The days blurred by, and time seemed to pass insanely quickly. Things began getting busier for the while entire group as some had responsibilities with various clubs across campus. 

Whatever Tessa did, Miyah did, and the two of them seemed to slowly separate themselves from the group. They were still part of the group, but many of their conversations turned out to be between the two of them, or thr two if them with a girl friend.

They did a mighty fine job of staying away from their exes, Jack, James, and me, while still being our 'friends' and conducting themselves normally around us.

The homework load began to increase gradually, which was pretty stressful. Why had the homework levels risen if we were close to the end of the year anyways? Well, that was because we needed to finish units for many classes that had been falling behind in order to be able to take the finals.

I had less time to think about the breakups that had occured. Yet, sometimes I couldn't help but think back to that day. Sure, I had been the one to initiate the breakup, but she had said that she had been about to break up with me. Just how long had she lost interest in me?  I had ended up figuring it out, but...

I let out a sigh and glanced back at my laptop and at the essay I was trying to write. I could not focus for the life of me, but the essay was due the next day. All I had to do was complete the last paragraph. 

I let out a sigh. My phone glowed up, showing a notification that someone had texted me. It turned out to be a group chat, where James invited people to come to his house for a graduation party some days after we graduate. 

I was about to turn my phone off when a reply came back saying "I'll be there for sure!" 

The text was from Miyah. 

I let out a sigh, and decided to double check if we were busy on that day in the morning with my parents.

I managed to finish the essay, surprisingly, and then I went to bed as I was finally finished all of my homework. 

There was a soft knock on the door that startled me as I tried to sleep. "Yes? I asked as the knocking continued. 

The door opened slowly, and Mother poked her head through. "Can I talk to you, Matthew?"

I froze up, and then got out of bed and opened the door.  "Mother?"

She walked in, seemingly different today than her usual temperament. She sat down at the edge of my bed, and patted the space next to her, indicating that I sit down. 

I sat down.

She folded her hands, and then addressed me, "Matthew."

"Yes?"

She took a deep breath, and then let it out with a sentence that she uttered extremely quickly. "You still like that girl, Miyah, don't you?"

"No," I lied. 

She let out a laugh, and I relaxed a bit more. I loved my mom, but she sometimes had better days than others. She suffered. She was usually depressed, but there were highs and low lows in her weeks. 

Today must be a high.

"Don't lie to me. I'm your mother. I know when you lie to me. Now tell me why you would do something silly such as breaking up with the girl that you really like, if not love?"

I pressed my lips together. "I think it was best for the three of us. Besides, you didnt exactly approve of her either."

Mom let out a sigh. "Did she complain? I told you she was not worth even your pinkie's nail."

"That's not it," I said, feeling frustrated , but doing my best not to show it.

She tilted her head at my choice of wording before.  "Wait... 'the three of us', what did you mean by that?"

I glanced away.  "Nothing. "

"So there's another person she also likes.  Or maybe you also like another lesson? Have you finally radicalize how great of a woman that Olivia is?"

"It's not that either. No, I just meant that it would be best for the both of us to break up. I didnt want to hold her back, and she didn't want to hold me back either. Besides, she's going to a different university. She's staying here in the states."

Mom shook her head. "I thought that I had raised you better than this! If you want something, then fight for it! You can do anything that you want to do. You can have anyone you want to have. That girl wouldn't have left you. I might not think she's a good match for you, but I realized that she truly loved you."

Her words made my body feel restless. I had known that I had a choice. I knew that I could have chosen to not break up with Miyah. I could have braved it through. Now that I thought about it, Mon was right: I had acted like a coward. 

I hate to admit it, but I'm a very proud man. The thought of giving up on the woman that I loved was unsettling, to say the least. 

It was then when I made a vow to myself. I would study and better myself as a business and a person. Then, if Miyah would accept me,  I would show her just how much I have loved her and works always love her. 

And if she moved on,  then I would be happy for her.  She deserves happiness and the best, nothing less.

"We probably looked like a couple crazy in love. But, of course we would. We had concocted our pretend relationship perfectly, keeping the mask on until we could turn and hiss at each other in private once again. In an ironic way, the guy I hated the most was also the only person who knew the real me."




Miyah knew James since they were young. Yet, Miyah can't stand the guy...

One day, as James gets surrounded by friends and girls that are interested in him, he suddenly announces that he and Miyah are dating. 

Miyah decides to play along. However, she's always had feelings for her old best friend from elementary, whom she sees once again. 


James has always liked Miyah. For some reason, she's always hated him. James decides to show Miyah that he's different than what she thinks and so he forces her to pretend to date him and to finally see him for the person he is.

