Yin Ling atfer 18 years of obeseness discovered his passion for sport, and enjoyed it for two years but quickly encountered financial and health problem which lead him to become a coach. Despite everything he never forgot his impossible dream about becoming a professional.

After his early death, he will come back to when he was 12 years old with the fame system, and finally realize his dream

Tang Yan dies pathetically after falling off a cliff.

Only to wake up returned to the past, except this time with a system in hand. Which allows him to possess the abilities of historical figures.

Li Guang: So you want to shoot arrows. Come, watch I can shoot a willow leaf at one hundred paces. 

Xiang Yu: So you want to lift weights? Easy, look at me doing it with one hand! What use is two? 

Bruce Lee: So you want to learn martial arts. Easy, you see those thugs over there. Watch and learn. 

Zhang Shun: Butterfly? Backstroke? Breaststroke? Freestyle? Easy watch and learn...

Follow his journey as he attempts to become a world-class athlete and conquer the sports world by storm.
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A boy prodigy, good at all sports, tries his hand in tennis.

In the blink of an eye, the new season had already begun more than a fortnight ago. Nottingham Forest's results were one win, one draw, and one loss. This was a mediocre result, and nobody knew how to evaluate it.
Twain could hardly get any information about Nottingham Forest unless he went online, as he was in America now.
During this fortnight, he completed another massive task; his second autobiography was finally done, and it was being published at the same time all over the world. Twain had announced that this would be his last autobiography. Since he had already retired, what else would there be for him to write about?
This autobiography talked about Twain's whole managerial career. The difference between this and the previous autobiography was that his time with the national team took up a large portion of it this time. At the same time, this was his first time talking about the details about him leaving Nottingham Forest, even though the media had already dug out most of the information about that.
Next, he flew to Los Angeles with Teresa to participate in a book-signing event for his latest autobiography there. After that, he met up with a few Hollywood stars and directors after an introduction by Shania and his good friends, Beckham and Tom Cruise, to discuss another major event--an autobiographical movie. This movie would be produced by Tom Cruise's United Artists Studios. Twain and Shania also donated a huge sum of money. It was an autobiographical movie, after all, so it was not completely commercialized and there was no need to expect too much in terms of ticket sales. It was mainly for audiences who liked Twain. If one wanted to watch the story of the most arrogant and most successful manager in the footballing world on the big screen, then this was a movie that must not be missed. As for whether he was popular amongst the viewers… that was not important.
In truth, it was Twain using his own money and the help of his friends to complete a small wish of his--making a movie out of the story of his life.
As the producer, Cruise thought that this was good material for a sports movie. This was because it accurately reflected the football culture in England.
However, the media provided a different view after catching wind of this news.
"…Arguing with his opponents, full of vulgarities, going against the Football Association, criticizing the referee, arrogance, causing trouble everywhere… I really worry about the effects of this movie on kids when it's made. Anyway, I'll not be allowing my son to watch this movie in the theatres!"
"This piece of news shattered the last trace of good feeling I had for him because of the World Cup… The thought of seeing his face on the big screens sounds like a tragedy to me…"
Cruise did not mind the criticism of the media. In fact, that was the exact effect that he wanted. As a controversial character in the sports world, Twain's presence brought along voices of differing opinions everywhere he went. This was his advantage as he was able to attract enough attention. The producing studios had already witnessed the power of this advantage. The movie had not even started to be made yet, and there were many calls from different media sources asking for an interview with the studios. Many other media sources became free advertising for it, too.
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"As a movie that's planned to be about 100 minutes long, we'll definitely not be able to show the full 15 years of your managerial career. Therefore, we'll have to take certain parts…" The United Artists Studios' producer was telling Twain about his ideas for this movie. Tom Cruise, the boss of United Artists, was accompanying Twain and Shania by their side as their good friend. "This won't just be purely a sports movie. We wish to express some thinking about soccer as a sport."
"We've read your two autobiographies thoroughly," Next to the producer's hand were the two autobiographies by Twain. The one below was the first autobiography that Twain had published after 10 years of managing, "Ten years". The book below was the latest new autobiography that was being published at the same time all over the world, "Champion". "We think that the story that is most suited to be made into a movie is your first season in Forest, or should we say, half a season. It was very dramatic, and at the same time, it provokes thought… I love Shankly's quote, "Some people think football is a matter of life and death. I don't like that attitude. I can assure them it is more serious than that". I think what you experienced during that half-season was proof and introspection of that quote…"
It was a good thing that this producer was Scottish and not an American, who knew nothing about football. Otherwise, the movie would bear no resemblance to the real thing. Even though there were no good players from Scotland, there were many good managers from that country. He had some pretty good insights regarding a movie that featured a manager as the main lead.
Twain, who had been listening quietly all this while, suddenly interrupted him. "Sorry, can I ask you a question? Did you just say you want to use the second half of the 2002-2003 season as the base for the movie?"
"That's right!" The producer replied. "Even though your team failed in their bid to win the title, but that's okay. We can list out all your achievements during the end credits of the movie…" He thought that Twain was worried that the eventual failure at the end of that season would not be able to satisfy the audience.
Little did he know that Twain was worried about something else.
He stroked his chin in consideration for a while before shaking his head and saying, "I'm afraid I have to discuss this with someone…"
Tom Cruise looked at Shania next to Twain and she could only smile at him helplessly. She did not know what had gotten into Twain.
"Okay then, we'll do this again next time…" Cruise looked at the producer, who was going off to get his car, then turned back and asked Twain, "How long are you going to stay here, Tony?"
"Don't worry, we'll be here for quite some time."
When the producer drove the car over, Cruise gave Twain and Shania a hug before saying goodbye to them. After he left, Shania asked Twain, "Who are you going to discuss the movie with?"
"An old friend." Twain smiled at Shania. "An old friend whom I've not seen for many years… I wonder if he still remembers me."
"Do you want me to go with you?" Shania asked as she lay within Twain's embrace.
"No, it has been too long. I'm afraid that it might become awkward. "Twain patted Shania's shoulder gently.
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Their young daughter was chasing butterflies on the lawn, exclaiming in joy here and there while Fiona Bernard was seated on the white lawn chair, reading her magazine and asking her daughter to lower her voice occasionally.
"Shannon, keep it down, you'll disturb the neighbors!"
"Don't dirty your skirt. I just washed that yesterday."
Her daughter's voice was reminding her mother what she was doing. If she did not make a sound, then something would be wrong.
Now, Fiona could feel that something was wrong, as her daughter was no longer making a sound. She dropped her magazine and looked up to search for her daughter. She found her on the lawn, shyly looking at a strange man standing outside their door.
That man was in a dark suit, wearing sunglasses, and he was standing right outside the door, which reached his waist.
"We don't need a vacuum cleaner or whatever you're selling…" She stood up and walked to where her daughter was, grabbing hold of her.
"Madam, I'm not here to sell you anything. May I know if this is Michael Bernard's place?" That man asked politely.
Fiona nodded.
A smile broke out on the face of the man in front of her and he removed his sunglasses, placing them in his shirt pocket. "Hello, Madam. We've met once, but you might not remember me anymore. My name is Tony Twain, and I'm a long-time friend of your husband's.
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When Michael returned home from work, he realized that there was a pair of man's shoes at the door.
"We have a guest?" he asked his wife, who came to receive him.
"A friend of yours," Fiona said as she took her husband's coat and suitcase.
"My friend?" Michael changed his shoes as he thought about who it might be. Could it be that bank executive he met at the golf club? Or maybe the lawyer he met when he went fishing the other time… But he was stunned when he entered the living room and saw who it was.
"Hi Michael," Twain stood up and greeted Michael Bernard.
Michael looked at the man in front of him in shock for a long while before muttering, "To-Tony? Why are you… why are you here?"
"Good thing you didn't move, otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to find you." Twain laughed as he said, "Actually, I have a place in Los Angeles, too. I'll come over here to keep my wife, Shania, company sometimes, you know about that, don't you? I'm very sorry that I haven't come to see you all this while, because… Um, I was worried that I wouldn't know what to say when I met you." He shrugged, then shook his head and sighed. However, he smiled again shortly and said, "I'm glad to see that you have such a cute and beautiful daughter now."
Shannon was holding on to her mother's skirt as she stayed close to her. She looked at her daddy and the stranger with much curiosity.
"Actually, I came to look for you because of Gavin…"
The Bernard couple shuddered when Twain said this name.
Later, Twain told the two of them his reason for coming and hoped to get an answer from them. Ever since he reached Michael's place and saw pictures of Gavin all over the place, Twain felt that he made the right decision to come. Little Gavin still held a very important place in Michael and his wife's hearts.
Since he was going to bring the incident involving Gavin to the big screens, he definitely had to seek his family's approval.
If he was being honest, Twain thought that Michael's wife would object violently. He even prepared to get a scolding from her, but he did not expect Fiona to take a look at Michael, then stand up and walk away, saying, "I'll go make dinner."
Next, Michael examined Twain for a long time before saying, "I heard that you've retired."
Twain nodded.
"Why retire?"
"Erm… I have nothing to fight for anymore. I guess I'm tired…"
Michael laughed, "Who would have thought that the arrogant Tony Twain would feel tired, too? Too bad… The World Cup final was very exciting."
Twain was a little surprised to hear him say that. "I thought you stopped watching football? Didn't you cut all ties with football?"
"I can still watch the match on television."
Twain stole a glance at the kitchen, "Your wife…"
"I told her everything. Come to think of it, I have to thank you, Tony."
"Thank me?" Twain did not know what Michael meant.
"Thank you for sending me tickets for every final. It wasn't until the European Cup final before I realized that I could never leave football…" Michael sighed. "Even though I won't watch matches live at the stadium now, I don't have to think of football as a terrifying devil. I have finally found peace… Do you know, Tony? If you had asked about this two years ago, we would definitely have not agreed to it. Gavin is like a stone in our hearts that we cannot put down, and it was getting harder for us to handle it. Now…" He shrugged. "We'll allow you to bring the story of Gavin to the big screens. I believe this will be a kind of consolation to Gavin."
This was the answer that Twain wanted, and he was very happy about it. Out of reflex, he reached out, looking to shake Michael's hand, but he did not expect Michael to give him a high five instead.
"Don't treat me as a negotiation partner. Do you remember how we met, Tony?"
Twain laughed as he heard him say that. "Of course. That's a piece of beautiful memory…"
Twain gave Shania a call that night, telling her that he would be staying at Michael's place and would not be going home that night. He reminded her and Teresa to rest earlier, then he continued to chat with Michael, all the way until late at night. Ever since Michael had left England in 2003, they had not talked to each other so amicably. Even though they did not drink a single drop of alcohol, they were flushed with excitement, as if they were both drunk.
They would laugh for a while, then cry for a while. The two of them were in their fifties, yet they were behaving like youngsters then. Thinking of how fast the past decade passed for them, they could not help but reminisce about it. When the two of them first met, they were enemies who fought with each other. At that time, the two of them never thought that they could ever sit and chat like this one day.
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The next morning, Twain said goodbye to Michael, his wife, and their daughter, Shannon, then took the car back home.
Next, Twain gave the producer a call to agree to his proposal and gave him the go-ahead. There was nothing else he needed to say, as there was someone more professional than him taking charge of it, so he had no need to worry about it. All he needed to do was to be an extra for some scenes and enjoy himself--that was all.
What was left was some miscellaneous stuff, such as signing the contract. When all these were done, Twain was enjoying the company of his wife and daughter at his home in Los Angeles, when he saw the calendar and suddenly realized that it was almost 9th September.
His fiftieth birthday was coming soon.


