What would happen if you woke up from a dream in which you saw your future?

You have new knowledge. Your personality has changed. Still, you are the same person. Do you make the same mistakes?

Alexander, son of Ceo of group Prins, has chosen to become a hacker at the age of 15. Leaving behind, his father's company. But after he had a dream,  he understood his mistakes.
He understood that he was blinded, by love. Understand that the family is more important for him. 
 He understood what betrayal means.

Follow Alexander and see how he changes his destiny.


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Let us rewind time back to ten minutes ago, when Boss Jin's meeting just ended and there were ten minutes to go to midnight.
Wang Ling had a general idea of the locations of these three devils, and got Book of Sage Immortal to search for them as quickly as possible. After enlightening Book of Sage Immortal, Wang Ling found that it was indeed really helpful in looking up all sorts of things.
But this thing still had to be punished – Wang Ling still remembered that it had sold his limited edition crispy noodle snacks to help buy Immortal Toya a ticket.
Thus, after finding Jingke's scabbard, Wang Ling was still going to give this tablet away… 
Keeping it around would be a disaster sooner or later!
A few seconds later, Book of Sage Immortal sent over Pen Fairy's location. Like Boss Jin said, Pen Fairy was in the Funan area, and furthermore was committing a crime at that very moment.
In the meeting room, Wang Ling used the "Great Soul Shift Spell" of the Three Thousand Great Dao to swiftly arrive at Pen Fairy's location.
It was a boy's room, and Wang Ling used the Great Soul Shift Spell to appear behind the boy. This little brother with a crew cut didn't sense him at all since Wang Ling was currently in a spiritual body. Even Wang Zhen and Liu Qingyi as inhabitants of the Domain of the Gods wouldn't be able to see Wang Ling, to say nothing of a high school student.
The Great Soul Shift Spell could be considered an advanced out-of-body spell that could instantly transport a soul anywhere in the world.
But the spiritual body couldn't last long; after fifteen minutes, the soul would automatically return to the body.
But this was more than enough time for Wang Ling to get rid of Pen Fairy.
It wasn't a difficult enemy to deal with; it was just difficult to find.
In front of his table, this little brother with a crew cut had no idea at all that he had been targeted by a female ghost. Pen in hand, he was staring at a book and seemed to be racking his brains over a problem.
"Nannan? Nannan?" From outside came the voice of the little brother's mother. She knocked on the door first before opening it, then placed a plate of fruit next to him.
Seeing her son doing his revision seriously, the mother smiled benevolently. "Study well, Nannan! If you want to eat anything, just let me know!"
"Mm, I got it," the little brother replied coldly. Although his eyes were on the book, he was looking at his mother out of the corner of his eye.
After his mother left, this little brother with the crew cut breathed a sigh of relief. He turned a page in the book he was holding, and only then did Wang Ling realize… there was actually a "hole" inside this little brother's thick revision materials! That was right! A rectangular hole!
The little brother had placed his phone inside this hole!
Whenever anyone came by, he would cover it with the page in the front, then flip it back when no one was around… 
Wang Ling sweated. This little brother had gone to a lot of trouble to play with his phone.
He glanced at the name written on the little brother's review materials: Lin Nan.
Currently a third-year student.
Different to regular high schools, Foundation Establishment high schools had their college entrance exams in October after the summer break.
Thus, for the majority of third-year Foundation Establishment high school kids, the summer break wasn't a great one; in addition to actual combat, there was still a lot of theory they had to review, and their parents would usually be keeping a closer eye on them.
It was very clear that this little brother was afraid of his mother's nagging, which was why he had come up with this little trick of hiding his phone inside his revision materials.
He was so not serious about studying!
Wang Ling stared at Lin Nan and sighed inwardly.
There was a time to play and a time to study; striking a balance between work and rest would make one a more effective learner. But be that as it may, Wang Ling in the end wasn't Lin Nan, and thus couldn't comment. After all, each person's situation was different; you weren't that person, so you had no right to rashly judge them.
Wang Ling was very curious to know why Lin Nan had gone to all that trouble to hide his phone. Taking a look, he saw that Lin Nan was talking to his father on the phone.
A text message caught Wang Ling's eye: "Dad, don't gamble anymore. Come home. Mom needs you. I was first in my whole year in the final exams, and the school specially gave me a Super Panacea. If we sell it, we can definitely pay off your gambling debts. As long as you promise me never to gamble again, and come home and apologize to mom, I'll sell that Super Panacea…"
He was waiting for news from his father.
But his father didn't reply even after a long time.
Seeing this message, Wang Ling had mixed feelings.
At that moment, Lin Nan, who was waiting for his father's reply, suddenly felt cold and couldn't help shivering.
Lin Nan picked up the air-con remote on the table. The room temperature was currently at twenty-five degrees. It shouldn't be that cold! So what was up with this chill he was feeling?
Lin Nan didn't know that at that moment, Pen Fairy had already targeted him.
A dark spiritual body slowly stretched out from the ballpoint pen he was holding… 
It was a female ghost with long hair who was dressed in red and wore high heels. Her spiritual body flowed out of the pen and slowly coalesced behind Lin Nan. Lin Nan could clearly feel a cold breeze on his neck, but had no idea why.
When the female ghost stretched out her long red nails toward Lin Nan's neck, Wang Ling slowly raised his hand and pressed down on the ghost's shoulder.
"You're Pen Fairy, right?" Wang Ling cocked his head and said telepathically.
The female ghost in red was so scared that all her hair stood on end!
She hadn't noticed anyone standing behind her at all… 
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
"You…" The female ghost turned her head in disbelief, but she was so weak that she couldn't even see Wang Ling's spiritual body. However, the ghost was very sure that there was someone behind her!
And his hand was already at her neck before she could do the same herself… 
"Let go," Wang Ling said telepathically in a cold voice.
There was no room for negotiation in his tone, and it was an unadulterated command.
Helpless, the female ghost was forced to withdraw her nails, and she raised both hands in surrender.
"What kind of ghost are you…"
"I'm Crispy Noodles Ghost."
Crispy Noodles Ghost? Pen Fairy was blank. She had never heard of this guy.
"Why are you after him?" Wang Ling continued to ask telepathically.
He felt like he had never spoken so much before in his life.
But he was really very curious.
His gossipy heart had been completely awoken by Dopey Guo that guy.
"I want to kill him because he isn't studying hard, of course!" the female ghost said righteously.
"…" Wang Ling was shocked by this reason.
"Also, before I kill him, I'll help him finish all his homework! I want to make every person who doesn't study hard feel ashamed! Send them to hell with remorse, and I'll –"
"Bang!"
Before Pen Fairy could finish speaking, Wang Ling gripped her neck and straightaway crushed her.
What a boring fight… 
Wang Ling sighed inwardly.
He gave Lin Nan a look.
Before he left, he did one other thing.
He erased all the homework Pen Fairy had done for Lin Nan… 
One's homework!
Had to be done by oneself!