Qiao Nan took a deep breath and then raised her hand.
"What is the matter?" The invigilator walked to Qiao Nan's side.
"Teacher, I brought three pens, they are all broken and I can't write with them. Can I borrow a pen?"
"Well… "said the teacher awkwardly. "I only have a red pen. Does anyone have a spare pen to lend?"
Faced with the invigilator's question, the exam hall was silent, you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was busy writing their essay and nobody answered. Some students even secretly hid their spare pens in case the invigilator asked.
Seated in the same exam hall but only a few would be winners, everybody was a competitor, who would lend their spare pen?
At least in this exam hall, nobody was willing to.
"Well… " said the invigilator, faced with this situation, the invigilator was at a loss of what to do. He had to invigilate and could not leave, if the other students were not willing to lend, he could not force them to lend either.
Qiao Nan took a deep breath, pursed her lips and said, "Teacher, if there is no other way, could you lend me your red pen?"
"That will not do, this essay's rules state clearly that it must be written in blue or black ink, red ink will not do," replied the teacher sympathetically. The teacher pitied Qiao Nan for being so unlucky, she could not participate in the competition she did not have a pen.
Qiao Nan's eyes started to well up. She had not thought of participating earlier but now that she was here at the competition, she was faced the possibility of giving up because she did not have a usable pen. Qiao Nan was very unhappy and unwilling.
Most importantly, she had prepared three pens, there was a new one and the rest were her usual pens.
The pens were clearly still working last night yet it was broken today. If somebody had told her it was a coincidence, she would never believe it. Somebody must have plotted against her!
"Teacher Zhou, what is the matter?" A voice came from the few people standing outside the classroom.
"Principal." Teacher Zhou spotted an old man and hurriedly walked over. Teacher Zhou explained, "That student's pens are all broken and other students do not have spare pens to lend. At this rate, she will not be able to participate."
The old principal paused before continuing, "Oh my, the children these days. Whilst academic results are important, moral education should also not be neglected."
"Use mine." Zhai Sheng said rather nonchalantly before taking out a pen. Zhai Sheng had his eyes fixed on Qiao Nan and he noticed her sweating profusely due to the anxiety.
Today, Zhai Sheng had come to the school on behalf of his father and unexpectedly met Qiao Nan. 
Even more surprisingly to Zhai Sheng, Qiao Nan seemed to be very unlucky. In the few times that he has met Qiao Nan, Qiao Nan was always in trouble.
However, Zhai Sheng looked at the students in the exam hall and his eyes were filled with disapproval.
"I thank you on behalf of that student." The Invigilator replied with a relief. He had really felt pity for Qiao Nan.
Looking at the attention given to Qiao Nan by other teachers earlier, the invigilator deduced that she must be a good student and her essay writing skills should be up to par too.
"Do not mention it."
"Here is the pen you wanted, use it quickly without further delay." The invigilator handed Zhai Sheng's pen over to Qiao Nan. The invigilator gently reminded Qiao Nan, "This is a fountain pen, pay extra care when you write. Wait for the ink to dry or else it will smudge when you put your hand over it."
"Thank you Teacher!" Qiao Nan's eyes lit up.
"Don't thank me. The pen was loaned to you from him. When you finished, remember to return it to him." The invigilator pointed to Zhai Sheng. This pen was quite heavy and had a good feel, it must be pretty expensive.
"Zhai Sheng?" Qiao Nan had spotted Zhai Sheng. "Okay, teacher, noted."
"Alright, make full use of your time, the other students have already written a lot." said the invigilator.
"Okay," replied Qiao Nan. She was already late by more than 10 minutes.
Fortunately, she had a draft in her mind, otherwise given the situation, she would not be able to continue writing.
Qiao Nan actually preferred writing with a fountain pen and coupled with the fact that Zhai Sheng's pen was of a high quality, it allowed Qiao Nan to write swiftly in tandem with the ink flowing smoothly out from the nib of the pen. It was even faster than if Qiao Nan had used a ballpoint pen.
In no time at all, Qiao Nan had caught up with the progress of the other students.
Due to the pen incident, the invigilator paid extra attention to Qiao Nan and stood by Qiao Nan for a moment.
The invigilator saw that Qiao Nan had written so much in such a short period of time, his eyes lit up as he was taken aback. When he further read the contents, coupled with the elegant writing of the fountain pen, he was genuinely surprised. 
Before the bell rang, Qiao Nan had already finished with her essay.
When it was time to exit the exam hall, some of the students had not finished and were making a scene.
Qiao Nan walked out relaxedly and wanted to find Zhai Sheng to return the pen.
Qiao Nan had only taken a few steps when Teacher Lee came up and asked, "Qiao Nan, how do you think you fared in the competition?" 
Qiao Nan replied, "Similar to the usual."
"That's good," Teacher Lee said with a sigh of relief. If Qiao Nan was able to perform normally, she should at least be able to receive a third prize minimally.
"Qiao Nan, what are you doing here?" A voice rang out from behind Qiao Nan. 
"I came to participate in the provincial composition competition." Qiao Nan turned around to face Qiao Zijin.
"You, you also came to participate?" Qiao Zijin stammered, somewhat shocked. She had never heard that Qiao Nan was participating.
"Hi Zijin, it's you. You also came here to participate?" Teacher Lee asked. Teacher Lee was somewhat shocked, Teacher Lee knew the standard of Qiao Zijin's essay. How was Qiao Zijin able to participate? Wasn't the school afraid of wasting a nomination slot?
There were merit points for winning a junior high school essay competition, and of course the same for a high school competition. 
As such, the high school competition's nomination slots would be more keenly contested.
Qiao Zijin's words had coincided with Teacher Lee's. Qiao Nan smiled and replied, "I had heard from Father and Mother that you were participating but I did not expect us to be in the same school participating."
Qiao Zijin forced out a smile and said, "Such is fate. Nan Nan, how did you fare?"
"Not too bad," said Qiao Nan, who raised her eyebrows whilst noticing Qiao Zijin's increasing discomfort. She deduced in her mind that Qiao Zijin had not performed well in the competition, otherwise why was her face so pale?
"Alright, it is getting late, we should get going." Teacher Lee said whilst patting Qiao Nan's shoulder. Teacher Lee did not speak much to Qiao Zijin.
Qiao Nan followed Teacher Lee, nodded to Qiao Zijin and then simply left.
Once Qiao Nan had left, Qiao Zijin's face turned downcast and quickly went to find her classmates. Qiao Zijin asked, "I heard that for this competition, junior school students are also here, do you know what their essay question was?"
"I think it was the same as ours." The classmate replied before adding, "The teachers are too lazy, setting the same question for junior school and high school. They did not even make the effort to think up another question."
"Qiao Zijin, did you manage to finish your essay?" Qiao Zijin's Chinese teacher walked happily towards Qiao Zijin. The teacher added, "I read your previous essay, that would have been suitable and you need not think up a new essay. Did you use that essay for submission?"
Even the Chinese teacher was surprised by Qiao Zijin.
Qiao Zijin's normal performance was average but she did demonstrate a flair for writing when it came to essays.
Otherwise, how would Qiao Zijin be able to participate based on her academic results?
"It was submitted," Qiao Zijin replied dryly without a hint of happiness.
Only heaven knows that when Qiao Zijin saw the essay question, she was so happy that she wanted to let out a scream. The heavens were on her side!
She had not expected her luck to be so good. She had used Qiao Nan's essay for submission earlier and won the nomination slot for the competition. Even more unexpectedly, Qiao Nan's essay was also suitable for the exam question.
She could fully make use of one essay from Qiao Nan!
However, once Qiao Zijin saw Qiao Nan, the good mood dissipated.
Qiao Nan must be here to participate in the essay competition. Both junior school and high school questions were the same, surely Qiao Nan did not write the same essay?
Impossible, she should not have.
Qiao Nan had written this casually, surely she would not be able to regurgitate and she would write a new piece?
The more Qiao Zijin thought about it, the more guilty she felt. Her mind was hurting from all the thinking. She prayed silently that her essay and Qiao Nan's essay did not coincide.
Qiao Nan was very good at essay writing, she could easily write a new piece. Surely, she would not be so lazy to regurgitate an old piece?
After the competition, Qiao Zijin could finally go home. However, on the way home, Qiao Zijin's mind kept going through the various scenarios, it was very torturous.
"Zijin, you are back. How was the competition? Are you confident?" Ding Jiayi asked excitedly, warmly welcoming Qiao Zijin home.
"Mom, where is Nan Nan?" asked Qiao Zijin.
"She is reading in her room," replied Ding Jiayi.
"Mom, I have to find Nan Nan first. Talk to you later," Qiao Zijin replied. Once Qiao Zijin heard that Qiao Nan was back, she threw her schoolbag to Ding Jiayi and went to Qiao Nan's room. Qiao Zijin said, "Nan Nan, I have something to talk to you about."
"Go ahead," Qiao Nan said. She threw away the three broken pens into the dustbin.
When Qiao Nan came back and inspected the pens, she found that the pens had signs of being thrown which led to them being broken.
Anyone who uses ballpoint pens knows that once you smash the pens onto the floor, the pens will be broken easily and you cannot write with them anymore. The pens were obviously smashed onto the floor by somebody.
Qiao Nan's schoolbag was on the school bus all this while, the person who did it was surely not from another school and the teacher would not do it either. Could it have been one of the other four people who joined her in the competition today?
Such bad behavior at such a young age.
"Nan Nan, what was your essay question today?" Qiao Zijin asked. If the question was different, then there was nothing for her to worry about.
"Teacher Lee told me that the question for junior school and high school is the same" Qiao Nan replied pointedly.
It was really the same… 
Qiao Zijin's face froze. "Nan Nan, what did you write for the competition then?"


