Zander Black is an average and insecure high school boy. Life is normal, and he is normal. That is until he wakes up in a grand mansion with 500 other similarly aged children. Knowing no one, he must survive in this unknown place which is considered a ‘school’. But what type of school is it?

“First assignment: ‘Vigilante Justice’.”

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This story may not have a clear genre, I hope it won’t only be dark, but also a bit humorous.

The classroom was so big and there were enough desks for all of us  and there were a bunch of books in the desk pocket and a bunch of trinkets on the table that were recognisable. For example a rubix cube and a bunch of puzzle blocks in the shape of a cube etc. The desks were labeled with our names. We all went to our desks and explored the idioms on our desks when we heard Ms. Samantha cleared her throat and looked at us meaningfully. "Right now we will be doing an IQ test to see what your IQ is so that we can determine the average IQ for the advanced class is." Ms. Samantha cheered happily. "We will be taking mini tests all day. I want you to try your hardest because in this class we are competing in lots of television shows and the IQ score will be shown. The class gaped at these words. Your guardians have already given permission to this and it was stated on the contract that was sent to your guardian." I looked at her and I never got a contract, the teacher seemed to notice my confusion and explained. "This was the contract that you were given at the beginning of the year Amelia so yes we have everybody has signed Guardian." 

    'That makes a lot of sense I did not look through the contract this year because it looked so long so I just signed it figuring that nothing bad could come of it. Being on stage is not a big deal but at least I get to settle into a classroom for the first time. The people here look friendly enough, but that one girl sitting in the middle looks so cheerful I really wanna talk to her a lot.' The teacher starts to explain while I am lost in thought when I snap out of it I hear her say 

"So basically when I finish the rubix cube stop the stopwatch and then give it to me to see how fast you did it and let me record it and then you will move on to the next activity. Okay. Now when I get to one start the stopwatch and solve the rubix cube. 3…...2…1" I started the stopwatch and I started to use the hack for rubix cubes that I saw on a pop up add and hoped it worked. 

'Up down left right side side forward back.' I had that sequence on repeat in my head five seconds later I stopped the watch and showed the teacher my cube and my watch seven seconds. She recorded it without saying anything and then I turned around with the stopwatch and the cheerful girl was right behind me with her rubix cube and looked happily at me. I waved and then went back to my seat as much as I wanted to say something to her. I held it in and sat down. I saw the puzzle pieces and I clicked on the stopwatch and did it. That happened five more times before I was all done but each time that I showed Ms. Samantha my stopwatch I always turned around to see that girl. But since me and the girl were done the scores needed put into IQ. So we waited at our desks for the rest to finish. While I was waiting, I organized my desk and took out a text book to read just to see the new curriculum.  It was certainly harder and It looked like this curriculum would be fun. I looked at the girl in the middle and she was reading poetry. I looked back at my own book until Ms. Samantha called our attention.  "I have the results from the tests but we need to convert them into IQ scores in the meantime I want you all to tell each other your names and your age." A boy on the far right spoke up on this account. 

"My name is Aiden and I am sixteen." Then the next person spoke up 

"My name is Elizabeth and I am fifteen." Then people started speaking up left and right.

"My name is Bailey and  I am fourteen." 

"My name is Ally and I am sixteen."  Then it was only me and the happy girl left but instead of me speaking up she did. 

"My name is LIly and I am Fourteen." Then it was my turn

 "My name is LIly and I am eleven." I chimed nervously. People looked at me but said nothing against me but nothing for me either. The one person that seemed genuinely happy about this was Lily the happy girl. 

"I want you all to get to know each other    so I am giving you all a group project that will be shown at the beginning of the year exhibition where it will be judged. The judges are strict but fair. This will be done in groups of two and I will let you choose your partner now." The teacher explained . As soon as she said go everybody rushed towards lily saying 

"Lily I am the second smartest after you please let me work with you." Lily ignored them all and walked past them and then called out. 

"Hey Amelia do you want to be partners." I looked at her in shock. 'Why would she want to be with me? But I know I want to be with her so I said sceptically. 

"Sure." After the partners were decided Samantha who stated it clearly that she did not want to be called Ms. Said choose what you want to work on as your project. I sat with her in the corner of the room we had pulled up the chairs. 

"What is your favorite subject Amelia?" Lily asked 

"Human Anatomy. What about you?" I replied 

"Writing I am really good at writing essays." 

"Oh really that sounds cool, which topic do you wanna choose?"

"I think that if you already have research on human anatomy we could choose a part of a body and I could right about it? Also we could have a poster about the body part and we could have visuals and maybe even a demonstration of some sort," Lily rambled. She gave me an idea. 

"Lily I have a lot of research about acupoint massages  and I can do a demonstration on the judges." I chimed putting the idea out there. Lily looked at me in awe 

"You know about acupoints!? That takes years to master! That is awesome!? Depending on how much research you have then we could definitely do that. Or if you want to do more research then that is perfect.

we are make arrengements for my school exams and i learn that our mentor has a  background becuse it was smoother than i thought we are staying in london for 6 months
"shall we do exam after one or two week for your studies or do you want tomorrow "
"i want to do tomorrow sir "
i think he did not expect that answer from me i can t judge him giving first to highschool exams all doing by 5 years old boy i would think  
boy is spoiled and liar but maybe  his disase and i don t know why he is making 
it with out asking
-------------------------door opens------------------------------
"welcome sir what do you want to do?"
there was brown hair receptionist lady she has brown eyes and beuty face