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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Going up against the twins' pitching was fun. For me; not so much for them. Zeke pulled out some old catchers gear and really caught for them though. Noah explained to me that he used to play as their catcher when they were younger, that's where the gear came from. As we rotated to form different matchups, Zeke would occasionally give pointers to us. All of us. For me, it was about my feet positioning and using more of my core muscles. For Noah, it was about being more confident in his swing and trying not to pause or redirect. Zeke even helped the twins, pointing out flaws in their motion or helping them with their aim. 
Zeke was amazing. He could be a coach. He knew everything. I was curious though...how could he help us so much? Who taught him all about baseball? When I pointed this out to Noah, he just shrugged. He didn't know either. It seemed like Zeke always knew what to do. 
We spent the whole afternoon at the park, playing. Just another day I wish I could save in my memory bank. When we got home, Mom already had dinner on the table. We took our assigned seats and started to fill up our plates. 
"Thanks, Mom!" Noah said first. 
"Thank you, Mom." Dave followed. 
"Yea, thanks." Kyle said. 
"Thanks for dinner." Zeke gave his mom a smile. 
Feeling like I belonged somewhere now, I swallowed a small lump in my throat and added, "Thank you for dinner, Mom."

Mom's smile was big and bright. "You're welcome. All of my boys." She focused on me and Noah. "How was class today?"

"It's okay." I told her. 
Noah on the other hand, gave her a minute by minute description about who our teacher is, what we learned, how Mitchell was in our class, and so on. Not only did I live through this, it was now my third time hearing about it. I was thankful Dad was here to listen too, otherwise I might hear about it again. 
After dinner was another round of showers. Noah originally wanted to go downstairs to watch tv with the twins and maybe see a few highlights, but when we walked past their room, we saw Zeke at his desk. He was completely focused on the book in front of him, taking his summer classes as serious as possible. On the first day too. 
Noah backed up the way we came and I followed him to our room. He sat on his bed with our new Spanish textbook. "I'm just going to review some of the vocabulary before going to bed. We still have to wake up early tomorrow for the morning workout."

"Okay. Me too." I grabbed my book and sat up in my bed. I read over the vocab words for chapters one and two before falling asleep. 
Tuesday morning, middle of June, and it was still too cold. I never thought I would miss where I used to live, but as I ran with a sweatshirt on, I started to reminisce of 'real summer' days. By the time I got back to the house I had warmed up, and threw my sweatshirt to the side before getting to work on the ab exercises and lifting weights. 
After showers, breakfast, and a small amount of bickering with the twins, Zeke took us to school. This time he was showered too, and had even brought his backpack. It held books and his laptop, making it clear that he was going to do some studying at the high school. 
After Noah asked him about it, Zeke explained to us: "I waste time driving you here and back, and then coming to pick you up and go back. This will allow me to dedicate more time for my classes. It's not like the twins need babysitting."

"Are you sure about that?" Noah scoffed. 
Zeke cracked a smile as he parked the car. "They're not as unreliable as you think. Growing up isn't sudden, it's a process. Didn't they behave last Friday when hanging out with you two?"

"I guess." Noah slowly nodded. 
We got out of the car with our backpacks and walked up to the school. Zeke split from us, going to the library as we went to our class. 
Mitchell was already seated at the same table as yesterday, so we also sat in the same seats. 
Noah told him about the twins wanting to use him for a bullpen session yesterday. "But I told them no for you."

"Why would you do that?!" Mitchell looked distressed and worried. "Do you hate me??"

Noah froze. "I thought you didn't like catching bullpen sessions? That's why you chose to do specialized training instead..?"

Mitchell sat at the edge of his chair, getting close to Noah. "That's because those camps didn't have any benefits. Just losses. Catching for your brothers is completely different. It's an opportunity!"

