Austin Academy is one of prestigeous schools in the city. A lot of people want to study here not because of the system of the school but because they've heard the speacial program that only in this school exist. This program is called 'Gifted'. 

Gifted is a program where many of the students wishes to be part of it but this program had selected students that they called the Gifted. Gifted students were provided high previleges of the school that makes the normal students jealous. Gifted program is a mystery to the people beacuse they never heared what this program teaches about but they only know that this is a special program that will help yourself to achieve what you want in the future and that makes them understand that it is truly special..

The first car to open their doors was the Royal Family. The sea of people held their breaths as they waited for the long-hidden Princess to reveal herself.
A middle-aged man stepped out first his presence was enough to bring the whispering gossipers to hum, and silence the whole venue. The Duke was dressed in a navy blue, the same shade of blue that was used on the United Kingdoms flag. Medals adorned his left chest showing off all of his life's achievements so far.
The second person to reveal themselves was the Duke's wife, Duchess Maria Kavanaugh. She was dressed in a beautiful white dress that faded into a stunning forest green at the bottom of her skirt. Her hair was a blazing orange-red. She was a proud woman, she wore the colours of her country's flag and held her high as a true Duchess should.
The last one to step out was a young male in his twenties who stepped out with his fiance. They were dressed in matching red outfits, the male a traditional British suit and the lady a fiery red dress that perfectly accented her golden skin. The lady wore extravagant gold jewelry that represents the yellow on her country's flag.
This Royal family clearly loved their country and was not afraid to show it.
But wait.
There was still one more guest.
The most anticipated guest of the royal family.
Out stepped two white heels, then two more, and finally the long-awaited princesses.
Wait.
PRINCESSES!?
The crowd was stunned silly by the revelation. 
Now imagine their faces when another sister stepped out dressed in the exact same outfit as her sisters. They all looked identical!
No wonder it was so easy to make the world think that it was only one daughter.
Last but not least, a dashing young teen stepped out dressed identically to his father. The young boy led the three little five-year-old princesses down the red carpet behind his older brother and his soon to be wife.
All this time, Yaorui watched from her car's window in shock.
The Duke clearly said daughter, note that the word 'daughter' was not plural. She was also hinted at, that the 'daughter' would be around her age.
Not that she minded the white lie, she'd take cute little kids any day.
Currently, her brother and his date were sleeping next to each other in the car. She woke up her friend first, who woke up Long Ao for her.
By then, the next car had already pulled up, and the passenger was about to get off.
Hu Angli stepped off the car dressed in a suit the exact same colour as her chosen dress. It seemed to be a custom made suit right from his mother's design studio. His natural two-block haircut was now split and styled into the Korean wavy hairstyle.
While Yaorui's car was pulling up, Hu Angli posed for the camera with complete confidence.
The car door opened and Yaorui exited first, her heels digging into the back of her ankles like knives, she turned to the person who opened the door and bowed her head in respect.
While her brother and Wenshi got off the car, she walked the red carpet alone.
"Walk three steps, pose two three four, repeat,"
Her mother's words were reciting themselves in her head, providing her comfort.
It wasn't long until she made it to where Hu Angli was posing for the cameras.
"How are your feet?" Hu Angli discreetly whispered to her.
"How'd you know?"
"My mom and sisters used to force me to play dress-up with them,"
"Aww~,"
"So? How are your feet?"
"Dying, but I'll be fine, not like I haven't done this before,"
"Brought a few bandaids, you want them,"
"Later," He nodded.
Together they turned the next corner where there seemed to be a bit of a traffic jam.
The three little princesses were arguing about who got to be carried by they're older brother, currently escorting them.
"Big bwofur up!"
"No, I want uppie!"
"Pick meeeeee!"
Yaorui gushed over the three little girls while Hu Angli tried to hate the three little princesses for taking his mate's attention.
Keyword: Tried
Soon enough, there was a crowd of gushing bigshots by the corner, much to the embarrassment of a certain prince. He had no idea how he was going to pick up three girls.
Hu Angli was no longer able to resist the urge and asked the prince, "If you're okay with it, I can help you carry your sisters,"
The prince smiled at his knight and shining armour, "That would be perfect," he turned to his sisters, "Who wants to be carried by him," He just out his thumb to Angli.
The three princesses looked at him blankly.
"I have cookies," he pulled out the cookies that were meant for his goddess and bribed the princesses.
"ME!" One of the Princesses snatched the cookies and jumped into his arms.
Hu Angli smiled, satisfied.
"I'm Oliver Hu," He held out his free hand for a handshake.
"Prince Sean,"
"Nice to meet you, Prince Sean,"
"Same to you,"
"Xiao Rui,"
Yaorui stepped to Angli's side, "Yes?"
"Pretty big thister carry me!"
 (Pretty big sister carry me!) 
Li Yaorui let out a shout squeal at the small Princess and happily allowed the little girl to climb into her arms.
"What's your name?"
"Bailey,"
"Well, I'm Iris,"
(A/n: I legit used my name to make her Chinese name okay?)
"Iry?" She gushed again at the child.
Together, the six of them made their way into the venue, where they were announced by a herald.
"Announcing the arrival of Prince Sean, Princess Celestia, Princess Bailey, Princess Lizzie, Oliver Hu and Iris Li,"
"Miss Li, wonderful to see you again,"
She curtsied, "As to you, Your Grace,"
"I see you've met Bailey," They looked at the group of three little angels munching away on cookies.
"She's adorable and very clever,"
"As expected of a student in the GIFTED program,"
"Are all your daughters in the GIFTED program?"
"Yes, it seems like genius children are more common nowadays,"
"Every child is a genius, they just have to be taught a certain way,"
"It seems so,"
____________
Lu Sheng Rong
( Because we haven't visited her in a while)
For the past two weeks, Mu Jian Nu had been coming over and staying the day with her and her brother then head back home after dinner. If they went out, he went out with them, sometimes he stayed to prepare meals if they weren't gonna be out long.
They quickly fell into a routine that was carried out day and day.
 Wake up, and Mu Jian Nu would already be there in the kitchen with breakfast nearly ready.
Clean up, relax, classes, exercise, lunch, classes, shopping/ go out, dinner, and end the day with some homework and television, maybe some games if they felt like it.
Of course, Mu Jian Nu was still the flirt he always was, and Gebao had taken him of the blacklist. Soon enough, he went back to modelling, and they stopped spending the day together.
Kahn Yexing came by often, and they would talk though not much.
Her brother's friends came by everyday to hang out or play around in the gym area. 
Zhang Mao Rong was in her same grade and class. He was her seat buddy at the beginning of the year before she and her friends decided to take the homeschooling program. Now they joked around as they did at the beginning of the year.
She told him that they had decided to go back to school after Yaorui got back from her trip to New York.
Zhang Mao Rong was happy.
Her brother was not. Lu Zhi Sai never liked school, which was why he opted to take the homeschool program instead, but now that she was going back to school, that meant he had to too.
Don't think he didn't notice the flies flying around his sister.
Lu Zhi Sai glared coldly at the back of his friend.