"thankyou lady we want to oppen account for
stocks and can we take one cup of cafee and orange juice for boy"
"yes sir immediately "
after sitting here and investing my money 
we were crossing over a old and very conflicti g old bar it was very weird that nobody did not giving attention and there were board writing
'Leaky couldron' i stopped here for 2 minutes 
very confused 
i said that my inner voices 
'@#&## harry potter world what the ##@$@ ?
okay calm down it could be worse it could be
some martial arts world'
"jhonatan jhonatan!  why are you just looking
a music storage?"
principle call my name with high voice ı forgot that normal people can t see
"ı am uuuuuu....  looking for bird "
"don t waste my time follow me"
after going hotel we sleep tomorrow i have exam
there was a empty room and 5 people waiting for me 
"is that kid jason? he should be very special that you use connections"
there was middle aged man with fedora and 80 style suit he looked me very interesting eyes
"you see it charles kid special or not"
"than lets begin"
after taking exams from them i started write fast speed they dumbfounded from my writing but i dont know they changed curriculum i write with my future information
after i finished 8 th class lesson one if them looked like say something but they stoped by others and my durability start to be spent but thanks for my magic(power mystery solved) i accomplish it
i am still five years old it was expected
my exam last for six hours and when i finished all of it they looked me like i am monster and i did not realize that my hand bleeding
------------------observers pov(after exam)-------------
we are dumbfounded 5 years old kid very ordinary looking came to us today by our  friend jason and he told us he want to taking exams for skip class we laugh to him it was a good joke but everything changed when kid start exam he was writing like he  know everything with out second looking and we looked his paper little bit and it was detailed and correct after thirth hour one of us want to
told to him exam continue tommorow but we stop him becuse kid hand was bleed ordinary
kids would cry for it but that kid eyes are very focused when you look his eyes it s like endless dark well

that day we decided to go drink but after seeing child like that "we all same ha lets looked what did he write"
after we check the exams child answers are above the truth it was not a genius it was monster second tesla  no no it was far from
 einstein or any scientist and after we check exams we decied to graduated him from highschool but our wish was graduated him from universty we don t know where jason find him we decided to protect him from information leaking 
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my relasing schedule is very random so i can relased it any time 
I am waiting for your comments and power stone for support maybe it can make me faster

after he died left a lot of legacy but he did not leave one thing his brain 
education and moments he spend what will  bring to him 

ı am not owner harry potter or somethihg like that
your comments are valuable

Hey guys, it's Kodiak. I want to apologize for my wonky update schedule. 

I am a Sophomore in high school. I'm taking all honors and AP classes except for 2 of my electives. I live in America, but my school does classes based of an England curriculum.

Spanish 1
AICE General Papers = An AP writing class basically
Pre-AICE Math 3 = Honors Geometry 
Pre-AICE Chemistry = Honors Chemistry
AP United States History (APUSH) 
Dance (my favorite class)
AP Psychology 

HERE IS THE KICKER THOUGH: I am supposed to be a freshman because I was bumped up a grade. So I just turn 15 and I am a sophomore taking sophomore and junior classes. It's fun. I have all As and Bs and a 67% D in Chem. 

With the studying and homework from these classes, as well as starting to move in the middle of the school year, my time is pretty... limited... to say the least.

My family is moving from Florida to Maryland. Financially, we can't afford to keep living in Florida, so we're moving. 

I'm stressed to say the least. We are packing the house all day tomorrow. My dad is leaving for Maryland on Sunday to start work and find a place to live. 

On top of my Anxiety, Depression, and mooorree, my mental health and creativity is going down hill from the stress.

ALL IN ALL: I'm sorry again for the lack of uploads, I'm trying to write, yknow. 

I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far though. Please leave suggestions in the comments for ways to take this story.

Thanks for listening to my long winded explanation and apology. 

I love you all! 💜
-Kodiak

Kitsume's PoV:

So we arrived at the school, Klein and Allie told me "You will return home immediately after the class is finish ok?"
I replied "Kay." in a cute voice
Then they replied "Okay then, we will go now. Oh and remember be good. and befriend someone that is good"
"Ok." Kitsume

Then they returned to their work. around 5 minutes later the teacher came, and we introduced ourselves. Heck I didn't even bother to remember their names except for the Teacher. And he is the village chief Zack Geirsson, and I checked his stats. 
Zack Geirsson
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Title: Ex-Adventurer, Village Chief, 
Job: Teacher
Class: Battlemage
Level: 20
Hp: 21,000
Hp regen: 40/sec
Stamina: 10,000
Stamina Regen: 26/sec
Mp: 1,700
Mp regen: 10/sec
Rank: B
Luck: 9
Str: 95 
Agi: 40 
Wis: 56 
Int: 60
End: 57
Dex: 59
Character Description: 
The strongest person in the village of Berlau.
A village chief, A teacher, And a Loving Father.

After our introductions, we started the class. the topic was Language, Writing/Calligraphy, and Math.
I didn't listen because Allie already teach me those. and I upgraded this skills to max already. But still Zack noticed that I wasn't listening. Then he asked me "Astrom what is 35+70"
I replied "It's 105 teacher"....."Oh your good then, I didn't know that you we're listening. Now let's go back to our topic."

So after school was finished, I returned home as promised. Then I and Dad trained again at the forest while Mom was cooking, after the training we returned home, ate, after I finished eating I slept, and when it was already Midnight I change my clothes, and used body transformation again and made a clone who will be sleeping. And I started hunting at Amethyn, Again.

After that I returned home, and deactivated my clone and reverted back my body to that of my child form. And when Klein and Allie woke up they prepared breakfast. And woke me up. And I got back to school again. I did this for 5 years, and I learned many information in School, such as you can't go to a magic school if you are 12 years old and below. That you can register as an adventurer in the age of 7. and many other information about this world. and I learned some useful magics.
and gained 30 levels while hunting monsters at Amethyn.
...........
5 Years Time Skip, Berlau, Kitsume's POV:
The sun was rising, and I woke up Klein and Allie. When we finished eating breakfast. I said.

"Mom, Dad, I'm leaving the village."

"Why?" Klein 

"I want to become an adventurer. and I want to enter a Magic Academy when I'm 13." I replied

"Ok, then which magic academy, will you join to? Drasonia, Academy, Which boasts their combat effectiveness of their magic? , Zaemmarth, Academy, who is boasting how good they are at Crafting magical items? Stroxwyce, Academy, which boasts about it's curriculum about battlemages? or the last one Ashmoor, Academy, Which is the most balance.?" Klein

"I think I'll pick ashmoor, cause it has the most balance curriculum in this 4 academies" I replied

"ok then there will be a caravan coming next month in the village, it's destination will be the town of Didenhilt. and we will have a match if you can't beat me, Don't even think about leaving the village." Klein

Then I Helped Klein in his hunting, Then returned home and slept.
............................
Lavarune, Before Kitsume was even born, Near The Village of Coragan, Wilhelms POV:

I woke up in a forest alone, and I have this strange thing which I can see. It calls itself a system. I don't know why but, I don't have any memories, but then I just opened up my inventory and saw 5 books which are Magic Manipulation for Dummies, World of Azeroth Introduction, A Book on explaining every races on Azeroth, Math Caligraphy and Language of Azeroth, and the final book EVERY KINDS OF FIRE MAGIC Tier 1-10. and my inventory has a Strange Looking Fruit. I pressed the fruit and it came out in my inventory, I read the description and known the name of this fruit it was an Angel Fruit, it was called Honei Honei no Mi (Bone Bone Fruit), the appearance was a Rotten Apple with swirls and a skull. The system says.