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

Chapter 5. The talk

"I am going to announce the winner of the essay competition now and the winner is...…"

The students kept their eyes fixed on Shiki sensei lips in anticipation. Whether they had tried or not, all contestants were probably hoping secretly that their name was called.

That was the effect an award had. Whether one had fought for it or not, he longed for it.

Ren could see that Kei was staring intently at Shiki sensei. Ren knew Kei had worked hard for the award and wished that he will get it.

"....Minami Ryuu."

Kei dropped his shoulder once it was announced that the winner was not him. He was clearly dissapointed that he wasn't able to win the award.

"Don't be so sad. It was just a competition. You can win it next time."

Rem said to Kei to console him but he didn't say anything in response. So, Ren didn't disturbed him. He knew that Kei will recover on its own.

Ren looked towards Minami Ryuu who was going towards the teacher to receive his award.

'He really is handsome.'

No matter how much Ren thought about it, Minami was someone who was handsome and he was also popular considering that several girls were cheering for him.

"Minami-kun is so handsome."

"I didn't knew he was good at essays too."

"He really is perfect."

The whole class was clapping for him and Minami just stood there with a smiling face. He was obviously happy that he won the award. 

"Oh, yes, Amano, go visit Nakai sensei in the staff room."

When the teacher called for his name, he was slightly confused but he still stood up as a basic etiquette.

"...…Me?"

"Yeah, Nakai sensei called for you. Now go."

As he was going out of the classroom, Kei whispered to him.

"Hey, did you do something?"

"I don't know."

"I don't think anything would happen. Nakai sensei isn't someone strict."

"Yeah."

Kei looked like he had already recovered. He was always quick to recover after setbacks. That's how he was able to recover from that failed confession.

Ren exited the classroom and walked towards the staff room. The whole way, he was thinking about the reason the teacher had called him for.

He was sure that he didn't have done something that the teacher will call him for. He didn't have any fights nor he had done something worth mentioning.

He was just living his unworthy high school life silently. 

'Why did Nakai sensei of all the teachers called for me?'

He was more confused as to why Nakai sensei had called for him. He obviously knew who Nakai sensei was. He was the literature teacher and Ren remembered him because of his strange antics.

Rather than teaching, he liked books more and his class will often be just self-study. He also sometimes talked about books.

Because of his strange connection to books, he had remembered him well.

As he was thinking about that, he reached the staff room and approached Nakai sensei who was sitting in a corner. 

The staff room was rather empty as there were not many teachers in there. 

As Ren was walking towards Nakai sensei, he noticed that Nakai sensei was reading something and Ren was familiar with the thing he was reading. It was his essay.

'He shouldn't have called me because of my essay, right.'

As Ren was thinking about that, Nakai sensei saw him and said.

"Oh, are you Amano-kun?"

"Yeah, that's me. Nakai sensei, why did you called me?"

Ren can tell the reason that he was called was related to his essay but he didn't knew the exact reason, so he asked him.

Hearing Ren's question, Nakai sensei put down the essay he was reading and said.

"It was because I was curious."

"Curious? About what."

Ren asked confusingly but Nakai sensei just smiled while answering.

"About your essay."

"My essay. I don't think there was something to be curious about my essay."

"There was something! It was the ending."

'Ending!'

"You are curious about the ending?"

"Yeah, you know. I read your whole essay but there was no ending. I was really curious about that."

Ren had not written the ending of the essay as he didn't have much time left. Before he knew it, the time was up and he had to submit his paper.

"I didn't write the ending as the time was up."

'Tch!!'

Nakai sensei clicked his tongue at Ren's answer while he muttered 'I should have set the time a little longer'.

He looked really upset while looking at Ren's essay. It felt like he really was dissapointed that he wasn't able to read the ending.

"Why did you want to read the ending that much?"

Ren asked as he was curious about why someone wanted to read his writing.

In his previous life, he was a failed writer and no one wanted to read his writing. So, he was pretty curious why someone wanted to read his writing now.

"The reason I wanted to read the ending..."

Nakai sensei paused for a second and looked outside the window and then he turned towards Ren and said.

"Didn't you want to read the ending of a story you liked?"

"A story you liked. Does it mean that you liked my story?"

"Of course. I really liked it."

Nakai sensei said with a smile but Ren was really stunned hearing that.

'How much years have gone since I heard that sentence.'

It's been nearly two decades since he had heard a compliment about his writing. He was slightly emotional hearing that and he also felt good hearing that someone liked his writing.

"Amano-kun, can I ask you something?"

"Ask me? Ha, sure."

Nakai sensei straightened his back at Ren's answer and asked.

"Why did you choose 'Genius' as the topic?"

'Why I choosed 'Genius' as the topic?'

It was somewhat peculiar question for Ren. He had choosed that as the topic because that word closely relates to his past life.

He also had a sudden impulse feeling to write about that topic. That was the only region but Ren can't tell Nakai sensei that.

"I just choosed this because I thought I will be able to write it the best."

"Just for that reason. Wasn't there more easier topics like 'School' and 'Friends' to choose from?"

"There were those topics but I just thought that I can write this topic the best."

"That was your only reason."

Ren nodded and Nakai sensei just smiled at his answer. 

'Why is he taking so much interest in my essay?'

Nakai sensei wasn't someone who will take interest in something. His only interest were books. So, it was really weird that he was taking interest in a essay.

"Do you have any plans to continue it?"

"Continue? My essay."

"Yeah."

"Sorry, I didn't have any plans to continue it."

Even if Nakai sensei tell him to continue his essay, Ren will not continue it. It was because it will only ruin the ending if Ren continued the essay.

