Sasuke is a young literature teacher who starts teaching at a new school and, shortly afterwards to his unhappiness falls in love with a student. The Uchiha finds himself increasingly trapped by the fact, until he begins a strange friendship with the cheerful history teacher and manages to hold his attention inexplicably. * Credits to the image creator

When Shen Qianshu woke up, she found herself in hospital. She lay silently on the hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and sterile white walls. Her mind was blank for a while, lifeless, then the memories from that horrible night flooded into her mind. She slowly registered the soreness and pain that flared weakly from deep within her body. It was as if the pain was engraved deeply within her bones and had now started paralysing her nerves. She felt numb. 
"Sara, you are finally awake." She could hear Luther's voice. Shen Qianshu turned around stiffly, and saw Butler Luther beside her. He was not someone you would consider kind-hearted, but at that moment, there was sympathy in his eyes. "You were in a critical condition and unconscious for four days. After the doctor's emergency treatment, you were finally saved." 
Shen Qianshu's face was pale as Luther's words came into her mind.
Remember, do not stay overnight in the castle.
She had… given herself to the devil.
Why?
Why did he treat her like that?
"Master was emotionally unstable, I hope you will be able to forgive him." Luther bowed slightly. 
Shen Qianshu's gaze was dull, her eyes dead. "Why?"
No one could give her an answer.
Shen Qianshu stayed in the hospital for seven days. Butler Luther came to visit her three times and paid for all of her medical fees. On the day she was discharged, Luther came and gave her a check.
"Miss Sara, Master said that he no longer needs you as a chaperon. This check is a form of compensation for you."
Shen Qianshu looked down at the numbers on the check.
One million euros.
How generous.
Her virginity was worth a million euros. There might not be many in the world who could claim that their virginity was valued higher than hers. 
Humiliation. Loss. Irony. Desolation. A whirlpool of negative emotions trapped her like a net, drawing her in and enshrouding her in an endless cycle of despair. In this world of weightlessness, she was lost. 
On a subconscious level, she wanted to rip the humiliating check into a million tiny shreds. However, this too, was fleeting, her mind was blank and all sound thoughts were gone. 
"I want to meet with Master."
"Master doesn't wish to see you."
Shen Qianshu gave a small, sad smile.
Butler Luther pondered to himself, Sara, perhaps you are Master's only light in this life.
I have never seen him so concerned over anyone!
That is why he will not meet you.
He is scared of hurting you.
However, there is no way you will ever know.
Shen Qianshu returned to her small apartment and lay down for three whole days before she was able to fully recover.
She could no longer change the past. Now that the tragedy had already happened, she would not let herself dwell on it and live on in despair. Her whole life depended on her to move forward. Her family had abandoned her long ago, leaving her in Paris to fend for herself. Other than earning money for the sake of it, she would work hard for her future and become a person that lived with dignity. 
Shen Qianshu started attending language classes diligently; they were divided into English and French lessons. When it came time to choose her specialisation online, she unexpectedly chose the second specialisation.
Psychology.
Psychology was taught in English and although her English ability was not too bad, it was not sufficient on a professional level to consider a specialised course, so she had to work hard to improve. In addition to attending language classes, she kept herself busy and worked part-time to teach French students Chinese, earning her living expenses to support her goals.
She thought that her life would continue in such a way at first.
Learning the languages, attending university, earning money; she had settled into a steady routine and was determined to make something of herself… until a medical report shocked her to the core six months later, turning her stable life upside-down. 
She was pregnant!
Seven years later.
City A's Jewelry Fair was held in Cultural Arts Center, Hall 1. It was an event that gathered famous brands from all across the globe, as well as individual works from renowned designers both locally and internationally. Spanning over an area of close to 25,000 square meters, the fair showcased an incomparable array of accessories and jewels with diverse styles and from different origins. It was the place to be, in the world of jewelry.
Shen Qianshu was admiring the works of different designers from around the world. As opposed to works from more renowned brands, where she only gave a quick, cursory glance, Shen Qianshu preferred works that were unique, with strong personal styles that differed from the norm. 
A City's Jewelry Fair had only one individual exhibition hall. It was also where her most admired designer, Noah, would make his first appearance at the fair.
Noah was the jewelry industry's most enigmatic designer, the one and only.
He had debuted in Paris's jewelry fair five years ago, entering the scene and shocking the world when the only work he showcased, was auctioned off for a hefty sum of ten million US dollars. He had very few works, only a small handful each year. His designs were incredibly unique and often encompassed different styles; though all would carry the same mysterious and dark aura that had become synonymous with him. He was termed as dark royalty, his strong personal style distinct and undeniably attractive, resonating a deep darkness from within. 


Seven years ago, Shen Qianshu is impregnated with Ye Ling's child in an accident. 
Seven years later, the little boy becomes famous and is thought of as the nation's son.

When he suddenly sees Ye Ling appear, he greets, "Hello, Daddy?"
Ye Ling watches as the little prince roars, "Where's my princess?"
Just as Shen Qianshu is preparing to run with her son, she gets pushed down by Ye Ling. 

"You can leave if you want, but leave me a princess first. Let's have another baby!"


