10 years ago they were lovers.
10 years later they are strangers.

Qin Guan’s roommates did not want to keep watching the show. They were bored and wanted to leave, but suddenly they backed up when they saw several people carrying a drum kit, a keyboard and two speakers to the stage.
The performers were all well-dressed, and the lead singer was in olive green, looking like a soldier about to sing a military song.
After they tuned up, the performers played the electric guitar as an opening prelude, and the auditorium instantly became vibrant. The lead singer said, “Hello everyone! This is Eggs Laid by the Red Flag.”
“The sudden opening is actually not abrupt
Now is the time and we know what to do
The red flag is still fluttering without direction
The revolution is still alive, and the old chaps are getting more active…”
The lead singer had a hoarse voice as if he’d been smoking too much. It actually made him sound like the perfect rock and roll singer.
The boys in the audience were cheering. Hands held high, they followed the rhythm and started to rock together.
Qin Guan and his roommates stood up as well. Liu Xiaoyang even jumped onto his chair. When the song was finished, the audience was fully pumped up.
Rock and roll was a code those days. Everyone had a soldier in their heart. People would fight hard for their dreams and future with indomitable will.
It had grown colder at the end of October. Qin Guan put on his jacket and set off for his first official tutoring class with Huang Jiajia. At 6:30 p.m., he showed up at the door of Huang Jiajia’s home. When he walked into the house and saw Huang Jiajia sitting by her desk, he was shocked.
Her hair was not red anymore. Instead, it was black and shiny, dangling down her shoulders in two braids. She was not wearing any makeup either. This was the first time Qin Guan had seen Huang Jiajia with no makeup on. He recalled the first time he had seen her. She’d had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and her dark, dense eyelashes had looked like two tiny brushes. Her lips had been painted thick and red, making her look totally flamboyant. Yet now she was wearing a long pink T-shirt with a round collar and a pair of brown overalls. She looked like a good girl and a studious student.
Qin Guan did not say anything. Giving her an encouraging smile, he opened the textbook and started the class at an appropriate speed, “Here it means… Yes, call by value from here.”
During the whole class, Huang Jiajia listened to Qin Guan carefully without any complaints.
When Qin Guan finished the class for the day, Huang Jiajia grimaced and said, “Mr. Qin, what did you think of my performance today? I’ll work even harder.”
Qin Guan was glad. This would help him make money much more easily. He had 4 hours of class a week and he would get paid 50 yuan per hour, so every month he would make 800 yuan just by tutoring Huang Jiajia.
Qin Guan did not show his joy. As he walked out of the house, he told Huang Jiajia, “You need to keep it up. One good performance doesn’t mean anything. Perseverance is what’s important.” Then he closed the door and left. He was quite busy. He had a kebab appointment with Wang Lei, and the next morning they would go to the China World Mall.
Beijing had been expanding gradually with economic growth. Business areas were various systems formed amid that expansion, and Wangfujin and Xidan were among the earliest ones in Beijing. The China World Mall was an emerging, vibrant business area that had become the home of many new industries and fashionable brands, such as Motorola and IBM.
Qin Guan and Wang Lei were currently at the foot of the China World Towers, the very center of the China World Mall. The two boys had seen the ad of a company on the CUFE billboard, and that was why they had come here. The ad had been different than the rest, which was why it had aroused their interest. 
Qin Guan and Wang Lei took the elevator to the consulting company on the 10th floor. The receptionist led them to a meeting room, where they saw a lot of people their age. Qin Guan believed they were also students applying for the part-time job.
When everyone was seated, a supervisor came into the room and handed out material to each of the young students.
The business of the consulting company was quite interesting. It helped retailers and traders of fast moving consumer goods find part-timers and sales promotion staff. It also did market research for some companies. This kind of business met the demands of foreign companies entering the Chinese market, thus consulting companies had become quite popular at the time. The company Qin Guan had visited was one of the oldest and the best in Beijing.
Qin Guan and Wang Lei read the material carefully. The positions included supermarket promotion specialists for sodas and snacks, and staff for a wine shop. Qin Guan noticed that these jobs were all on weekends, from 10 a.m. to 12 a.m. in the morning and 2 p.m. to 5 p.m. in the afternoon. Wages would be paid daily in accordance with the standard rules, and the payment for the sales promotion staff was 50 yuan per day. The wine shop staff would get a daily payment of 100 yuan. Of course, those employees were required to have a good image and figure. There would also be an interview for the job.
Qin Guan pursed his lips. The wine shop staff was the highest paying position among the three, although the payment was only as much as his tutoring fees. Half a loaf of bread was better than none though after all, so he decided to go to that interview. Wang Lei asked the supervisor, and he unexpectedly got a part-time job as a telephone researcher. From that day on and every weekend, he would work in the company as a telephone salesperson.
When the two boys walked out of the meeting room, Qin Guan told Wang Lei curiously, “You have a sharp mind for business. Why are you studying accounting?”
Pushing his glasses up, Wang Lei asked back, “You are so handsome, why do you study at CUFE?”
They both laughed. They parted at the corridor when Wang Lei was taken by the supervisor to the office of the telephone sales personnel. Qin Guan and several girls were taken to another office, where the interview would take place. Qin Guan was the only boy in the group. Curious about why a boy would apply for that position, the girls chatted and laughed among themselves. Qin Guan felt helpless. “Fine, I know this is something new, but you shouldn’t stare at me like I’m a monkey. Yes, I mean you. Don’t point your fingers at me!” 
Qin Guan was feeling quite awkward when the door suddenly opened. Three elegant interviewers took a seat at the table. Qin Guan applied for the promotion position of Grand Bateau, a kind of middle-end wine imported from France.
The promotion staff would serve the wine at exhibitions around Beijing. It was not cost-effective for exhibitors to hire professional models for the promotion, so the wine agent had come up with the idea of picking several college students for the job. 
The last interviewees had not impressed the interviewers. They thought college students had no working experience and their age did not match the maturity of the wine. 
The Chinese name of the wine was Longchuan. A general had made that particular wine for Napoleon, his leader during the Napoleonic Era. The wine was not expensive, but it had a dignity and elegance to it, so it was usually hard for college students with no experience to convey its connotation.
The interviewers seemed a little bored. In low spirits, they said, “Next.”
It was Qin Guan’s turn. When he stepped forward, the interviewers sat up instantly. Although they did not know about Qin Guan’s temperament, they were all captivated by his face.
They asked him some basic questions, including his college and age, and Qin Guan took his time in answering every single one, not showing any nervousness.
The interviewers exchanged a look and told Qin Guan to move two steps forward. They noticed that he was neither overbearing nor servile. They nodded and told him, “Good. Take this blank resume, go to the third room on the left and give it to the director of the exhibition.”
Qin Guan took the blank resume and bid the interviewers goodbye with a nod before pushing the door open and leaving the interview room. When he opened the door of the third room on the left, he saw a big glass wine table in the center with several goblets and two bottles of open Bateau on it. 
There were already several tall fair ladies standing orderly by the desk next to the glass table. At the other end of the room, an old frowning tailor with a tape around his neck was measuring the size of a woman. 
An assistant with freckles standing by the door saw Qin Guan walk into the room with a blank resume. She had a bundle of pens in her hand, and she handed one to Qin Guan. Pointing at a small round table at the corner of the room, she told him, “Yes, second round of interviews. Fill in the resume over there and then give it to me. I’ll give you a number tag. Then you can go to the desk and wait for the final interview with the sales director.”
Qin Guan moved the pen around in his hand. He was surprised to find that there was a third round of interviews after this one. “The final round? Why is this so complicated? It’s a part-time job after all,” he told the assistant.
 The assistant’s face turned quite serious. It seemed as if this was an important task to her as she explained to Qin Guan, “We’re recruiting short-term part-timers because we don’t have much time to prepare. We have no choice. Vinexpo China is next week, followed by the China International Wine and Spirits Exhibition. They’re both well-known exhibitions in China. We have to take this seriously.”


