Sorry if the words don't match, because I'm still learning English

sorry because I dropped this novel, when I read this original novel I knew that I was going the wrong way, so I dropped this novel and made another if I had the chance.

English is not my first or second language. I am still learning since 2010...

Yu Zhe said, "From what you said earlier, I'm guessing that he probably misunderstood you as a rich missy from an influential family who ordered the school to fire the security guard because you were displeased with him.
Mu Xiaoxiao nodded. "I get it now…"
Yu Zhe's face showed some amusement as he said, "Actually, this isn't the first time I've seen something like this. There was once a student who annoyed Young Master Jie and was expelled. It's a world where the weak are preyed on by the strong — there's no one to blame but yourself if you are the weak one."
Upon hearing this, Mu Xiaoxiao paused.
"Yin Shaojie he… has so much influence? He caused someone to be expelled from just a casual remark?"
Didn't Yu Zhe just say that the students of this school were rich and influential too?
When Yu Zhe mentioned Yin Shaojie, his attitude changed as though he was filled with admiration. "Of course! Young Master Jie is extremely influential in this school. His father is the school director of Shangde, so it's as if Shangde is owned by his family. That's why it's natural that he can do whatever he wants."
Mu Xiaoxiao was speechless.
She had not known that Shangde was operated by the Yin family.
No wonder Yin Shaojie could run amok in school and treat the girls here as his personal harem. However, she had to admit that his face was also a reason why he could do so. 
She reached a sort of conclusion internally.
It was likely that the security guard had been fired because Yin Shaojie was trying to stand up for her.
Even though she had no intention of retaliating against the guard, he had suffered because of her actions.
Thus, she felt that she was responsible no matter what.
She slapped the table, her eyes filled with determination. "I know what to do already!"
Yu Zhe asked curiously, "What are you going to do?"
Suddenly, they felt the air around them stiffen. Looking around at their classmates, they realized that everyone staring at them. 
It was only then that Mu Xiaoxiao registered the teacher's presence behind Yu Zhe, who staring at the two of them with rage in his eyes.
Coincidentally, it was the English teacher again.
Awkwardly, she laughed and said, "Good morning teacher… is class starting now?"
Actually, it had already been ten minutes into class!
The English teacher tightened his jaw. He was in a dilemma — last time, he had lost face to Mu Xiaoxiao and realized just how good her English was. He couldn't scold her on the lines of getting bad results from not listening in class, could he?
With Mu Xiaoxiao's proficiency in English, it didn't matter if she listened to his lectures in class or not.
After deliberating for a while, he finally coughed. Knocking his rod on Mu Xiaoxiao's desk, he put on an air of an imposing teacher and said severely, "Mu Xiaoxiao, I know that your English is good, but you can't talk and disrupt the learning of other students while we're having class. Be more mindful next time. If not, don't blame me for making you stand as punishment, understood? 
"Understood. I'm sorry; I promise I won't do it again."
Mu Xiaoxiao did not become angry and apologized politely.
Because she was so engrossed in her conversation with Yu Zhe, she hadn't noticed that class had already started.
The teacher did not dare to reprimand Yu Zhe, and it was as if he did not know that he was an accomplice. Turning around, he made his way back to the lectern.
Yu Zhe flashed a glance at Mu Xiaoxiao. "See, the teacher only dares to bully you. No matter how much I disrupt the class, he will pretend that nothing has happened," he said.
Mu Xiaoxiao didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. In a ridiculing tone, she said, "Student Yu Zhe, is disrupting the learning of other classmates something that you should be so proud of?"
She pushed his head away as she said that.
"Enough, listen attentively in class."
After class, she sped towards the Year Three's school block to find Lu Yichen.


As childhood sweethearts, they were made to engage under the manipulations of their families. It involved having to to live in the same room and sleep together.

One night, she is accidentally made drunk, and in his delirium, he kisses her only to realize he enjoys it. From time to time, he would sneak a kiss on her, but his “crime” is eventually discovered in an accident. After being accused by her, he says with a smile, “You are my wife, why can’t I kiss you?”

The two people’s daily routine is full of bickering and mutual discrediting of each other.

Although he claims to disparage, he actually cares intensely about her. He feels crazily jealous when she is close to other men, to the point of tying her to his side, so that she becomes exclusively his.

