a book where you can shamefully promote yours or others novels.....I'm just someone who likes to read and am open to suggestions no judgment I will read bout anything and also hope to spread the love of reading by doing this....so basically this will be a 1ch book with 1 Tag per line and basically just suggest novels that include that tag that you've read that's it....

With a wave of tremble, the Wuling Hong Guang drove up to the sidewalk and stopped in front of the pet shop.
The door opened and Zhang Zian got off the car.　　
The chic ladies glanced at him while they passed by, then covered their noses in disgust and kept a distance from his car.　　
Despite the fact that he didn't specialize in the seafood business, he drove to the beach each day, and often took rare marine creatures, such as fish, shrimp, and crabs, back. He could not wash the containers in the car everyday, so after some time, the car inevitably smelled like fish.　　
Wang Qian and Li Kun greeted him, and carried the new marine creatures into the aquarium. They sorted them and put them into different quarantine tanks so that they could adapt to the new environment.　　
Zhang Zian walked into the shop. The cleaning job was almost done, so he didn't have much to do. He took the underwater loudspeaker battery upstairs to charge.　　
He met Old Time Tea on the stairs. He hinted Old Time Tea and asked gently, "How is it?"　　
Old Time Tea smiled gently. "Everything is under your expectations."　　
The man and the cat looked at each other and smiled.　　
"Quack! What are you talking about in secret? What are you hiding from me?" Richard had sharply sensed the unusual atmosphere while it flew by. 　　
"Right. We are discussing you behind your back––specifically plucking your feather and making you into a stew," Zhang Zian threatened. "After you become stew, the world will be quiet."　　
"Quack! My meat is old and dry––it wouldn't taste good in a stew. I suggest you pick another bird!" Richard flew away quickly.　　
Old Time Tea walked downstairs slowly for the television, while Zhang Zian headed upstairs to wash his hands. They carried a fishy smell after they were soaked in the sea. He could still feel some fine, sea salt granules after his hands were dry. 　　
As soon as he entered the bathroom, he saw Sihwa hide something in a hurry.　　
He pretended not to see it. After turning on the tap, he asked, "Why aren't you broadcasting today?"　　
Sihwa was angry and humiliated after hearing his question. "Today… I'm not in the mood today! I don't want to broadcast!"　　
"Okay. It's nice to take a day off sometimes." Zhang Zian wiped his hands, then left the bathroom.　　
"Wait a moment!" Sihwa shouted behind him.　　
"What is it?" Zhang Zian stopped.　　
"Emm… This… Emm… That…" she stuttered. Her pale face turned red because she needed his help. After stammering for a long time, she took out a book from under a towel. "I can't read. What can I do?" she asked, troubled. "I know a few Korean words, but not any Chinese words…"　　
She could play with the phone, as the phone functions were simple––as long as she remembered the icons. She could make guesses on others, or ask Zhang Zian if it was too hard to guess. However, reading a book full of Chinese characters was mission impossible to her.　　
In fact, she had learned a few Chinese words since she had arrived in China. But she had learned them mechanically; she didn't have any formal, systemic teaching.
"You must be laughing at me, aren't you? You absolutely are!" She pointed at his face in fury before Zhang Zian had even said anything. She was almost embarrassed to tears.
"I'm not laughing at you. It's normal to be illiterate. Nobody is born literate." Zhang Zian shrugged. "Otherwise, they'd be a freak."　　
After hearing his words, Sihwa's mood calmed down a little.　　
"Well… Is there anything you can do to make me literate?" she asked, lowering her head.　　
"Yes. Lend me your phone for a moment." Zhang Zian took her phone and downloaded a few early childhood education apps from the app store. They were all basic-level, but entertaining word learning apps nonetheless; he started with Pinyin, which had real people's voices. The apps were already quite developed, and the functions were complete.　　
He compared a few quickly, then left the most user-friendly one and deleted the rest.　
"Here you are. Follow this. You'll learn them soon." He gave the phone back to her.　　
"Wow! So childish!" She complained as soon as she saw the interface for young kids. "Are there any long-legged Oppas or big-boobed girls teaching the lessons?"　　
"Save it. I'd love to learn if these teachings existed!" Zhang Zian took up her book and flipped through it. The book from Old Time Tea was not suitable.　　
He returned the book to Pi, then found a few fairy tale books with pictures from his childhood book collection. Each character was marked with a Pinyin illustration.　　
"After you learn Pinyin, you can read these books. Just learn the words while reading the stories." He piled the books on the bathroom closet. "Oh, right––books are not waterproof. Dry your hands before you read them. These are books from my childhood. Most of them can't even be found these days."　　
"Books from your childhood?" Sihwa seemed skeptical. "Could there be… Any dirty content in them?"　　
"These are all fairy tales, okay?" Zhang Zian said with frustration. "What kind of person do you think I am? These are the books I read at the age of five or six. What kind of dirty content can there be?"　　
"Fairy tale books? I'm not interested… too childish." She shook her hands. "Let's get something dirty!"　　
Did this fish get contaminated by that bird? What was in her head all day?　　
"You are wrong. In fact, fairy tales are not necessarily childish," Zhang Zian said. "Even adults could interpret content differently sometimes."　　
"What do you mean? I don't understand." Sihwa grew slightly interested.　　
Zhang Zian thought about it, then made an example she could understand. "In fairy tales, you often read stories of Cinderella meeting the prince…"　　
"I know this! It happens a lot in Korean dramas, too!" Sihwa suddenly turned excited, as if she finally found someone with the same interests as her.　　
"Yes, right. That's why people often call Korean dramas 'fairy tales for adults.'" Zhang Zian suddenly changed his tone. "But have you ever given thought to the fact that, in the end of fairy tales and Korean dramas, the story stops where Cinderella marries the prince?"　　
She nodded in agreement.　　
"What about the story after?" Zhang Zian continued to ask.　　
"What story after? It's over!" She didn't understand.　　
"I mean, two people from completely different worlds… Are they really happy after marriage? The prince and Cinderella had completely different educations, family backgrounds, and growing experiences. After marrying the prince, Cinderella must have faced a truckload of royal relatives. Did they really respect and accept her? Did love really defeat all the challenges? Even if it did for a while, what happens after the passion dies out?"　　
Zhang Zian's series of questions made Sihwa astonished.　　
"The boring, everyday life of the world after marriage is never mentioned in fairy tales, nor in Korean dramas. They always end with the line that Cinderella and the prince lived happily ever after. Although they didn't mention this, you can try to imagine, then tell your audience about your thoughts in the live broadcast. Isn't this great?"　　
Sihwa was drawn in gradually. In the past, she had never used her brain to watch dramas. She either laughed or cried as the story went along. She had never thought about the questions Zhang Zian had brought up.　　
"Would the audience like to hear this?" she asked.　　
"Of course," Zhang Zian said in certainty. "You can also try to make up sequels to fairy tales and tell everyone. You have such lovely voice. I'm sure people will like it."　　
"Really? I have lovely voice?" Her confidence was already shaken from one blow after another. She was no longer as arrogant as before. 　　
"It's absolutely lovely. I'm not joking. If you don't believe me, ask the other elfins," he said, suddenly feeling that his words might have been too mean in the past. 　　
"Oh… okay. But don't lie to me…" she mumbled gently as she picked up the fairy tale books.　　
"What are these?" She browsed through the covers one by one.　　
"They are all classic fairy tales written by great writers all over the world, such as fairy tales by the Brothers Grimm, fairy tales by Hans Christian Andersen, Aesop's Fables, One Thousand and One Nights, Zhang Yuanjie's Fairy Tale Collection, etc. They'll last quite a while," Zhang Zian said, introducing them one by one.　　
"Oh." Her eyes glided through the colorful and entertaining covers. She saw a prince with a sword on a white horse, a grey wolf wearing a pajama hat, a little girl with a match stick in a snowy night, a tin man with big belly, a little duckling staring at the sky, a fox with a broken tail, an ugly toad, a mouse driving a tank… She also saw a little mermaid sitting on a rock, overlooking the sea. 　　
For some reason, the figure seemed so lonely.　　
Under an unrecognizable impulse, she opened up one of the books, even though she didn't know a single character in it.　　
"I can't read it…" she said in disappointment.　　
"It's fine. You'll understand it once you learn the characters." Zhang Zian encouraged her. "Be patient! These fairy tales may seem childish, but in fact, you can find non-childish stuff in it. As long as you read them with your whole heart, you'll surely discover something different… Then, you can share your thoughts boldly with your broadcast audience."　　
"Okay. Let me try." Sihwa looked at the fairy tale covers again. She was more eager to learn now than ever before.　　
She wanted to be able to read the fairy tales. She wanted to do what Zhang Zian described––to write sequels for the finished fairy tales. She was the only one who could do it, and who was qualified to do it.　　
She picked up her phone and entered the child education app, imitating the mouth and sound movements against the image on the screen.　　
"A… A… Bo… Bo… Ci… Ci… De… De…" she read off while peeping at Zhang Zian's facial expressions; she wanted to confirm that he was not laughing at her. She then continued reading boldly.　　
"It's fine. You can read loudly. Raise your head and straighten your back. Read every word boldly," Zhang Zian encouraged her.　　
"A… A… Bo… Bo… Ci… Ci… De… De…" she read even louder, like a baby learning to talk.　　