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

Ironman Training Center.
The owner, Max, looked at the tall, large Caucasian youngster in front of him and said, "Mr. Payton, I've read your resume, and I think you are well-suited for our training center; however, our full-time coaching positions are all occupied. Would you mind trying part-time?"
"Part-time huh? Forget about it then. I'm looking for a full-time job." Chris Payton shook his head before standing up. "Sir, since you don't need me here at the moment, I'll be taking my leave."
"Mr. Payton, hold on!" Max suddenly called out to Chris Payton. "Not far from here, there's a Coach Lee's Physical Fitness Training Center, opened by a Chinese coach. I heard they are hiring full-time coaches, so you could go there and try."
Chris Payton gratefully looked at Max and said in a sincere tone, "Thank you for letting me know, I'll definitely give it a go."
Chris Payton turned around to leave, not seeing the cold light that glinted in Max's eyes.
By his side, a man in his forties asked, "Boss, this Chris Payton isn't bad. He used to be a professional football player, and he also did a stint as an assistant coach in the basketball team of a university. Besides that, his asking salary wasn't all that high. Why didn't you keep him? Even if we don't need him, there wasn't any need to introduce him to Coach Lee's physical fitness training center, was there? They are our rivals after all. And from what I heard, they have been pretty popular lately."
"You are talking about that 'blade warrior' aren't you! Indeed, this 'blade warrior' has been very famous lately. He actually managed to get a place in the world championship, and everyone in the US knows about him," Max said. "I originally thought that training para-athletes would only result in losses... Who would have thought that they would pick up such an unusual runner? They aren't located that far from us, so they definitely affect our business. However, it is precisely because they are our rivals that I advised Chris Payton to go there."
"Is there something wrong with this Chris Payton?" the middle-aged man asked immediately.
"Of course. He sent his resume to my email earlier, and I read that he was a key player in his university football team. However, it just so happens that I know the coach of that university football team, so naturally, I asked about him," Max explained.
"And what did he say?" the middle-aged man asked instantly.
"This Chris Payton isn't that simple. He is the bastard son of a gang leader in Los Angeles. This gang doesn't just smuggle firearms, they are also related to the Colombian drug cartel." As Max said this, the side of his lips curled upwards into a smirk. He continued, "I have no intention of being involved with such a dangerous person. Since I have no time for a troublesome character like him, let's just leave him to our rivals!"
...
Chris Payton followed the instructions of the GPS and drove towards Coach Lee's Physical Fitness Training Center. While he was still a distance away, he saw two giant advertising posters hanging on both sides of the front door of the training center.
The poster was a picture of Phillip in mid-stride. On the side was a slogan, "Success favors the unyielding."
That's the "blade warrior" Barron Phillip! Is he the spokesperson of this training center? This Coach Lee's training center is indeed strong, if they're actually willing to sign an endorsement deal with Phillip. Chris Payton unconsciously slowed his car down.
It could be said that Phillip became famous overnight. He gained a whole lot of attention. Phillip was one of the most celebrated and popular sports stars in the US, and as such, his endorsement fee would also be over the roof.
Chris Payton parked his car and walked towards the training center with his resume in hand. As soon as he reached the door, he saw the recruitment advertisement posted on the wall.
They really are hiring! Chris Payton straightened his clothes and walked into the training center.
...
So the "blade warrior" trains here, no wonder his poster was outside! A place that cultivated the "blade warrior," this place must be great, Chris Payton suddenly thought. The prospects for working in Coach Lee's training center seemed much better than in the Ironman training center.
Opposite him, Dai Li read through Chris Payton's resume in detail.
Used to be a key player in his school football team. Took part in the NFL draft after graduating but was not picked. Later went to play soccer in a low-level league. Just retired not that long ago, and worked as a fitness coach for two years. This Chris Payton used to be a professional athlete, so he is a suitable candidate for being a coach, and his asking salary isn't that high. In Los Angeles, it's hard to find someone this qualified at this price. Dai Li nodded his head in satisfaction.
"Mr. Payton, I can give you a full-time job, but you need to pass the probation period first," Dai Li said.
"No problem, I'll work hard." Chris Payton nodded his head in enthusiasm and asked, "When can I start coming in?"
"Is tomorrow okay?" Dai Li pointed towards the training ground outside and said, "We're kind of short on manpower. We're already very busy as it is, so I hope you can come in as soon as possible."
Dai Li's business had recently improved. Phillip's success also helped boost the name of Dai Li's training center. As the journalists and reporters interviewed Phillip, they also interviewed Dai Li, who was his coach. The brand of Coach Lee's Physical Fitness Training Center had become a household name throughout Los Angeles.
In Dai Li's original plan, his primary clients were supposed to be professional or amateur athletes. However, after Dai Li gained some fame, he found out that apart from athletes, some of the more affluent residents of the city were also interested in becoming his clients.
California was a wealthy area in the US. There was no lack of rich people, and a common trait among these affluent Americans was that they had a lot of free time. In the US, a poor person might have several jobs, working from day to night just to live a better life; even the vast number of the middle-class could only relax and enjoy their lives on fixed holidays, since their nine to five jobs kept them swamped during the workweek.
Only the rich had time for entertainment, leisure, travel, and fitness training. That was why a lot of poor people were obese in the US, because they could only eat unhealthy food that was high in calories. The rich had ideal body weights because they didn't have to spend too much time earning money, so they also had enough spare time to train their bodies.
The affluent pursued high-quality lifestyles. Even their sports had to be of high quality. Although they couldn't spend all day in training centers like athletes, they were willing to spend money on a personal training plan, or a couple of customized training courses weekly. For Dai Li, it was a massive source of income.
With more incoming clients, Dai Li was getting stretched all by himself, and relying on part-timers wasn't exactly a sustainable plan. That was why Dai Li began hiring full-time coaches. He had already hired two full-time coaches, so including Chris Payton who came in today, Dai Li had a total of three full-time coaches under him.
However, all three of them were still on probation, and Dai Li's hiring plan was still ongoing. A coach was a profession very similar to that of a doctor or teacher. Experience and individual ability played equally important roles. It wasn't a job that could be done well just by having a Master's degree or having certain specialized technical skills. Meeting a good coach was something one could only hope for, so Dai Li's recruitment drive had to continue.
...
Stephen hurried inside, looking extremely anxious. He saw Dai Li, and his pace increased even more as he walked towards him.
"What's wrong?" Dai Li asked immediately.
"It's the International Association of Athletics Federation! They might not allow Phillip to take part in the world championship," Stephen said quickly.


How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

Gun-Ho was walking up to the second floor heading to his office when he ran into the assistant manager from the general affairs team.
"Mr. Park, can you come to my office now?"
"Yes, sir."
The assistant manager followed Gun-Ho to the president's office.
"I saw you running around earlier to serve coffee to the workers. I think we need to hire a new worker for that sort of job. Since you have been working in the general affairs department, you probably handled Four Major Public Insurance before. Am I right?"
"Yes, sir. I was actually in charge of handling Four Major Public Insurance."
"Great. Why don't you then file Four Major Public Insurance for the workers here in Dyeon Korea?"
"We've already done it, sir, while we were still in the Jiksan location, right before we moved to Dyeon Korea."
"Hmm. That's good. Then, create an account with WorkNet with the name of Dyeon Korea and hire one female worker."
"What position are we posting?"
"We need an office assistant for the general affairs team who can provide support to other workers in the team with word processing skills. We prefer someone who is from this area—
Asan City, and I want her to take care of the coffee vending machine as well."
"Director Kim mentioned the other day that a government officer who attended our building dedication ceremony left a resume with him. He said it was for his sister-in-law who is looking for a job."
"Really? Then bring me her resume; I will review it."
 
