Just some stuff i have i wrote. Its just short essays for school.

"Go ahead." Qiao Dongliang smiled widely at Qiao Nan.
Qiao Zijin, who was not too pleased, pouted when she saw how Qiao Dongliang smiled affectionately at Qiao Nan. 
She knew that the reason behind her father's change in attitude towards Qiao Nan was that she gave Zhu Baoguo tuition and in a way, helped her father to repay the debt of gratitude towards Grandpa Lee.
She could do it as well.
"Dad, I have no more pens left, I will get one from Nan Nan's room."
Ever since the decrease in her monthly allowance and the money that she spent on her dance costume, Qiao Zijin was more careful in her spending, she could no longer stock up on pens or buy new stationery.
If there was not a real need, she would not buy new stuff.
Now that she had no more pens, she would just "borrow" a few pens from Qiao Nan. But there was no way that she was going to return them. 
Qiao Zijin opened Qiao Nan's bag and made it a point to empty the contents.
Qiao Nan had a total of three pens. Their designs were shabby and they all looked the same. It was not the type of pens that she used to buy. Qiao Zijin grunted and grabbed one of the new pens.
"Oh?" Qiao Zijin chanced upon one of Qiao Nan's books. There were millions of words on it. Qiao Zijin took a closer look at one of the pages. At one glance she realized that it was an essay. Qiao Zijin had never seen or heard this essay before. 
Qiao Zijin might not be good at writing essays, but she could tell if it was well written or not. 
Qiao Zijin thought for a while and twitched her lips. She not only took one of Qiao Nan's pens, she also tore off the page with the essay. 
In order not to be discovered by Qiao Nan, Qiao Zijin tore off the empty page connecting to the essay page as well. She made sure to tear it off nicely so that Qiao Nan would not realize it in an instant. With that, she took the two items and left Qiao Nan's room.
By the time Qiao Nan returned to her room from her bath, she saw that her bag was being opened and the contents were scattered all over the room.
Qiao Zijin was the only one in the house who was capable of this.
If it was her mother, she would rather throw the bag away than wasting her efforts to search through it.
"Nan Nan, you sister came into your room just now to get a pen from you." Qiao Dongliang came at the moment to notify Qiao Nan.
Qiao Dongliang could not help but frown when he saw the contents of the bag being scattered all around. "Your sister is so insensible. It was just a pen, did she have to make such a mess? Nan Nan, you would have to tidy up later."
"Oh." Qiao Nan could not think of anything to say.
Her father knew that it was wrong of Qiao Zijin to do this, yet he could only make such a remark. What made Qiao Nan speechless was that he could say this to her, but he would not utter a word to Qiao Zijin. 
Qiao Nan knew that Qiao Dongliang was only paying lip service. He did not really mean it. So she gave her response absentmindedly.
In the previous life, after Qiao Zijin committed adultery and left the marriage without any maintenance or marital compensation, she blamed her divorce with Chen Jun entirely on Qiao Nan. Besides her mother who pampered her, her father was also responsible for this temperament of hers.
Qiao Nan could only tidy up the mess that Qiao Zijin made and put them in the study room.
During dinnertime, Qiao Nan did not notice that Qiao Zijin kept stealing furtive glances at her. It was only when Qiao Zijin was sure that Qiao Nan did not think anything was amiss, that she settled down to eat.
"Qiao Nan, Teacher Lee wanted to see you in the office." On Monday at school, Zhao Yu passed the message to Qiao Nan in disgruntlement. 
"Thank you." Even though Zhao Yu was merely relaying message for Teacher Lee, Qiao Nan was still polite to Zhao Yu. Qiao Nan did what she had to do.
Zhao Yu sat down in her chair, puffing in anger. Her good friend leaned in and asked, "Why would Teacher Lee ask Qiao Nan to go to the office?" Everything except to reprimand her. 
Even if Teacher Lee was not satisfied with Qiao Nan's results, Qiao Nan scored 92 points for her mid-term exams. Teacher Lee might be dissatisfied, but it was only because the teacher had high expectations of Qiao Nan.
Not everyone would be able to score 90 points and above for Chinese in junior high school.
"Teacher Lee said that there is a essay competition in the province and would like Qiao Nan to participate."
"What about you, you are the representative of the Chinese subject." It made no sense that Qiao Nan could participate while Zhao Yu could not.
"Of course I would participate." Zhao Yu arched her eyebrows. "This is only the preliminary round, the school will hold a selection to cut down to five participants. I am one of the five participants."
"I thought the students can just participate in the essay competition directly?"
"Of course not, this is the province essay competition after all." But there were five slots, her essays were pretty well written. It could not be wrong, she was definitely one of the five participants. 
"You must work hard, we have lost out to Qiao Nan in terms of results, we must squash her in the essay competition no matter what. Zhao Yu, you can do it!"
"I have to, let's wait and see." Her friend was egging her on and Zhao Yu was so boastful and arrogant. Zhou Lei could not help but laugh at them.
Like Zhao Yu said, Teacher Lee asked to see Qiao Nan with regards to the essay competition.
Teacher Lee and all the teachers in the Chinese team knew that given Qiao Nan's standard, if she did not participate in the essay competition, there was no one else who would be qualified enough to participate.
"Teacher Lee, can I not participate in the competition? You should know my results, I have a lot of knowledge points to revise, it would take up too much of my time to participate in the competition."
One had to go through one round of selection in school and then proceeded to take part in the province competition, all these rounds would take up too much time.
Even when she tutored Zhu Baoguo during the weekend, Qiao Nan spent most of the time doing her own revision.
Qiao Nan did not want to waste more of her time.
"Qiao Nan, I would recommend you to take part in the competition. If you manage to get a prize, it would add points to your middle school exams." Teacher Lee knew that Qiao Nan was most concerned about the exams and used that to persuade Qiao Nan.
Qiao Nan was so concerned about not wasting her time so that she could revise, it was all for the sake of doing well in the middle school exams.
She believed that Qiao Nan would take up the offer if she knew that it would add points to the exams.
"But I would have to go through one round of selection in school." Qiao Nan frowned. "After selecting the five students, we would still need to go for essay training?"
"This… let's do it this way, I will try to make special arrangements for you. You do not need to sit for the preliminary rounds and you do not need to go for essay training as well. You will skip all these and just participate in the province competition. What do you think?" Teacher Lee adjusted the spectacles and said in a steadfast tone.
Teacher Lee was confident that these arrangements were feasible.
There was no need for Qiao Nan to go for the preliminary rounds. She could just use any two essays of her recent Chinese exams to participate, she would definitely be able to secure one of the five slots.
To put it bluntly, Teacher Lee knew that it had been decided that Qiao Nan would be one of the five participants.
Even if she agreed to Qiao Nan's request of not participating in the competition, the other teachers in the Chinese team would not agree to it.


