Tiana has to complete an assignment by writing weekly to a pen pal. They give each other advice and talk about their interests. This is a story of a blooming friendship, and maybe even something more?

"You little Brat, if you dare to lie to me, I'll kill you even if I have to give up everything in the Yun family! " Yun Xiu was not satisfied with Shi Jue's explanation.
"Dad, you won't have this chance. "
"HMPH, I hope so too. "
The sound of footsteps could be heard.
At this moment, Yun weiling ran back.
PA..
She came over and placed the thing in her hand on the coffee table.
"Ling Ling, what are you really doing? " Xia Weiyang looked at the paper, pen, and a small notebook, not understanding what was going on.
Yun weiling picked up the small notebook on the coffee table and flipped it open. "Of course it's to write a guarantee letter, and also the three followers and four virtues of a man. "
The corner of Xia Weiyang's mouth twitched. "There's no need for that, right? "
"I'LL USE IT! " Yun weiling said very seriously.
As she spoke, she finally found the contents of the page and placed the small notebook in front of Shi Jue. "No, brother-in-law, if you really love my sister, you should write it happily, otherwise... "
Shi Jue glanced at the so-called three-follower four virtues in the small notebook and raised his eyebrows. "It's prepared very carefully. Is it prepared for your future husband? "
Being said, Yun Weiling glared at Shi jue and said wickedly, "what does it have to do with you! Write it or not write it. "
Shi Jue's slender fingers held the small notebook and casually flipped through a few other pages. He saw that it was full of things that men were supposed to do, and he didn't know what he thought of. Suddenly, the corner of his mouth rose. "Well, I feel a little sorry for Sui Limo now. "
He could imagine Sui Limo's miserable life in the future.
His Yang 'Er was still better.
Hearing this, Yun weiling's small face spewed fire. "brother-in-law, you are shirking. You don't want to write. Oh, I know, you don't like it at all... "
The next moment, Yun weiling shut her mouth.
Because at this time, Shi jue picked up the pen and spread out the paper. Even on the coffee table, his posture was still elegant, and beautiful handwriting jumped on the paper.
Yun Xiu was slightly satisfied when he saw that Shi jue was so obedient.
He leaned over slightly and saw that even though he was using the signature pen, his handwriting was still strong and powerful. There were edges and corners, and his handwriting was very generous. He could not help but have admiration in his eyes.
"MM, not bad. The words are very beautiful, " Yun Xiu said indifferently. However, it was not difficult to hear the admiration in his voice.
He liked children with beautiful handwriting the most.
Especially in today's society, almost everyone used electronic devices. Not to mention the brush, even those who wrote with their own hands were very few.
It could be seen that this kid's handwriting should have been practiced for 10 to 20 years, and it had not been broken at all.
As he was copying, Shi Jue saw the subtle expression on Yun Xiu's face from the corner of his eye. He was delighted. Suddenly, his eyes turned, and a strange look flashed across his face.
He said naturally, "I learned my calligraphy from my grandfather. When I was young, my grandfather often supervised my calligraphy practice. He said that as a Chinese, I must have a good handwriting. "
In the past, he did not think much of it, but now he finally realized the benefits.
At least he would be able to gain favor in front of his father-in-law.
"Yes, your grandfather is right. If I have time in the future, I would like to seek advice from him. " Hearing this, Yun Xiu nodded in agreement.
As if he had met a bosom friend, he could not wait.
Writing was a hobby that he especially liked.
"Sometimes, I will take pictures of grandfather's daily practice of writing. Coincidentally, there are some photos in my phone. Dad, do you want to take a look? " As he spoke, Shi Jue's Eagle eyes carried traces of a smile as he lured Yun Xiu step by step.

[ this article is sweet and pampering, and it's all over. I recommend this new article: Cheating Daddy: Mommy, LET'S ELOPE! ]
"BASTARD! Let go of me... " Xia Weiyang glared at the person who had forced her into a corner.
"Yes, I said that I would never touch you even if I died, but I'm not dead. " Shi Jue was very shameless.
Damn it, the scene clearly shouldn't be like this... ...

In a forest that is rarely visited by humans, there is a house that is used to be a home for humans. However, not many people know that the occupants of this house are not humans or animals that are commonly found in urban and rural areas. The house is inhabited by the creatures called Maikuroneko. Maikuroneko has the form of a black-furred antromorphic cat and walks on two legs. The height of an adult Maikuroneko is only as high as a pen or about 14 centimeters. They wear clothes like humans and have their own language.

Maikuroneko has intelligence equivalent to humans. Their technology has also evolved like humans. They can make smartphones, clocks, and electronic devices. In the human-sized house they have made a country and make use of the furnitures left by humans.

That was what was written on a man-made website. Prr, a Maikuroneko was a little surprised by the writing. What if the humans find them? Will they destroy their country? 

Meoza entered the mini tree house occupied by Prr. She sighed. "Prr, what are you doing? Still trying to explore human websites? You better play with us. Khak and I found a cute frog near the mushroom field," Meoza said.

"You have always been more interested in little things, Meoza. Are you not curious about the existence of other intelligent individuals like us? Isn't that extraordinary?" said Prr enthusiastically. 

"Well, if you don't want to see the frog then it's your loss. What a nerd." Meoza turned around.

"If you are really that curious about humans, I heard that someone is watching through the giant glass above the City of the Bathroom. I'll accompany you there if you want," Meoza said then descended from the mini tree house.

Maikuroneko, the name you use to call antromorphic tiny black cats living in a human-sized house the middle of the forest. What will happen to them when a human found their hideout?