Noah made a face and looked to me. "Is it just me, or do you understand what he's saying?"

I shrugged. "Maybe he likes the practice?"

"Yes!" Mitchell pointed at me. "Practice! Just because I'm doing my own training doesn't mean I can just skip catching! Jake gets it!"

"I don't..." I told him honestly. "Can't anyone throw to you?"

Mitchell rolled his eyes. "Jake, would you rather hit off a tee or face a real pitcher?"

"Real pitcher." I answered. 
"Exactly! And not just any pitcher, but varsity-leveled pitchers!" Mitchell was getting excited. "You guys probably can't see it because you're too close. Try to see from my perspective. A catcher trying to solidify his varsity position turns down an opportunity to catch for two of the best pitchers on the team."

"They're not that great..." Noah was skeptical. 
Mitchell looked like he was on the verge of crying. "Noah, stop pretending. Our starting rotation is them and Garret for the majority of the time. If I can get in their good books and get some kind of relationship going, I have a good chance to be the starting catcher for next season."

I looked to Noah. "I get it now."

Noah sighed. "Yea, me too." He looked at Mitchell. "Okay, I'll tell them that you're interested. But you know...they're going to be gone most of the summer."

"That's okay! Just a few bullpen sessions so I can get a better understanding of what kind of pitchers they are. Kelvin and Alex got to work with them most of the time so I only really worked with the relievers to help them warm up."

"They aren't that good. Tell him, Jake." Noah repeated. 
I nodded then shook my head. "They're good. At least, they're better than a few months ago?"

"I just don't see it." Noah sighed again. 
"That's because you get to play against them all the time!" Mitchell grabbed Noah's shoulder and started to shake him. "You're probably accustomed to their pitching and quirks. They were first-team all-league! Even the coaches in the league think they're good!"

Noah laughed and brushed him off. "Okay, okay. I'll give you their cellphone numbers and you can just contact them anytime you want. And they can tell you when they're back in town and whatnot."

Mitchell pulled his cellphone out in a hurry.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Lorenz came into the classroom and started to teach us the next lesson, forcing Mitchell to put his cellphone away. As soon as class was over though, he started to pester Noah for their numbers. Noah complied. 


Jake has it rough: a missing dad, an abusive mother and a hidden talent for baseball which sends his mother off the deep end. Sent to live with a foster family, his love for baseball is revived, and with their help, will Jake start to shine like the future superstar he is?
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March

The cold wind is slowly being replaced by a hot and humid air, where it is the general call for one specific vacation for student to take their minds out of studying - Summer.

Although, it's really a bother some ride before the said vacation. In the first week of March, where it is the most busiest week of the month, the preparation to the students exams and finals. Then the next is the submission of requirements, and projects teachers announced within last year. Lastly, it's the practice of the graduation ceremony. 

This month really is the busiest time of the year.

Within the first week, all I do was to procrastinate at home, and do all the lesson reviews at school. It's all nothing but logical, memorising, and calculations. For what I can do the most is the calculation part. I didn't even bother to review everything except for math, to the point where I can use deduction skills in history I watched from documentaries, grammar and vocabularies in novels; and anatomy, biology from slaughter movies. 

All in all, I passed, and atleast have an above average scores.

This leaves to the second week of March, submission of requirements and projects.

Requirements includes all of the activities, assignments, and depends on the teacher, notebooks. Fairly enough, I managed to submit almost everything in all subjects, the only ones I wasn't able to submit was an a assignment or two. Regardless, I passed that as well.

Next are the projects, the most stressful part. Especially if it is the theatre project. Science and history only gave a magazine project that consists with at least two topics that was already been discussed. The mother tongue, and English subjects gave a theatre of either a story from a children's book or an original story. Lastly, PE, Music, arts, and Health subjects, another theatre with a musical production.

In a brief result discussion, the science and history subjects gave a somewhat of a high grade results. English and the other subjects was a class project, since I can't do this by myself, all I did was suggested that I'll be the technical stuff. They gave me the most generic background music in history. Complains aside, I nailed the execution pretty well. Although I did ask the class director to not mention my name to everyone, except for the subject teachers. 

In the end no-one suspected that I did all of that. 
Anyways, the whole class was given a high score in the project.

Then its the third week of march, the graduation ceremony practice. A typical week for organising the graduation ceremony. Section by section is being lined up behind the stage, and one by one a students name was called. Some are practising to not cry over the real graduation ceremony, some just casually talks about their plans in senior high-school.

But for me

I'm bothered by how nostalgic, yet cold feelings.
Feelings like someone left before they graduate...

Did something happened to me in elementary?

I can barely remember anything happened to me since I was a child.
But the fact I felt this before is creeping me out.

"Who are you?" I muttered under my quiet voice.

All I know is that phrase, that's all.
No matter, I'll just brush off this feeling and watch the practice ends.

"When shall we meet again?" that's your question... A question that I cannot answer... Till our paths crossed once again.

Even if it is the last time...

I'll grant your wish...

A wish for you to smile from the bottom of your heart.