Tags: Campus Love, Childhood Sweethearts, Pampering Romance

If not for the sake of being together with Brother Zhai, Qiao Nan's life could, in fact, be very carefree and happy.
"Qiao Nan has better tolerance of stress than you. It's clear from your auntie's matter that she's actually very quick-witted and agile in handling problems. She's quite a bright young lady. The Zhai family is very blessed to be able to meet such an intelligent lady. Unfortunately, you're not a man." 
It was fine that his daughter was not intelligent enough. Unfortunately, his daughter could not 'kidnap' the intelligent lady from another family.
Shi Qing pulled a long face. "How do you know I definitely won't be able to kidnap a bright and intelligent son-in-law back?!" She was a girl. Of course, she could not be together with Qiao Nan. But she could find a husband that was similar to Qiao Nan! Would that not do?
"Is that so? Then, I shall wait and see. Your emotional intelligence is a little low. Find me a son-in-law who's better in emotional intelligence. Then, our Shi family will be able to burn incense and thank our ancestors. When the time comes, if the other party is also an only child, you will then give birth to two children and one of the children will take our surname. Then, our Shi family will really have someone to carry on the family line."
Why was there a need for a son? Would this not do as well?
Shi Qing tugged the corners of her lips. "You're happy about this. Will grandpa and grandma be pleased?" The child given birth by their granddaughter was not the real paternal great-grandchild!
"I'll acknowledge the grandchild. I'm happy to do so!" Shi Peng did not even wish to talk about the situation of the Shi family. "Alright, Qiao Nan has already gone back. You should go back soon too. One is marked by the company one keeps. I hope you will be influenced by Qiao Nan and improve your emotional intelligence. I can't be vicious to you but Qiao Nan can. In the future, regardless of whether Qiao Nan's advice to you sounds good or not, you have to reflect on them carefully. Don't reject everything because of your bad temper. With that bad temper of yours, besides Qiao Nan, most likely, I can't find you another friend who can subdue you."
Shi Peng understood her daughter very well.
If Qiao Nan's grades were not better than his daughter, and the way Qiao Nan handled situations was many times more mature than her, his daughter would have raised a rumpus. His daughter listened to Qiao Nan now as the latter was better than her in everything. She was thus subdued.
At the thought of his daughter's intelligence and physical strength, Shi Peng was, in fact, most worried whether he could really find a son-in-law.
It was not easy for a talent such as Qiao Nan to appear. For another similar individual to appear, and it had to be a man, it was simply searching for a needle in the sea.
Even if he could not be a paternal grandfather, it was fine if he could be a maternal one.
Previously, Zhai Sheng was a suitable candidate. Now that Zhai Sheng belonged to Qiao Nan, Shi Peng started to feel worried for his daughter.
After Qiao Nan finished memorizing one-fifth of the Oxford Dictionary, her 'teaching career' in the army was also coming to an end. "Okay, this is my last lesson with you, so let's cherish our final class."
The two sentences in English spoken by Qiao Nan stunned the audience for a moment. They could not understand most of the words. Nevertheless, Qiao Nan had taught the word 'last' before. Hence, everyone knew the meaning of that word.
There was also once when Qiao Nan taught everyone to daringly try to guess the meaning of the sentence based on the standalone words that they had learned so far.
In addition, Qiao Nan had been teaching in the army for some time. Hence, everyone could quickly guess what this sentence possibly meant. "Teacher Xiao Qiao, you're leaving?"
"Yes, the army's event is about to come to an end."
"Then, what do we do if we wish to continue learning English? Actually, what we've learned is very, very little…"
"Yes…" If Teacher Xiao Qiao was gone, they would forget everything that they had learned if they did not practice it for some time. It had not been easy for them to pick up English. What should they do?
"After all, we've known each other for half a month. I have something to give you." Qiao Nan was happy. She had only taught them for less than a month and the soldiers' reactions were really adorable. She remembered that she did not even feel so worried and sad when she graduated from elementary school. "Due to time and resources constraints, I didn't prepare a lot of gifts. They are handmade and definitely not expensive. I know that some of you are very interested in learning English but lack the opportunities to do so. Some of you want to learn not just how to pronounce but also to pronounce accurately. Hence, a few days ago, I've sent something to all your company commanders in the army, a set of alphabet cards and a cassette on pronunciation which I recorded on my own. There are many people in the army. With the help of my friends and the counselor, I only managed to produce a few sets. There was not enough to go around. Everyone, please share them."
"Of course, those who are interested can also prepare your own materials during the learning opportunities organized by the company commander. It's just a set of alphabet cards. The gift is very simple. I hope everyone doesn't mind."
"Don't mind."
"Teacher Xiao Qiao, you gave us something. We don't have anything for you."
"Yes, we should be the one giving you something. Why did you give things to us instead?"
At this juncture, many people felt sad and unhappy. There was a feeling in their heart that they could not express clearly in words.
Everyone recalled the first lesson when no one seemed to look up at this Teacher Xiao Qiao who looked petite, skinny, and weak. They even thought that the army was joking with them, asking in their heart why they invited a child to teach them the English language.
Unexpectedly, the half a month that was initially believed to be boring and hard to pass by was actually over without them even realizing it. 
Most importantly, everyone knew that although this gift of Qiao Nan was not costly, the thoughts in it were more precious than gold. Even money could not buy it.
Having been soldiers for many years, besides family members, they rarely felt so touched by such sincerity from outsiders.
This group of big and tall grown-up men was so touched by the words as well as the sincere and thoughtful gift of Qiao Nan. They were so dumbfounded that they could not utter a word for some time.
Nevertheless, they did not know that they were not the only ones who were touched. Qiao Nan also felt the same way.
She had only given them some handmade and cheap alphabet cards and these already made the receiving party so touched. This was completely different from the culture in the 21st century, the timeline she came from, which was full of material desires.
When Qiao Nan, who was used to being treated indifferently, saw the soldiers who were so easily contented, her eyes turned slightly red and she almost cried. "Today is my last lesson. We've maintained a happy atmosphere for such a long time. I hope it will not be an exception today. Let's work toward having a happy ending."
"Teacher Xiao Qiao, you really can't stay for a longer period of time?" someone asked with a sullen voice. "A student's summer vacation should be about two months, right?"


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!"

Some of the authors on Webnovels were inspired to write their own stories after reading the works of famous authors. Perhaps some of them believed that they could do a better job. Some of them ran out of things to read, so they decided to write the "story" that they want to read. While others… just want to write a story that they think will be popular to the readers.

Ironically, the stories that they had written also inspired other readers to write their own stories as well. Hopefully, this cycle will never end. So that the future generations will be able to read new and exciting stories that will show them a world filled with sword, magic, cultivation, and Lo--

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Xandarx: There's a reason for them to be famous as they have their style

Zenith: lol.

Xandarx: You can see it from their work, it's true. Like their character has embedded into the book. This is what make them different I think.

Zenith: I know. But not everyone is as great as you show them to be. They learn from their previous works While we are still struggling to finish one.

Xandarx: Yeah, I know.

Zenith: They move on and get better that's where the difference lies. If you see any CN author who made it big, you can see that they had their share of experience before getting there, or for that matter, any author in the Western world.

Murakami: Not necessarily publishing houses only accept works they think will sell.

Zenith: The ones who get it big the first time are rare.

Murakami: So you might not see how they built up to their debut novel. Authors can have 15-20 scrapped novels b4 they debut, and the public don't get to read a single one.

Reili: Yikes.

Xandarx: Yeah.

Zenith: That doesn't make the author lose his experience of writing those scrapped novels that's the point I was making.

Murakami: But it also means that it's more like hit and miss.

Reili: True because they don't get the feedback from fans.

Murakami: They get limited feedback from an agent/editor who doesn't want to read their work.

Zenith: Yeah, but it surely is better than nothing.

Murakami: And they're left with a bunch of abstract and vague advice that they have no idea how to implement.

