Rebirth in hollywood will use his knowledge of the future to be the king of hollywood.

`` translated chinese novel``

some words may be wrong i don't speak chinese i'm using google translator.

I have no obligation to translate everything very well, I am not being paid for it.

I can read even with this problem


In the morning, Zhang Zian opened his eyes and glanced around the bedroom as usual. The elfins were sleeping. He turned over and had planned to get more sleep. It was early, and dark and cold outside. A strong wind was blowing. 
But after lying for a while, he fully woke up. Something was wrong. After careful thinking, it seemed that Pi was missing.　
He sat up in bed, and searched carefully with the night lamp of Famous. The chair given to Pi as a temporary bed was empty. Pi was gone.
Did it go to the bathroom?　　
Zhang Zian turned his head, but didn't see any light beneath the bathroom door. So it was not in the bathroom. He hit his head. Pi was an imaginative elfin, why would it need a bathroom? He must have been confused after sleeping.　 
Tap, Tap, Tap!　　
A slight keyboard tapping sound came from the living room. Zhang Zian put on a jacket, passed by the sleeping and kicking Famous, walked over quietly, and saw the back of Pi.　　
It sat on the floor in front of the coffee table. The light from the laptop screen drew out its fuzzy shape. The nameless book was next to the laptop.　　
Pi was short. It was not comfortable after using the computer on the couch for a long time, so it crossed its legs and sat on the floor. Luckily, there was a carpet near the coffee table and the floor was not too cold.　　
A new Word document was created on the computer, with lines and lines of numbers. Needless to say, it was good old Pi. Mixed in with the numbers were some meaningless English letters. Maybe it was practicing how to type. 　 
The pince-nez was clipped on its nose, and the light from the screen was reflected on the thin lenses. Looking from one side, the lenses seemed to be without power, as there were no circles of the prescription lenses.　　
Pi was a slow typist. Sometimes it couldn't remember the location of a certain key, and its finger stayed above the keyboard for a long time. Even so, it didn't use two fingers to make the typing easier. In order not to disturb the elfins' sleep, Pi was gentle in every movement on purpose.　　


After hearing Zhang Zian's footsteps, it turned its head and grinned at him silently.　　
Zhang Zian pointed at the desk, then picked up the laptop and put it on the desk. He then adjusted the chair to the maximum height, and added a cushion. He asked Pi to sit in the swivel chair, then took another chair next to it for himself.　
The height was perfect. Pi was sitting in it comfortably. It pointed at the screen to show something to Zhang Zian. It typed in English: "I want to learn Chinese."　　
This line of English words were typed among a string of numbers. Yet compared to the time at the library, the numbers were much fewer. Although it was still awkward to read, it was less tiresome for the eyes.　　
Learning Chinese?　　
Zhang Zian stopped for a moment, extended his arms, and replied by typing in English: "Why?"　　
Pi clearly wanted to learn to type in Chinese.  It was much harder than speaking and reading Chinese. For a westerner, switching from an alphabetical Indo-European language to a pictograph Sino-Tibetan language was extremely difficult to do.　 
Pi typed on the screen: "Because Chinese is everywhere."　　
It pointed to the functional buttons in Word, then at the variety of books on the desk. Both the words on the buttons and on the book ridges were Chinese, with very few in English.　　
If Pi wanted to live a long time in the pet shop, or in China, it would be very difficult and inconvenient if it didn't know Chinese at all.　　
Zhang Zian nodded and typed: "I get it. How do you plan to learn? Can you learn from your book?"　　
Pi shook its head and typed: "There is no Chinese in the book."　
Zhang Zian thought the book contained everything in the world. He was surprised to find out about this.　
Pi noticed Zhang Zian's confusion, then typed: "The book is full of knowledge."　
All right. He finally knew something about this book. It was a book about life, universe and everything. But maybe it was written in English without any Chinese. So Pi couldn't use it as a textbook for Chinese. 

Zhang Zian thought about it and typed: "You don't know Chinese, but you can understand me talking?"　　
Pi responded: "I know Pinyin. I can hear."　
What the heck? The book had Pinyin but no Chinese characters?　　
Zhang Zian encouraged it: "If you know Pinyin, it will be fast to learn Chinese. I can help you."　　
Pi cheered up and typed: "Thank you. The book taught about how to learn Chinese fast."　　
Next, Zhang Zian found a lot of free Chinese lessons online, and asked Pi to study with the videos.　
Pi was very focused when studying. It could stare at the screen and sit in front of the computer for hours, while referring to the nameless book with the videos. Zhang Zian had to remind it to get up and move around. Only then it would stand up.　 
After the pet shop business, Zhang Zian played hide-and-seek with Galaxy, finished the daily training with Zhan Tian and Famous in the green field, and spent most of the remaining time with Pi, offering help. For instance, choosing an easy-to-use Chinese input software for it was how he helped. 　 
Maybe because it knew Pinyin already, or the learning methods in the nameless book were very effective, or the Chinese input software was intelligent, that a sentence could be accurately entered by typing the first letter of each word. Or maybe it was because Pi was an elfin born of Strength of Faith. It was impossible to predict it with common sense. Anyway, Pi was learning Chinese extremely fast and progressing at a miraculous speed. It was able to type some simple Chinese sentences within a day. By the second day, it was able to express itself in Chinese, although there were numbers and wrong characters mixed in the sentences, and some grammatical errors that would make people laugh. But it was making solid progress. 
The grammatical issues were hard to solve, as the Chinese grammar was too complicated. When the same word was placed in different places within a sentence, the meaning of the entire sentence could be completely different. Also, identical sentences could have completely different meanings depending on the context. 　 
Zhang Zian found some old newspapers for Pi and asked it to type out the news from them. The newspaper wording was very formal, clear and coherent. After mastering the written language, it would not be too hard to study the spoken language then.　　

Pi was tireless once it started studying. It could not leave the pet shop, and Zhang Zian was the only person it had contact with. Unfortunately, Zhang Zian often needed to tend to the customers during the day, and could not stay around it all the time.　　
When learning a language, the most important thing was to immerse oneself in the language through the daily conversations and interactions. Unlike the other elfins, Pi could not speak, and nobody else was able to communicate with it except Zhang Zian. Pi's progress in learning Chinese soon hit a bottleneck. For the same reason, Pi felt lonely, and often appeared low-spirited.　 
Zhang Zian noticed the same. But he couldn't duplicate himself. He had to handle the customers as well the elfins, which didn't leave him much time with Pi.　
He wanted to find a way to make Pi less lonely.　　



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

It should be forbidden to mock anyone who ventures into a foreign language. One morning, as I left the subway by mistake in a blue station just like her, with a name similar to her station, I made a call from the street.

"I'm almost there," I said.

I suspected at the same time that I had spoken nonsense because the teacher asked me to repeat the sentence.

"I'm almost there..." there was probably some problem with the word almost. But instead of pointing out my mistake, she made me repeat it, repeat it, repeat it, then burst into laughter that made me turn off the phone. When she saw me at her door, she had a fresh fit of laughter, and the more she choke back a laugh, the more her body trembled trying to hold back.

She said, at last, that she had understood that I would come gradually, first the nose, then an ear, then a knee, and the joke was not all that funny.

This was so true, that Yue was a little sad afterwards, and without knowing how to apologize, she brushed my trembling lips with her fingertips. Today, however, I can say that I speak Chinese perfectly, or almost. When at night I begin to murmur alone, the suspicion of a very slight accent here and there greatly afflicts me. In the environments I frequent, where I speak out on national themes, I use rare verbs and correct educated people, a sudden strange accent would be disastrous.