Several thousand years ago, a species very similar to humans arrived, they helped the humans grow and strengthen. The only condition, to never record anything related to them in history. It was best to leave a few things to the imagination. 
Now in modern day, they return with peace being the last thing in mind.

Li Yaorui, a thirteen year old that is overly accomplished and too smart for her good, Innocent yet well versed in the declining state of the world and its political state, has a target on her back, though not the regular target. In the future she'll have to face unimaginable challenges and sooner than one would hope.

He was the son of a mafia head, young but accomplished, but absolutely terrible when it came to love. All the books and lessons he got turned to dust when he finally reunited with his childhood friend.
Those were his thoughts when they first reunited, now, he knows that she has a target on her back, yet the enemy is still unknown, let's hope that he is enough to protect her.

________________________________
The moon shone, full and proud.

Next to her laid a boy of her age.

Brown eyes that shimmered gold, reflecting the dancing fireflies.

Wavy black hair, dark as the night sky.

His hand gripped hers.

A smile plastered on his face, revealing his dimples.

The stars gleamed at them.

Trees swished, swaying the, to sleep.

The milky way revealed its colours as the meteors fell.

Wish after wish.

Giggle after giggle.

Crickets chirped in the background.

A nearby river trickled.

"LiLi?"

"Yes?"

"You'll come back, right?"

"Of course, how else am I supposed to make you my bride?"

"I'll miss you, come back soon okay?"

The boy turned his head, allowing her to see his face in full.

"Okay,"

"Promise?"

"Promise,"

She felt herself smile.

"Xiao Rui,"

"Yes,"

"Don't forget to stay away from other boys,"

"I won't forget,"

She giggled.

"You better not, I don't want my bride to be stolen,"

"Don't worry, I won't let anyone steal me,"

"You better not, and don't forget me,"

"I would never forget you,
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Cover art is not mine, creds to the creator, I found it on pinterest

Expect a high level of cringe in the first few chapters.

While Nie Chang worked away at the notebook Su Yan started thinking about his next story again.
He had never written any original story since he feared that he might not be good enough. Writing an original would require him to craft everything on his own: The world, the characters, the storyline … He didn't feel up to this task even now, although he had written more than twenty fan-fics starting from his schooldays. After all, with a fan-fic, all those big questions had already been answered.
Though, he had been getting bolder with time. At first, he had only written some short fics, some new adventure for the heroes of his favorite novels. Now, he sometimes made some favorite side character of his into the new protagonist and let him have his own novel or he tried to imagine the future of the protagonist or something that had happened far in the past but was never mentioned in the original novel whatsoever.
This time, he actually didn't know what to write. He somehow wanted to try his hands on that reincarnation thing that had been getting popular recently. Wasn't it great? Somebody got a new chance at life, maybe reliving his own life and changing it for the better or waking up in a completely new world where he could cultivate and become immortal when he had been a normal human being before. There were so many possibilities to explore!
He had already read quite a few of such novels but at the moment he just didn't know for which of them to write a fan-fic.
Hm. Maybe I should pick a few of them and then let my readers choose? But what if they chose something he couldn't find inspiration for? Mn, no, it was still better to find something himself. He should just have a look at the synopsis' of his favorite reincarnation novels again.
He turned around and wanted to get his notebook when he remembered that Nie Chang was still working on it.
Ah, damn. So that's impossible. He drummed on the table with his fingers, thinking about what to do. Then, his gaze fell on Nie Chang's notebook.
"Heh, Ah Chang, you've found anything yet?"
"Mh-mh. Nothing yet."
"Then … can I use your notebook for a while? I want to look something up."
"Sure, go ahead. You know the password?"
"No. Tell me!" Su Yan pulled the notebook over and inserted the numbers Nie Chang told him.
Oh? That sequence seemed familiar somehow? He pondered but couldn't quite catch on. Might be something famous from a movie or something like that. Who knew Nie Chang would be this careless with a password? Isn't he supposed to be some expert with computers? Even I know you shouldn't take something like that as a password!
While Su Yan scolded his friend in his heart Nie Chang suddenly looked up, his expression a little taut. He observed Su Yan's face and finally sighed.
Ah, not even recognizing your own date of birth? Damn, that would have been a good opportunity to confess had Su Yan asked.
He could only sigh. Staying over the night … on one hand, it was great since he had many opportunities to finally get into Su Yan's head that he didn't only want to be friends with him but on the other hand it was utterly frustrating because Su Yan managed to misunderstand every single hint he gave.
How could one be so naive in this day and age? Then again, that was what he loved about him. Nie Chang gazed at him a while longer and finally shook his head before he concentrated on the notebook again. Until now, he still hadn't been able to find anything.
Meanwhile, Su Yan got the shock of his life. Just when he had opened up the browser, another window popped up. This time, no voice greeted him but instead a line of text appeared: [Welcome back, host! I am the Lovely Writing System, type Special System K81-3FA5-69, and I was allocated to you to help you gain experiences, further your skills and achieve greatness related to your targeted occupation 'author'.]
Uh … what?
As if the system had analyzed his expression, another line of text appeared: [You were granted a system that will issue tasks related to your chosen career path. Through accomplishing the tasks occupation-related skills will be trained and special missions will be unlocked that will help you achieve the next rank on your path to your targeted goal.]
Su Yan blinked. Eh? This sounded pretty good! Was this really the same strange program that had shocked him this much just an hour ago?
Wait, wait! How did he use this program? Was there some sort of FAQ? He had questions!
Su Yan looked around but he couldn't find anything. In fact, the whole program seemed to consist solely of the big textbox. Should he just start writing there and then those tasks would be issued?
The program once again answered his question: The explanation disappeared and the window was divided into different parts. In one of them, a gray '1' appeared and the word 'Novice' was displayed next to it.
Su Yan lifted his brows. This was …? It looked like some kind of leveling system from a game?
Indeed. An explanation popped up: [The host is currently assessed to be at rank '1 Novice'. Further information can be displayed by clicking on the current rank.]
Su Yan didn't really care about that. He wanted to see the first task! After all, that was probably what would help him gain a rank and — more importantly — further his skills. He just clicked the explanation away and waited for the other parts of the window to reveal themselves.
Soon, the thing he had waited for appeared: A task list occupied the middle part of the window. There was one task displayed there with the title of 'Getting Started' but before Su Yan could click it, another explanation popped up.
He grit his teeth and just clicked it away. He didn't really care for these explanations. Wasn't this just like a simple game? He would totally be able to figure out everything on his own! Thus, Su Yan did the same with the other explanations and finally clicked on the first task:
[Getting Started: To master a technique, basics are needed. To devise the best learning path for the host a test will be personally tailored for him. Please enter some basic information regarding your experiences to set it up.]
Oh! This program actually looked really good. Su Yan's eyes gleamed. Maybe this would really help him become a great author? He clicked on the [Accept]-button and was instantly dumbfounded.
This … What did this have to do with writing?!