In the shade of a tree, a young man taking a nap opened his eyes to see a fox lying in his crossed arms. The fox, whose fur was white as snow with only a blotch of black upon its tail and one of its ears, was sleeping letting quiet breaths out signifying its comfiness within the young man's arms. The young man sighed getting up with care to this small being remembering what happened this past week.
Day 1
This young man was in school, college to be exact, where he was in class learning more English because speaking it for about 17 plus years doesn't exactly change things since he is not a genius in any sense of the word. In fact, all the young man would be is just a little luckier than most he got a couple of scholarships which allowed him to be mostly scot-free because his own money could pay for the rest. The young man, however, didn't have many friends because he spent his days studying and when he got a sense of them went to sleep only visiting classes, and eating when he needed to.
Anyways, the world changed that day, while he was in English class, the air had added a few new components that would later either destroy the world or revolutionize it even further. This class's teacher mostly does stuff online and lets the class mostly do what it wants as long as the average of the class is a C or higher.
The classmate next to the young man apparently noticed the change in the air and asked him before he started dozing off again in this lecture, "Hey, dude, the air seems different today doesn't it? It is like it added flavoring, right?"
"Kevin, I think that someone just put some incense in the air brought in by one of the previous classes," replied the glasses looking guy behind the two.
"No, no, no. I know a bit about incense, alright, Steve." Kevin shutdown that comment adding, "This new flavor is unlike anything I have ever smelt, or tasted, and I trust my senses about this type of stuff."
The young man started sniffing the air, after a while then commented, "It wouldn't be that the world would suddenly change, okay? It might just be like Steve said, also you forgot my name haven't you?"
Kevin quickly responded with, "N-no! Its umm... its, ehh? I forgot it would seem, Steve do you know?"
Steve pulled out a little notebook, while the young man suddenly looked dejected, and after looking at the young man's face flipped through the notebook finally said, "Orion is his name, it seems his habits of resting every chance he gets made him practically unknown. Especially with his near average grades, and never going to events except those that matter."
Orion looked surprised and suddenly looked horrified, "Stalker," was all he said then scooched away a bit from Steve who hurriedly explained himself.
"That, um... I have everyone in my classes written down in this little booklet, isn't that right Kevin!" tears threatened to spill out of his eyes while looking towards Kevin for help.
Kevin explained, "Steve, you see, has an interesting hobby, that is about discerning who people are after seeing them interact with the environment for a bit and writes in his notebook about them. Afterwards, Steve, goes around and collects information about them from around the person, to see if his information is correct. Right?"
Steve nodded his head up and down rapidly, while saying, "Yep! That's right, what I wrote about you after the first impression was that you were unsociable, but after researching about you I found that you were instead just lazy."
"Hey, it is not lazy just highly energy conserving! Also, I converse with the people who talk to me first, okay. Just that I would rather sleep all day under a nice tree doesn't change that fact," Orion harrumphed.
Just then a few words appeared before humanity's and other sapient creatures of the world.
[Hello there, those of intelligence! We are to say congratulations, due to your imaginations we have now recovered the energy used to create new laws for the world!]
As people were suddenly confused about this message another quickly followed.
[Anyways, because we fed upon your imagination we let out a byproduct law for the world, maybe a few of you already noticed it! Well, its a lot of different things, but one things for sure, remember those novels about magick, and other things, it is good. Try it out a bit and maybe discover what a few of these new laws are! I can't tell you anything, because that would be spoilers!]
As chaos ensued, and chunni's laughed loudly one last message ensued.
[Oh, yeah I need to tell you one more thing! Try saying 'status' sometime it may be a fun experience!]
Orion looked at the two around him and they looked back unison and Orion exclaimed, "Status!"
[Name-Orion Refol]
[Race-Human]
[Class-None]
[Class Rank-N/A]
[Title(s)-Lazy Fox]
[Attributes
STR: 7
AGI:9
DEX:10
WIS:15
INT:13
SPR:12
END:9
Note: Average Marks around 10 for an adult male.]
"Hey guys..." Orion started to ponder, "We are in a basic game to world novel aren't we?"
The two follow him in saying status and the reply in unison, "Yeah we are...""What kind of novel is that."
The two of them look at Kevin and say, "It is when a game system fuses with the laws of this world, it usually adds magick upon other things, like dragons..." Orion started saying followed by Steve mentioning some technical stuff like, certain novels to read when he has time.
Orion interrupted him by sighing, "Check your phones before you say that, I am not sure if mine was already dead or not."
Kevin pulled out his phone and replied, "Seems like mine is dead too."
Steve exclaimed when he checked his phone, "The electronics are most likely being affected by the new energies in the air! NOOO! MY! NOVELS!"
Orion sighed and got up walking towards the door, "Well, let's calm down and see if there is a dungeon or some other lunacy to help us out a bit in these newly christened laws."

First Novel, so go easy on me... anyways world transforms to host demonic beasts (because being called monsters is mean and bullying) and the cause is mana, ki, and the recovery of various deities of course. Join the main character as he tries to secure back a lazy life with his newly friended fox.