Reili: If they don't enjoy it, the feedback won't be as insightful.

Zenith: They can learn from their mistakes from reading their own works.

Reili: Well…

Zenith: If possible, from platforms.

Murakami: If they knew how to do that they'd fix it and publish it.

Reili: It would make the process easier if someone who enjoys the book to give them better feedback.

Zenith: It's called rewriting from scratch, and it takes a tonne of time if the author feels more interested in some other idea of his, he would do that.

Reili: I suppose so since the author being inspired will bring his book along.

VKBoy: If the ones giving review are professional editors, then they don't necessarily have to have read your work with immersion because their suggestions will still likely cover the basic flaws that amateurish writers usually make.

Reili: Point taken.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: @VKBoy if they spot those errors they'll put down the manuscript after the first page

Reili: Then again, its a little bit like movie critics. They may hate the movie, but fans love it.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: And then send a reply saying, "Don't send in another manuscript until you learn how to write properly."

Zenith: Professionals in the said field prefer not taking risks. Especially in movies, but books, you can keep trying.

VKBoy: Well, if there are errors in the first page itself, that's a whole different thing, lol.

Reili: True.

Murakami: No, but a good editor can tell the writing quality from just the first page even if you've crafted it perfectly, they can just tell that the rest will be shit.

Reili: You have to also take into account of one punch man. The original comic looks terrible, but the redraw made it amazing.

Zenith: That's smartness of the creator.

VKBoy: Well, in one punch man's case, it got attention from the companies after it got popular in the online communities.

Reili: So a persons writing and grammar may be terrible, but with a little editing, the story itself could be amazing.

Zenith: You can let the editor do the Shi*t and focus on your story, It works.

Overlord Venus: Yeah, solo leveling is a good example. The story is bland.

Reili: But it would also help if the author re-reads the edit to make sure the essence of their story is still there.

HavenlyJeep: Essence and core backbone.

Zenith: @Reili It depends on what the author wants, and how much work he is willing to put in.

Reili: @Zenith true.

VKBoy: Of course, some editors just butcher the style of the author.

Reili: Same but honestly I just use Grammarly and the read aloud function in word to make sure the chapter makes sense.

Zenith: You can learn about writing, grammar, editing if you truly want. It is just the question of, would you?

Reili: I'm more into thinking up ideas and writing them than editing.

VKBoy: Editing is also writing, mate. Rewriting is where real writing lies.

Zenith: It's a skill in writing a story, but your choice.

Reili: Point taken.

Murakami: You can't be a writer without being an editor.

Zenith: Editing it yourself can help you keep the heart of the story.

Reili: That being said, the more I write, the better my basic grammar became.

Zenith: You will keep the feels right.

Reili: Editing is now part of the process.

Zenith: And not make it just sound or look better, you give what the story wants
And that is a great thing.

Reili: Creative freedom.

Zenith: I want to learn grammar and revise what I learned.

VKBoy: @Zenith Learning grammar will take years, so take it slow and steady. That way, memories stick with you for longer times.

Reili: I do read mtl sometimes since I can't wait for chaps, but then I find myself reading in broken English and must stop.

Murakami: I'd like to correct that statement VKBoy. Learning grammar is easy
learning "usage" is hard.

VKBoy: lol, if you read mtl, your IQ drops. Believe me, this can affect a person's writing skill in the long run.

Reili: Definitely, which is why I stopped.

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Author's Notes

I'm sure you've read this a few times in the previous chapters, but I had been reading MTL chapters for the past few years. I usually read "Completed" stories, and most of them are around 2-4k chapters each. Of course, I read the translated chapters first. After I reach the latest translated chapter, I will immediately jump to *cough* Google Translate.

Yeah~ I know. Reading chapters through Google Translate was the most…epic mistake I did in the past. I've finished World Defying Dan God, Battle Through the Heavens uhh…and a few more novels using Google Translate.

In the later years, I discovered lnmtl.com, which gave me a better translation (at least the names of the characters are not written like Cloud Che instead of Yun Che (Against the Gods). 

To be perfectly honest, If I didn't start writing, I would have continued to read these machine translated chapters even now. Reading MTL works if English is not your first language.

This is something that those with English as their main language will scoff at. However, for those who just want to read. As in reading something without worrying about anything else, then they won't care even if it's a machine translated chapter. As long as they will be able to read the NEXT chapter, then it's all good.

This is also the reason why I admire translators. If not for them, these stories that we are not aware of will not be able to grace us with their presence. I would like to thank the translators of my favorite novels like Lord of Mysteries, Release that Witch, Against the Gods, Cultivation Chatgroup, Second Coming of Avarice, and so many other titles that I won't be able to list here.

To my beloved readers, if there will come a time when you feel like writing a story of your own and you're reading machine translated chapters, please stop now. I'm saying this for your own good. 

I understand how you feel. Believe me I do, but for the sake of the story you're going to write in the future, heed my advice. Stop now, while you still have the chance. Learning how to write from scratch with broken English is a painful process.

Then again, if you find an editor who is a masochist, consider yourself lucky. Let them clean up your mess for you, so you can focus on writing your story, and learn the art of writing while you write.

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School ended peacefully. I stayed behind for a while until Micheal went home.

While waiting for his mother, we were chatting with each other as we're playing with the toy car I recently received.

"Just now, everyone was shocked that you score perfectly in math! Did you actually start studying!"

"Um yeah! I felt that I need to stop messing around."

"I see... that's how you could answer Miss Fitri smoothly despite that she asked you to explain everything."

"Vroom. Vroom."

Micheal added the sound effect, he was really enjoying it.

As for me... It felt weird. Even though I'm a child and was supposed to enjoy it, I don't think I could.

To avoid any misunderstanding from Micheal, deep in my mind, I treated it as If I'm playing with a kid.

"Let's stop bullying. You should also stop."

Because I said it out of nowhere, Micheal stopped his vrooming.

"Also, no more internet cafe. You should attend your tuition well."

"Okay, I'll stop bullying and attend my tuition."

Micheal replied to me in a robotic manner. He looked very unhappy. Did I make a mistake?