To get the schism out, I can only appeal to Yue, who is not very reliable either; in order to hold me there eating in her hand, as she may wish, will always deny me the last crumb. Still, I ask her in secret: Do I lose my accent? Spike, she answers little by little, first her nose, then an ear... and she dies of laughing, then she repents, puts her hands around my neck and so on.

I went to Shanghai with an unexpected landing when I flew from Kuala Lumpur to Seoul as a connection to São Paulo. The company offered an overnight stay at an airport hotel, and only in the morning would inform us that the technical problem, responsible for that scale, was an anonymous bomb complaint on board. However, peering over the midnight newscast, I had been intrigued by the Malaysian company's plane standing at the local airport runway.

I increased the volume, but the locution was in Chinese, the only language in the world which, according to bad tongues, you need to live two lives to learn. I turned off the TV, in São Paulo it was seven in the evening, a good time to call home; answered by the answering machine, I did not leave a message, nor would it make sense to say: hi, honey! it's me, I'm in Shanghai, there's a bomb on the plane, a kiss. I should be sleepy, but I was not, so I filled the tub, spread bath salts in the warm water, and distracted myself for a while with amassing foams. I was in it when, zil, they rang the bell, I still remembered that bell in Turkish is zil. Curled up in the towel, I answered the door and bumped an old man in a hotel uniform, a disposable razor in my hand. He had missed the door, and when he saw me he emitted a guttural "o", like one from a deaf-mute. I went back to the bathroom, and then I found it weird a luxury hotel to employ a deaf-mute as a messenger. But I was with zil in my head, that's a good word, zil, much better than bell or campanhia. I would soon forget it, as I had forgotten the haiku decorated in Japan, the Arabic proverbs, the Otchi Tchiornie who sang in Russian, from each country I thus take the language as a souvenir, a volatile souvenir. I have this childish ear that picks up and spreads the tongues easily, if I persevered I could learn Greek, Korean, even Basque. But Chinese, I had never dreamed of learning.

It was past a time when I went to bed naked, I turned on the TV, and the same woman from midnight, a blonde with a heavy makeup, presented a rerun of the previous newspaper. I realized it was a reprise because I had noticed the broad-faced peasant who stared at the camera with her eyes bent, wielding a cabbage the size of her head. She was shaking her head and cabbage up and down at the same time, and she spoke without a break to the reporter. And she would dig her fingers through the cabbage, and she would cry, and her voice would shriek, and her face would grow redder and swollen, and she would burrow ten fingers into the cabbage, and now my shoulders would tighten, but not from what I saw. I needed to capture at least one word. Word? Without the slightest notion of the aspect, the structure, the body of words, I had no way of knowing where each word began or how far it was going.

It was impossible to detach a word from the other, it would be like trying to cut a river with a knife. To my ears, the Chinese might be a tongue without any splendour, not made up of words, but made known only in its entirety. And the plane reappeared on the runway in a distant, dark, static image that emphasized, even more, the male voice of the voiceover. The news of the plane did not matter to me any more, the mystery of the aeroplane was obscured by the mystery of the language that gave the news.

I was listening to those amalgamated sounds when I suddenly detected the clandestine word, Malaysia Airlines.

Yes, Malaysia Airlines, surely the announcer had let it escape, the English word infiltrating the wall of Chinese words, the loophole that would allow me to unlock all the vocabulary. The newspaper was followed by a roundtable whose participants seemed to misunderstand, then a documentary on the seabed with transparent fish, and at two o'clock returned to my makeup friend, who was ageing every hour.

Meteorology, Parliament, stock exchange, students on the street, shopping mall, peasant with cabbage, my plane, and I already risked reproducing some phonemes from Malaysia Airlines. There came a girl in a red shawl and black bun threatened to speak Spanish, changed the channel in a jump-scare. I fell on a channel in English, one more, another in English, a German channel, an Italian, and back to the interview with the Andalusian dancer.

I muted the television and looked at the subtitles, and looking at Chinese words for the first time, I had the impression of seeing their skeletons.

At six in the morning, when the alarm rang, I was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Soon I would recite in unison with the announcer the news of the aeroplane, a good twenty seconds of Chinese. As it was, I dressed in disgust the clothes of the day before, because they had only released the carry-on luggage, and I went down to the lobby, which was a Babylon. The more the various languages went, the more the protests against terrorism, the airline, and the extras charged by the hotel were exalted. The voices only settled when the restaurant was opened for the free breakfast, but then the damage was done. I tried to get my Chinese words in my head and only found Malaysia Airlines.

I still tried to concentrate, looked at the floor, walked from here to here, and nothing. In the back of the room I saw a wheel of talking waiters, and I thought I could at least trace some words from them. But when they noticed me, they were abruptly silent and told me to sit down with three big slim-faced men on a table full of crumbs, fruit peels, cheese peels, and four more yoghurt glasses scraped. There remained untouched in the basket of bread a similar reddish-coloured broccoli, certainly a native speciality, which I have tried with caution and education. The dough was light, with a sweet taste that left a bitter memory with time. I ate the first, the second, I ended up eating all four because I was hungry, and it was not all bad if swallowed with tea. It was a pumpkin bread, as the maître said in English, but I did not want the broa's recipe, I wanted to taste how it sounds in Chinese.

"In Chinese," I insisted.

I suspected that they were jealous of their language since the maître was non-plussed. He made a guttural "o", poured a bunch of broccoli on my plate, rejected by the neighbouring tables, and clapped his hands to hurry me, making me see that the restaurant was empty. In the lobby, a stewardess with a list and a walkie-talkie in her hand screamed Mister Silva! Mister Silva!, and I was the last one to join the legion that was strangling on the conveyor belt ten meters from the hotel door.

We slip to the boarding gate through a long, sparkling free territory, a country of no language, a country of figures, icons and logos. In the Federal Police, a moustachioed official leafed lazily through each passport, which he returned without stamping. He drained away my hope that I would hear the ultimate voice of a Chinese, there was not a good morning out of his mouth, a thank you, a good journey, much less a come again. Who knows, as compensation, as I settled into the business-class armchair, the taste of pumpkin bread returned to my tongue, and now it was sweet again. I tightened my seatbelt, closed my eyes, I thought I was not going to sleep anymore, so I took a sleeping pill, and the plane took off. I reached the window, it was all cloudy, the pill was working. When it opened a hole in the clouds, it seemed to me that we were flying over Shanghai, cut by a river. The Yangtze, I thought, was the Yangtze but it was not blue, it was yellow, the city was yellow, the roofs, the asphalt, Funny that, a yellow city, I thought Shanghai was grey, but Shanghai was yellow.

Breno Silva has just attended the Anonymous Writers Congress in Kuala Lumpur and is on his way back to São Paulo when a bomb scare on his Malaysia Airlines flight forces him to spend a night in Shanghai.
Fascinated by the Chinese language - he is after all a ghost writer by trade and a man who lives by language - he spends the night watching television, trying to pick out words. In charting Breno's life we enter a storytelling labyrinth, as his myth-making, love-making and essays into another culture become mired in the world where celebrities make reputations and fortunes from the writing of others, and where the reader is not sure what language, or what reality, is being offered.