Su Yan always wanted to be an author. Being moved by his determination (Well, in fact, she was just an avid reader of his fan-fictions and wanted him to write full time …) official Shen Lu grants the aspiring author a system: The Lovely Writing System!
Finding a strange app on his beloved notebook, Su Yan is sure he has fallen prey to a hacker. But why is this strange app issuing tasks related to his favorite hobby? Wait … What? He is supposed to write BL?! And what is this shitty task about experiencing story immersion?! No! He’d rather not become an author if that means he also has to become a shou!

Follow Su Yan on his path to becoming the world’s greatest BL author … and to reluctantly becoming a beloved shou thanks to a shitty Lovely Writing System!

Release schedule: The story is finished.

When Wang Xiaodong finished the last step, he opened the data package and looked at Lu Zhou, "The iterative calculation program is completed. The coordinates for the far and close side of the moon, the speed, and the direction of Chang'e 3 are calculated. I'll send it to your email?" 
Lu Zhou, who was writing, did not even lift his head, "Just send it to my QQ."
Wang Xiaodong, "Okay, what's next?"
"… The satellite orbit around the moon and the satellite landing trajectory geometry data and parameters are all here. You'll have to do the plotting," replied Lu Zhou. He threw the fully written A4 at Wang Xiaodong's desk and began his next calculation. 
Wang Xiaodong looked at the data on the paper and noticed that he had changed the MATLAB software to a more professional SAS software for data mapping. Without any expression, he answered, "Okay."
The two collaborated quietly and were fighting in their own areas of expertise. 
It was around twelve o'clock when Lin Yuxiang walked quietly into the computer room. She placed a plastic bag containing two packs of yellow chicken rice and two cans of coffee on the table. 
"Geniuses, time to eat!"
Wang Xiaodong got up and took his plate. With a smile on his face, he said, "Thank you."
Naturally, Lin Yuxiang smiled back. She then walked next to Lu Zhou and said, "This one's yours."
Lu Zhou did not raise his head as he replied, "Put it aside. I'll eat it after I finish calculating this."
"Okay!"
It was nine o'clock at night when Lin Yuxiang yawned and went back to the dorm. Wang Xiaodong went back at around ten o'clock. As he was the main force for tomorrow, he had to get a good night's rest. 
At this point, other than Lu Zhou, there were only a few people left in the computer room. 
The genius mathematics student Luo Rundong was also there with Liu Rui. 
There was also a third-year genius statistics student next to Liu Rui. 
Their team configuration was special. The captain was responsible for programming and part of the modeling but did not do calculations. Most of the modeling was done by Liu Rui who then directed another person to do the thesis. 
The third-year genius statistics student asked, "Is that guy in your dorm?"
Liu Rui nodded, "Yeah."
The genius statistics student said casually, "That guy is insane. I briefly looked at him when I went to the bathroom. He chose question A. They'll have a lot fewer competitors than us."
Liu Rui asked curiously, "Then why didn't we choose question A?"
Liu Rui has been solving question B for a while now and he did not feel like it was easy at all.
The genius statistic student said impolitely, "Because I have you guys for this year. Do you think I wanted to choose question B?"
Liu Rui: "…"
The other guy in his team: "…"
At three o'clock in the morning, only five people were left in the computer room. 
At four o'clock in the morning, Lu Zhou was the only person still sitting in front of a computer. 
By the time the sun started to shine through the window, Lu Zhou finally finished writing the last line of calculations. 
When Wang Xiaodong opened the computer room door and walked in, he asked, "Finished?"
"Finished…" said Lu Zhou. He sighed in relief before saying, "The basic modeling is completed. The rest is programming, plotting, and sensitivity analysis by observing changes in the simulation. When you're done, I'll start writing the thesis."
Wang Xiaodong nodded his head and said, "I got this. Go and rest."
"Okay."
Lu Zhou pinched his eyebrows, shook his head, and stood up before he walked out of the computer room. 
Compared to his all-nighters during the summer, this was nothing. 
Lu Zhou could not remember how he got back to the dorms. He just remembered that he opened the door and without even taking his clothes off, he went to sleep. 
When he woke up, it was already dusk. 
Lu Zhou sat up in bed and rubbed his messy hair as he took out his phone from his pocket to take a look at the time.
He recalled that he got back to the dorm around six in the morning.
"I slept for twelve hours…"
The next time he could sleep would be after the competition. 
Lu Zhou went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up before heading toward the computer room. 
When he arrived at the computer room, Wang Xiaodong was already writing the last line of the program.
Lin Yuxiang was away but she had brought food. The food was still hot. She probably left recently.
Lu Zhou opened the plastic bag and was about to grab a pair of chopsticks when he saw a piece of paper in the bag. 
He slowly unfolded the paper. 
[Try your best ~ ^.^ ~]
Lu Zhou: "…"
Lu Zhou crunched the paper and threw it in the rubbish bin before opening the disposable chopsticks to begin eating. 
When he finished eating his dinner, he went to the bathroom and along the way, he threw the takeaway box away. 
When he came back, Wang Xiaodong pushed his glasses. He stood up and started talking, "I've already finished writing the program. The code I've used for the three questions have been sent to your QQ. I'll come back at three in the morning. You'll have to do the thesis."
"Ok, set an alarm. Don't forget."
"I know," said Wang Xiaodong as he nodded his head and left. 
Lu Zhou was the last relay runner. He sat in front of the computer and stretched.
It was seven o'clock at night and they still had 37 hours till the thesis submission time. 
Within the next 37 hours, he had to summarize all of the calculation processes, modeling ideas, procedures, and answers to the three questions, all into a 20-30 page thesis. 
No matter how exquisite the model or how ingenious the program, the judges would only judge by the thesis presentation. If the thesis could not be understood by the judges, then there was no hope for the prize. 
Therefore, this last step could not be done sloppily!
Lu Zhou went into his working mode and he had completely forgotten about the time. His attention was entirely concentrated on the computer screen and his typing and thinking were operating at the speed of light. 
The abstract and keywords had to be written in one page according to format requirements. Lu Zhou edited his abstract and even then, he barely made the cut. 
No one knew his model thought process better than him. Therefore, this stage was easy to do. 
The next was the cumbersome process of proof and reasoning. This was the main part of the entire thesis. Although it did not take up too much space, it was the most time-consuming part to complete. 
The main reason was that not only did it involve mathematical modeling ideas, it also involved programming. 
Lu Zhou was comfortable with mathematics but he needed to communicate with the coder for the program part. 
Time slowly past by and the sun fell down and rose again. Once again, it shined across the horizon.
When the night was over, Lu Zhou had finished the last part of the question answering section. 
He stretched and started at the thesis with his sleepy eyes before yawning as he started to talk to himself. 
"… Next up is the reference and appendix. Finally, it's almost done."
Lu Zhou placed his hands on the keyboard and he copied the title of the cited documents. 
[
... Moon soft landing gravity turning track design and analysis (C), Huaguo Aerospace Association deep space exploration technology professional committee second academic conference. 2005.
... Research on the detection and evasion scheme of manned lunar surface obstacles, Space Return and Remote Sensing. 2014, 35: 11-19
…
]
In total, he cited six Chinese theses, and one English thesis. 
For the final step, Lu Zhou copied Wang Xiaodong's code into the appendix.
Wang Xiaodong stood behind Lu Zhou. As he pushed his glasses, he looked at the texts on the screen and asked, "Finished?"
"Yeah, all finished. Help me check for errors. If there are no errors, convert it to PDF format," said Lu Zhou while standing up from his chair. He shook his groggy brain and said, "I'm going to sleep. I'll delegate the md5 hash check and uploading work to you." 
"Go rest," said Wang Xiaodong. He paused for a second before saying with a concerned voice, "Be careful on the road. Don't trip."
"Ok," said Lu Zhou as he nodded his head before he walked out of the computer room. 