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.

As Wang Baole listened, his eyes widened, and his breathing quickened. Lin Tianhao's idea was in an entirely different direction from what he had imagined, which broadened his perspective.
I should have thought of it earlier! What a waste of what I've learned from the high officials' autobiographies! Wang Baole's eyes glowed, as to him, the likelihood of the method of ordering others to carry out tasks in the name of a superior succeeding was almost a hundred percent!
Wang Baole now viewed Lin Tianhao differently. Vaguely, there was a sense of suspicion, as he pondered about whether Lin Tianhao had also read the high officials' autobiographies. However, when he recalled that Lin Tianhao's father was a Secondary Rank Two high official, he realized that Lin Tianhao didn't need to read any autobiographies at all, for he could learn from the everyday actions of this father. Therefore, Wang Baole laughed, patting Lin Tianhao's shoulders firmly.
"Tianhao, this is indeed a task for you, and you have indeed not disappointed me. It is worth it for me to sing praises of you before the dean. What you have mentioned just now was exactly what I was thinking of," Wang Baole said with a smile. 
Lin Tianhao felt disgusted but didn't show it on the surface. Instead, he flattered Wang Baole with what he said next. 
"This is the result of learning under a superior like you all these years." As he spoke those words, Lin Tianhao felt his face turn red with embarrassment. He cursed under his breath, thinking about how Wang Baole was really a jinx to him. He was a bully in the Dao College, and even more so on Mars, resulting in him no longer having the desire to rebel. Instead, his attitude was to go with the flow of things.
Listening to Lin Tianhao's attempt at currying his favor, which were clearly not as impressive as that of Liu Daobin's and which obviously showed that he wasn't accustomed to such practices, left Wang Baole satisfied. He continued to speak with a smile after leading Lin Tianhao to have a seat on the sofa.
"Tianhao, it seems like you have already understood the purpose of the college. Your father is a Secondary Rank Two Noble who intentionally arranged for you to be here. I had planned to remind you of that if you were still not performing up to standard after a period of time." Wang Baole smiled while he spoke, purposely revealing a profound look in his eyes.
In reality, he had also just understood that this so-called elite academy wasn't as useless as he had originally thought. It was extremely beneficial to him, on an unimaginable level!
With the college under his control, as well as having gained the admiration and respect of the students, it would mean that he had already gained access to a significant portion of the human resources within Mars. These human resources would be extremely useful in times of need.
That wasn't the most important part. After the students grew up, the gains that he could obtain in the future in terms of fame as their dean would be astonishing.
When he understood all of that, Wang Baole was bursting with emotions and excitement internally, even though he appeared indifferent on the surface. He no longer felt that his position was disadvantaged. Instead, he now thought of it as a steal.
No wonder Senator Lin wanted his son to come here… Wang Baole came to a realization but didn't show it on his face as he smiled while looking at Lin Tianhao.
Lin Tianhao hesitated for a brief moment, suddenly confused about whether Wang Baole had known the purpose of the college long before, or had just responded to the new realization. However, after considering that their relationship had become more friendly now, he chose not to hide anything and instead spoke truthfully.
"Dean, I was very unwilling to come when my father sent me here initially. That was until he told me not to belittle Mars's elite academies. The students here have parents who are either rich or influential and are prominent, dignified individuals working on Mars with deep connections to others. Becoming the teacher of their children is akin to gaining control of the core… Naturally, this means access to the deep interpersonal connections that they hold.
"Furthermore, in the future, as the students grow, a teacher who once taught and cultivated them would be on a different level in terms of identity and status.
"My father mentioned that I should come here to hone my skills while laying the foundation to access these valuable human resources…"
Wang Baole was surprised, as he felt that Lin Tianhao's father, Senator Lin, was worthy as a City Lord with the rank of a Secondary Rank Two Noble. These thoughts appeared simple but showed how wide his world view was. He was living in the now but planning for the future.
Wang Baole continued conversing with Lin Tianhao, concluding some details regarding the rumors and the workflow for the task. He then passed the entire assignment under the control of Lin Tianhao before raising his teacup.
Lin Tianhao stood up hurriedly, leaving after exchanging greetings.
As he watched Lin Tianhao leave into the distance, Wang Baole put down the teacup. His breathing quickened, and his eyes shone brightly. He stood up and walked several rounds around his office, exhilarated.
I must emerge victorious in the sparring match in three months! Holding onto the strong desire to win, Wang Baole began to complete and perfect his plans. He thought about the students, who were now on the first level of the Ancient Martial realm. If they were to further advance in Ancient Martial realm, they would need a strong physique.
It was only through this method that they would have sufficient Blood Qi to advance to the Ancient Martial realm Physical Seal, as well as the Pulse Enrichment stage.
Physique is one issue, while the other would be… a trump card!
While making the training plans, Wang Baole first thought about his past self. He felt that he was formidable while he was in the Ancient Martial realm. If he could nurture tens or even hundreds of people like his younger self, then the victor of this sparring match would be clear.
Therefore, the trump card is extremely important as well. After thinking about it, Wang Baole decided to impart his grappling skill to the students. However, there wasn't really a need to impart this skill, as anyone who had witnessed it in action would be able to do it. All they needed to do was to familiarize themselves with the skill. 
However, no matter how familiar they were with it, they would never be as good as Wang Baole. That was because Wang Baole had the devouring seed, which was the reason why the grappling skill was so impressive when he exhibited it! 
The Great Void Qi Devouring Art is my foundation, and I cannot impart that skill. Little Missy wouldn't allow me to do that anyways. With that thought, Wang Baole felt a little troubled. After pondering about it for a while, he decided to enter the Hallucination realm to seek Little Missy's advice.
The Hallucination realm was still covered with snow and ice. However, Wang Baole didn't see Little Missy this time. When he took out the black mask in the Hallucination realm and relayed his question, the black mask shone slightly, before words appeared on it.
Wang Baole hurriedly took a look, and his eyes lit up instantly as he read the words.
This is possible? Wang Baole took a deep breath. The black mask suggested a cultivation technique that was different, but still somewhat similar to that of the Great Void Qi Devouring Art. It could be said to be a simplified version of it.
Learning the simplified version wouldn't result in the formation of a devouring seed, but could form a suction force to a certain extent. That would satisfy the requirements necessary for one to master the grappling skill.
That was secondary. More importantly, the words on the mask clearly relayed to Wang Baole that everyone who trained in this simplified cultivation technique would be controlled by the devouring seed.
It was unpredictable yet brought about advantages. Furthermore, to Ancient Martial realm cultivators, being trained in this cultivation technique would be extremely beneficial, and could quicken the rate of increasing one's level of cultivation.
To a certain extent, it could be said that unless they became Wang Baole's enemy in the future, they wouldn't be put in a disadvantage. Instead, they would stand to gain significantly.
Wang Baole thought about the simplified version of the Qi Devouring Art and made a decision. After leaving the Hallucination realm, he began implementing his training plan. Five hundred people were included in the first batch.
In the three months to follow, a hundred people would be chosen out of this five hundred to take part in the sparring match. The sparring match on Mars wasn't carried out on an arena. Instead, a hundred people would form a group that went against another group of hundred.
Not only did this test one's combat capabilities, but it also assessed the team's cooperation and coordination. That made it challenging, but also in line with the spirit of the Federation.
The Federation needed a hero, but had a greater need for overall greatness.
Just like that, Dao Mountain Mist Academy's dean gave Wang Baole, the vice dean, full rights and authority. Three days later, on a specially demarcated area within Dao Mountain Mist Academy that was designated for cultivation, Wang Baole stood with his arms crossed behind his back, while Lin Tianhao was beside him, looking extremely stern. There were also tens of teachers who were standing around sternly.
Right in front of Wang Baole was a Public Square where five hundred students stood in an orderly manner. There was an equal number of male and female students who were all exhilarated and agitated as they looked at Wang Baole.
From their eyes, a look of respect and admiration was obvious. That was especially so for a portion of students, such as Jin Duozhi, whose eyes were filled not just with respect but also passion when they saw Wang Baole.
With his hands behind his back, Wang Baole felt satisfaction in response to the students' attitude. He swept his gaze at the crowd before speaking calmly.
"Today, I will impart you with a peerless cultivation technique. This cultivation technique is extremely formidable and could be used for the rest of your life. It is also what made me so impressive!
"I want all of you to remember that without my permission, you aren't allowed to teach it to others!
"This technique is known as… Baole Heaven Devouring Skill!"


By the year 3029 CE, Earth's technology has developed rapidly, borders no longer exist, and Earth has been unified, marking the beginning of the era of the Federation.

At that time, a huge sword flew from the heavens, piercing the sun and causing a huge sensation on Earth.

Perhaps because the scabbard of the sword was already in tatters, countless shards have broken off from it following the collision with the sun and spread across the universe. Many of these shards have landed on various places across Earth.

With the arrival of the bronze sword and its shards, a new unlimited energy source has suddenly appeared on Earth. This energy source has since been named Spirit Qi.

Spirit Qi is like air, thick in some places and thin in others. As the Federation and other factions gather more shards, they discover more information on cultivation, pill refinement, Spirit Stone refinement, and other techniques. The words on the shards have an ancient feel to them, making it a trend for people to use ancient language.

The appearance of Spirit Qi rapidly makes the original energy sources obsolete and has completely changed people's lives. Not only has the Spirit Internet been formed, Spirit Qi has also changed the course of Human Civilization, causing the world to enter a civilization of cultivation. This would later come to be known as the Spirit Inception Era.
 