Anyway, I manage said it, this should stop him from running away from his tuition just to accompany me to play computer games at an internet cafe.

Again, it's my fault that he became like this, I need to be responsible for my actions.

"Andy... Are we not friends anymore?"

He looked at me with teary eyes and it surprised me. The everyday-cheerful Micheal was about to cry.

"I feel like you are avoiding me."

Only after hearing what Micheal was trying to say, I finally understood why he became sad.

"O-of course, we're still friends. Obviously not in this lifetime will I avoid you. You're my best friend!"

I quickly tried to clear up this weird situation by reassuring him that we're still best friends.

"It's just that, I don't want you to worry your family as I did. So, instead of bullying others together, we will be studying together from now on!"

"If you want, I could also teach you! I'm pretty smart if I try hard. I even score perfectly in the math test. Later on, not just the math test, in the upcoming final exams of the end of the semester. I will also score everything perfectly."

I boasted how brilliant I am to Micheal. With this, if his mother allows me to teach Micheal, then I'll teach him with my best effort, not only about school but also proper ethics.

That is if... his mother agrees which I doubt will happen.

"Un! I will tell my mother!"

Micheal cheerfully nodded his head fervently.

A few minutes later, his mother arrived, she came and fetch him home. While doing so she gave a look of contempt as though she was saying, 

'Disgusting.'

I didn't care too much about it. It's normal for her to react like that as I'm the one that made Micheal do bad things.

"Bye!"

"Bye!"

Now that I'm the only one left in the school, I should head back home.

Arriving home, I took off my shoes and walked in.

"I'm back."

For some reason, I uttered those words yesterday when I got home too and I didn't even notice it.

Standing outside I asked myself, Was it the current self or past self?

Somehow, despite that, I'm very old inside, I felt young at the same time.

I start to suspect that I'm affected by the multi-personality disorder.

Or maybe we merged together already?

Is that why I remember many things even though I should've forgotten them?

"Welcome back!"

Hearing the familiar voice, I was petrified for a second.

Why is Mervin home at this time?

Shouldn't he be working at this moment?

I walked in only to see there are two people, not only Mervin was home, Father was home too.

Both of them took a day off today but for what reason?

"Um, I-I'll go do my homework."

I drop my bag on the sofa where my father was sitting and ran back into my room.

Why did I get flustered?

Again, it's not me.

It's the current me.

Seeing them being home, he was extremely happy.

Ah, why did I left my bag on the sofa?

I awkwardly went outside to get my bag and return as quickly as I could.

In the next few hours, I spent them on reading textbooks. I almost finished everything and if I wanted to study more I would have to wait till I reach fifth grade.

"The dinner's is ready!"

It's 5 P.M and Mervin has finally finished cooking tonight's dinner.

I put down my textbook and quickly head outside.

It's been a while I smell the fragrant aroma and its kind of distracting me from reading.

On the table, I can see fried chicken, vegetables, and eggs being served.

It's a feast! Was today dad's or brother's birthday?

I don't think so...

It's not mine either.

Truthfully, It's not exactly Mervin's idea to cook these, it was Lee's idea.

To Lee, today was a special occasion, His son, Andy finally becomes a little bit sensible and obedient. More importantly, he's diligently studying. Of course, he wanted to celebrate it.

Closing the television of his favorite channel with the remote control, Lee sat at the table and eat with his family.

Usually, he would bring his food to the sofa and eat it there while watching television but since everyone gathered today he didn't want to ruin this special occasion.

Three of us ate quietly but happily.

Our family barely talked with each other, but that doesn't mean that we're not that close.

It just that we didn't use mouth to communicate especially while we're eating.

Eating while talking is rude, which is why we don't usually talk while eating. We give each other food, fetching a chicken a drop it at their plate. That is how we show our warmth.

After dinner, I took a bath and then sat down on the sofa with my father for a little while. Only after that, I went to sleep as it was quite late already.

Today was a great day...

I wonder how tomorrow will turn out.

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The next morning arrived, I was dragged by Mervin to the table again.

I guess being dragged every morning wasn't that bad.

I didn't need to walk and I will magically arrive at the table.

As usual, after breakfast, my brother left to work and I go to school by myself.

The school day starts again.

Arriving at school, without hesitation, I approached Kervin even though he's being surrounded by the girls.

I have made up my mind! I won't hesitate anymore!

"I deeply apologized for everything that I've done to you."

I bowed deeply at Kervin and apologized.

Afterward, I returned to my seat as though nothing happened.

This was something I should've done earlier but for some reason... I'm not feeling well after doing that.

Inside my mind, the young me asked myself.

'Why did I apologize?'

It seems that the young me wasn't willing to forgive Kervin yet.

But why?

I didn't think too much about it as the class was about to start soon.

The girls started gossiping with each other about my sudden weird action.

"What made Andy apologize?"

"Creepy."

Ding-Dong*

The class started.

It was Mr.Ridwan's class, as expected of him, his class wasn't that boring.

Despite knowing everything already, he always has something new to tell the students that are not from the textbook.

I start to like him a lot, as a student.

The next class was the most boring of all, it's English, taught by a peculiar looking teacher named, Mr.Robin.

His face looked very similar to western people despite he's from Indonesia. Even his name sounded very English.

Looking back, the most interesting class would be the English Class as learning English allows me to communicate with other people for the games that I played.

At that time, the English subject easily became the only subject that I'm interested in and best at.

Now, I'm learning it again, it became the most boring class. 

I mean, right now we're talking about toys, fruits, and vegetable names in English.

Sigh*

"Andy, you look bored. How about answering question number five for me?"

Mr.Robin speaks with English slowly and carefully hoping that I could understand him. He even used hand gestures to help me.

Question number five...

[Carl ____ reading storybooks.]

See this kind of question... What's the fun?!

While I was complaining of how easy the subject was, Mr.Robin was expecting me to answer him.

'...As if he could understand what I'm saying. What am I thinking?'

As Mr.Robin wanted to speak again but this time in Bahasa Indonesia, before he could, I already answered his question.

"Carl is reading storybooks."

'Eh? He understood what I said?'

