Kim Se-Jun adalah robot pekerja yang mirip manusia. Orang-orang di pabrik memanggilnya HMD07, merupakan singkatan dari humanoid dengan angka seri sesuai urutan pembuatan. Ia diberitahu bahwa sebenarnya para HMD memiliki nama dan keluarga, termasuk dirinya. Robot seri terakhir itu pun setuju untuk menyelinap keluar dari pabrik demi mencari keluarga yang dimaksud.

Sayangnya sebuah ledakan terjadi di lumbung padi, tempat mereka bersembunyi. Ke tujuh humanoid mengalami rusak parah, hanya Se-Jun yang selamat dari ledakan besar tersebut. Muncul rasa benci dalam diri Se-Jun, ia bertekad untuk mencari siapa yang telah meledakan lumbung sehingga menewaskan rekan-rekannya.

Sampai takdir mempertemukannya dengan seorang aktris sekaligus idol bernama Jung Se-Rin, dan terlibat kontrak kerja sebagai bodyguard-nya.


Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
Who's the BADDEST of them all?

The SSG President of the Academy Vs. The Basketball Captain of E-State University. Who do you think will win?

Let's Play A Game
Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the next player of them all?

A Bollywood actor, Shekhar, had put on many costumes and characters to become the most reputed actors. He has given his heart and sole to become the character and he takes on the personality of each of his characters. But he soon faces his own personality on the mirror, and the thought of seeing himself as yet another character is leading him towards his downfall in his acting career.

"Dianne walks into the room...it seems like it hasn't been opened for a long time. Cobwebs hang from the walls and a musty smell lingers about. There in the other corner of the room, a tall, dusty mirror leans against the wall..."
When Dianne finds a hidden room in the basement of her house, she discovers a mirror with a terrible secret. Will Dianne be able to escape the mirror's evil whispers?

... 