That was… an endless starry sky of immortal beauty.
Vague visuals floated in the starry sky, and it was hard to understand their meanings.
In the Half City Shop, Zou Mo hadn't had nightmares anymore after he was rescued by Mr. Fang and became an employee in the shop.
But lately, he kept having strange nightmares…
"They… will be imprisoned here forever. Their power can never pierce the endless void. They… can never rise above this world.
"But there are exceptions to everything…"
In his dreams, he seemed to see a figure, but he couldn't clearly see this person's face.
Before this figure was blinding golden light.
Then, he seemed to see a cup full of all kinds of horrifying alien bugs. When the lid was lifted, these horrifying existences which had been silent for a long time were disturbed and got restless.
When a pale blue spiritual light fell, he seemed to see countless bugs beginning to devour each other!
However, the scene was not clear and real. In the dreams, things were distorted, and the twisting and the struggling things seemed not to be bugs.
At this moment, a pair of eyes suddenly turned toward Zou Mo.
Instantly, Zou Mo's hair stood on end.
"Ah!" With a shiver, he instantly woke up at the counter.
"What's wrong?" Alarmed, Ruan Ning stood up from the seat beside him.
"So… sorry!" Zou Mo said apologetically, "Last… last night, I didn't sleep well."
…
Meanwhile, in St. Heinz's great hall.
"Then… in that ancient war… did anyone truly make that leap forward?" St. Dulan asked in a deep voice.
"In that war, no one made the leap," St. Heinz said mildly, "Because… that piece of divinity… or the so-called Dao Seed in the East Continent, broke."
"Bro… broke?!" St. Dulan said in astonishment.
"For people in the East Continent, it needs the combination of the right time, right place, and right people. For us, we need the holy trinity!" St. Heinz explained, "So, we can only wait for another opportunity to arrive."
…
- At the Heavenly Abyss Sea -
Two figures still stood on the reef on the shore of the Heavenly Abyss Sea.
Violent gales swept across the sea.
Reminiscent glints flashed in their eyes.
"Ascendance to the True Immortal Realm is like… bugs devouring each other."
"The time is coming… all of the world will fall into chaos… at that time…"
"Perhaps one day, they will destroy themselves this way."
…
- In the afternoon, at the Immortal Tune Pavilion in the Heavenly Faction -
This ancient and unique pavilion was famous since the ancestral master of the Heavenly Faction had listened to immortal tune and understood Great Dao in this pavilion.
This place was the highest-level Dao-teaching venue in the Heavenly Faction.
It was heard that every person who had the privilege to teach Dao here was at least a senior member with a high position and great power. The Immortal Tune Pavilion was only opened for teaching Dao once in hundreds or even one thousand years.
In the pavilion, the fragrance of rare herbs floated around. The top spiritual scent could refresh people's mind and help them concentrate with excellent effects. Although Mr. Fang had just decided to give a lecture on impulse, the Heavenly Faction had ordered the disciples to prepare the place with great care ahead of time. Sedately sitting on the futons in the pavilion, they looked as if they had bathed, scented, and even fasted for three days.
Sitting in the front row were the white-robed Elder Xiao Yunhe, the black-robed elder, and a few elders whom Mr. Fang had seen in the great hall.
Behind them were the six most outstanding disciples of the Heavenly Faction. Two of them, one man and one woman, sat in the center. 
The white-robed man on the left with a solemn expression was the Elder Senior Disciple Zhuge Qinlong, and he was the most talented young disciple in the Heavenly Faction.
The white-robed tranquil woman sitting on the right was Yu Yin. Although she had entered the faction much later, her talent was on pair with Elder Senior Disciple Zhuge Qinlong.
Then, they saw Mr. Fang walking in from the outside.
When Mr. Fang passed, some female disciples almost had cold sweat popping out.
Cang Feng and some male disciples remembered the special effects in the visuals and also had cold sweat on their foreheads.
"Erm-hem!" He cleared his throat and said, "I didn't know that I would be invited to give a lesson on Dao, so I'll make it casual."
"This opening…??"
"Huh?"
The elders thought, This style doesn't feel right…?
"The Dao which one can explain is not the unchanging Dao," Mr. Fang said, "It means that Dao is something that you can understand but not to be talked about. If it's explained, it's no longer the permanent Great Dao; it's only one person's Dao."
[TL Note: 'The Dao which one can explain is not the unchanging Dao' is the first line in Dao De Jing, a Chinese classic text traditionally credited to the 6th-century BC sage Laozi.]
"Hiss!" The elders sitting in the front row shivered and stared at Mr. Fang dumbfoundedly.
"The Dao which one can explain… is not the unchanging Dao?!" They chewed on Mr. Fang's words and felt like they were deep and mysterious.
The disciples immediately memorized the words silently.
Then, Mr. Fang changed the direction of the topic. "So, we must put more thought on ourselves."
"More thought on ourselves?" The white-robed Elder Xiao Yunhe obviously didn't understand.
"Yes," Mr. Fang answered, "You'll never fully understand it, but you can improve yourself continuously. During the process, your understanding of it will become deeper and deeper."
"Improve myself? Does it mean… that we must cultivate in seclusion every day in the faction?" The black-robed elder asked in bafflement.
"Of course not." Mr. Fang said, "Have you guys heard about… E-Sports?"
"E-Sports?!" The cultivators of the Heavenly Faction exchanged a look of confusion.
"I'll tell you a story." Then, Mr. Fang began to tell them the story about the duel at the top of Hua Mountain and shattering the void. 
[TL Note: These refer to classic wuxia novels.]
"This… is E-Sports?" Xiao Yunhe asked curiously.
"No…" Mr. Fang said, "E-Sports is different. E-Sports relies on competitions in the virtual world to do this."
Then, he talked about E-Sports professional leagues… and all kinds of god-like pro players. He discussed the God-like UZI and Demon King Faker.
"God-like? Demon King?" The elders were truly stunned. "Senior, you mean… we can improve ourselves continuously through E-Sports and eventually become…'god-like'?!"
"But…" Xiao Yunhe shook his head and said, "Ancestral Master said that humans' strength can never break through the natural limit set for humans.
"Not everyone has such high and unique talents as you, Senior!"
"You're right." Mr. Fang spread his hands and said, "Your ancestral master only said that humans' strength couldn't do it, and he didn't say anything about skills and techniques. As the saying goes, 'skills and techniques reach Dao'. If you don't do E-Sports, who will?!" 
"So…" Xiao Yunhe said in shock, "We… need to do the so-called E-Sports?!"


We’ve had systems that help the MCs make pills, steal skills from legendary masters, and even be forced to show off to earn points, but what about a system that allows one to run a virtual reality internet cafe, featuring all the classic games?

Our MC awakens in a new world (Truck-kun strikes again) and finds himself with a mysterious system that allows him to run a fully self-sufficient virtual reality internet cafe! What? Opening an internet cafe in a cultivator world? You can now surf the internet, watch dramas, and play video games?!

One Emperor Warrior cried after visiting MC’s shop, “Damn, Blizzard completes my life!”
Another Yuan River Realm cultivator gasped after drinking Sprite, “What is this sorcery?” 

What else did the MC bring to the cultivator world? Come join us on this adventure as Fang Qi faces off against cultivation sects and major forces with his collection of modern treasures.