It's a Logia type, and has the power to Allow the user to control fossils and the dead, when struck the user shatters into bones and can reconstruct themselves, can use bones as armor, a shield, or a weapon as well as reanimate the dead. Similar to a necromancer. Note: With great concentration can control the living. and its has no weaknesses.
So I just ate the fruit, and after that a window popped up

Congratulations You Gained 5 levels, And Gained the power of the Bone Bone Fruit.
As a gift to your new found power the system gifts to you the 'BOOK OF NECROMANCY'

then I closed the window and continue checking my inventory, And there was 4 items left which was a long black trouser, a black shirt, a black combat boots, and a  black Long trench coat.
they have this self-cleaning, and self repairing features and I notice a paper in the pocket of my trench coat saying. 
'Hello, after equipping all this items please check your character stats, and if you  want to know who you are find me at RAVENFALL'
So after reading it, I curiously opened my character stats.

Wilhelm
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Title: Wanderer
Age: 24
Job: None
Class: 
Level: 6
Hp: 70,000
Hp regen: 1,000/sec
Mp: 70,000
Mp regen: 1,000/sec
Stamina: 70,000
Stamina regen: 1,000/sec
Rank: G
Luck: 99
Str: 500
Agi: 500
Wis: 500
Int: 500
End: 500
Dex: 500
Character Description:
A pitiful human.

'What is this description, Pitiful? Why?' why do I need to be pitied?' I thought
And then I just ignore my character description, and looked at my map and my current location was the cursed woods. so I rest for a bit and tried to master my Fruit gained abilities.
After Using my Fruit gained ability, I finally Mastered it, and I managed to create a bone sword, and it costs around 1,500 stamina to make one. and it is stronger than a Rare weapon that is tier 2. and read the book about this world.
I learned from the book that the stat. of an average creature is 100 below.
meaning I'll be an A rank adventurer if I wan't to be one of them.
'nice' it was what I thought. then I just started reading the other book's from a high tree, but then I heard a loud scream.

"HELP!!!!!!!!!!!" ???
I thought 'nah not helping them they will just ruin my day'
Then I heard the scream again "PLEASE ANYONE HELP US!!!!" ???

Then I was struggling in my brain thinking if I should help or no.

December 31, 2019

Fuck. It's just that tonight, I just felt that my high school life in my science school is really ending in just 3 months. I'm happy but sad at the same time, because I won't get to see the usual people that helped me through my darkest times. 

I just studied in that school for only 2 years, and I didn't get to be close to the other people who I find to be interesting. Fuck. Why do I suck at socializing? Why do I freeze when I speak to people? I can't do this anymore. It's my ego that's destroying my life. 

Throughout my 18 years of existence, I always had my ego to be pessimistic, leading me to play safe in all things. To beat my fucking ego is my goal to upcoming decade. This pessimistic whore is always trying to make me think negative things all throughout my course of life. My ego always gave me fucking insecurities which I don't deserve. 

I hate my life. As far as I'm typing this chapter, I began to realize how introvert I have been in front of the students of my school. I didn't even show my funny and confident side. I can't even approach them and ask questions that have been stuck in my head. Shit, shit, shit. What a mess I've done this 2019.

It's hard to leave a solid impression in front of many people in my last year, because there's only 3 months left. I didn't even had time to myself to confess to my crushes. I didn't even manage to spoke to some of my crushes through my 2 years time frame in this school. Fuck. Why are these running in my head all over again? Why am I procrastinating my brain cells in this last day of 2019? What have I done in this decade.

Shit, hopefully this book will have its deserved recognition in the future. This book is the only optimistic thing that my ego has done for me. Not to brag, but I sometimes look up to myself when I became popular in the future. I always imagine what I look like in front of many magazines like Time, Forbes, etc. I wonder how it feels like to be interviewed by various talk show personalities like Jimmy Kimmel, Jimmy Fallon, and James Corden. I wonder how does it feel to be in the podcast of Joe Rogan talking inspirational shit about my success, or maybe, I'll be in Ted Talks. Ahhhh, why is it so cool to be famous and highly honored person.

I'm a big dreamer and I always think to myself on ways of achieving success. I really have to work hard into it. Everytime I check out YouTube, I always find it curious on how YouTubers became famous and popular. I often watch their old videos and see how they sparked into success. I saw one YouTuber that has only one popular video, but it led into a domino of success.

Everyday, I always say to myself to never give up and pursue my passion. Writing this book is an example. Even though I'm sleepy as fuck now, I still force myself to pursue and finish this chapter with a good last paragraph. To be honest, my last chapter was terrible. That "just kidding" thing is just a random thing that pops out in my brain.  

I can't believe we are a few hours away from 2020. To be honest, I see this decade as a year of growing as a full human. Of course, for a 17 year old boy like me, this kind of growing comes in physically also, but the mental and emotional part really hit me hard. Man, I'm so glad I got to undergo on the additional 2 years in my Filipino curriculum (K-12), because it lead me to meet people that thought me great life lessons. I even acknowledge the people who I made a little conflict with, because they're the real ones that slap me to reality. They taught me how to be a human without hurting other people's feelings. 

Man, I lowkey love this world. This makes me truly believe that there's a Creator in this universe that controls our way of things in life. It's perfect. Sometimes I get downs, but sooner, I came to realize that "Wow, thank you Lord for giving me this shit. It created a character development within myself."

As 2020 fast approaches to our door, I just want to acknowledge all the things that happen this 2019. Man, it's been a tough year for me, especially to the person I talked about last chapter. Let's just call her Jennifer (not her real name). Jennifer gave me joy that was missing in these past few years of my existence, but she also gave me despair that I never felt in my junior high school life. In fact, she became one of the reasons that inspires me to write this book. She's the woman that made me realize to pursue my passion more. Sadly, she's also the one that broke my heart. 