Pre-Chapters: The protagonist's everyday life in February, valentines day to April

Massachusetts Institute of Technology, materials science laboratory.
Professor Moungi Bawendi sat in front of his office desk and was leisurely drinking a coffee while he browsed new theses on arXiv.
He was one of the leading persons in nanochemistry.
Not long ago, he published his research paper on PBS quantum dot thin film solar cells in the ACS-Nano journal. This attracted widespread attention from various Silicon Valley companies.
Although this technology was far from being implemented, it had great potential.
A lot of people said that he was close to a Nobel Prize. Once the quantum dot technology was commercialized, the Nobel Prize would be his.
However, it could be 10 or 20 years later. The industry would accept this technology slowly and they would first implement them on displays. After that, it would change the face of the semiconductor industry.
However, even though he might be far from commercialization, he had already owned four companies through said technology. Most professors were worried about their research funding, but he was already a CEO.
Suddenly, he received an email from Nature.
"Lithium dendrites?"
When Professor Bawendi opened the email, he raised his eyebrows with interest.
He rubbed his chin and said to his assistant, "Ladis, bring me a sandwich."
"Okay, Professor Bawendi!"
The beautiful woman in a white coat got up and walked outside. She soon came back with a bacon sandwich.
Professor Bawendi sat in front of the computer and eat his breakfast while he continued to read the email.
Honestly speaking, he did not believe that someone solved the lithium dendrites problem. 
Although he was not in lithium batteries research, the people in his research team had studied it, so he knew a little about it.
UK's Oxis energy and America's Sion Battery were at the forefront of battery research, and they had not made any special progress. Samsung had been registering patents as always, but they had not made any big announcements.
The only progress was last year when an MIT professor found that fixing sulfur in mesoporous carbon materials and combined with special electrolytes could inhibit the growth of lithium dendrites. 
However, it turned out that it was only a misunderstanding. The lithium dendrites problem was not that easy to solve. Otherwise, IBM would not have cut their investment in supercomputers lithium dendrites research. 
If this thesis was written by anyone else, Professor Bawendi would have thrown it away. The author was interesting. Although he was not famous in the field of materials science, he was a Princeton mathematics professor.
"Improving the 'breathability' of the negative electrode material through the PDMS material film, and inhibit the growth of lithium dendrites… This is not a novel idea. The performance on the SEM electron micrograph is surprising, and it doesn't look fake…"
"Computational materials science can do this? I've never heard of it before."
The image of the negative electrode material of the several charges and discharge cycles showed that the negative electrode material located under the PDMS film did not form the deadly white trees, but instead it formed a layer of mossy pleats layer by layer.
Then there was the discharge process. Since the surface of the entire negative electrode material was a layer of undulating moss-like folds, there was no so-called tip region, and after the discharge was finished, there was no large amount of dead lithium residue on the electrode.
If these results were accurate, then there was no doubt the results would be groundbreaking.
The only downside was that these folds would also affect battery life and performance. However, compared to the lithium dendrites bottleneck, the downsides were negligible.
Professor Bawendi tapped his finger on the table and started to think.
The thesis was a good thesis, and he could not find any mistakes in the data and images. Still, this was too groundbreaking. Like the editors from Nature, he could not make a decision.
Professor Bawendi thought for a long time. Suddenly, he said, "Ladis, I will send an experiment report to your email. Ask Issac to do it according to the report. Remember to tell him that this is his experiment of the week."
"Okay, Professor Bawendi."
Done.
Professor Bawendi smirked.
Issac was his master's student, who researched battery technology.
The experiment was not difficult. It would take Issac three days to complete.
Although generally, the reviewer was not responsible for doing the experiments, Bawendi was curious.
Anyway, since he had the equipment, the material would not cost much.
If Lu Zhou really solved the problem of lithium dendrites, then Bawendi would be witnessing history.
…
While Lu Zhou's Nature thesis was in peer review, it was not as if he did nothing.
Once again he called his three master's students to his office and gave everyone a book list.
The book list was not long, only six books.
He asked them to thoroughly understand the contents of the books within a month and a half.
By then, he would give them a test based on the contents of the six textbooks.
For a newly undergrad student, this was not an impossible task. A lot of the content was taught in undergrad, just at a shallow level.
And now Lu Zhou wanted them to dive deep into the topics.
They would have to pay a little blood, sweat, and tears to join Lu Zhou's project.
It was foreseeable that their summer would be very fulfilling.
Lu Zhou was sitting in his office writing an opening report when he suddenly received a phone call from China.
Xiao Tong excitedly screamed in the phone.
"Brother! I got it!"
When Lu Zhou heard Lu Xiaotong's excited voice, he smiled.
"Congratulations!"
Xiao Tong said, "Brother, can I ask for one thing?"
Lu Zhou said generously, "Say it, what gift do you want? I'll mail it to you."
Xiao Tong shook his head and said, "I don't want a gift. I want to visit you in Princeton!"
Lu Zhou was stunned.
"There's nothing to do in Princeton."
In Lu Zhou's mind, all there was to do was visit the Carnegie Lake.
The rich academic atmosphere was not something ordinary people could feel.
Xiao Tong said, "It's too boring at home. I want to go outside."
Lu Zhou thought about it. It made sense. 
It was a pity to waste her summer vacation at home. It would be good for her to get out of the house.
Lu Zhou said, "Then… Do you know how to apply for a visa?"
Xiao Tong replied immediately, "Of course I know. I already applied for my passport! I'm going to Shanghai to apply for the visa tomorrow!"
I guess this girl already planned the whole thing.
Lu Zhou shook his head and smiled.
"Okay then, I'll buy you the ticket. Just get on the flight and I'll pick you up."
Xiao Tong cheered.
"Wow! Brother, you're the best!"
"Haha, you're welcome."
Lu Zhou hung up the phone and smiled.
Suddenly, he remembered something.
Speaking of which, he did not know how Han Mengqi was doing.
He had not tutored her in a long time, but she was still his student. Lu Zhou had helped her studies a lot, so he still cared about her.
After the college entrance examination, he never asked for her result. Now that the college offers were released, he wanted to know if she got into her ideal university.
Lu Zhou opened WeChat and sent a message.
[Did you get the offer?]
He waited for a long time, but he did not get a reply.
Lu Zhou guessed that she probably did not see the message, so he put his phone aside.
I hope she gets into her ideal university.
Lu Zhou placed this matter aside and continued his work.