Dai Li looked at Weidong Chu inexplicably.
During my recent stay in the United States, I didn't make mistakes or cause offense to somebody, did I? My training level ranks the top in the track and field team, so Weidong Chu has no reason to throw me out. And Weidong Chu also doesn't have limitless empathy to send me to make contributions to the table tennis team out of nowhere.
As Dai Li thought of these things, Weidong Chu made his explanation, "The physical trainer in the table tennis team is quite a cushy job, which is being chased by many coaches."
"Is it a cushy job?" Dai Li asked questioningly.
Weidong Chu nodded, "The administrative rank of Mr. Ma is First Officer, and he is enjoying the treatment of the section chief rank. Now you should be able to understand, right? The Sports Bureau will give an administrative rank to the one who would replace Mr. Ma. Otherwise, it will be difficult for the replacement to do the job. Therefore, it is indeed a cushy job. You have been working in our provincial team for several years. I guess you will be promoted to Second Officer, if you could replace Mr. Ma temporarily."
Second Officer! He is making me an official! Dai Li figured it out immediately.
In the cadre system of China, the first and second officers were not leading positions. Although they could also enjoy the treatment of the section chief rank, their functions and powers were definitely no match for that of the section chief and deputy section chief, who both held a leading position.
However, in the sports system, the second officer could be regarded as a low level official. Many coaches couldn't be promoted to second officer in their whole life.
In the domestic sports system, the General Administration of Sport of China of the highest level was a minister-level unit. Although addressed as "Director", the official-in-charge of the General Administration of Sport of China was indeed a minister-level official.
The administrative centers, which were affiliated to the General Administration of Sport of China, such as the Athletics Administrative Center, the Aquatics Administrative Center, and the Table Tennis Administrative Center, etc., were all department-level units. The principals of these administrative centers were addressed as "Director of XXX Administrative Center", but they were indeed department-level officials, who had reached the level of national high ranking cadres. Their ranks were equivalent to the mayor of Prefecture-level city. Some ignorant people might think the principles of those sports administrative centers were just "low level directors", by equating them with the workshop directors in enterprises.
In the provincial-level administrative system, the provincial sports bureau was a department-level unit. The training teams, which were affiliated to the provincial sports bureau, were normally division-level organizations. The head coach and deputy head coach of the training teams were division-level cadres and hold the leading positions.
However, the training teams were not administrative organizations with real powers. Therefore, under the division-level cadres, instead of setting section chief and deputy section chief, who held the leading positions, the first officer and second officer, who didn't hold leading positions, were set.
Of course, there were also department-level cadres and division-level cadres, who didn't hold leading positions. For instance, the "Inspector" was a department-level rank, while the "Investigator" was a division-level rank. In the system, these titles were prepared for cadres who were going to retire. The in-service cadres would not act as inspectors or investigators.
In the systems of science, education, culture, health and sport, the promotion of the officials was different than that of the administrative organization with real powers. It was very difficult for the frontline positions to get administrative promotions, such as the scientific research personnel, the teachers in schools, the doctors in hospitals and coaches in the sports bureaus, most of whom could not get an administrative rank.
Examples of this would be the famous doctors, who might be Directors of the hospital departments. Another example would be teachers in schools; the normal teachers didn't have any administrative ranks. The president and vice president of the schools normally would not give lessons to the students for a whole year, and this was what the reality was.
Meanwhile, in the systems of science, education, culture, health and sport, the administrative ranks of the staff were relatively low. For example, the president of a county or district level key middle school might manage several hundred teachers and several thousand students, but the president was actually a section-level cadre. Imagine if the president of a school was just a section-level cadre, then how could the ordinary teachers be promoted as cadres?
The sports coaches were just the same. The possibility for ordinary coaches, who didn't have the background of a famous athlete, to be promoted to an official, was just a little bit higher than zero.
After graduating from the university, Dai Li started his career as a coach. It had been years till now, but he still had no administrative rank. Dai Li also didn't consider something like being an official in his life plan. After all, the possibility for the frontline coaches to development their official careers was very low, and required not only personal efforts and capabilities, but also good luck. Only very few lucky ones among the sports coaches might obtain some harvest in the official careers.
Now, it seemed Dai Li had a stroke of luck.
Mr. Ma was a first officer, so his replacement should not be an ordinary coach without any administrative rank. People who were in management positions without administrative ranks would have difficulty in work. Moreover, for this kind of temporary transfer, no one would like to go without some "bonus". Otherwise, the replacement would not work hard, even if the replacement was assigned forcibly.
All training teams were more or less shorthanded, so the head coaches of the teams wouldn't accept the temporary transfer easily. After all, it was a selfish era.
The helpful and generous people, like Feng Lei (a famous soldier in the People's Liberation Army and a communist legend in China, who, after his death, was characterized as a selfless and modest person devoted to the Communist Party and the people of China) were very few.
However, a second officer was definitely a great temptation for ordinary coaches. After becoming a second officer, the coach could enjoy the treatment of a deputy section chief. Although the powers in hand were not changed, and the salary was only increased by roughly RMB 100 or 200, it could stand for the first step in one's official career.
For Dai Li, this was also a good issue to consider. He had no reason to refuse it. So he nodded immediately and expressed his interest.
"OK. I will recommend you to Head Coach Ping Wang of the table tennis team." Weidong Chu continued to say, "This time, a lot of people were interested in this position, among whom were many ace coaches of other teams. Therefore, Ping Wang will definitely organize a selection, so the final result will be up to your personal capabilities."
...
As Weidong Chu said, a lot of people had signed up for this position, not just the physical trainers, as there were even some technique trainers that had signed up, too. Apparently, a lot of people were unwilling to be an ordinary and nameless coach for a lifetime. Although the second officer was just in the lowest level of the bureaucratic system, it would still provide room for promotion, as well as more chances in the future cadre selection.
Thanks to the great influence of the table tennis event, a temporary replacement could be given a rank of second officer. For other sports, especially for those lesser-known sports, it was absolutely impossible, as the provincial sports bureau might just ignore the appeal for replacement.
However, the table tennis was the national sport of China, which enjoyed great popularity and attention among the public. Leaders of different levels also attached great importance to it. Especially some cadres were fans of table tennis, and therefore, a good basketball player or soccer player might be forgotten by these cadres, but a good table tennis player would definitely be remembered by them.
The same could be said of the ordinary people. Almost all middle-aged people aged 30 to 40 years old might be able to name the table tennis champions in the recent two decades. However, if they were asked to name the players of the National Football Team, who used to participate in the World Cup 2002 that was held in Japan and South Korea, most of them might have forgotten those names of those players, especially if they were not soccer fans.
This was the power of the "national sport"!
Therefore, even it was just for showing off in front of high level management, or being remembered by the leaders, the table tennis event deserved great investment!


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!