It was already dark outside when I woke up from my short slumber. I stretched my arms and gazed at the mural painted on the ceiling. 
The painting spoke so much of the past that I think I should remember but I couldn't. I tapped my forehead as a habit in trying to wrack my brain of any sort of memory and gasped upon realizing that there was a bandage sitting across my temple.
I forgot my injury! 
Silly me! 
I sighed and rose up.
I turned around and appreciated the soft comfortable mattress, the fresh smelling linens and cuddly pink pillows enveloping my dead-tired body.
"It was a nice sleep." I said before I stood up and glided my way to the walk-in closet. 
It was nice. Really nice.
No! Nice was an understatement.
That grey door at the corner of the bedroom was in each and every girl's daydream.
As I turned the knob, I was greeted by a number of organized racks of fancy dresses arranged by colors and shades; on my left was a tall wall-mounted shelves of branded bags and limited edition signature shoes.  There were a couple of dresser drawers sitting sharply on the other side that keeps those stunning pieces of jewelry, luxurious fragrances, latest make-ups and other fancy stuff safe and in place.
This is another level of a dream!
I felt that I some kind of entered a mini luxury department store and that I can try on anything I want without being chased out by the sales lady or by the security.
"Impressive!"
Could this room be previously owned by a duchess, or by a princess, perhaps?
I walked in and glanced at the glass-top dresser standing at the center of the room. My eyes sparkled as I gazed at the little fringe tiara sitting securely at the middle of the glass display. I couldn't count how many stones and diamonds I've seen in there but it was beautifully crafted for a princess. The graduated diamond posts, having the tallest in the center and descending in size were separated by narrower posts of stones in different shapes. It exudes simplicity yet grandeur at the same time. 
It was a total beauty.
I searched for a knob or a pull to open the drawer but there was none. 
What a shame! If only I could try it on and feel like a princess even once in my lifetime but the drawer was locked somewhere from the inside. 
I just settled gazing at it for a few moments before I headed out to the bathroom. 
The bathroom was on a whole different level from the walk-in closet. The rich sense of vanilla tickled my nose as I made my way to the giant bathroom. There I saw a shining white tub with golden rims and diamond studded tub faucets sitting as the focal point of the room. 
Three parallel full-length silver bordered mirrors were installed on the left side while two three-tier wall-mounted shelves were hooked in between them. Sitting across the room was a stunning white double sink atop a rectangular wall-mounted floating grey vanity. Four compartments were inside the two soft closing drawers where a pile of clean, fresh towels and linens were stored. There was a frameless mirror medicine cabinet with two doors mounted above the sink.
Just beside the countertop sink was the toilet and the frameless sliding glass towards the contemporary and ergonomically designed shower area. The bathroom fixtures were all sleek and modern in design. Beside the shower glass door was the freestanding towel stand, laundry hamper and floating wall shelves where other bathroom vanities were properly organized.
The tub was the core of the bathroom but the crystal chandelier hoisted above it was the real show-stealer. Like the fringe tiara I saw earlier, the well-decorated chandelier houses different sizes and shapes of yellow and white round cut diamonds. 
"What a beauty!"
My eyes travelled around the whole room and everything around me was screaming elegance, luxury, and sophistication. When I turned to the full-length mirror and saw my own reflection, my face was suddenly flooded with disgust and pity.