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

[Yoo-gwang is out. Yoo-gwang is out. You may return after five minutes.]
"Nice."
It was so good to hear that the guy was out, but he would still be back in after five minutes. I would love nothing more than to get him kicked out again. Just then, I saw Sullin standing in front of an elevator. The female member of the Chinese team from Run and Run. Perfect height and perfect body, as well as a beautiful, well-proportioned face. She got onto the elevator as I ran after her. I stuck my arm in between the doors, preventing them from closing.
Ding-
The elevator doors reopened and I got in. Sullin's eyes widened as soon as she saw me.
"Oh!"
Wait, wasn't that Korean? Anyways, I smiled at her.
"Hello~"
"Oh, hi…" Sullin said shyly. But wait a second. She can speak Korean?
"Oh, you speak Korean?"
"Yes…hehe…I lived here for a while when I was a child."
"Oh."
I didn't know that. No, wait. I think I read about that in an article somewhere before.
"I'm a huge fan of yours, Sian!"
"Yes, yes," I said, with a big smile.
"May I shake your hand…?" Sullin asked bashfully.
"Yes, of course," I said sticking out my hand. Sullin took it, and she blushed. Did she like holding my hand that much? Hehe. Well, aren't I popular? But just then, Sullin attacked. She came forward as if to hug me and all of a sudden, her left arm swung around me. She soon had her hand on my name tag and…she couldn't rip it off. Of course, she couldn't. Why? Because now her left arm was in my hand.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Oh…" Sullin had a panicked look on her face. She probably was not expecting me to react so quickly.
"Were you trying to rip my name tag off?"
"Well, I…I just…I'm a huge fan!" she cried out, but I didn't fall for it this time. I yanked her back into my arms and this time, it was me who swung her left arm around until I had Sullin's name tag in my hand. I immediately ripped it off.
Rip!
"Oh!"
"Sorry," I said, swinging her name tag back and forth. I couldn't believe she would attack me by pretending to be my fan. But just then, Sullin began to cry.
"Waahaa….haaaa…."
'Oh…'
Shoot. She looked so adorable just now. I just wanted to scoop her up and put her in my pocket.
"Sian, you're so mean!"
"Uh…"
Ding-dong.
The elevator stopped on the second floor. As soon as the doors opened, I got off. I knew if I stayed any longer with her, I'd probably end up ripping my name tags off for her.
[Sullin is out. Sullin is out. You may return after five minutes.]
"But wow. Her curves though."
I felt it while we were hugging. They were amazing. How can I put it? It was like two pillows you just wanted to bury yourself in…no, stop. Anyways, I turned to leave when I saw two men come from around the corner. It was Ji-jin and Yoo-gwang.
"Sian!" Yoo-gwang shouted, running over to me. Ji-jin grabbed him by the back of his pants to stop him. He turned to me with a smile.
"Hey, Sian. What are you doing here?"
"Oh, hi. I just got Sullin's name tag."
"Oh, that was you? Good job!"
"Thanks."
"Don't compliment her! I lost my name tag because of her! Tell him!"
"About what?" I snapped. Yoo-gwang visibly drew back. Nice to know that he listens when I use my murderous wrath at least.
"Yoo-gwang, will you stop? Quit blaming Sian. She's a girl. You should be ashamed of yourself."
"And why do you keep taking her side? You're not even close with her!" Yoo-gwang said, sounding sad.
"I've met her twice," Ji-jin said, giving me another smile.
"Well, you suck. I'm telling everyone how mean you are!"
"...."
"Well then, you two keep talking. I have to go."
With a wave, I turned to go, but the two men started walking with me.
"Let's go together, Sian. It's dangerous for you to be alone."
"I'm fine," I said, initially being polite. If I were to be honest, I would've told them to fuck off, but there was a camera.
"There's no need to feel bad."
"Right."
Fine, they can do what they want. I'll use them to distract Luyoung if I run into him again. We soon arrived at the reading room. There's usually a lot of students in here reading, but today it was completely empty. Was this okay? Eh, whatever. The show producers rented it so they can deal with the fallback.
"Any good books?" I said, looking at the books on the shelves. Books. It may be hard to believe but I am an avid book-lover. How else would I have become the best of the best? I got where I am by doing back-breaking training but also by mastering as much as I could.
"I sure did a lot."
Yeah, but I only read about twenty books in my former lifetime. After that, every time I went near one, I would end up ripping it. But just then, I saw it. A box.
"I found one," I said, with a smile. But when I read the card, it said 'Gotcha!'
"Are you kidding me?"
I threw the card at a window the card got stuck in the glass. I began walking again and found another box hidden in one of the desks.
"Wow."
That's two now. I opened it. Another fake card.
"Seriously?"
I threw the card again and this one, too, got stuck in the window glass. I walked some more. But just then, I heard Ji-jin and Yoo-gwang shout.
"Aaah!"
"It's Luyoung!"
They started to run away while we could hear the sound of feet stomping as Luyoung ran into the room, but it wasn't just Luyoung. Jang-chun was with him as well.
"Oh."
I hid behind the desk, watching the whole thing. Ji-jin and Yoo-gwang managed to make their escape (had they always been that fast?) but Luyoung and Jang-chun ran after them just as quickly.
Zoom!
Ji-jin and Yoo-gwang passed right by me.
Zoom!
So did Luyoung and Jang-chun. How did they not see me? Well, now I was stuck to the ceiling. The VJ that was following me was also looking around, trying to find me. And that's when I saw it. One of the tables way over there had a small box hidden in one of its compartments! It really does help to look from higher places. I immediately made my way over to the box. And the VJ found me immediately.
"Sian, where were you?" the VJ asked curiously.
"Oh. I just went somewhere."
"You just disappeared. You scared me…"
"Sorry," I apologized. Then I opened the box. A card was inside. And this time, it wasn't a fake. The words were intriguing as well.
[Summon the enemy.]
A card that would allow me to call an opponent of my choice to my location. Perfect.
"I want to use this."
"Now?" the VJ asked, shocked. Just then, off in the distance, we heard the sounds of stomping and crashing before hearing the loud sound of name tags being ripped off. From the shouting, it sounded like it was Ji-jin's name tag. Soon, Yoo-gwang's cries joined in as well.
 [Ji-jin is out. Ji-jin is out. You may return after five minutes.]
 [Yoo-gwang is out. Yoo-gwang is out.]
Yoo-gwang was now out of the game. Thank goodness.
"Yes, now."
"But there's two of them over there," VJ said, pointing. It was Luyoung and Jang-chun, holding up the name tags. Ji-jin and Yoo-gwang must have struggled a lot because their clothes were all ripped. Soon, Luyoung and Jang-chun saw me and approached me with big smiles on their faces.  
"Yeah, that's why I want to use it."
 "...."
The VJ looked confused, but then, he spoke up.
"Who do you want to summon?"
"Sullin."
"Okay."
The VJ called the producer and soon, Sullin was called to the scene.
***
…
The atmosphere was filled with tension and confusion. I was standing along in the reading room, facing three members from the Chinese team: Jang-chun, Luyoung, and Sullin.
"Sian, I'll just take one okay?" Jang-chun said, making his way over to me. Luyoung smirked in response, but Sullin pouted.
"I want to take Sian's name tag."
"You?"
"Yeah. She got mine earlier," Sullin said, showing her back to us. Everyone nodded.
"Alright, go ahead."
"You two take care of her then."
"I'll do it," Jang-chun said, standing in front of me. The confidence was evident on his face. No doubt, he thought that I was an easy mark. Does he not watch the news?
"Hey, Sian," Jang-chun said.
"Yes?"
"I know you're good at fighting."
"Yep."
"But I have plenty of experience in martial arts. I doubt you can beat me."
"Hmm..."
Bet I could.
"I'll show you how good I am."
"Go ahead," I said, rolling out my shoulders and stretching my fingers. Wait, why did I stretch my fingers? I'm not going to hit him. I guess it's a habit. Anyways, Jang-chun got into his position to rip my name tag off. Then, he spoke up again.
"But, Sian?"
"Yes?"
"Would you like to grab some dinner me with tonight?"
"Ooooh~" Sullin. Luyoung remained quiet. But then again, he doesn't understand Korean.
"Dinner? You want to get food?" I asked. Just asking. I wanted to see if he knew what he was getting into.
 "Yeah. Just a simple dinner. Do I still make you uncomfortable?"
"A simple dinner doesn't sound appealing to me."
"Hehe."
Jang-chun smirked as if he'd been expecting my answer.
"Oh!" Sullin gasped, covering her mouth with both her hands as she blushed. No doubt these two were interpreting my response differently from what I meant. Anyways, Jang-chun continued talking.
"I didn't expect you to be so straight forward. Fine. I don't mind getting straight to the point. Does this make us an interracial couple?"
"What?"
What the hell is this guy saying? Wait a second. Does he think I meant that I want to sleep with him? Wow, this pervert. Just then, he dropped his voice to a whisper so only I could hear.
"I'll reserve a room in the best hotel in Seoul. Since a simple dinner isn't appealing for you, I'll make it as spicy and hot as possible. I'm quite skilled in bed, you know. Hehe."
"Crazy bastard."
I grabbed him by the head and pushed him down. He was now flat on the ground with his back exposed to me. I reached down and ripped his name tag off.
Rip!
I must have ripped too hard because a piece of his shirt came off with it.