Nevermind, let's move on. I don't wanna talk shit about her, because I don't want to make her look "antagonizing" in this book, because that's not what she used to be. Maybe, we only had a few misunderstandings that even I didn't manage to realize it. Past is past, and we should not linger to it. I'll just open up about her soon if I'm in the mood of writing into it. Right now, I just wanna enjoy my last 2019 with my 2% phone together with my chill bed. 

I'm glad that this decade will end smoothly. Thank you for giving me friends that I didn't expect to be a big blessing for me. Thank you for the pain and mistakes that happened to me, hopefully it won't happen to me in the next decade. I never expected to have this rollercoaster decade (right now, I mean it literally).

What's up 2020? Bring. It. On.

The daily adventures of Greg, a lazy procrastinator who is battling against his anxiety and depression.

It was 10:00 AM when they finally got up. Mira  still looked a bit drowsy. 
"Come on, let's go for breakfast." Mira said. Isabella followed her down to the Great Hall. Adam was already there along with everyone else. 
Except for Michelle. 
"Where's Michelle?" Isabella asked. 
"It's Saturday.... you can't expect her to be up before noon. And don't wake her up. You don't want to suffer the same wrath as the others who dared disturb her sleep...." Mira shivered at the thought of it. She, along with everyone, felt shivers down her spine. 
"That bad, huh?" Isabella said... at first she thought they were joking but seeing the looks on their faces just made her question what was it that was so bad. 
"Let's not discuss it..." everyone nodded in agreement. Isabella came to the conclusion that perhaps it would be for the best if she never found out what they were all so afraid of.

"So anyways.... Isabella, are you still interested in Quidditch?" Adam asked. "Our seeker left last year. Wanna tryout?" 
"Yes! I played for Ombrelune- my Quidditch team at Beauxbatons." 
"Beauxbatons has houses too?" Jane suddenly jumped in. 
"Yeah. Three. Ombrelune, Bellefeuille, and Papillonlisse. We have house points too. We earn most of them from playing quidditch competitively." 
"Wow... I thought Beauxbatons would have a completely different curriculum but it seems to be mostly the same."
"Well we do learn a lot about music, creative arts and writing. We also focus on learning how to assess a situation instead of immediately casting a spell or hex. So it is sort of different from here." 
"Do you have a sorting hat too?" Jane questioned. She was very curious about Beauxbatons. She had dreamed of going there. 
"No. We have to shoot an arrow, and what ever color sparks the arrow bursts into is your house. Purple for Papillionlisse, Blue for OmbreLune and green for Bellefeuille. The arrow bases your house off of personality and character."
"That's so cool..." jane was about to keep asking questions but Adam stopped her. 
"Alright, more questions later! Isabella, you should come meet the team." Adam got up from the table. 
Isabella followed him after saying something to Jane because she looked disappointed. "I promise I'll answer all your questions later."
That made Jane feel better. 
The rest of the table continued to talk after they left. 
"How good are you?" Adam asked. 
"Pretty good, I've caught the snitch most of the times and my team is usually the winner." She replied. "Professor Bletchley has my record from playing quidditch at Beauxbatons... if you wanna check." 
"Yeah, I was going to head there anyways. "

After a while of walking they came to the Charms classroom. At the end of the classroom, professor Bletchley sat at her desk reading the Daily Prophet. Her eyebrows were stitched together, her lips pressed tight together. Whatever she was reading, must have not been too pleasant. 
"Ah, Smith. Isabella, I hope all is well?" She said. 
"Yes, ma'am." Isabella said. 
"Good.... now Smith. We need to talk about the Ravenclaw quidditch team. Any ideas for recruits?" 
"Actually, that's exactly what I came here to talk about. Isabella said she played Quidditch at her former school, I was wondering if she could play seeker?" He said. 
"Oh! That's a great idea! I saw her record, she was the best seeker in Beauxbatons!" Professor Bletchley exclaimed. Isabella's head was down, a slight blush. "Take her to meet the team and practices. I'm sure she won't disappoint." The Professor glanced at Isabella and smiled. "I'll see you on the field."

The left the classroom, and she followed Adam to well, where ever he was taking her. At first she didn't know but then she saw they turned at a big hallway. At the end was a door with an eagle on it. 
It was the Ravenclaw common room. 
"A prisoner is told "If you tell a lie we will hang you; if you tell the truth we will shoot you." What can he say to save himself?" The eagle said, turning to look at Adam and Isabella. 
Adam thought for a while, he started pacing. 
'Tell a lie... hang you... truth...shoot you...hm' Isabella thought. 
"Oh! He must say, 'You will hang me'". She said. Adam looked at her, his eyes wide.
"Good job." He told her. "Now come on!"
They entered the common room. Most Ravenclaws were at desks, studying, reading or writing. Only a few were chatting over by the fireplace. 
Adam led her to a table where five people were gathered and they were discussing something. 
The one who had been in some of her classes with Ravenclaw, had blond hair and green eyes, he was quite tall and well built too. 
"Adam!" He announced to the group. 
"Sup man." The high fived, fist bumped, something else and a quick hug which was more of a chest bump. It was their special handshake, Isabella assumed. 
"Where's Mira?" He inquired, when he saw Isabella. 
"Hangin with the others." Adam replied. "Alright so, Cal" Right! She had forgotten his name was Cal. "I think I've found our seeker." He told Cal, pointing at Isabella who stood behind him. 
The rest of the people turned to look at Adam. They must have all been older because  Isabella didn't recognize them as third years. A girl, with unruly bright red curly hair and shining big blue eyes stood up. She also wore glasses with a thick black rim. They only made her eyes look bigger. 
"We'll have to see. How about tomorrow, Quidditch field, 7 o'clock sharp in the morning. I already booked the field for practice."
"Sounds good." Adam said. Isabella stepped forward. "Her name's Isabella, she the-" she didn't let him finish. 
"Transfer from Beauxbatons. Isabella Dumont. Nice to meet y'all." She didn't want to seem shy or timid so she decided it was best to speak up and not let Adam do the introductions for her. 
"Name's Darcy. Darcy Barts. I'm a chaser and Captain of this team." She extended her hand. Darcy had a firm hand shake. Darcy was a 6th year. She started to introduce the other team members. Mary Haden, (5th year) a dark skinned girl with dreadlocks. She was a beater. Lucy Wade, (5th year) whose long blond hair was tied back into a beautiful french braid, was a Chaser along with James Casey (who went by Jace, 4th year). He had a messy undercut hairstyle and very interesting grey eyes. Cal Leuze (pronounced "lose") was a beater. Adam stayed to chat with the team, but Isabella left, deciding it'd be a good time to find the others.