"What a minger!"
I got my crimson locks all disheveled, my face so pale, my eyebrows a mess, my lips chapped, my skin totally dry. I stretched my gray pull over and shook my tired legs under my black ripped jeans.
"You need a good bathing, Ruth!" I said with finality before I excitedly walked across the marbled-floor and sat by the side of the tub. I veered one of the tub faucets and a steamy clean water flowed out and quickly filled the tub.
"Oh! This is life!" I exclaimed as I emerged from the water-filled tub, bubbles covering my body from chest down. I grabbed my glass of wine I earlier found inside one of the cabinets and enthusiastically sipped on it. My clothes were randomly scattered on the floor. 
Oh well! No one's ever going to enter my room, anyway.
"Did I lock the door, though?"
I shrugged off the idea and took another sip of wine. I lifted my legs at the bottom edge of the tub when I felt I hit something and it fell to the water. 
"A remote?" I looked on it and indeed it was some sort of a remote control. I pressed the red button in the middle and squealed out a little when a familiar song echoed within the four walls of the bathroom.
"Who knows how long I've loved you…You know I love you still. Will I wait a lonely lifetime if you want me to I will…For if I ever saw you, I didn't catch your name, but it never really matter, I will always feel the same."
"What's with this song?"
Matt played this song in his apartment yesterday when we first met and he listened to it last night too while we were on the train.  
Yet this time, it wasn't a girl's voice singing over a ukulele, it was a man's voice singing while playing his acoustic guitar.
"Love you forever and forever, love you with all my heart. Love you whenever we're together. Love you when we're apart."
Hmm…His voice sounded overly familiar. An inner voice kept telling me that I heard that voice somewhere.
Somehow, that soothing singing voice made me feel at ease as if every line and every strum caress my soul, like every letter and every tune strokes my heart with kindness and yearning.
I pressed the volume up, closed my eyes and let my heart listened to it. The song was nice but it was the manly deep voice of the unknown singer that touched my heart and made it collapsed like a melted ice cream in the middle of the summer's scorching heat. 

…

"And when at last I find you; your song will fill the air…"
Marcus paused on his way to the corner room and turned to the closed door on his left. He can hear the faint melody coming from her room. It was that song. She was playing that song.
He stood outside her door and quietly listened to it.
"Love you forever and forever, love you with all my heart. Love you whenever we're together. Love you when we're apart."
"And when at last I find you; your song will fill the air. Sing it loud so I can hear you, make it easy to be near you. For the things you do endear you to me, Ohh... you know I will…"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
"Ruth!"
In a snap, Marcus found himself inside the bedroom with his eyes busy searching for her. 
"Ruth! Where are you?!" 
"In here!" A fainted voice came from the bathroom. 
Without having any second thought, Marcus crossed the room and sprinted towards the closet.
There, he found her body lying on the floor in a very awkward position. Her naked body was leaning against the cold marble floor while her scattered clothes were on the floor.
"What happened?"
"Get me a towel, first!" She screamed cramming which body part she should cover first using her arms.
Marcus grabbed a clean pink robe from the stand and tossed it over her nakedness. He hesitantly turned around and waited for her.
"Can you get up?" There was a hint of worry in his voice.
"Look away!"
"I'm not looking!" He gagged. 
"Just don't look, okay?" Her voice trailed off a bit. 
He was worried if she hurt herself again.
"Okay." He raised his two arms as a sign of defeat.