Wu Zhen saw the two of them entering.
However, as Director Huang had sent out orders, refraining anyone from entering his office, Wu Zhen could only watch from afar, bitterness eating at her.
Originally, she had wanted to use the news of Z to get Qin Mo back into the crime unit, so they could work together. 
That was her greatest desire. She had chosen this career path just in order to be close to that person — but now, there was Fu Jiu.
Qin Mo didn't want anyone near the office to prevent the youngster's topnotch hacker skills from being exposed. 
The network attack during the gaming contest wasn't much.
However, the youngster could also hack into the security network to access all the records of Yang Ming's transactions.
If anyone else knew of the youngster's skills, they might associate him with the livestream.
Therefore, Director Huang was the only one who needed to know.
Qin Mo didn't trust anyone else.
The two of them dived into their tasks.
The rustling from scribbling and the clear tapping from the keyboard echoed through the office.
In the past, Fu Jiu would have never expected that one day, she would be working with her rival, who had almost caught her.
Once they worked together, Fu Jiu realized that everything was going smoothly.
She didn't have to bother about the minor details as the Almighty seemed better versed in areas which required more attention.
Thus, she just needed to use her hacker talents.
In the past, when she wanted to access someone's transaction history, she just had to attack two areas, their personal bank and its expenditure records. 
Not many people would use cash to buy an electronic product worth about 6 thousand dollars, this was common sense.
But now there were Alipay and WeChat and thus two more platforms for her to break into.
At this moment, the food arrived.
Director Huang personally carried the four side dishes and a bowl of soup into the office.
There were meat and vegetables, which seemed appetizing. 
The truth was, Qin Mo wasn't that picky about his food, but now the youngster was around and he was still growing.
Hence, Qin Mo couldn't be haphazard with his choice for food.
After writing the last crucial point, he placed his pen down before turning to glance at the youngster. 
His long slender fingers flew across the keyboard, his eyes fixed on the screen.
As the facilities in the office weren't bad, Qin Mo headed to the adjoining bathroom to wash his hands, after which he took another glance at the youngster. Fu Jiu was still focused on the screen. Qin Mo lowered his gaze towards the youngster's meal box. 
Director Huang stood at the side, muttering internally. When did Qin Mo learn to care for others, wasn't he a pampered young master? 
Director Huang had always known about Qin Mo's obsession with cleanliness.
"Have your meal first," Qin Mo called out.
"There isn't time," Fu Jiu replied without even raising her head, her silver hair hanging low as she focused on the codes intently.
Director Huang's eyes lit up. This little fellow was amazing, he actually rejected Qin Mo's concern, not bad, not bad at all! If someone like him were to join the police force, there would be someone here who wouldn't be afraid of Qin Mo! Amazing!
But that wasn't the most shocking.
The next moment, after Qin Mo took a few bites, he shifted his chair over.
He swept a glance over the screen before turning to glance at the youngster's tightly clenched lips.
The ends of his lips curved upwards as he reached out with the pair of wooden chopsticks, tapping onto the youngster's lips. 


Fu Jiu appears to be a normal lad in high school on the surface. But in fact, she (Yes! She!) is the hacker, Z, a villain-terminator in the online world of an alternate world. Having reincarnated into the body of a woman and being forced to disguise herself as a young man, she reigns over the game world, fights for justice, and puts a spell on all the girls around with her innate charm. However, her flirting comes across as gay to the rich Almighty Qin and his inner circle. Over time, the Almighty Qin falls for him… her. Has he turned gay for him… her? Now, that's confusing!
Keywords: Rebirth, Face-slapping, Online gaming, Pet lover, Hacking, Chocolate-flavored lollipop
Sugary Scene:
Fu Jiu said, "Almighty Qin, do you have a girlfriend?"
Qin Mo lowered his laptop. "No."
Fu Jiu lowered her voice and started flirting carelessly. "You have one now, me."
Upon hearing that, Qin Mo pounced on Fu Jiu domineeringly!
Fu Jiu was stunned. "Wait, what are you doing?"
Qin Mo replied, "Exercising my boyfriend rights."
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Online live streaming had become a hot topic recently. There were experts who criticized online broadcasters, whether to their faces or behind their backs, for using their looks or scanty attire to make money off fans, while they themselves hated that they couldn't just stand in front of a screen to give an academic lecture and make hundreds of thousands each month easily.
But not just anyone could make a living through live streaming. This was the age of beauty. For example, there were countless cases nowadays of blind dates falling flat when the reality of a person's looks didn't match expectations. If someone wanted to make a name for themselves on an online platform, they needed to have the type of face that was popular online, or at the very least, a pleasant-looking one.
But who knew, maybe someone with a blood-red figure, butterfly-blue hair, and the face of Third Young Master Tang, singing "Ah~~ five~~ rings" might be able to make it big[1]. 
At least, it would be a more festive sight.
Little Xuan had greatly inspired Father Wang; live streaming could be considered a universal subject, something which was very immersive and fun. But the thing he now had to consider was how to develop this theme and make it even more interesting.
After hearing Little Xuan's suggestion, Father Wang hurriedly expressed his thanks to everyone in the live stream, then logged off right away.
Seeing Wang Jiaomei's profile icon turn gray, the people online all immediately knew… this almighty big shot in the world of web novels was about to make his move!
This time… what kind of carnage was he going to wreck?
Father Wang was quite an efficient person, which was reflected in everything he did. For example, in the time it took to boil water, he could easily finish three things at once while he was on the toilet bowl: eating, reading the newspaper, and squabbling with trolls in the online book review section by switching between the hundreds of alternate IDs which he owned.
That evening, he burned the midnight oil finishing a basic outline and synopsis, and even finished the first chapter of his new book.
The title: The Live Streaming Life of the Immortal King
A brief introduction: This is a story about the daily life of a cultivation master who is unable to suppress the prehistoric powers inside his body, and who sells meng[2] online by live streaming his daily immortal cultivation life on earth.