How the world was born?
Where did we come from? What was the source of all life? How did the rules of the world come into being? Where did the power of arcane magic and wizard come from? What was the essence of mana?
The so-called Creator... did it truly… exist?
Generations of wizards pursued and strived to unravel such ultimate questions and the mysteries of truth, and thus derived numerous guesses, and there were discussions on those issues in the manuscripts, notes, and autobiographies of the great wizards and senior professionals.
Eventually those inquires would return to one question – how the world was born.
There were endless speculations and deductions, they were divided into factions and doctrines, but no one could arrive at a solution to the problem, even the Mythical Wizards, even the supreme masters of the Floating-Space Towers couldn't be sure which guesses of any theory was correct.
It was only until the master of the Ocean Song Floating-Space Tower, Adriana, passed on all the information and discoveries she saw back to the Eternal Floating-Space City.
The Eternal Floating-Space City floated on the orbit of the Starsoul World and revolved around the world, because only in that way could the professionals of the Wizard Alliance able to connect to the magic network and communicate with the power of the world's aboriginal.
Hence, even if they had created a Floating-Space City, but the Wizard Alliance was still not completely out of the shackles of the world, the Starsoul World was the source of their survival; the source of the power of wizards.
That was why wizards had treated mana as the world's only source of power, because only in the core of the world could it evolved and gave birth to such power, and therefore led to the existence of the magic network.
Just then, in the Great Hall of Truth of the Wizard Tower, the entire Wizard's Parliament was gathered, not all members of the Wizard's Parliament had the opportunity to participate in that meeting, only the core members and all the masters of the Floating-Space Towers could participate.
As Catherine, the master of the tower, played the video of the death of the chaos worm and the birth of a world was revealed in front of everyone, the hall was instantly silent as if one could hear a pin dropped.
Several wizards stood up from their seats, from the front to the back, everyone couldn't help but stood up, in the face of that scene, none of them was composed; it was a blasphemous to it if they remained calmed.
Because it was the birth of a world.
"Oh my god! How is this possible, how can it be!" There was a long silence before someone mumbled.
"It's so beautiful; it's the most beautiful radiance and color in the world!"
"It's a song of genesis!"
An old wizard stood up, he was unsteadily and trembling, he cried in an instant, his gaze was filled with an air of holiness as if he had took part in a pilgrimage; he felt that he had witnessed the greatest moment in the world.
The mythical alchemy warlock, Cook Bay, who had lived for nearly a million years, felt the kind of tremor that stemmed in the depths of his soul once more; he had that exact feeling when he first saw the gift Mr Randil handed over to him; the secret art of alchemy of the building of The Capital of God and Floating-Space City.
No one could understand the wizards' quest for the truth of the world and their feelings towards the world, when they had witnessed that scene, for them, it was akin to the believers of The Goddess of Fate had personally lifted the veil of The Goddess of Fate.
"The world... is born!"
Cook Bay looked at the moment of the death of the chaos worm and he repeatedly replayed that scene on the projection screen; the dazzling glow of the silver vortex which had erupted, and the stunning scene of endless dust of the Astral World condensed and the disappearance and rebirth of the dimensional folds.
"So the world is born from such a huge and incredible organism?" A female astrologer, who was wearing spectacles, exclaimed.
"What kind of creature is this? What level of existence is it? Level Eight? Or Level Nine? It can breed a world? Was our world bred from its body too?" More wizards had raised their own questions.
And Catherine, the master of the tower, was standing at the top of the Great Hall of Truth, watched the great existence in which a world was born, and the silver vortex of the body which was like the sand of stars spinning and spiraling.
She seemed to go back to more than 8000 years ago when she had just become a mythical wizard and didn't yet own her Floating-Space Tower.
The Wizard Tower was just a common Elemental Tower, located on the earth, her teacher stood on top of the tower, accompanied her to watch the sunset on the Wizard Continent.
"Teacher, how many kinds of Mythical Life are there?" Catherine, who had just become a mythical wizard, couldn't control her strength in that moment, and she was seen as a translucent forest fairy.
Lu Zhiyu was dressed in a white robe; he looked like a mortal, "Well... I'm not very clear, but every supernatural life can be traced back to their source of Mythical Life, the number of mythical life isn't fixed, some supernatural life may mutate, the emergence of changes or deformities can happen even from the source, and the emergence of new mythical template is possible."
Lu Zhiyu turned around, his long robe dropped and glided along the ground, his black gaze was akin to the stars, it was mysterious and sparkling, "But the mythical template isn't absolutely strong or weak, the key lies in how it is used by the people. Your forest fairy mythical template mastered the rule of life; it is the strongest from the batch."
Catherine then asked, "Teacher, then, is there the most powerful Mythical Life? Any one which is so strong that it was unrivalled, neither God nor True God is on par with?"
Lu Zhiyu pondered for a moment, and he suddenly laughed, "There's really one, if it's also counted as a life."
"Really? What is it?"
"Chaos worm!"
Catherine didn't get a complete answer from her teacher about the chaos worm, and in her imagination, it was an extremely powerful mythical life, unparalleled, and lived in the depths of the Astral World. She even imagined countless times how the chaos worm looked like.
However, in that moment, she looked at the projection screen which was showing the great existence of the vortex of the world, she finally understood how a chaos worm looked like, and her gaze was blurred.
"So this is… the chaos worm!"
"The Mythical Life that nurtured a world!"
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At the same time, Starsoul world which was the closest from the Heart of the Ocean Bitwall, they were more than ten light-years apart, they were also affected by the wave of the chaos worm which had just give birth to a new world; there was a violent Spatial Storm. The instrument detecting spatial fluctuations violently rotated that even its afterimage was seen.
Several of the top Alchemy Workshops and the Arcane Magic Laboratories, catered for space exploration, were monitoring and exploring that intense spatial fluctuation. There were tracing the source of that spatial fluctuation, while various parties were also urgently reporting to their superior about that huge discovery.
"This! Is this a half bitwall?"
"We've discovered a new half bitwall, lord! This is definitely another great discovery!"
"No! No! This isn't a half bitwall, this…"
"This is a new world!"
Inside an alchemy tower, all the goblin alchemy warlocks cheered and hugged each other, they thought they were the first to discover and witness the existence of that great moment. They were unware that, at the same moment, several other institutes were cheering just like them. And they didn't know that the superiors of the Wizard Alliance had already received the news of the birth of the new world.
The news of the discovery of the new world was immediately transmitted to the upper echelons of the Arcane Kingdom and the emperor. At the same time, many senior professionals and secretive presences were informed of the news throughout the world of the Starsoul World.
"Finally... we've discovered a new world!" The top-notch demon warlock who was hiding in the Wizard Alliance was holding onto the information of that new world, his hand was trembling involuntarily.
"This is the Fourth World after the Divine Kingdom, the Starsoul World, and the Abyss World!" In the Tower of Death of the Northern Glacier, a secret King of the Dead was speaking, the soul flame within his gaze was glistening.
As the Wizard Alliance began to locate that new world, they even tried to get close and explore. The Arcane Kingdom launched its own operations too. The news was known by many even after being completely concealed, and a large number of senior professionals were informed of the discovery of the Fourth World.
At the same time, several devil monarchs at the heart of the Abyss World woke up from their eternal sleep. Numerous Devil Lords from the depth of the world also detected a new opportunity belonged to them, they were ready to strike.
At last, even the gods from Maria's World laid down the Oracle.