"Can you explain why did you answer 'is' instead of 'are' or 'am'?"

I'll just explain it in the simplest term to not create any suspicion.

"Carl is a boy, which means that the 'subject' in this sentence is a 'He', so the proper 'To Be', that needs to be used in this sentence is obviously an 'is'."

'What?!!?'

'He answered my question again! This time in his own sentence and everything was in English!'

Mr.Robin was a peculiar one, he didn't know that I'm the worst child in the class so he didn't suspect a thing of why I could answer his question.

After all under proper guidance no matter how young, a kid should be able to understand his basic questions.

I guess he won't know since in his eyes I always paid attention in his class but today, I didn't because I'm not that kid anymore.

"Excellent Job!"

"Mr.Andy, I didn't know that you're English was this good before!"

...

...

Only at this moment, I realized I screwed up.

I wanted to facepalm myself but currently, everyone is looking at me. It would be weird if I facepalm right now.

I just spoke a full English sentence which probably understood by Mr.Robin himself. I bet that even the smartest kid, Kervin, didn't understand fully what I'm saying.

'What's with him!?'

'Why did he suddenly became this good in English?'

'I should be able to understand him but he spoke too fast.'

'Is this why he apologized just now?'

'It was to declare that he would take the number one spot from me?'

Kervin misunderstood Andy's good intentions and create a bigger hatred between him and Kervin.

Right now, he wished that he could also boast his English but he can't. He admits his loss this time, it's the truth he's not as good as Andy in English but he should be able to defeat him in other subjects, right?

The class soon ended, it was finally break-time.

When the class ended many approached Andy for the first time, they were very impressed by Andy's English. 

Within these few days, Andy was attracting other students more than ever. He always correctly answer the teacher's questions and today he could even answer Mr.Robin's question!

Right now, they can't hold back anymore. They want to talk to Andy.

"Andy! Where did you study English, I want to follow you. Maybe my English could be as good as you."

"Yeah, tell us! Also, your maths tuition, Who's teaching you? I need to meet the teacher, to be able to turn you into this good, he should be able to teach me too."

"What do you mean by that? Andy was very smart. It just that he didn't want to show it to others."

What should I reply to them?

They looked very excited and I can't satisfy them with simply 'I study them myself.' can I?

Oh! I know! That should work!

"My big brother! He taught me everything."

"You have a brother?! Can you teach ask him to teach us too?"

"Yeah, We'll pay for the tuition fees."

Now that they said that, I can reply with this.

"My brother is busy so it'll be hard to teach you guys. The only time he's available was at night."

Kids can't stay up late, so they won't be able to attend his night tuition. Well, if it exist in the first place. Anyway, this final answer will settle everything for me.

"Aw... What a shame..."

"How lucky to have a smart brother."

"Yeah, it's so nice. I don't have a brother or sister, I'm the oldest one."

"Um, we should go and eat. The time is quite short."

Each of them agreed, the group dispersed and went to the canteen to eat.

With this, I'm finally freed from them and was able to meet with Micheal.

"Woah, you became popular!"

"Stop joking. They're just curious about why I could speak English."

"Hahaha, Andy is shy!"

Technology and Science have come a long way. 

Finally, in the year 20XX people successfully created Immersive VR-MMORPG. A technology that takes you to another world, allowing an individual to experience a second-life.

Unfortunately, Andy Lee, who participated in creating the masterpiece technology, didn't get to enjoy it.

Before the technology was perfected, he died of a heart attack.

Being devastated by the fact he didn't get to fulfill his dream, he was given a second chance.

Miraculously, he traveled back to his primary school days.

This time, he won't slack. He will live his life to the fullest unlike before.

His mission in this life was obvious, that is to fast-forward the development of technology and science.

All of the efforts were only to achieve his dream, to play VR-MMORPG in his life.

For the past few days, Evelyn was quite busy in learning to read and write a new language. The language's equivalent to an alphabet is closer to English rather than Japanese. However, the pronunciation and wording of the language are, strangely, more so closer to Japanese than English. With two letters in combination, they would produce a sound and with multiple of those letters put together, it would eventually form words or sentences. Though foreign, Evelyn tried her hardest to try and learn it as quick as possible; though going at the pace that she was at, it may be a good month or two before she would be proficient enough to read without any problems. Dianne, the smart one of the group, had quickly given her a foundation into learning the language and then took off after she had felt Evelyn had caught on. At that point, Dianne felt that Evelyn only needed practice before she could finally read and write.

Evelyn was not alone in learning it though, all three of her creations also sat down with her and tried learning to read and write as well. Alice, which was predictable, fought fussily and refused to try and learn to read and write. In the end, Evelyn had forced her to learn at least the letters and she would learn the rest at a later date. Asahi and Tsukiko had no problem. They were easily making headway into understanding and memorizing the letters and sentence structure. Both of them learned just as fast, if not faster, as Evelyn did.

It was not until the third day since the three had arrived here that they came back to their home. They were able to somehow live out there and come back relatively unharmed; after all, excluding the two snow goblins, the rest of the monsters are relatively harmless. Their appearance still the same except their faces showing that they were haggard.

"Lady Evelyn, would it be alright if I ask you for a favor?"

Dianne, who Evelyn viewed more favorably, asks her a question. Confusion apparent through her expression; Evelyn wonders what they could ask for.

"That is, is there a way that you can help us resolve our transportation issue?"

"Transportation? What do you mean by transportation? Did you walk all the way over from the capital?"

If so, Evelyn thought it is a bit foolish and weird to walk all that way just to come to her dungeon; the distance between her supposed dungeon's location and the capital is no laughing matter.

"No, it is not that but I fear we will not be able to bring everything back," Dianne explains. "With the matter of your request, it is best if we could somehow increase our earnings when we go back."

The matter that Dianne is talking about was Evelyn's thirst for books and scriptures. With more written contents, Evelyn thought for sure that her reading and writing proficiency would increase. The only demerit is that books were costly. With no method to print out books, the people could only resort to handwriting every copy of a book. Likewise, since the technology to mass print is not available, making paper is also an expensive commodity. Even inside the Adventurer's Guild, they would use clay tablets to write requests and hang them onto the quest board for adventurers to receive. The demand for paper exceeds the availability of itself.