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

On a certain night, Haruko shared about what she uncovered from this world based on her investigation. We had some similarities, but not entirely. 

First, both of us wished upon the star on that night. I wished to see Yuuma again, while Haruko wished to study more about folklore. I had no idea about studying folklore, but if it helps a little, I should put in some effort. 

Second, about our identity, she arrived in this world as an existing person. Not like me, a person that never existed in this world, thus I have to "move in" in order to make my existence explainable. Due to this fact, Haruko does not need to change her name in order to avoid distortions of people around her. 

Third, the way that people works around us are different. For me, people does exist everywhere, but they seemed to not move if I'm not paying attention to them. In Haruko's case, they looked like dolls, a mannequin, to be precise. They look featureless according to Haruko. 

Fourth, I met Ryutenji as a trial guide in this world, he has been answering my questions, but he never told me anything about the trial in going to take part. For Haruko, she found a book with certain answers that can be found by solving mysteries. Apparently, she had been solving a lot of mysteries to come to a conclusion that there are also other people who came to this world by simply wishing upon the star. 

Fifth, I told her that I have the ability to change the scenarios of the world to my will, Haruko said that her existence is nearly ignorable due to the fact that she is usually ignored by others back in our original world. Perhaps deep down, she really wants to make friends. 

After sharing all these information, Haruko suddenly had an inspiration of uncovering another mystery, so she hung up suddenly. She sent a mail to apologise shortly after. 

On a weekend three weeks before mid term examinations, Yuuma invites me to his room to study. I accepted blatantly, and entered his room without hesitation. He was kind of surprised that I know the way. Having to just let him accept whatever excuses is just easy. 

I came to his room a lot since little. That is why I'm so familiar with his house. It's the same room as before, pictures of stars, articles of astronomical sightings, catalogues of telescopes that he tried to save up money to buy, and... Of course those kind of magazines, perhaps hidden under his bed... Ugh... 

He blushed a lot when we studied, I was wearing simple clothes, he told me that I looked cute in them. That... That... That made me unexpectedly happy! I loved you so much, Yuuma! Eventually, we got used to each other's presence and began studying seriously. I studied further chapters while answering some doubts he had when he is studying for the test.

"Rinka-chan you know, I was wondering about something. Why are you studying a chapter that is not out in the test? We have been studying together for weeks, yet you never studied about the chapters that are going to be in the exams." Yuuma said. It was true that I had already revised more than enough every day. Since manipulating the exam results by perfect precision on scoring on certain questions will result in a grade that leaves me in the middle rankings, which is enough for me to not getting into the same class as Yuuma. 

"I studied them yesterday, so I just help you out with some questions that are tricky to solve... Ehehe..." I couldn't come up with a better excuse, regardless, he nods without me doing anything. Time passed so quickly that we finally finished studying. We play video games to unwind a little, but he is seriously cool when he is focusing hard in games, perhaps he's like this as well during a basketball match... I should have watch him play next time.

Days after days of repeating the same events, with only slight alterations of events such as the little cat that lives around the neighbourhood, or the rain that occasionally showers the dry earth, and big events such as exams.

Well, the exams passed in a blink, since I'm very capable of solving them all. I have no longer needed to act pathetic. However, I still have to make them at least fit into the grades in the same class. With these results, I'll get the first place in this class. After the exams, everyone is cheered up about the summer break, they are sure excited to spend a lot of time without studying huh?

Yuuma approached me after school hours. With a blushed expression, I'm pretty sure that he is going to ask me out for a date.
"Rinka-chan, I wanted to thank you for the time we spent together studying, so... How about we review the questions in the exams after we get home?" Yuuma said. I'm utterly disappointed on myself to think that he must be asking me out for a date. Of course he would want to review the questions so that he would roughly know his scores.
"Sounds nice, let's do that in my place today." I said. 

We arrived home shortly after, I brought him into my room, my parents greets him with utmost pleasure, seems like they are very lively today, perhaps I'm too excited about this... I brought him to my room, and leaves my room to prepare snacks and tea. It's such a long time ago that Yuuma came to my room before. The last time he came to my house is already six years ago. He just occasionally greeted my parents in front of the door, and that is how far he could reach in my house.

I returned to my room, everything seems fine, except I noticed something is off. The drawer that I keep my diary is not fully closed. I served the snacks and tea, and then approached the drawer. I pushed it slightly, and it moved. That means that Yuuma had opened it just now. I wrote about a lot of secrets about this world in it, yet Yuuma is unaffected. I let out a sigh. Perhaps he is unaffected by them? I thought. 