Lee Sian, the strongest person under the heavens in old china, was reborn as a very overweight woman.

Now, behold as you watch the change that is about to occur!

Gun-Ho received a call from Professor Jien Wang.
"President Goo? Are you publishing my book in Korea?"
"Yes, I am working on it."
"I received a call from a young man who speaks fluent Chinese. He said once I approve publishing my book, he will work on translating my book into the Korean language."
"That's good."
"I was told that there is a president who is running the publishing company, but the actual owner is you— President Goo. Is it true?"
"Think about it, Professor Wang. What was the name of that publishing company?"
"GH Media? Oh, that's right! It's your company. GH is your name initials."
"So, did you approve publishing your book in Korea?"
"Of course I did. As soon as I heard that they will give me 7% royalty plus 3,000 dollars in advance, I approve it right away. I need money. Moreover, I am honored to have my book published in Korea. Thank you."
"Don't mention it. I thank you, Professor Wang, for allowing us to publish your book."
"I have one concern though."
"What is it?"
"The book is more like a scholarly book; it was not written for fun reading. I'm not sure if it will sell."
"Of course it will because the book was written by the famous Professor Jien Wang."
"Hey, cut it out, man."
 
"How is Seukang Li doing?"
"He has been extremely busy since he moved to Shanghai. He will be like that until he gets familiar with the new job."
"Of course."
"Oh, since Seukang Li's bureau oversees publishing books and media stuff, I can ask him to introduce a good Chinese publishing company to you. What do you think?"
"For what?"
"If your company has a good book that was published in Korea, you can publish it in China too."
"We handle foreign books mostly, so it won't be necessary. However, if we happen to have a book written by a Korean author, I will ask them."
"It would be nice if we can do a joint venture with you for a publishing company, but China doesn't open its door in that field."
"Really?"
"Well, books can greatly influence the thoughts of people in China. I guess that's why they don't want to open the door to the world in that particular field."
"My publishing company is a start-up company. I don't really get involved in the operation. I invited a lady president and she is running the company."
"I think women would probably do a better job in the publishing industry since they are more delicate and sensitive than men."
"I was told that many book readers are women as well."
"By the way, I've already sent the publishing contract to GH Media. I will send the original contract by EMS."
"I hope your book will hit a jackpot, so we both can make money, and you can become famous."
"Haha. Let's have our fingers crossed."
 
Moore Investment brought two versions of the business plan: English version and Korean version.
"Thank you very much."
Gun-Ho picked up the Korean version of the business plan.
"It's pretty thick."
"It's 50 pages thick."
"What about the English version?"
Gun-Ho looked at the English version; it said 'Joint Venture Company's Business Plan.'
"It's about the same."
Gun-Ho opened the Korean version.
"Business Outline, Products, Estimated Demands, Sales and Production Plan, Investment Plan…"
"Please take a close look at the plan for the raw materials' supply and demand, and estimated financial statements."
"Okay, I will. Let me take some time to go through this, and I will give you a call."
"We've consulted with the plant manager and the chief officer of the research center before completing the plot plan for the factory."
"Oh, is that right?"
"As indicated in the conclusion at the end, if you target China and other Asian markets, the company will grow larger than GH Mobile."
"You mean the new joint venture company?"
"Yes."
"Let's add one more thing to the conclusion."
"Sure."
The two staff from Moore Investment pulled out a pen and paper to write down what Gun-Ho would say. The watches that they were wearing and half-covered by their white shirts looked like high-end expensive watches.
"If we will target the Asian market including China, we will have to change the joint venture's name to something else. I suggest GH Chemical rather than Dyeon Korea."
"Yes, sir. I will make the modification right away."
 
"Do you have extra copies of the business plan?"
"Of course. We always prepare extra copies in case our client needs more."
"When you return to Seoul, could you send one copy to Attorney Young-Jin Kim at Kim & Jeong Law Office? One English version and one Korean version, please."
"Sure, we will."
 