Zhai Hua was aware that the huge change to the army was largely related to Song Yin's matter. 
Even Wei De would mention Song Yin in front of Zhai Hua. He was envious of Song Yin, who received third-class merit this time.
"Hua Hua, I'm serious." In the army, besides the chief who occasionally came to the army, the only one who could lead the team to achieve greater things was Regiment Commander Zhai. If he was in Regiment Commander Zhai's team, then, like Song Yin, he would be able to achieve military merits as soon as possible and be promoted to platoon leader, or even company commander.
If he continued with what he had been doing, he could not even achieve what Song Yin did in a few decades, let alone a few years. 
Regardless of whether the Zhai family took issue with his identity, the statuses of the Zhai family members were not low. He could not possibly be the only individual that was ordinary in the family after he married Hua Hua, right? 
Wei De was aware that, given his situation, his wish to be compatible with Zhai Hua and let the Zhai family feel proud of having a son-in-law like him was equivalent to zero.
Nevertheless, no matter what, he had to try hard at least once and not let the gap between the Zhai family and him become too wide. He would minimize the gap as much as he could.
As the statuses of all the Zhai family members were not low in the army, Wei De was also concerned that after he married Zhai Hua, everyone would laugh at the Zhai family for having such a good-for-nothing son-in-law, that Zhai Hua was married to someone that was beneath her in terms of status and other aspects.
As such, Wei De very much longed that he could be in Zhai Sheng's team so that Zhai Sheng could lead him personally. He could then 'progress' faster.
Zhai Hua lifted her head from Wei De's shoulder and looked at Wei De. "It's not that you're not aware of Zhai Sheng's temperament. Are you hoping that I will request Zhai Sheng to especially bring you along during such important missions?"
Wei De blushed. There was a flash of shame in his eyes. "Hua Hua, you know that I certainly don't mean that."
Although Wei De certainly had this intention initially, to follow Zhai Sheng around and then pick up a military achievement so that he could establish his status in the army as soon as possible, Zhai Hua had put it too bluntly. He was thus too embarrassed to admit his own thoughts. 
In fact, he could not understand. He would be family with Zhai Sheng after he married Zhai Hua. He would be Zhai Sheng's brother-in-law.
Since everyone belonged to the same family, why couldn't they support and help each other?
If he was doing well, wouldn't that benefit Zhai Hua too?
It was a win-win situation for everyone. Why would Zhai Sheng refuse to do it?
"I'm a man. If I really have any thoughts, I hope I can rely on myself to achieve everything that I wish to have. I want to let the Zhai family know that I'm someone reliable, someone you can be entrusted to for the rest of your life. If Regiment Commander Zhai deliberately guides and helps me, how will the chief and your mom look at me?" 
"Boo." Zhai Hua smiled. "Look at how serious you are. I was just kidding with you earlier. Of course, I know what kind of person you are and won't misunderstand you. Look at how nervous you are. It's not impossible for you to follow Zhai Sheng by his side during his mission. But having been in the army for so long, you should know that Zhai Sheng's expectations are a little high. If you are able to meet his requirements, or if your expertise fits the requirements of his mission, then Zhai Sheng will definitely bring you along. This matter can't be rushed. You have to take it slowly."
In fact, those initial two ways that Zhai Hua suggested jokingly were not impossible. 
Firstly, Wei De had sufficient merits or expertise that Zhai Sheng would appreciate.
Secondly, Zhai Hua, this biological sister, would pull the strings and put up a request to Zhai Sheng.
"Alright, take it slowly…" Wei De was not speaking from his heart.
Take it slowly? How much time did he have to do that?
He was already twenty-eight years old while Zhai Hua was twenty-seven years old. Even if he had the patience to take his time, would the Zhai family not feel anxious and try to find a marriage partner for Zhai Hua?
Wei De was aware that, actually, he did not have much time left. He not only could not take his time but also had to quickly find a way to ensure that he had the confidence to stand in front of the Zhai family and admit that he was the man who would be marrying Zhai Hua.
If he had known that it would turn out this way for Song Yin, he should not have frequented Qiu Chenxi's classes when the high school student with the surname Qiao came to the army to teach English previously. He should have attended the high school student's classes instead.
The truth had proven that despite being a high school student, that young teacher with the surname Qiao had taught much better than Qiu Chenxi.
"Do you regret it?" Zhai Hua was amused.
"I do." Wei De sighed. "If I had known earlier that your relationship with the Qiu family had long turned sour, I wouldn't have needed to give Qiu Chenxi some face for the sake of the Zhai family. I've been attending all of Qiu Chenxi's classes instead of those of Teacher Xiao Qiao. Otherwise, the one who received third-class merit could have been me and not Song Yin." 
At that time, how would he know that the Qiu Chenxi, a college graduate, would be so much worse off than a high school student?
He further did not expect that learning English in the army could earn him such an opportunity.
As such, how could Wei De not keep thinking about Song Yin's example? How could he not feel anything about Song Yin's change of fortune and grieve his poor luck? 
"I've already told you long ago that the relationship between the Qiu family and the Zhai family hasn't been good, that you don't need to give Qiu Chenxi's face. But you refused to listen." Zhai Hua had no choice too.
Was his pride more important than his capability?
Most of the people in the army opted to attend Qiao Nan's classes. As such, it was apparent that Qiao Nan's classes were better.
Unfortunately, Wei De had to commit such a silly mistake at that time for the sake of the connections between the Zhai family and the Qiu family. He insisted on attending Qiu Chenxi's classes.
"Forget it. It's already in the past. The more I talk about this, the angrier I feel." Wei De stopped harping on about it. If he had known that he would receive third-class merit just by learning English from that high school student for a period of time, he would have attended the class standing even if he had no place to sit. He would definitely conscientiously listen to all the contents taught by that high school student.
"Don't flare up or lose your temper. Since it didn't work this time, try again next time." Zhai Hua was very positive. She was not anxious and even consoled Wei De.
She was aware that Wei De had been working very hard in order to be with her openly.
Working hard was one matter, but Wei De was not cut out for learning English. Even if Wei De had opted to attend all of Qiao Nan's classes, he might not have performed as well as Song Yin eventually. 
It was true that Song Yin had been in luck. Nevertheless, if Song Yin had no passion for English, he would not have achieved third-class merit just by attending those slightly over ten classes of Qiao Nan. 
Saying the fact out loud would seem to imply that Wei De was not as good as Song Yin.
Zhai Hua had never thought of it that way. Hence, she was not willing to say something which would cause a misunderstanding and make Wei De feel unhappy.
Wei De was very confident. "Yes, since I couldn't do it this time, I'll try again next time." Next time, he would definitely not miss the opportunity again. He would certainly be able to achieve military merits and progress in his career.