"…"
Wang Ling had been looking at Father Wang's computer screen the whole time and felt an underlying sense of foreboding.
Given Father Wang's current skill level in writing, it was very quick and easy for him to write an opening chapter. After checking for spelling mistakes several times from top to bottom, Father Wang then clicked his mouse and directly sent the file to his chief editor.
Father Wang's chief editor was called Song Zikai and his editor code name was Lie Shou. People in the industry had given this big editor the nickname "Lie Mengmeng." When he had paid a visit to the house before, Wang Ling had used his supernatural Eye Ability to check out this person's name card. This was the only editor whom Father Wang had met in real life since entering the web novel industry more than ten years ago. He was a very frail youth who looked like a shou[3]; he seemed like he would tip over in a breeze, and his very neat fringe gave people the sense that he was very pure.
With the computer on, Father Wang made a cup of tea and waited in silence for a while. Very soon, he heard a ping! — Chief Editor Song had replied!
This gold star editor was also an excellent publicist. The average time he took to check a manuscript was just thirty seconds, which was an especially mystical feat to Wang Ling.
From Wang Ling's quick glance at the email reply, the theme was very attractive and Father Wang's writing was fine. But given the stunning performance of Father Wang's first book, along with his current online prestige, Lie Mengmeng decided he should write a few more chapters. After they added up to more than twenty thousand words, only then would he upload it onto the website to test the waters.
Wang Ling had heard about this website before — it was a separate VIP novel website specially set up by the Cultivation Reading Network for readers who were their highest-ranked users and had been registered with them for more than one hundred years. On this separate website, they could read the drafts of new works by top-ranked writers beforehand and leave them messages to tell them their thoughts or offer suggestions.
Gazing at the email reply, Father Wang was silent for a while, but finally he nodded in acceptance. After all, Wang Situ this pen name was a godhead that had taken him years to build and perfect. Given that he didn't know how marketable his second book could be, Father Wang really didn't dare release it casually — if it didn't pass the test, his godship would collapse! As for himself… wouldn't he become a complete joke in the industry?!
Wang Ling was speechless at this. "…" This one pen name had been able to attract three hundred thousand people to a live streaming platform that had absolutely nothing to do with web novels — how could online nobodies compare with that and f**king survive?!
...
In the morning, Mother Wang had finished preparing breakfast, which was made up of fried bread sticks, soybean milk and her specialty, rejuvenation noodles. Mother Wang untied her apron strings and shouted up the stairs. "The two of you, come down and eat!"
Wang Ling gazed at the table full of dishes and was almost moved to tears… after the torture that had been Mother Juan's black cuisine during those few days at No. 59 High School, it was perhaps only Mother Wang's personally cooked dishes that could fix his wounded heart.
As they ate, Father Wang pushed his black-rimmed glasses up and stared closely at Wang Ling for a bit before he sighed. "Tch, you seem to have grown fatter these last four days."
Wang Ling touched his face and felt that his cheeks had indeed seemed to have gotten meatier… this was probably because he had eaten Mother Juan's cooking and it was now fermenting in his stomach.
It didn't matter though, as losing weight had never been difficult for him…
Wang Ling rubbed his cheeks vigorously with both hands, and like plasticine, the fat on his face was instantly smoothed out.
 "…" Even this could f**king work?!
This was the first time that Father and Mother Wang had witnessed this ability of his.
Father Wang ate a mouthful of rejuvenation noodles. "These last four days, how was it, living in a large group?"
Wang Ling was taken aback, but in the end shook his head.
"I heard that when Ming Ming brought you the talisman seal, a lot of things happened?"
Wang Ling nodded.
Father Wang sighed. "Actually, I think you're just too nervous. Maybe if you act more naturally, nothing will happen. You should spend more time with your peers, understand?"
Wang Ling continued nodding.
"Enough! Why bring this up when we're eating!"
Mother Wang interrupted Father Wang. "But Ling Ling, don't forget to do a bit of homework revision these two days. Although you shouldn't do too well, you shouldn't be at the bottom of the class, at least. Just study whatever is necessary. I've already asked about the classes you missed, and I especially made the trip to school to pick up the review materials. It should be enough for you to take a few minutes later to have a quick look at them."
 "Okay." Concise and comprehensive, this was the first word Wang Ling had spoken after coming home.
In truth, he didn't need to review courses like Dao talismans and magical skills at all. But for courses like history and political science, he still had to spend some time memorizing the materials. Even for top students in the elite class like Feather Lin and Lotus Sun, catching up on one week's worth of classes and digesting the knowledge would still take them a whole day.
In contrast, it was a lot more convenient for Wang Ling, who could use his speed reading and memorization skills… mother never has to worry about my studies[4]!
But Wang Ling didn't want to be disturbed by anyone after he started his wonderful weekend of study, especially when he was using his quick memorization skill. If someone disturbed him at that time, it was highly possible it would result in him remembering things wrongly.
And so, to prevent this from happening, Wang Ling opened up his stationery pouch…
The monster pen and goblin eraser that he had created with magic previously could help him maintain order.
[1] Basically, the author is giving an example of someone bizarre enough who might be able to break into the live stream market. Third Young Master Tang is the pseudonym of a very famous web novelist, and "five rings" is from the popular 'Song of the Fifth Ring,' a song by Chinese rapper MC Hotdog.
[2] Adapted from the original Japanese word moe 萌え, the word 萌 or meng in pinyin can simply mean "cute," but at a deeper level, also refers to feeling fondness, devotion or excitement for someone.
[3] As a reminder, shou is used to describe the person who is the bottom in a BL relationship.
[4] This tagline is from a Chinese TV ad for an electronic device produced under BBK Electronics which helps teach children how to read.