We reviewed our exam questions, it seems like Yuuma is doing well in his exam.
"Out of these questions, you scored more than 80%, you are sure good in studying, Yuuma." I praised Yuuma. He blushed. 
"You are far more better than me, you should have scored higher than me..." Yuuma replied. Thinking back in the past, I had never been praised this way, since no one knew that I studied that hard though. I was planning to gradually increase my scores so that I can get into my ideal university.

There is an awkward silence for a few minutes between us. I'm unsure how to continue the conversation. Perhaps I could ask him to visit some places with me... No, I mean, he should be the one asking me out, I just have to wait... After another few minutes of awkward silence... Yuuma finally wanted to say something, but hesitated. 

"Uh... Rinka-chan, you see... It's summer break... Do you have any plans? I think I wanted to thank you by hanging out with you somewhere, is it okay?" Yuuma said after hesitating for a while. What?! Did he really just did that? I didn't do anything to alter his thoughts, perhaps it's really him wanting to ask me out for a date... Wait, he didn't mentioned that it's a date... 

"Are you asking me to go on a date with you?" I asked boldly, it's very embarrassing to say something so boldly. I can hardly keep my face straight. 
"Y-yeah... It's a date... If you want to call it like that." Yuuma replied, with his face bright red. We kept looking away for a while. Perhaps we felt the same thing that is about to change the way we interact in the future, people are always hesitating to change without a good reason. And I promise, I'll find the reason on that day. 

We talked a lot on the phone later in the night, it seems like he can really talk a lot when he is not in front of me. Strange huh? We agreed on a day where both our schedules are free, the venue is  in the central city, where we can visit the theme park as well. There is three more days before the date. I'm so excited. 

I opened my drawer to write my next entry, to find that there is a drop of water on one of the pages. The water seeps through some adjacent pages, it seems like Yuuma has seen my diary, on that page where I wrote about Haruko's findings. This made me started to think, why is Yuuma unaffected when he saw something that is supposed to make his mind overflowed with information? He should be immobilised by the massive amount of information from my original world... Nevertheless, today's entry is different like the several pages prior. It feels refreshing to write something different over a few days.

People said that if you wished upon a star, your dream would come true. And so, I wished.

"I hope to see him again..." I wished.

I thought it wasn't true, so I gave up. Things happened differently when I woke up in the next morning, I see him again... But no one including him, remembers me. 

"I loved you... I always loved you."
How am I able to say this aloud if I never existed in his world?