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

Curly Hair worked even harder in order to advance from his learning console to a game console. However, there were some things such as reading comprehension and writing essays that were really too difficult to learn.
Curly Hair wasn't even able to obtain a C each time and didn't know whether he was making any progress.
After yet another test, Curly hair had to defend himself when Fang Zhao checked his learning progress.
"I feel I have made great progress. Not far from a C- now."
Because of this sentence, Fang Zhao changed the grading system to score from 100 marks. On the next day's test, Curly Hair's reading comprehension received a grade of 21 marks.
He wasn't even able to meet the passing criteria of 50/100 marks.
The weather was fine. Nanfeng and Zuo Yu had been looking at a few houses for Fang Zhao and came over to report their findings. Upon entering the dormitory, Nanfeng saw Curly Hair crouching in the corner with his head drooped. There were clearly tear marks beneath his dog eyes.
"Why is our Little Curly Curls crying again?" Nanfeng was about to say "Did you receive a scolding again?" but caught sight of Fang Zhao from the corner of his eyes and changed his tune. "Feeling heaty again? Here, have some fruits."
Nanfeng then brought out a paper box filled with little fruits. He saw Fang Zhao looking over and explained hastily, "Got them from the fruit store outside of HuangArt. I asked already; dogs can also eat these fruits. They are rather cheap too. One box only cost 21 dollars."
Curly Hair cried even harder.
With that, Nanfeng could only have Zuo Yu bring Curly Hair out for a walk. If the dog wasn't in a mood, walking one round would make him feel better. If that wasn't enough, then two rounds was needed. As for everything else… what could he say as an assistant?
Whoever paid the wages was the boss!
Curly Hair didn't seem to be in better spirits after walking two rounds. However, the dejection of scoring 21 marks was quickly forgotten when he regained his self-confidence after taking a math test at night.
The learning console also had reference books compiled by various teachers of various continents. Unless the user loved doing questions, most students would simply have psychological scars from those reference books.
Curly Hair had similar sentiments, but his were slightly more complicated. Practice questions in the sciences were a piece of cake. He could do ten sets of science practice questions in the same time he took for a reading comprehension question. Even then, he might get the reading comprehension question wrong.
After Curly Hair finished the primary school curriculum, Fang Zhao looked through Curly Hair's grades. Curly Hair scored close to full marks on math and science. The only blip on his report card was a narrow pass on language, but overall, it was good enough for him to start the secondary school curriculum.
To celebrate graduating primary school and being one step closer to his own personal terminal, Curly Hair happily devoured five kilograms of dog food.
Secondary school curriculum was more complicated. Fang Zhao added some money to the account to purchase some of the online classes. After watching a few videos, Curly Hair chose the online classroom of a very popular teacher.
The microphone was also turned on.
Sometimes, students would have questions. Of course, there were also students unwilling to turn on their mics and would just type questions out in text.
This type of classroom mode was rather novel to Curly Hair. This was the first time in his dog life that he was acting as a human. He needed to be on his best behavior.
Curly Hair pretended that he was a secondary school student and started his journey of attending online classes.
However, this unique student still gave teachers some headaches.
For example, when a certain teacher that specialized in tackling test and examinations questions said, "Encountering a tough question is like a stumbling block in the middle of a road. How would you go about solving it?"
Curly Hair: "Eat it up!"
"Can this student please be more serious?"
As the other online students roared with laughter, the teacher took note of the online student ID [Little Curly Curls].
Afterwards, Curly Hair felt that the stuff this teacher taught was too simple so he went over to the next classroom and stumped the teacher with his questions.
He wasn't purposely causing trouble. Even though he asked seriously, the kind of questions he asked were either from unorthodox perspectives or were beyond the scope of the syllabus.
For students, those that could stump teachers by asking questions had a "cool" halo in the eyes of others. Some students also took note of [Little Curly Curls]. But, this bookworm seemed to not like accepting friend requests.
It wasn't that Curly Hair was unwilling to add friends. Rather, he remembered what Fang Zhao had said. 
"No adding friends before 'graduating from university' or scoring at least 85/100 for a language examination." Fang Zhao was worried Curly Hair would reveal his identity in a fit of carelessness.
The teacher of this classroom didn't know this. He had spent the past few days studying this student who had asked many crafty questions. Although there was a voice, the student couldn't be seen. The voice sounded young, and the questions were sometimes very naive.
Nonetheless…
There would surely be a vile and sinister face behind this innocence! A wide mouth and sharp teeth were just waiting to bite a huge chunk of his flesh!
Some people were just the best at pretending to be innocent!
"Don't think you can deceive me!"
A question solving genius? He didn't believe it!
How could there be so many geniuses in the world. If this were really a genius, he would have been snatched up long ago. Those at schools weren't stupid. Nowadays, every continent and district were competing for talents. There was no way such a talent would use a learning console's platform to attend classes.