Evelyn thought it through and then brought out the system. Going straight into the shop section, she looks up the price of wagons. The affordable ones were in the price ranges of 10DP to 200DP. Different materials, the size, and also design of the wagons are reflected in their prices.

"Though I could provide another wagon, who is going to pull the wagon back?"

"Uh, we were also hoping if you could somehow provide them as well.

Dianne's face blushes and turns slightly red from their shameful request. The embarrassment from asking Evelyn these requests is too much for Dianne alone to bear. Even Leonard and Linda behind her could only awkwardly shift around and scratch their heads at Dianne asking on all of their behests.

"I understand," Evelyn sighs. "I will also provide you with what is needed to pull the wagon."

In the end, Evelyn spent a little over 200DP purchasing what they needed. One wagon and two workhorses. The wagon is of low-key design. Its appearance looks no different from what a normal wagon would look like. However, it is made from a more sturdier species of tree known as Ferric Oakwood. The wood processed from them contained the hardness and resilience of iron but flexibility of normal wood. It's purchasing price is 110DP. The two workhorses were reddish-brown, and the hair on their crests are long and ebony in color. The contour of their head and set of beautiful black eyes made them look quite noble in appearance.

"Are these Ember horses?"

Dianne speaks after seeing the whole spectacle of them appearing out of thin air right in front of them. All three of them could not believe what had just happened just a few moments ago. All of them are bedazzled and also puzzled how they came to be.

"That is correct. They are considered Ember horses."

"Amazing..." Dianne mutters. "We just got some top tier breeds of horses just to pull the wagon."

Dianne becomes even more amazed after Evelyn confirmed her question. Sturdy, hardy and also pretty powerful. Legends had depicted Ember horses being able to run three days and nights at top speed without even needing to rest. Of course, the legends were exaggerating their abilities by a lot. Nonetheless, they were still considered one of the favorite breeds of horses.

"Is that enough?"

"Y, Yes! It is quite enough!" Dianne stumbles out of her reverie. "Thank you for all the trouble Lady Evelyn."

"It is not a problem," Evelyn assures her. "If you have any other needs, tell me and I will see what I can do."

"Thank you!"

The three leads the horses away along with them pulling the wagon. Evelyn watches their figures disappear behind the snowy hills. Evelyn soon reenters her home, continuing learning to read and write.

Having died in his previous life, Evelyn finds himself in another world. He also finds out that he has transitioned from a boy to a girl.

A message and a gift from an unknown sender; he becomes a dungeon lord. Often detached from the realities around him, he readily accepts it.

Creating a dungeon for himself and only himself. Though solitude is what he often seeks, quite the opposite is what happens and what he really needs.