Gun-Ho received a call from Min-Hyeok. He said he would visit Korea soon.
"My grandmother passed away. I need to come to Korea to see my family for a few days."
"Really? I am so sorry to hear that, Min-Hyeok. Once you arrive in Korea, come to see me in Asan City. Why don't you make your return to China on Sunday? We will have a high school reunion in the Gangnam Station area on Saturday."
"Meeting our high school classmates? I don't want to see them."
"Why not?"
"They are a bunch of condescending jerks. When I worked for a small company and when I studied for the government job exam, they looked down on me. Especially, Won-Chul Jo and Suk-Ho Lee, they treated me like I was invisible."
"Just come, and you buy the second round at the union. They are our friends who will come to your future wedding."
"Oh, that reminds me of my mom. My mom will start nagging again. She wants to set up a meeting with girls so I can marry soon."
"That's nice, right? You and I, we will have to get married soon before we get older."
"Well, actually, I have someone. But don't tell anyone, okay?"
"Really? That's great. Who is it? Is it someone I know?"
"She is an English teacher in Shanghai International School. It just happened like that."
"Oh, nice. Congratulations. I am envious of you!"
"Thank you."
"Did you meet her when you were in college?"
"No, she is Chinese."
"Chinese?"
"She is actually a Korean Chinese. She studied in the U.S. though."
"Really? You can settle down in China once you marry the Chinese lady. That's good."
"I don't know. I am not sure if it is okay…"
"No, it's good. We are living in a globalized world. International marriage is good."
Gun-Ho wanted to tell Min-Hyeok that he was also dating someone who was Japanese.
 
After getting off the phone with Min-Hyeok, Gun-Ho felt uneasy.
"I think Min-Hyeok will get married soon. Am I the only one who will be left as a single at my age?"
Gun-Ho missed Mori Aikko. He felt like Mori Aikko would run towards him anytime soon with a bright smile.
"I am wondering what Mori Aikko is doing now. Is she on a trip for her dance performance in other provinces? Or is she working at the bar in Shinjuku City?"
Gun-Ho sent a text message to Mori Aikko. Texting in English was actually the best way to communicate with her since they didn't speak the same language.
"Mori Aikko, I love you. I am missing you right now."
Mori Aikko replied to Gun-Ho's text message right away.
"I love you, Shacho-san. I miss you too. I am in Nara, Kinki right now. There is an event I participate in Yoshiki-en. I will be back in Tokyo next week."

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

To say the castle is beautiful would be an understatement. It's so gorgeous. Even better than my own castle. But I won't admit it to anyone especially to some big-headed kidnapper King and besides, I love my kingdom and castle.

We passed through many corridors where the arts of different artists are displayed on the walls. Golden and silver chandelier hanging on the ceiling and red carpet on the floor. Multiple doors on either side of mine as I am walking behind the Butler whose name is Haru. That is a Japanese word but is also used in the Korean language. His name means day, which I find quite cute. He is the most senior here who had rendered his services in this castle for more than thirty years. 

Haru showed me the library which I must say is very good and as many books as I can't count. This place is a special treat for me. This place will take the most time of my day.

"Will you continue the tour or will spend your time here? Princess" Haru asked me politely with a smile on his cute wrinkly face. He is such a good man.

"No, we may continue the tour some other time whenever you are free because I want to spend my time here," I asked with a small smile gracing my lips. He smiled in return.

"It's okay princess, whenever you want to continue the tour, I am always at your service regarding any matter" With that being said he bowed a little in front of me and left me there in this big world full of fantasies.

Back in my castle, I used to have a library too but it was not as large as this one and I already read almost all the books present there. Yes, I love books that much.

They take me to a world full of things that I have never experienced.

Walking towards the first shelf I took a book out of hundreds. Not even a little dust. There are plush chairs with a glass table and a lantern on it on every right corner of the library. I chose one and sat on it, opened my book and started reading it. The genre comes to be romance.

I have a bad habit of not looking at the description of the book before I decide to read it. I just pick one and start reading it. This makes me comfortable with every genre. I am not the type of person who reads a book of only one type. I love to read each and everything I find somewhere.

Time passed in a blur and it's already dark outside. I can tell because there is a window here and the time when I came here there was still light out there but now there is no light except for the fact that there is some shine of the moon which illuminates the room.

Since there is no more light and the fire of the lantern has already finished so I decided to head back towards my room when suddenly my belly made an embarrassing sound. I am hungry. I didn't eat anything because I spent all of my time in the library since morning. Myung-Dae must have been returned by now.

He didn't ask me to eat dinner with him.

That thought suddenly crawled upon my mind. What I am thinking? It's not like that if he ate one dinner or one breakfast with me he will always do this. But still...

Ignoring the sudden sadness which is bubbling within me I head back towards my room.

A knock on the oak door erupted my train of thoughts.

"Come in"

There stands Haru on the door with a tray full of food. He entered the room and spoke,

"Princess, our king has sent his greatest apologies that he couldn't join you for dinner as he is not coming back to the castle because of some business, so I have taken this food, so you can eat it since you also didn't eat your lunch," he said and I politely took the tray from him with newfound happiness.

So he was not here, that is why he didn't ask me to eat dinner with him.

I don't know why I am happy about this.

A story of a dark King, claiming a princess as his.

A story of a princess, where she tries to escape her fate.

 ________________

Revenge, fear, lust, determination
Scandalous thoughts, aims and actions.

 Love and Hate.

 What more will follow the lives of the two people that hold much power than they think?

Excerpt:

"From the beginning, I was told that I would see the love in her eyes, love for me. But there is just hate, hate for me"

 *uploading chapters every day, the writing of story has already been finished*

Su-hyuk Jang, a producer with five years of experience, clicked his tongue in disapproval the moment he stepped into the meeting room. "Jaehyung!" he yelled, turning towards the youngest producer in the team. "I told you so many times to get this place cleaned up before I get here! It's like a damn barn in here!"
"Oh, another team just got done with their meeting, so..."
"Hey. Kiddo. Didn't I tell you to just get moving and not give me stupid excuses? Getting into weird habits, aren't we?"

Jang raised his hand towards the young producer, who cowered in fear and quickly dropped his head.

"I'm so sorry, sir."
"Get on with it then! Chop chop, get this place cleaned up!"

Jaehyung scurried over to the meeting table, frantically getting rid of all the used cups and stray pens and markers rolling all over the place. As he watched the young man work, Jang muttered to himself, wholly dissatisfied. Such laziness, and from the newbie of all people! How was he supposed to trust this boy with running errands? Huffing and puffing, Jang took his seat at the head of the table, followed by three writers. They each sat in their respective seats, sharing nervous glances between each other.

"A-Anyway, Ms. Kim!" one of the writers spoke up, attempting to lighten the mood. "What happened with that tip from the other day?"
"Nayeon went to check it out. Go on, tell us."

Nayeon promptly arranged some pictures on the table and began to explain.

"Have you all heard about the "reading boy"? He went viral a few months ago, and you can definitely tell why. He has this sort of... other worldly feel to him."
"Hmm. I'm not familiar," said Jang, scratching his head as he scrutinized the pictures.
"Oh, he's so cute!"
"I've seen him!" exclaimed the young producer. "I remember thinking he was really good-looking. Weirdly so, to be honest. Still, you can't stop looking at him."
"Huh. He must be pretty famous, if even Jaehyung knows about him."
"Yes, actually. His pictures were trending on quite a few search engines at the time. Anyway, the tip was about him. Oh, I have a picture from when I went to talk to him!"

Nayeon quickly tapped her tablet screen, searching and searching, as the others continued to admire the pictures on the table.

"Wow, look at him. He seems pretty photogenic, yeah?"
"Definitely. Guaranteed views right there."


Found it! Nayeon held up her tablet triumphantly. "Here! He shot an ad!" The picture on the screen was of a young boy sitting at a desk, intently reading a book. It was an ad for the public library, yes, but a sort of picturesque fantasy feeling emanated from the picture despite the modern props.