She liked him first. He never liked her back. She stalked him. He hated her. She loved him. He never loved her until that incident happened that made him fall for her like crazy. She moved on. He won her back. They got married and lived happily after.

So what's the twist?

She forgot everything about him.
Now it's his time to make her like him again. To stalk her. To make her fall for him all over again. To win her heart back again. 

Will Mr. Hughes, the wifeless husband finally make Ruth, his forgetful wife come around for the second time?

I sit up panting, soaking wet with sweat. My hair is sticking to my face, and my bedsheets are on the floor of my room.
"Thank goodness it was just a dream," I sigh, "A super creepy dream."
"What dream?" A male voice questions from behind.
My body goes numb. That wasn't a dream? Is the man with the cloak back to finish what he began? Was I kidnapped? My whole body trembles as I turn to look, ready to scream my lungs out for help.
"Ugh, are you serious? Jake!" I yell.
The voice belongs to one of my older brothers, not a creepy dude with a hot accent who's about to murder me. He's sitting with his legs crossed on my white lounge chair, a half-read book in his hands.
He raises his eyebrows in question. "What? Did I do something wrong?"
I slam my fist down on the sleep killing contraption on top of my bedside table. My entire body hurting as I crawl out of bed and walk to my window. Drawing the velvet curtains back, I close my eyes and feel the heat of the sunlight on my skin. It feels good to be alive!
"Did you get lost?" I ask.
"Nope," He replies nonchalantly.
"Then what are you doing in my room?"
"Sitting. Catching up on some reading."
I sigh. "I can see that. Now, leave."
He stands up, book still in hand, and while taking off his glasses, says, "Fine, but next time you have a bad dream, don't call me."
"As if I'd ever call you," I mutter under my breath.
"You did. Almost woke up the entire house with your screaming," He says as he exits my room.
"Great, it's gonna be one of those days," I sigh grabbing the towel hanging outside of my bathroom.
My bathroom is probably one of the best you'll ever see. It has a frameless, glass shower with dimmed blueish-purple lights above the showerhead, giving it a soothing glow; a flower-shaped in floor bathtub decorates the middle of the room. To the left, there's a round floating sink with a large, oval-shaped mirror-lamp mounted on the wall. A white, floating toilet sits next to it on the left. And of course, I can't forget to mention the wide in-wall tv on the right wall. If you didn't know, now you do: I'm filthy rich!
"Aahh!" I scream, looking at my reflection.
I. AM. A. MESS.
Puffy eyes, red nose, and hair stuck on my face like I've been running a marathon. As I walk closer to the mirror, the door suddenly flies open, revealing a frantic looking Shain with a bat in hand and his bored-looking twin Axdrel not far behind. He marches into the bathroom, searching for any potential threats. He looks under the sink, behind the window curtain, even in the tub, giving up when he doesn't find anything that could harm me.
Quickly turning around, he questions, "Rouge, why did you scream when there is absolutely nothing wrong?"
Crossing my arms, I lean against the sink and stare up at him. I mean, he can't be serious. Did he suddenly go blind? I point at my hair and face and say with as much attitude as I can produce this early in the morning, "Um, I'm sorry but have you SEEN the way I look?"
He stares at me with a gaping mouth, misbelief written all over his face, then at Axdrel, then back at me. Closing his emerald blue eyes, he pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath.
Through clenched teeth, he growls, "So what you're telling me is that there's NOTHING wrong. You just happen to look like you've rolled around in a dumpster all night. And. . .THAT'S why you screamed bloody murder!"
Giving him one of my best eye rolls, I answer, "Uh, yeah. And wipe that 'I-wanna-kill-you' look, from your face 'cause you know that you spend endless hours in front of the mirror doing nothing but stare at that ugly mug you call a face every morning."
He holds up his hand, "Did you just DARE call me disfigured?"
Just goes to show how much they actually listen to me. Although I did call him ugly, the truth is that Shain is actually a hot guy. Standing at 6'2'', olive-skin, emerald blue eyes, almost white, blond hair, and a lean swimmer's body, most people fill his ego calling him gorgeous. His twin Axdrel, on the other hand, is 6'4'', has pale skin, exotic green eyes, jet-black hair, and unlike Shain, has a more muscular build. Axdrel is what a ton of people call a hot, walking sex god. Don't ask me why, the nickname says it all.
Of course, to me, they're just the most annoying pair of brothers. 
"I didn't. But if that's what you heard, it must be for a good reason"
Maybe I went a little too far. I may not have died in my dream, but I might now!
"Why you little―"
"Alright, I've had enough," Axdrel intervenes before Shain can reach me and do any actual harm. He stands with his back to me, facing his twin. With his left hand, he tightly grabs Shain's forearm, and with the right, he pushes at his chest, trying to get him out the door. But he's not budging. Axdrel steps closer and whispers something in his ear, too low for me to hear. After deep consideration, with an exasperated sigh, Shain storms off.
"What'd you say to him?" I ask while picking up the towel I had dropped without notice.
Axdrel just smiles and pats my head like I'm some sort of child that doesn't understand anything. "It's not anything that you need to worry about. Now, get ready before everyone leaves, and you're stuck without a ride to school," he says walking out.
I close my eyes and lean against the closed door. Let's just hope today gets better.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
And that's life with a bunch of weird older brothers.
I don't think I've introduced myself yet, my name's Rouge Haden-Zotkin. I'm the only female in my family. I'm also the only one out of all of my siblings that has both my father's and my mother's last name. The reason? I'll tell you. I have 16 older brothers, yep, you heard right, 16 older brothers. Mom and dad sure had a lot of fun. Half my brothers look more like my mother, and the other half looks more like my father.
So, what my parents did, for some odd reason, was split their last names between both halves. The ones with my mother's traits were named Haden, and the rest got Zotkin. I have both my father's features and my mother's feminine looks so, I got both. Weird, right?
Now that we're done with my family's silly last name story, let's continue with my life.