By accident, Lu Zhiyu found the entrance to a low-dimensional world, and thus began a totally different journey!

Free to control everything in the low-dimensional game, Lu Zhiyu felt like a gamemaster, and even God.


Hehe!
Wang Xian looked at the young man and shook his head. He found it a little hilarious and commented, "Love in school is simpler!"
"Simpler? Brother, I wouldn't call that simpler. It's brainless! Tell me, if we confessed at the same time to the same girl, who do you think the girl would accept?"
The young man replied in contempt, "You are still a far cry from me. However, there's nothing you could do about it as you were born with it. Your looks are still alright and you are still better than ordinary students."
He added this with a faint sense of superiority. He took out his phone to play and no longer paid attention to Wang Xian.
Wang Xian looked at the young man and wasn't fond of him. However, he did not take his words to heart and simply waited there.
11.50 am, the bell that signaled the end of the lesson rang. Students walked out of the classrooms one after another.
Some students who had just walked out immediately saw the Audi R8 sports car by the classroom block.
"Wow, a sports car! It's an Audi R8!"
"What a stunning sports car. It would be great if I could get a sports car in my lifetime!"
"That guy has a bouquet of flowers in his hand. It seems like he's here to make a confession!"
"Isn't he the third-year Senior, Liu Feng? I've heard that his family is filthy rich and that he always drives his sports car to school. I wonder who he is confessing to today!"
"That girl would be so lucky. If only I was her."
Some students looked at the young man beside the sports car and started commenting. Many students looked towards him with eyes of envy.
A rich family, drives a sports car, and good-looking!
A guy like him is the envy of all men and the dream guy for all girls.
Hearing the comments from the surrounding students, Liu Feng revealed a satisfied smile.
He took a glance at Wang Xian, lifted his head proudly and kept one of his hands in his pocket.
More and more students walked out of their classrooms.
Some students had no intention to leave the area, as they would like to see who that lucky girl would be.
"She's here!"
At this moment, Liu Feng took out his hand from his pocket and had his eyes locked in front of him. His eyes sparkled with joy.
Guan Shuqing's lesson had ended and she was carrying a bag. She tip-toed as she looked around her.
When she saw Wang Xian, she walked over excitedly.
Wang Xian also spotted Guan Shuqing as he extended his hand and waved at her.
"Shuqing!"
Just as Wang Xian was about to walk over, he suddenly saw the young man walk directly towards Guan Shuqing.
Guan Shuqing was clearly taken aback as she looked at the young man in shock.
"Shuqing, from the very first time I saw you, I've fallen in love with you. Today, I've finally mustered the courage to confess to you!"
Liu Feng suddenly went down on one knee. He handed the fresh flowers towards Guan Shuqing and spoke with sincerity.
"Wow, who would have expected that the one he is confessing to would be Guan Shuqing!"
"Oh, Guan Shuqing! She's one of the five goddesses of our University of Rivertown. She has a great disposition, a good figure and a great character."
"Liu Feng isn't bad either, and is pretty handsome. I believe Guan Shuqing might accept him!"
"Liu Feng is so rich and even drives a sports car. I guess Guan Shuqing will most likely accept him. Oh my goodness. Could it be that a beautiful girl like her is going to be attached?"
There were over a hundred students that had gathered. Some of them even took out their mobile phones to take pictures and videos.
"Shuqing, would you be my girlfriend? In front of over a hundred students, I promise that I will treat you well forever. I'll love you and protect you!"
Liu Feng said loudly, "I'll get you whatever you want. If you want a sports car, I'll give one to you. If you want a bag, I'll get you the best out there!"
Extravagant! And a confession fully associated with materialism.
A sports car that costs over $2 million by the side, a handsome Liu Feng and a sincere confession.
Many girls around them were looking on in anticipation. If only they were the female protagonist, how great would it be! What a shame!
"A matching couple! Say yes!"
At this moment, a girl shouted loudly.
"Say yes, say yes!"
Following this, seven to eight other students joined in with the chanting.
Guan Shuqing, who was in the midst of this, looked at Liu Feng in shock. She had not expected him to confess to her all of a sudden. Moreover, he did it under Wang Xian's attention.
This made Guan Shuqing frown, and she replied directly, "I don't like you. Please don't disturb me."
After completing her sentence, she walked directly towards Wang Xian.
"I'm sorry, Xiao Xian. I don't know him well and had not expected him to confess to me all of a sudden. Please don't take it the wrong way!" Guan Shuqing quickly explained to Wang Xian.
"It's alright. Let's go get lunch!"
Wang Xian smiled and didn't take it to heart. Considering that Guan Shuqing was so beautiful, having people confessing to her wouldn't be uncommon.
What was different was that this young man did it in a more high-profile manner.
And at this moment, Liu Feng, who was still on his knee, was completely shocked. His eyes opened wide in disbelief as he turned his head around.
He saw that the girl he just confessed to was walking towards the school canteen with that teenager he saw previously.
The surrounding students were also shocked by the development.
"What the... Guan Shuqing just went for lunch with another guy."
"Is that Guan Shuqing's boyfriend? Why didn't I hear about it previously?"
"Liu Feng was rejected. He was actually rejected! He drives a sports car and had a bouquet of fresh flowers in his hand. Yet, Guan Shuqing didn't even take a further look at him and even went for lunch with another guy!"
"Shocking news! It looks like Guan Shuqing likes that guy. What the... WHY? Who's that guy?"
"It must be really embarrassing for Liu Feng. It isn't embarrassing to be rejected by Guan Shuqing but to see Guan Shuqing go to the canteen with another guy for lunch must be heart-breaking!"
The surrounding students were discussing fervently. No one had expected this to end in such a way.
Listening to the comments of the crowd and seeing Guan Shuqing's back view, his face was red from embarrassment.
Recalling what he'd said to the young man previously, a surge of heat flooded to his face.
"Damn!"
Liu Feng stood up angrily and threw the bouquet of flowers in his hand into the rubbish bin by the side.
Under the mocking eyes of the surrounding students, he drove off.
This time, he had really embarrassed himself badly.
"If this incident is posted to the school forum, it will definitely cause a huge hoo-haa!" some students who were filming previously exclaimed.
"Haha, I've already uploaded it to the school forum. Things are going to get interesting."
Wang Xian didn't know that he was about to get really famous.
A simple love while in University and having lunch with Guan Shuqing alone at the school canteen made him feel really comfortable.
The lunch lasted for half an hour and the couple walked around the school campus for another half an hour.
What they didn't know was that within the school forum, the incident that had happened in the afternoon had been spreading like wildfire.
Afternoon. Just as Wang Xian entered the dormitory room, three pairs of eyes that were filled with jealousy stared fervently at him.
"Old Wang, you are finally here. There's no wonder why they called you Old Wang!"
Wang Xian looked at them in shock and joked, "What are you guys doing?"
"Old Wang. No, it should be Brother Xian! Take a look at the school forum quickly! You are famous now!"