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!"

Fatty had known He Jichen since elementary school. When He Jichen "established himself" during the first year of middle school, Fatty was always unwaveringly loyal by his side.
After all these years, Fatty had never seen He Jichen treat a woman this well. Oh, correction, he's never looked a woman in the eyes.
Ji Yi was the first, and Fatty knew she would be the last.
No matter how many years passed, if someone asked how a man should treat a woman, Fatty would think of the way Chen Ge treated Ji Yi. He had never seen a man so devoted to a woman in his life.
Fatty thought it was enough for He Jichen to get all the guys to protect Ji Yi to "put on a show" for her at the Happy Internet Cafe. Later, he learned this was just the start.
A week passed after the incident with Sun Zhang. From the first year of middle school, no one had ever seen He Jichen read a textbook, write essays or take his studies seriously like he did now.
As He Jichen's desk mate, Fatty thought He Jichen was just doing everything for show, but after weeks passed and He Jichen scored in the top one hundred on the mid-term exam, Fatty realized Chen Ge wasn't playing. He was serious.
Fatty asked He Jichen, "Chen Ge, now that you're Yizhong's Laoda, are you trying to fit in with all of Yizhong's nerds?"
As He Jichen flipped through his math book, he flatly replied Fatty with a "No."
No? Then why are you studying so hard? Before Fatty could ask, He Jichen said, "I want to help someone."
"Help someone? Help who?"
He Jichen didn't answer.
At the time, Fatty didn't know any better. He didn't understand that everything He Jichen did was for the woman "Ji Yi", so he kept pestering He Jichen. He Jichen eventually smacked the back of Fatty's head with the book to make him shut his mouth.
He Jichen was smart. When he took his studies seriously, his scores skyrocketed. At the end-of-term exam, he managed to make it into the top twenty of his year, compared to Ji Yi's fifth place.
After the first term of their first year of high school ended, everybody was on winter break. When Chinese New Year was over, everyone welcomed the second term of school.
After starting school again, besides focusing on his studies, He Jichen took it upon himself to study the key points of every subject.
Fatty felt that He Jichen was going overboard, so he mumbled to himself, "You already know everything, Chen Ge. Why are you tormenting yourself over these key points? Are you trying to help me? I can study everything about picking up girls, but I can't study for school..."
He Jichen looked unfazed as he continued to read the textbook and highlight important points, but his mind pondered what Fatty said.
Who am I tormenting myself over these key points for? Do I need to ask? The person I want to help is Ji Yi...
It was the first year of high school. The only reason he did this was because when he came back home one day, he accidentally overheard Ji Yi complain to He Yuguang, "Yuguang gege, I think senior high's curriculum is so hard..."


Time stopped at eighteen for Ji Yi, and now all she wants to do is pick up from where she left off. Her career depends on it, and on top of that, she has to survive a fake marriage turned real! Some missed opportunities are irreplaceable, and some misunderstandings between them have proven near-fatal, but for He Jichen, he isn’t just a pretty face—he’s an opportunist. They may have lost their prime years together, but He Jichen is more than willing to spend his remaining years with her. If only she would just trust him… Will Ji Yi be able to find true love in this life? Can she outmaneuver all the snakes plotting her downfall? Only time will tell...

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.