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Chapter 4: The Triwizard Tournament
It was pouring down outside, and Cho - like normal - had grabbed the only protection Selene had from the rain, a book. Selene had to jog, dodging from tree to tree. She was soaked through in mere seconds.
When Selene finally made it to the Entrance Hall, she slipped over on a large puddle, falling backwards into a group of Third Years, who thankfully just tittered and went on their way. They were quickly replaced with the tall, imposing figure of Professor McGonagall, who looked less than pleased to find a Ravenclaw Prefect spreadeagled on the floor.
"I shouldn't expect any less from you, Miss Malfoy," she said, pursing her lips together as she glanced upwards to the ceiling of the Entrance, waiting for Selene to stand up before continuing. "But, after all, it is the first day, so I won't take points from you... And it wasn't your fault."
"Already wet, aren't they?" Peeves appeared, grinning down at the Entrance Hall and throwing a water balloon at a few Second Years. "Little squirts!"
Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes. "Miss Chang, Miss Malfoy," she continued. "Please continue into the Great Hall, the less mess in here the better, I think- No, Peeves!"
The Transfiguration teacher rushed over to prevent a few Fourth Years from being bombed, and Cho grabbed Selene's arm, towing them out of the Entrance Hall before Peeves could cause any more damp accidents.
When they were out of the way, Selene pulled out her wand and cast a Drying Charm, which managed the water out of everything but their hair. Cho groaned, predictably, as she was rather attached to her (formerly) pristine hairstyle.
"It's going to be this frizzy all week," she predicted glumly, glancing over to her friend, and stifling a smile. "And I forgot to put my Frizz-Ease Hairspray in this morning. Um... Selene?"
"What?" Selene asked, casting another Drying Charm on her book, opening it to examine the state of the pages. "I got the water out of our robes, didn't I?"
Cho snorted, holding out a strand of her hair for inspection. "It looks like you've just been fucking in a bush," she said, with a smirk. "My hair is-" She fumbled in her bag, pulling out a small pocket mirror, examining her reflection. "...curly? Oh, this isn't good..."
"Thanks for the book, by the way." Selene said drily, completely ignoring Cho's complaint. "It really saved me from the rain."
"No problem," Cho grinned, as they took their normal seats on the Ravenclaw table. Marietta shifted up from a couple of seats down, shrieking when she saw Cho, although she quickly stifled it with a hand over her mouth.
"What happened?" she asked, aghast.
"A gigantic frog," Selene said dryly, fishing for a hair tie in her robe pocket, passing it over to Cho, who took it with a thankful smile. "How were your holidays?"
Cho and Marietta were two halves of the girliest girls in the entirety of Hogwarts, their obsession with makeup and clothes and hair making Selene an outsider in their group. But, when Selene had been sorted, they must have seen something in her - maybe her Pureblood background and rich father - and had welcomed her with open arms. Although that might have been their rooming situation.
"I can do something about this," Marietta said quickly, pulling out a small bottle, seemingly out of nowhere. Cho leaned forward in anticipation. "Magical Anti-Frizz. My mother got it from Italy."
Cho quickly grabbed the bottle, turning it over in her hands a couple of times. "Can I really use this?" she asked, brow furrowing as she looked through the ingredients. "Fluxweed… This must have been really expensive!"
"Don't worry about it," Marietta waved a hand. "I don't mind. It's to share. I have plenty more at home."
This was how it always had been, and how it always would be. Selene tuned out of the conversation, opening the (now mercifully dry) book and beginning to read.
When the First-Years began to flood in, Selene finally looked up, making a mental note of the page she had managed to reach, before she pocketed the book and watched all of them, trying to pick out the prospective Ravenclaws.
oOo
"A good crop this year," Cho remarked, over her lemon tart. "Do you reckon we'll be able to pull the House Cup this time around?"
Selene shrugged, half-absorbed in her book again. She would read anywhere, just about. The dinner table, under the desk in classes (although she had attempted to get rid of that habit), curled up in the comfy armchair in the corner of Ravenclaw Tower…
"Give me that!" Marietta wrestled the book out of Selene's grasp. "I thought you said that you were going to stop reading at mealtimes?"
Selene responded by sighing, taking the book back, and reluctantly pocketing it. "Okay, what are we talking about?" she asked.
"You could at least pay a little attention," Cho said, just as the plates vanished, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet. "We were talking about whether we could win the House Cup this year. Gryffindor have won it way too many times-"
"So!" Dumbledore said, beaming around at them. "Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once more ask for your attention, whilst I give out a few notices."
Selene silently crossed her legs over, resting her head on her hands and looking over at the Headmaster.
"Mr Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs..."
Selene barely paid any attention, focusing instead on watching the Professors, wondering vaguely what they did on their holidays - Professor McGonagall was still looking rather rattled after the incident in the Entrance Hall. Maybe she had gone on a nice holiday to Barbados. She was looking rather tan. Snape, on the other hand, was still as pale as ever. It was like he'd holidayed in a Muggle freezer.
"...the inter-house Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."
"What?" Roger Davies called out, a sound echoed by most members of all four Quidditch Teams. Selene smirked slightly, recalling what she'd been told by her father, only that morning.
She was not completely aware of the rules of the Tournament, or indeed the reason why it had been stopped, but Selene was pretty sure that she wasn't going to enter. It sounded far too exciting. And she didn't really want the whole of Hogwarts to realise just how crap at fighting things she was.
There was a deafening rumble of thunder, and Selene jumped. She would have fallen backwards yet again if it hadn't been for Cho's swift intervention. The doors of the Great Hall banged open, and the room turned as one towards the latecomer.
A man stood in the doorway - a man that made Selene's stomach lurch unpleasantly. She knew who he was, alright, and by the looks of things most people did as well. Cho stifled a gasp as the man pulled his hood off his face, and Marietta clutched the table for support.
As the man began to limp towards Dumbledore, his right leg clunking every time it hit the flagstones, there was a flash of lightning that threw the man's facial features into illumination. As he passed Selene, his normal, dark eye flickered to her for a meaningful second, before snapping to the front again. His larger eye rolled around as he moved past, exposing white rather than electric blue, and Selene could tell that he was staring at her.
The ex-Auror Alastor Moody reached Professor Dumbledore and stretched out a scarred hand. Then he stomped over to the empty seat, shaking out his mane of dark grey hair and pulling a plate of sausages towards him.
"Is that who I think it is?" Cho asked breathlessly, her brown eyes as round as saucers.
Selene only nodded, concentrating fully on keeping from vomiting, quite inexplicably.
"May I introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore said brightly, into the silence. "Professor Moody."
Selene brought her hands together to clap, but quickly changed her mind when Moody's blue eye whirled to the side, resting on her for a measured moment.
Why did he keep staring at her?
"Now- as I was saying," Dumbledore continued, and everyone's gazes snapped to him once again. "Hogwarts has the honour of hosting a very special event this year, one that has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."
"You're JOKING!" someone said loudly, and the tension in the room suddenly broke. Selene laughed, shaking her head, beginning to tease the corner of her book out of her pocket before Marietta slapped her hand away.
"I am not joking, Mr Weasley," Dumbledore chuckled. "Although, now you mention it, I did hear and excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun who all go into a bar-"
"That's impossible," Cho cut in, as McGonagall cleared her throat to cut Dumbledore off. "Hags and Trolls are notoriously elusive, and Leprechauns have been banned from all Wizard-built buildings since the 1400's."
"I know- didn't the Leprechauns at the World Cup have to get special permission?" Selene asked, her attention wandering.
"The Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore began. "Was first established some seven hundred years ago, as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry - Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns to host the Tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young wizards and witches of different nationalities - until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the Tournament was discontinued."
Selene shuddered, wishing a little that the Wizarding World could come up with something a little safer for once, like a nice chess game. She had been in the Hogwarts Chess Club since her fourth year, and had improved tremendously.
"I'm not going to enter," Cho said, in a low voice. "No system is foolproof." she added.
Not even the mention of the glory (the prize money meant nothing to Selene, as she came from a family that could bathe in a thousand Galleons if they wished) could persuade Selene to enter. She was happy being under the radar, keeping herself to herself.
But her brother was sure to want to enter. Glory appealed to his very nature, and if he had a chance of getting in he would definitely try.
"Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts," Dumbledore was saying, and Selene raised an eyebrow. "The Heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age - that is to say, seventeen years of age or older - will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration."
"Thank goodness," Selene exhaled, thinking of her brother. She glanced over to where Draco was sitting, just to check on him, and smiled fondly as she saw him, obviously complaining to Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.
"You weren't thinking of entering, were you?" Cho asked, smirking at Selene's annoyed expression. "Just kidding, sorry. Don't stab me with the butter knife. This is a brand new robe!"
Selene just shook her head, turning back to Professor Dumbledore in time to hear the latter half of his next, short speech.
"And now, it is late, and I know how important it is for you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop chop!"