Note: Statements in () are translated from the French language.

She stopped walking and faced me, she looked too serious, lacking a single smile, and her eyes glazed over. I knew I needed to stop talking or change the topic, and to stop talking did not sound to me like the best option. I needed to talk about something riveting, something to restore smiles to her face.

We began climbing the most beautiful staircase I had ever set my eyes on. The staircase had purple lights illuminating from the risers and threads, the banister and handrail had gold filigree all over it, and there was a large mirror with an ornate gold frame on the wall at the landing. 


(Hey! Why are we going upstairs? I know your guest room is downstairs.)


(We are going to my dad's room to say hello to my dad.)


(Oh! Really? How about your dad say something like 'yo Young man! So you the one keeping my beautiful, sexy, thick angel so late? You are under arrest for mishandling of the minister's only daughter' then he puts me in handcuffs and hands me over to the cops?)

She stopped moving forward and revised, then she walked so close to me smiling, and she clung he fingers to mine, we looked at ourselves in the mirror on the wall at the landing. She swung her Hans around my waist line clinging on to my body; her chest rubbing mine.


(Beautiful, sexy, thick angel and her handsome, cute, slender guardian angel. No one can do that to you baby; not under my watch.)


(Alright abby) 

We disengaged and began walking the last stairs. We arrived at a wide passage with frameless mirrors on every part of the wall, then we stopped at a golden fancy pricey door which I guessed was Mr Enzo's. I looked at myself in the mirror and just then I realized that dressing like a mafian was a bad idea and I thought about what changes I could make. I quickly pulled off my jacket and placed it on my forearm, then I thought about all that uncle Tega taught Jade and I about talking with a cop; I knew it was high time I put those teachings into practice.

Just right about then the door opened, and Mr Enzo stood right before us smiling as he opened his arms to receive his daughter, the door closed behind me automatically.


(My sweet girl! I have been waiting for you to come back so I can get some rest. I have got a busy day ahead.)


(I am so, so, so sorry daddy.)

Mr Enzo, a brown skinned aged man of about fifty years, a bit potbellied. He was on a flat top hairstyle just like mine which helped relax my nerves; he was moderately bearded and at about my height. He wore a gold colored night clothes and a pair of brown slippers. 

I felt left out of the play for centuries. So, I slowly changed my position in other to be noticed.

"Hello Mr Enzo!"

"Hello sonny! How are you doing?"

"I am doing great and you?"

"Oh! I am okay, just a bit pooped and needs some rest."


(Um! Dad, this is Sam, my friend, he was the celebrant.)

"Ah! The Tega's boy, am I correct?"

"Yes you are, Mr Enzo."

"Happy birthday son."

"Thank you."


(Um! Dad, he understands French; he was the best in French classes back in highschool.) 

"Son of a gun!"
(You understand the French language?)


(Yes I do.)


(Your mom French?)


(No.)


(Your dad?)


(Not at all.)


(So! how did you?)

He walked to a large golden locker at the extreme of the room, rummaging through it for what I could not guess.


(Um I enjoyed the French language a lot and wished to learn it at all cost, even though it kind of sounded so complex; but like my mom will always say "love it, and you will do it better". I loved the French language and I learned it better. Moreover, some English words are borrowed from the French language.)

He returned with a bottle of MOET wine in his right hand and a box of choccies in his left hand, he handed them over to me.


(That is such an enthusiastic story to hear son; I am staggered. This bottle of wine is your birthday gift and this box of choccies is for being a wonderful kid. I hope to chat with you again.)


(Thank you so much, Mr. Enzo. I appreciate it.)


(You welcome son. Maribel, show him to the guest room, and please get him to comfort.)


(Okay. Good night dad.)

They kissed each other chastely on the cheeks. 


(Goodnight Mr. Enzo!)


(Goodnight son!)

Maribel and I descended the stairs chatting and laughing. Maribel never thought that I could put up such astounding performance in there, and neither did I. We walked through a cozy quiet passage and stopped at a silver decorated door - the guest room. Maribel twisted and pulled the knob to open the door. She switched ON the lights to expose the beauty of the room.

"Okay baby boy! Make yourself very comfortable. You can take your shower, watch television, listen to music, read a fanzine, or anything you want to do."

"So, where you gon be at baby?"

She moved closer to me again, groped through my thighs for my cock, and rubbed it gently with her fingers. I quickly chucked all that I had in my hands on the bed, and grasped her sexy thick ass, and massaged it calmly.


(I will be gone, freshen up. We've got hours handsome. I will be with you soonest.)


(Okay beautiful. Do not keep your guest so uncomfortable, your dad warned.)

"Woe betide anyone who does. See you in a few, sweetheart."

"You too sexy sexy."

She left shutting the door behind her. I had a quick shower for just two minutes and I was out of the bathroom wearing just a PUMA boxers. I switched ON the television and the CNN news was on display; I had to just mute the television. I picked up my phone from the table and connected it to the Sony music player, then played a music playlist consisting of songs from: Trey Songz, Jacquees, Omarion, Usher, Tory Lanez, Loudtrips, R Kelly and Partynextdoor . I titled the playlist 'sex playlist'.

I took out a half filled bottle of 'loud' and a piece of Raw rolling paper from my jacket and slowly rolled a joint, then I rummaged through my pockets for my lighter and finally found it. I sat in the recliner, lighted up my 'jay' and began smoking. I moved my body slowly to the rhythms of the melodious sound as it overwhelmed the room through the music player. 