Isabella Dumont is entering third year at Hogwarts. She was transferring from Beauxbatons (the french magic school) to Hogwarts. It was her mother’s decision. To her mother, Hogwarts is a complete mess. The views are stunning and all, and the Ravenclaw tower is most certainly magnificent with all the books she could possibly read and great friends but there’s only one big issue bothering her. And that’s Nicolas (Nick) Potter. 
50 years ago Harry Potter (Nick’s) grandfather defeated Lord Voldemort, a powerful evil wizard. And now Nick is attending Hogwarts, and according to Isabella he just thinks he’s the greatest, but he’s really just another annoying boy. 
But what will prevail in their relationship as Nick starts to show interest in Isabella?






(Harry Potter Fanfic)

Curly Hair worked even harder in order to advance from his learning console to a game console. However, there were some things such as reading comprehension and writing essays that were really too difficult to learn.
Curly Hair wasn't even able to obtain a C each time and didn't know whether he was making any progress.
After yet another test, Curly hair had to defend himself when Fang Zhao checked his learning progress.
"I feel I have made great progress. Not far from a C- now."
Because of this sentence, Fang Zhao changed the grading system to score from 100 marks. On the next day's test, Curly Hair's reading comprehension received a grade of 21 marks.
He wasn't even able to meet the passing criteria of 50/100 marks.
The weather was fine. Nanfeng and Zuo Yu had been looking at a few houses for Fang Zhao and came over to report their findings. Upon entering the dormitory, Nanfeng saw Curly Hair crouching in the corner with his head drooped. There were clearly tear marks beneath his dog eyes.
"Why is our Little Curly Curls crying again?" Nanfeng was about to say "Did you receive a scolding again?" but caught sight of Fang Zhao from the corner of his eyes and changed his tune. "Feeling heaty again? Here, have some fruits."
Nanfeng then brought out a paper box filled with little fruits. He saw Fang Zhao looking over and explained hastily, "Got them from the fruit store outside of HuangArt. I asked already; dogs can also eat these fruits. They are rather cheap too. One box only cost 21 dollars."
Curly Hair cried even harder.
With that, Nanfeng could only have Zuo Yu bring Curly Hair out for a walk. If the dog wasn't in a mood, walking one round would make him feel better. If that wasn't enough, then two rounds was needed. As for everything else… what could he say as an assistant?
Whoever paid the wages was the boss!
Curly Hair didn't seem to be in better spirits after walking two rounds. However, the dejection of scoring 21 marks was quickly forgotten when he regained his self-confidence after taking a math test at night.
The learning console also had reference books compiled by various teachers of various continents. Unless the user loved doing questions, most students would simply have psychological scars from those reference books.
Curly Hair had similar sentiments, but his were slightly more complicated. Practice questions in the sciences were a piece of cake. He could do ten sets of science practice questions in the same time he took for a reading comprehension question. Even then, he might get the reading comprehension question wrong.
After Curly Hair finished the primary school curriculum, Fang Zhao looked through Curly Hair's grades. Curly Hair scored close to full marks on math and science. The only blip on his report card was a narrow pass on language, but overall, it was good enough for him to start the secondary school curriculum.
To celebrate graduating primary school and being one step closer to his own personal terminal, Curly Hair happily devoured five kilograms of dog food.
Secondary school curriculum was more complicated. Fang Zhao added some money to the account to purchase some of the online classes. After watching a few videos, Curly Hair chose the online classroom of a very popular teacher.
The microphone was also turned on.
Sometimes, students would have questions. Of course, there were also students unwilling to turn on their mics and would just type questions out in text.
This type of classroom mode was rather novel to Curly Hair. This was the first time in his dog life that he was acting as a human. He needed to be on his best behavior.
Curly Hair pretended that he was a secondary school student and started his journey of attending online classes.
However, this unique student still gave teachers some headaches.
For example, when a certain teacher that specialized in tackling test and examinations questions said, "Encountering a tough question is like a stumbling block in the middle of a road. How would you go about solving it?"
Curly Hair: "Eat it up!"
"Can this student please be more serious?"
As the other online students roared with laughter, the teacher took note of the online student ID [Little Curly Curls].
Afterwards, Curly Hair felt that the stuff this teacher taught was too simple so he went over to the next classroom and stumped the teacher with his questions.
He wasn't purposely causing trouble. Even though he asked seriously, the kind of questions he asked were either from unorthodox perspectives or were beyond the scope of the syllabus.
For students, those that could stump teachers by asking questions had a "cool" halo in the eyes of others. Some students also took note of [Little Curly Curls]. But, this bookworm seemed to not like accepting friend requests.
It wasn't that Curly Hair was unwilling to add friends. Rather, he remembered what Fang Zhao had said. 
"No adding friends before 'graduating from university' or scoring at least 85/100 for a language examination." Fang Zhao was worried Curly Hair would reveal his identity in a fit of carelessness.
The teacher of this classroom didn't know this. He had spent the past few days studying this student who had asked many crafty questions. Although there was a voice, the student couldn't be seen. The voice sounded young, and the questions were sometimes very naive.
Nonetheless…
There would surely be a vile and sinister face behind this innocence! A wide mouth and sharp teeth were just waiting to bite a huge chunk of his flesh!
Some people were just the best at pretending to be innocent!