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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Night. A regular night.

Plain and cloudless.

Black from the deficiency of the sun with slightly bluish violet hue at the edges due to the scattered blue light emitted from the opposite end of the world. The stars were twinkling in the black void with a crescent blue moon in the centre.

Under this cosmic infrastructure, in a clearing over a forested mound laid an old forgotten temple. Empty, devoid of a living soul. Although, the same can't be said for the shabby rundown graveyard surrounding it's perimeter.

Still, the remaining holy power of the long lost shrine, purified the evil stench of the rotten dead preventing the birth of a poltergeist. So in the end, we all can safely assume that the place is devoid of a being capable of producing mechanical force.

Bamboos and cedars lining the broken walls of the temple added to the eeriness of the courtyard. A warm July wind blew through the woods. The crickets started to chirp after being roused by the wind. The loudness slowly increased as more joined the rhythm. After some time, they even became tired. So the silence returned.

***

A boy slowly entered the forlorn compound through a grassy path. The boy seemed to be in his early teens, lean and tall. He wore a regular pink polo shirt and black jeans with a lighted miner hat over his head.

Now then, who was this young man? Why did he come to the ruins for? Stargazing?

Well, the boy was Hritik Saeed, a regular high  school student. Orphaned when he was six months old, he was under the care of his grandmother. She died of lymph node cancer after a long struggle of 10 years, leaving him under the care of an old maid and the local priest.

The old maid left her service when she found her long lost son. He ran away from his home in his early twenties. He came back to take his mother back with him. The maid wept with joy and left with her son. Tired of the jeopardy, he applied for a high school in the city and sold off his property in the village. Leaving behind his predecessors urns under the care of the local priest, he rented a house in the suburb.

The reason for which he frequented the godforsaken place has actually got a long back story. The weak frail looking teen has got a couple of secrets unseen to his friends and acquaintances.

Pen and paper said that he was a below average child with mental deformities. Poor grade, slurring incoherent speech, dyslexia, muscular dystrophy and, in short, a born loser. The fact that he got into the elite school due to his handicapped status was well known. He was frequently bullied and treated with contempt.

Moving on to his real identity, he was a complete insane biological unit ever born in the world. There was no doubt that he was a prodigy. If any doctor tried to understand his genius complex brain, he would lose his sanity from the intricate reasoning and conflicting outcomes.

What made him a prodigy? Did he win the spelling-bee award for 10 consecutive years? Did he come first at Zoogle Innovation Meet? Was he an inept athlete or academician?

No, none of them.