Therefore, it definitely had to be a professional troll!
This sort of situation was commonplace. Currently, competition among online classes was intense. Mutual sabotage occurred frequently. He reckoned that surely this ID had been sent by someone from the same industry. He couldn't keep this fellow any longer!
Right now, what he needed was to think of a reason to kick this person out of the classroom.
After another round of questions left him stumped, the teacher sent a private message to Curly Hair. The main idea was this: You are already very impressive. I have nothing more to teach you. I can recommend you a teacher, for example XXX[link]. Since you have only attended half of the scheduled classes, I will refund you the remaining half.
Don't bring me down. If you want to harm others, then go ahead, the teacher thought to himself.
Curly Hair was also surprised when he saw the message.
"This teacher is really great! Introducing a new teacher and even giving a refund! Woooo!"
The refunded money could be used to buy dog food!!
Curly Hair felt that this transaction was rather worthwhile and agreed to leave the original classroom. He even sent a red packet to that teacher as thanks when he left the classroom. It was mentioned in literature that one must respect their teachers.
That teacher was thinking of agreeing to a full refund if the other party didn't agree. He could only count himself unfortunate this time. He never imagined that the other party would really agree. When he glanced at the classroom's online enrollees, he no longer saw [Little Curly Curls].
There was even a virtual red packet attached to the private message that wrote, "Thank you teacher! You are a really good person!"
The teacher: "???"
Is there poison in this red packet?
Curly Hair didn't know what the former teacher was imagining. After exiting the classroom, Curly Hair clicked on the link the previous teacher had recommended and entered another online classroom.
The new classroom mainly targeted the upper secondary students. There were many people in this online classroom, and more than half had been attracted by the teacher's background and experience at a university that had many essays and lots of lecture videos. A large portion of the introductory web page displayed various awards and honors the teacher had received. These online classes were just a part-time job for him.
Parents were very satisfied with the awards and honors of this teacher, but students were different. They felt that listening to this teacher's lessons was very tiring. Every lesson touched on complex knowledge that left them blank ank unable to keep up, especially when the teacher threw out complicated and rare jargon that wasn't in their secondary school textbooks. Every concept and formula required a lot of time to absorb. There were also many questions that combined the covered material. The students simply couldn't keep up when the teacher spoke too quickly.
However, for Curly Hair, such content was easy to receive. Thus, after adapting for two days, Curly Hair once again started to hunger for more knowledge and had a debate with the teacher over his question response that was marked wrong.
After that, on his third day at this new class, Curly Hair was kicked.
The teacher had forcibly kicked him out of the classroom and left a message. "I will return the money. Leave."
Curly Hair left rather happily.
"You are a really great teacher for teaching without accepting payment!"
Fang Zhao said, "… The newly released 'New Reading Compilation' has good short essays. Go take a look at the first ten."
As before, Curly Hair still couldn't distinguish certain words and sentences. He was also unable to perceive some words with derogatory connotation. However, speech was fine for him. Outside, Curly Hair could listen to someone's tone, mood and body language to determine whether the other party had any malicious intent. However, Curly Hair was still particularly sluggish when facing written words.
While Curly Hair drooped his head and analyzed the short essays, Fang Zhao received a call from Mo Lang.
"The dissertation committee list has already been finalized. The time slot to to defend your thesis will also be set in the next few days. According to the sequence of submitted applications, you will be the first. Prepare early."
There was still time before the dissertation. However, Fang Zhao would the first postgraduate from the advanced studies course to defend his dissertation. Furthermore, there could also be pressure from various other sources, so Mo Lang was worried whether Fang Zhao would be nervous. It was easy to make mistakes during the dissertation defense if one was nervous. Thus, he had informed Fang Zhao beforehand so that Fang Zhao would be able to mentally prepare himself.
Fang Zhao wasn't nervous. The dissertation touched upon his thesis that was completely written by himself. Points that needed to be taken note of had already been discussed with Mo Lang already. Fang Zhao was sufficiently prepared.
Mo Lang then analyzed the dissertation committee chairperson and the members of the committee before hanging up.
Fang Zhao brought up his virtual calendar and checked his schedule. Nanfeng would indicate if there were any new work related matters or things to take notice of. However, there was a period coming up without any events. Many people knew that Fang Zhao would be defending his dissertation. They wouldn't seek him out if it wasn't anything important. Other small matters could be handled by Nanfeng on his own.
Fang Zhao marked out a row of dates on the calendar. This would probably be the period where he would defend his dissertation.
While he was doing so, he received another call notification.
Fang Zhao picked up the call and had yet to speak when the other party shouted, "Hello, Fang Zhao! It's me, Samoyed!"
Fang Zhao: "…."
What sort of stimulation had this Zaro child received recently?