Everyone looked at the glass of the coffee shop. Sure enough, they saw a familiar woman sitting elegantly Then, she picked up a cup of unknown beverage and drank it one mouthful after another. Although her eyes were also looking in their direction, she didn't seem to be looking at them, because she didn't have any reaction at all!
Mu Zilin opened his mouth slightly. "Damn it, it's really her. She's here, why aren't you answering my calls? "
He stormed into the coffee shop and arrived in front of Qian Shuishui's seat. Shui Shui felt a figure appear and turned her head to look. There was a hint of confusion in her eyes. She had no idea who it was. Mu Zilin saw her stunned expression and grimaced. "What do you mean? Why aren't you answering my calls? "
Qian Shuishui blinked her eyes and quickly looked for this person in her memory. Oh, she found him. This person and her original body had been in the same class since grade one until grade three. They could be considered childhood sweethearts. She didn't know what to say. "Long Time no see. Do you want to sit down and have a cup of coffee? "
"What are you drinking? Tell me, are you avoiding me? " Mu Zilin questioned Qian Shuishui. She still had time to drink coffee here Then, she ate dessert. Did she know that he was worried and kept calling her.
Qian Shuishui drank the last mouthful of coffee and gently pulled up the fine strands of hair beside her ear. "Um, I didn't bring my phone. "
"F * Ck, you didn't bring your phone with you? I don't believe it! " Mu Zilin knew that Qian Shuishui couldn't leave her phone Previously, she forgot to bring her phone and went home to get it without saying a word. Moreover, once her phone ran out of battery, she had to find a place to charge it. And today, for the first time, she didn't wear makeup. Her delicate and cute face was exposed. Although it wasn't bad, he felt that something was wrong.
He was still a child after all, so he couldn't feel the change in Shui Shui Shui's temperament from the inside out.
The impetuous aura disappeared, and it was more quiet and peaceful.
Shui Shui observed the child. Although he was angry, he just stared at Shui Shui, wanting her to give him an explanation.
"You really didn't bring me along, Zi Lin. Then, to show my apology, shall I treat you to a meal? " According to her memory, the two of them liked to treat each other to a meal. They often went to KTV, and sometimes they would go to watch others race in the middle of the night. She did not like this lifestyle, but these children were rebellious during puberty. In her memory, he was a very loyal child So, she didn't hate him.
"Okay! But there are still them. You'll treat them to KTV at night. " Mu Zilin decided on one sentence and didn't give Shui Shui a chance to refute.
Shui Shui looked at the group of people. They were also very familiar with each other. She laughed dryly. Anyway, she could understand them. It was much better to experience them personally than those vague memories. "Sure. "
The others also went up to Shui Shui and asked, "teacher said that you have a fever and asked for a month's leave. We were worried to death. "
"It's fine. Thank you for your concern. " Although she was imitating Shui Shui, she could not always act according to the original owner's behavior.
It was almost noon. They began to discuss where to eat. Since Shui Shui was treating, they chatted without any scruples.
They left the coffee shop. Mu Zilin and Shui Shui walked side by side. Mu Zilin suddenly said, "Shui Shui, which high school do you plan to attend? "
"High School? Let's see which one is more convenient. " Shui Shui wanted to find a convenient place. Moreover, it was not difficult for her to attend high school.
However, Mu Zilin misunderstood and thought that she had given up. "Let's go to eleventh high school together. The management there is more lax. We can get in if we pay. "
"Eleventh High School? That seems a bit far. I think first high school or Third High School is not bad. The geographical location is also convenient. " In Shui Shui's memory, these two locations were not bad. Moreover, there were school districts and apartments nearby. It was also very safe.
"first high school and Third High School, not bad. Ah? First High School and Third High School? Are you kidding? These are all key high schools. Their scores are all above 600. Are you crazy? You can't even get in if you spend money. " Mu Zilin stopped He stared at Shui Shui in surprise, but Shui Shui did not seem to be joking.
"there are still three months before the middle school exam, and everything is unpredictable, isn't it? " Shui Shui would not guarantee that she could get in, as her liberal arts was not very good. It was mainly the composition and history of the language. The rest could be memorized and understood, and there was no problem at all.
The original body was ignorant and had no knowledge at all in its mind. At the same time, the history here was slightly different from the history of her previous life, so she had to learn it again. Finally, there was the essay. The discussion paper was okay, but if there were other types of essays, then there was nothing she could do. She remembered that there was a teacher who evaluated her essay back then, and she had no feelings at all.
"Are you serious? " Mu Zilin confirmed again. He found that Shui Shui was a little different. was she stimulated by something? He really wanted to pry open her head to see.
"In the next three months, I plan to consolidate my weak subjects. " Shui Shui was thinking about the humanities.
Mu Zilin thought to himself, you and I don't have any good subjects. Can you get up in three months This was too fake. However, he couldn't say anything to discourage Shui Shui because Shui Shui was too abnormal today.
They came to a high-level Japanese restaurant. There were five people. Everyone found a big seat and sat down.
"Oh my, Qian Shuishui, you're here to eat too? " A deliberately smiling voice sounded behind them.
Qian Shuishui slowly turned her head and the others looked over as well. Mu Zilin didn't look and called out his name, "Lin Xin, don't look for trouble. Do you own this restaurant? We're not here to eat? "
"I didn't say that. I was just curious when I saw you guys here. Didn't you say Shui Shui Shui was sick How can I still have time to eat with you guys It's almost the middle school exams, and you guys are still so lazy. When the time comes, will your family have to spend money to buy a school again?"Lin Xin came with the other two girls Lin Xin had an arrogant look on her face.
Shui Shui knew this person. He was the top student in the class. His family background was quite good, but he wasn't on good terms with Shui Shui Shui because Shui Shui had snatched this person's boyfriend before. In fact, this wasn't considered stealing. This Lin Xin's boyfriend was interested in Shui Shui Just when he was dating Lin Xin, he still wanted to kick Shui Shui. Although Shui Shui was a little mixed up, she wasn't stupid. However, her personality was a little bad, so she hung on to Lin Xin's boyfriend.
"Watch your mouth. I'm not some other guy who says he won't hit a girl! " Mu Zilin stood up and smiled wickedly as he walked over step by step.
Lin Xin took a few steps back. "As expected, it doesn't make sense. Then you guys can continue to be trash. When the time comes, I'll definitely laugh at you guys. "
After she said that, she quickly left.
Mu Zilin's face darkened. Just as he was about to throw something, Shui Shui grabbed his wrist tightly.
This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy. Please do not reprint it!


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

Author's Note: Wishing that all readers of this work will be able to enjoy a relationship like this. Hope you'll have the time of your lives, and live with affection. Wishing you all to be eternally happy, blissful, a life filled with pleasure, and to good health.

It was summer. Cicadas were singing and the sun was shining through the window onto Xie Meng's face. He could not help but raise his hand to block the sun, and the back of his shirt completely soaked.

Swaying, the bus halted at the bus stop. Following the crowd, Xie Meng squeezed his way down the bus. He frowned and wiped the sweat off his face, and made his way to the school gate in the scorching sun.

On the first day of school at W High, a festive red banner was hung across the school gate. On it was an old-fashioned message, "Today I'm Proud of W High, Tomorrow W High will be Proud of Me!" As a school that was not considered to be top-tiered, the quality of W High's teaching staff was not to be very diverse. As such, the enrolment numbers of new students were poor. There were only six classes in total for the first years, and each class had about forty students. Even on the first day of school, the campus did not seem very lively.

As there were only six classes, they were not divided in any specific manner. Xie Meng found his name and student number under Class Three's roster. When he entered the classroom, he found that many people were already there.

W High did not have an affiliated middle school. Most of the students here had either done badly in the high school entrance examinations or had poor grades in middle school. There were even a few girls with light makeup on, and they were looking curiously at Xie Meng.

No air-conditioning was available in the classroom. Sweat was dripping down Xie Meng's face, and his shirt was sticking to his body. His fair neck looked radiant in the light.

The whispers from the back row grew louder. As Xie Meng wiped his sweat, he took a seat. With his newly cut fringe, his eyes looked black and bright.

"Hey, Classmate." A petite girl came up to him. "What's your name?"

Xie Meng looked up, again wiping his sweat.

"I'm Wu Xiaomei." The girl stuck her hand out, tilting her head adorably. "How about you?"

Xie Meng hesitated for a moment. He wiped his sweaty hand on his pants, then shook Wu Xiaomei's hand. "Xie Meng."

"I graduated from Q Middle School." She pointed at the group of people at the back row. "They're from L Middle School, and only Mimi is from the same school as me." The girl referred to as Mimi was a little shy, from her seat, she smiled at the two of them.

Xie Meng was silent for a while before he slowly said, "I'm from S Middle School."

"S Middle School?" Wu Xiaomei was surprised. "That's the best middle school in the province. I remember that it has an affiliated high school. Isn't that also the top school in the province?"

Xie Meng gave an imprecise acknowledgment. Wu Xiaomei studied him and was about to continue asking, but had to give up with the successive arrival of more new students.

"Would you like to sit with us?" Wu Xiaomei invited warmly. "The teacher isn't here yet."