He had written that essay when he had that sudden impulse to write. If he wrote it without any motivation, it will only ruin the story. 

"Not your essay but a novel."

"Huh? Novel?"

"Yeah, a novel."

Ren was really confused by Nakai sensei words now. He wanted Ren to write a novel? It was really absurd.

"That story is too big to stay as a essay. It should be a novel."

"So, you want me to take my story and make it into a novel."

"Yeah, that's what I want."

"What absurd things are you saying?..."

Ren didn't wanted to say those words but he just blurted it out after hearing those absurd words. A novel is not something that can be written just because another person said that the story is good.

It takes many things to write a novel and not everyone have those things.

"I am not forcing you to write a novel. I am just suggesting that you should try to write a novel."

"Me? A novel."

"Yeah, you will do well as a author."

'Ring!'

As Ren and Nakai sensei was talking, the school bell rang.

"I think I need to go to my class. The next period is Sato sensei and he is strict."

"You can go but don't forget about what I said. You can find me at the literature club if you want."

After hearing those words, Ren left the staff room without saying anything.

On the other hand, Nakai sensei just smiled seeing him leave. 

"I wish that kid would consider writing. He will bring a storm in the literature world if he can write stories like this."

Nakai sensei muttered that while looking at the unfinished essay on his desk.

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

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

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

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

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

"Who is it?" Asked Alfonso.
"Your Highness, is this a bad time?" Asked a voice came from the other side.
"No, come on in, Taylor" Said Alfonso.
Alfonso had been waiting for Taylor all day, finally, he was here.
"Good evening, your highness!" Said Taylor with a bow.
"I am sorry to interrupt; however, I need to speak with you about the matters of yesterday" Continued Taylor.
"Good evening to you too, so, have you made a decision?" Asked Alfonso.
"Yes, I thought a lot about this, about the decisions you make… and I made a conclusion" Said Taylor.
"Continue" Said Alfonso.
"Your Highness…" 
Taylor Kneeled in front of Alfonso.
"For giving me this huge responsibility confirms your trust in me, for the words of yesterday, I apologize, I was blind and didn't see the bigger picture," Said Taylor.
Alfonso heard the words of Taylor and smiled internally.
"My eyes didn't deceive me, Taylor is really the man I was looking for" Though Alfonso.
"Ho? Do you mind explaining further?" Said Alfonso.
"I thought a lot about what you say, you said yourself that sometimes, you also made mistakes, however, you didn't say that you were mistaken this time, so, based on what I know about your highness, you may get to a wrong decision, however, you train of thoughts are always in the right foot, yes, is true that the position of minister would have been better for me, however, you want to put my abilities further, If I stayed in the minister position, I would be stuck in what I always do  forever, however, the right now, I am in the minister of economics, or, to be more precise, in the commerce part!" Said Taylor.
Alfonso stood up and nodded, he made a gesture for Taylor to take a sit and he stood up. He went to his library and took a bunch of papers, these papers were writing by him these past few days, Alfonso put in the table and looked at Taylor with a satisfied smile.
"Taylor, you are an excellent scholar and even better parent, however, what you have the most is the will to learn and never be satisfied, I detected that since the moment we meet, as for the reason… well, let's just say that you remain me a certain acquaintance of mine" Said Alfonso while remembered his days as a university student.
"Marco, you were one of the most incredible people I knew, your perseverance always surprised me, even when you were a widower, you always put your son first second and third in your life, however, that didn't stop you in your professional career, hehe, I still remembered that time when you became my boss for some time, I really admired you"
Alfonso didn't have a lot of friend in his previous life, in total, he had five, and each of them was very precious to him, Marco was one of the pals he met at university back in his firsts years, he was a little older than him and was married with a son, however, that didn't stop him for following his dream to become an engineer, he and Alfonso met coincidently in a bar near the campus, the funniest thing was, that they didn't have anything in common, only one thing, soccer. It turned out that both of them were fans of the Arsenal football club.
"The first time we met we were so drunk that we ended sleeping on the street" Though Alfonso with happiness and sorrow.
"Those happy days won't come back, but that how life is… you were the one who told me that, no matter what obstacle you have in the way, your sight always had to be in front, just when you felt that there is no more road, you can turn back and see with a smile what you build with your own hands" 
Alfonso was absorbed in the nostalgic feeling of his past life.
He took a long and deep breath and put himself together.
This wasn't the time to be nostalgic after all.
"As you say, the position you are in is extremely important, you basically will be in charge of all the money that flux in and out here, you will be also the one who regulates the taxes and commerce with the merchants, you may even need to commerce with some lord like Felio, that's why, you must be mentally prepared for all of this, I wouldn't put someone who I have even the tiny bit of doubt in his or her character, I trust you completely, I know that you won't disappoint me" Said Alfonso.
He signaled the papers and took one of them.
"The problem here is… I don't know much about economy, I only know the basics, I would have liked to send you to study for a couple of months to Dragon city, however, I don't have the royalty name anymore and we don't time, so I used every single knowledge that I had to make these small essay for you, it contains eleven papers of all I know, the rest will be up to you to complete, however, you won't be alone" Said Alfonso while making a gesture.
Suddenly, at the door, someone appeared.
"Mister Artemis!" Said Taylor.
"Did you bring him?" Asked Alfonso.
"Yes" Said Artemis.
She opened the door and behind it, Little Pit showed his little head.
"Dad~ Uncle~ , this big brother said that you had some times to talk?" Said Little Pit.
"Your Highness, this…" Said Taylor confused.
"Artemis is the best hunter here, she may not know a lot, however, in terms of the quality and quantity of the products we are going to sell, nobody is better than him, also, he is the most qualify person to talk you about the process of conservation and all sort of things, I also send a message to Hygiea, she will be here in a moment, she will also talk about the other products we will be selling, little Pit will help you in the mathematic formulas you will need, he would only give you the process and the way of resolving the formulas, the way to interpret them and pass the values to real life circumstances will be up to you, however, don't worry, On this papers are some theory behind the basics of economics and commerce, I am sure that you will be able to come with a solution yourself" Said Alfonso.
"I promise to be up to your expectations!" Said Taylor.
"Good, let's begin them, the nigh is long and we have short time!" Said Alfonso.
Just like that, the five of them studied and discussed all night to come to a decision about the commerce in Wasteland Valley.

Alfonso was a historian of earth who suddenly appear in the body of Alfonso Lockheart, a fallen prince that is the Lord of a formal city known as the wasteland valley, with infertile land and losing the protection of their god, the wasteland valley is land that is destined to be destroyer by the extreme weather and the attacks of beast.

Alfonso was in a despair situation; however, he wasn’t destined to fall in this land, that is because....