While Gun-Ho was talking with the assistant manager, Mr. Adam Castler entered Gun-Ho's office with three American engineers. The interpreter was following them to the office.
"These are the engineers from Dyeon America. They will work with us for the next three months."
"Nice to meet you."
Gun-Ho stood up from his seat and offered his hand to each engineer for a handshake.
"We look forward to working with you all. I'm hoping that you could teach our engineers your advanced technology during your stay with us, so we could produce the same quality of products here in this location as the ones from Dyeon America. Mr. Lee, please interpret this for me."
The interpreter— Mr. Lee immediately interpreted what Gun-Ho just said to the three Dyeon American engineers.
"Okay."
The engineers kept nodding their heads and saying "okay" as they were listening to the interpretation.
"I understand that you might encounter some difficulties during your stay in Korea due to the cultural difference, language barrier, different food, and weather. We are here to help you, so please do not hesitate to let us know if you need any help."
The three American engineers were standing there with no facial expression on their faces while Gun-Ho was speaking in Korean, and once the interpreter started relaying the message in English, they nodded their heads and said "okay" several times.
 
Once the engineers from Dyeon American left the office, Director Kim and the assistant manager from the general affairs team came into the office. Director Kim was carrying a resume in his left hand.
"Sir, this is the resume that one of the government officers left with me on the day of our building dedication ceremony. I was going to show it to you after the shipment arrived safely."
"Do you think she will be a good fit for our company?"
"She doesn't have any work experience, but her qualification is not bad. She graduated from a decent college as well. She is good-looking too. I can tell by looking at her picture attached to her resume."
"Which government officer asked you for it?"
Director Kim came close to Gun-Ho and whispered into his ear.
"She is xxx officer's wife's sister."
"Hmm… Even though he asked for this, if she is not qualified, we don't have to hire her, but as long as she has the right qualifications, we will employ her."
"Understood, sir. I think we can establish a good connection with the local community through this government officer by doing him a favor. His sister-in-law is a decent candidate for the job. She studied English in the U.S. for a year and she retains a high TOEIC score."
"Okay. Director Kim, why don't you give her an interview? And hire her if you think she is the right person for the job."
"Understood, sir.
"Okay. You can go back to work then."
 
"I have one more thing to talk to you about, sir."
"What is it?"
"It's about the English class we are having every morning in GH Mobile."
"Oh, the class held by the native English speaker from Hoseo University?"
"Yes, sir. When we started the class, we had about 50 workers who attended the class every morning since you strongly encouraged them to take the class."
"That sounds right."
"And the number of participants had gradually reduced as time went. It became 30 people, and then dropped to 20, and now we have about only two or three people attending the class. I think the workers don't keep up with the English class because we don't really feel a need to use English at work."
"Hmm."
"However, it's different in Dyeon Korea. Since we are a joint venture company with an American company, we can't avoid being exposed to the English language at work."
"That's why you—Director Kim joined Dyeon Korea. You served your military service in Korean Augmentation to the United States Army (KATUSA)."
"Oh, that was thirty years ago, sir. Speaking of which, I was thinking that maybe it is a good idea to bring that native English speaking teacher to Dyeon Korea and teach the English class here."
"Hmmm. I see your point. I will think about it."
"It's a waste to pay the teacher to teach only two or three people in GH Mobile. If that English native speaking teacher from Hoseo University teaches English here, I am willing to attend the class every morning myself."
"I heard you, Director Kim. I will think about it."
 
The next morning, after giving a cursory review of the reports in GH Mobile, Gun-Ho headed to Dyeon Korea.
"GH Mobile should be doing fine without me. President Song is a meticulous man and I'm sure he will take good care of it."
When Gun-Ho entered the production worksite of Dyeon Korea, he saw Jong-Suk doing oxygen-acetylene welding. He was wearing black welding goggles. The welding was producing visible smoke and flames. Jong-Suk was surrounded by the three engineers from Dyeon America, the interpreter, and two researchers who joined from GH Mobile. They were watching Jong-Suk doing the welding. Jong-Suk was mumbling while working,
"Sh*t. I'm the only one working here!"
No one said a word in response to Jong-Suk's mumble. When they saw Gun-Ho coming into the area, they all greeted him, except Jong-Suk. Jong-Suk didn't notice Gun-Ho and continued to do the welding.
"Sh*t. Sh*t. Those men were sent here to do the engineering work, and I am the only one who was doing all the work here while they just watch me working. Something doesn't feel right. I am the one who is supposed to watch them working. Sh*t."
The interpreter—Mr. Lee who understood what Jong-Suk said laughed but he didn't interpret what Jong-Suk said. Gun-Ho responded to Jong-Suk's mumble instead,
"Hey, these engineers are the engineers in the chemical field for compound products. They are not mechanics like you."
Jong-Suk took off the safety goggles when he heard Gun-Ho's voice.
"Huh? Bro! Oh, I mean sir. You are here!"
"Why are you cutting it?"
"We are installing the machines here, and this part is too long, so we need to cut this part off."
"I see. Well, keep up the good work. It seems you are the only one who could do the work."