The incident passed quietly. Huang Qunsheng got up early the next morning, and after having woken Huang Xuan up, he started packing. He would go to Sao Paulo University as a visiting scholar. For the sake of safety, Huang Xuan had to follow his father.
Xihuang Industrial Company found them a small villa, which was about 300 square meters, less than two km away from the university. If they got up early in the morning, they could even walk there. Huang Qunsheng loved the surroundings and took it readily. Huang Xuan didn’t have much say in this kind of issue. He would have to audit classes at Foreign Language Academy of Sao Paulo University and spend three hours per day learning from a tutor, whose name was Da Silva, Huang Qunsheng’s interpreter offered by Xihuang Industrial Company before a better candidate appeared. Da Silva was over 30, a person of mixed blood between Chinese and Brazilian, who spoke bad Chinese but interpreted Portuguese correctly.
The official language of Brazil is Portuguese. However, because it is geographically far from Portugal and because of years of political and cultural influence, Portuguese dictionaries aren’t of much use here. Brazilians usually could speak basic Spanish but didn’t speak English well. Certainly, even if every Brazilian could speak English fluently, it wouldn’t help Hung Xuan much. Rolin could be the interpreter, but considering the distance, he was too cheap to speak. According to him, “Saving energy is superior to communicating.” Huang Xuan’s father could only speak English and a little Latin, and often had difficulty talking with Brazilians. Luckily, the staff of Sao Paulo University spoke good English and could communicate with Huang Qunsheng freely.
Regarding the language, Zhang Xinyi couldn’t do much either but hoped that Huang Qunsheng could spend some time educating Huang Xuan. As to the result, the past 15 years spoke for themselves.
Rolin was working hard to translate materials, but since his energy supply totally depended on Huang Xuan, the domestic supply couldn’t meet the base’s increasing needs anymore. To transmit energy to the base from Brazil, the base had to be moved. Whether or not it was worth it was a major question.
Brazil’s nuclear power was developed, but it was state-owned. On the other hand, it was the world’s biggest bioenergy producer, mainly in biodiesel and ethanol fuel. It produced 2.1 billion L of ethanol fuel every year. When this number was translated, Huang Xuan seemed to have heard Rolin swallow his saliva.
“Actually, I do not only consume electricity,” said Rolin.
Huang Xuan was tempted by the number too, but it was like at home right now. His mom had told him to watch more and talk less. He looked at the materials on the computer and couldn’t make his decision. “Rolin, what about me buying out another energy-consuming enterprise like an aluminum factory?” he pried.
“It’ll do.” Rolin didn’t show much enthusiasm. “In one week or so, the base will have enough energy to be upgraded to level 21. Then it will daily consume 500,000 kWh of energy, which requires not only a steady energy channel but also an adequate supply. Otherwise, it won’t be necessary to move the base.”
“How can it be unnecessary? I need your help,” Huang Xuan thought. However, according to the industrial electricity cost at home, 500,000 kWh would cost ¥300,000, which meant nine million per month. Although he had 200 million dollars right now, the operating rights belonged to his parents. All he could dispose of was just about one million.
Thinking this, he sighed. Half a month ago, he had had ten million, but now he had been demoted by one grade. He was afraid that he would be in debt in a few days. 
“Rolin, the auction of ancient books is in the next few days, isn’t it?” Thinking of what he had got at the last auction, Huang Xuan felt his needs for the auction had become a lot stronger.
“In three days.”
“Then contact Liu Ziqing for me. Even if I can’t be on the spot, I want to hear about it.”
“OK.” Rolin had become more and more civil as Huang Xuan gave him more and more energy. The mention of killing never happened again. Privately, Huang Xuan thought it was not only related to authority but also due to priority. Of course, he was just guessing.
Soon, Liu Ziqing was on the phone. Huang Xuan skipped the courtesy and asked directly, “Mr. Liu, how’s the preparation for the auction going?”
“We’ve invited about 150 customers. Most of them are wealthy enough to vie for your articles.” He then congratulated him by saying, “I’ve heard that you have gone to Brazil to study. Will you come back for the auction?”
Naturally, going to Brazil to study was just an excuse. Huang Xuan could at most be called a visitor. He smiled and replied, “I won’t, but I need a favor.”
“Sure. Go ahead, please.”
“It’s about the currency. As you know, I am in Brazil now and, of course, use reals and dollars in my daily life. Therefore, I hope you can convert the money into US dollars and wire it into my account.”
Liu Ziqing hesitated. It was troublesome to exchange ten million RMB into US dollars. However, he considered it for only a few seconds and then said with a smile, “No problem. But since it isn’t stipulated in the contract, I need to ask my company for instructions. Besides, the time of payment will be delayed.”
“OK,” Huang Xuan responded. “Five million RMB shall be deposited into my domestic account; the rest shall all be exchanged for US dollars or reals. If it is too much trouble, you can directly wire RMB into my account. As to the specific account information and terms of payment, I will notify you some other time.”
“No worries,” Liu Ziqing agreed repeatedly. Although Huang Xuan had said that RMB was also acceptable, as an auction house in fierce competition, Sothebys wouldn’t throw its customers into inconvenience.
The talked ended as it was time for Huang Xuan to have the Portuguese class. Da Silva was a responsible teacher. It would be more precise to say that he was a Brazilian who was happy to teach somebody. Judging from the speed at which he talked, it would be fair to say that he made good use of every minute of the three hours.
Huang Xuan was a beginner while Da Silva could only be counted as a Brazilian who studied Chinese. More importantly, Huang Xuan wasn’t interested at all. He just stood there miserably. Watching Da Silva’s mouth moving, he said in a voice nearly inaudible, “Rolin, is there any way that I can speak Portuguese at once? I barely know any English. It’s unbelievable to make me study another language.”
“There’s no way,” Rolin answered seriously.
“You have to know Portuguese even when you are buying a pack of tissues,” Huang Xuan said resignedly. “Can you help me? How about ten million kWh of electricity? Don’t you have some kind of technology from tens of thousands of years later? Did you need to learn a new language when you traveled to another space and time before?”
Evidently, Rolin loved the terms Huang Xuan had put forward, but he still answered honestly, “The base doesn’t have the function of assisting in studying until level 21, and even if it does, the learning will still take a long time. In addition, I suggest you learn the language well, which helps a lot during plane travels.”
Hearing the words “take a long time”, Huang Xuan was bored and said, “What’s the use? You can translate anyway.”
“There’re some things I don’t understand and only humans can. When that happens, you will lose a lot of opportunities.”
“Whatever.” Huang Xuan didn’t care.
Da Silva, who was teaching happily, didn’t notice his only student was absent-minded. Huang Xuan was staring at the textbook on the desk in a daze when Rolin said, “Huang Xuan, are you interested in traveling to another plane?”
This was the third time Rolin had invited Huang Xuan. Every time Huang Xuan had refused before, which wasn’t strange because, after the freshness, the unadventurous Huang Xuan would rather watch a boring movie or gossip than go to a territory beyond his cognitive ability.
If he hadn’t been sent to Brazil, he would have lost interest in Rolin. The properties under his name had been more than 200 million dollars, which would make him on some kind of fortune list at home. He was satisfied with his life. There was no point traveling to another plane.
He hesitated, looked at Da Silva who was talking excitedly, and then whispered, “You know, I can’t go back now. And didn’t you say that the base couldn’t be moved right now?”
“Plane travel can be done without moving the base,” Rolin answered Huang Xuan’s question with some contempt. Then he raised his voice and continued, “but it will consume more energy. The age of planes is all about energy! Energy!” If it had been before, Rolin would have minded the loss of energy, but now he understood that only by opening the channels could the needs be met.
Huang Xuan covered his forehead with his hand. “Sh! Whatever!”
Seeing that Huang Xuan finally had some interest in traveling to another plane, Rolin became excited and said right away, “To get ready, we need the equivalent, a warehouse, energy…”




Many people felt frustrated by the lack of knowledge after time travel.

Many took their laptops with them during time travel and fell into an awkward situation with deficient electricity.

Many others took the troops with them and found that there were only logistics of 19th century.

Countless predecessors had died on the way, numerous on the land of another world. 

A large number of people had achieved both success and fame after time travel, but failed to find the way back home. 

Do you still regret not remembering the formula of glass?
Are you still confused about the ingredients of gunpowder?
Are you still trying to perfect the shape of mirrors?

Nowadays, a lot of colleges and universities are rushing about, looking for sponsorship; many institutions are drifting along the wave of bank notes; a host of experts’ and professors’ subjects have been brought to a halt  because they are short of funds.

There is a solution to every problem.
...