[The supreme sovereign system welcomes its new host, with the help of the Greek gods as your allies, you will become the new sovereign of this land!]

The residential area she went to was the one with the house he bought under He Yuguang's identity.
Zhuang Yi waited over the phone for a long time. Seeing as the call was so silent you could hear a pin drop after she finished speaking to He Jichen, she felt vaguely sensed that something wasn't quite right. "Mr... He?" she asked quite cautiously with hesitation.
He Jichen hesitated for two seconds then pulled himself back to reality and replied, "Got it." Without waiting for Zhuang Yi to say anything again, he hung up.
Now that Ji Yi found out he was the one she was fake married to, did she go to the house to reminisce about their married life together? Or did she go because of... He Yuguang?
Having been in low spirits all day, He Jichen thought about the letter he received in the morning again.
He and He Yuguang looked too similar, so she must've remembered all the wonderful times they had while he impersonated his brother. Perhaps she went there because she missed He Yuguang?
An indescribable sense of bitterness and pain instantly filled He Jichen's chest. He pursed his lips slightly then instinctively pulled out a cigarette from the pack on the table and lit it up.
After the waiter returned from serving coffee to two other tables, he noticed Jichen was no longer using his phone but looked like he had no intention of giving it back. That was when he walked over and kindly prompted him, "Sir?"
It seemed like He Jichen hadn't heard the waiter speak at all as he stared motionlessly at the succulent on the table with a cigarette between his fingertips.
All the waiter could do was raise his voice. "Sir?"
He Jichen's eyelashes fluttered for a while and he came back to his senses when he heard the waiter. He slowly turned and looked over at the waiter beside him. The waiter thought He Jichen would know to return the phone once he saw him, but to his surprise, He Jichen stared at him for a long time with no reaction. "Errr... Sir, may I ask if you're still going to use the phone?"
"Oh." He Jichen snapped back to his senses, but once again, he didn't budge. Just as the waiter was about to prompt him again, He Jichen pushed the phone over to the edge of the coffee table.
The waiter picked up the phone and quickly returned to work. Then He Jichen's mind started to wander once again.
-
Ji Yi rarely cooked and hated doing it, but when she cooked dinner for He Jichen, she was full of anticipation and happiness.
Step by step, she followed the cooking instructions on Baidu unusually seriously, like an elementary student writing an essay.
It took her over two whole hours to finish cooking three dishes and one soup.
The sky was dark by the time she placed all dishes onto the dining table, but He Jichen still hadn't returned home.
She washed her hands then ran into the bedroom and pulled her phone away from the charging cable. She glanced at the screen and saw that there was a missed call from an unknown number.
Lately, she'd been in the eye of a storm, so she wasn't sure if the call was from a reporter or a media outlet. Ji Yi didn't call the person back and ignored it.
When He Jichen left the house, he didn't bring his phone, so she couldn't call him even if she wanted to. All she could do was call Chen Bai, Han Zhifan, Li Da, and Ning Shuang one after the other in Beijing.
The responses she got were that they hadn't seen him all day.
That's weird. He didn't go to see any of them, so where did he go off to on his own?
Ji Yi creased her brows and thought about it but couldn't figure out where He Jichen went. All she could do was be patient and wait at home.
Outside the window, the night sky grew darker.


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

The rest of the trip passed in a blur. It was partly because Hazel was tired and partly because her head was still spinning from her sudden change in plans. 
The Mayan dances were fun to watch and the statue had been interesting but her head was too full of thoughts to do much more than blankly take pictures out of habit. The rest of the day was spent going back and forth between the lazy river and the beach, downing piña coladas as they went. 
Right before dinner they were on the lazy river and Hazel lay on the tube thinking hard. She was preoccupied with a particular detail about their strange relationship. Will had asked her to change her last name as soon as they got married. Had he anticipated staying together from the very beginning?
Back then he hadn't said anything about liking her yet. She was under the impression that he was only helping her out temporarily. Had he been planning to stay married to her from the moment he proposed? 
Why? Why would he do that with a stranger? 
That thought, along with a bunch of others that didn't make sense, bothered her all the way until the plane landed back on American soil. At that point she finally snapped out of it enough to thank her husband for the wonderful trip. 
"This was the best vacation of my life," Hazel told him honestly. "It means a lot to me that you let me tag along. Thank you."
Will ruffled her hair, already messy from the plane seat, in response. "Like I said before, you did me a favor by coming. There's no need to thank me."
She didn't think so. She was definitely getting more out of this bizarre relationship than he was. It would feel more equal if she was an actual sugar baby. 
Ugh. What had her life come to? Could you really be considered a sugar baby if you were married though? 
It didn't seem like there was a proper label for her marriage with Will. It was too unconventional to fit traditional stereotypes. On her part it was a marriage of desperation. What on earth was he getting out of it? 
Hazel tried putting all of this out of her mind over the next few days as she and Will went back to their usual pattern. In some ways it seemed like the trip never happened but in others…
One major side effect of that vacation was that she could no longer deny that she was attracted to her husband. Instead of making her feel vaguely uncomfortable, his casual touches made her heart race with anticipation. 
She found herself missing him when he was away at work during the day. Before she had preferred the solitude so she could do her own thing. Now she found herself texting him first throughout the day and her heart leaped in her chest when she heard his key click in the door when he got home. 
'Muffincake, I think I might have a tiny crush on my husband' Hazel confessed when the author eagerly asked her how her vacation had gone. 
'!!!!! Did you have a steamy tropical getaway or what?'
'No! Keep your perverted thoughts to yourself'
She explained what had actually happened and when her feelings started to change. It took Muffincake a very long time to respond after that. In the meantime Hazel took that as an opportunity to work on the comic. She was behind after hardly touching her iPad in Mexico. 
Muffincake had the mind of a writer so she tended to overreact and dramatize things too much but she was also Hazel's only female friend. That was pretty sad considering they didn't know each other's names or faces. She didn't know anything about Hazel aside from the fact that she was an artist and had gotten married to a stranger on a whim. 
When Muffincake finally did respond, she had practically written an essay. 
'Girl, he has to be in love with you! Asking you to stay and keep traveling with him is super romantic! Plus since he hasn't tried getting any *wink wink* favors out of you in return, he totally cares about your presence and your happiness more than your body. 
'What sort of mythical unicorn did you marry? I have never heard of anything like this happening EVER. Is he gay or asexual or something? Because I cannot think of a single regular man who would act the way he has toward you if he's actually interested. Has he even tried to kiss you?'
Hazel sighed. She had been wondering some of these same things. It was definitely odd that he respected her personal boundaries this much since they were married and he was paying all of her bills. 
Most of his touches were playful in nature, like a brother would do to a little sister. He had only kissed her cheek or the top of her head a couple of times. Not once had he attempted to kiss her on the lips. 
'He hasn't' she admitted. 'But sometimes the way he looks at me…I can almost believe he is in love with me. I really don't get it. Maybe I look like the girl he loved and lost before and that's why he acts like this. I'm probably a substitute emotionally and nothing else'
Muffincake disagreed. 'If you were a substitute he would probably want something physical from you. Men tend to think with their…you know'
Sometimes Hazel wondered if Will didn't try anything because he was afraid of breaking her. He had been awfully overprotective and cautious of her well-being while they were on vacation. 
He was strong enough to carry her up the side of a pyramid but it wasn't like he was a giant. He was about a head taller than her. She could understand being nervous about hurting her if he was over six feet tall but as things were it didn't make sense.