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

Shania had also taken notice of the recent media reports. She was not blind or deaf. She was aware of the things that the fans did in the stands and at the training ground. If she were about her thoughts, she would certainly be selfish and want Twain to stay by her side and quit. However, after more than a decade with her husband, she also knew that only he could make the final decision. Therefore, she cleverly chose to remain silent.
At such times, she could only choose to trust her husband.
"I'll have to hold a press conference in a few days to announce whether I'm staying or leaving," Twain suddenly said during dinner, which surprised Shania a little. While the media was abuzz with speculation a few days ago, Twain kept mum at home.
She was keenly aware of something.
"It's time to resolve all this," Twain said.
Her guess was right.
However, Shania did not "What's your decision?" but just nodded and did not say anything.
Twain was not surprised by Shania's reaction, so he did not offer to explain what he would say at the press conference.
There was a mutual understanding between the two of them.
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The question of whether Twain would stay or leave obviously affected the team's performance. Nottingham Forest came close to losing against Fulham in an away game during the weekend. Fortunately, Balotelli broke through Fulham's goal with a beautiful free-kick at the last minute to equalize the score at 1:1 and save the team a point. However, because of the tie in the game, their ranking did not continue to rise but remained in seventh place.
For the Forest team to end up with a tie against Fulham was still lucky. In terms of both overall skills and actual situation, Nottingham Forest was at a complete disadvantage. If the Fulham striker had not been too wasteful with opportunities, they would have been defeated even if Balotelli had scored a goal.
Perhaps Fulham did not expect Nottingham Forest to play so poorly. They were overly excited.
For example, there were a few occasions when the goal was almost empty, and it was easier to score in such situations, but the Fulham striker excitedly shot too hard and pumped the ball straight into the stands behind the goal...
After the game, Twain admitted in an interview that he and his team had been "very, very, very lucky" today, which were his original words. He had used "very" thrice.
However, he did not criticize the team's performance.
He knew that the team's erratic performance had something to do with himself. If the crew of a ship did not know whether their most beloved captain would be able to stay after this adventure and continue to lead them to take on the world, they would grow doubtful and be swayed. It would naturally affect their combat effectiveness in battle.
Twain had thought that by staying silent, he could minimize the impact. It turned out that he was wrong. He must give his crew a decision to let them know what the future would hold.
A reporter asked, "I'd heard you promised to give a reply to the fans who want you to stay?"
Twain did not deny it. Instead, he nodded and replied, "Yes. When I get back to Nottingham, I'll announce the matter at a press conference."
The reporter did not expect Twain to answer so readily. He thought he heard wrong and hurriedly asked again, "Are you saying that you will announce whether you will be staying after the end of the season when you return to Nottingham?"
Twain nodded and did not say anything anymore. However, it was enough. The media and fans were excited by Twain's answer. As for the game... Who cared?
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On the way back to Nottingham from London on the bus, Twain found that Evan Doughty was around, and he came to him on his own initiative.
"David..." He looked at Kerslake, the assistant manager who sat with Doughty.
Kerslake was a smart man. He knew Evan must have something to discuss with Twain from the looks of it and that it had something to do with Twain's going or staying. Therefore, he got up and gave his seat to the chairman while he saw in the seat behind, next to Eastwood.
While Kerslake gave up his seat, Twain did not say a word but looked up at the two men who exchanged seats.
When Evan sat down, he did not beat about the bush, got right to the point, and asked, "Have you made up your mind, Tony?"
Twain nodded.
"I guess it's not a good decision for me. Can I persuade you to change your mind?"
Twain shook his head and said, "If you still want my friendship, Evan, you won't do that."
Evan Doughty turned his eyes away and looked ahead with some disappointment.
Seeing how disappointed Evan Doughty was, Twain could not bear to stay indifferent, so he consoled him: "There is a saying in China that states, 'If the old doesn't go, the new will not come.' The same holds true for the Forest team and you. If I, the old guy, don't leave, how can you have a fresh new wind?"
Evan Doughty did not care about any Eastern proverbs. He only cared about one thing and said, "But I can't think of any new manager that would be as good as you. I've been looking for more than four years, but I still haven't found him."
Twain smiled. It looked like it was going to be easy for Evan to accept his departure. He just had to find him a suitable successor.
"Of course, I have a good candidate for the new Nottingham Forest manager. I think very, very highly of him. He can definitely bring the Forest team back on track."
Evan Doughty was stunned by Twain's comments because the unruly Twain seldom used such blatant flattering words to describe a man, so he searched through world-class managers in his mind.
"Don't tell me it is Mourinho?"
It was the only answer he could think of because the two had similar temperaments and he was the only person whom Twain could think so highly of.
He did not expect Twain to shake his head.
"No, it's not."
He did not explain to Evan why Mourinho was not the man. He just named his candidate.
"It's Dunn."
The name gave pause to Evan. He was not shocked, but... he basically could not recall who this Dunn was.
Twain saw the doubt in his eyes, but it did not mean anything. It was normal that the chairman of a football club could not remember an assistant manager who had left the team eight years ago. At the time, Evan was full of self-importance and was not concerned about the people and things around him.
"Do you still remember when I first brought him to the club and wanted you to give him a job?" Twain slowly recounted the story to Evan. Anyway, it was almost two hours' drive from London to Nottingham, so he had time. The journey was boring, and it was rather interesting to tell stories.
That was when Evan remembered. "That Chinese young man?"
Twain nodded and said, "He started as a regular coach in the youth team and worked as the manager of the youth team, First Team coach and assistant manager of the First Team. He left the club seven-and-a-half years ago to become the manager of Notts County team and now Notts County is ranked midstream in the EFL Championship."
When he heard "Notts County", Evan frowned. When he heard again that it was currently just a midstream team in the English Football League Championship, his frown grew deeper.
Twain naturally took note of Evan's reaction.
"Tony, this man..."
"You don't think he's famous and has an impressive enough resume?"
Evan nodded. It was what he thought. He felt strongly that a manager without prestige could not control the locker room. How many of the managers who had been brought in before could manage the big-name players? Almost none of them could control the locker room, so it became factional and the team fell apart. How could they have the strength to compete? If the manager's resume was not stellar, it meant that there were no brilliant results and it would not impress the public. Neither could it convince him that the team would have a brilliant future in this person's hands. Furthermore, the lack of brilliant results also implied that he did not have enough experience to play big. Nottingham Forest was a Premier League team and its goal was in Europe. Was an English Football League Championship manager able to cope with that level of competition?
"Not all managers need to rely on their own prominence to manage the locker room. It doesn't matter if his resume does not look good because it is easier to draw a better picture on a piece of blank paper," Twain said. "Before I got my first championship trophy, my resume didn't even look as good as Dunn's."
His words were true. Twain's resume really did not look good when he first made his debut. He lost his team's chance of qualifying for the Premier League in the most crucial game. Shortly after, he was sacked and returned to the youth team. Then, when he became Forest's First Team manager again, he had only half a season of First Team coaching experience. However, he still created the most glorious 11 years in the history of Nottingham Forest Football Club.
If Evan had kicked Twain out for not being famous and having a bad resume, perhaps Nottingham Forest would never have had that kind of glory.
"And Dunn is indeed capable enough. He just needs a better stage than Notts County. Think about the Nottingham Derby in January, when his team did well and was ahead of us for 45 minutes. I'm sure he'll do great work for you if he's given time."
"A Chinese man..." Evan was still a little worried and was not willing to be persuaded by Twain just like that.
"What's wrong with that?" Twain raised his eyebrows and added, "Chen Jian is also Chinese, but he is now part of our main force." Actually, Twain was itching to say to Evan:
I am a real Chinese man and Dunn is the true Englishman. If you're unwilling to believe in a Chinese man, it means you don't believe me. Is that it? But I've won so many championship titles...
He certainly could not say such words aloud. Twain only muttered a few remarks in his heart to express scorn for Evan's prejudiced views.
Following which, Evan fell into a long silence. The bus was moving fast and smoothly on the highway, with the players and coaches each doing their own thing. Some people listened to music with headphones on and some took a nap with their eyes closed. Some people even played games with their handheld consoles and cell phones.
Twain adjusted the angle of the back of his seat slightly and leaned back, intending to catch a few winks on the bus. As he had said, he was prone to feeling sleepy. He took the opportunity to get some rest to keep a clear head.
Evan did not seem to pay any more attention to Twain and continued in silence. Twain did not care that the club chairman was next to him either and closed his eyes to sleep right away.
　　※※※
Twain woke up when the bus arrived in Nottingham. He found that Evan Doughty was still sitting next to him. Doughty looked like he waited for him to wake up.
"What's on your mind, Evan?" He asked.
Hearing Twain's question, Evan seemed to rouse himself from deep thought and turned to look at Twain. He said, "I was wondering if your recommended successor would be willing to live in your shadow..."
Twain pulled a face. He had thought about this issue before. To Dunn, this arrangement of his might be a bit overbearing. Twain had always considered problems from his own point of view but did not seem to consider Dunn's. A young manager with little to show for in his resume suddenly wanted to become Tony Twain's successor. Such pressure was enough to overwhelm many ordinary people with poor mental strength.
However, having interacted with Dunn for so long and sharing the same unspeakable secret, Twain was fully convinced that Dunn was not an ordinary man.
"In the first few years, there may be such an influence," Twain muttered, "But it will get better slowly. Take it slow, Evan. The Forest team still has a long, long way to go..."
Evan sighed and knew he was not able to convince the stubborn man next to him.
"Very well. When would be a good time for me to approach him?"
"Wait until the season is about to end. If it's too soon, the groundless talk in the media could cause a needless stir." Twain was very glad that Evan had finally decided to accept Dunn. In that way, he was partially at ease already.
What about the other part?
As the bus pulled into Wilford, Evan patted Twain on the shoulder before getting out of the bus and said, "When do you think it's best to have a press conference, Tony? The club can arrange it for you."
"Erm..." Twain opened his mouth and looked at Evan Doughty's back as he alighted the bus, thinking that he must be feeling pleased for turning the tables...
He thought of the fans, full of anticipation, the banners dancing in the stands. Twain felt that it was much harder to deal with the fans than with the boss...
It was the truth. He had to consider feelings when dealing with the fans...


This is a story about the pursuit of victory.