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"

Chapter Two: 
Shay: 
I found myself glaring at my best friend, Jody.
Her short pink hair is glowing brighter in the sun, and her gorgeous green eyes are smiling to match the grin in her face.
"Jody," I said flatly, "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You said you needed the money," she stated, looking at me.
I did say that, but all of her ideas were… not optional.
"Escort?" she asked.
"No."
"Handy J's?"
"No."
"Dream date?" she asked.
"No."
"Prostitution?" 
"No."
"You sure you can't just get a normal job?" she asked me.
"You know I've been trying," I said low.
I just got out of High School a few months ago, and I am having a hard time getting hired. 
My availability is limited, and most of the places I've applied aren't interested unless I can be on call whenever. 
"There is one thing," she said.
I glanced at her, hoping that it didn't involve me selling my body.
"Well, you know I've been taking those classes at the beauty school down the street," she pointed even though we were nowhere near the school she was referring to.
"Yeah," I said, feeling hopeful.
"We get customers in there, and I got this girl that wouldn't shut up about this experiment."
I felt suddenly deflated. I'm sure it was one of those drug trials. I couldn't risk not being able to get the boys from school.
"What?" she asked, "I know it sounds crazy, but I'm thinking about trying it myself."
For some reason, my whole body perked up, "What do you mean?"
"I was told you go in; they ask you a bunch of questions," she said, "You walk around the facility, and then they give you two hundred dollars."
I had to put actual effort into keeping my jaw from quite literally dropping.
"What?" I demanded, "That has to be a joke."
She shook her head "She wasn't the only one that came in with that story."
Holy crap.
"If you get lucky, they call you back," she said, "And they pay you more."
Was I shaking? I felt like I was.
"You're actually going to do it?" I asked her.
She nodded, "You aren't the only one who needs the money."
I nodded. I hated that I really did.
My older brother has been working as much lately, and only making so much money. I had to find a way to make some extra money. I had to be able to help around the house. 
Now that I'm out of school, there are no more excuses.
"So, how does this thing work?" I asked her.
"I believe we just show up and register," she said, "But just in case I'll call in first."
I nodded; I was glad she was the adult she was. I didn't even think about that.
"If we do just walk in," she said, "How about next Friday?"
Friday was a weird day, but I knew it was because she had that day off next week.
"Sure," I said, "I can leave the boys at daycare a bit longer."
She grinned, "This is so exciting!"
Sure, that's exactly what I was thinking. Only I felt this heavy feeling in my stomach.

Noah:
I was tired, but I still couldn't shake the memory. The strange feeling that engulfed my entire body.
Honestly, it scared the hell out of me.
I could still feel the ghost of those tremors across my skin.
When I spoke to Baird about it, all he said was that there was a spike in my heart rate. He also said that my temperature dropped. He doesn't know what caused it, only that he thinks I should go back into the program. That means more experiments and tests.
The last thing I want is them poking at me, but if it helps, I don't have a choice.
And because I'm sure Baird put it into the computer, as he did most things. I wouldn't have a choice in re-entering the program.
If you aren't in full control, they want to know why. In the process, they'll also figure out what sets you off, why it sets you off, and just how much it actually affects you.
It would be nice if I could keep doing what I have been. I've been in control, and I would like for it to stay that way.
I had a feeling though that Baird knew more than he would tell me. I've heard of others having strange reactions. I didn't know precisely what they felt like, or really why they reacted the way they did.
All I knew what that I was going to talk to who I could and get the information I was looking for.
Part of me was worried, but I had to know.
It scared me even more if it meant what I think it did.

Shay: 
"You hungry?" Jody asked me.
I was quick to shake my head. I felt too nervous to eat. If anything, I felt a little sick.
I followed her into the school.  The other girls that were in smiled at us as we made our way to the back.
"Are you sure you're up for this?" I asked her.
Jody stopped to look at me before pointing at the chair next to us.
"I talked you into it," she said, "Besides, you need a touch-up."
I frowned, "Gee, thanks."
She just grinned at me, "You know it gives me an excuse to practice on you."
I knew that that's why I wasn't bothered by her remark. It was true.
"Same as last time?" she asked me.
I hesitated before shaking my head.
"Oooh," she grinned and did the super villain hand rub. "What did you have in mind?"
"Let's try to match the top with my natural brown," I said, pointing to the top of my head "And let's do the bottom half a dark purple."
I didn't think it was possible for her smile to get wider "Hell yeah, let's do it."
I sat down in the chair and let her work her magic. 