"I'm looking forward to it," Lloyd spoke with a westerner's politeness and heaped on a smile as the top surgeon of the Anderson Cancer Center in response to Ling Ran's smile.
When such a handsome man smiled at him, what else could he do other than return the smile? Drop to his knees?
Boyle's mood was a little off. On the one hand, his colleague had been cured, and he had seen a surgery far beyond his own level, so he should have been happy. But on the other hand, he felt that Ling Ran was such a handsome and excellent doctor that he did not fit into Boyle's principles, which was really unpleasant. However, when he saw Ling Ran's infectious smile, Boyle obediently smiled back.
It was a habit deeply embedded in his life. In school, when a tall, handsome, and popular boy smiled at him, he would smile back to avoid getting his knees broken.
Ling Ran nodded again in a general direction. Then, he entered the operating theater to wash his hands.
For him, knee arthroscopic meniscoplasty surgeries were less complicated than debridement surgeries. Even for athlete-centric surgeries, there was not much additional burden on Ling Ran. Performing surgeries meant constant improvement to him. To operate on ordinary people and athletes was nothing more than to change the risk preference during surgery. But in normal surgeries, risk preference did not always come up with an either-or option. If a choice had to be made, most people would make that choice before surgery, the same as how athletes usually chose the Zhu-Ling Achilles Repair Technique. 
Lloyd stared at Ling Ran, and he could not help but praise him. He then greeted Huo Congjun again before he followed the nurses to take Bowman all the way to the recovery room and back to the ward area.
Yun Hua Emergency Medical Center had special international wards. Since that was one of the key facilities for upgrading the Emergency Department to an Emergency Medical Center, Yun Hua Emergency Medical Center had received a large number of international friends. In total, they had now received one hundred and fifty of them. Even though they could not be mentioned in the same breath as the patients in the normal ward, the international patients were proof that Yun Hua Emergency Medical Center's services had reached the international stage. The emergence of those one hundred and fifty international patients had greatly improved Yun Hua Hospital's reputation. There was an increased budget and increased subsidies for Yun Hua Hospital because of it. 
Additionally, the international ward actually created additional benefits for Yun Hua Hospital. It was an international ward after all, and that meant it would not only accommodate foreigners, but also the Chinese. There were a lot of local people who would often ask their connections to help them get a stay in the international ward. On top of that, the patients who stayed in the international ward most frequently were those who covered their own expenses. 
For hospitals, they preferred patients who covered their own expenses than those covered by medical insurance because it saved them the trouble of checking with the medical insurance companies. Plus, their fees would not be limited by medical insurance control fees. For tertiary Grade A hospitals, most departments that used medical devices could easily exceed the medical insurance limit. Therefore, if they wanted to stay up late and work at full capacity, they needed a certain number of patients to cover their own expenses. 
Lloyd did not know Chinese. He only thought that the room and equipment in the international ward were acceptable, hence he did not comment on it a lot. He would not praise it too because there were wards in the United States with a daily hospitalization fee of more than $10,000, and there were also some free-of-charge clinics that were constantly crowded. Yun Hua Hospital's ward and equipment were pretty much normal and not up to par with the Anderson Cancer Center.
Not many nurses came to the ward, and they were always busy. The good thing was that some of them could speak English, and their attitude was amiable, which made Lloyd, as well as the others, feel at ease.
While the nurses provided exceptional care, night fell. 
Boyle looked at his watch, yawned, and said, "Bowman should thank us later by treating us to Las Vegas. I'm dying of exhaustion."
"Yeah, we should be going back to bed too." Lloyd was old, and as a result, he did not long for sleep so much. He put his hands into his pants pockets calmly and observed Ling Ran. He then imitated Ling Ran and sashayed out of the door in a manner that he thought was handsome. 
"Mister Lloyd," Lu Wenbin, who was carrying a semi-transparent airtight container, greeted Lloyd again. He spoke in English, "Didn't you want to see the hepatectomy? Are you going there now?"
"Now?" Lloyd looked at the sky outside. Dawn was about to break.
Lu Wenbin naturally complained in Chinese, "The best time to perform hepatectomy is at night. Critical patients and their families won't be picky with the surgery time. They'd be patient, and as long as the surgery goes well, they're willing to get up at one or three in the morning. Unlike the family members of the patient who's undergoing arthroscopic surgeries, they are often so picky…"
"I didn't understand what you said." Lloyd looked to the left and right. There was no interpreter around. The interpreter was already very sleepy and wanted to get some sleep. Lloyd was not the devil, he could not let others follow him around for twenty-four hours.
"Yes," Lu Wenbin replied in English. 
Lloyd looked at Lu Wenbin skeptically and said, "You just said a lot. Although it's Chinese, I think it's not just 'yes'..."
"The summary for that is 'Yes'," Lu Wenbin replied cheerfully and continued to speak in Chinese, "It seems that you really don't know Chinese. Ahh, you foreigners get it easy. You guys just have to learn your mother tongue, and you can be awesome all you want. When we organize international conferences, we all have to speak in English. In the end, other people get up at four o'clock to learn English, yet they'd be criticized by all of you for not being accurate. Seriously, isn't it enough if you can just understand…"
"What did you say?" Lloyd scratched his ears and could not understand what Lu Wenbin was saying. It really worried him.
Lu Wenbin smiled. "Are you hungry? Do you eat pig's trotters?"
Lloyd took a deep breath. "It looked like you said a lot…"
"Yes, do you eat pig's trotters?" Lu Wenbin asked again. 
Lloyd and Boyle hesitated for a moment. They both had doubts about pig's trotters.
"Boneless pig's trotters. It's a new product," Lu Wenbin explained in English, then said in Chinese, "You guys demand a lot even if it's just eating. I think you guys just have it a little too good. People in third world countries are still starving while you guys waste food all day long. After that, you pretend to do charity and donate some food…"
Lloyd was shaken by the number of Chinese words that were being dished out like a machine gun. Finally, he waved his hand and said, "Doctor Lu, let's go back to the surgery. Is hepatectomy arranged among the scheduled surgeries? Why should the surgery be scheduled at this time?"
"Doctor Ling loves it," Lu Wenbin was straightforward and replied in English this time. 
"Oh," Lloyd said, indicating that he understood. He could not help but smile. "A surgeon's quirk."
"Yeah. Are you coming?" Lu Wenbin's eyes sparkled as if he wanted to figure out the limits of a foreign doctor's mental strength. 
His gaze made Llyod realize something. 
Lloyd suddenly smiled. "I'm fine with going. In the Anderson Cancer Center, I often do thirty hours of surgery. By the way, I noticed that you haven't rested all day. Will you be okay? Don't let that affect the outcome of the surgery."
"No, it won't. The assistants constantly change."
"What about Doctor Ling, the chief surgeon?"
Lu Wenbin smiled. "As for Doctor Ling, you'll know when you meet him."


Ling Ran, a med school senior, begins to see the world like a game UI. He uses it to pave his way towards graduation, a residency, becoming the greatest doctor in the world... And finally getting a Transformer from his newbie packs? Maybe. We don't know yet.