— "I subscribe only to the theory of victory. I only pursue victory. As long as I am able to obtain victory, I don’t care if it’s total football or counterattack. What is the ultimate goal of professional soccer? In my opinion, it is victory, and the pinnacle of victory is to become the champions. I am a manager. If I don’t wish to lose my job or be forgotten by the people, there’s only one path for me to take, and that is to lead the team in obtaining victories, in obtaining championship titles!”

The main character was not well-liked by people.

— “⋯We conducted a survey which had been deemed by Manager Tony Twain as extremely meaningless. In a random street survey conducted, ninety-three percent of those surveyed chose the option ‘I hate Tony Twain’, while only seven percent chose the option ‘This person is rather decent, I like him’. It is worth noting that nobody chose the option ‘Who is Tony Twain? I don’t know him’. Mark, do you know why Manager Twain felt that our survey was very meaningless?” Parker, a reporter from <The Daily Telegraph> laughed loudly and said when he was being interviewed by BBC.

But there were also people who were madly in love with him.

— “⋯ Became the spokesperson of world-wide famous clothing brands, shot advertisements, frequented the fashion industry’s award ceremonies, endorsed electronic games, has a supermodel girlfriend. His earnings from advertisements exceed his club salary by seventeen times, owns a special column in various print medias, publishing his autobiography (in progress), and is even said that he is planning to shoot an inspirational film based off his own person experiences! Who can tell me which part of his life experiences is worthy of being called ‘inspirational’? Hold on⋯. Are you all thinking that I’m referring to David Beckham? You’re sorely mistaken! I’m talking about Manager Tony Twain⋯.”

He was very knowledgeable about Chinese soccer.

— “⋯ I’ve heard about it, that Bora gifted four books to his manager Mr. Zhu before your country’s national team’s warm up match. After which, the team lost 1:3 to a nameless American team from Major League Soccer. The new excuse that Mr. Zhu gave for losing the match, was that Bora gifted “books” (‘books’ and ‘lose’ are homophones in the Chinese language). Here, I recommend that you guys find out what that one specific book is. Which book? Of course the one that caused you all to score a goal. After that, tell me the title of the book. Before every match, I will gift ten copies of that same book to you. In that case, won’t you all be able to get a triumphant 10:0 win over your opponents every time?” An excerpt taken from Tony Twain’s special column in a certain famous Chinese sports newspaper.

Jeremy Ward had been fascinated with business since he was a kid with a lemonade stand growing up in a poor neighborhood in a suburb of Washington D.C. The cops showed up and shut him and his friends down, gruffly saying they needed a business permit.
He had no idea you needed a permit for such a thing. He was only trying to make enough money to afford to go to summer camp like all the other kids from school.
It was his first taste of the realities of the business world but it was far from his last. His high school offered a few correspondence courses through the community college across the street and he took as many business related ones as he possibly could from the time he was a sophomore.
Jeremy read every article he possibly could from magazines like Forbes and Time trying to learn more about the business world. That was how he had first heard of Aaron Hale.
Not only was he the youngest Fortune 500 CEO to date, he had taken his family's business from a Fortune 15 company to a Fortune 10 company in only a few years. That was no small feat; Jeremy knew how difficult it was for any company to move up in the rankings, especially once they got higher up.
He had no doubt that Hale Investments would make it into the Fortune 5 someday and he wanted to be part of it. Unfortunately, this was easier said than done. A little research into the company told him that almost all of the employees were graduates from Ivy League schools and it generally took a minimum of five years of work experience to even get into any of the lower departments.
His mother told him he would never make it in. Hale Investments' main office was nearly impossible to get a job in. He would be lucky to get a job as a teller or financial advisor in one of the branch offices scattered throughout the country.
But Jeremy was determined. He wanted to make it to the top and meet Aaron Hale to ask him how he did it.
In addition to his community college classes, he spent countless hours studying or volunteering to make his resume look better. He needed to go Ivy League, or at the very least get into a top 20 university.
Everyone—especially his mother—told Jeremy how difficult it would be to get into an Ivy League school considering his background. He had been thrilled to prove them wrong by getting into Yale. It wasn't Harvard, where Aaron Hale went, but it was close enough. It was still Ivy League.
Jeremy chose to major in Economics and Mathematics, figuring it would be his best bet to eventually make it into Hale Investments' coveted analyst department. Cameron Singleton, the current vice president of the company, had started out there according to his LinkedIn profile.
From there he became the head of the analyst department in only five years and became the VP a few short years later. That was practically unheard of based on everything else Jeremy had read about the company.
He couldn't help but wonder how Singleton had done it. He had skyrocketed farther than the average person was capable of in the business world. Jeremy was nearly certain it was because of his close proximity to Aaron Hale.
If he could just get the man to give him a tiny bit of advice he was sure he would be able to build his own empire someday. So he worked hard in college, forgoing things like dating and socializing unless it somehow benefitted his studies. All of his friends were people he had met in study groups.
Though there were a few girls interested in him because of his classic blonde, blue-eyed "All American" look, Jeremy didn't have time for such things. Love got in the way of ambition. He had seen it in his mother.
She fell in love with a truck driver of all people and dropped out of law school to move across the country and be with him. In the end, he left her alone hauling things cross country for weeks at a time and she ended up working as a paralegal. She could have been a lawyer and made more than three times her current salary.
Sometimes Jeremy resented his mother for her lack of forethought. His father was gone so much that he hardly knew the man. Carl Ward was not a man worth looking up to.
Aaron Hale on the other hand…he apparently had four children. They were all still living at home but according to an interview he read they were highly accomplished.
His only daughter was a ballerina who had already danced with the New York City ballet many times over the years. His sons had won various awards for sports and robotics. Not to mention, his wife was a groundbreaking scientist in the field of gene therapy.
That entire family was outstanding! Nothing like his. Jeremy was determined to leave his roots behind and make something of himself in New York.
Toward the end of his junior year of college he attended a career fair. He would need to start applying for jobs within the next six months after all, since he wanted to have a job straight out of school.
There were plenty of financial institutions dotted up and down the east coast that could work as a resume builder but Jeremy wished it was easier to get footing in New York. If he was already there it would be simpler to get a job at Hale Investments' main office when the time came.
Unfortunately, Wall Street was not a place one could get a job straight out of college. Even the brightest of minds needed more work experience.
To his surprise, someone from Hale Investments had set up a booth at the career fair. It was advertising careers working in the branch offices that helped keep it the most trusted financial institution in America. Jeremy wasn't interested in being buried in a branch office but headed over anyway. 


Keeley, a simple plain Jane, hits the jackpot.  [No, she did not win the lottery!]  At least that's what she thinks when she marries the most eligible bachelor in New York City: Aaron, a wealthy cold-hearted heartthrob and Tycoon. 

She wants to show the world that she deserves her position and bends over  backward to fit into his world.

One beautiful day, Aaron hands her a document asking her to sign.  A divorce paper...

"She's pregnant, and I need to take responsibility."

That is the last thing that keeps on playing in her mind before she takes her last breath.

Keeley dies, a 'hit and run'. [End of story.  Not!]

For some unexplainable reason, she wakes up as her younger self.  A young high school girl, around the time when she first meets her cheating husband.

Remembering her life with Aaron before she died, she makes a promise to herself that she will do everything in her power to avoid him at all costs.

Will she be able to keep her promise when Aaron has his own plans as well, specifically for her?  Or will she repeat history and fall for him once more...

Why not journey with me and find out the truth behind their story.