As soon as she finished speaking, a fat man looking like the Maitreya Buddha walked in. With a booming voice, he laughed, "Who said I wasn't here yet? Quick, go take your seats."

Wu Xiaomei pouted a little and returned to her seat reluctantly. Although there were still a few students absent, Maitreya could not wait any longer and started giving them their seating arrangement.

"Oh, a little handsome boy." Maitreya called out. "You'll sit in the middle. What's your name?"

"Xie Meng." He brought his bag over.

Maitreya glanced at him. "I remember you. Your score was very high, you only needed a couple more points for direct enrolment in S High."

Xie Meng shook his head, "I didn't do my best."

Maitreya patted his shoulder, "A person sometimes accidentally misses a step in life. Continue working hard, don't be discouraged."

Xie Meng nodded and said earnestly, "Thank you, Teacher."

Maitreya was buoyant, repeating "no need to thank me", he directed the rest of the students to their seats.

"Wu Xiaomei!" Maitreya was so loud that he gave people a shock. "Don't always think of sitting next to a handsome boy! No puppy love allowed!"

Wu Xiaomei replied impatiently, "Who's thinking of puppy love! Can't I have some eye candy?"

The rest of the students burst out laughing. Everyone was well-intentioned, and no one jeered. Xie Meng smiled as well. Wu Xiaomei blushed as she looked at him, playfully sticking her tongue out.

Xie Meng followed a few other boys to collect his school books and uniform. The books were very very heavy, and a few trips had to be made to collect them all. On his nth trip, Xie Meng came back to find a few boys blocking the doorway.

Maitreya seemed to be scolding someone, but his tone was not strict, "Be a better student! You're late for the first day of school!"

Then, he added, "You dyed your hair? Get rid of it by tomorrow!"

Xie Meng squeezed his way between two boys in the back row with an "excuse me", and the boy standing in front turned to look at him.

"I was born with this hair colour." The boy turned his head back very quickly. Tugging at his fringe, he spoke lazily, "Teacher, if I dye it black, that'll be actual dyeing."

Brought to agner, Maitreya rolled up the class list and smack the boy's head with it, "Acting like a rascal, in what way do you look like a student?!"

Even after getting hit, the boy was not angry. With a rakish smile, he spoke to the person next to him then looked for a place to sit. When Xie Meng was going to make another trip for the books, he stood up as well.

"I'm Ji Qinyang." The boy placed his hand on the corner of the table and introduced himself casually. He tilted his head to look at Xie Meng. With a smile on his face, he was very good looking.

"… Xie Meng." He paused before he said his name. Ji Qinyang nodded, mumbling to himself, he repeated Xie Meng's name.

Without thinking about it, Xie Meng looked up at him, and the other person smiled at him.

Someone came from behind and placed his hand on Ji Qinyang's shoulder. He seemed to be very popular, and soon became one with the rest of the boys in the class. Xie Meng followed behind them, as they walked through the corridor, the wind blew in through the windows, and the blue curtains fluttered. Xie Meng stopped, he turned his head and shut his eyes, enjoying the cool summer breeze upon his face.

Military training began the next day. The schedule that was originally spread across three days was all compressed within a day. Lining up in formation, marching, standing at rest, within half a day, many students could not handle it.

Taking off his cap, Xie Meng went to wash his face, his fringe sticking to his forehead due to his sweat. Splashing his face with a couple of handfuls of water, as he was fanning his collar, he suddenly heard a loud whistle coming from the field.

The instructor happened to be playing basketball with several boys, and Ji Qinyang was one of them.

The boy was tall, and when he jumped up, his dark brown hair seemed to glow under the sun. Skilfully, he dribbled the ball past his opponent, and with a yell he shot the ball into the net.

Xie Meng looked at that bright smile, and silently replaced the cap back on his head.

Only when the lunch break ended were Ji Qinyang and his group of friends willing to come back. They were sweaty, looking as though they were steaming with heat. Just as Xie Meng was bending over to refill the water dispenser, he turned around to see Ji Qinyang behind him.

"Let me help you." With a smile, the boy rolled up his sleeves. The sweat on his face had dripped to his neck. Just standing next to him, Xie Meng could feel the heat exuding off him.

They worked together and replaced the bulky bottle for the water dispenser. Xie Meng thanked him, then walked off alone with the empty bottle. When he returned, he saw Ji Qinyang talking to the boy next to him.

"You seem to know Xie Meng quite well?" The boy asked without any malice.

Ji Qinyang did not reply, shaking his head as he drank his water.

"People from S Middle School are very impressive. Not many people in the entire class would dare to take the initiative to talk to him."

Ji Qiyang smiled with a cock of his eyebrow, "What an exaggeration."

The boy punched him lightly, "He's good at studies, and proud."

"So what." Ji Qinyang spoke indifferently. "He's now in the same school as us."

Xie Meng leaned against the door, only entering the classroom when they finished their conversation. When he walked past Ji Qinyang, he was sprawled across his table, and no one knew if he was asleep or not.

Most of the girls were already awake. Wu Xiaomei crept over to Xie Meng and poked him on his shoulder. Putting her hands around her mouth, she spoke mysteriously, "This Ji Qinyang is very famous in our school."

Xie Meng was a little curious, and just like her, he replied in a low voice. "He's from your school?"

Wu Xiaomei nodded. Under the boy's gaze, her face reddened a little. Mustering up her courage, she started gossiping, "He only focuses on certain subjects, and he had won prizes with his chinese essays before. He can play many instruments… I heard that after school, he would go to that kind of places to play, but I don't know if it's true or not…"

"That kind of places?" Xie Meng could not help repeating. "What kind of places?"

Wu Xiaomei looked a little evasive, she hesitated. "It's not any place good…"

Xie Meng blinked.

Wu Xiaomei hurriedly continued, "I've also only heard it from others. It may not be true."

"Oh."

Wu Xiaomei might have felt that she spoke a little too much, she gave an embarrassed dry laugh. The two of them spoke a little more, only separating when the instructor came in.

The afternoon was a repeat of the morning. However, the boys now had an additional activity, crawling forward. Twenty over boys were divided into two groups, and a few instructors set up the rope nets across the grounds. After a few practices, they were going to be timed, and the slowest group had to do a round of frog jumps around the field.

Xie Meng was the leader of the first group, and Ji Qinyang was the leader of the second one. The instructor suggested for them to decide the order with an arm-wrestling match, whoever who lost would crawl first.