Although Old Mr. Wen found it a pity that such an expensive vase had been broken, he did not say anything else. However, he gave Old Mrs. Wen a lashing for taking matters into her own hands and giving Mo Yunyao's belonging to Xia Ruya.
Old Mrs. Wen did not defend herself since she knew that she was at fault.
Wen Xinya still remembered the expression on Xia Ruya's face. It was as if web-like structures and cracks began to form in a mirror. She looked extremely hideous, grotesque and awful… 
Wen Xinya felt that it was not that unbearable to live under the same roof as Xia Ruya.
She was no longer the angst and easily-agitated Wen Xinya that she used to be in her previous lifetime. Xia Ruya's scheming tricks and attempts to provoke her were not going to pose a threat to her.
Wen Xinya had been in high spirits lately and passed her tests with flying colors, thus giving her lots of confidence for the upcoming final year examinations. She did not have to worry about the preparations for her coming-of-age ceremony either. Thanks to her competent subordinates, her career had been going on rather successfully too. Hence, she decided to use her spare time to pick up Russian. Not only did she enroll herself into Russian tuition classes, but she had also even downloaded Russian songs on her mobile phone. She also began watching Russian movies which depicted World War II, instead of her favorite Chinese historical television dramas.
Wen Xinya sat on the carpet and munched on some snacks while watching an old Russian Movie. She kept her eyes fixed on the Chinese subtitles while trying to learn how to pronounce Russian words.
"Are you learning Russian?" Si Yiyan asked, listening to her mimic the Russian actors like a parrot. He was incredibly amused by her, too distracted to even read his documents.
Wen Xinya threw her Russian beginner's textbook aside and groused angrily. "I'm not going to learn anymore. I don't want to learn anymore. Russian is way too difficult and the pronunciation is too complicated."
Although she had good memory skills and could memorize everything easily within a short amount of time, she lacked talent in picking up new languages. During her English lessons, she did better in theoretical knowledge compared to dictation. Fortunately, dictation only made up 20% of the total score of the English paper of her examination. Otherwise, her final grades would definitely be pulled down by the English subject.
In her previous lifetime, she was not fluent in English at all.
Hence, she decided to blame it on the complicated theory of genetics and never once admitted that it was a problem of hers.
After all, her mother still had to bring a translator along when she went to England for an interview with a fashion magazine, despite being intelligent and brainy. On the other hand, her respectable maternal grandfather would also frown at the sight of English books.
Si Yiyan smiled alluringly and said, "Forget it if you don't wish to learn any more then. However, it takes a lot of time and energy to pick up a new language, regardless of what it may be."
Although he could guess how frustrated she was with learning Russian… he was too embarrassed to tell her that talent was of the utmost importance when picking up a new language.
"I was just picking it up casually. I'll learn whatever I can," said Wen Xinya, who then picked up the textbook again. Russian could be considered Si Yiyan's second mother tongue which he would speak in almost all the time, except when he was with Wen Xinya. Hence, she wanted to master the Russian language and understand his world.
However, Si Yiyan understood what her intentions were and grabbed the textbook from her hands. After browsing through it casually, he threw it into the rubbish bin and said, "Such a lousy Russian textbook. It's not going to help you learn Russian at all."
Wen Xinya's eyes lit up and she thought to herself, So I've been failing to learn the basic pronunciations even after trying for several days, because of how lousy the textbook is and not because of my lack of talent. 
Si Yiyan pulled her into his arms and said smilingly, "There's an easier way for you to learn Russian!"
Wen Xinya held Si Yiyan's hand and said, "What is it? Hurry and tell me. It's too difficult to learn Russian. The pronunciations are too complicated."
Si Yiyan smiled mysteriously and said, "Right before you!"
"Are you going to teach me?" asked Wen Xinya, who realized that Russian was Si Yiyan's second mother tongue and hence, he would definitely be proficient in it.
Si Yiyan kissed her lips gently and said, "Of course I can teach you, but not for free…" He then continued suggestively, "I'm taking into account our relationship, so I'll make an exception this time and let you make up for it with your body. Once every lesson…"
Wen Xinya blushed red and glared at him before caving in to his intense gaze. "Si Yiyan, you're too despicable. Shameless, gangster, lecher! You're full of lustful thoughts. If I…" She lowered her voice and continued, "If I still can't master Russian even after having paid for my school fees, wouldn't I be at a loss?"
She had no confident in herself at all.
Si Yiyan grinned widely and said, "If you can't learn it well, I'll return it to you. Twice… every lesson!"
Wen Xinya's eyes widened in shock and she glared at him again. "You… you're too shameless!"
Si Yiyan chuckled and said, "So… do you want to learn from me or not? This is an extremely rare opportunity. Although I can't guarantee that you'll be able to make it your second Mother tongue, it won't be a problem for you to speak it well."
Wen Xinya glared at Si Yiyan and turned as pale as a tomato. Gritting her teeth, she gave in to temptation and answered, "Fine, I'll learn. What's there to be afraid of?"
She suddenly realized that she would be his after she turned eighteen. It wouldn't matter how many times they did it then… 
Finding her actions to be extremely adorable, a warm and fuzzy feeling filled Si Yiyan's heart and he said, "We'll start now then!"
"Wait a minute!" Wen Xinya sprung up from the carpet and grabbed her bag that was sitting on the couch. She then retrieved a journal and pen that she would often bring around with her.
Si Yiyan stared at the journal and pen in her hands.
Wen Xinya made a stroke on the journal and said, "I must take notes, lest you go back on your word and abuse your authority."
She could not help but be reminded of the time when Si Yiyan brought her to an auction on a cruise in Nantong. She had gambled with Si Yiyan then and made a huge loss. She still owed Si Yiyan a lot.
"Baby, you're too lovable." Si Yiyan then pinned Wen Xinya beneath him and began smooching her passionately.


Originally born from a wealthy family, she ends up leading a vagrant life for fifteen years. However, when she is eventually found by her family, she falls into another devious plot and eventually dies tragically. 

Fifteen years after her rebirth, ravenously raging for revenge, she tears down the hypocritical mask of the foster daughter who had taken her place, and reduces her greedy stepmother and stepsister back to their original sorry states. 

To the jerk's profession of his deep love for her, she only has one thing to say, "Get the hell out of my life. The love you speak of humiliates love!" 

Regardless of the appearances of you monsters, I’ll take in it my stride with my capability, building a business dynasty of my own, sitting in the depths of my riches, bathing in the glistening limelight of the world. 

A certain rich empire's CEO: "Don't mind me. I'm just leaving my mark here to declaring my possession rights; I’ll wait patiently for you to grow up!" The queen's mighty return with commercial warfare fully within her grasp, she navigates the power struggles with skill and verve. When it comes to scheming conspiracies, all she has to say is, "Who are you again? Don’t even bother!"