There was a slight noise behind the door for few seconds, and the door opened widely.


Hello guys!
Did you know that the chills you get when you listen to music, are mostly caused by the brain releasing dopamine while anticipating the peak moment of a song?



Samson Frodd popularly known as Loud in this contemporary male leading romance, goes through an unconscious transition of spreading love to spreading legs. Samson is what the lover boy is called, while Loud is what the playboy is called.

Loud attends his homeboy and new friend's birthday party at the Cave City where he meets quite a pretty,  properly shaped and captivating Melanie (Ashley), of whom he claims to be the one.

COULD SHE BE THE ONE?

For 2 days and nights, Tang Xiu had been in deep thought. He constantly altered and changed the concocted pill formulas in his mind and was finally able to compose a few formulas that could be implemented on Earth.
However, the costs for the products were in line with the manufacturing process, products’ marketing, running the company, and other company management aspects that made Tang Xiu baffled.
Tang Xiu’s past incarnation had long been used to being a lone wolf. He had his servants take care of everything he needed to the point that he only handled his own matters and cared for nothing else.
But in his current lifetime, not only did Tang Xiu have very few friends, he also had no servants, causing him to feel a kind of helplessness, as if his hands and feet were tied.
Although Banshou, Dingzi, and the others were available for him to use, but Tang Xiu didn’t think that these people would have the ability to help him manage his own company.
“It seems like I have to start headhunting for my company or take the initiative to find talented people. However, gaining trust would waste too much time.” Tang Xiu sighed as he continued writing and painting on the paper.
In these 2 days, he had written and painted several thick blank papers in his notebook. When later he realized that painting in his own notebook was only wasting them, he even used the blank exam papers on his desk to write and paint his thoughts.
“Eldest Brother, have you ran into trouble? Are you worried about the College Entrance Test?” Whilst grabbing the painted papers Tang Xiu was drawing, Yuan Chuling seemed to have been drowned in anxiousness as he asked with a worried expression.
“I am planning to rob the bank, do you want to join me?” Recalling those fast-sh*tty-rotten ideas for making money Yuan Chuling had given him, Tang Xiu blasted his instakill reply over to Yuan Chuling.
Having heard it, Yuan Chuling blushed with shame as he smiled, before he replied immediately, “Eh, if you’re really short on money and is rushed, you could really make money that way though. Besides, apart from robbing and gambling, it’s not easy to play in other businesses, since it needs a lot of money and experience.”
“I know that. Anyways, I’m just bored and painted out of boredom. Hey, you’re busy with your study, off with ya!” Tang Xiu pushed him and then continued lowering his head and painted.
Suddenly, Tang Xiu felt a dazzling ray shoot at his face, causing him to frown immediately.
Had it been for an average person, being hit by a light from a glass reflection definitely wouldn’t make them startled, since it was in broad daylight after all. The sun was scorching outside and some people might perhaps play with a mirror or switch the window, causing the sunlight to be reflected onto their body, of which would be deemed as a normal occurrence for them.
However, after Tang Xiu had completed his first cultivation sub-stage, his five senses, as well as Spiritual Sense, was strengthened by numerous times. To the point that he was just like a video camera that was able to completely capture all scenes in a radius of 100 meters inside his mind.
Tang Xiu knew that the touch of light on his face was the sunlight’s reflection. What made him frown was because he sensed that the sunlight’s reflection was strange.
He felt strange because it happened too early in the morning as he was also sitting by the window and the sun was shining on him. In fact, apart from the students who were sitting by the window and a few students who were still outside, it was almost impossible for the sunlight to shine down on the other Class 10’s students.