Noah: 
This was absurd.
I was feeling irritated as I sat in front of Dr. Odell.
She was looking at me expectantly. Her light brown eyes were on me, and it felt uncomfortable. 
"Describe the sensation again," she said, ready to take notes.
I don't know how many times I had to tell her.
"Like I already said," I tried not to sound as aggravated as I felt, "It was like everything under my skin started to vibrate."
She nodded, writing it down.
"Vibrate, how?" she asked.
I had to shut my eyes. This was really starting to get to me.
"Like a battery-powered dildo," I hissed.
She looked up at me, surprised before adjusting her glasses quickly. 
"Somebody is in a mood," she said low before writing down what I said.
"I don't know how else to describe it," I stated, "It wasn't like a slow shaking you feel from an earthquake. It was in quick succession, and I couldn't even hear Eileen talking to me."
Dr. Odell nodded as she wrote down my words. 
"You seem a little worked up," she said, "You know what I have to ask you next?"
I tried not to grit my teeth; I was only able to manage a nod.
"Well, its standard to ask," she said, writing something else down "When was the last time you had an orgasm?"
I glared to the side. I hated that they asked these questions.
"It's been a couple of days."
"Okay," she wrote that down, too "And was that by yourself, or with a partner?"
I hated these conversations. They happened too often.
"By myself."
She nodded, "Have you considered re-entering the Breeding Program?"
"You know I haven't," I stated.
"Well, I think it might be good for you," she stated, making sure to pay full attention to me "Sometimes having a partner helps."
"Helps what exactly?" I asked her, "I just reported something that happened to me yesterday, and now everyone thinks I need to get laid."
"Did you ever think that it might be time?" she asked, "This could be your body's way of telling you it's ready to settle down and procreate."
I doubted that. If this were my body's form of a menstrual cycle, all of us would be more prepared for it. 
"That makes zero sense," I said, meeting her surprised gaze. "It only happened once, and it hasn't happened before or again."
She wrote something down, and it was getting on my nerves.
What was she writing?
"Then I think you know what it means."
I just looked at her again, and my brow arched at her words.
"I see that you are back in the trial program."
"Not by choice."
"Still," she said, "Maybe your body felt a potential mate."
I felt a chill run over my body.
"And if it did?" I ask.
"Then we try to figure out who they are, and hopefully, you run into them while going through the program."
It was annoying hearing the trial called the program. It was just a way to get people in here to see if they were willing to take part in talking to us and, in the long run, see if any of them would be willing to join the Breeder Program. In the end, all they want is for somebody to get fucked.
"In the long run, it would be good for you," she stated, writing something else down "From what I've seen, Devil's like you do well with a mate."
"What if I can't perform?" I asked her.
She knew my history; this shouldn't be a shocking question.
Her eyes glanced over her notes again before meeting mine, "A mate is supposed to be different."
'Supposed' to be? That didn't help.
"And if she isn't?" I asked.
"Or he," she said, "You never know who your body has chosen for you."
So, it wasn't just reproduction they wanted from me?
"What if it is a he?" I asked her.
"Then we readjust," she said, "For whatever reason, they were chosen by you."
"That's why I felt what I did then?" I asked.
She shrugged, "It sounds like the most reasonable possibility."
I was at a daycare. Wouldn't that mean that whatever I felt. was for a child?
That turned my stomach. The thought alone could make me retch. 
"That bothers you?" she asked, "That your mate might be male?"
I honestly never thought about it, but if it came down to it, I don't think it bothered me in the slightest. 
The part about the daycare, I would keep that to myself for now. That was the last thing I needed.
"Well, if that's all," she said, "Is there anything else you want to talk to me about?"
I shook my head. I was already overwhelmed with what little she gave me.
"Are you going downstairs?" she asked before taking her blonde hair out of its hair tie only to fix it and put it back up. 
This time she put her hair into a bun instead of a ponytail.
I was about to ask what she meant, but it came to me right after.
"Not like I have a choice."
"You have a choice," she said, "But the goal here is to see if you react to any of the volunteers."
I guess so, but if it really was because of someone at the daycare. I would be fine here. I also knew I wasn't interested in going after a child. So that was fine. I would know where to avoid, and everything would work out. Hopefully, just fine. 
I knew that having a mate was supposed to be a big deal. I just never thought that they would find one for me. 
Technically they didn't, I sort of by chance, some twisted chance, may have found a potential mate.
"Good luck," Dr. Odell said with a bigger smile than necessary.
"Thanks," I said low as I got up and left.
I had a gut feeling that today was going to be very unproductive.

As the saying goes: Better the Devil you know.

Shay: 
How do you define the word, Devil?
How do you ask someone why they are the way that they are?
I didn’t realize when it all really meant.
I was about to come face to face with a Devil for the first time.
Only he wasn’t really the first. 

Noah:
I had to close my eyes so that I could concentrate on blocking out the pain
My jaw ached, and it felt like needles were pricking my arms and legs.
“Noah,” she said in a whisper.
My body shook. Just being close to her was painful. It was difficult to explain how, but the pain from her close proximity was mixed with pleasure. 
“Shay,” I said back to her, just as quiet. 
She let out a small sound.
My eyes opened quickly to see her covering her mouth to stifle a laugh.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, feeling the pain in my extremities start to fade.
Her hand dropped quickly to reveal a dazzling smile.
“It’s nothing,” she said, meeting my gaze, “You were just making a cute face.”
I felt myself frown, “Cute?”
She nodded at me with her face dead serious. 
I had to glance away from her. I didn’t mind that she called me cute, but I felt a strange sensation in my stomach.
She let out a laugh, and the feeling only got worse. 

Shay:
He sat across from me with his eyes closed. It looks like he is pain.
His lower lip quivered. 
“Noah,” I said, wanting to run my thumb over his shaking lip.
His brows furrowed, and more than anything, I wanted to reach over this small table between us and embrace him.
“Shay,” he whispered.
Damn, this boy made me nervous. 
The only thing my brain would let me do was have a very inappropriate response. 
My hand came up quickly with the hope of being able to cover my mouth, to muffle my laugh.
His eyes opened quickly to meet mine.
He looked startled by the sound.
“What’s so funny?” he asked with a small smile on his face.
I dropped my hand to grin at him.
“It’s nothing,” I said, keeping eye contact, “You were just making a cute face.”
He frowned a little, “Cute?”
I nodded seriously. 
He looked away, and I swear I could see the color increase in his cheeks.
I nervously let out another laugh.
This is not what I was expecting.
He is beautiful, and from his reaction, genuine.

As soon came to a close and winter break rolled around, I became determined to become a better person. Although I wasn't sure where to start yet, I knew the first part of it was going "away".

I wanted to take a break from the rest of the world.

Most days were spent locked inside my room, as I wondered about what had gone so wrong about this year that managed to shake my entire world. All the things I had believed once seemed to have changed into lies. Why lies you ask?

Maybe because I relied too much on my ideal version of reality.

That was also when my mom advised me to apply for a writing program. I knew I wanted to apply, I also knew that if I failed to get accepted, I'd only have less confidence in myself.

"Just think of it as a bonus," my mom suggested. "If you get in, great! You have some skills in writing. If you don't, well you said you're not expecting to get in anyways, and you can work on it more in the future."

Deciding to take my mom's advice, I spent weeks on my comfy blue chair, staring at the computer screen.

The original plan was to write a story about a boy who had been dragged into a game of "chess". Each chess piece was controlled by another person, and if the piece was eliminated, so would the person who controlled it. The only problem was that there was a eight page limit and this story sounded more like something from a developed novel. After trying several different ways to shape it, I soon found that squeezing in fantasy/magic elements into a eight paged story (not to mention double-spaced) was extremely difficult. Not to mention emotional impact along with those elements.

A week later, I stumbled across a song.

A song that sang of a doll whose creator made her out of his loneliness. The doll wished to be free and love the creator, the "God" of this world, but the God could not give her the special love she wanted. Nevertheless, she loved him earnestly, promising to do so until the day her gears stopped turning. 