Honey's (P.O.V)

The elevator opened I stepped in, but Sofia didn't follow. "You re not coming?" I asked with obvious worry in my eyes. "I have to get back to work Devon's task isn't close to being done. You can do it Honey. Once you reach the lobby make a left go straight down to main reception and say " I would like to apply for the receptionist position. That's all there is to it leave the rest to me." She explained. The elevator doors started slowly closing I saw Sofia wave and smile before they shut.. I breathed in and out. I was scared and nervous, but I know I can do this. The elevator suddenly stopped, and the doors started to part. I looked at the number realizing it was the 4th floor it stopped at. And my eyes widened at those strong brown eyes and that handsome face that held an expressionless look. He walked in to the elevator and stood away from me. Without looking at me Why did I keep running into him today? I Squeezed my hands in nervousness. Then suddenly someone stopped the elevator doors as it was about to close. The girl walked in her eyes falling on Devon who she stared at as she smiled at him. Her face looked so familiar I couldn't look away. She noticed me staring at her and stared back at me as well. It was so awkward. We started at each other for what seemed like ever. she finally turned away giving her attention to Devon. 
"Mr. Daniels pleasure seeing you again. I've just signed my contract I can't wait to work with your company." She smiled at him then it clicked to me. It was Rose. Adam's ex girlfriend from long ago. She looked more beautiful than ever. her was hair short now she must have cut it and she lost even more weight if that was possible. Now she looked like a real model skinny and starving looking. She grew a pair of breasts or they could be fake, she was flat chested back then. "Do I know you? Why do you keep staring at me?" Her voice rang in my ear snapping back. "I swear Devon do they let just anyone in here? One thing I hate people like this." She scrunched her nose at me as she looked me up and down. I guess one thing that never changed was her nasty attitude. She was still mean as ever. And I thought time would make her humble. I was embarrassed she called me out, but I didn't say anything. And neither did Devon, he was the silent type making him look mysterious and hot. 
 I didn't want her to recognize me that would cause a huge mess.
"I- I'm uh...applying for a job." I stuttered those words out gluing my eyes to the elevator floor. 
"Hah! applying for a job? What can you possibly do here you must be joking right? I don't want to work with this company if this is what you're recruit." She said grabbing a hold of Devon's arm. He pulled away as the elevator doors opened. "Then feel free to cancel the contract you just signed." She said coldly before walking away towards the lobby. Rose and I froze in shock. How could one be so mean I did not see that coming. I smiled holding back the urge to laugh at how he put her in her place. She snapped her head towards me startling me a bit. If looks could kill I would probably be dead already. She spat at my feet before stomping out. I slowly walked out of the room and followed the directions Sofia gave me. Once I reached the main reception, I handed my resume to the pretty young lady sitting down. She looked at me side eye as she held my resume. "You want to apply for reception?" She raised and eye brow looking me up and down just like everyone else did. I nodded. 

She rolled her eyes at me. "I will pass this to HR you may leave now." She said. As I walked away I turned around in time to notice her throwing my resume in the trash. I don't blame her one bit. I would never fit in here. I was kind of relieved as well last person I wanted to see every day was Rose. And that jerk Devon didn't make my life any easier either. I walked out of the building and into my car I rubbed my eyes and couldn't help laughing to my self. My life has really become such a bottomless pit. I drove away and got home. That's when I received a call from Sofia. "Congratulations you got the job check your email." She said with a calm manner. I was beyond confused I didn't know what she was talking about I clearly saw the woman throw my resume in the trash. How did I get the job? 
"Sofia what are you talking about I saw the main reception girl throw away my resume." I explained to her. "I know but I had already sent a copy to HR this morning putting in a good word for you." She said. Now I was kind of puzzled. "Then why did you even bother making me apply in the first place?" I asked the obvious question. I didn't understand if she had already secured the job for me why make me go through all this trouble if I had already gotten the job with none of my effort? I could have avoided this entire mess and embarrassment from the beginning. "I made you do all this because I wanted to break this shy shell you are always wearing. If you want to be a receptionist at Mystro Inc. There is no room for shyness. You won't survive a day here." She said matter-of-factly. She was right I barely survived when I was nearly applying, Imagine I worked their full time. "You will start your first day tomorrow so make sure you are ready." She said with a slight chuckle. After hanging up with her. It was almost time for me to pick up Adam Jr. from school. 
As I drove to the school I had called my mom and told her about my new job that I will be starting tomorrow I even mentioned Sofia and how she helped me get the job. She was over the moon happy for me then she laughed reminding of something. 
"Honey you're no longer a poor single mother that works two jobs anymore. You're living with the rich Adam remember? you don't need to work anymore." She reminded. I knew what she was saying. Adam did spoil me with all the money I could dream of. He never wanted me to work he wanted me to focus on Junior. "I know mom I'm not doing it for the money I'm doing it to gain experience mom you and I both know I need a social life." I lied and laughed. "That is true you need a real office experience. Anytime you need me to watch Junior I'm available." She assured me. That melted my heart. "Thank you mom. Got to pick up Junior talk to you soon." I hung up and drove to the school. I picked up Junior and went home. 

" mommy the teacher wanted me to give you this letter." He handed me a letter as soon as we walked through the doors of our house. Junior ran to his room to read books most kids played with toys, but Junior loved to read and solve mathematical equations. He truly was a genius. I placed the keys down and opened it up. I was amazed. The school wanted me to drop him out and enroll him in a school for gifted children. They suggested Gladly Hill Academy. I've never heard of it before I opened my laptop and searched Gladly Hill Academy. I was so surprised as I read about this prestigious school. They had all different programs for gifted children. Junior was almost five years old and his readying level was already at a high level. He knew his multiplication already and I've never taught him that. He knew big words. I've met his teacher before and suggested I hire him a private teacher so that he would be able to enter a high-end school soon I've never expected this letter to come in so soon. Adam never got the chance to realize how gifted his son was. He didn't spend enough time with him to know he just says, "he's smart he gets that from me". That's all. 

After I closed my laptop I had called Gladly Hill Academy and booked an appointment with them to meet. I was scheduled for next week. My phone rang, and it was Demi. Ignored it not wanting to talk to her. I was still upset about. The other day how she ditched me and took Tasha to buy her wedding dress. She kept calling and I kept ignoring until she got then hint I didn't want to talk. I got a text, but it wasn't Demi. "I'm off work soon mind if I come over, so we can discuss your second step." I read. It was from Sofia. I respond. "Sure thing." I started preparing dinner for Adam Jr. I cooked spaghetti and chicken cutlets it was his favorite meal. He came down had his meal and went back to his room. I started cleaning the house and doing laundry once I was finished I started organizing Adam's shoes and clothes. He tossed his clothes on the floor when he was changing and always made a mess in his closet. He loved coming home to a neat and tidy house. When I first moved in he wanted to bring Martha or hire a maid, but I showed him it wasn't necessary and what a wife should be like.
 After a short while there was knock on the door. I opened it to welcome Sofia who had little Justin with her. I sent Justin to Junior's room I'm sure Junior would be happy to see him. 
Sofia and I sat on the sofa in the living room. "Would you like some tea?" I offered her. "No thanks I'm a wine kind of gal, got any?" She asked. "I'm sorry but I don't drink." Then I remembered Adam had an entire bar down stairs  in the basement i've never really been down there I just briefly go down to clean up what ever mess he makes, it was another place Adam spent most of his time. I quickly walked down to the room and looked around all the expensive looking alcohol bottles amazed me the whole wall was stacked with bottles most I couldn't even pronounce. I looked for wine, but Adam didn't drink wine. He had harsh strong liquor. I grabbed a pretty bottle and walked up the stairs and handed it to her She stared at the bottle with wide eyes. I thought maybe she didn't like it.
 "Sorry but Dark doesn't have any wine.  He has this and lots of scotch was down there." I apologize for being such a bad host. "No, no Honey do you know what this is? Its Pasión Azteca.  It's the most expansive tequila, Its 3.5-million-dollar bottle. Your man sure does drink with class." She said, and I almost dropped the glass cups when she said how much it coasted. What kind of money does Adam have. And I use to think Starbucks was too expensive. I was now hesitating to open the sealed bottle. I wanted to pull it out of her hand and take it back downstairs. 3.5 million? She must be pulling my leg how did one single bottle cost so much money. I was shocked and scared Adam might be mad I let a stranger drink it. But then I remembered why she was here. To help me get revenge. Hurting his pockets wouldn't be so bad after all. I watched her drink with complete satisfaction in her eyes. "This is good, really good." She complemented as she shook the drink around in the cup. I smiled glad she was happy. She placed the cup down and got right down to business giving me a serious look.