"Granny, we're here."
Ethan opened the door and immediately hugged the old hunched woman with a cane and thick glasses. Ethan was fat and at least three times the size of the woman.
"D*mmit, did you drink before coming here? Let go… The smell is getting to me." The old woman looked to Chen Zhao, standing behind Ethan. "You didn't tell me that you'll bring a handsome boy here. I didn't even dress up."
"Ethan, you didn't tell me we're meeting such a beautiful woman either."
"Lad, I like you. What's your name?"
"Just call me Chen. Do I have the honor of knowing your name?"
"You can call me Wright, or you can call me Granny like Ethan does too."
"It's hard to believe that you're Ethan's grandmother. How about I just call you Wright?"
Chen Zhao hugged the old woman, their faces pressing against each other. Ethan offered up the flowers.
"This is for you." Chen Zhao gave the tablet to the old woman.
"Thank you. It's just what I need. Lad, you really understand people. If I'm 60 years younger—no, 50 years younger, I'll definitely flirt with you crazily."
"It's not too late yet."
"I paid for that," Ethan added. "Granny, you should compliment me."
A 50-year-old man was shameless enough to fight with Chen Zhao for compliments.
"Come in, come in."
The home's interior design had a darker tone. All the furniture looked quite old, but they were all clean. The lighting was quite good too and wouldn't make them feel stuffy.
The old woman had already prepared some fruit. "Lad, are you Chinese?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
"I was once a professor at Nanjing University. During that time, I learned Chinese. 'Chen' is one of the most common surnames in China, but Chinese is the most complex language I've ever learned. I have a Chinese name too. Li Chuntian, or Spring Li."
"It's a beautiful name, both your birth name and your Chinese name."
"Ethan, learn from Chen. You don't know how to say nice things."
"I only speak the truth."
"Chen, what's your job? You aren't Ethan's lackey, right? This bastard is the worst of the worst."
Clearly, Wright knew some things about Ethan too and her impression of Ethan was stuck on that.
"I'm a doctor."
"You two sit. I'll go prepare lunch for you two."
"Granny, remember to make meat. Don't give me too many greens." Even a 50-year-old middle-aged man would act like a kid before his grandmother.
When Wright went into the kitchen, Ethan went to Chen Zhao's side. "So is my granny alright?"
"Not really."
"But she looks spirited."
"She's just pretending for us."
"Then what can we do? What's wrong with her?"
"It's just some conditions common for seniors. They're unavoidable. However, I saw her skin below her collar. There seems to be some spots."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Remind me when she comes out of the kitchen."
Chen Zhao walked to the shelf on the side and looked around. He saw the medicine there.
"How is it?"
"She might have cancer. I found some medicine used for suppressing cancer cells, but I can't be sure if it's malignant or benign. It might be in the lungs or stomach."
Cancer?! Ethan's expression turned serious. Even if he didn't have any medical knowledge, he still knew what cancer meant.
Wright was clearly excited because Ethan and Chen Zhao were here. The sumptuous lunch was practically a feast.
At a certain age, even hardened and independent women would start feeling lonely. Wright just didn't express it. She couldn't say it out loud, but she was clearly happy that the two were here.
When Ethan went to the bathroom, Wright smiled and said, "Chen, did Ethan bring you here to help diagnose me?"
"Wright, seeing how vibrant you are, I think Ethan did all this for nothing. But if you want coffee, you can call me. This is my number. I'll be at your beck and call."
"How did you meet Ethan?"
"I was a homeless stray until Ethan took me in and gave me a job."
"Watch him for me. He's not old now, but he still doesn't know how to take care of himself."
"I refuse. He even charges me a dollar for a hamburger."
"F*cker!" Ethan had come back out. "I charge you a dollar, but I have to give you can of soda. You know that a can costs more than a dollar."
"Since you're already not making money, you shouldn't take my money even more."
"In your dreams."
"Wright, do you see? You think I'll take care of a bastard like this?"
After lunch, the three chatted on the porch.
Chen Zhao and Wright teamed up to bully Ethan. Under Chen Zhao's urging, Wright revealed many embarrassing things about Ethan, which pissed him off. It was obvious that Wright was happy though.
Ethan had disappointed her before, but he was still her grandson.
The two didn't get up and bid farewell until three p.m.
Chen Zhao hugged Wright. "Wright, don't forget my number. I'd love to have a candlelit dinner with you."
"Of course, handsome boy."
After going downstairs, Ethan grew serious. "Have a plan?"
"Patience. I can't just require her to get a checkup, right? She clearly doesn't want you to worry."
"Then what should we do?"
"Get closer to her. I'll find some time to meet her again."
"Okay, God bless."
Chen Zhao could only say that he would try his best. It was cancer, after all.
"Is she still working?"
"She's a professor at UCLA and still insists on lecturing."
"What department?"
"Medical school."
"F*ck. You want an unlicensed doctor to treat a medical school professor? Are you sure I'm more skilled than her?"
"But you're the only doctor I know."
"I suddenly feel so much pressure. Can I reject this request?"
"Then you'll never get free hamburgers."
"You never gave me free ones before."
"You at least got free drinks."
"Fine, I'll try my best because of the free drinks… But Ethan, she should be clearer about her own body than anyone else. I'm afraid I can't do much."
"I know. Just try your best."


Chen Zhao can summon demons and see Death.

“Beelzebub, use your Gluttony ability to treat this patient’s anorexia.”

“Raymond, this old man wants to regain his manly function. You know what I mean.”

“Blackie, tell me honestly, when and how is this person going to die... What? You don’t know? You’re the Grim Reaper!”

“That lady wants bigger breasts, a prettier face, and a slimmer body. Wait... I don’t have any demons with these subordinate abilities yet. Seems like I need to make another trip to Hell.”"


When Xiao Luo stood up, Zhu Xiaofei and Ding Kai opened their eyes in astonishment, "Here it comes, indeed, Brother Luo wants to meet our class monitor, Ruoran, in a head-on confrontation."
It was already too late when they wanted to stop him. Xiao Luo stated his point in English in a generous manner, "I don't think that money is the root of all evil!!!"
Every word was resounding and powerful, ringing clearly in one's ears.
As soon as he said this, the classroom went silent.
All fifty to sixty students of the major looked at Xiao Luo with amazement.
One second...
Two seconds ...
Three seconds ...
Finally, the girl who had just stood up to argue in aid of Huang Ruoran said angrily, "Xiao Luo, just what do you want to do? Do you plan to oppose whatever the monitor says? Don't you know the limits of your abilities? "