I saw two empty seats on the aisle near the back of the bus. I plopped down into one of them and shoved my backpack under the seat in front of me.
Some kids near the driver were tossing a
. blue Nerf football back and forth. Two girls
were singing a camp song I knew from my
old camp.
The bus made a roaring sound - and lurched
forward before Heather sat down. She fell on me,
and her elbow jammed right into my gut.
"Oof.'
Did that hurt? Three guesses, and they're
all yes.
My sister didn't apologize, of course. Instead,
she pulled herself up and yelled at the bus driver,
"Give me a ding-dong break!"
That made some kids laugh. Heather didnt
care. She sat down and started talking instantly
to the girl next to her.
I turned  at the kid next to me. He was
staring through big black-frame eyeglasses at a
manga book in his lap. He was moving his lips as
he read it. He didn't look up.
Why didnt he say hi or something? I guessed
maybe he was shy.
He as about my age . He had white-blond
hair cut really short and pale blue eyes behind
the glasses. He was maybe the palest guy I
ever Saw.
You know what flashed into my mind? A zombie in a movie I watched over at my friend's
house a couple nights before.
The dude wasn't a freak or anything. It's just
that with that white-blond hair, everything
blended into everything.
And he was wearing a white T-shirt and baggy
white cargo shorts.
And what was he squeezing in the hand
that didn't hold the manga book? Was that a rab-
bit's foot? your backpack?"
did raise his eyes from the comic, though.
"Where's the rest of the rabbit?" I asked. 
I know it was a lame joke. But Ithought it was
a little funny. He smiled. But he didn't laugh. He held up the rabbit's foot. "It's kind of a good - luck thing," he said. I took it from his hand. Yucko. It was wet from his sweat.
Im Boone Dixon," I said. "That's my sister,
Heather." I pointed.
I'm Ronny McDonald I thought he said. A
car horn honked. I couldn't really hear him.
he shook his head. "Roddy McDonald."
think you're gonna need good luck?" I asked.
I handed him back his rabbit's foot. "You really
 his shrugged his narrow shoulders. " I heard
out this camp" he said softly.
Like what?" I asked.
Scary things.
Weird....
He shrugged again. He glanced out the windows.
 I dont think he wanted to talk about it.
snakes.' he said finally.
I waited for him to say more.
* Farms and flat green fields passed by outside the bus window*.
Somekids at school said stuff about snakes in
the lake. Roddy said, 
turning to me. Behind his glasses, his eyes were wide. The kid really looked frightened.
"These kids read about it online. They said the counselors make you swim with the Snakes,"
 Roddy said. He twirled his damp rabbit's foot in his hand, "You have to swim
across the lake. And the Snakes...the Snakes will..."
I felt sorry for the dude. Some kids at his
school told him a bunch of baloney, and he
believed it.
"I tried to tell my parents," Roddy said. "But
they thought I was making it up so I wouldn't
have to go to camp."
"You're a first-timer, right?" I said. "Don't you
know kids always tell scary camp stories to
frighten new campers? It's just what kids do.
You know. It's a tradition."
"Not this time," Roddy said. "They didn't
make it up."
The manga book fell out of his lap. He leaned
down to get it. When he sat back up, his face was
still filled with fear.
"Know what they call this camp?" he asked.
"Sure," I said. "Camp Hither."
No, he said, shaking his head. "Everyone
who goes there calls it Camp Slither. Because of
all the snakes.
I laughed. He looked so serious, I just couldn't
help it. "Roddy," I said, " I've been to two different wilderness camps. Camps are fun. I had an
awesome time. So will you."
He swallowed hard. Those kids told me other snake stories.
"They made them up!" I cried. "They were
He stared at me.
""Tell you what,"_ I said. "Lets ask some kids
who were at Camp Hither last summer. They'll
tell you the truth."
 I stood up. The bus was filled with Campers. Every seat. Kids were laughing and talking.
cupped  hands around my mouth and Shouted, 
"Hey, everyone! Everyone! Who was at this camp last year? I need to tallk to you-"
Some kids turned around to stare at me. No
"How many?" I asked. "Dont all raise your at one time
No one. Not one raised
I gazed down the long aisle. "All new camp-
rs?" I asked.
Some kids nodded their heads. Others turned
around and went back to what they were doing.
I dropped back onto my seat. "Weird" I
muttered. SEE I AM RIGHT BOONE. 
no one ever goes back to this camp."
because no one survives" he stammered.
"See? T'm right, Boone," Roddy said. "No one
His whole body shuddered. "M-maybe its
Roddy that's impossible, " I Said, "This is
the bus for new kids, that's all. They probably
sent another bus for old campers. There will be
lots of- I stopped short and gasped. I heard a sharp
rattling sound. Right next to me. "
"SNAKE" Roddy sereamed. "It's a SNAKE!"
                    *   The End of Chapter *
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