What made him special was actually related to all of them! He had inept knowledge in all the subjects, his physical strength was off the charts, his skills made him strong enough to knock out an opponent three times stronger than him and most importantly he lacked any openings. A cold phlegmatic gentleman under the guise of a fool. A genius never seen by the world. *dramatic sounds from some classical opera*

His feats lay far and wide. For example, he hacked on to the server storing the encrypted data on the ID cards issued by the government and decoded the data. He stored the data in his external hard drive. It was so very sleek that the technicians are still unaware of the fact that they had a data breach.

He had also made a model for cryogenic engines for a spaceship to send humans on Europa, a nanobot blueprint to fight cancer cells, a non-toxic compound analogous to chlorophyll which can be used to produce oxygen from sunlight in a laboratory with 88% efficiency. Though he never made them public.

It wasn't that he was shy. He just simply hated coming under the limelight. He loved being a normal bullied high school kid, knowing that he can easily break a few bones of the strongest kid in their class, who was scouted by the national kickboxing association. Well, as people say, ignorance is bliss.

Nevertheless, even a black hole would have its end. It brings about its own destruction by means of particle and antiparticle pair interaction and emission of Hawking radiation near its event horizon. The energy is released, decreasing the mass of the chasm.

Similarly this extremely bored boy's mind has given rise to an extreme segregation of polar personalities to cope up with his bubbling potential, a lot like Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde. One time he would be a sweet and naughty school boy and during another, he would be a sly hacker who plans to throw the whole world in chaos. Not exactly 'overthrowing the world' but something similar. The thing which this villainous mind wants is beyond the perception of a regular human.

***

So we move back to the past situation …

The boy walked towards a large tomb. The marble obelisk has worn down from weathering. He pushed the loose stone cover over the grave, it moved aside with a low grumble revealing several electronic equipment - radars, transmitters, receivers, panels, circuits, battery and numerous others. This was his storehouse.

As this graveyard was abandoned centuries ago, most of the graves had been robbed. The empty compound is now used by Hritik as his hidden laboratory. There were other tombs in there containing similar junks and inside the basement of the temple, he had made a chemical laboratory.

He pulled out some of them. Sitting on a nearby tomb he went to tinker with the circuits. He quickly wielded the wires, embedded some components. Pulling out a laptop he connected a usb from one of his tweaked transmitters in the port.

Most of the equipment was actually very costly, he had a tough time trying to salvage the dump yards and stealing some sophisticated machinery from labs and factories in the military bases. As he says, 'Everything is fair for the sake of science.'

He started his real job. He typed in some parameters in his laptop.

' … establishing links with transmitter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 … network established.'

The five transmitters were placed at the four corners of the compound with the fifth one at the top of the spire of the temple. The five apparatus are working synergistically to form a large array. The large array is capable of hijacking any radio receivers at a distance of 1500km, be it an military drone, aircraft, missile or satellites.

Hritik wasn't some petty scientists, he aims for the stars … umm … literally. So, his current goal was to hijack the International Space Station as it will fly over his location within a few minutes at an altitude of 400km. Of course, he isn't some petty villain; he has got a huge plot. This was just the beginning of his conquest!

He turned off the light on his hat and looked at his laptop.

'Globe FM detected…

Ence5556 detected…

AstroBoy002 detected… 

RX-78-2_Gundam detected… '

Lots of receivers have been detected, though neither of them were from ISS. Suddenly a new signal appeared which made his lips curl with a malicious smile. He looked up in the black sky, one of the shining dots seemed to be moving across the southern sky diagonally at a fast pace. Faster than stars but slower than burning meteors.

"Aahhhh … there you are!! Come to papa. He he … " He pressed a key.

'Alternate link formed, estimated time before link breaks, 3 min 4 sec 2 ms.'

'Encryption detected.'

He continued to type in. He could easily hack into the Controller Room but the real problem was that he needed some customised data which required direct tweaking of the on board machinery. He basically needs to install a spy bot in its core system along with a couple of other codes.

'Network decrypted.'

'Opening root inventory. File uploading started…'

'Status: 2%... 7%... 43%... 89%...'

'Integrating codes with the core system… '

'Connected.'

He quickly set in a timer. The devices would take some hidden readings, store them until it comes within the field of his transmitters and ultimately deposit the valuable data within the 3 minutes it is going to have contact with his array within one of its time period.

'Data collection ongoing …

Rt534: 5%

8khTa:81%

Wtg97:32%'

'Connection lost. Estimated time of recurring connection: 94min.'

He turned off his laptop and breathed a sigh of relief. So it was done! The first phase of his plan was a success. He quickly stashed his equipment within the tombstone cum storage and left the compound whistling jovially.

As he walked through the grassy path which leads his house in the suburb at the foot of the mountain to the temple, he turned on the light and pulled out his notebook along with the pen stuck to the front placket of his shirt. This diary is filled up with his current stats and achievements.

"ISS hacked"

He quickly wrote it down on the ledger.

***

Entering his run down apartment, he sat on the table to complete his homework, writing a unique poem in contemporary Victorian pattern. Every student was given a unique theme. He got the theme 'night'.

He went through the notebook once, carefully writing the piece. It took him twenty minutes to come up with satisfactory results. A smile appeared when he read through it.

Extremely vulgar and perfectly bringing out the nature of an adolescent kid. On second thought, it would be fit for some truants in their late teens. Well, what would a regular fifteen year old kid write?

This threw Hritik in a dilemma. His innate writing qualities were naturally very high, unfit for maintaining his lowkey status. So he had to downgrade his writing to a great deal. As people call it - 'bastardization'. Nevertheless, he always adds vulgar ideas to maintain an overall negative impression of teachers on him.

Most of the students thinks that he is too dumb to realise what is good or bad. It was actually good, his subtle vulgarity kept away the elite good-natured students and his plebian and dumb demeanour attracts the school bullies. A perfect maxima of screwed up student life!

About 15 mya, there used to be a thriving colony of humanoid extra-terrestrial species far more modern than present human inhabiting Mars. Sadly, their clash with the Cosmic Imperial Army gave rise to hell. Ultimately, after a war of 1000 years, the race lost.

Nevertheless, one team of their scientists created a system to save their endangered gene pool and sent the system to earth secretly. This system injected the encoded forms of the genes in the precursor of primates, waiting for the genes to refine themselves in the course of evolution and again bring back the unjustly culled race to life. In the meantime, the system has been protecting the Earth from the clutches of the Imperials.

Back in the present, a boy was born with the noble genetic configuration, a neo human or the first 'Revealed One'. He will bring the justice for his ancestors, taking down the Imperials.
Of course, he isn't alone. He will come across a lot of friends and foes in the way. Each of them with their own specialities - magicians, espers, engineers, arsonists ... His journey will lead him to the heart of the system and then to the black sky beyond the horizon.