Xie Meng pushed up his sleeves. Despite being in the sun for so long, his skin was still very fair. However, it did not look delicate, the lines of his arms had a youthful gracefulness to them. Ji Qinyang was already seated at the table, raising his arm with a smile on his face.

The both of them clasped their hands together. Ji Qinyang's body temperature was a little higher, his palm was dry and warm. Xie Meng was lost in his thoughts, by the time he regained his wits, his hand had already been forced halfway down.

Enthusiastic cheers erupted around them.

Ji Qinyang was very strong, having gained the advantage, he tried forcing Xie Meng's wrist down, but it was not as easy as he thought it would be.

The back of Xie Meng's hand always maintained a safe distance from the table. He did not tremble, and his hand remained steady. Ji Qinyang raised his brow, with steady amusement, he looked at the person across him, and realised that Xie Meng was frowning at him.

Their eyes met, then Xie Meng suddenly relaxed. In the eyes of others, it looked like Ji Qinyang had successfully forced Xie Meng's hand down, but only Ji Qinyang knew that it was the other person who had decided to put his own hand down.

Ji Qinyang did not express any special joy or displeasure after winning. He smiled cheerfully and patted Xie Meng's shoulder. "Thanks bro."

Xie Meng replied politely, "You're welcome."

In this moment, they probably would not have thought that in the years to come, arm-wrestling would become the best way for them to resolve their differences. Winning or losing did not matter, as most of the time, winning was not dependent on strength, just like how Xie Meng purposely lost to Ji Qinyang today.

Because, in their lives, winning or losing was not the only thing that was important anymore.

That day, the collective timing of Ji Qinyang's group was two seconds slower than Xie Meng's group. With cheeky grins, the youths did their frog jumps around the field. The rays of the setting sun shone across the red running tracks, and the shadows crept along slowly. Due to the long distance, Ji Qinyang's face was blurry, but Xie Meng knew that he was definitely still smiling.

There was no reason for it, that was just how he thought it would be.

After the military training, their studies became more intense. The interactions between Xie Meng and Ji Qinyang were like raindrops falling into a lake, after a few ripples, they faded to nothing. Other than being in the same classroom, listening to the same teachers, completing the same homework, and being classmates, they did not have any other things in common.

In the eyes of the teachers, Xie Meng was a model gifted student. He was calm and restrained, and even a little boring. He was not talkative, and the only person close to him was a boy called Zhang Ganggang, and the only reason for that was because their desks were next to each other.

At the beginning, Zhang Ganggang was a little intimidated by Xie Meng. Thinking that the other had graduated from S Middle School, his results were great, and he looked very aloof, he would definitely look down on him. However, after interacting with him, he realised that that was not the case at all.

Xie Meng was very gentle.

Although it was a little sissy to use gentle to describe a boy, but Zhang Ganggang felt that no one was more suitable than Xie Meng to be described as gentle.

Just like a pretty hard candy, so pretty that people were reluctant to eat it. Finally, after putting it in their mouth, they would feel that it was sweet, and then after biting into it, they would discover that even the heart of the candy was soft inside.

… Zhang Ganggang felt that his description was a little mushy, but that was truly how he felt.

Of course, Xie Meng did not know that his desk mate had described him like that. He was working on his algebraic homework, and once he was done, he placed it on Zhang Ganggang's desk.

"I've calculated the problems already, take a look yourself." Xie Meng was very patient. He had been deskmates with Zhang Ganggang for nearly two months, and nearly everyday he would have to do the mathematics class exercises and homework twice, not including the revision after each quiz.

Zhang Ganggang joyfully took the exercise book. Following Xie Meng's calculations, he calculated them himself one more time, then erased Xie Meng's work when he was done.

While erasing, Zhang Ganggang exclaimed, "The midterms are coming."

Xie Meng was fairly indifferent. "Yes."

"What am I going to do with maths?" Zhang Ganggang moaned. "Even you won't be able to save me…"

"…" Xie Meng wanted to tell him that he had no intentions of saving him anyway.

"But it doesn't matter." Zhang Ganggang suddenly cheered up. Xie Meng could almost see his HP level recovering. "As long as Ji Qinyang is around, Maitreya won't look for me. Not only is Brother Yang has high HP, he can also taunt very well!"

Xie Meng's pen came to a stop. "Ji Qinyang?"

"Brother Yang had once got a score of 1 for Mathematics in middle school, and the only reason why he got that mark was because his name was written very properly on the exam paper and his handwriting was very neat."

"… He handed in a blank paper?"

Zhang Ganggang shook his head, "No, he wrote a lot, why else would the teacher think that his handwriting was neat?"

"…" Xie Meng was incredulous. "He wrote so much, but they were all wrong?"

Zhang Ganggang looked as though he completely understood. "Yes, that's right. He just didn't know how to do it."

… This was too unbelievable. Xie Meng thought as he twirled his pen. He turned around to look at the back row. Ji Qinyang was writing something with his head buried, sweeping his gaze across the rostrum, their eyes met. Ji Qinyang was slightly taken aback, before smiling at him.

Xie Meng looked at him, then looked away after awhile.