“I’ll marry anyone who will take me!” Hazel declared loudly. “I don’t need love!”

“Get down!” Will hissed. “You don’t know what kind of people are lurking around in here! Talking like that might get you killed!”

==

Hazel Dixon thought she was putting her troubled past behind her. But when the person she thought she trusted most betrays her, she loses her head and proposes to an entire bar full of strangers. 

Enter Will Sheffield, a charming stranger who decides to take her up on her offer to save her from herself. 

He spoils her rotten without expecting anything in return and Hazel's confusion only grows. She doesn't know why he is acting this way. Or why he reminds her so much of the 'dangerous' childhood friend she thought was gone forever...


Their carpool driver on the way back to the pet shop was a middle-aged man who looked rather calm. He was not as talkative as Jamie. He would answer their questions, but would not say anything else or initiate conversations. It's clear that he just wanted to drive quietly. 
Guo Dongyue put the bird cage between his legs, closed his eyes and didn't make a sound. He opened his eyes occasionally to observe the status of the two red-headed lovebirds. He could tell that the lovebirds had not accustomed to the bumpy ride, for they were not as calm as they were when in the Phoenix House. 
"Can you drive slower please?" Guo Dongyue reminded the driver. 
"Meow meow! Drive faster!" Snowy Lionet was playing the same tricks it used earlier when they headed to the Phoenix House. It took advantage of the inertia when the car turned corners and tried to lean on Fina. Fina just used its claws to push away Snowy Lionet impatiently. 
Zhang Zian was about to take a nap when his phone rang. It was a text message sent from Wei Kang. 
[Wei Kang]: I have taught so many students, and many of them are older than you. I can see that you have concerns. I don't know what you are worrying about. Perhaps you might think that I want to take this opportunity to become famous, but I really just want to make some contributions to the academic community. If you agree to provide the genes of the original Egyptian cat, I assure that the first authorship of the essay will be yours. 
Zhang Zian did not reply the message right away; instead, he was thinking quietly. 
He remembered a piece of scientific news he had read before. 
In 1999, Doctor L. Lee Grismer published an essay about Chinese cave geckos. It was a rare species of gecko that inhabited Pingxiang, Guangxi Province, China. The scientist believed that by publishing that essay, the local government would pay attention to them and adopt better measures to protect these geckos. 
Unexpectedly, after Grismer's essay was published, these geckos with peculiar looks became popular rare treasures. The price of one Chinese cave gecko had been raised to USD $2,000 by international buyers. And in 1999, USD $2,000 could buy a lot of things in China. 
Driven by tremendous profits, the people's craze for Chinese cave geckos was unstoppable. Researchers soon found that the habitats of the geckos as mentioned in the essay "looked like they had been bombed, and every rock had been rummaged searching for geckos". Nowadays in Pingxiang, Guangxi Province, it was really hard to spot a Chinese cave gecko because of their excessive capture in the past. 
Zhang Zian thought about the man on the Wang Haige who wore a wind coat and pretended to know it all. That guy sold rare pets for profits. He also remembered the rich female mentioned by Guo Dongyue. She spent large amounts of money just to build a glass garden house for an intelligent grey parrot... Whether it was in China or overseas, rich people were rather frenetic about rare animals. 
Considering the tragic lesson learned from the Chinese cave geckos, if Wei Kang really wrote something like "an original Egyptian cat has been found in Binhai City, and it can help determine the evolution process of house cats" in his essay, what would happen? 
The consequences would be unimaginable. 
But for sure, the doorsteps of the Amazing Fate Pet Shop would be trampled, and his entire shop would be crowded by ordinary people and government officials. To hold Fina in their possession, people would promise him large amounts of money, or government officials would demand he hand Fina over to the country and give him a certificate for his merits... What was worse was that some wicked people might think of horrible means to clear obstacles in order to get Fina. 
Right now, a few netizens had suspected that Fina might be an original Egyptian cat, but they were just guessing, and they would probably forget about it after a while... However, If Wei Kang, a professor of Binhai University published an essay, the resulting situations would be uncontrollable. 
Zhang Zian wanted to make his contributions to science, with the premise that his life would not be disturbed, and his safety would not be jeopardized. Obviously, if Wei Kang's essay was published, his quiet and tranquil life would be gone for good. 
How about asking Wei Kang not to expose where Fina was? That would also be an unrealistic option. A scientific essay must be precise, and the factors in the essay must be provable and repeatable; the authors could not just make up the essay from hearsay without evidence. After Wei Kang's essay was released, his colleagues in the academic community from home and abroad would definitely visit him, and ask him where the original Egyptian cat was found. And Wei Kang must answer their questions honestly, or his academic reputation would be compromised—people should not underestimate scientists' persistence to chase and explore the truth. 
The tragedy that happened to Chinese cave geckos was not an isolated incident; in fact, similar situations had occurred several times. Every time scientists found out about a new species, the population of the new species would be reduced significantly because of overcapture. Even if the habitats of the new species were not specified in the essay, as long as there were descriptions of their habits, people who set their minds on hunting them could speculate the areas where they lived anyway. 
Zhang Zian turned his head to look at Fina. Fina was squatting on the spot beside him with its head turned to look at the view that disappeared quickly out the window. Fina raised its claws from time to time to push away the annoying Snowy Lionet. Snowy Lionet was very persistent and was not dismayed by these frustrations. It circled around Fina, trying every means from every angle to lick Fina's fur…
Sometimes, when Snowy Lionet was between Fina and Zhang Zian, it would involuntarily lean against Zhang Zian due to being pushed by Fina. When such situations occurred, Snowy Lionet would stare at Zhang Zian with its big blue eyes fiercely. 
Zhang Zian had to admit that it felt good to touch Snowy Lionet's long fur, and its angry look made it even more adorable. A cat lover would just keep touching its fur affectionately... 
After thinking seriously for a while, he decided to reply to Wei Kang. 
[Zhang Zian]: Professor Wei, it's not that I tend to decline people's requests, or that I have any doubt about your integrity, it's just that I am concerned about what will happen after the fact that Fina is an original Egyptian cat is exposed to the public. I am just an ordinary person, and I want to live like an ordinary person. I don't want to live surrounded by the media's spotlights. So I'm sorry, but I can't agree to your request... Maybe one day I will say yes, but not right now. 
He pushed the send button, and he received Wei Kang's message in a quick moment. 
[Wei Kang]: I understand that my request was too abrupt, and that I haven't taken your feelings into consideration. You are right; if I were you, I probably wouldn't want to be the focus of media either. I will reflect upon my mistake, and I will try to come up with the perfect plan that will work for everyone. Until then, I will not bring up a similar request to you. 
Zhang Zian felt relieved after reading the message. It seemed that Wei Kang was understanding and reasonable, unlike the mad scientists in the movies who would do anything at any cost for the sake of scientific research... 
Now that Wei Kang would not disturb him randomly, he felt quite relaxed. 
In fact, all the excuses he used above were just his minor concerns. The most important reason he rejected Wei Kang was that he never treated Fina as a cat or a pet. Whether it was Galaxy, Fina or Old Time Tea, he would respect their opinions. If they wanted to follow him to the Phoenix House, he would bring them. If they'd rather go back into the game and sleep, he would not force them to do anything else. 
They were not pets, they were Elves who had transcended the boundaries of time and space. They had their own willpowers and longings — he understood that from Snowy Lionet's experience. They were the companions of their owners, not the subordinates of their owners. They followed their owners because they liked them and identified with them, so, in return, their owners should also award them with candidness and respect. 
Hm? 
He noticed that the scene outside was a little strange. They were not on the same route as when they headed to the Phoenix House. 
"Excuse me, are we on the right track?" he asked the driver. 
"Yes, we are." The driver didn't understand why he asked, and he checked his phone which was used as the navigator to make sure. 
"We are going the right way." Guo Dongyue opened his eyes and said, "We are not heading back to the pet shop yet. I want to take these two parrots to my home first, to see how my mother will react to them, so that I can make sure what I'm doing is not meaningless." 
Zhang Zian nodded his head, agreeing to Guo Dongyue. He felt that Guo Dongyue was really thoughtful, and that it was indeed necessary for his mother to see the parrots first.