And so, before I could even figure out what I was doing, I began frantically writing. 

Writing the story of a doll who watched a boy grow. Until his mother grew ill and he didn't have the medicine to help her. This eventually led to him selling her and through a chain of events, her "death" in a fireplace. 

"...she could finally...cry."

Yes...only by being in a fireplace and feeling the melting of her fake eyes could the doll finally find relief after years of silently watching.

Many friends said it was dark. Many said it made them feel sad. But everyone agreed that it was a good story. Personally, I thought so too, and had no hesitation when it came to submitting this piece for the program application. After all, it was the best piece of work I had written. 

*****

Besides that, there was one more notable thing that happened over winter break.

Binge watching anime until three in the morning.

Just to distract myself.

Because another storm was just beginning to brew.

Why is life so hard sometimes? Well, there's no one that can recall all the troubles of life, but here I go to explain a few simple ones! Hopefully, I haven't screwed anything up yet...right?

She was officially an unwilling participant in that Pretty Woman shopping scene. Except she was going to have to use her own credit card at the end of it.

She sighed and stripped down to her bra and panties and pulled the first dress on.

"No, next." Maddie barely glanced at her in the dress before she vetoed it and pulled another dress from a hanger. "How's it going with your arts program?"

Maddie knew everything about the program Stella had proposed to the mayor that morning: a pilot for an arts and writing diversion program for at-risk youth. Stella had been wanting to start something like this in Berkeley for years, and now she was finally trying to make that dream a reality. It would be a place for teens who had gotten into some trouble to come and find their gifts, to find adults who believed in them, to work hard on something they loved to do, and to get their feet on a different path.

"Well, I proposed it to the mayor this morning, but he didn't say much. I'm not sure what he thinks. I'm worried."

A grooms-man and a last minute guest, are about to find out if a fake date can go to what extent.

Accepting to go to a wedding, with a man with whom she gets stuck in an elevator, is something Stella Hyde, would not have normally done.

But, there is something unique about Mike Wills, that she finds him too hard to resist.

"Mah, let's just pray.. It's getting late." Hiroto suggested as all of them approached the shrine. Each of them threw a coin to the bar and Honoka in the center held the thick rope connected to the bell and she waved it to make the bell ring.

"Ding ling.."

All of them closed their eyes.

"Please make the live successful!" Honoka said loudly.

"Please." everyone followed suit.

- -

After the visit to the shrine Umi, Honoka and Kotori part ways with Hiroto and Maki. 

"Today was a lot of fun!" Honoka said while stretching her arms feeling a bit tired but happy nonetheless.

"That's right, I want to hear their duet again. They have that link to each other that made their performance really perfect." Kotori praised while she reminisce for a time.

"Honoka-chan, Kotori-chan, remember that we need to prepare for tomorrow's live so both of you should sleep early and don't stay up late, especially you Honoka!, don't oversleep" Umi strictly said. 

"It's okay Umi-chan!, we know already.. " Honoka reassured her.

"By the way during the game, Umi-chan got her first win of the game right?." Honoka asked.

"Hiroto is a kind guy, he helped us, he persuades Maki-chan and even let Umi-chan win the game.. I might have fallen in love with him he-he" Kotori said giggling. 

"Eh? But Hiroto-chan already got a girlfriend you know?! " Honoka was surprised by her sudden confession.

"He might have a girlfriend but I am fine being a second ah! Umi-chan might be my rival if I do that! hehe Just kidding" Kotori giggled though her cheeks blushed as a result. (AN: Sneaky 100%)

"Mou, what do you mean we are just friends, just friends!" Umi retort while pouting.

"You have yet to realise your true feelings Umi-chan" Kotori said mysteriously smiled

"True feelings... " thinking of Hiroto again Umi blushed and immediately shook her head. 

"Anyway, we just have to thank him and repay him if he needs our help, Hiroto-kun helped us a lot after all" Umi quickly changed the topic quickly.

"We will! " Honoka and Kotori said at the same time.

Umi smiled and walked with them happily chatting with each other until they get separated.

Umi got home and changed to her pajamas as she lay on her bed. She sighed 'true feelings eh' she thought.

She remembered one conversation with Maki while Hiroto was away buying drinks. 

"You really have a kind and cool boyfriend Maki-chan!." Kotori said.

"H-he's a pervert, aggressive and forceful!, but y-yeah he's kind of c-cool and kind." Maki said while twirling her hair. 

"He sure bad on acting when after I won." Umi said while sighing but she was happy because of his consideration.

"Eh?! Hiroto-chan let you win?! " Honoka said surprised.

"Honoka-chan it's obvious you know." Kotori said

"That's just him being so considerate to others, t-that's one of the things I l-like about him..." Maki said with while twirling her hair feeling shy. 

"He didn't let you down Maki, be sure to treasure your boyfriend and never let go of him" Umi said seems smiling but her heart tightens when she said that. 

"U-un" Maki nodded by still looking away.

"True feelings..." Umi fell asleep.

'Is it wrong to love a person who already love someone?'

-

Meanwhile, after parting with the trio.
"I have to go to the bookstore to look for study books, I need to buy new ones." Maki said while thinking of the books she need.

"I'll help out, I don't have anything to do afterwards." Maki just nodded before they held hands before going to the store. Maki didn't shy talking but she nonetheless had a blush on her cheeks and it was more comfortable than always being dishonest, of course it's another thing when there are other people.

"You're getting more popular in the platform, I saw the subscriber count and you're viewers, do you want to continue and become a celebrity?" Maki asked him.

"Do you watch it often?." Hiroto looked at her.

"S-sometimes, I'm just looking up the internet and always saw you're stream coincidentally because there were many people talking about it." Maki looked at the ground they were walking.

"That good?, then that's awesome." he felt a bit amazed.

"Yeah, there was even a post at the school page, a headline for you, you don't know?." Maki look at him while he looked at Maki with a surprise and realization.

"So that's why.." he was approached with few students looking at him and asking for autographs but he denied. In the end, the students had stopped this behavior and just look at him curiously and admiring from far away.

"I don't want to make a choice for now, since I might apply to college someday, so I'm just going to stream every now and the other day when I'm free." Hiroto said while he rubbed his chin.

"Free, aren't you always free when you go home..." Maki rolled her eyes on him.

"I just stream and after that I chat with you, isn't that something to be busy about?." he teased.

"E-eh, th-that's stop that's embarrassing meanie.." Maki punched his stomach lightly as he laughed at her demise.

They reached the bookstore and see something he knew. His light novel was being advertised in the wooden plaque on the entrance to the left of the glass door. It was somewhat a big advertisement and anyone from the street can see it.

'I know that they would be heavily invested in this project, but to think it would have this effect.' he smiled unconsciously.

"Why are you smiling, you're being creepy?" Maki said rolled her eyes.