Lin Longwei dropped the girl in front of the university right before the classes had started.
Xu Mei entered the classroom imprecating silently against Lin Longwei for not letting her sleep at all. She had tried to relax on the way back, but the excitement caused by the visit to Lin Longwei's secret lab hindered her rest. What was the worst, she didn't even see the bullet transport tunnels!
Mu Jian sneered when he saw the dark circles around her eyes. Xu Mei was too tired to answer to his provocation, so she decided to ignore his cunning smile. She would have gone home to rest if they didn't have a test that morning.
«I see you were busy all night,» Mu Jian said while entering the auditorium.
«I was busy writing code,» she replied. She didn't need to lie, in the end.
«So busy that you didn't change your clothes.»
«I realised the time too late.»
«Who do you think you're lying to? Simple coding can't possibly make you look that bad. You have been doing something else.»
«Think what you want,» she ended the conversation and sat on her usual place. The professor entered just in time and handed the paper tests to his assistants.
She focused on the test, trying to do as much as she could.
When time finished, she delivered her answer sheets and headed back to sleep.
«Are you already leaving?» Mu Jian asked, following the girl.
«I'm going to sleep. We'll meet after dinner as we've already agreed.»
Xu Mei went into her room and didn't have the strength to change but directly collapsed on the bed. She didn't wake up until dinner time.
She ate fast and took a shower before going out. She made sure to leave her phone in the room.
Mu Jian was waiting for her in the park near the university.
They walked in silence, both lost in thoughts. They reached a little house used for keeping tools for the park's maintenance and entered. Inside, they opened a trap-door and went down a narrow spiral staircase.
Once down, they used a torch to make light along the way. They finally reached a door with an electronic lock. They entered a code and could see the headquarters of the Insurgents.
The first room was empty and dark, but the next one was quite crowded.
The large central table was surrounded by people playing cards and drinking while, on the sides, some souls were talking in small groups.
The two youngsters crossed the room and reached the end of the lounge. They walked in a dark hallway.
«You are finally back,» a man's voice uttered with worry.
A forty-years-old man was standing in the dark with his arms crossed. He was tall and had a trained physique. He signalled with his head to enter in a small office. His dark hair was wet, and his eyes had the same shape as Xu Mei's.
«Uncle Ling, it's a pleasure to meet you ag...» Mu Jian started, intending to ease the tension.
«Shut up and go play with the others. I need to talk with the girl.»
«Understood, boss. See you later!» the boy retreated after being roared at.
Xu Mei followed the man in the office and sat sprawled on a shabby chair.
«What happened?»
«During the operation, I failed to reach the satellite dish and couldn't disrupt the signal. The security guards found me, so I fled. I was nearly out of danger when I met some underlings of Shen Peng.»
«How did you survive?»
«Well, I'm not sure. Shen Peng simply delivered me as a gift.»
«To whom?»
«Lin Longwei.»
«That's an interesting divergence,» the man considered while writing on a notebook.
Xu Mei ignored his sentences when she couldn't understand them fully, which happened quite often.
«He has a secret lab developing strange stuff,» Old Ling said while tapping his chin with the pen.
«I know,» Xu Mei answered directly.
Old Ling happened to have a lot of information at hand, and no one could guess how he obtained it, but she was used to that.
«Did you visit it?»
Xu Mei raised her eyebrows. «Does Senator Lin bring anyone there?»
«Not anyone. Consider this as an intuition, but I think you're the first person he showed his toys to.»
«How can you predict something like that? Are you an oracle?» the girl asked, getting up.
«Something of that sort.»
Xu Mei sat back and sighed.
Old Ling was a monster. Not only he could find information no one else had, but he could also predict outcomes with frightening precision.
Xu Mei had heard stories about how he guessed the lottery numbers when the Insurgents were at the very beginning and needed fundings.
«Did Xu Yanhuo already take advantage of the situation?»
«He gave me orders.»
«He'll try to pass a law that orders people to install under-skin chips. For sanitary reasons, they'll say. It cannot be approved, by any means.»
«I don't know, I didn't inquiry exactly which regulation was my grandfather talking about. He said he needed more than half for the quorum.»
«Then it's about the voting process. I'm not sure yet. It may be about increasing the number of representatives in the Senate or the conditions for eligibility. Both the reforms are in Xu Yanhuo's plan, and they may seem innocuous at first glance. However, the Prime Minister has hidden purposes. It's better to delay the approval until we find out more.»
«Why do I feel like you already know everything?»
«It's all a mask. You should learn too. It may come in handy.»
«Old Ling, you have the talent to be a politician. However, can we go back to my kidnapping for a moment?»
«Yes, what do you think?»
«We have a mole.»

Xu Mei is the granddaughter of the Prime Minister. Her father died in an accident years ago, and her mother was chased away from the Xu family. She joined the Insurgents, whose head has an unseen talent for getting information that makes him look like an oracle that can see the future.
One day, she is delivered as a ’gift’ to the main political adversary of her grandfather, Lin Longwei.
He is handsome and powerful, and resisting at his charisma is nearly impossible. While they fall in love with each other, the war between Government and Insurgents gets violent, involving mafia bosses and quantum physics.
In a world that changes faster and faster, can two people find a spot where to enjoy love and peace?