 "Your second mission is..."

Honey's mother is getting remarried to a man named Andrew who has an extremly good looking son named Adam. Honey is having trouble adjusting to her new life  but how will she get along with her new famous step brother? never did Honey ever think she would fall in love with him. considering he's younger than her, and he's the son of her mothers fiance. when Adam breaks her heart, Honey sets out on a journey of revenge against Adam she joins the entertainment world with only one mission in mind. to destroy adam hayes. with the help of a new friend she successfully starts off her mission with a bang. 
 Adam hayes leads a secret life. he's a normal guy that likes to have fun. but as soon as that phone call comes in he is the worlds biggest music icon. and every girls heart throb known as the infmouse Dark Scorpion. everywhere he goes he leaves a trail of broken hearts he is considered to be a playboy but when he fell in love he fell hard. he never imagined it to be her.

Next Morning. I found myself at a high school  I look like an 18-year-old high school boy in black high school like uniform so, what I am actually doing here?

" System, tell me again what I am doing here? "

" Master, you will be a teacher. English Teacher at The Kanohoa High School "

English Teacher ??? I am already bad at grammar and you want me to be an English teacher? teach these students ? do you wanna destroy their future? ( I was using magic called translation. I don't think I have to say anything more but still, let me say it for sake of. I was using magic called translation in order to communicate with earthlings )

" I should just lea- " -leave

When I was about left, I sensed a presence just behind- and when I turned around

" Hello Mr. Aoi Kichiro, so you are a new teacher for English ? " she found me, now I can't escape. The principal of Kanohoa High School Kaze Satomi, I am so doomed

" Yeah I think I am, my name is Aoi Kichiro. And you don't have to use an honorific for me"

 

" Let's go to my office and discuss about you and about the job "

She totally gonna ask me lot of questions related to teaching and i don't know anything. System, I feel as if System has betrayed me

In Principal Office

" So, Aoi Kichiro as I read in your resume you don't have any experience in teaching but your academic records are far more better than any teacher at our high school. ( also you don't look like you are 20 years old ) and I wouldn't mind allowing you to teach at our school but there is something that concerns me. "

I knew it system messed up. She will kick me out of here. Or worst report me to police as a suspicious looking guy, come on I mean I look like 18-year-old kid who should be in high school. Not as a teacher but as a student

" What it is Ma'm? "

" Umm, your contact information. Your left it blanks, why is that ? also you didn't write your address in resume ? "

Contact information? There is only one way to contact me. Think about me as hard as you possibly can and with your desire to see me. I will come forward but of course, I can't say that to her

" Sorry but I am a foreigner and came from north - I don't have communication devices like cell phones, I am was also searching for a place to stay but I might have found it now. "

"Oh I see but you are sure? "

-System. should I be sure about ? can I trust you?

-Do not worry master. I have planned everything -Everything going as plan!

-Eh? Plan? what plan ? ------ I hope I can handle your plan.

"yes, I am sure. "

" Oh glad to hear that. "

and after that, she asked me question for two hours and I came to know how scary a lady could be. but I think i dealt with hard part nicely and after that, she told me to buy a cell phone.

I should've bought it before I came here. ( to high school ) it would have saved me a lot of trouble

" Well, then Aoi Kichiro... would you like a tour of our Kanohoa High School? "

a tour? she is asking if I want to see school? and our school? does that mean i can work here?

" Ma'am. does it mean i can teach here? "

" Yes of course. Aoi Kichiro you will be joining Kanohoa High School as a teacher and you can call me Satomi and I am still single. "

And i don't care if you are single or not. she doesn't look scary as before once i talked to her for an hour but still please don't hit on me OLD LADY !

" Then I will take your offer and call you miss satomi. "

" So, Aoi Kichiro let's take a walk around campus "

"Please call me Aoi. "

....

..

The Tour of High School is Done

It took longer than I thought it would and it's evening now. Aha, I also have to walk to home or, I can just teleport.

Near Kohachiga River

" Hey system, I can't see any house near here? " there are fields but not a single house. there is few houses in downhills but, I don't think I can stay here !!

" Don't worry master. you already have bought this land. I also build a house for you "

Since when did I buy it? and building a house?

" Hey, don't go all out and end up building some sort of mansion here! "

" As you wish. normal it is then "

And She builds a nice looking two st-( Two Story, House )

She overdid it, Even if it is little but I wouldn't complain to her. After all, now i have a place to stay

I didn't even bother to check house properly and went to sleep. Hoping that no one would complaint about a house suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

I hope

Next Morning.

Ahh, I had a really good sleep. ( I don't need to sleep or eat but ) Now, I would like to look around my new house.

4 Bedrooms + A bed in each room + farnichar, on the 2nd floor

1 Bathroom + Bathtub / Not Attached to bedroom on the 1st floor

There is nothing much on the 1st floor some farnichar with dining table.

And that is all of house

Now I should head to Kanohoa High School ( i will be teaching English there. )

I took my time to get ready, I mean this is my first day at job

; Thus, A God Becomes a teacher but how's his first day gonna turn out ? ;

A Short Story About A god.. who has lost his title and don't have much time left

He was searching for a peaceful place to spent his remaining time, when he came upon a high school girl called Ayushi

-Hogwarts Castle - Great Hall : Breakfast - Day 2 of Exams -

"...Healer Stonewood over at Saint Mungo's tells me that repeated obliviations like that are something of a mixed bag. They think my memories will either sort themselves out and come back in time or…" I frown slightly, and shrug helplessly. "...far more likely, they won't. In which case…" I sigh, "I guess I'll just have to make the most of it, seeing as there's apparently," I gesture halfheartedly at nothing in particular and let some frustration seep into my voice, "nothing I can do about it." I leave the small scowl on my face for a brief moment before shrugging again and going back to nearly Hufflepuff levels of upbeat. "So I'm trying to start as I want to go on, you know?" I shake my head ruefully with a helpless chuckle. "It helps that the DMLE seems to be taking the whole thing very seriously and I at least have a name to go off now."

I take sip of my juice, prolonging the break in narration and giving me an opportunity to try and get a read on my audience.

Judging from the bit of extra distance he's maintaining, I'd say Ron still seems uncomfortable with my presence. I think I'll survive the disappointment. I do note, however, that he's not letting his discomfort stop him from eating his fill. Or from paying attention to my tale of Professor Lockhart's many vile deeds. 'Always knew there was something wrong with that bloke,' indeed.

Harry seems to have warmed a bit to the idea of being cousins. In retrospect I'm not sure how it never occurred to me that growing up with Dudley might have put him off cousins as a whole, but even if the boy weren't broadcasting his thoughts in the clear, I like to think I'd have been able to piece together where his initial frown stemmed from. Eventually. How fortunate for me that being as un-Dudley-like as possible requires changing absolutely nothing about myself. I'm somewhat less sure what to make of his extreme distaste for being the center of attention. I mean, given his upbringing, I guess it makes a fair amount of sense, but that doesn't make it any less unhelpful. Again, I suppose it's fortunate that my adopted persona seems well suited to sucking all the attention out of a room, leaving him to his own devices. Doesn't help me figure a way to cure his modesty though as it was never an affliction I suffered.

The twins look morbidly fascinated while Hermione looks incensed on my behalf. The three of them are also giving off the sort of vibes one might expect from a scientist eyeing a particularly intriguing specimen, albeit for somewhat different reasons I suspect.