Nasib tidak pernah baik pada Ji Ning. Terburuk oleh penyakit dan lemah seumur hidupnya di Bumi, Ning tahu sejak awal bahwa dia akan mati saat remaja. Apa yang tidak dia ketahui adalah bahwa memang ada kehidupan setelah kematian, dan bahwa alam semesta adalah tempat yang jauh lebih besar daripada yang dia pikirkan. Perputaran nasib yang beruntung (salah satu dari sedikit dalam kehidupan Ning) berarti bahwa Ning terlahir kembali ke dunia Dewa dan monster, Ki Refiners dan Fiendgods yang kuat, sebuah dunia tempat Dinasti berlangsung selama jutaan tahun. Dunia yang lebih besar ... namun juga lebih kecil ... daripada yang bisa dia bayangkan. Dia akan memiliki kesempatan untuk bergabung dengan mereka, dan dalam kehidupan ini, Ning bersumpah pada dirinya sendiri, dia tidak akan pernah membiarkan dirinya menjadi lemah lagi! Era ia dilahirkan adalah era yang sunyi sepi, tapi Ning akan menjadikannya era.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
Children are often asked this question when they are young. The teachers would make them write essays on their future jobs or ideal career. The adults are always worried about their children. Some children don't even have a choice. Their path is pretty much decided from the moment they are born.
The eleven years olds are lined up on the stage. Some are confused. Some are trying their best not to cry under the pressure. Some have a big smile on their face. Some are anxious. Of course, some can't care less.
One by one, the students get up and give a speech on the stage.
"I want to be a doctor because..."
"I want to be a soldier because..."
"I want to be a businessman because..."
Most answers are tailored by their parents. Each time a student finishes his speech on what he/she wanted to become after he/she grew up, there is a burst of claps from the audience consisting of enthusiastic parents and teachers.
"I am Nakashima Natsumi." The girl looks at the crowd with cold indifference. She is dressed in a plain black shirt, a black skirt, and black shoes. "I want to become a lawyer because I like making money."
The audience can't understand how to react at first. They have never heard such an honest reason. Among all the righteous reasons that they have heard, this one surely gets the top score for honesty.
"That's my daughter." Nakashima Wataru perceives the reaction of the audience in a different way. He stands up and points at her. "My eldest daughter is the smartest one."
"Thank you." The girl, unperturbed by her father's action or the audience's reaction, gives them a respectful bow and walks away from the stage.
After the lawyer girl is gone, a bright girl comes forward on the stage. Dressed in a pink dress, a tiara, and pink shoes with printed stars, she has sparkling eyes and an angel-like smile. The audience is charmed by her demeanour.
"My name is Nakashima Sayuri." She pauses and looks at her father who gives her encouraging nod. She speaks shyly, "When I grow up, I want to be a fashion designer because I like pretty clothes. I will open my chains of stores in the country. I will give a 25% discount to anyone who buys fishes from my father's store in the future. My father's store is the best store in the market. Please visit my father's store."
"That's my youngest daughter!!!" Nakashima Wataru looks proud of his youngest daughter for being able to speak out her dream. "In the future, she will start her own fashion brand."
The audience claps. Little Lily shows a toothy smile before she bows and steps off the stage. She gets full marks for an opportunist. The headmaster clears his throat. There are two more left.
The third girl looks at the audience with disinterest. She is wearing a school uniform. The audience is silently waiting. Nakashima Wataru smiles at his second daughter kindly. He doesn't have much expectation from her.
She picks her nose and wipes it on her shirt. The teachers and the parents except for Nakashima Wataru and a few other students wrinkle their nose in disgust.
"My name is Nakashima Wakana." She scratches her nose again and glances at her father once. "You have met my elder sister, Nakashima Natsumi. She's 10 minutes older than I am. You also met my younger sister, Nakashima Sayuri."
It is a small village. There is only one elementary school in the area. The audience already knows about the Nakashima triplets who are the daughters of the fisherman, Nakashima Wataru.
The Nakashima sisters don't look identical. Each one has a different personality. The youngest is cheerful and cunning. The eldest is icy cold and smart. The middle one is a question mark.
"I thought a lot, but I don't understand why I must choose something now. I am only 11. My father says that it is alright not to know what I want to be in this stage of my life. I should concentrate on becoming a good child and eat healthily to become strong physically. Thank you for listening."
She bows to the people watching her and leaves, not waiting for the light claps that follow her departure from the stage.
"There's always an odd one." The headmaster sighs. "Give her a full mark for courage."
The last boy walks to the stage with a calm expression. He is also wearing a uniform. He looks at the crowd with a steady gaze. Anyone can tell that he doesn't belong to this village.
"Minami Sei." His voice is clear, demanding the attention of the audience. "I will become a police officer because I hate the sight of blood."
"..."
"..."
"..."
Nakashima Wakana turns her head and looks at the boy who is quite opposite of her. He is looking at the crowd with a steely gaze. Though he looks fearless, his small pale fists are trembling.
She blinks her eyes and stared at him. He gives a deep bow to the astonished audience. He walks in her direction. The young boy doesn't even see her or his classmates. He sits in the corner.
The transfer student is cold and aloof. He rarely talks to the other students. In the classroom of students that belong to the small families of the village, the boy certainly stands out like the moon among the stars. Naturally, the moon is isolated by the stars.
The girl without ambition usually doesn't care about much in the world. But the boy's answer has caught her attention. She sits beside him. He ignores her existence. She moves closer. He shifts away. She suddenly holds his hand.
He glares at her. "What are you doing?"
"I want to know why you hate the sight of blood."
She closes her eyes to see something that she should have never seen.


It's not easy being a detective when one can see ghosts. 

Due to bad performance, Nakashima Wakana is sent to the cold palace to receive her career's death sentence. 

When she thought that her dead career couldn't be more dead, she meets her first love, Minami Sei. 

Love at the workplace? Nakashima Wakana has enough problems for sure.

Things take a turn when she becomes the next chosen target of a demon. She's forced to use her abilities. W

When she thinks that it's over for her, she finds out that she's chosen to become a part of the supernatural investigation agency? 

Who is this person that is always saving her?

Is he a ghost or her personal guardian angel? 

Should she throw salts in his eyes or kiss his beautiful lips? 

Maybe she will do both. 

Join Wakana's supernatural adventures and her journey to love. 