"He-he, it's nothing, look there's a light novel being recommended, have you read one before?" he chuckled.

"I have read a few of them in the past...."

"Why don't you try to read this during your free time, it's really good but I have bought it already..." Hiroto recommended.

'Well I'm advertising it to my girlfriend, haha' 

"If you say so, but If I didn't like it then I won't continue reading...." she joked but it's probably true, she might be picky with what she reads given her spicy personality.

"Okay, then let's buy the study books first...."

They searched for the books and spent a few moments asking her and looking for the specific books until they were finally done. Hiroto held books on hand and Maki was humming slightly, feeling the advantage of a luggage boyfriend.

'So he didn't want to buy a book but just helped me, he's considerate and that's good.' Maki felt her cheeks get redder.'

"Do you really need to buy this many books?." 

"Of course!, how would I be able to enter a good college..." Maki said with elation.

"We can just go for study lessons or go cram together." he fetch an idea.

"Y-you want to go to a medical school too?" Maki was a bit surprised.

"I might, since you're going to one right?" he smiled.

"Hmmm...then t-that's good..." Maki felt shy and glad at the same time as she twirled her hair.

"..."

"If you're this honest when speaking to others as well.., but I like that you only show this to me, hehe" Hiroto said truthfully.

"W-w-what do you mean!, I don't know what you're talking about, hmpf."

They looked around to find his advertised light novel.

"....This seemed to be the shelf..." Maki looked at the empty shelf, they search to find a copy of the novel, but didn't find one. Before then, the staff saw them looking to the popular novel place as he suddenly talked to them.

"Customer, were really sorry, but we don't have a stock for that novel right now, can you please go back tomorrow to get a copy? But you should get in here as early as possible" the staff was speaking courteously..

"Is it that popular?." he asked probingly.

"Yes, it debuted last week and every time we restocked, it would be bought by many customers." the staff felt amazement.

"....w-well."

"I have a copy so just borrow mine." as they head to the cashier.

"Customers, I recommended you to buy still buy one." 

"...she'll think about it later." they reached the cashier, then he gave the books one by one to be scanned.

"Mah, then it's good." Maki looked at him and smiled, she brought out her purse.

'This is the public sir, mam, why are you flirting in front of me, a single….' the employee felt the injustice in the world

"'Cough', customers please pay the noted price for everything."

"..."

After paying the bill, Hiroto and Maki at the park before her mother came, and hailed Maki off. Seeing her go, he walked towards home.

-

Hiroto had been doing daily quest ever since it was introduced. Albeit some quest cannot be done, due to time and place but the majority of them had been completed and it gave him a great amount of SP. 

Until then, there were many projects of arts and things stocked on his bedroom. Some examples of caricature, renaissance paintings and different geometry arts. There were wooden sculptures of a certain anime models and lastly the manuscript of some novel he had read before like 'To aru Majutsu no Index and the next volumes of the 'Haruhi Suzumiya', he wrote, since he had a daily quest pertaining to it.

Name: Hiroto Tamaki
Age: 16 (25)
SP: 41892
Level: 1 (95/1000)
Physical: 13
Soul Power: Locked

Skills:
Piano (Master)
Axe (Intermediate)
Writing (Skilled)
Carpentry (Basic)
Beatboxing (Skilled)
Photography (Master)
Running (Master)
Fine Arts (Proficient)
Analytical (Intermediate)
Instant Calculation (Basic)
Programming (Intermediate)
Teaching (Skilled)
Poetry (Skilled)
Boxing (Master)
Management (Intermediate)
Fishing (Skilled)

After he livestream.

"I might as well finish the remaining daily quest of the day."

[Quest: Daily
Create a program! :
The code is a system of rules, it converts the information to make a program. 
Requirements: 
Write a code with complexity tier of better than the average programmer.
Reward: 250 SP, 5 XP]

[Quest: Daily: Completed
Camera enthusiast!:
A photographer focus capturing the scenes fully shown in front of them, they must output precision and quality that would make the scenes shown in the images alive and a real scene that happened.
Requirements:
Photograph scenes using the 21 photography style and achieve a score of 80 and above artistic score. Current completion 3/3.
Reward: 250 SP, 5 XP ]

[Quest: Hidden : In progress
Piano and Vocal :
Perform a duet with Maki and motivate the listeners.
Requirements : 
The music duet must reach the hearts of the audiences. Audience needed to be moved : 3/150.
Reward: Singing (Master) Skill, 10 XP, Memorization Capsules x 10.] 

He had done the photography quest this morning and now, he wanted to finish the other quest.

He started writing the program, with the help of his arithmetic and other skills it improve his capability to write codes especially logics and a bit of design.

Using D++ he created a no gui calculator. It had the ability to calculate addition, subtraction multiplication and even division.

An almost perfect program other than it was only a console program, created with the help of his other skills. He undeniably created something like a normal programmer can do. Though his was much better and rather than using dull switch statements for everything, he had used different techniques that simplifies the calculation, and that means that his line of code was so much smaller than any average programmer could do. But that was just it.

"I could make the games from my past, that's a great idea!."

[Quest: Daily : Completed
Create a program! :
Code is a system of rules, it converts the information to make a program. 
Requirements: 
Write a code with complexity tier of better than the average programmer: 
Reward: 250 SP, 5 XP]

Name: Hiroto Tamaki
Age: 16 (25)
SP: 42142
Level: 1 (100/1000)
Physical: 13
Soul Power: Locked

Skills:
Piano (Master)
Axe (Intermediate)
Writing (Skilled)
Carpentry (Basic)
Beatboxing (Skilled)
Photography (Master)
Running (Master)
Fine Arts (Proficient)
Analytical (Intermediate)
Instant Calculation (Basic)
Programming (Intermediate)
Teaching (Skilled)
Poetry (Skilled)
Boxing (Master)
Management (Intermediate)
Fishing (Skilled)

Inventory:
Stink Pill x 2
M3 Submachine Gun x 1, Cal 45 Ammo x 60
Sweet Candy x 5
Health Pill x 1
Glowstick x 10
Blue Jersey x 1

-

Tamaki Hiroto died and got transmigrated to the same guy with the same name in another world. He got a system, but he wants to have fun with his new life from then on.

English was our 2nd language and was terrible at it. Don't read it if you don't want to see bad grammar.
 
The main world is from the love live series. Meanwhile, there would be a crossover of some anime characters from different anime but not too much. 

We just copied the cover image and we have no copyright for it, we'll take it down as soon as it gets a notice.

1 chap a day, possible 2 chaps a day.

ColeSly, NaiRui

Support us so we can increase the daily chapter.

https://www.p@treon.com/ColeSlyX

https://p@ypal.me/ColeSlyX

I do not own Halo or RWBY. They are not my products and be however I going to be writing my own story in these and it probably won't be canon so that's how it is. I would like to point out I don't know everything there is about writing as well as Halo or RWBY so please understand I will make mistakes.