"He's a model?"
"Not professionally, but the picture that went viral was taken in this library. So they took this as an opportunity to advertise the public library in time for the fall exhibit, and had him be their model."
"Okay, that's enough backstory." Jang sighed as he waved his hand dismissively. "Tell me about the tip."
"Oh, of course. I spoke with his homeroom teacher first, to confirm the tip, and she claims that he's not like the other kids. All the other teachers know about him, too, so he's pretty well known in school. He's really good at math, and he's started to learn physics. Alone."
"Alone? He's self-taught?"
"Yes. Just like our tip said, he doesn't receive tutoring at school or at the institute. Spends most of his time at the library. I spoke to the institute as well, and apparently he borrows books from the older kids and reads those all day. Of course, no private tutor. The kid confirmed this."
"Reads books, huh...? What about tests?"
"I went ahead with the interview before giving him the test papers, but honestly, it was pretty easy to tell he's different."

With that, Nayeon recalled yesterday's events at Inpyeong Elementary.

****

The two sat across from each other in the counseling room.

"Oh, it's warm here," noted Nayeon. "I'd heard that schools had good air conditioning now, but I didn't think it'd be this good."

Lucid stared at her blankly, which made her laugh a bit. "Don't worry, I'm just talking to myself. Should we start off with some questions? First things first, what's your name?"

He told her.

"Did your parents name you?"
"No. From my understanding, the chairman of the institute I'm staying at came up with it."
"Oh, really? Well. It suits you. Anyway, I heard you like reading. Is that true?"
"Hmm... Yes, I suppose you could say that." Lucid answered rather hesitantly.
"Could you elaborate?"
"I think it's more accurate to say that I like reading books to study."

Had she heard him correctly? She wasn't exactly sure. First of all, where the hell had that answer come from? And second of all...

"I'm sorry, but you are in the first grade, correct?"
"Yes."

That was answer enough, but Nayeon still had to stop herself from asking his age.

"Alright, then. Could you explain the difference to me?"
"I think that reading and reading to study have different objectives. When I first came to school, I read everything I could get my hands on, because I liked to read. I read biographies and textbooks on math, science, grammar. My goal back then was to immerse myself in the books and marvel at the ideas in them. But now, my goal is to study. I'm reading books so I can understand their content and gain more knowledge. So, since there are two different goals, I think they should be seen as two different things."

Nayeon thought (or rather, knew) that further interviewing would be rather pointless. If a first grader was able to convey his thoughts with such eloquence and sound logic, didn't that automatically qualify him as a genius? This wasn't just a tip. This was a huge scoop.

"Well then," she continued, "what books have you been reading recently?"
"Physics, mainly. I'd like to learn more about physical phenomena. But I found out that you need to know a lot of math to understand physics. So I've been reading math books, too, but I'm not that good at it, so the physics books make little sense to me."
"How far along are you with math?"
"Just the four arithmetic equations. I think I understand linear equations well enough."

Was he really a first grader? He sounded more like a middle schooler.

"A first grader who knows linear equations?" Jang asked, interrupting Nayeon's recollection. "Are you sure he's in elementary? Not middle school?"

Nayeon cringed internally at the realization that she and Jang had thought the same thing, but powered through to continue her explanation.

"Yes, sir, yes. Anyway, we don't need to have a long meeting about this. With his looks and his brains, he's going to be a huge hit! I know it."

Jang turned around to look at Wang, one of the writers.

"Do you have a story in mind?"
"First, we need more information on his school life. Or even his life at the institute," Wang answered, twirling a pen between her fingers. "We'll include some more interviews, get his IQ tested, and ask a science high school or even a university to collab and get a professional evaluation. That good?"
"He's even more stunning in person, I guarantee it." Nayeon chimed in. "He doesn't look wholly Korean, but it's not like he looks like a foreigner, either. It's weird, but it works. You take one look and you know he's objectively really good-looking. My point is, the story doesn't matter! His face alone could bring in so many views!"
"Nayeon, sweetie. I admire your confidence, but his face is something the camera crew will take care of. We're writers."
"I'm just saying. There's nothing wrong with having something pretty to look at."

Jang ignored this whole exchange, instead turning to the younger producer to relay directions.
"Jaehyung, get the cameras ready. Ms. Wang, I trust you to come up with a good storyline and a solid schedule. Get back to me with both."
"How long?"
"We're not sure this'll work, so 20 minutes for now."

And with that, the meeting was over. As they left the room, one of the writers, Yunseon Jo, approached Nayeon.

"Was he really all that?" she asked.
"Oh my God!" Nayeon shouted. "You have no idea! Like, so much better than any child actor I've ever seen! I literally had to stop myself from hugging him, it was insane!"
"Look at you. You're totally gone. I saw it coming, with you going on and on about his face instead of focusing on a story. Are you into kids?"
"Hey! That's going way too far! I'm just saying, his face keeps popping up in my head..."

Smack!

A loud noise rang through the hallway as Yunseon slapped Nayeon's arm.
"That! That's going to far! Watch what you say, Nayeon. That's honestly going into lovesickness territory."

Nayeon rubbed her arm gingerly, but still looked like she had more to say. Thankfully, Wang stepped in just in time to stop her.

"That's enough. The producer told you already, but I'll remind you just in case. We're writers. We come up with a story for the program. The camera works on the looks. Or do you want a transfer?"
"Ms. Wang! Aww, that's so mean! I was born to be a writer, you know that!"

Nayeon tried her best to escape her situation, using her status as the youngest writer to act cute and innocent. It didn't exactly work, per se, but Wang still found it endearing enough. She invited her juniors to dinner, and the three took the elevator down.

****


Lucid, having reached middle school level mathematics, had gotten a new idea during class a few days ago and was now attempting a new type of magic. He found that the best thing to come out of this whole "prodigy" ordeal was that none of the teachers scolded him for not paying attention in class.

"Kyung-ho," Hee Yeon warned,"pay attention, sweetie."
"But plaster face...!"

Indeed, "plaster face" wasn't paying attention at all, but before Kyung-ho could point that out, Hee Yeon sighed and warned him again.

"Kyung-ho! You know better than you talk back to your elders, don't you?"
"Yes..." said the boy, his voice barely a whisper.
"I'll let it slide just this once, because I know you're usually a very good students who listens to what 
I say. But it's just this once! Next time I catch you doing something else, you'll have to be punished. Is that clear?"
"Yes..."

Hee Yeon knew that she was being rather unfair, but she pushed her guilt aside. Even during the slight commotion, Lucid appeared to have been lost in his own thoughts, but Hee Yeon was actually quite grateful for this. Though it had only carried on for a short while, the other children all rather enjoyed watching their teacher become increasingly flustered at Lucid's incessant questions. It had been something of a game for them, and they had grown to look forward to Lucid asking questions, going as far as to persuade him to do so.

Thankfully, however, Lucid's interest had shifted to self-study (or so Hee Yeon firmly believed, as she didn't want to think that he was disappointed in her lack of knowledge), meaning he now spent the majority of his time pondering to himself or reading books. This meant that Hee Yeon could finally relax, with no need to be on constant guard for potential questions, and it was also why she left Lucid be in class.

During break, Lucid left the classroom and made his way down to the courtyard, which he had been staring at for the better portion of class. As it was, Myeong-su, from the classroom next door, had also come out to play. As excited as ever, he ran and ran, determined to make the most out of the ten minute break between classes.

"Oh hey, plaster face!" he called. "Aren't you cold?"

While Myeong-su was wearing a thick jacket, Lucid was only wearing a T-shirt.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." Lucid grinned.


<Clash (4)> End.

A boy who was living an ordinary life in another world suddenly came to the present world.

Social systems, way of life and morals... They have all changed.

How will the boy try to survive?

What kind of life will the boy live?