Then, the other girls who had a good relationship with Huang Ruoran could not sit still any more and they made sarcastic remarks one after another.
"Who can't make contradictory remarks? I can even say said that the sun orbits around the earth."
"You're just speaking without thinking; convince us if you have the ability to do so."
"Xiao Luo, your character is so bad. Ruoran merely reprimanded you a little but you're holding a grudge?"
Not only did the girls with a good relationship with Huang Ruoran felt that Xiao Luo was of low moral character, at the moment, other girls also felt that he was pettier than a girl. An Huanhuan wanted to say something in defense of Xiao Luo, but ultimately did not speak.
Zhu Xiaofei slapped his forehead, "Oh no, Brother Luo has pissed everybody off!"
Ding Kai also smiled bitterly. They never thought that Xiao Luo was so fierce and unyielding that he actually dared to oppose Huang Ruoran, who was outstanding in all aspects.
Chu Yue and Bai Ling casted sympathetic looks at Xiao Luo.
"There's basically no loopholes in Ruoran's assertion. Really, this guy has the guts to say anything," Bai Ling sighed.
Chu Yue blinking her pretty eyes and said in disapproval, "I've said it before, he's a fellow that peddles vulgar claptrap to please the crowds. Let's see how he's going to put an end to this now."
Huang Ruoran looked at Xiao Luo in disgust; she did not say a word.
"Everyone be quiet!"
Tutor Zhong Meili silenced the entire classroom, then she looked at Xiao Luo with some expectation, "Xiao Luo, since you said that money is not the root of all evil, can you refute Ruoran's assertion?"
Xiao Luo was not being petty, he truly did not think that money was the root of all evil. In addition to that, since it was Huang Ruoran's point of view, he was very happy to turn it on its head.
He said neither hurriedly nor slowly, "I only have four questions. First, there are innumerable evil in the world. Can all the evil be explained solely by money? A robber may murder and commit arson for money, but is the domestic violence and child abuse of today, even genocide, all for money?
Second, the origins of money is actually very intricate and complex. We cannot classify it as a common root. Dictators may eliminate dissidents for money, but could they not do it for power or status? Thus, it can be seen that it is generalizing to treat money as the root of all evil.
Third, the philosopher Sartre had told us this - Man has free will and the right to choose. To blame all crimes on money because one must take all responsibility for his actions, isn't that a direct cover up for the role of one's free will?
Fourth, if money is the root of all evil, why would anyone use the root of all evil to do good? In the Great Sichuan Earthquake, the entire Chinese nation was united in their hearts. Many successful people contributed generously by donating emergency relief money to the disaster area. If money really is the root of all evil, how did this root of all evil produce such good deeds as a result? "
Xiao Luo also restated his assertion in Chinese after speaking.
As soon as his voice fell, the entire classroom was quiet again, not a single voice can be heard. It was so quiet one could hear a pin drop.
Everyone could not believe it. Xiao Luo actually refuted Huang Ruoran's statement. He did not speak without thought and it was not a mess of words. Every word was beautiful and forceful; the four questions were like four heavy punches that instantly crushed and shattered the viewpoint that money was the root of all evil. The logic was so strong, one could not help but be wowed.
The few girls who stood up for Huang Ruoran and made sarcastic remarks were so astounded they turned pale. They never expected Xiao Luo to be able to list four questions, moreover, they could not find any words to effectively refute his points.
"This guy is competent, it's really surprising." Chu Yue was flabbergasted.
"Yeah, not only is his spoken English very strong, his eloquence is in a league of its own. He's equally matched with Ruoran. It seems that this will be an exciting battle," Bai Ling said in surprise.
Zhu Xiaofei and Ding Kai were dumbfounded, they looked at Xiao Luo with admiration. It was a long time before Zhu Xiaofei reacted, he slapped his thigh, "Holy sh*t! How is Brother Luo's brain so good? This is too powerful! "
Tutor Zhong Meili looked at Xiao Luo with new respect. She found out that this new student Xiao Luo was not like the two guys, Zhu Xiaofei and Ding Kai, who ignorant, incompetent and unmotivated slackers passing their days in a muddle-headed way.
At this time, Huang Ruoran stood up and sneered: "Your four questions are indeed good, but unfortunately the premise is all wrong. In the Cihai Dictionary, the word "wan" has never meant "all". Let me give an example, when we say that a person has gone through all kinds of hardships, does it mean that he really has experienced all the hardships? This is obviously not the case.
'Wan' means 'all'? Of course not. 'Money is the root of all evils' means that money can produce a great number of evil deeds, the variety of evil deeds are also complicated. This has long been proven by history.
When the Roman Empire was dominating its region, conquest brought glory to the empire, it also brought a steady stream of wealth. But soon, the simple and honest Romans fell on their knees to worship money as they indulged in the wantonness of their sensual and luxurious pleasures. The Roman Empire collapsed in this decay and degeneration.
In the Middle Ages, Catholics once took pride in their clean and honest living, but the charm of money finally broke through where their moral and religious beliefs were stationed. For money, Pope John the twenty-second, openly labelled the crimes in the world with a monetary value. One could be exempt from punishment as long as one paid the price of three gold coins. For five gold coins, one who committed rape and adultery can sit back and relax. Even if one murdered someone, with only seven or eight gold coins, one could have the guarantee that their soul will go to heaven.
When even an ancient civilization that has existed for thousands of years has been deeply corrupted by money, can't it be said that money is the root of all evil? There is an old Chinese saying, 'Learn from history and you will know the rise and fall of a kingdom'. Money has given birth to so many evil. If money is not the root of all evil, then what is? "
Huang Ruoran's words were like bombs that exploded in everyone's mind.
Everyone originally thought that Xiao Luo's four questions had created a deadlock, but by merely quoting the interpretation of the word "Wan" in the Cihai Dicitonary, Huang Ruoran managed to overthrew Xiao Luo's four questions based on the premise. Everyone was thoroughly bowled over by Huang Ruoran's eloquence and her extremely wide knowledge.
This was the power of language. Everyone suddenly felt that Huang Ruoran's silhouette was incomparably tall.