Although Old Mr. Wen found it a pity that such an expensive vase had been broken, he did not say anything else. However, he gave Old Mrs. Wen a lashing for taking matters into her own hands and giving Mo Yunyao's belonging to Xia Ruya.
Old Mrs. Wen did not defend herself since she knew that she was at fault.
Wen Xinya still remembered the expression on Xia Ruya's face. It was as if web-like structures and cracks began to form in a mirror. She looked extremely hideous, grotesque and awful… 
Wen Xinya felt that it was not that unbearable to live under the same roof as Xia Ruya.
She was no longer the angst and easily-agitated Wen Xinya that she used to be in her previous lifetime. Xia Ruya's scheming tricks and attempts to provoke her were not going to pose a threat to her.
Wen Xinya had been in high spirits lately and passed her tests with flying colors, thus giving her lots of confidence for the upcoming final year examinations. She did not have to worry about the preparations for her coming-of-age ceremony either. Thanks to her competent subordinates, her career had been going on rather successfully too. Hence, she decided to use her spare time to pick up Russian. Not only did she enroll herself into Russian tuition classes, but she had also even downloaded Russian songs on her mobile phone. She also began watching Russian movies which depicted World War II, instead of her favorite Chinese historical television dramas.
Wen Xinya sat on the carpet and munched on some snacks while watching an old Russian Movie. She kept her eyes fixed on the Chinese subtitles while trying to learn how to pronounce Russian words.
"Are you learning Russian?" Si Yiyan asked, listening to her mimic the Russian actors like a parrot. He was incredibly amused by her, too distracted to even read his documents.
Wen Xinya threw her Russian beginner's textbook aside and groused angrily. "I'm not going to learn anymore. I don't want to learn anymore. Russian is way too difficult and the pronunciation is too complicated."
Although she had good memory skills and could memorize everything easily within a short amount of time, she lacked talent in picking up new languages. During her English lessons, she did better in theoretical knowledge compared to dictation. Fortunately, dictation only made up 20% of the total score of the English paper of her examination. Otherwise, her final grades would definitely be pulled down by the English subject.
In her previous lifetime, she was not fluent in English at all.
Hence, she decided to blame it on the complicated theory of genetics and never once admitted that it was a problem of hers.
After all, her mother still had to bring a translator along when she went to England for an interview with a fashion magazine, despite being intelligent and brainy. On the other hand, her respectable maternal grandfather would also frown at the sight of English books.
Si Yiyan smiled alluringly and said, "Forget it if you don't wish to learn any more then. However, it takes a lot of time and energy to pick up a new language, regardless of what it may be."
Although he could guess how frustrated she was with learning Russian… he was too embarrassed to tell her that talent was of the utmost importance when picking up a new language.
"I was just picking it up casually. I'll learn whatever I can," said Wen Xinya, who then picked up the textbook again. Russian could be considered Si Yiyan's second mother tongue which he would speak in almost all the time, except when he was with Wen Xinya. Hence, she wanted to master the Russian language and understand his world.
However, Si Yiyan understood what her intentions were and grabbed the textbook from her hands. After browsing through it casually, he threw it into the rubbish bin and said, "Such a lousy Russian textbook. It's not going to help you learn Russian at all."
Wen Xinya's eyes lit up and she thought to herself, So I've been failing to learn the basic pronunciations even after trying for several days, because of how lousy the textbook is and not because of my lack of talent. 
Si Yiyan pulled her into his arms and said smilingly, "There's an easier way for you to learn Russian!"
Wen Xinya held Si Yiyan's hand and said, "What is it? Hurry and tell me. It's too difficult to learn Russian. The pronunciations are too complicated."
Si Yiyan smiled mysteriously and said, "Right before you!"
"Are you going to teach me?" asked Wen Xinya, who realized that Russian was Si Yiyan's second mother tongue and hence, he would definitely be proficient in it.
Si Yiyan kissed her lips gently and said, "Of course I can teach you, but not for free…" He then continued suggestively, "I'm taking into account our relationship, so I'll make an exception this time and let you make up for it with your body. Once every lesson…"
Wen Xinya blushed red and glared at him before caving in to his intense gaze. "Si Yiyan, you're too despicable. Shameless, gangster, lecher! You're full of lustful thoughts. If I…" She lowered her voice and continued, "If I still can't master Russian even after having paid for my school fees, wouldn't I be at a loss?"
She had no confident in herself at all.
Si Yiyan grinned widely and said, "If you can't learn it well, I'll return it to you. Twice… every lesson!"
Wen Xinya's eyes widened in shock and she glared at him again. "You… you're too shameless!"
Si Yiyan chuckled and said, "So… do you want to learn from me or not? This is an extremely rare opportunity. Although I can't guarantee that you'll be able to make it your second Mother tongue, it won't be a problem for you to speak it well."
Wen Xinya glared at Si Yiyan and turned as pale as a tomato. Gritting her teeth, she gave in to temptation and answered, "Fine, I'll learn. What's there to be afraid of?"
She suddenly realized that she would be his after she turned eighteen. It wouldn't matter how many times they did it then… 
Finding her actions to be extremely adorable, a warm and fuzzy feeling filled Si Yiyan's heart and he said, "We'll start now then!"
"Wait a minute!" Wen Xinya sprung up from the carpet and grabbed her bag that was sitting on the couch. She then retrieved a journal and pen that she would often bring around with her.
Si Yiyan stared at the journal and pen in her hands.
Wen Xinya made a stroke on the journal and said, "I must take notes, lest you go back on your word and abuse your authority."
She could not help but be reminded of the time when Si Yiyan brought her to an auction on a cruise in Nantong. She had gambled with Si Yiyan then and made a huge loss. She still owed Si Yiyan a lot.
"Baby, you're too lovable." Si Yiyan then pinned Wen Xinya beneath him and began smooching her passionately.


Originally born from a wealthy family, she ends up leading a vagrant life for fifteen years. However, when she is eventually found by her family, she falls into another devious plot and eventually dies tragically. 

Fifteen years after her rebirth, ravenously raging for revenge, she tears down the hypocritical mask of the foster daughter who had taken her place, and reduces her greedy stepmother and stepsister back to their original sorry states. 

To the jerk's profession of his deep love for her, she only has one thing to say, "Get the hell out of my life. The love you speak of humiliates love!" 

Regardless of the appearances of you monsters, I’ll take in it my stride with my capability, building a business dynasty of my own, sitting in the depths of my riches, bathing in the glistening limelight of the world. 

A certain rich empire's CEO: "Don't mind me. I'm just leaving my mark here to declaring my possession rights; I’ll wait patiently for you to grow up!" The queen's mighty return with commercial warfare fully within her grasp, she navigates the power struggles with skill and verve. When it comes to scheming conspiracies, all she has to say is, "Who are you again? Don’t even bother!"

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