"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.

Tang Xi just sat down on her seat as if not hearing her. She then took out the English textbook that Little Five prepared for her yesterday, and prepared for the next class. Seeing Tang Xi ignore her, Peng Yu snatched her English textbook, stood up and looked down at Tang Xi, saying coldly, "Are you deaf? Go sit in the last row! I don't want to sit with you."
Tang Xi raised her eyebrows and took a look at the book grabbed by Peng Yu. Her eyes had a cold gleam and she gave a cold smile. She then clasped her arms against her chest, crossed her legs, and leaned backward as she said calmly, "I'm not deaf, but I can only understand human language. Who do you think you are?"
Hearing this, the students who was holding their breath and listening to them, all gasped, and Peng Yu turned pale in anger. She shouted, "How dare you!"
"Yes, so what?" Tang Xi interrupted her, and looked up at her with a straight face, saying, "Let's make it clear, since Mr. Pu asked me to sit here, I'll sit here. If you don't want to sit with me, you can find another seat to sit, or shut up." With that, Tang Xi smiled, and reached out to take back her book from Peng Yu's hand
Peng Yu took a deep breath and glared at Tang Xi, saying threateningly, "Do you know who I am? Even your uncle won't dare mess up with me, let alone you!"
"Oh, sorry, I don't know who you are." Tang Xi said and casually put the book on the desk, laughing. "I never turn to my uncle for help when I'm bullied." She usually turned to her brothers for help. Her father was too busy to deal with this trivial matters. And it was better to ask her brothers for help… As for her uncles… they were either big-shots, or… well, forgot it. It was simply impossible for them to pay attention to these trivia. 
Peng Yu squinted at Tang Xi. "We'll see. You'd better not cry when I revenge on you!"
Tang Xi stretched herself and looked lazily at Peng Yu. "Okay, I wait for you. But remember to take revenge on me after next Wednesday. I'll go to Paris tomorrow." She then opened the textbook, and at this time the bell rang. 
Seeing this, Ning Ke sitting in the first row touched his trouser pocket, and then took out his English textbook.
In the English class, Tang Xi performed excellently. Her proficiency in English greatly impressed the English teacher. In the end, the teacher only spoke English. Every time she asked a question, she would pick Tang Xi to answer. Therefore, only a few students understood what the teacher lectured. Tang Xi stood up and sat down so frequently in the class that even her thigh hurt. 
After the class, the English teacher walked up to Tang Xi and said with appreciation, "I had heard your old class master said you were very talented at foreign languages. Now I know what he said was true. I have also learned Russian. I think we can discuss about the experiences on learning foreign languages." 
Tang Xi stood up with a smile and said modestly, "Mr. Wu, I'm flattered. It's just that I'm interested on foreign languages, so I watch more foreign language programs than others. If there is a chance, I'd love to discuss the learning experiences with you." 
Mr. Wu nodded with appreciation, and turned to look at the other students, saying, "Hand your dictation papers to the commissary in charge of studies, and I'll check them later." With that, he looked at Tang Xi with a gentle smile, saying, "Let me see yours." 
Tang Xi nodded and handed her test paper to Mr. Wu. The latter took a look at it and smiled as she said, "No wonder they said you were a genius. Your answer is all correct."
Tang Xi smiled. "I previewed the classes last night, and memorized the vocabulary."
"Very good." Mr. Wu said and left. Ning Ke, the commissary in charge of studies, drawing a long face, began to collect the students' test papers. Suddenly he frowned, and asked out loud, "Who is the representative of English class?"
"Me." A boy with glasses stood up and asked, "What's up?"
Although this Ning Ke was several years younger than him, he was a bit scared of him for some reason… 
Ning Ke took a look at the representative of English class and asked impatiently, "Isn't it the English representative's duty to collect the English test papers?" With that, he put the test papers in his hand to the representative of English class and said, "Give your test papers to him in future. I'll not be in charge of this. Don't bother me unless there is something exciting."
The students looked at each other with doubt. Then why did you accept to be the commissary in charge of studies? 
Ning Ke raised his eyebrows, looked at the stunned students and sat down. He accepted to be the commissary in charge of studies not to do this stupid jobs, but to give Xiao Rou a face.
When they were in Grade One, the monitor would keep notes for Xiao Rou. Now it seemed that he needed to do this for her. Otherwise, she would miss a lot of classes when she came back from Paris.
Tang Xi was unaware of Ning Ke's thoughts. She left her seat and walked towards her former classroom. She had something to ask Chen Ziyan.
Chen Ziyan was very excited to see Tang Xi and ran excitedly out of the classroom. The other students were also excited to see her and greeted her in succession. Tang Xi warmly responded and then took Chen Ziyan's arm to beckon her to go to a corner. She then asked Chen Ziyan in a low voice, "Have you asked your mother to find that couple for me? Has she got any clue?" 
She asked Chen Ziyan to asked her mother to search for Lin Ru's biological parents. Ms. Lin was familiar with Lin Jiao, so she might know something private about Lin Jiao. It would be easier for her to find Lin Ru's parents. She had also turned to Qiao Liang for help, but he had got no clue… Although Mother didn't mention her biological parents anymore, she could tell she was eager to find her real parents.
Chen Ziyan shook her head and said, "Sorry, Rourou, my mom had asked my dad to search for the couple you mentioned, but he got no clue. The only thing we know is that the Lin Family moved to City W over forty years ago, so if we want to get more information, we may have to find the people who were the Lin Family's neighbors forty years ago. My mom had asked her men to find those people, but there were very few of them still living there. They either moved or… had died." 
Tang Xi's eyes lit up when she heard this. She asked, "Some of them have moved? Do you have their contact information? I can search for them myself."


Xiao Rou, a girl growing up in a poor countryside family, found that she was actually the daughter of a wealthy couple, and her mother mistook another girl as her when she gave birth to her in hospital. She thought she would change from an ugly duckling to a noble swan and lived happily ever after with her real family, but the reality gave her a heavy blow. The girl, Xiao Jinning, who took her family, her fiancé and everything else from her, used every possible means to frame her up. She returned to her biological parents only to find her parents despised her but doted on Xiao Jinning. She was framed as a thief and expelled out of home. And then, she was hit by a car and stomped to death by Xiao Jinning. her tragic life was ended.
Tang Xi, a real princess, the heiress of the powerful Empire Group, was murdered by her greedy relatives. When she opened her eyes again, she found she was in another girl’s body. She became Xiao Rou and had a magic system—008 in her body! With the help of 008, she began her journey of revenge. She would avenge poor Xiao Rou, punish the murderers of her, become the most popular star, and….make up with her true love---Qiao Liang. 

A beat up yellow motorcycle zooms into the parking lot, nearly hitting a group of freshman students. 

'Sh*t!' Thinks the driver, a sophomore with long legs and a bad record of being late to school.

'Not only am I running late on the first day, my teacher has to be Cunningham!' Naomi shakes her head bitterly as she removes her black helmet. Mr. Cunningham was well known for being tough on students, especially those who slip up.

Her tardiness was sure to be a damper on her grades if she didn't hurry or come up with a good excuse.

Naomi runs through the halls, nearly plowing some other late students over.

"Sorry!" she blurts, but doesn't stop or turn around.

Naomi sees the door up ahead! Just ten more steps...

seven...

three!..

The bell rings.

Naomi stops in her tracks and hangs her head, quickly contemplating whether or not to leave. But, no. Many people (especially those she *literally* ran into), had seen her. Playing sick would be useless and blacklist her on the teacher-side for being a liar. All of this passes through her head in a matter of two seconds.

She takes a deep breath and pulls on the door handle, walking into a silent room and a glaring middle aged man.

An idea pops into her head and she fights back a grin.

"I am SO sorry, Mr. Cunningham! I just checked out the most amazing book from the library when I happened to check my watch! I rushed to class, but the bell rang before I could make it! Deepest apologies." She bowed her head for added effect.