What made Tang Xiu feel strange was that, because he was perfectly aware that the reflected sunlight was coming from the West, whilst this classroom’s western side was not being shined on by the sun at the moment. Not to mention that this school classrooms’ building was a 10-storey high building and basically would overshadow the residential buildings around it. It was impossible to have sunlight reflection from the residential building below it.
With his lightning fast eye movement, Tang Xiu was able to figure out the direction where the sunlight reflection came.
Tang Xiu saw a devilishly handsome man holding a binocular and gazing toward his classroom’s direction. He was focused on his desk mate, Yuan Chuling.
“Peeping? Surveillance? Or maybe it’s just a coincidence?” Tang Xiu turned vigilantly in an instant as a touch of coldness flashed across his eyes.
Tang Xiu took back his vision and continued to draw on the exam paper. But the corner of his eyes swept toward his right side from time to time to see the movements of those people upstairs in that residential building.
“Holy f*ck!!! Tang Xiu couldn’t have found me, could he?” Almost at the same time, Tang Xiu found that the transvestite man, he also saw that Tang Xiu looked at his eyes. He couldn’t help but suddenly exclaim.
“B*tch! You’re thinking too much! It is 1000 meters away from that building. You can see that Class 10’s classroom due to using binoculars, but Tang Xiu has no binoculars. How the hell is he able to see us?” The moment the transvestite shouted, the frameless glasses man ridiculed him. The transvestite then thought for awhile and realized that he really had thought too much. He felt relieved and continued to monitor Tang Xiu’s actions and movements again.
When the transvestite found that Tang Xiu only glanced at his direction, he retracted back his vision and no longer looked at his direction. He subconsciously felt relieved and a self-mocking smile was revealed on his face, “Sh*t, students these days are really forgetful. It’s only been a day since such the big incident happened, but they have completely forgotten about it today, and are fully occupied with their study as though nothing happened.”
“Then, why don’t you remind them again?” The frameless glasses man repeatedly stroke on a keyboard before he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
The second the frameless glasses man dialed the number, Class 10’s Tang Xiu got up, making Yuan Chuling, Cheng Yannan, and the other students confused, because he directly left the classroom.
For everything, it might be better late than never, but it was much better to prevent things before it happened.
A torch was ablaze in Tang Xiu eyes as his mind revolved and analyzed everything meticulously. Had there been no such as the thug incident at school 2 days ago, he might have ignored it. But now, he had no choice but to pump up his spirit and mind to prevent the same accident from to happening again.
As the saying goes — Behind the occurrences of all abnormalities, there must be demons pulling the strings in secret.
Some people particularly did surveillance and monitor students with binoculars. And the one who was being the target of surveillance was Yuan Chuling, who was involved in the gangster incident yesterday. This made him certain that those people were absolutely up to no good.
When Tang Xiu had just arrived at the office on the corridor, he saw that Han Qingwu was bending over and cleaning something inside, aiming her plentiful buttock at him at the right moment and angle. Her waist was slim but seemed to be very supple and flexible.
“Teacher Han, are you busy?”
Han Qingwu turned around and was quite surprised to see Tang Xiu at her office. She intentionally scolded him and pretended to be angry, “Hey, why aren’t you studying in the classroom, why are you running here for?”
It took quite a long time for Tang Xiu to choose his words, “Teacher Han, I’m not feeling well. I want to have a check up at the hospital.”
“You’re sick?”
Han Qingwu’s complexion changed. She instantly put the broom down as she half-rang forward and arrived before Tang Xiu in a few steps. She raised her slender white hand to gently stroke Tang Xiu’s forehand.
1 second!
10 seconds!
Half a minute later, with an expression full of concern Han Qingwu softly spoke, “Your body’s temperature is normal. It’s not a fever. But your body might have contracted something. Let’s go! I’ll take you to the hospital myself.”
“This…”
Tang Xiu hesitated at first before he nodded and agreed. He originally wanted to leave by himself and then go to the residential building where those people did the surveillance. But in order to not alert them, going outside of the school along with Han Qingwu would provide a much better cover, and would not cause suspicion to those people.