"Don't think you can deceive me!"
A question solving genius? He didn't believe it!
How could there be so many geniuses in the world. If this were really a genius, he would have been snatched up long ago. Those at schools weren't stupid. Nowadays, every continent and district were competing for talents. There was no way such a talent would use a learning console's platform to attend classes.
Therefore, it definitely had to be a professional troll!
This sort of situation was commonplace. Currently, competition among online classes was intense. Mutual sabotage occurred frequently. He reckoned that surely this ID had been sent by someone from the same industry. He couldn't keep this fellow any longer!
Right now, what he needed was to think of a reason to kick this person out of the classroom.
After another round of questions left him stumped, the teacher sent a private message to Curly Hair. The main idea was this: You are already very impressive. I have nothing more to teach you. I can recommend you a teacher, for example XXX[link]. Since you have only attended half of the scheduled classes, I will refund you the remaining half.
Don't bring me down. If you want to harm others, then go ahead, the teacher thought to himself.
Curly Hair was also surprised when he saw the message.
"This teacher is really great! Introducing a new teacher and even giving a refund! Woooo!"
The refunded money could be used to buy dog food!!
Curly Hair felt that this transaction was rather worthwhile and agreed to leave the original classroom. He even sent a red packet to that teacher as thanks when he left the classroom. It was mentioned in literature that one must respect their teachers.
That teacher was thinking of agreeing to a full refund if the other party didn't agree. He could only count himself unfortunate this time. He never imagined that the other party would really agree. When he glanced at the classroom's online enrollees, he no longer saw [Little Curly Curls].
There was even a virtual red packet attached to the private message that wrote, "Thank you teacher! You are a really good person!"
The teacher: "???"
Is there poison in this red packet?
Curly Hair didn't know what the former teacher was imagining. After exiting the classroom, Curly Hair clicked on the link the previous teacher had recommended and entered another online classroom.
The new classroom mainly targeted the upper secondary students. There were many people in this online classroom, and more than half had been attracted by the teacher's background and experience at a university that had many essays and lots of lecture videos. A large portion of the introductory web page displayed various awards and honors the teacher had received. These online classes were just a part-time job for him.
Parents were very satisfied with the awards and honors of this teacher, but students were different. They felt that listening to this teacher's lessons was very tiring. Every lesson touched on complex knowledge that left them blank ank unable to keep up, especially when the teacher threw out complicated and rare jargon that wasn't in their secondary school textbooks. Every concept and formula required a lot of time to absorb. There were also many questions that combined the covered material. The students simply couldn't keep up when the teacher spoke too quickly.
However, for Curly Hair, such content was easy to receive. Thus, after adapting for two days, Curly Hair once again started to hunger for more knowledge and had a debate with the teacher over his question response that was marked wrong.
After that, on his third day at this new class, Curly Hair was kicked.
The teacher had forcibly kicked him out of the classroom and left a message. "I will return the money. Leave."
Curly Hair left rather happily.
"You are a really great teacher for teaching without accepting payment!"
Fang Zhao said, "… The newly released 'New Reading Compilation' has good short essays. Go take a look at the first ten."
As before, Curly Hair still couldn't distinguish certain words and sentences. He was also unable to perceive some words with derogatory connotation. However, speech was fine for him. Outside, Curly Hair could listen to someone's tone, mood and body language to determine whether the other party had any malicious intent. However, Curly Hair was still particularly sluggish when facing written words.
While Curly Hair drooped his head and analyzed the short essays, Fang Zhao received a call from Mo Lang.
"The dissertation committee list has already been finalized. The time slot to to defend your thesis will also be set in the next few days. According to the sequence of submitted applications, you will be the first. Prepare early."
There was still time before the dissertation. However, Fang Zhao would the first postgraduate from the advanced studies course to defend his dissertation. Furthermore, there could also be pressure from various other sources, so Mo Lang was worried whether Fang Zhao would be nervous. It was easy to make mistakes during the dissertation defense if one was nervous. Thus, he had informed Fang Zhao beforehand so that Fang Zhao would be able to mentally prepare himself.
Fang Zhao wasn't nervous. The dissertation touched upon his thesis that was completely written by himself. Points that needed to be taken note of had already been discussed with Mo Lang already. Fang Zhao was sufficiently prepared.
Mo Lang then analyzed the dissertation committee chairperson and the members of the committee before hanging up.
Fang Zhao brought up his virtual calendar and checked his schedule. Nanfeng would indicate if there were any new work related matters or things to take notice of. However, there was a period coming up without any events. Many people knew that Fang Zhao would be defending his dissertation. They wouldn't seek him out if it wasn't anything important. Other small matters could be handled by Nanfeng on his own.
Fang Zhao marked out a row of dates on the calendar. This would probably be the period where he would defend his dissertation.
While he was doing so, he received another call notification.
Fang Zhao picked up the call and had yet to speak when the other party shouted, "Hello, Fang Zhao! It's me, Samoyed!"
Fang Zhao: "…."
What sort of stimulation had this Zaro child received recently?