Xiao Luo and his girlfriend had been in love with each other for four years when she proposed a break up. Because of this, Xiao Luo sped his car in the night and ended up in a car accident. But it was a blessing in disguise as he unexpectedly fused with a high tech system that originated from a universe hundreds of billions of light years away. From this moment on, the entire world started to run amok.....

Fang Ning had just said goodbye to the River God of Sky River when Ren Ruofeng arrived right after.
"Venerable One, how have you been?" Ren Ruofeng tried to strike up a conversation.
"Urm, not too bad. I've gotten rid of two annoying people. The world would be able to rest for a while," Fang Ning said as if trying to point out something.
"Oh…" Ren Ruofeng suddenly connected the dots. He remembered a previous report regarding the sudden disappearance of two Upper Realm gods.
Hearing this, he realized that the Venerable One had secretly used his Celestial Aura to get rid of them.
If he did not mention it, Ren Ruofeng would still be in the dark about the matter.
It was unexpected of the Venerable One be so low profile about it… Ren Ruofeng was not used to this.
He immediately gave praise, "Thank you, Venerable One, for taking the trouble with this. Without those two watching over our shoulders, we can finally have some free hand in dealing with certain matters."
"Just as well. It's just a small matter," Fang Ning would definitely not let him know that it was someone else who had dealt with them. That someone would not be advertising his deeds anyway. He was, after all, now a monk who does not care about fame and fortune…
Ren Ruofeng secretly took note of this matter and continued, "Oh, I'm actually here to make a request to the Venerable One."
"Feel free to speak," Fang Ning had more or less guessed what it was.
"When Elder River God returned, he had mentioned the clan of the magnetic men. I was thinking that their talent and capabilities would be able to solve the issue of resources on Earth and help get the controlled nuclear fusion into the commercialization stage," Ren Ruofeng made no attempts to hide his thoughts.
Fang Ning was surprised. He had previously witnessed the giant elephant magnetic man rub a small fireball into a big one, which gave him inspiration that now resurfaced. He immediately replied, "Great minds do think alike. I have already been among them for a week to do research. The strongest among them are able to create very high temperatures. I have seen them rub their hands to create fireballs, which gave me an idea. One of their strongest was the emperor of the magnetic men, who covered the entire planet. It was highly possible that it could create the high temperature of fusion energy."
"Mr. Rich Boss, stop pretending. You've never thought about this before," Sir System had no trouble poking through his lie.
"…" Fang Ning was speechless. He could deny the words of others, but he could not hide from this second-rate good's constant sweep on his surface thoughts.
"What do you know? One cannot pretend when it comes to matters of the educated. I do have a thought about this, but it's hidden deep in my subconscious and has yet to surface on the conscious level… You won't understand what I'm saying anyway, so please just shut up," he obstinately pushed back on Sir System's honest words.
"I do really don't understand this. Looks like I would need to try scanning your subconscious in the future to find out if it's true," Sir System was muddled.
"Don't you dare. You'll torture me into getting schizophrenia. I'm different from you. You can divide yourself into 13 system threads. I'm pretty sure I don't have that skill," Fang Ning was quick to stop this explorer's spirit of Sir System.
Ren Ruofeng was relieved at the words and immediately said, "If that's the case, we should work together with this emperor of the magnetic men. If we could duplicate it or research a thing or two from him, it could help our scientists to solve many problems."
"Working together might not be a possibility, these magnetic mens' society is a very dark one…" Fang Ning then told Ren Ruofeng of his experiences with them.
Ren Ruofeng went silent for a long time after listening to him.
Sir System took the chance to say, "Mr. Rich Boss, you really do not know how to be flexible. If we can't work together, we can bully and oppress it."
Fang Ning did not know what to say, "Is this something a hero system should say? This is the mindset of a landlord that comes from old money."
"Urm, what I'm trying to say is that we will be battling it sooner or later. By that time, it would definitely use the huge fireball. We can videotape the fight and pass it over to those scientists. They might figure out how to duplicate its function," Sir System quickly explained.
"Hmm, this might actually work. We won't be able to beat it and it won't be able to beat us, but we could force it to show his hands. Would the scientists be able to figure out anything with only video clips?" Fang Ning at first nodded at the plan but later shook his head at the latter thought.
"It won't have a better hand anyway. Let's try it out first. It would be better than not doing anything. Didn't we manage to capture that giant elephant magnetic man? We can combine those videos and let those scientists interview that guy. We won't understand anything anyway," Sir System asserted.
Fang Ning was resigned and told Ren Ruofeng this thought.
"This sounds good. Thank you, Venerable One, for putting in so much effort. Do you want to make any requests?" Ren Ruofeng nodded as he said.
"Nothing much. I have a few realms that have trouble with the issue of energy. If this controllable nuclear fusion is workable, I'd like a few to be installed in those realms," Fang Ning thought of the few big problems mentioned in the year-end reports and said smoothly.
"That would be of course. Once we grasp the technique, we will install it for the Venerable One's use first," Ren Ruofeng immediately agreed.
…
Ten days later at the Truth Department Headquarters.
A group of professional scientists and their students were watching a valuable video clip of a battle.
The battle happened on a gaseous planet.
The clip's opening had a thousand feet giant dragon appearing. It was lucky that this battle did not happen in the skies as the sound effects were rather good.
Within the BGM, the Azure Dragon's sonorous roar could be heard echoing throughout the greyish-white atmosphere of the gaseous planet.
"Fake emperor of the magnetic men! As the leader of the clan, you do not think about being at one with your people. Instead, you chose to bully and oppress them, even making a meal out of your own clan members. The heavens will not permit this terrible sin! Today, I will judge you by your acts and sentence you accordingly!"
Not long after, the wind rose and the clouds gathered on the planet, waves billowed, and blasts of the wind could be felt building up all around.
"Hmph, so you are the culprit behind all this, tempting those ragtag people into escaping. Good, let's just see how capable this is loach who dares to behave atrociously in this land!" a cold, cruel voice could be heard within the billowing winds.
Some had started whispering among themselves at this point.
"This alien can actually speak Chinese?"
"This isn't that strange because the Venerable Dragon God has been in contact with them for quite a while. The amazing part is their strong learning capabilities. The Venerable Dragon God has been in contact with them for only a month and this so-called emperor of the magnetic men has already grasped our Chinese language so fluently. Many other countries are of the opinion that the Chinese language is difficult to learn. Those little countries that had abandoned the Chinese language as recorded in their histories and have chosen to pick up the alphabet instead have this consideration as well," a knowledgeable professor explained immediately.
The others were convinced by him and nodded in agreement. The expert was indeed sharp and gave an explanation to the matter at one go.
Later on, the giant dragon started a battle that no one watching it could understand with an unseen enemy.
One minute, there were huge, monstrous waves. The next minute, there was flaming fire dancing around. Suddenly, there would be sword energy dominating the surroundings, and next, ice and snow covered the earth.
"That's strange. Looks like Sir Dragon God is the only one combating. That so-called emperor does not seem to be making any attack," someone could not help but comment.
"Quiet. Naturally, none of you would understand what is going on. That emperor of the magnetic men is using a magnetic field attack that can't be seen by the naked eye. In reality, it is very dangerous. The most formidable weapon of men would immediately turn into scrap metal in front of it," a member of the Truth Department said as he tried to maintain order.
Soon, the battle reached a point that was understandable to these experts and students.
The Azure Dragon was seen rushing downwards as if attempting to break into the core of the planet to attack the emperor of the magnetic men.
At this moment, the winds billowed, and a few different looking flames violently exploded!
The entire recording of the video was filled up with a bright, white light.
"It's the ray of the sun!" Someone immediately recognized it.
"The temperature must be tens of millions of degrees… No matter how strong the Azure Dragon is, can his mysterious power fight against such high temperatures?" Someone asked worriedly.
Although they were aware that if the recording was in their hands, it meant that nothing bad happened. However, at this moment, they were invested in the battle and had subconsciously treated the battle as in real time.
The bright white light continued on-screen as if it had no plans of disappearing.
After three minutes, everyone saw the Azure Dragon fly out of the planet without a scratch.
"He is indeed formidable. Even such a high temperature is unable to do anything to the Dragon God…" Many had started to feel relieved and could not help but gave out a laugh as they looked at each other.
"Can anyone spot anything by watching this valuable video material? Are you able to understand how this magnetic man is able to condense high heat?" The Truth Department staff took the opportunity to ask.
Everyone looked at each other.
A renowned old scientist shook his head as he said, "Judging by these few visuals, the only thing we can learn is that the enemy is really able to physically create and control high heat that is used in fusion. As for the basic principles, it is impossible to figure out unless this so-called emperor is able to explain it for himself. Truth be told, these visuals are of no help at all."
Everyone nodded but were quietly making criticisms.
Was everyone up there being silly? Why would they not have thought about this?
Which silly person had actually come up with the idea that scientists were able to deduce the basic principles just by watching a video? Did they think that research scientists were just like Sherlock Holmes solving a case?
At this moment, the staff from the Truth Department said, "If that's the case, let's move on to the second activity. Although there is no way of getting this emperor of the magnetic men to personally talk us through, its officer might be able to tell us something. The Venerable One had previously caught one of the stronger ones among the magnetic men. It can explain the principles to us."
Everyone suddenly came to a realization and felt ashamed.
The people on top were not being silly. They had already considered this situation and prepared for it. This way, the video material would be considered very valuable and priceless. It could at least prove that magnetic men had the ability to create controllable high heat needed by men.
This smelt good.
Everyone carried this feeling with them and followed the staff towards a secret location.


Procrastinator extraordinaire, Fang Ning, had lost his consciousness after banging his head on a night of celebration. He woke up to a realization that he no longer had control of his body, as a System had taken it over. Will he eventually regain control of his body or will he be trapped in his body forever? How does he maneuver this situation? What's in store for Fang Ning?