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"The river comes from west in turns; I am startled by the featured scenery. Hundreds of houses gather here to form a county; although having no city walls, they lean against a mountain. The shadow of the sail is looming in the river not far away from the maple leaves. Water gurgled near my bed. In straw rain cape, I am close to Yan Ling; pitifully, I could only look at the crystal river and pass by...What a nice poem! This poem could at least stay in the list of Talents' Pavilion for one year. It's said that it was written by a talent surnamed Xu in Xintong City. Not bad! Not bad..."
"Look at this one. I feel this poem is more artistic. The wild wind blows my white coat; I move on the river by boat. As the sun sets in the distance, green contours of mountains undulate. Feeling cold, flowers drop their heads; being tired, birds twittered occasionally. After seeing smoke rising, I anchor my fishing boat and come to Zhuxi Temple..."
"I don't agree with you, brother Ou. If this poem appears in a remote hotel or a residence of a hermit in the deep mountain, it would be amazing. However, it appears in the Talents' Pavilion. Therefore, I think the poet perhaps want to show off his talent; instead of aiming to be a real hermit. I would not vote him..."
"You're right, brother Li; you're right..."
In the afternoon, after circling around the city for a few hours, Zhang Tie was finally sent to the Talents' Pavilion in Datang City cordially by the taxi driver. Through the constant introduction of the taxi driver, Zhang Tie gradually learned more about Datang City and Xuanyuan Wuji and acquired a lot of useful information.
Xuanyuan Wuji's position in Datang City was like that of Zhang Tie in Fiery-Dragon Bounty Territory. Each action of him would be eye-catching. Therefore, Zhang Tie easily got the message that Xuanyuan Wuji was in Datang City these days from the taxi driver.
According to the taxi driver, at the end of each year, the adorable third prince would host philanthropic campaigns like providing porridge and money and giving condolence to soldiers, civilians and students in the city. Therefore, Xuanyuan Wuji would always stay in Datang City in the entire December. After hearing this message, Zhang Tie finally felt relaxed.
After making a plan to pay a secret visit to the third prince's mansion tonight and kill him when possible, Zhang Tie finished his lunch in a hotel before being led to the Talents' Pavilion by the taxi driver. With the attitude of doing as the Romans do, Zhang Tie started to wander in the Talents' Pavilion.
Talents' Pavilion was a vast octagonal traditional Hua building. Being located in the west of Datang City, Talents' Pavilion was in a hill not far from Datang Learning Academy. It was surrounded by beautiful scenery. No ticket was required to enter the Talents' Pavilion. Instead, each one could get a ticket for free at the entrance. As many people came here, after receiving tickets, they would vote for their most favorite works, political opinions, poems or essays of those "talents" by putting their tickets into the ballot boxes under the creators. In each fixed period, the ballot boxes would be opened and the tickets would be counted. Those with more tickets would rank higher on the list and would win chances to be promoted to high-level officials. 
On the taxi, Zhang Tie had been told about the game rules in Talents' Pavilion. After entering it, Zhang Tie felt strange watching those literati concentrating on those works. 
As for Zhang Tie, the so-called Talents' Pavilion was just a trick that Xuanyuan Wuji used to buy the hearts of people at the bottom of the society and control the public opinions. As he wanted to fight for the throne, Xuanyuan Wuji had to act like a "sagacious emperor". Such a trick would work more or less. However, the so-called talents in the Talents' Pavilion were actually some bottom literati in Datang City and nearby provinces or prefectures. What about those knights of Taixia Country if these people could be called talents? Real knights always neglected these things. A real knight didn't need to show off his literary talents for fame and wealth here. 
These literati had a big say at the bottom of society, who could influence many people's opinions. That might be the reason that Xuanyuan Wuji played such a trick. 
In a world dominated by knights, literati who only thought about reading instead of cultivating their battle strength would not enjoy high positions. Even if these literati could make some achievements in literature, most of them could at most be some grass-root clerks and officials. Very few of them could become the trusted subordinates of third prince like Fang Qingming on His Majesty's side. Right because of this reason, so many literati were longing for showing off their talents in the pavilion as they all dreamed to be the very trusted subordinate of the third prince and provide political suggestions to him. 
Zhang Tie was not interested in poems and essays; however, he was clear about the function of Talents' Pavilion. Standing behind those literati and listening to their comments, Zhang Tie revealed a despised look as if he was watching some kids building a castle using sand.
"Bro, I wonder about your noble opinion..." One of the literati in front of Zhang Tie asked when he caught Zhang Tie's contemptuous look and became irritated. Hearing his words, all the other literati in front turned around and fixated onto Zhang Tie at a stroke.
"Haha, I have no noble opinion; I have no noble opinion. Now that these poems and essays could be displayed here, they are nice for real..." Zhang Tie replied with a big smile as he cupped his hands towards them and intended to leave. Because Zhang Tie didn't feel like wasting time with these humble literati at all. 
"Bro, you're so presumptuous!" One of those literati was instantly driven mad by Zhang Tie's response, although Zhang Tie didn't have malicious intent. As a result, all of them were glaring at Zhang Tie as if Zhang Tie had insulted their belief. "These poems and essays are all top works among hundreds of millions of works. Bro, you might be erudite; how about showing us...We want to broaden our vision..."
"When I watched the snow last year, I got a poem by accident. Its name is Falling Snow. If you want to hear it, this humble man would read it for you..."
"Hmm, go ahead. I would like to appreciate your good piece..." a literati said with a sneer.
After looking around, Zhang Tie cleared his voice. After that, he read his poem under the gaze of all the others, "What is flying in the sky? There's a pile in the east, another pile in the west. Is the Jade Emperor building the Imperial Palace? Screening lime yo, screening lime!"
After Zhang Tie finished his poem, all the onlooking literati were petrified as their faces turned purple, quivering all over...
It appeared that Zhang Tie's interest was aroused. Before those people opened their mouth, he continued, "This humble man got another one when I watched the lightning bolt in the sky. Its name is Singing the Lightning Bolt. Glad to hear your comments about it. Ahem, ahem. I suddenly see a fiery chain in the sky as if the Jade Emperor is smoking; if Jade Emperor doesn't smoke, why is there a fiery chain...Eh, brothers, brothers, don't run away; I've got some more..."
Those literati who intended to make Zhang Tie embarrassed were severely injured by Zhang Tie's two poems. Soon after Zhang Tie finished his second poem, those literati had covered their faces with sleeves and left there as they didn't feel like talking with Zhang Tie any more.
Zhang Tie pretended to persuade them to stay; however, those literati paced up in case of being influenced by the bad luck brought by Zhang Tie. 
Shaking his head, Zhang Tie smiled and was going to leave. Unimaginably, a burst of applaud sounded behind him. 
"What nice poems! What nice poems..."
Zhang Tie turned around as he saw a hermit-like middle-aged literati in white robe clapping his hands.
"Young brother. Your poems look coarse; however, they're of great charisma. If charisma only is considered, your poems are much better than all the others in the Talents' Pavilion..."
After hearing the middle-aged literati's comment, Zhang Tie knew that he was not jeering at him. Given his personality, Zhang Tie started to like him. 
"Haha, to tell the truth, the two poems are not created by me; instead, I read it from a book by accident. The writer is a rude soldier of Hua people before the Catastrophe..."
"Oh, I see!" the literati replied as he continued, "Young brother, now that you could admit it frankly, you must be a straight-forward man. It must be your first time in Datang City. Me too! Young brother, how about traveling around the city with me..."
"Nice..." Zhang Tie replied with a smile too. 
　　