Transform into Divine Dragon and dominate the world!
He is the only Divine Dragon in the sea who founded an underwater Dragon Palace. 
With Crawfish Soldiers and Crab Generals as his followers, wild sharks and gigantic octopuses as his subordinates, he is the dragon that rules the city.


"Hey, the video of our swimming goddess during the morning assembly is now up on the university page," Jiang Jiu rotated his phone horizontally after accessing the Shanghai University official page.
Luocheng glanced at it, noticing that the girl on stage was oddly familiar.
The girl was wearing a white sweatshirt, her beautiful face only had a simple touch up, not to forget her gradually perfected figure.
After watching the clip, Luocheng realized that he might have missed out on an important occasion by skipping that morning assembly. 
"What do you think? What a gorgeous beauty, isn't she?" Jiang Jiu nudged Luocheng's shoulder.
"She's my younger sister," Luocheng said.
"Your sister? If she's your sister, then I am her husband!" Jiang Jiu looked at Luocheng with great distaste. 'How thick is your face? So all pretty girls are your siblings now?'
"She is my sister, for real! I'm not joking!" Luocheng declared with a serious face.
"F*ck off! Sister, my ass!"
"…" Sometimes, Luocheng realized it was easier to communicate with a dog rather than with his roommates.
***
Yu Yu refused to pick up the call after he dialed a few times. She was obviously still pissed, and Luocheng didn't know what to do, so he stuck to his original plan and went to Team Skycrown's apartment.
Speaking of which, Luocheng was still surprised that Yu Yu had managed to enter Shanghai University through a sports scholarship award. 
Moreover, from the chatter he had heard through the whole afternoon, it seemed that Yu Yu's achievement had been great enough for her to select whichever university she wished to attend.
To be honest, Luocheng was aware that she had won most competitions she took part in, however, he had not known that those wins were worth so much reputation. It was especially glaring when he compared his own failure to her noteworthy accomplishment. 
'Well, it's just like how I had imagined it, though I never expected it to become a reality so soon.'
"Luocheng, where are you now?" Yang Ying called and asked directly.
"I am heading to Lin Dong's place, what's the matter?" Luocheng asked.
"Come to Restaurant Qi Yun. I have someone to introduce to you," Yang Ying invited.
"Who?" Luocheng asked.
"It's a dinner organized by the Student Council. Knowing them will make your life easier in the future, just come over," Yang Ying urged.
"Alright then."
***
Restaurant Qi Yun was a relatively high-end eatery near the university where wealthy students from the university usually had their special occasions held.
Luocheng was not a member of the Student Representative Council as the facilitator of a club was, by theory, ranked lower than the facilitator of the council. He was not even supposed to be invited to such an event.
He wondered what was Yang Ying's intention for bringing him along this time.
***
A diligently crafted round table was placed in the middle of a spacious room.
Inside the room, a waitress in a red cheongsam was serving appetizers one after another onto the table. Several male and female students were sitting around the table, all of them facing the main seat which was occupied by the current president of the Student Representative Council—Zhao Hualong.
Hualong had presented himself in front of the entire university more than once now, and he was a person who had received wide acceptance and reverence within Shanghai University. He was the one who had initiated today's dinner as a gesture to welcome the elites from each club while strengthening the bond between students of different expertise.
Of course, this was usually done more moderately in a less grand place previously. The reason for it to be this ceremonious was none other than the arrival of Yu Yu, who had managed to astonish practically everyone in the assembly that morning. 
Those invited to this dinner were the entire crew of the Student Union, as well as presidents, vice presidents, and new recruits with the greatest potential of the major co-curriculum societies.
Basketball club, soccer club, swim club, track-and-field club, and E-sports club—These were the main societies competing for the university's merit ranking this term.
"By the way, is Yu Yu from the swimming club coming?" The president of the Student Union, Wang Lang, opened his mouth and asked.
"She is, I had just spoken to her this afternoon," The student representative replied with a smile.
"You have acted swiftly," Wang Lang smiled along.
Hualong coughed awkwardly and peeked at the quiet girl seated beside Wang Lang. He asked, "Is this the very capable new facilitator you have mentioned?"
"Yes. She is Bai Feifei and her efficiency is top-notch. The statistics she collected over the university's clubs and personnel are flawless." Wang Lang introduced and turned to Feifei. "I believe you have seen our student representative before?"
"Yes." Bai Feifei noted and made no further notion.
Hualong had wanted to speak with her more but he gave up after seeing her rather cold response. She was not his main concern tonight anyway. 
***
"By the way, why was the E-sports club invited this round?" The president of the basketball club looked at the empty seats and said flippantly.
In the past, only the conventional sports clubs were included in such occasions as they were the more elite groups of Shanghai University. Though the E-Sports club had garnered the most members nowadays, they were still just a bunch of nerds wasting time on a meaningless video game. In their critical eyes, those in E-Sports could never rise to the big stage.
"We had no choice, E-Sports has recently been recognized as an official competition, too," Hualong said.
"Hmph, I despise them the most. We, the Student Union are given the responsibility to take care of the clubs' welfare. Over the years, we have maintained a good relationship with everyone here except the E-Sports Club. They are troublemakers who not only refuse to follow our arrangement but always break the regulations. Do they really think they are the best after the dean praised them once? They are just a bunch of losers that are addicted to a useless video game. If they fail to gain any noteworthy position this time, I shall wait and see whether they can maintain their arrogance!" Wang Lang reproached indiscreetly.
"Me too. I am especially loathed by Xiao Jia, but he is nothing but a bragger."
"They must have been hallucinating. Do they really believe that they are the no.1 society in the university now after getting some minor sponsors and a little praise from the university? I am sick of seeing the prideful attitude of their president. Hua Long, I really don't think it's necessary to have them in this gathering," Han Linfeng, the captain of the basketball club said.
"That's right. All they got is top-10 in last year's E-Sports competition. Is E-Sports even a real sport? How can they be compared to soccer? I seriously doubt the university's stance in this. Are they seriously betting on the E-Sports club to help promote the university at a national event? Besides, E-Sports competition is only popular at this premature level, you can hardly see its presence in the greater stage. Mark my words, E-Sports lives only in their imagination. Simply put, it's a fake sport," The soccer club president, Lee Peng, was the one complaining this time.
"My brother is from Zhejiang University and he is one of the E-Sports club members there. He told me that Yang Ying and the rest of his club should feel lucky if they can even keep their top 10 spot this year. The other universities are catching up quickly, I wonder why Yang Ying has the confidence to aim for the top 4. Do they think the other universities are just dummies?"