The date for the auction was inching closer, and every day, Kevin Lin was even more anxious than Fang Zhao. Kevin Lin was worried that rushing Fang Zhao would just add pressure, which would affect the quality of the item. Thus, he could only worry helplessly from the side.
Bie Liao joked about Kevin Lin in private: the emperor was not worried but the eunuch was anxious. However, they were all eagerly anticipating the auction. They had been disconnected from the internet for too long and did not have means like Kevin Lin's to connect back to Earth's internet. The base's intranet could not be considered internet. Every day, they could only view military and political news, and in this sort of restricted environment, the information they could receive had its limits.
"I heard that Fang Zhao prepared a broken tooth with song scores inscribed on it. Do you reckon it will sell?" Riode asked Bie Liao.
Bie Liao gave an unsure reply: "Probably? Didn't Kevin Lin say that Fang Zhao's song scores cost a lot? Surely people will buy it."
It was not that they didn't think much of Fang Zhao's item but that they did not understand this aspect. If it was up to them, they would definitely not spend a large sum to purchase a broken tooth. Even if the sounds of nature were engraved on it, they still would not buy it.
But whatever they said, Fang Zhao was a member of Outpost 23. If Fang Zhao's item could really fetch a high price, they would also benefit too. Should there be any gathering with comrades from other outposts in the future, they would be able to brag a whole bunch about it.
"Let's say Fang Zhao's auctioned item fetches a high price. Would our outpost be able to receive one-tenth?" Riode.
Since Riode had mentioned it, Bie Liao also had this thought now. "If so, I will send in an application request." After all, money made from the auction would be diverted to planet Baiji's construction fund. The base would not lack any money, so it would be up to each outpost team to fish for funds.
Noticing Bie Liao having ideas, Riode continued to give advice. Lowering his volume, he said, "I heard from Kevin Lin that none of Fang Zhao's past works were worth less than this figure."
"Ten million? The rumors were true? That means that even if we receive one-tenth, one million, we can upgrade a lot of equipment." Now that Bie Liao had assumed the leadership role, his shoulders felt burdened with a heavy responsibility. Especially after the terrorist attack, he fully approved the words "If you lag behind, you will come under attack!" displayed at the base. With upgraded equipment and facilities, even if development teams wanted to come over to the outpost's area, they would have power.
Equipment issued from the top was fixed, but there could never be enough of these kinds of things, and occasionally, additional equipment and tools were requested rather then hoping for others to hand them over.
One's own territory had to be safeguarded securely.
Whether it would be approved or rejected was a different matter, but if they did not even try, how would they know it was not possible?
Therefore, after the talk with Riode, Bie Liao immediately wrote an application request and sent it in. His words were sincere and staggering. Bie Liao's letter to the leaders bemoaned the poor and destitute conditions of the outpost. Before the auction started, it was best to take advantage and fight for some benefits.
——
Over at the outpost, outside the security fencing of the experimental plots, on a large tree that had been growing for who knows how many years, Fang Zhao sat leaning against a tree branch. In his hands were a pen and a notebook, and he was writing and drawing in it.
The area survey had already concluded. The engineers had already returned to base to give their reports. Fan Lin and his team had also disappeared back into the laboratory. Now that the outpost team no longer needed to protect these people when they headed into the woods, other than making their daily patrols around the area, their only other duties were standing guard and extending the outpost.
A new batch of soldiers had arrived at the outpost and their numbers had doubled. Everyone was getting along just fine.
A few off-duty outpost soldiers were playing cards a short distance away from Fang Zhao. This place had much less electronic entertainment equipment, so they could only use some ancient entertainment items to enrich their lives here.
Among the new batch of people, there were some that came looking for Fang Zhao's autograph after arriving at the outpost. They might not necessarily have been the ones chasing celebrities, but they at least had relatives who were fans of Fang Zhao. 
After completing a round of cards, someone from the group playing cards in the shade of a tree glanced at Fang Zhao and softly said, "What is he writing?"
"No idea. Perhaps a diary?"
"There are really people who keep a diary while undergoing military service? I persevered for a few days but could not continue writing on."
"Someone said he was composing?"
"Shut up, everyone. Don't you know his "Diting ears" nickname? Don't think he can't hear you even if you are whispering."
The few of them stopped gossiping and continued playing cards.
Regardless of whether the sky was clear or overcast, whether the winds from afar were strong or weak, they carried with them moisture and sweat blended with the smell of mud, grass, and leaves.
In the surroundings, every single sound originating from nature, from the rustling of branches to the chirping of insects to the beating of a bird's wings and the cries of creatures, brimmed with the vigor of life. 
With his superior hearing, Fang Zhao could hear the distant river that was blocked by the woods. In his mind, he could imagine the splashes created by aquatic creatures leaping in and out.
There was a lack of the apprehension and restlessness of the Period of Destruction. Although there was danger in this world, its nature had a peacefulness here that people during the Period of Destruction could never have hoped to imagine.
Every single sound seemed to carry musical notes that embedded themselves in Fang Zhao's mind and came out in scribbles when the pen nib touched the notebook.
This time, Fang Zhao had chosen a more gentle style that did not have the thickset flavor of an epic. This was something he had composed after arriving on planet Baiji and after coming over to Outpost 23. From filtering the sounds of the mountains and forests, the sounds of all living things, he had a tranquil tune.
After amendments, Fang Zhao transcribed the score sheet. However, this time, his annotations were using musical symbols of the New Era and not his own symbols that only he could read.
Without the need for any musical instruments, Fang Zhao performed this piece in his mind countless times.
By the time he got off the tree, it was already noon. Kevin Lin had already begun his afternoon training. Fang Zhao glanced over for a bit before entering the outpost and heading for the equipment store. There he took out the engraving machine.
Fang Zhao had spent six days amending his composed score. Today was the seventh day of amendment. The score was finally complete, and he started the engraving.
During the Period of Destruction, many people had liked to use the teeth and bones of creature they killed as a form of significant ornamental jewelry. Children born during that period had also loved these sort of decorations, as they portrayed ferociousness and bravery.
Fang Zhao would only know whether the creature's tooth was suitable for engraving when he tried it. That creature's tooth that had been broken off by a bullet belonged to the sort that was suitable for engraving.
First, a cleaning fluid had to be used to remove the bloodstains. After that, the shattered corners had to be ground till they were smooth and then polished till they shone. Only after all this came the engraving.
The tooth did not have the hatred and blood a mutated beast had, but it still had a primitive flavor to it.
The engraving machine was not large, and it could inscribe delicately. All Fang Zhao needed to do was set the stipulated area for engraving, then write down the song scores for engraving on the writing board.
Fang Zhao wrote every single stroke earnestly. The blade of the engraving machine carved each note on each part of the tooth according to how Fang Zhao wanted it. Every stroke was exactly the same as Fang Zhao had handwritten it, just much smaller. The strength that Fang Zhao used for each stroke on the writing board would affect how the the engraving blade cut.
With the aid of the machine, this song score was inscribed very quickly.
When Fang Zhao returned to his room, it was one of the rare occasions where Kevin Lin was not like a corpse. Kevin Lin was holding on to his camera, and when he noticed Fang Zhao, he asked eagerly, "Is it done?" 
When Kevin Lin had returned after his military training today and heard that Fang Zhao was in the equipment store, he knew right away that Fang Zhao was over there engraving. He had wanted to go over and film it but had been afraid of disturbing Fang Zhao and interrupting the engraving. Thus, he had waited back in the room.
Fang Zhao handed over the creature's tooth with the inscribed song score. "It is finished."
Kevin Lin carefully accepted the case with the creature's tooth in it and gently placed it on the table and starting taking photographs.
However, he changed his method of photo taking. He changed the focus so that the song score on the creature's tooth would be blurry, but he also revealed a clear portion of some musical notes.
Kevin Lin showed the photographs he had taken to Fang Zhao. "Do you think these shots are all right?"
Fang Zhao did not find anything inappropriate. He could guess what Kevin Lin wanted to do. "They are fine."
The next morning, Fang Zhao submitted that broken tooth with song scores engraved on it to the base. Kevin Lin logged into his social platform and posted a few photos of the creature's tooth taken from different angles.
"Fang Zhao spent seven days making this. On it is his latest work, which was personally engraved by him~. It has already been sent to the base."
Fang Zhao had used a machine to aid him, but the notes had been handwritten by Fang Zhao, so it could be considered to have been personally engraved.
When Kevin Lin updated his status, he did not add anything else. The videos taken from the woods would have explanations. Fang Zhao had picked up that broken tooth to make an item for the auction. It was already finished, and the song score engraved on it was new and had never appeared before!
That meant to say that whoever won this broken tooth would own this song score.
So what if it was a new song? How was the quality? Other than Fang Zhao, perhaps only the person who had the winning bid would know.
However, not many people thought well of it.
After all, Fang Zhao was still considered a newbie. Although he had works in the entertainment circles, they were not many and were not concrete enough.
"How much can that piece of tooth even be auctioned for?" someone asked. This was the question the normal internet audience was dying to know the answer to.
"Wait for a professional to appraise it."
There were experts in this area. Some old masters who had many years of experience working at auctions finally had a chance to show off their skills.
For the value of an auction item, they would evaluate it from many different aspects. Not only would the material, manufactured place, manufacturer's status, and commercial value be considered, there were also a number of other factors from different aspects to take into account.
Finally, a few old master appraisers' joint comprehensive evaluation had this outcome: the item put forward to planet Baiji's auction activity was valued at 30 million to 50 million. It would not be lower than 30 million.
When this valuation was reported, it was met with doubt from many people.
"Isn't this too high?"
"It's just a creature's tooth with some song scores engraved on it and it's worth 30 to 50 million? Nonsense!"
"Last year, there was this really famous film star who auctioned off a jade pendant, and the winning bid was only slightly more than 50 million. Fang Zhao can't be considered on his level."
"That's right, overhype! It's definitely overhyped!"
"Was the appraising master bribed?"
"Sit tight and wait for some face-smacking."