There were few people on the mainland who could study criminal psychology, let alone add such detailed annotations in related books.
Fu Jiu curled her thin lips into a rather playful summer. 
The Almighty had concealed it so deeply.
No wonder all of them said that no one in Northeast China had the guts to piss him off.
If the police had someone like this god, it probably would have been tough for her to hide.
A criminal psychologist, profiler, and computer genius…
Fu Jiu firmly believed that some people, no matter how many times they were reincarnated back into the world, were definitely incomparable. More importantly, their numbers could be only counted on the fingers of one hand.
The Almighty might just be one of them.
"Are you interested in my book?" Qin Mo already finished changing his clothes. His knitted light sweater matched well with his long cloth trousers, immediately making him look much gentler. At home, he slightly resembled those Korean male stars, with slightly damp cropped black hair very close to his ears and exposed elbows that were as fair as porcelain.
He walked around from behind Fu Jiu and put his nimble fingers on the book, Criminal Minds,that she was reading.
A subtle mint scent mixed with a hint of tobacco floated lightly over her head, smelling incredibly familiar and pleasant.
When Fu Jiu turned her head, the man's fair jaw came into her line of sight.
It occurred to her that the man was a lot taller than her, although she was already somewhat tall.
So that was why when this god entered the room, his gaze was that condescending. He actually had the right to act like that.
Qin Mo also lowered his eyes, and his deep gaze fell on the young man's face as if time were frozen.
Soon, he took the book from her hand and put it back on the shelf, while his other hand directly grabbed the back collar of the youngster's school uniform. Leaning to one side, he asked, "Interested?" With his thin lips being so close to the youngster's face, his breath could even hit Fu's face.
"Well, kind of…" Fu Jiu responded somewhat provocatively with a slight smile, "No wonder locating my area in a very short period of time is a piece of cake for my older brother, who has a strong reasoning ability. If I knew earlier, I wouldn't have rushed to jump out, and I would have played a little bit more with Brother Mo instead."
Qin Mo told himself once again that the teenager was in the rebellious phase of his adolescence.
As a brother, even if this guy just moved his stuff, he had to control himself and not pinch his paws.
Still, this boy needed to be taught.
No matter what position the teenager was in, Qin Mo dragged him to go out. "You can read extracurricular books later. Go eat first!"
Ever since she met this god more often, she has been treated as a sack many times. Fu shouted, "Wait, wait, can we talk in a better position? Please don't always drag me like this. You know what, this is gonna ruin my image."
"So sneaking a peek at other people's books does not affect your image?" Qin Mo grasped the boy seriously as if he were teaching a disobedient cat.
Fu did not deny it, "I just wanted to know who on earth could finally catch me. Besides playing games, my brother, what else can you do?"
"Make money," Qin said, then he gripped the teenager's chin with force. "Be careful about your big nose. No more nonsense. Maybe I'll put you into the stewed hot pot next time.
Fu Jiu thought that she couldn't miss the big chance to educate a god, so she put her face close to him with an evil smile. "My dear brother, to be honest, you are not really a perfect brother. I'm sorry, but I have to tell you that your tongue is so sharp that you will never get a girlfriend."


Fu Jiu appears to be a normal lad in high school on the surface. But in fact, she (Yes! She!) is the hacker, Z, a villain-terminator in the online world of an alternate world. Having reincarnated into the body of a woman and being forced to disguise herself as a young man, she reigns over the game world, fights for justice, and puts a spell on all the girls around with her innate charm. However, her flirting comes across as gay to the rich Almighty Qin and his inner circle. Over time, the Almighty Qin falls for him… her. Has he turned gay for him… her? Now, that's confusing!
Keywords: Rebirth, Face-slapping, Online gaming, Pet lover, Hacking, Chocolate-flavored lollipop
Sugary Scene:
Fu Jiu said, "Almighty Qin, do you have a girlfriend?"
Qin Mo lowered his laptop. "No."
Fu Jiu lowered her voice and started flirting carelessly. "You have one now, me."
Upon hearing that, Qin Mo pounced on Fu Jiu domineeringly!
Fu Jiu was stunned. "Wait, what are you doing?"
Qin Mo replied, "Exercising my boyfriend rights."
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Trisha came to look for me. When we reached the entrance of the campus Avika and Riya were already waiting. We had a joyous and stress-free day outside. As we had some delicious snacks and lovely desserts it felt bliss to us. Since we ate distasteful food for so long our tongues were robbed of the taste buds.
After trying out various outfits Riya and Avika selected a few. 

It was 5 in the evening when we came back. Sun has yet to set. After resting for a few minutes I turned to ask Avi about hitting the gym as we had lots of desserts today and didn't go in the morning. But as I approached her she was in a deep sleep. I tucked her in the light blanket and she snuggled to it with a content smile. 

Smiling I wore my activewear and sports shoes. As Avika wasn't with me I decided to run. Attaching my earphones I began to run. Music blasted in and my mood uplifted. There were many people in the garden. Players practising their games, girls chatting around, couples sitting quietly gazing the horizon or exchanging sweet promises while the sun was going to set. I decided to sit quietly in some place after running two laps.

After 15 minutes I completed my workout and sat in a good place to admire the sunset. Looking at the serenity of the scene I thought of a few words, not that good but apt for my mood and scene.

"Everyday when a day ends
It feels so relaxing to me
Every emotion blends
Sometimes merry sometimes gloomy
Sunset is beautiful
As it marks that the day is finally ending"

I sat there thinking nothing. Just staring at the sunset and breathing deeply. Sort of meditation. Sun sat at last. Sky still contained few hues before turning all dark. Breathing for the last few times, it was the time to get up. 

"Hey, are you okay?"

I jumped in surprise with a sudden sound. I noticed it was Avika. I thought that if it would be a movie it was the perfect time when Mr.President shows up. These coincidences often happen between the lead actors. Not that I was thinking we were the main leads.

"Yeah, just enjoying my quality time. You woke up sleepy head?" I said.

She sat beside me. 
"I was looking for you and assumed you would be working out as you are not a morning person, next possible place was the library." She said.

"You know there is a thing called a mobile phone, dummy." I laughed flashing my phone towards her.

"Tch, I know that. Just my phone ran out of battery after our outing and I slept soon after I came." She said making some faces.

"Come on let's go, it's getting darker." I stood up and pulled her up with me.

Next few days flew very fast. I continued to follow my schedule dutifully. In Psychology, we were taught so many things that fascinated me. The working of our mind is truly a miracle. Today was the day we had to present our papers at the Literary Club. After lunch, Trisha and I went together. Today I reached earlier.
I had seen Mr.President from afar a few times. He was present most of the time in the library as he said earlier. Idiot Sourav didn't disturb me any further as the librarian was always there. She talked happily with me each time I issued books. I had seen him playing basketball in mornings when I get a chance to work out. 

We had settled down and Trisha told me about Korean-dramas she had watched. I used to watch Korean-dramas and Chinese dramas. Here however I don't get time at all. We talked happily until everybody came in. As we were 14 members everybody read their papers. When Mr.President started I was happy that he liked the book. Every book has got it's the charm. It ended pretty well and everybody got a glimpse of other's capabilities. 

We got to know that the drama is set on the novel Pride and Prejudice. It was a beautiful romance novel by author Jane Austen. It was one of my favourite classic books. It was the story in which Elizabeth overcomes her prejudice and Mr.Darcy does his pride and then both surrenders themselves in love. I was very excited about it. Normally I heard colleges play Romeo and Juliet as a drama but this is really great. I do want to see the casts and hopefully, their actions would be top-notch. I want to see the characters brought to life. Many of us have read the novel here and was a squeal of delight when we heard about it.

As we discussed we were told to meet the Drama Club. Trisha and I walked towards the drama club as we wanted to meet Avika and Riya. While Avika was a dancer, Riya was a singer. They both aren't going to participate in the drama but will be there during the meeting just to see the preparations. 
When we reached we started talking and joking with each other. 

"Manya?" I heard someone call. I turned and saw Mr.President calling me over while he was talking to two people there.

