At her work place, May refused to give her information out to a handsome young man. Who knew he would persistently chase after her. When they meet again, a misunderstanding occurs which led to May being kidnapped and transported to another world. In this mysterious world of magic and mystical beings, is it truly a misunderstanding? Does she really want to return home or stay there and explore this new found place?

Zuo Cidian spent the whole night in the emergency room, treating patients whenever there was any and reading a book whenever there were no patients.
He only had a few hours left to enjoy Doctor Ling's private guidance alone.
Zuo Cidian treasured the opportunity tremendously. When it was almost daybreak, another patient with Colles' fracture entered the emergency room. Zuo Cidian was so touched that he almost cried. "People of Donghuang are very kind to me indeed…"
When the patient with Colles' fracture saw the doctor's teary eyes, he felt somehow uneasy. "I'm not from Donghuang…"
Zuo Cidian nodded and said, "People of Beijing are very kind to me…"
"I'm not a Beijing citizen." The patient with Colles' fracture became annoyed. "I was sent here by an ambulance. If you guys only treat locals, why did the ambulance send me here?"
"No, we treat everyone." Zuo Cidian immediately defended himself. Judging by the patient's expression, he knew that the patient would definitely file a complaint against him if he did not quickly come up with something suitable to say. This was why Zuo Cidian immediately flashed an earnest expression and started lying. "About this, I've actually been helping my son in rehearsing for a school play. Please don't be angry at me. I've been really busy since I have night shifts too. Moreover, my son's teacher had been rushing me…"
The patient found what Zuo Cidian said relatable. "I know right? Schools nowadays are really horrible. They would give trouble to the parents for no reason at all, coming up with some silly new ideas every day. You know, I only earn a few hundred RMB a day. One day, the school asked all the students' parents to clean up the school compounds. Why would I forgo my meager income just to do something that I'm not responsible for? If I were to participate in the activity, I would even need to take a day off from work. Isn't this ridiculous? I'd rather give them a few hundred RMB."
Never had Zuo Cidian expected that the patient had so much resentment in his heart. He had no way of stopping the patient from babbling away.
A few patients who were receiving fluid transfusion in the emergency room got interested in the conversation too. They started grumbling together with the patient with Colles' fracture.
When Zuo Cidian saw that the patients were chit-chatting among themselves, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. But in the blink of an eye, Zuo Cidian became vigilant again. 'Those who complain about teachers and those who complain about doctors are usually the same kind of people.'
Before he could stop the patients, they had already changed the topic.
"Hey guys, don't you think that hospitals nowadays are really dodgy…"
"I'm still going to complain even though I'm in a hospital right now. Look at the drugs they prescribed to me. I merely suffer from gastroenteritis, but they made me take so many tests. They drew my blood and stuff. In the end, they even prescribed so many drugs to me. I thought that fluid transfusion isn't in trend anymore."
"It's still better for you guys who have a health insurance. I have to foot the bill myself. Oh, by the way, do any of you have ribbons or something?" A buff middle-aged man who looked about fifty years old said. Even though he was muscular, he was soft-spoken, and his voice sounded like music to the ears.
Zuo Cidian walked over with a smile. "Hey, I thought you guys were talking about schools? Uncle, would some bandages do? Is your wrist aching?"
The burly middle-aged man hummed in acknowledgment. He then glanced at Zuo Cidian and said, "You're a pretty friendly doctor, but I don't really like it when you call me 'uncle'. Between you and me, who's actually older?"
"You're older. I saw from your medical record that you're retired, so it's only appropriate for me to call you 'uncle'." Zuo Cidian was very careful with his words and tried his best not to offend anyone. Back when he was working in a town hospital, he had encountered plenty of ill-mannered patients, and whenever he failed to handle one, he would be reprimanded horribly. In Zuo Cidian's opinion, it was easy to appease patients in the city.
Aside from this, he was honing his craft in another hospital's Emergency Department, so it would not be good to cause Donghuang Regional Hospital any trouble.
The burly middle-aged man sized Zuo Cidian up again. He then sighed and said, "Since that's what you say, I'll just treat you as my junior. You know, Doctor Zuo, you should really take care of yourself. If I didn't know that I'm older than you, I would have called you 'uncle' instead."
Zuo Cidian's expression slowly stiffened. "As long as you're happy."
"I'm happy. I'm definitely happy." The burly middle-aged man chuckled.
Zuo Cidian turned in resignation and went to examine the patient with Colles' fracture.
As the infirmary at the Great Wall of China was shabby, he could only carry out a physical examination for the young woman with Colles' fracture. Now that he was working in the hospital, it would be bad faith to not send the patient for an X-ray. He might end up getting sued to the point that he lost everything he had.