"Stop it now. We are all from the same university and the swim club members will be here anytime soon. Don't let them find out that you guys are such whiners," Hualong coughed loudly and stopped their ceaseless grumbling. 
"True, true."
"Speaking of which, this girl called Yu Yu is really something. As a national swimming champion, she is definitely a superstar in the making. Perhaps she will soon be representing China in the Asian Game, and to the Olympics after that."
Asian Games were not something the university sports event could be compared with. Besides, she was also a seeded athlete in the Asian Game. They were just school kids playing sports as a hobby in front of her. 
The topic shifted to Yu Yu under the student representative's diversion.
But they had no idea that the two people standing in front of the room had heard the entire conversation, and both their faces had darkened equally.
***
Yang Ying was depressed because the other clubs were looking down on his passion.
They were simply envious and they couldn't stand the E-Sports Club for claiming the prestigious position that had once belonged to them in the past. They hated to see the growing influence of the E-Sports Club that had gradually overtaken theirs.
It was hilarious to hear them dissing on others' success to cover up their own incapability.
Luocheng stood there blankly as those hurtful words clenched at his heart violently.
The university was a miniature of society, if E-Sports was deemed worthless in here, then one could easily imagine how much bias judgment it would receive in the real world.
If your parents found out that you were sneaking out to play basketball, they would only warn you not to spend too much time on it. But if they knew that you were playing computer games instead, they would have given you a slap before anything.
'Is there ever going to be any light in this endless tunnel called professional gaming?' 
Was the society willing to give hope to the likes of Xiao Bei, Lin Dong, Da Luo, Zhao Tinghua, and Asmodai, who had treated E-Sports like their life and marched on bare-footed?
Luocheng could only think of the worst. This rigid society would not be merciful when even the supposedly forward-thinking and open-minded university was shutting the door in the face of E-Sports enthusiasts.
***
Society norm was cruel at times, and even though they knew about the sinister thoughts of those inside the room, they had no other choice but to clear their thoughts and enter the room with a happy face.
When both of them saw those inside the room raising their glasses and addressing you as if they respected you, how Yang Ying and Luocheng wished that they could freely rebuke them, 'F*ck you!'.
Luocheng didn't like to curse, but after he had entered the room, he had greeted them non-stop with the worst expletives he could have thought of in his mind. 
"The E-Sports club must work harder to fight for our university's fame. Don't be like us in the basketball club, we completely screwed ourselves up this time," Linfeng raised his cup and said insincerely.
"It's just tough luck, don't worry about it." Yang Ying bottomed up the glass of wine with a smile.
"Come here, this is our new facilitator and he has enormous potential. Go ahead and cheers with the E-Sports Club president." Linfeng signaled his member.
The facilitator tactfully filled up Yang Ying's glass and clinked it with his.
Yang Ying had no nonsense and emptied the glass instantly.
"It should be my turn now. I have not drunk with you even though we have been at the same university for a few years now. We should enjoy ourselves tonight. Let's have three shots in a row, are you up for it?" Linfeng challenged.
"Why not!" Yang Ying drank three glasses of wine without another word.
The burning sensation running down his throat slightly smothered the fury in his heart.
"This is a new facilitator from our union, she is a very pretty girl. Don't you think you should show more sincerity?" Wang Lang, from the Student Union, laughed and said.
Yang Ying didn't even look at Fei Fei as he gulped down another half a bottle of red wine.
'You wanted me drunk so that I would be embarrassed in front of everyone, right? God damn you! Like hell I would be scared. If you can get me drunk, I will adopt your surname from this day onward!'
One glass after another flowed down his throat.
The food had not been served yet because the most important person had yet to arrive.
Ample empty bottles were lined up in front of Yang Ying. He did not refuse any offer and drank it all—be it white wine, red wine, beer—big heartedly.
'Come. Push me. I won't yield this easily!'
Luocheng had had his dinner but Yang Ying obviously had an empty stomach. It was easy to tell that his stomach was rocking hard from the pale look and twitching muscles on his face!
***
"Now, now, stop drinking. The person we are waiting for isn't here yet. Your wild behavior might scare our VIP guest when she arrives later." Hualong tried to stop them.
"This will be my last toast." The president of the basketball club stood up again. "This is to celebrate the E-Sports club's ambition. To Yang Ying, the soon-to-be national semi-finalist!"
"Hooray, semi-finalist!"
"Yeah! Yeah!" The other presidents nodded in agreement.
The fact was, everyone knew that Yang Ying was at his limit, but this was exactly what they wished to see.
"Let me have this in my president's place." Luocheng grabbed the glass from Yang Ying's hand.
Linfeng's face twisted and he said, "Don't try to play the hero here. I am a club president and I am toasting for your president. If you wish to drink this for him, then one glass will not cut it. Besides, can you bring your club all the way into the semi-finals? Don't simply drink in another's place if you cannot deliver the promise." 
"Semi-final?" Luocheng looked at Linfeng and smirked.
"Yes. No semi-final, no drink, get it?" The president of the basketball club scorned silently, 'Learn your place, freshman.'
Luocheng looked around and saw through their fake smiles. He refused to act along any further and bottomed up the glass of wine.
"Piece of cake." After saying that, he tossed the glass toward the sidewall with great force. 
Smash!
The glass shattered after it hit the wall, the ear-piercing noise immediately resonating through the entire room.
The girls screamed and ran to one corner.
The glass pieces rebounded but Luocheng did not flinch. He didn't even blink his eyes and maintained his cold gaze on Linfeng.
Hualong instantly stood up from his seat.
Wang Lang and a few other presidents, too, all scowling at Luocheng in great anger.
"Luocheng, what the hell are you doing?!"
"Are you insane?!"
Tension built up rapidly inside the room, and the shattered glass had revealed their true faces to Luocheng.
"We have heard every single word you guys said just now. Don't try to look down on other people when you were the ones who played like trash. I drank because I respected your position as the club president… But now, it's time to talk about how much I want to f*ck you and your family!" 


When a national athlete of China laughs at the concept of being able to win a gold medal in video gaming, what a pro-gamer like yourself ought to do is take your size-42 shoe and measure it against his pretty face!
When parents, relatives, friends, and all the rest of society scoff at pro-gaming and say it’s not a real job… what else can you do but hold true to your passion for the competitive multiplayer scene, and resolutely turn away from their doubts!
Have you ever thought that it could actually become an official event during the Olympics, perhaps within the next four years—a game of split-second reactions and seamless teamwork between five-man squads, the ultimate test of reflexes and finesse, in an arena where players compete with all their heart and soul… 
This is e-sports!
Let the champions roar ‘Demacia!’ and rock the world to its foundations!

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