Most interesting of all though, is the confirmation coming from the head table that they were indeed listening in. Unsurprising considering that the Great Hall is currently the closest I've ever heard it to silent during a meal, which is to say that there's a lot of whispering and shushing going on. Everyone seems to be listening in. Well, I suppose it's possible the professors are all animatedly discussing something else entirely behind that sound dampening spell that Severus tossed up shortly after my tale reached the 'drive the bus in circles over Lockhart's corpse' phase. But I'd say it's unlikely given how often they tend to shoot pointed glances our way. I stubbornly resist the urge to wave cheekily at Albus, but it's a near run thing.

"So," I force my attention back to my own table, "as I was saying before I got side-tracked… There I was, ass end of nowhere and not even knowing my own name, but I had a wand in my hand and I knew magic." I let my eyes slide over to Hermione as I practically sigh that last word with a reverence that is entirely genuine. "It was weird. I mean a part of me still seems to balk at magic being real." I snort. "A part that keeps expecting to wake up in a hospital somewhere and find out I hit my head or something and this has all been some sort of fever dream." I pause a moment, until I catch that flicker of recognition from Hermione and my brother. Every Muggle-raised student knows exactly what I mean. Even Mother, albeit we got over it long before our Hogwarts letter arrived. Getting to experience it anew as the reality of my newfound freedom sank in was one of the things that really reinforced the notion that I was my own person now. "In the end it didn't too much matter though. I wasn't about to let myself starve to death just because my situation seemed fantastical. I had little idea of how to survive on my own the muggle way, but it turns out that line of sight apparition and transfiguration will cover a multitude of sins in that regard. Or so I figured." I groan theatrically, leaning forward to rest my face on my hands with my elbows on the table. "Merlin's pants I was an idiot."

Glancing around, I have to wonder if some of the consternation visible at the head table stems from how heavily I'm leaning on traits I'm sure come from father's side of the merger. Charming and charismatic though Mother may have been, and a skilled orator to boot; an avid storyteller he was not, and the self deprecating style I'm using was certainly not one he'd have adopted were he to try and fake it.

Albus can't possibly have missed the family resemblance, but seeing me sitting here looking happy as a Badger Firsty must be a bit of shock.

"I woke up 'knowing' how to do magic, right?" I add the air quotes for good measure. "I built that cabin McGonagall found me in one transfiguration at a time. Did all my own charm work to keep it warm and dry. Cool, right?" I wait for the nods of agreement. "...But… " I smile and shake my head, "as it turns out, not everything worked as I expected. A few weeks in I was working on the more fiddly bits of getting the plumbing to produce hot water when I found that what I could clearly remember producing hot water…" I let my face go slack, and my smile slide off. "...wasn't. I found a bunch of little things like that that didn't quite line up with what I remembered."

"So?"

"Well, on top of being subjected to an utterly miserable shower experience while I worked out what was wrong… You have to remember that by this point I had been apparating everywhere like it was going out of style for weeks." Hermione's eyes widen rather comically as she connects the dots a half step ahead of the others. I give a theatrical shudder as I continue, "If I'd made my discovery another way, while apparating for example; they'd likely still be finding pieces of me all along the Appalachian Trail. There's a reason they only have you go six feet or so when you're first learning how to do it. Keeps the splatter to a minimum." I let my amused laughter fade to a frown. "At least that's how I remember them teaching it. There's no actual record of me ever taking the classes so it's hard for one to say who's memories of learning to apparate I have shoved into my head. I'm just very thankful those are part of the set that work."

As if able to sense that I had reached a good stopping point- which I suppose is possible given, you know, Hogwarts- the castle's bells began to toll, indicating that it was time to head to class. Or, in the case of myself and the Fifth Years, our OWLS.

Grabbing the Daily Prophet off the table to use as a prop as I stand up, I frown down at it for a moment before looking at my brother and his friends. "I seem to have gotten caught up in my own story and never actually got to answer your question in any real detail." I scratch at my chin and feign thought. "If I haven't bored you all immensely to the point of being sick of me, we could carry on tomorrow?"

-Hogwarts Castle - Hallways Near Flitwick's Office : After That Day's Exams -

"The hell?" I pause, scratching my face as I stare at the intersection a few meters ahead of me as the screaming starts to fade into the distance. It's been a while, but I think seeing a Ravenclaw- maybe a second or third year... girl?- run by with a glowing green bat chasing her is still an unusual occurrence even by Hogwarts standards.

Taking a step forward, I spot another girl, even smaller than the first and in Gryfindork robes this time, run by and- Ah. Ginevra Weasley. I sigh contentedly, life makes sense again.

Nodding to myself, I resume my trek towards Flitwick's office only to walk straight into a third small girl as we both come round the same corner in opposite directions.

Simply knocking her on her arse alone wouldn't be embarrassing enough, I have to then trip over her and wind up sprawled out on top of the tiny waif of a thing. Ungh.

Picking myself up off the ground, and noting the myriad portraits watching us closely, I go to offer her sheepish hand up when I make note of the girl's earrings.

Small girl?

Blonde hair?

Silvery blue eyes?

Close proximity to an enraged Ginny Weasley?

Radishes worn as earrings?

Why hello there, Miss Lovegood.

"Sorry about that, Little Miss. I'm afraid I let myself get a touch distracted."

If she's at all bothered by being knocked over, you'd never know it. I can't seem to get a read on her, and I'm a bloody legilimencer. The girl just smiles up at me serenely before taking my proffered hand up. Once returned to an upright position, she nods at me agreeably. "Hmmm… yes, the wrackspurts have a way of doing that."

"Ah." I glance pointedly down the hallway Ginny and her prey went down. "Is that what that thing I saw chasing the other girl down the hall was?"

"Oh, no." Luna giggles. "That was Ginny's Bat Boogey Hex. She's quite good at it."

"I see. Now, I may regret asking this, but do you know why Miss… Ginny… was chasing the girl through the hallways?"

"To get my trainers back."

"Uhhh…" I glance down at her feet. "You appear to already be wearing- Hmmm… they do perhaps look a touch big for you."

"Oh, these are Marietta's. She has bigger feet than I do."

"...Marietta?" Name sounds familiar...

Luna just nods at me, but then glances down the hall Ginny ran down.

A suspicion arises in my mind. "And why are you wearing Marietta's shoes?"

"Ginny said I should wear them until she returned mine."

"I… see…" Suspicion confirmed. "That's alright then, I suppose." I nod at her, forced smile fixed firmly on my face. "Carry on." I watch for a moment as she starts tottering off, her overlarge shoes flopping about on her- "Miss Lovegood?"

"Hmmm?" She turns around, smiling.

"Would you like me to transfigure them smaller for you?"

"Oh, no. I quite like the way they sound."

Sure enough, as she spins around and resumes making her way slowly down the hall, I can make out a slapping noise not unlike a muted version of the noise you hear when one runs in flip flops.

Hmmm… If I'm going to continue to act the good Samaritan, I should probably mention all of this to Flitwick during our meeting. Costs me nothing and will add one more spoke in Albus's wheels as he tries to decide what to make of my parselmouth self.

Decision made, I resume my journey down the hall, keeping an eye out for any further self propelled tripping hazards as I go.

Not my novel I only uploaded it here for the purpose of listening to it on the audiobook feature.

The author is a student currently attending Notre Dame university, Screen name is Fleeceem44. He is part of a private chat group consisting of ppl whom try to combine they're favorite fanfiction novels into one while tweaking then a bit.

The credit goes to the original authors of the novels used, for this particular remix I want to give credit to 

Jacobapples who wrote the novel 'Broken reflections'
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12977048/2/

ORFgrunt who wrote the novel 'Till the gates of hell'
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11327757/1/Till-the-gates-of-hell

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