 "Moreover, the books on the third floor only have value as antiques. If you truly want to read them, then head out the door, turn right, and walk 800 meters. There is a specialized Shaolin bookstore. They have all kinds of Buddhist texts. If you see uncle master Yong Ping personally, you can get a 50% discount or even for FREE!"
 Before Wei Xiao Bei could speak, Shi Yan Ping began grumbling some words, using them to attack Wei Xiao Bei.
 Wow!
 Wei Xiao Bei began pondering whether he should drag Shi Yan Ming back with him. If he placed him with Andre, he wondered who would win in the war of chatting.
 Although Shi Yan Ming was a chatterbox, he did, in fact, speak the truth. 
 Wei Xiao Bei also came to an understanding. It was truly as Shi Yan Ming said. The Buddhist texts on the third floor could also be bought in bookstores.
 It was no longer the ancient times. There was no such thing as a monopoly of knowledge, especially for things like Buddhist texts. The Shaolin Temple might even want people to buy these texts to increase the number of believers.
 However, Wei Xiao Bei had a slight premonition that if he walked away and went to use modern printed Buddhist texts, he would miss a good opportunity.
 With this being the case, Wei Xiao Bei did speak with Shi Yan Ming any longer and insisted to go to the third floor.
 Shi Yan Ming had no choice. In the end, he could only agree. However, after calling another monk, Shi Yan Ming himself accompanied Wei Xiao Bei upstairs. 
 He simply did not believe that Wei Xiao Bei could truly take in the Buddhist texts.
 He was someone who had studied it with great difficulty but always felt that reading manga was a lot better than reading Buddhist texts. Amithaba Buddha, every time he read Buddhist texts, he would feel dizzy and sleepy. 
 Luckily, he was a martial monk. He only needed to force himself to understand the Buddhist texts. If he had to participate in Buddhist texts, this would simply be like asking him to kill himself.
 They both went up the stairs to the third floor.
 The third floor was sealed by steel doors that Wei Xiao Bei had already seen when he came up before.
 Although he could store the steel doors in his storage bracelet, it was impossible to restore them once he did so.
 Additionally, the ventilation duct in that place was quite narrow. Wei Xiao Bei had never learned Bone Contraction Arts, but even a practitioner of it would have great difficulty in passing through the duct. 
 After opening the doors, the smell of dust hit him in the face. He was already prepared for it, and he used his hand to cover his mouth.
 On the contrary, Shi Yan Ming had been caught off guard. He sucked in a breath and choked on it, causing him to go into a coughing fit. Afterward, he could only smile awkwardly and fully open the door, allowing the impure air to come out.
 The third floor was the floor that Shi Yan Ming was responsible for, but because there were only a few people going up to it, Shi Yan Ming could be a bit lax.
 Luckily, the Buddhist texts had already been treated. Not only were they treated with medicinal water, but liquid plastic had been sprayed on every single page of the book, creating a layer of plastic protection.
 If it wasn't for this Shi Yan Ming's way of handling the books, they might've already been covered with dust or destroyed. 
 Although a layer of dust had already covered the books, a light wipe was enough to make the books bright and clean again.
 After Wei Xiao Bei looked at the books, his eyes lit up. His heart jumped and did not even pay any attention to Shi Yan Ming who was dealing with the dust. He walked forward a few steps and took an old book. He wiped away the dust and turned the pages.
 However, after flipping the pages, Wei Xiao Bei could not help but feel awkward.
 The reason was very simple. The Buddhist text that he picked up was not written in Chinese but in Sanskrit.
 Let alone the content, he simply could not even understand the cover.
 Wei Xiao Bei did not understand Sanskrit!
 In truth, Wei Xiao Bei was genuinely stunned.
 Shi Yan Ming appeared to be quite smart, could he understand some Sanskrit?
 Thinking about this, Wei Xiao Bei immediately pulled him to the side, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
 I already feel a headache from reading the Chinese version of the Buddhist text. Sanskrit? Please spare this small monk!
 Seeing that Shi Yan Ming did not understand Sanskrit, Wei Xiao Bei also felt a headache.
 Luckily, there was such a thing called the internet. Without hesitation, he took out his phone. Although he had been staying cooped up inside the Sutra Depository Pavillion every day, he still charged his phone to maintain a connection with others.
 He immediately looked up Sanskrit.
 After looking at the information, Wei Xiao Bei found out that unlike Chinese with many characters, Sanskrit was an alphabet, but there were differences with the Western alphabet.
 In simpler terms, the Sanskirt alphabet had 47 letters.
 This number of letters was already considerably more than the English alphabet, but even more terrifying, unlike the normal alphabet which consisted of vowels and consonants, Sanskrit was composed of words with more than two consonants in a row. 
 There were more than 1000 consonant-only strings, but learning Sanskrit required one to learn all these 1000 consonant strings!
 This was not even considered much. The worst part was that every single noun had eight different formats. The so-called format was similar to the subject-verb-object pattern in Chinese. Other than that, there were also singular, plural and even dual forms for the noun.
 In other words, every single noun in Sanskrit could be shown in 24 different forms.
 Naturally, some of these changes were normal to Chinese.
 It was said that in Chinese level 8 tests, there were some questions that could make foreigners puke blood.
 About 98% of foreigners are said to not even be able to pass the second question.
 Additionally, it was said that Sanskrit could harness mysterious powers and produce miraculous effects.
 For example, one famous phrase, Om Mani Padme Hum. This phrase was made of six Sanskirt letters. Because there were differences among sects, there were different effects when different senior monks chanted it. 
 The most genuine incantation was the innermost heart of the Bodhisattva of Compassion. Saying this incantation could cleanse one's desires, anger, arrogance, envy, and even greed. 
 On the other hand, the Tibetan incantation was used to get rid of damage from evil spirits, diseases, clearing away fatigue, and many others.
 Naturally, Wei Xiao Bei had never truly seen the effects of these words, but he had a little belief in them at that moment. 
 After all, he had already entered the Dust World. It should be a bit normal for Sanskrit to be miraculous, right?
 After understanding the situation of Sanskirt, Wei Xiao Bei spent 20 minutes on the web trying to find a specialized online shop that sold learning material on Sanskrit.
 Learning Sanskrit? Other than senior monks who specialized in researching them, only a few people would actually dig deep into them.
 The heavens had mercy as there actually was an online store like that.
 The main reason it was able to survive was because Wei Xiao Bei had spent 10,000 yuan. 
 Since there was only one store on the internet like that, it held a monopoly and he had no choice.
 But then again, the material provided was actually decent. 
 At the very least, Wei Xiao Bei did not have a hard time learning Sanskrit. Naturally, his [Ten Line At A Glance] skill and his high learning attribute were put to great use. 
 Whether it was the 47 letters or the 1000 consonant string letters, as long as he used a bit of time to mechanically memorize them, he could roughly understand.
 This was only the basics of the basics. The next problem was that learning just the letters would not be enough.
 Afterward, he needed to familiarize himself with some Sanskrit nouns, and try to form sentences from them.
 After looking at the material for an hour, Wei Xiao Bei impatiently researched the Buddhist text in his hand.
 After researching for more than half an hour, he roughly understood Sanskrit writing.
 The book was called Vajracchedikā Prajñāpāramitā Sūtra, or in simpler terms the Diamond Sutra. The contents were the ideology of Mahayana Buddhism.
 The so-called Prajñā was the Sanskrit word for wisdom, great wisdom, and wondrous knowledge.
 After looking at the Diamond Sutra, Wei Xiao Bei roughly understood its contents.
 The text mainly consisted of the Buddha answering questions of his disciples to display the essence of his knowledge.
 In other words, the Diamond Sutra was of the same status and significance as the Analects of Confucius in Confucianism.
 Before Wei Xiao Bei could reflect on the question and answer the text, he raised his eyebrows and became happy.
 It appeared that his status panel had changed after reading the Diamond Sutra.
 The branch skill Sanksrit had appeared in his [Language] skill!
Language: Chinese (Proficient), English (Proficient), French (Proficient), Spanish (Proficient), Danish (Proficient), Western Divine Language (Basic), Sanskrit (Basic)
 At the level of basic Sanskrit, Wei Xiao Bei was similar to someone who could engage in daily conversations. He would not be able to speak or understand deeper words.
 For Wei Xiao Bei this was not an issue.
 He looked at his evolution points and saw that he still had 1851 points.
 He focused on Sanskrit, consuming 200 evolution points and advanced Sanskrit from basic to proficient.
 Afterward, Wei Xiao Bei read the Diamond Sutra and felt that it was a lot easier to read, but after looking at the text again, Wei Xiao Bei was puzzled at why there were some bits that he could not understand.
 It must be known that his Sanskrit was already at a proficient level!


One day, Wei Xiao Bei gets dragged into The Dust World, a post-apocalyptic world ruled by monsters from myths, legends, games, etc. He also gains the power to travel between it and the real world, as well as the power called the 'Status Panel'. With this power, he chooses to strengthen himself to explore the vast mysteries and terror of the other world. What mysteries await him? What is The Dust World?
Author's Synopsis:
What the hell is this? What the hell happened here?
How did my room become so ruined after a single night?
The floor and table were covered in dust, his new poster of Zhang Liang Ying that had just been posted on the wall a few days ago had already become yellow and tattered all over. Even Zhang Liang Ying’s beautiful face became monstrous as if an old devil was looking at him with a terrifying smile.
The walls were covered by a mist of cobwebs and the fruits placed on top of the coffee table were withered and rotted to the point that the mold on them had turned black. The fruits below even seemed to have turned into mush. The aluminium framed window that the landlord had just installed not that long ago was now covered in a layer of white ash and the glass was filled with cracks and covered in dust.
The computer beside his bed was also covered by cobwebs and was accompanied by an empty water glass with a withered worm inside of it.
Dust filled the air making Wei Xiao Bei choke as he tried to breathe.
Everything seemed to be ash gray without any light as if looking at television static.
After just one night, it seemed like everything in the room had aged for centuries or even millennia.
Mother… is this a dream?
This must be a dream!

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