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

Upon arriving in the classroom, Mira checked the seat plan plasted on the board to see where she would have to sit. She immediately went to her seat and dumped her bags and books on the table before sitting. She looked around the classroom and saw that Jenny was already in her seat. 

"Yo Mira, whazzup?" Somebody sat in her table. She looked up to see a guy with unbuttoned school uniform matched with a stud earrings in his right ear. For a moment, Mira was surprised. 

"Hey Kang Jun, dont you have plans to remove your earrings? Im telling you, that would get you in trouble." 

It was Kang Jun's turn to be surprised. He wasn't really expecting Mira to answer because she never did so in the past years that they have been classmates. Mira is that timid. 

"Woooaaah. Are you concerned about me? Waaa. You have changed Mira." He teased. 

Mira only rolled her eyes in response. She motioned him to go away with her hands and started to look on their class schedule. Since it was the first day of class, Mira knows that the teachers will not immediately start the lessons. They will probably be asked to write an essay titled "My summer break" or something like that. 

Somebody sat on the chair beside her. Mira turned to greet that person but was once again surprised. 

"Hey."

It was the girl from the announcement board. 

"Its you?" Mira asked.

"Hehe. You're surprised right? Im not though. Im Jamie by the way. Jamie Marisol." She held out her hand for a handshake. Mira took it. 

"I wasn't expecting that you would become my classmate. Im Mirabelle Cruz by the way. Thanks for helping me a while ago. But now that you're in this class, Jenny might find trouble for you. So be careful."

They both turned around at the back to see Jenny glaring at them, especially towards Jamie. 

Jamie just mockingly smiled at Jenny. "Dont worry about that. Im not exactly a push over."

The teacher finally arrived so they both faced in front. Just as Mira expected, the teacher asked them to write an essay about how their summer break. 

While writing, Mira thought that it would be great if she could remember all of the homeworks and projects that she did on her final year. Wouldn't that make her rank higher? Would that be considered cheating? Too bad though. She only remembers some of them. 

She started writing about her summer. Her fluency in language honed by her experiences in her past life reflected in her essay. In just a short time, Mira finished writing her essay while the others are still writing theirs. The only noise she can hear is the sound of pens scrapping against the paper. There's a plenty of time left. Mira has nothing to do so she looked around the faces of her classmates. 

In the past, she made too few friends. She wasn't able to enjoy her school life. She has too little memories that she's fond of. This time though, she will make sure that it will be different. 

Her mind went back to what she can remember from the past. 

That person... Will also come here right? Because this is the place where all of it started. Mira unknowingly clenched her fist, her nails digging on her palm. 

"Okay, Time's up. Pass your essays."

The teacher's voice pulled Mira out of her thoughts. She took her paper and passed it in front of her. The others also did the same. 

"Mira, do you have something to do after school?" Jamie asked her. 

"After school? I have no plans so far. Why?"

"Then would you mind going with me later? Im not really familiar towards this area since I just transferred here." 


Mira didnt really have anything to do so she agreed. 

After the class ended, Mira didnt see Jenny. She was still probably mad at her because of what happened this morning. She doesn't mind though. Mira wished that Jenny would stay away from her forever. 

Once they got out the school. Mira asked Jamie where did she want to go to. 

"Shopping malls of course. Lets go, lead the way!" Jamie said while laughing. 

Mira can help but to also laugh. Jamie's cheekiness seemed contagious. "Shopping? And I thought it was something serious."

"Hey! For women, shopping is a serious matter okay." 

"Yes. Yes. I agree. Lets go. I will take you the best mall in town!"

Mira realized that these were the things she should have experience in her past life. One step at a time. She couldn't change everything all at once. But she can change things slowly. One step at a time.

Mira died because she was stupid enough to trust the people around her. Her reputation, her career, her identity and her... Marriage. All of it disappeared while she was powerless to do anything. At death's door, she swore that if she could restart it all, she would change everything. She would avoid the tragedy. She wouldnt fall in love with the same man. 

Now given another chance, she vowed that she will get the happiness that she deserves and definitely live a good life. Screw everyone who wronged her in the past! 


[tags: weak to strong FL, school life, friendship, time travel, fantasy]

(This is the edited version of my first uploaded book Tempest Heart.)