"Oh, might I ask what book that may be?" There was a challenge in the English teacher's voice.

Smiling gently, Naomi withdrew the copy of 1984 she had "lost" (aka stolen from the library and paid a fine for) last year from her bag.

The classic piece of literature was sure to win some approval and respect, right?

After a short moment, Cunningham decided to let it rest and bade her to sit down in her assigned seat. Naomi scuttled to a seat next to a boy with auburn hair and devastatingly attractive cheekbones. Cunningham proceeded to lecture the class on his late-work, tardy, and behavior policies, as well as the grading scale and what is to be expected of this honors-level English II class.

Naomi and the rest of the class spaced out for most of it, but refrained from speaking or looking sleepy. Cunningham's wrath was not to be underestimated. It was told that he once had a student that was incredibly intelligent and a great writer, but had rebellious tendencies, such as refusing common Literature theories, interrupting lectures, and putting his feet on the desk.

That student was no legend either, Nate Burns, was so despised by Cunningham that he almost failed the class the first semester.

He threatened to drop out, but knew that would only please the teacher, so he switched to online classes and attempted 32 online writing assignments in under a week that same semester. Nate earned a C+ in the class that semester as a result of cramming in so many writing pieces, but it was better than failing.

Cunningham received no repercussion from the school board, despite his biased grades. He had two Language Arts bachelor's degrees and so, he was the best in the English department, no matter his terrible personality.

Every student feared that story, not wanting to be the next Nate Burns. Naomi was no exception. She knew she had to focus.

Yet, somehow her attention kept swaying towards the new boy in the seat next to her...

Explore the rural, yet scandalous, High School of Naomi Hayes, a girl who doesn't quite fit in but knows how to pull the strings on the social ladder of her single-minded peers. Will she make it to graduation? Or will she finally lose patience and ditch her small town before getting her diploma?

"Did you hear about the new game created by Exotic Pear Gaming?"
 "There's a new game? What is it called? What is it about? Has it been released yet? Hurry and tell! Tell me! TELL ME! TELL ME!"
 "Dude chill, I just heard about it today, apparently it's supposed to be the best new game of the decade! It's called Imperium it's an mmorpg that has a xianxia theme. Registration will be open on Saturday at noon."
 "What the hell?! Why noon? That's such an inconvenient timing. I'll have to miss class if I want to register."
 "It's not my fault, who told you to have extra classes on Saturday."
 "Hmph, if it wasn't for my old man do you think I would go to these stupid classes?"

 Huang Hualing was currently eavesdro- ahem- I mean overhearing a conversation between two of her classmates, Xiao Chonglin and Long Fan, two infamous gaming nerds at her school. After hearing the word "game", Hualing's ears immediately perked up as she intently listened to their private conversation. 'Hmm a new game huh?' she thought to herself, 'maybe I'll just have to give this one a try'. 
 As a bonafide gaming addict, Hualing was constantly searching for new and addicting games to pass her free time with. She was average in all aspects regarding academics, however, she is known as the queen of tech within her friend group. No matter the issue, as long as it had to do with tech in some aspect, Hualing was the person to look for. Sadly, she was completely clueless in every other aspect of life, leaving her to be rather ignorant.
 Born into a wealthy family, Hualing didn't particularly care for her grades or academics in general, but ever since she was able to walk and express her thoughts, she has been addicted to all technological devices. At a tender age of four, she was introduced to gaming by her indolent brother, Huang Yong Rui; ever since, she cared about nothing else. Other than learning some skills dealing with tech, she didn't bother with any subjects at school. Regarding this, her parents were rather exasperated, as they already had a lazy son to deal with, they truly hoped to have a hardworking daughter. However, the heavens are unkind and gave them two slothlike entities who only knew how to laze about and play games. 
Sadly, they could never truly get mad at these two seemingly hopeless children, as they both were geniuses in some aspect. Their son, had a gift for business, making investments on what seems like a whim, yet earning millions after the projects were highly successful. He was already named the heir to the family's large luxury hotel chain at the age of 19.
Their daughter on the other hand was an abnormal genius at programming; even winning several national programming competitions and coming in third in a world wide competition at the age of 15. After learning that she couldn't access her games at school, Hualing even decided to learn some basic hacking skills which allowed her to hack into her schools mainframe and unblocking the games. However, she wasn't particularly skillful in that department and a couple days later she was discovered. Consequently she got suspended for a week leading her parents to become exasperated and helpless. 
 Not only that, because she was so addicted to games, she took it upon herself to learn several language, English, French, Korean, and Taiwanese. This led her to become fluent in English and Korean, while being able to read and write sufficiently in Korean and Taiwanese. How does this correlate with gaming? Well of course it's because this lazy gamer was bored with her current server and wanted a change in scenery, leading her to learn these languages in order to communicate with people in the other servers across the world. At only 17 years old, she has already become this unreasonable. Truly, this girl is a hopeless maniac when it comes to gaming.

A new game called Imperium has been released and as a bonafide gaming addict Huang Hualing decides to try it out. 

Huang Hualing is a lazy good for nothing who would've been disowned if she wasn't a genius in tech. As a sloth like entity Hualing spends her days lying about and playing games to satisfy her addiction. 