"See she is the one I told you about." Is he serious? No, I don't want to act at all. Maybe I would like to do some work but no acting. I admit I had done some acting in my high school days but this was too much.

"Please excuse us for a moment," I said to them and dragged him away. 

"Did I tell you to recommend to me?" I said.

"No, but on Saturday I asked, you didn't deny either." He said with an expression that seemed annoying to me.

"Please tell them I'm not going to participate in the drama." 

"Why?"

"Because it's MY decision," I growled 

"Okay, don't get mad. I didn't say anything I just told them how nicely you have written your assignment paper. I told them that you could assist me in screenwriting. If you want to act that's another story." He said, totally cool. So that's what he was talking about. Screenwriting is the thing I would enjoy but still,

"But still, you should have told me before you were planning to do so," I said

"I'm sorry," he said so sincerely that I felt guilty.

"I want to apologize too as I was too rash," I said biting my lips.

"So are we cool?" He asked softly.

"Yeah. Well, is the post of screenwriter's assistant is still open?" 

"No, someone took it." He said

"Who?" I asked

"Some girl named Manya Verma." We laughed. 

"Do you agree?" He asked.

I contemplated for a moment. Screenwriting would be good, it's my favourite novel and I don't have to do most of the work what more a lazy soul like me desires?
"Yup, I agree," I said

We walked back together and he told them about him being the screenwriter and me being the assistant.
I wanted Avika to try out the auditions but she is in dance which requires a lot of time and energy. As this fest programme's responsibility was Drama Club's they are already divided into several groups and at last very fewer people were left in performing actual drama part. 

As the fest was approaching at the end of mid- August we had time in our hands. Even though the script has to be ready early. Mr.President and I decided to work in the library the next few days as we shortened the entire drama into 30 minutes. 

Today since he called me over I hadn't gotten a chance to talk to my friends. I followed him everywhere. A few minutes later everybody started departing. I got a message from Riya saying they are returning to their practice and Trisha is accompanying them. I sighed and maybe the person beside me mistook it for boredom or tiredness because he flashed me an apologetic smile. He then quickly wrapped up the conversation and led me to the cafeteria.

He told me to order whatever I like, but this was college cafeteria and not a very good place to order 'whatever I like'. Anyway, I didn't want to eat my regular sandwich so I ordered some french fries after asking him if he would help me finish it and a cup of coffee. He too ordered a coffee.

We sat in the same place as the other day.
While sitting he said.

"Next time it wouldn't be this cafeteria." I laughed at this.

"I don't know in which year you are studying," I said thinking carefully.

"You really didn't pay attention to the first day, did you?" He asked.

I was really embarrassed.
"Yeah, I didn't. After the library incident, I felt dejected for a long time and I bear grudges so I didn't pay attention." I said truthfully.

"Bearing grudges, I'll remember that." He chuckled.

"Will you tell me or not," I asked

"Let's do this again. Our introductions." He said and then continued.
"Hello, my name is Vihaan Kashyap and I'm a third-year student here. Hobbies are playing basketball, reading books and listening to music."

"I'm Manya Verma, nice to meet you. I'm a first-year student here. Hobbies are reading, dancing, painting, listening to music and watching movies and dramas." I said mimicking him.

"You paint and dance too?" He asked surprised. This surprise didn't offend me, rather I wanted to tell him more. 

"Yeah. I love cooking. Baking at that." I said.

"You cook too? Would this lowly creature someday would have the fortune to taste your cooking?" He said

"Yes, you could as you aren't any lowly creature but my esteemed senior. But I don't know how and when." I said.

I know he is just joking but my silly heart sped when he said he would like to taste my cooking. Our order had arrived he went to the counter to bring things over.

"Have you read Pride and Prejudice?" He asked.

"Yes," I nodded enthusiastically. Now things will get interesting as I'll get to write (or help in writing, whatever) dialogues of Elizabeth and Mr.Darcy.

A girl with a past she couldn't let go. Once cheerful and chirpy, she began to question her values, intention and even existence.

"God? Have you kept me here just to feel immense guilt each moment I breathe?" She asked, voice breaking and trembling in between her sobs as she tried to compose herself.

After suffering she regained her will to live but still didn't overcome completely. Will the arrival of her soulmate relieve her or will she lose this opportunity too?

Hailey was walking on the street of Burbank, California.
She was happy to be here, to get away from miserable school and her friends
in her home country.
She just wanted this kind of peace and quiet.
Hailey, was an interesting girl.
She was quite different in the girls of her age.
First of all, she was always thoughtfull. 
Second, she liked reading books.
Because of these reasons, her friends comepletly ignored her and made her
outsider.
It went on and on and finally, she decieded to take a rest for a while.
Her parents, who didn't want to see her flopped, suggested that to take film audition.
At first Hailey thought, 'Me? an actor?' but since she didn't have anything to do, she 
decided to give it a try.
And she did it.
She became the main role of the drama called <Nerd's rommance school> 
After she was cast, All kinds of issues buzzed about her, wandered around in many portal sites.
Cause she was the first Korean teenage actor who became the main role of drama in major film company.

So, for that reason, Hailey is now walking on the street of California.
She was heading to the studio to take a screen test with the best friend actor of the main role.
But suddenly,
at that momment, screeching noise of some kind of wheel caught her from her back.
She turn around sharply, surprised.
A boy, about her age, has fallen off from his bicycle.
He was wearing a cap so Hailey couldn't 
see his face well.
But after he raised his head.
Hailey saw his expression.
He was scowling at her.

"Look around when you walk! seriously, didn't you hear the bell ring? are you deaf?"
The boy half yelled at her.
"If you had time to ring the bell, why didn't you just avoid me? I see you have two hands to do that. or you were just a baby on a bicycle." Hailey replied sarcastically at him.
"How dare.." The boy stand on his heel angrily.
"You were the first to call me deaf. so can you please get out of my sight? you are blocking the way."
The boy swore under his breath and took off looking outraged.

Hailey swore in her minds too.
He completely ruined her day.

Suddenly one thought has came across her mind. 
'He was so familiar.. where have I saw him?'

teenage girl (Hailey Park) has been casted for a huge film in Hollywood. Will she be able to play the main charecter well?

Alan Iverson, Tracy McGrady, Dwayne Wade.
These were the best players of the year 2000, known as the best of the best slasher players. A slasher is a player who excelled at driving the ball to the basket. 
"That's it, D! That's it!"
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FIRST HALF 38 VS 38 UTAH VALLEY