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

Heidi and Rebecca were called to Gawain's tent, and after hearing what Gawain had in mind, the two were, sure enough, shocked.
"Educate? Teach every civilian and even the serfs?" Heidi's eyes were wide; she was this close to totally losing her grace. "And it is to be listed as a law of the territory. Everyone has to receive an education like paying taxes?!"
"That's right. Henceforth, learning to read and write will not only be a right but also an obligation." Gawain smiled; being able to see the always mature and steady Heidi being so startled by him was also a rather pleasant thing. "Now, every person in the territory has to know how to read and write. People who come to this land in the future must also do the same. Otherwise, they absolutely wouldn't be able to survive in the new order that I'm pursuing."
Heidi looked to be absorbed in thought. "New order…"
Meanwhile, Rebecca who was beside her was much more practical: what immediately came to her mind was how difficult this would be. "Lord Ancestor, to educate an illiterate civilian into a knowledgeable, cultured person with propriety isn't that easy. This requires literature teachers, mathematics teachers, history and geography teachers, and also teachers who teach swordsmanship, horsemanship, as well as a couple of natural history tutors. Even after completing all this relatively basic curriculum, there's still the super, super tough courses like art, etiquette, and heraldry. All these subjects would take ten-odd years to complete!"
Gawain was stupefied; he was about to explain when Heidi who was in front of him held her forehead and spoke up, "Rebecca… not every person requires ten-odd years to learn etiquette, art, and heraldry. Besides, as a matter of fact, even till today, you've yet to grasp them…"
Rebecca was dazed. "Eh? Was that the case? Why do I remember my etiquette teacher telling me that I'd completed my education…"
Heidi wore a look of exasperation, expecting better from her. "Because he really couldn't beat you!"
Rebecca: "…"
Amber, who stood behind Gawain, was instantly convulsed with laughter; the entire tent was filled with a merry atmosphere.
Whereas Gawain had to quickly interrupt his granddaughters' topic that was moving further and further away. "Stop, stop, stop. You're digressing as you go on. I believe you people have misunderstood what I meant. The education that I speak of is entirely different from the kind of education that you know of, for large families to foster their heirs. I do not want to cultivate an aristocrat or an apprentice as a result of this but to foster talents who possess the ability to read, write, and understand mathematical logic. And remember, this will be mass cultivation."
As he spoke, he shook his head. "Those methods of looking for a group of renowned teachers, teaching from the start of the day to the end, and producing a few young masters and young ladies after ten-odd years of education will not work here. The education that I demand will be very simple. For adults who hold a job, conduct two hours of fundamental general studies, literacy, and counting every day after work, that's all. For children who still cannot take on jobs, conduct half a day of education. The other half will be left for them to help their parents by working at home."
Such a 'basic' and 'inexpensive' way of education was truly unheard of. Heidi could not help but frown. "In other words, the minimum requirement for them is simply to be able to read and write, and the teachers would also only have to be of this standard… What use would such basic education have?"
She had actually yet to vocalize another half of her question: what do civilians need literacy for?
If this was in the past, she most likely would've blurted it out, but she wasn't that sure now. This was because she had realistically seen the other side of civilians and serfs, and ancestor had mentioned, once previously, his plans for every person in the territory to become literate. That was equivalent to having given her a heads-up; only she didn't expect that this ancestor actually meant business and was getting to it so soon.
"Being literate means being able to understand reason, being able to shoulder even more complicated jobs, being able to understand ideas that we relay to them, being able to live with clearer goals, being able to become useful talents." Gawain smiled and looked towards Heidi. "Perhaps some people were fated to never be Mages, knights, or priests since they were born. They were unable to awaken Beyonder gifts, but the majority of people are able to grasp knowledge through acquired learning after birth. At least in this aspect, fate was relatively fairer."
Heidi had yet to realize what Gawain was referring to at the start, but she was quickly reminded of a person — someone she'd just met today, the silver-haired girl from the capital.
She finally revealed an appalled expression. "Ancestor, you aren't intending to… add rune theories into this general-studies curriculum, are you?"
"That is an intermediate to advanced level curriculum, so why not?" Gawain beamed, his spirits unprecedentedly high and joyful. "Recall carefully, Heidi. Amongst the formulas and theorems recorded in that notebook… which has to do with the gift for magic?"
Heidi's mouth opened. She finally made a sound sometime later. "No, none, those… are all solely calculations!"
"Correct, that notebook verified a thought that I already had previously. That is, that the gap between Beyonder powers and mortals isn't as great as it is imagined to be. Perhaps such powers indeed favor those with unique gifts more, but since it is a natural phenomenon, there is no reason that more than ninety percent of the laymen in this world are isolated from it because of a mere problem with natural gifts," Gawain said, lamenting. "Runes and magic do have rules, and to sum up laws… what is required is intelligence and not power."
Yes, mortals could also engage with the Beyonder realm. Even if they themselves would never be able to release a spell, they could build an indirect connection with Beyonder powers through this 'lever' of mathematics and logic. And once contact was established, the scarily massive 'quantity of mortals' could almost cleanly sweep away the old order — Gawain was convinced of this.
Heidi pondered whilst in shock; at last, she hesitantly asked a question, "Do most people… really possess such intelligence?"
"Your tone is very hesitant. Which means you already have an answer." Gawain looked at Heidi with a subtle smile. "Through your interactions with them these days, are you still not sure that they are the same people as you and I?"
"I understand." Heidi inhaled deeply. "I will go make preparations. First, select literate people from the hundred people from the capital to serve as the most basic teachers. Then, convene the various supervisors and arrange everyone's work and study timetable."
"Remember, the most fundamental is literacy." Gawain nodded in satisfaction and emphasized, "And we cannot delay the construction of the territory. Regardless of teachers or students, they cannot be released from production labor at this stage. Teachers who teach reading and writing are to participate in labor after classes too."
"Please rest assured, I will handle it well."
Rebecca glanced at Heidi, then at Gawain, and then scratched her hair in bewilderment. "What were you two talking about at the end? Rune theories? Why can't I understand…"
"It's normal that you didn't understand because you didn't come with us this morning." Gawain's figure leaned back, resting against his chair. He watched Iron-Headed Girl with a merry smile. "Rebecca, I found you a friend. She specializes in the same area as you do…"
Without waiting for Gawain to finish, Rebecca's eyes lit up. "She can consecutively fire three big fireballs too?!"
"…Um, I'm not referring to the ability to launch fireballs."
Rebecca's eyes spun around. She wanted to ask — since she could not launch fireballs, was it knowing how to climb trees, steal from birds' nests, or grilling locusts? However, as she was afraid of getting beaten up, she didn't dare to vocalize this thought. Meanwhile, Gawain had become profoundly aware from seeing this young lady's expression that regardless of how talented this child was, it could never change the reality of her lively and unbridled character (moreover, she'd had her head clipped by a door before). Hence, he could only tell it straight. "The friend I speak of isn't to fool around with you. She's here to do research with you. Her name is Jenni Perot, a member of the hundred-person aid team. She's a Grade 4 Runemaster and is equally gifted as you are in the area of mathematics and calculations. And the way she studies magic has many aspects that could complement and correspond with you…"
To avoid this young lady letting her mind out of control, Gawain shared everything about Jenni Perot in one breath.
Whereas Rebecca listened on dazedly. At the end, she suddenly clapped her hands together. "You said that she'd found a technique to do the framework of rune blueprints using calculations instead of spells?"
Although the process of it was tortuous, Gawain did not explain much of it at present. "Something like that."
"Ah! I want to meet that person!" Rebecca, sure enough, had an elated look. "It feels like she's really impressive!"
Gawain was very glad to see Rebecca being fully interested in this but still reminded before the doofus ran wild. "Do not delay the development of the Magic Powered Engine and the 'cement'."
"Don't worry! I know that!"
"Then the discussion for this matter shall end here." Gawain nodded in satisfaction; then he looked towards Amber. "Amber, make another trip and get Sir Byron here."
Amber looked reluctant, but her figure still gradually faded in the air. "Sigh, what a laborious life."
Soon, Sir Byron, who had been resting in the barracks, was brought to the tent. This former mercenary and now a middle-aged knight bowed to Gawain. "Duke, you asked for me?"
"Are you familiar with the serf market and refugees?"
Sir Byron faltered for a moment before nodding. "I'm very familiar with the serf market. Previously, I'd represented Miss Rebecca's father to purchase serfs from the territories of the other aristocrat clans. As for refugees… I can't speak of being familiar or not. Those are people who rove everywhere and are more or less like savages. At the old mine to the extreme north of Tanzan Town and the abandoned Goering mill—"
Gawain cut him off. "I don't want those who have become outlaws, but those whose background are still clean for now."
"There are no refugees with a clean background, but I believe I get what you mean. You want those still lingering at the perimeters of towns and villages and have yet to give up on getting a means of livelihood in the civilized world?"
Certainly, someone who was once a mercenary, who had associated with all sorts of poor people and fought in the gray zone, Byron understood Gawain's request immediately. Then, he quickly put out a suggestion. "Lord, if you are really prepared to recruit refugees, then I have a suggestion. Why don't we try issuing a mercenary authorization at Tanzan Town? Just say we want to buy slaves in masses —— buy slaves at less than thirty percent of the market price. This way, it would not cost more than dispatching announcers to put up notices everywhere and communicating with the feudal lords of the various aristocrat clans. Moreover, it will be extremely efficient."