At the residential building.
The man with frameless glasses put down the cell phone. He rolled his eyes when he heard a “hey” exclamation from his companion. With a disgruntled expression, he yelled, “Shut the f*ck up B*TCH! And don’t make a fuss over nothing! We still have more important things to do. Don’t be such a p*ssy and get frightened over such small things. Even if the Mt. Tai is collapsing in front of you, there’s no way in hell you must get panicked.”
The transvestite retorted angrily, “Bastard, keep calling me ‘B*TCH’ and I’ll f*ck you up! Get your ass off here and see for yourself. That brain damaged boy is coming out with a woman. I know her. She’s that Class 10’s teacher-in-charge.”
The frameless glasses man’s eyes flashed as he grabbed the binoculars and gazed over whilst stroking his chin gently. He chuckled and then spoke, “It’s Tang Xiu, he’s nothing to worry about. His brain is damaged and wouldn’t pose any threat to us. But this woman… holy f*ck! This Big Daddy has long been dallying with a lot of chicks. Never once have I ever f*cked this kind of hot chick. As soon as we solve this problem, I must snatch her and f*ck her good for a few days!”
“We don’t need to watch them?”
The transvestite was somewhat hesitant and anxious. He didn’t know why, but he faintly felt that the frameless glasses man made a wrong judgment. Although his brother didn’t consider Tang Xiu as a threat, but the moment Tang Xiu saw him, anxiousness and tension filled his heart.
The frameless glasses man sneered, “Why the f*ck should we monitor a retard huh? It doesn’t make sense. What we must closely monitor now is that Yuan Chuling brat!”
“Fine, okay, okay!”
The transvestite quickly got rid of the haze in his heart.
Outside the school’s gate, Tang Xiu took a seat in the co-pilot seat and suddenly spoke, “Teacher Han, please stop at the supermarket at the street corner. I’m thirsty and want to buy some water.”
Han Qingwu said, “I’ll help you buy it.”
Tang Xiu did not refuse her since he also planned to make Han Qingwu buy it. Only after Han Qingwu left him would he have the opportunity to slip away and sneak into the residential building, where those people were doing their covert surveillance.
A few minutes later, Tang Xiu smoothly slipped away from Han Qingwu. He quickly rushed over to the neighborhood near that residential building. He stopped for awhile and carefully observed his surroundings. He found nothing abnormal in particular. Based on his memory of the floor and apartment where those people were in, he hurriedly rushed upstairs.
Through his Spiritual Sense, he clearly “saw” his targets in an apartment on the 8th floor. There were 2 men. One man was the one he saw from the classroom, he was holding the binoculars at the moment. The man was at the opposite side of his school as he still gazed and watched the school’s situation. As for the other man, his complexion was overcasted with gloomy shades and cold-chilling eyes while stroking and typing on his laptop keyboard.
“Huh?”
Tang Xiu’s brows wrinkled. For the first time, a chilling cold light flashed over his eyes.
He clearly found a gun and 2 three-bladed army knives on the computer desk.
For a moment, Tang Xiu deeply pondered. He was 100% certain that these people were the criminals. If they were the police in surveillance that was monitoring his school in covert, they also must have guns. But it was absolutely impossible for them to have those Mitsubishi army knives. In addition, the bearded murderers at school before also had this kind of three-bladed army knife.
“Since I have identified their true identity, should I report to the cops?”
The thought crossed Tang Xiu’s mind, but he quickly cast it out. He was a supreme expert in the Immortal World. Even though his cultivation now was only one millionth from before, he was confident that he would be able to handle these worthless thugs.
He finally made his decision.
Just like a vigorous and powerful Spirit Ape, Tang Xiu silently approached that apartment’s door.
  *[Long Taos]: side characters in Chinese operas who perform acrobatics and fight scenes
  *[12.47 to 13.07]: don't ask me about the tree sap


A supreme expert in the Immortal World had died, and a strand of his soul returned to its original body on Earth. Tang Xiu discovered with amazement that ten thousand years passed in the Immortal World, yet only a single year passed on Earth.

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