Stat Basis-
A max stat is 100 but due to the MC still having the augmentations of the Spartan program his max stat is around 200 I'm not sure yet.
Average Normal Human-
Str ( 10 )
Sta ( 10 ) 
Dex ( 10 )
Int ( 10 )
Luck ( 20 )

Average Veteran Hunter-
Str ( 80 )
Sta ( 80 ) 
Dex ( 80 )
Int ( 70 )
Luck ( 20 )

Average Small Young Grim-
Str ( 18 )
Sta ( 20 ) 
Dex ( 18 )
Int ( 4 )


By chapter 8 he has 18 inventory slots.

Story of a young man named Tomas that died saving everyone without them knowing and brought back to a world familiar to him. It has a little bit of romance a lot of fun.

Zhang Zian saw the message compiled by the editor. He savored it several times carefully, and in his heart, he felt an inexplicable sense of expectation. Had something changed?
Now the weather was warm, and he could go out wearing just a single layer. Without saying a word, he asked Pi to wait for a moment. He ran downstairs, opened the shutter door, and trotted to the Northside newsstand to buy newspapers.
He had gotten there early, and as expected, he managed to buy morning newspapers fresh off the printing press, smelling of ink.
Not in the headline, but in the corner of the front page, he found an article about the size of a tofu block, signed by Zhu Jisheng. The title of the article was "Literary Criticism Should Not Exceed the Proper Limits."
It seemed to have been written in a hurry. It was rather short—not as long as the last one, but the overall meaning was very clear. It expressed that rather than being all-inclusive toward network literature, there should be specific analysis of specific issues to guide and support the healthy and orderly development of network novels. Traditional literature and network literature were not antagonistic toward one another and could play a mutually reinforcing role.
The end of the article obscurely indicated that the content of the previous article had contained a mistake. Pi's novel should have been put on the list of recommended reading. However, due to the errors in writing and typesetting, it suffered unfair grievances. Here, the author wanted to express his sincere apologies to the novelist.
Zhang Zian finished reading in one breath and let out a long breath of relief. The dark cloud that had been pressing on his mind for many days was finally cleared away.
However, the explanation seemed suspicious. Was it really a mistake in writing and typesetting? With such a big name and such a large circulation of newspaper headlines, how could you send the manuscript to the editor without first proofreading it yourself? Considering this man's age, it was not entirely impossible to make such a mistake, but... He kept feeling that it was quite weird.
He could not consider all of that now. He trotted all the way back to the pet shop with the newspaper, went up to the second floor, took the newspaper excitedly on his desk, and pointed to Pi to read it.
"Pi, there's no need to worry, your novel's situation has been reversed!"
"Zhi zhi?"
The listless Pi was frightened by him, and he read the article carefully under his continuous urging.
"Unexpectedly, you were injured by mistake, which is unfortunate enough—but thanks to good luck that came out of bad things, this person's influence is great and you were recommended by name. The effect should be enough to compensate for the loss of the recommendation that was taken away before."
"Zhi zhi?"
Pi was confused by a sudden twist and still did not dare to completely believe it.
Zhang Zian explained the stakes to it. This kind of newspaper was absolutely no joke. The obligatory message could also be used as side proof. In short, there was no longer any need to worry about it.
Pi repeatedly confirmed with him several times and got a positive answer. The expression on its face changed from dark to bright, and its whole body was full of energy. It remembered that today's chapter had not been written yet, sat upright, and began typing with clicking-clacking sounds.
Among the elfins, only Vladimir was still sleeping, and at this moment, he was woken up by their speaking. He quickly rolled out from under the bed, scratching the back of its head with its claws and yawning, and asked, "It's so early, what are you guys so excited about?"
Zhang Zian wanted to tell everyone the good news, and immediately answered, "Sorry, Vladimir, we woke you up. Pi's novel was readdressed. The man who wrote the article published another, indicating that he had made a mistake before."
"Oh, that's very good."
Vladimir was unmoved, like he had heard very ordinary information.
"The only part that is strange is that this man's attitude changed from arrogance to humility," he whispered while Pi wasn't paying attention.
Vladimir smiled faintly. "It's not surprising. People always change. Besides, he may have made a mistake before. Anyway, it's good that everything is alright now."
"It should be alright." Zhang Zian hoped that it was.
The matter of Pi had come to an end for the time being. He just had to wait to confirm it with the editor-in-charge when the editor-in-charge came to work.
Vladimir randomly wiped its face, then flicked its tail and ran downstairs.
Zhang Zian looked at his cell phone. He had several unread messages from last night. In addition to the interview requests of media reporters, there was an email from [Collapse The World], who had not contacted him in a while.
He had met [Collapse The World] in Wang Haige Forum. This person had coded a web crawler program and had first discovered that cat abuse cases were spreading in the country.
That web crawler program had been placed in the automatic-startup list of the laptop computer. As long as Pi opened the computer to write a novel, the program would be running in the background, automatically collecting, analyzing, and sorting out cat abuse incidents in forums all over the country.
Now that he no longer needed this program anymore, he could find a time to delete it.
[Collapse The World]: I had some doubts at first, but you're right. Through these days of observation, I found that cat abuse across the country is rapidly subsiding. The rate of its subsiding is like pouring a basin of cold water on a charcoal fire, almost completely extinguishing the fire. There are only a few embers still burning, which should be an apt example. I'm curious, how did you know in advance? Previously, you said that this is because the construction of socialist spiritual civilization has achieved results in phase. You were not serious, right?
[The Hottie]: [Comical face] Of course I'm serious.
He thanked the other party for sharing the crawler program generously, but it was inconvenient to explain the situation.
After the email was sent out, he did not expect the other party to reply to another email immediately. It seemed that this person had just woken up, or had not slept yet—with Zhang Zian's understanding of the technological group of people, it was probably the latter.
[Collapse The World]: [Crying laughing face] Alright, since you aren't planning on saying, I won't chase you for answers anymore. After all, everyone has secrets.
[The Hottie]: [Comical face][Comical face]
Zhang Zian took this as a daily chat. He had never met [Collapse The World] before, and he knew little about the other, but he had met them in the forum due to the cat abuse incident. Now that the cat abuse had subsided, he expected that this may be his last contact with the other, and that they would slowly forget each other.
This was like friends in online games. No matter how lucky they were to meet each other, most of them would stop contacting each other with the decline of the game's popularity, and they would finally forget each other completely with the closure of the game. The game was the link between them, just like the cat abuse incident was the link between Zhang Zian and [Collapse The World].
Zhang Zian had thought that, and used two [Comical face] as the ending, feeling that was quite good.
Unexpectedly, just as he put down his cell phone and was going downstairs to do his daily cleaning work, another email came from the other side.
[Collapse The World]: Although the cat abuse cases already have hints of ending, I want to remind you, the world is still in the state of collapse.


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

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