Rather than fright, it was dismay that jolted Wang Ling back to his senses.
This Xiang Yiyun should also be placed on the list of people he had to be wary of.
Looking at school doctor Xiang Yiyun's wicked smile, Wang Ling sank into thought as he confirmed that this school doctor had noticed something — he knew that Wang Ling had been pretending to be dead, and he had deliberately set up that performance just now. But it shouldn't be possible for him to see through Wang Ling's technique; more likely, he had made a guess based on his many years as a doctor.
In short, this Xiang Yiyun was a dangerous person — it would be better to pay closer attention to him from now on.
Bending down, Xiang Yiyun checked Wang Ling's condition again, then confirmed with the teachers around them, "It's fine now, it was because of the stress just now. Young people have healthy bodies, and will recover on their own. An older person with a lower realm, on the other hand, would need help."
"Mm, it's good that Student Wang Ling is alright." The teachers, whose hearts had been in their mouths, finally relaxed.
Only that male teacher who had been ready to give first aid looked sullen.
"What's wrong, Teacher Li?"
"Ai, I still don't know — should I stick my tongue in when giving CPR? How about Student Wang Ling lie down again and we do an in-depth study?"
Everyone and Wang Ling: "…" 
"Even a joke has its limits. Wang Ling is my student, and I'll be taking him back. Everyone else can go worry over Student Xia Ming." Teacher Pan stepped out once again at a critical moment. Of course she knew that this Teacher Li was actually joking, but Teacher Li Renyong had a bad habit of cracking jokes at the worst time.
Thus, Wang Ling was brought back to the office under Teacher Pan's protection.
Teacher Pan took a form out of a drawer and handed it to Wang Ling. At the very top was the title "Domestic Violence Questionnaire."
Wang Ling: "…"
"Student Wang Ling, I actually let your parents know to come to school this time, but I never expected them to not seem worried about you at all." Teacher Pan heaved a sigh and looked earnestly at Wang Ling. "Tell me the truth: do your parents normally act violently against you at home?"
Wang Ling: "…"
Teacher Pan: "Don't be afraid, I'm here! If someone hurts you at home, you must be brave and tell me!"
Wang Ling wanted to cry but had no tears to shed: "…" Violence… not at all! Father and Mother Wang had simply doted on him since young, and basically treated him as the apple of their eye.
Conversely, it was Wang Ling who felt a little apologetic when it came to his parents' devoted care.
But indeed, Father and Mother Wang were helpless to do anything else — not long after Wang Ling was born, the whole family relocated to a villa in a remote suburb in order not to create trouble for their neighbors.
Imagine if you lived with a nuclear bomb in your arms every day — you would be on edge the whole time, too.
Wang Ling shook his head.
It was impossible to confess to something which never happened.
Father and Mother Wang were very good to him — if Father Wang didn't look for excuses to dock his pocket money, that would be even better!
It was obvious that there was some misunderstanding, and Wang Ling just needed to make things clear. He also didn't expect Teacher Pan to show him so much care at the beginning of the semester.
This was a good thing. At the very least, it proved that Teacher Pan had a sense of responsibility as a teacher of the people. For Wang Ling, however, this excessive care was troublesome.
He just wanted to finish out his high school life peacefully as an ordinary high school student.
"Student Wang Ling, don't be afraid. Cold violence is also violence," Teacher Pan said very earnestly.
Wang Ling: "…"
Not good at expressing himself with words, Wang Ling could only bend his head and start filling in this questionnaire. He used excellent, high school exam composition skills to write an essay describing Father and Mother Wang's meticulous care for him growing up.
Every exam essay had a format. By analyzing and summarizing what they were, Wang Ling could predict beforehand what style the exam marker preferred: emotion, creativity, an emphasis on flowery language, or something close to real life.
In Teacher Pan's case, Wang Ling sensed that she preferred to see more emotion, so he wrote a chicken soup essay in the [Words From the Heart] section of this questionnaire.
As a result, beautiful words were peppered throughout Wang Ling's essay.
1: My parents are like candles that are warm and give off light, showing me hope and warmth, while I am like a small flame, so weak that I may be accidentally blown out. (Alluding to Father Wang docking his pocket money)
2: My father's love is like a towering mountain as well as a flourishing tree, which protects me from the wind and rain. I, on the other hand, am like a bird in the tree, although the branches will sometimes scrape my feathers. (Alluding to Father Wang docking his pocket money)
3: My dearest father, we can't be apart for even a moment. Our family is like the Three Auspicious Treasures, although there are times my father's love is as stifling as Lord Laozi's immortal-binding rope[1] and stresses me out. (Alluding to Father Wang docking his pocket money)
Teacher Pan's eyes immediately turned red after she read this essay.
She was practically sobbing as she said to Wang Ling, "Student Wang Ling, I understand, you can relax. It's already late; hurry on home."
Wang Ling didn't know whether Teacher Pan had correctly picked out his meaning, but he believed that there shouldn't be any problems since he had already written it so emotionally. Plus, he also secretly complained about Father Wang docking his pocket money.
... 
However, not long after Wang Ling returned home, Teacher Pan snapped a photo of his reflection and posted it in No. 60 High's teachers' group.
[No. 60 High's Teachers' Administrative Group]
Talismans – Teacher Pan: [Photo] Our class's Wang Ling wrote this. Everyone, have a look.
PE – Teacher Ye: Ah? Teacher Pan, did you suspect that Student Wang Ling was being abused at home?
Talismans – Teacher Pan: That's right, so I had him fill in the questionnaire. But from the questionnaire, it seems that Student Wang Ling has never been abused at home; he even left such a moving essay, which made me cry. This kid knows how to be grateful and knows that his parents don't have it easy – this is so rare. It's unfortunate that this is a private inquiry and this essay has to be kept confidential, otherwise I would share it publicly.
PE – Teacher Ye: I finished reading it, it's well-written.
History – Teacher Wang: Not bad, not bad. Such a high level of understanding and line of thinking – this is indeed a good kid. I teach Wang Ling and he's always well-behaved in class. No wonder Student Lotus Sun likes him.
School Doctor – Xiang Yiyun: I have a different opinion; I think Student Wang is hinting at something in the essay.
All the teachers: ???
School Doctor – Xiang Yiyun: Look, he compares his parents to candles and his father to a branch, and then brings up the immortal-binding rope at the end… 
Teacher Ye swiftly replied: Are you saying… wax play, whipping and bondage?
School Doctor – Xiang Yiyun: [covers face] I didn't say that… I was just joking… 
Looking at the screen at that moment, Teacher Pan's relaxed expression tensed up once more.
Was that a hint?
Teacher Pan thought that it was possible.
[1] Referring to "Journey to the West."


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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