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

Qin Huai smiled embarrassedly, so he didn't ask any more questions. The three of them got into the car. He Xiaoying became more and more nervous. "I can't. I need to read some information to calm my nervous heart. "
"interesting. " Shui Shui felt that he xiaoying was very cute.
"Don't be so interesting. Let me see if this formula is correct. " She asked and showed her notebook to Shui Shui.
Shui Shui looked at these mathematical formulas and the densely packed explanations. was there a need to use them like this? "actually, I don't know whether it's correct or not. I always look at the questions and then look at what is used. If you just want me to look at the formula alone, then it must be correct. "
She didn't quite understand their review model, but she was used to doing questions. If she did too much, she would remember it. For theoretical things, she just needed to have some impression. Mathematics was not about theory, but answers. She could not give them her own ideas because her own things were accumulated over several years. It might not be useful to tell them. Instead, it would affect their own thinking.
They came to Beijing Yidao University to take the exam. The venue was in the gymnasium. The tables and chairs were already set. They had gotten their own good exam early in the morning and then went to find their own place. Before entering, they had to be insisted on seeing if there were electronic products.
Shui Shui saw an acquaintance, Mu Zilin. He had also come. Mu Zilin saw Shui Shui and walked over. "I knew you would come. I came to join in the fun. After it's over, let's go back together. It might take two hours. There are no classes at school. "
"It's okay, if the school says we can leave on our own. " Shui Shui nodded. She saw that he was listening to her with peace of mind.
Mu Zilin Patted Shui Shui's arm. "I'm looking forward to the moment when you become a tyrant. "
"Don't be so cute. " Shui Shui was helpless. What tyrant.
"I'm serious. When I first came here, this group of people looked down on me because I transferred from a foreign school. At the beginning, I didn't keep up with my results, so I was told. Isn't that normal? After the exam, I'll ask you again. Go find a seat. " His seat was very far back After sitting down, he looked for Shui Shui.
Her seat was not very good. She was at the front, so she must be under a lot of pressure.
When the seats were full, there was no one in a few seats, so she probably wouldn't come. Before the exam began, someone used a microphone to talk about the exam rules. The punishment for cheating was very severe. It was possible that the person had a big record in their own school. This was a stain on their life. Moreover, he was not allowed to look around. He could hand in his papers in advance. He could only raise his hand and wait for the teacher to come to his seat to collect his papers. If he wanted to go to the bathroom, he could only go to one person at a time.
"hand out the papers. "
The papers were passed down one by one. Once the person in front of them announced the start of the exam, they could not look at the papers.
Shui Shui looked at the papers casually and realized that there was a lot of content in the papers. When she could start writing, Shui Shui was shocked when she saw the questions. There were 20 multiple choice questions, then 10 small questions and 5 big questions. Moreover, the questions were not simple. She laughed and her hands were already moving. This competition was very interesting.
She wanted to write slowly, but it seemed that she could not do it. She wrote the multiple-choice questions very quickly. She used up the draft paper very quickly. She raised her hand and asked for a new draft paper. She wanted to use the draft paper that she used to exchange for a new one. The other party would not give it to her directly. This was to prevent cheating.
Shui Shui did the first 20 multiple-choice questions very quickly. This was because some of the multiple-choice questions were regular questions. Small questions. She looked at the first question. It was a one-dimensional quadratic equation and a functional solution. She asked where the opening was going. The process was troublesome. She realized that these questions had many small traps. It was really a bad taste.
She was a person who paid attention to details. That was why she decided to write.
There were only 40 minutes left. She looked at the remaining five big problems. A big problem could not take more than 10 minutes. The first problem was the sum of numbers. Seeing this value, she thought for a moment and knew how to write it. This kind of problem was also a small trap. This required two equations. One equation could only calculate the previous value. The second problem was a graphic problem. She took a deep breath and began to write.
She paused for a moment on the third problem because this problem was a little troublesome. When she saw this picture, she skipped over it. She looked at the fourth problem. This was a problem that solved the area of the center of a bridge like a Parabola. She wrote quickly This was because Qian Shuishui's sense of time was very tight. The font was also much more elegant than usual, but it was not ugly.
On the fifth question, this was the most difficult question in the entire volume. This was the basic idea of using the coordinate method and also needed to use the undetermined coefficient method to solve the curve equation. Moreover, this was only the first small question of the fifth question. The answer to the second small question made Shui Shui Frown. Er.. What the hell. After she finished the first small question, she did not look at the second small question and directly returned to the third question.
This third question was not difficult but troublesome. When she finished writing, she heard the sound of her pen stopping.
She looked at the last question and put down her pen in annoyance. This question made her a little angry. She rolled her eyes. What the Hell? She felt that she was already fast enough, but she didn't expect that she didn't have enough time.
This wasn't an Olympiad math competition, just a math competition. But for the last question, Shui Shui Shui was sure that she wasn't good at Olympiad Math. Moreover, this question quantity wasn't scientific.
Shui Shui huffed. This competition made her very unhappy. A total of 150 points. Two points for the multiple choice question and 10 points for the minor question. They were all calculation questions, but they were all filled with traps. One was five points, and the last was five major questions. The first three major questions were 10 points, and the last two major questions were 15 points.
Mu Zilin waited for Shui Shui at the door. He walked to Shui Shui's side and said, "I think this exam paper is really strange. I think I wrote it very quickly, but I only wrote one major question, and there was no time. "
"The normal college entrance exam paper is 12 or 10 multiple choice questions, then six answer questions, and the last major question is about three to five. "It was two hours. Now this question is basically double the number of major questions, so it's normal that there's not enough time. " Shui Shui was a little unhappy The last question was really disgusting.
She was not a math major. She was a physics major. Normal math questions would not be difficult for her. As for Olympiad Math, she basically eliminated it because Olympiad math really needed to be learned and practiced. She did not have much contact with it, but when she encountered difficulties.. Her mind would also be empty and she would not know anything.
Looking at Shui Shui's expression, Mu Zilin knew that she did not do very well in the exam because she had a very unhappy expression right now, but it was definitely better than his.
"Alright, go and talk to the school. Let's go eat something delicious and relax. " He didn't ask about the exam to avoid suffering.
"Okay, wait for me at the university entrance. I'll go and say something now. " Shui Shui nodded.
Mu Ziyu also nodded. He also wanted to go and talk to his school.
Shui Shui happened to meet Qin Huai and he xiaoying. "I'm going back to the school. I'll leave directly. It's already 5:30. I don't know if it's okay. "
"It should be okay, " Qin Huai said. They were students who lived in the school and had to go back.
Shui Shui told the teacher, and the teacher agreed. She told Shui Shui to pay attention to her safety. As they walked out of the school gate, Shui Shui heard the voices of ridicule.
"What a disgusting question. "
"There are too many, and there's not enough time. "
"In order to save time, I wrote the last part first. In the end, I didn't have time, so I wrote all the multiple-choice questions randomly. "
"..."
All kinds of complaints came endlessly. Shui Shui finally felt much better, because she was not the only one who felt disgusted.
When they walked to the school gate and saw Mu Zilin, they walked together. Mu Zilin could not help but laugh. "I heard that the people who came with me, the best, seemed to have only finished writing the third question. Moreover, the multiple-choice questions were also muddled. "
"basically, they haven't finished writing. I don't know what this competition means, " Mu Zilin complained.
Shui Shui shook her head. "This time, I need some time to write the last question. It's really unscientific. "
She was still unhappy. The second small question of the last question was completely empty and did not move a single word.
"D * Mn, you've already written the last question. What are you still hesitating about? " Mu Zilin patted his forehead. This guy did not know how to restrain himself.
Shui Shui was just hesitating. She did not know. Perhaps in some aspects, she had a little obsessive-compulsive disorder.
There was another point. The last question was really disgusting to her. She shook her head and stopped thinking about it. The more she thought about it, the more unhappy she became.
Mu Zilin casually pulled Shui Shui's arm and walked forward. Those who knew Mu Zilin and Shui Shui saw them and thought that they were boyfriend and girlfriend. Qin Huai looked at Mu Zilin. "No way. This is Shui Shui's boyfriend. But he's quite handsome. There's no hope for them. "
"He's from another school. I'm a little surprised. Moreover, Shui Shui transferred here from another city. How did these two meet? " He Xiaoying felt a little strange because she had talked to Shui Shui before. Shui Shui Shui only came to Beijing this summer vacation to settle down.
"They date very quickly. They're both handsome and beautiful. " Qin Huai and the others were in the car and left with the school bus.
Shui Shui was pulled away. "I want to EAT ROAST DUCK! "
"Okay, okay, my great aunt. I'll take you to eat the best food. I'll let you eat until you're full. Then, I'll take you out for dessert tonight. How about that? " Mu Zilin felt that she was really unhappy. She was starting to act like a little girl. It wasn't really a little girl, was it She just didn't have a smile at all.
"Okay, TURN GRIEF AND ANGER INTO APPETITE! " Shui Shui was suddenly interested. "You want good food. If it's not good, I'll hit you. "
"Okay, okay. If it's not good, you hit me. No, no, if it's not good, you hit my brother. I'll get my brother to hit you. Haha. " He felt that he had said it too well.
Shui Shui pushed Mu Zilin's head hard. "You're getting cuter and cuter. To be honest, I'm hungry now. "
"I think you're very suitable to be a pig. Eat and sleep. When you wake up, eat. " Mu Zilin smiled.
"I want to too, but reality doesn't allow it. So it's useless for you to say it. Let's go. " Shui Shui and Mu Zilin walked to the side of the road. Shui Shui Shui waved her hand and stopped a taxi.
The two of them got into the car, and Mu Zilin told them the location.
Not long after they arrived at the location, Mu Ziyu arrived. Shui Shui Shui Squeezed Mu Zilin's arm. "another SNITCH. "
"I had no choice. I posted it on my wechat moments, and my brother saw it, so he asked me who I was with. " Mu Zilin rubbed his arm in pain. He didn't do it on purpose.


She was a combination of a high iq scholar and a black-bellied prince charming. She was a one-on-one, two-on-one, two-on-one, absolutely refreshing, and she was welcome to jump into the pit.
She was a young and famous physicist from a future world.
He was the eldest son of a modern wealthy family.
When she was in a plane crash and became a modern-day second-generation girl, she was proficient in drinking. She was also ranked last in her studies. At home, her elder sister did not love her, her younger brother hated her, and her parents did not care.
In the circle of Friends of the rich second generation, they also looked down on this idiot.
He was noble and elegant, the idol of all women.
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad student, and her mind was empty every day.
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad girl, playing with boys'emotions
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad girl, and she was good at eating, drinking, and playing.
Then please tell me, who is this woman in front of me, leisurely drinking coffee, and reading the physics report in a foreign language with great interest?

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