After the Catastrophe, every rule in the world was rewritten.
In the Age of Black Iron, steel, iron, steam engines and fighting force became the crux in which human beings depended on to survive.
A commoner boy by the name Zhang Tie was selected by the gods of fortune and was gifted a small tree which could constantly produce various marvelous fruits. At the same time, Zhang Tie was thrown into the flames of war, a three-hundred-year war between humans and demons on the vacant continent. Using crystals to tap into the potentials of the human body, one must cultivate to become stronger.
The thrilling legends of mysterious clans, secrets of Oriental fantasies, numerous treasures and legacies in the underground world — All in the Castle of Black Iron!
Written by Drunk Tiger, this novel is a prime example of fantasy steampunk. Let us journey through the world of limitless possibilities and inventions together!
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**Warning: This novel contains mature content**


Chapter 3. Essay competition (1)

"We are going to be have a essay competition in our school next week."

When Shiki sensei announced that, the students started murmuring among themselves.

"I haven't wrote a essay for years."

"I wonder if there would be some sort of prize."

"I hope it isn't mandatory to enter. I really suck at essays."

"Can't we have a video game competition or something?"

As the students were murmuring, Shiki sensei sighed and said.

"Listen to the whole announcement, first. The contest will be mandatory for all and there would be one winner for every class and the winner for every class will compete against each other for the prize money."

"I wonder how much is the prize money?"

"It's going to be a hassle if you want to win."

"Yeah, the winner would be probably from a literature club or a book club."

"Do those kind of clubs even exist?"

"Silent!!"

With Shiki sensei shout, the students again fell into a silence. Shiki sensei again sighed heavily and said.

"I am not finished yet. The competition will be held on Friday next week and there would be no classes that day. So, you could leave after submitting your essay."

With that the students all burst into excitement. They were all troubled by the pressure of exams and hearing that, they can leave early flushed them with excitement. 

There were many students who were already making plans like going to karaoke or a movie. The essay competition had given them a opportunity to relax for a bit.

As Ren was watching the class filled with excitement, Kei tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, Ren what do you think about that?"

"About what?"

"Of course, the essay competition. Do you also want to finish early and hang out like them?"

Kei said as he pointed towards the group of kids happily making plans. 

"I don't know. What about you?"

"I will probably write it till the end."

"Huh, you aren't the type to write till the end. Instead of writing, you will probably read a light novel or something."

Ren said as he stared at Kei confusingly. He knew that Kei wasn't the type to take things seriously. The only things he take seriously are light novels, mangas and anime.

"Well, I thought I will give writing a chance."

"You. Writing?"

"Yeah, it's seems fun. I thought I will take something seriously for once."

"You wanted to take something seriously and you choosed writing."

"Yeah."

Ren didn't knew what to think of it. Kei was taking interest in writing suddenly. He was confused by this but he didn't try to ask him the reason behind this. Ren knew that everyone has their own secrets.

"You are acting weirdly these days."

When Ren heard Kei's words, he was somewhat startled. The last thing he want was anyone finding about his identity.

"....You think so?"

Kei nodded his head at Ren's words and said.

"Yeah, you have been slightly weird these days. It's like you got somewhat mature suddenly."

"Maybe, it's just your imagination."

Kei shook his head at Ren's words and said.

"No, it isn't my imagination. You are suddenly taking interest in books. Previously, you only read some light novels but now, I see you reading those literature books everytime. You even had a smiling expression reading those."

"I have just taken a sudden interest in books."

"I think it's more than just a sudden interest. Are you thinking of going to a literary college or something."

"Literary college?"

Hearing the word literary college, Ren suddenly thought of the time when he used to study in the literary college.

It was also the time when his first book was released. He had suddenly gotten famous in the campus and everyone had started recognising him.

Professors had started giving him attention and they always looked at him with smiles. He had also gotten popular among the girls.

His popularity was so high that the campus queen had confessed to him and they had started dating. Of course, the relationship between them didn't last long and they broke up after a year but it was a time of his life that Ren can't forget.

It was the start of his fame and his destruction. How could he forget about that.

"Ren, Ren, are you even listening to me?"

"Ha, sorry, I was just thinking about something."

Ren quickly broke out of his stupor when he heard Kei's voice.

"Do you want to visit the bookstore later? I wanted to buy a book on essays."

"Ah, sure, I wanted to buy some books too."

Ren answered with a smile on his face. He don't know why but he was now looking forward to the essay competition.

* * *

In the staff room of teachers, Shiki sensei sighed as he soon as he sat down in his seat.

"Are you worried about something? Shiki sensei."

Shiki sensei turned his head towards the voice and noticed that the one who asked the question was Hinata sensei who was a chemistry teacher.

"It's nothing. I am just worried about that kids nowadays are more interested in video games than books."

"Hahaha, Isn't that obvious. Teenagers nowadays are more interested in games and movies than books."

Hinata sensei said with a laugh. She was a young female teacher who was still in her 20s. So, she could better understand the students mentality.

"Is it about the essay competition?"

Another teacher asked and Shiki sensei just nodded at that.

"Times are really degrading. When I announced in my class that there will be a essay competition, all the students were just happy about the fact that there would be no classes. No one seems to care about the competition."

This time it was Sato sensei who spoke. He was the oldest teacher in the school and was nearing his 50s. 

"It was the same in my class."

"Me too. They really don't care about the essay competition."

"They are just happy that they will be able to leave school early."

Hearing the conversation several teachers shared their grievances and sighed. They were upset that students were more interested in leaving school early than the essay competition.

"Nakai sensei must be feeling bad."

Hinata sensei said as she looked at Nakai sensei who was silently reading a book in the corner.

Hearing her words, all the teachers looked at Nakai sensei but he didn't say anything and just continued to read his book.

For him reading a book was more interesting than a conversation.

"Yeah, Nakai sensei, you even pushed for the essay competition. Aren't you feeling bad that students aren't interested in it?"

A teacher asked him but Nakai sensei still didn't answered. He was still focusing on his book.

All the teachers just sighed seeing his behaviour. They all know that Nakai sensei wasn't the talkative type.

He was the literature teacher and it's been five years since he had started teaching in this school and his behaviour and attitude hadn't changed at all.

Although his attitude had pissed some of the teachers but they do not do anything as he teaches well and do his work diligently. It was just that he was more interested in reading books.

After sometime, Nakai sensei finally put down his book and smiled while looking out of the window.

"I wish there can be someone who can surprise me in this competition."

He muttered under his breath and continued to smile while looking outside the window.

Fame, wealth, prestige, genius, destruction, despair, loss and failure.

Those are the eight words which describes Ren's life completely.

He was hailed as a genius but his arrogance led him to despair. From a genius, he became a failure.

He was just struggling with his life when fate gave him a second chance.

Now, what will he do after he found himself waking up in another world.

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