Author's note: OOF


In the morning, Zhang Zian opened his eyes and glanced around the bedroom as usual. The elfins were sleeping. He turned over and had planned to get more sleep. It was early, and dark and cold outside. A strong wind was blowing. 
But after lying for a while, he fully woke up. Something was wrong. After careful thinking, it seemed that Pi was missing.　
He sat up in bed, and searched carefully with the night lamp of Famous. The chair given to Pi as a temporary bed was empty. Pi was gone.
Did it go to the bathroom?　　
Zhang Zian turned his head, but didn't see any light beneath the bathroom door. So it was not in the bathroom. He hit his head. Pi was an imaginative elfin, why would it need a bathroom? He must have been confused after sleeping.　 
Tap, Tap, Tap!　　
A slight keyboard tapping sound came from the living room. Zhang Zian put on a jacket, passed by the sleeping and kicking Famous, walked over quietly, and saw the back of Pi.　　
It sat on the floor in front of the coffee table. The light from the laptop screen drew out its fuzzy shape. The nameless book was next to the laptop.　　
Pi was short. It was not comfortable after using the computer on the couch for a long time, so it crossed its legs and sat on the floor. Luckily, there was a carpet near the coffee table and the floor was not too cold.　　
A new Word document was created on the computer, with lines and lines of numbers. Needless to say, it was good old Pi. Mixed in with the numbers were some meaningless English letters. Maybe it was practicing how to type. 　 
The pince-nez was clipped on its nose, and the light from the screen was reflected on the thin lenses. Looking from one side, the lenses seemed to be without power, as there were no circles of the prescription lenses.　　
Pi was a slow typist. Sometimes it couldn't remember the location of a certain key, and its finger stayed above the keyboard for a long time. Even so, it didn't use two fingers to make the typing easier. In order not to disturb the elfins' sleep, Pi was gentle in every movement on purpose.　　


After hearing Zhang Zian's footsteps, it turned its head and grinned at him silently.　　
Zhang Zian pointed at the desk, then picked up the laptop and put it on the desk. He then adjusted the chair to the maximum height, and added a cushion. He asked Pi to sit in the swivel chair, then took another chair next to it for himself.　
The height was perfect. Pi was sitting in it comfortably. It pointed at the screen to show something to Zhang Zian. It typed in English: "I want to learn Chinese."　　
This line of English words were typed among a string of numbers. Yet compared to the time at the library, the numbers were much fewer. Although it was still awkward to read, it was less tiresome for the eyes.　　
Learning Chinese?　　
Zhang Zian stopped for a moment, extended his arms, and replied by typing in English: "Why?"　　
Pi clearly wanted to learn to type in Chinese.  It was much harder than speaking and reading Chinese. For a westerner, switching from an alphabetical Indo-European language to a pictograph Sino-Tibetan language was extremely difficult to do.　 
Pi typed on the screen: "Because Chinese is everywhere."　　
It pointed to the functional buttons in Word, then at the variety of books on the desk. Both the words on the buttons and on the book ridges were Chinese, with very few in English.　　
If Pi wanted to live a long time in the pet shop, or in China, it would be very difficult and inconvenient if it didn't know Chinese at all.　　
Zhang Zian nodded and typed: "I get it. How do you plan to learn? Can you learn from your book?"　　
Pi shook its head and typed: "There is no Chinese in the book."　
Zhang Zian thought the book contained everything in the world. He was surprised to find out about this.　
Pi noticed Zhang Zian's confusion, then typed: "The book is full of knowledge."　
All right. He finally knew something about this book. It was a book about life, universe and everything. But maybe it was written in English without any Chinese. So Pi couldn't use it as a textbook for Chinese. 

Zhang Zian thought about it and typed: "You don't know Chinese, but you can understand me talking?"　　
Pi responded: "I know Pinyin. I can hear."　
What the heck? The book had Pinyin but no Chinese characters?　　
Zhang Zian encouraged it: "If you know Pinyin, it will be fast to learn Chinese. I can help you."　　
Pi cheered up and typed: "Thank you. The book taught about how to learn Chinese fast."　　
Next, Zhang Zian found a lot of free Chinese lessons online, and asked Pi to study with the videos.　
Pi was very focused when studying. It could stare at the screen and sit in front of the computer for hours, while referring to the nameless book with the videos. Zhang Zian had to remind it to get up and move around. Only then it would stand up.　 
After the pet shop business, Zhang Zian played hide-and-seek with Galaxy, finished the daily training with Zhan Tian and Famous in the green field, and spent most of the remaining time with Pi, offering help. For instance, choosing an easy-to-use Chinese input software for it was how he helped. 　 
Maybe because it knew Pinyin already, or the learning methods in the nameless book were very effective, or the Chinese input software was intelligent, that a sentence could be accurately entered by typing the first letter of each word. Or maybe it was because Pi was an elfin born of Strength of Faith. It was impossible to predict it with common sense. Anyway, Pi was learning Chinese extremely fast and progressing at a miraculous speed. It was able to type some simple Chinese sentences within a day. By the second day, it was able to express itself in Chinese, although there were numbers and wrong characters mixed in the sentences, and some grammatical errors that would make people laugh. But it was making solid progress. 
The grammatical issues were hard to solve, as the Chinese grammar was too complicated. When the same word was placed in different places within a sentence, the meaning of the entire sentence could be completely different. Also, identical sentences could have completely different meanings depending on the context. 　 
Zhang Zian found some old newspapers for Pi and asked it to type out the news from them. The newspaper wording was very formal, clear and coherent. After mastering the written language, it would not be too hard to study the spoken language then.　　

Pi was tireless once it started studying. It could not leave the pet shop, and Zhang Zian was the only person it had contact with. Unfortunately, Zhang Zian often needed to tend to the customers during the day, and could not stay around it all the time.　　
When learning a language, the most important thing was to immerse oneself in the language through the daily conversations and interactions. Unlike the other elfins, Pi could not speak, and nobody else was able to communicate with it except Zhang Zian. Pi's progress in learning Chinese soon hit a bottleneck. For the same reason, Pi felt lonely, and often appeared low-spirited.　 
Zhang Zian noticed the same. But he couldn't duplicate himself. He had to handle the customers as well the elfins, which didn't leave him much time with Pi.　
He wanted to find a way to make Pi less lonely.　　



1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

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