Just as Stanley said, Utah Valley was a very particular team to play against. Their tedious organizational power was what made them survive the first and second half so far. 
Utah Valley's Ben Aird focused on taking advantage of the fact that Leon was not present on the court, he had already scored 16 points, whose game average was 10 points. Dominic Sanders, who was playing in place of Leon was proving to have a hard time.
"Oh man, not again!"
Once again, as Ben Aird added another 2 points, Utah Valley took the lead. 
Stanley, who momentarily showed a sign of frustration, began to clap to cheer him up. Dominic, who was barely a sophomore, needed as much help to stay mentally positive. 
"Damn, again?!"
A voice similar to Stanley's came yelling from the other side of the benches. 
Utah Valley's coach Dick Moss seemed to be very frustrated at Lillard's amazing ability to put pressure on his team. It had been over 3 minutes since Lillard and Aird were in a showdown. 
But seriously, it was incredible. Left. Right.
When Lillard decided where he wanted to penetrate, it's as if Moses was splitting waters, considering how defensive players would move left and right. Dominic, as well as Utah Valley's Isaiah Williams, seemed to be mentally crushed. 
It could potentially be worse than that.
"How on Earth can he do that?"
"Hmm?"
Darn, without me noticing, Korean came out again. 
I looked around my surroundings to see where David was, then turned my attention to Leon.
"I think Lillard is incredible."
"Haha. That's a given! Watch his first step carefully."
"First step?"
"That's right. His first step after his pull up is exceptional."
First step refers to the movement a player with the ball would make when they decide which way to play toward. This was a very important skill for a player who wanted to break through defenses and Leon believed Lillard had perfected this skill. 
Is this another physical ability-based skill? From what I know, the first step was highly dependent on one's agility level and muscle flexibility.
So, a lot of it has to do with and one's natural body elements.
"Why's that?"
"Just because. There hasn't been a case where someone successfully dealt with a 1:1. Could it be because of their first step?"
"It's possible. Then watch Lillard's play closely."
"His physical ability is different?"
"Hahahaha. Huh? Oh! Hold on a minute."
After a fierce fight for the rebound, Artemis shoved the ball with his body momentum to Kenwah. Kenwah Mobley was Davion Berry's backup, however, he was also a senior. 
Since he was lacking in skill to play as a professional, he was planning to get his Ph.D. It may be possible to meet Kenwah in a few years as an accountant.
Anyway, Artemis' hustle caused everyone on the bench to get out of their seats. 
Once again, Lillard immediately shot from the 3-point line and scored. How many shots had he consecutively made?
*FWEEEEEEE*
"Whew! You're on fire, D!"
Davion Berry ran toward Lillard and jumped in the air for a body bump as the other players joyfully smile and hyped each other up.
I had been feeling this all day, but I really enjoy this free and open-minded feeling.
"Anyway, again."
After hearing the game plan, Leon returned to me and continued our conversation from earlier.
"I do admit there is a certain amount of physical ability involved in a good first step. But, that's not necessarily the most important element."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Lillard's first step's deception is excellent."
"Hold on. D, what did you say?"
"De. Cep. Tion."
Deception was a word that was generally used in baseball, which referred to one's ability to deceive or hide their actual intent. 
Leon claimed that Lillard seemed to be great at this ability. But defensive plays relied on a player's ability to correctly predict one's movement by paying attention to their opponent's knees and feet, or dribbling pattern. 
If an offensive player could successfully confuse the defense, it will make it easy to evade their defenses.
Defensive players were always in a passive position since they'd have to turn their bodies if their opponents successfully outplayed them. So, a defense player would be considered good if they were able to read their opponent's movements accurately. 
*FWEEEEE*
As Lillard gained possession of the ball in an offensive play, spectators jumped from their seats and started to whistle and cheer. 
He had been playing on fire throughout the game and it seemed to have spread to the audience.
Following Leon's advice, I paid very close attention to Lillard's movement. I watched from the defensive players' perspective. When is he going to put his foot forward?
"…"
After a few pivots and shoulder fakes, I started to count. I was thinking he would move forward after I count to 3. 
'One, tw-'
"What?"
But Lillard moved to the left, in a completely different timing and direction that I expected.
I may have only been 1 second off, but Isaiah Williams put all his focus to the right side. Lillard confidently and easily jumped, made a mid-range shot and nailed it.
A fantastic first step followed by a pull-up jump.
Just as Leon said, that was Lillard's special ability that'll pull him into the NBA.
"Whew."
"Why?"
"If it were me, I wouldn't have been able to react to that."
Leon put his hand on me as I gave a frustrated look.
"Haha, well of course! Anyone would say that if they were put in front of Lillard."
"…"
I did feel a little better but realizing how long my road ahead was made me feel a bit impatient.
However, nothing good will come from rushing into anything.
I first needed to figure out exactly what I needed to work on.
"But wait."
"Hmm?"
"You're a pretty smart guy!"
This was the first time I've ever heard of "first step" or "deception" from anyone. Leon gave me a strange look as I was in admiration for what he had just told me.
"Doesn't everyone know this stuff? Do you not learn these things in Korea?"
"…"
Ever since the SAT's were finished, all I did was attend practice, went on runs and did a weight training program.
Even if I made plans so I could be as far away from the cellphone as possible, half of the day flew by just like that.
"That's it!"
"Oww! Hey! I'm still injured. Did you forget?"
I apologized to the startled Leon and motioned toward David. As he made his way to me with a puzzled look, I asked him to do me a favor.
"I want to get books that have to do with basketball."
"Books?"
"Yeah. They probably have those, right? How much would they cost?"
"…"
David slowly put his hand on me with his lips tightly sealed.
"Yeah?"
"You just used Korean."
"Oh right!"
How petty. Does he feel good for ruining a moment?
He took my dollar bill like an old man and put it in his front pocket.
"Hmm, well. Is it really necessary to buy books?"
"What?"
"You could just use WSU's library. If you ask Stanley, he'd probably let you do that."
"Oh, that's a wonderful idea!"
I turned my head and looked toward Stanley as I glanced over to the electronic scoreboard.
Should I ask him after the first half is over?
"Damnit, Hey!!! Focus!"
Nah, I'll just wait until the game's over.
"What on Earth are you doing?!"
If we were to lose today's game, I should just wait a couple of days.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

END GAME RESULTS
WSU 74 VS 68 UTAH VALLEY
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I felt a little sorry for Barron, who was waiting for me to eat dinner, but I felt like my arm was going to fall off. That's because I had an 800-page book on the history of the NBA along with dozens of books pertaining to basketball wrapped around my arms.
The middle-aged curly-haired librarian, Vedah, gave me a weird look because of how Stanley and I were overly excited about getting books. 
But on the way home, Stanley seemed to have really taken to heart how motivated I was.
In 3 days, WSU will be leaving as they advance to the 2nd round. I wasn't able to travel with the team, so Stanley gave me all his NCAA and NBA DVD's for me to watch while they were gone.
After running and weight training, I was planning to stay home all day and watch these videos. That's also why I bought a huge pack of popcorn seeds.
Just thinking about all the popcorn in the pantry got me all excited. 
"Whew. This is tiring."
"So early… what was all that?"
"Hmm? Oh! They were books."
"Books, huh? What in the world? You've really gone mad! You're going to spend all your time at home reading books? Go out on dates!"
*SMACK*
"Woah!"
Anna smacked the back of Barron's head as he tried to persuade me to meet girls. Just like that, she smacked him.
"He's not helpless like you!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm saying he doesn't go running around chasing girls! Am I right?"
What am I supposed to say in this situation? I had no problem making Barron look like the bad guy. But I felt bad for him.
I started to think about the kiss with Sally, so I tried to distract myself.
If only she wasn't Stanley's daughter, I wouldn't reject Sally's display of affection.
"Anyway! I'm planning to study this weekend too. Wanna study together?"
"I wouldn't mind. Tonight?"
They pointed to a white box that was visible from the living room, sitting on the kitchen table. Both of their faces brightened up as they exchanged happy looks with one another. 
"Pepperoni and cheese!"
"And Mountain Dewwwwwww!"
We all hurried over as if nothing else mattered as we were ready to devour this fantastic combination. 
However.
"What?! This is anchovies. They sent us the wrong one!"
"What? Barron! Did you not double check?"
"Of course, I did! With this nose!"
"What?"
"This gigantic nose has never failed me."
"…"
Anna glared at Barron, not having anything to say to him. It's been over 30 minutes since the pizza was delivered, so there was no way to ask for an exchange. 
"Pft... hahahaha!"
As we all burst out into laughter, not caring about anything else, we poured ourselves drinks and enjoyed the anchovies and pineapple pizza anyway.
A good day came to an end for me.

A South Korean high school graduate moves to the United States with ambitions of becoming a professional basketball player. Follow along in his adventure as he grows not only as a player, but as an adolescent into an adult. See how he faces  challenges that comes from racial difference, language barriers, and struggles involving what it means to be part of a basketball team.

With a pleasant mixture of fictitious characters along with real life figures, high schools, Universities and basketball teams, this is one adventure you don't want miss!

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