During Gawain transmigration, a little problem occurs.
After hovering in the sky above the land of a strange world for over hundreds of thousands of years, he realizes that perhaps his transmigration is completed by acquiring a physical body.
Never did he imagine that he would have to guide the body out of a coffin after going through great difficulties to obtain it, only to come face-to-face with his two extremely shocked great-great-great-great... great-granddaughters, and also—
Be thrust into a world that's the verge of its era’s end.

Changying and Junjie knew each other since she was seven and he was eight. They were living in the same block but the Wu's move to a new area. After she was bullied when she was eight, her parents had her to homeschool. Meanwhile her brother didn't get homeschool.

Her brother had a normal life. She also had a depression but it wasn't severe. She wanted to have friends which are real not imaginary. Her parents felt devastated when they saw Changying's depression getting horrible. After  she sat an online school exam, she was accepted to go to public highschool.She is a transfer student. She enrolled in the school in the mid semester.

She was happy.She had the same school as her brother, Junjie and Bolin.Now let the story begin...

Writer: Cringe warning

The first day of highschool, was great for her.
Zhongqing walked with her to her classroom."Brother, it's fine. I can take care of myself  now"

Zhongqing nodded and rubbed her head. He went to his class with a heavy heart. He was scared his sister was being bullied.Then he corrected himself."No way she could be bullied.She can speak more than one language.So she could thrash them easier.Then, she have the biggest gang leader in the school as her brother."Zhongqing mumbled himself.

"Come in, Miss Wu." Chen Chunhua.(Yes I googled it). Changying knocked on the door before she entered." Since she is new here please guide her. Miss Wu, you can introduce yourself."Changying nodded.

"My name is Wu Changying.I was homeschooled ever since.I can speak more than one language. My hobby is reading."Changying said then she bowed to her class. The male classmates seem to like her.<(￣︶￣)>typical love story. Ik ik!

After a few classes, it was lunch.Ella and Abigail went to Changying's table.

Quick biography.

Ella Huang and Abigail Huang. Twins that are not identical. Their mother is British while their father is Chinese. Ella is more edgy and tomboy. Meanwhile Abigail, is more girly and cute.

Return to the story bishes..

Ella asked Changying" Do you want to sit with us?". Changying shooked her head and write something on a paper."It's fine but can you lead me to class 4-A?"

"Why do you want to go there? Do you have a secret lover there?"Abigail said. Changying shooked her and write something again" I need to meet someone"

The twins nodded and lead her to class 4-A. They waited a metres away from the class.The class was famous of Zhongqing's gang. They had so much trouble since they enrolled here. Although they are gangster, but they manage to stay in class A. They were quite suspicious. The teachers also was wondering how did they score that easily every year

Changying knocked the door while holding a lunch box."Brother?"Changying said.Her voice sounded sweet and angelic. The senior in the class was shocked to see someone calling their classmates Brother." Is she here? Lil sis!"Zhongqing shouted while running towards her."Brother, mother told me to give you this."Changying added.The twins were extremely shocked too.

Zhongqing rubbed her head"Nah I don't eat them. You eat them. Did anyone bullied you yet?I can't wait to beat them up!"Zhongqing said to her

Changying started to mumbled "Je vais m'en plaindre à maman!".She complain in another language if she got mad."Non, non." Zhongqing said.He sighed and took the lunch box from her hands. He carefully placed her head in his chest."Take care of yourself, okay.No boyfriends. I know your beautiful and nice and all.But you still my sister."He whispered to her.

Writer: Je vais m'en plaindre à maman means I'll tell mom about it. While non non, no no. Sometimes I googled it or I just look in my book. Yes I learn French , Japanese



Changying nodded and let go his arms.She waves at him.Then, she went to her class.Ella and Abigail were shocked. They were the only who knew about their relationship except Zhongqing's classmates. Then, they have English class.

Mr. Bojing , whom their English teacher is quite a bit of enthusiastic." So I heard your class got a new student, stand up and introduce yourself!" He said with excitement.

Changying stood up and introduce herself. They started the class and ended it early today.

Her first day was great and all." Okay, class. Let's call it a day!"Mr.Bojing said. The students packed their stuff. After all the students left the classroom, Ella and Abigail decided to wait for Changying to pack.

After Changying packed her stuffs, she went to the main gate."It's okay, you guys can go back first. I'll be fine." Changying advised them

Ella and Abigail went home leaving Changying alone at the gate. Changying was waiting for her brother while reading a book.

Out of the blue, Zhongqing took her book."Pourquoi as-tu fait ça pour!"Changying said. Zhongqing laughed at her mad face."You look so cute when your mad.  So what happen at school today?"Zhongqing asked her.

Meaning: Pourquoi as-tu fait ça pour. It's like why did you do that for.

"Well I met this handsome guy and he's really sweet!" Changying said slyly. Zhongqing lifted one of his eyebrows."Didn't I told you, no boyfriends?"Zhongqing asked her again.

"I didn't finish yet. It's my awesome brother!"Changying shouted softly. Zhongqing nodded with agreement.

They went home....

Li Junjie was wedded to his beautiful wife named Wu Changying.They had a stable marriage which lasted for 5 years. Until,Changying's stepmother who despise Li Junjie(for some stupid reasons) wanted them to have a divorce. Changying's stepmother sent blackmail about the Li Cooperation and a picture of Changying cheating on him(typical drama).Zhuang Qiaolan(stepmother real name)also mention that she would hurt his wife if he didn't left her.His choice was a stab to Changying's heart.

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