Zuo Cidian was busy attending to the newcomer with Colles' fracture. The middle-aged man who had received two strips of bandage was tying them together in a leisurely manner as he lay in the hospital bed.
Soon, the burly middle-aged man had already made two strong knots on the headboard of the hospital bed. He then extended the bandages, forming a circle. He seemed to be testing if the circle was big enough. 
In this very moment, Zuo Cidian was reading the X-ray scans of the patient with Colles' fracture. When he saw what the middle-aged man was doing from afar, he almost had a mental breakdown. 'What the f*ck? Why are you trying to hang yourself and commit suicide in the emergency room? Don't you think that the doctors here are busy enough already? And are you trying to save social resources while you're at it?'
Zuo Cidian rushed toward the middle-aged man at lightning speed. As he was at a loss for words, he yelled, "Don't move!"
The burly middle-aged man extended his hand which was not attached to the fluid transfusion tube into the circle formed by the bandages and did a pull-up. He then slowly lowered his upper body and looked at Zuo Cidian. "I've not trained my chest for quite a few days. The hospital beds here are really sturdy. It won't break."
"This… this wouldn't do either. You're still receiving fluid transfusion." Zuo Cidian slowly left as he spoke. He breathed an internal sigh of relief. 'Fortunately, he didn't turn out to be that much of an idiot.'
Zuo Cidian earnestly treated the last patient with Colles' fracture under Ling Ran's guidance. He then bade farewell to the medical staff members of Donghuang Regional Hospital before boarding the sedan car provided by a pharmaceutical sales representative and heading to the airport with Huo Congjun.
Huo Congjun was in a very good mood, and he talked nonstop as he sat in the front passenger seat.
Ling Ran asked, "Are you done with the conference?"
Huo Congjun chuckled. "Yeah, it was just a small conference. I just had to speak for a bit and participate in a themed forum. All of us sat down and chatted for a while so that younger doctors can draw from our experience, and then the conference ended."
Zuo Cidian whipped out his phone to look at the time. It was not even ten in the morning.
Huo Congjun saw what Zuo Cidian was doing, and he glanced at his watch too. After thinking about it for a few seconds, he added, "The conference started at eight in the morning. A lot of the participants are busy people and have a lot on their plates, anyway, so it's a good thing for them to wake up early too."
Zuo Cidian played along and hummed in acknowledgement.
"The forum was very simple too… Hmm... I merely showed my face there. It didn't really take up much of my time…"
Zuo Cidian nodded a little. This way, they managed to cover up most of the timeline-related loopholes.
Huo Congjun and Zuo Cidian silently communicated for a while. They then put on satisfied expressions and looked at Ling Ran.
"Have you arranged for patients for me to operate on?" When Ling Ran saw that Huo Congjun was looking at him, he asked, "What surgery do most of them need?"
"Most of them need hepatectomy. It's a scheduled surgery, after all. So plenty of patients are receiving traditional treatment as they wait to be operated on." Huo Congjun paused for a moment and asked, "Did you hear what we were talking about just now?"
"About the conference? I thought it has ended?"
"Yeah… by the way, do you need patients who require M-Tang surgery lately? Lu Wenbin said that he wants to carry out M-Tang surgery."
"Yes!" Of course Ling Ran would not say no. Patients got discharged all the time, and since the ward area was empty, he certainly wanted to take in a large number of patients.
Zuo Cidian wriggled uneasily and said in a low voice, "Department Director Huo, can we take in some patients with fractures too? Those with Colles' fracture."
"Sure." Huo Congjun immediately agreed. His favourite thing to do had always been to snatch patients from other departments.


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.

A man in a sheriff's uniform was staring at security camera footage. Benjamin watched the servers disappear one by one within a couple of seconds. As the lead detective in the County; he had no idea how the hell this happened. His first guess was that the footage from the cameras was fake. The servers were already gone and the footage was on a loop. However, all of the students had visited the facility and seen the servers. There were no tunnels underground and no aircraft in the air. He wrote the most ridiculous crime scene report of his life. 

Fortunately, nobody blamed him. The whole town was shocked by what happened. ER games sent an army of private investigators to find the culprit. They stumbled on the same roadblocks as the sheriff's department and placed the investigation on hold. 

Benjamin walked into the chief's office and submitted the report. The police chief looked over the report and frowned. 

" We should classify it as a heist." The chief ordered.

" We do not know what happened. I cannot classify the incident as something that it is not." Benjamin replied. He knew that the chief was being pressured by ER games to classify it as robbery for the sake of insurance money. But he did not think it was a good idea to lie on this particular report. 

The chief sighed " Your right; the FBI regional office called. They will come over to start an investigation. Soon the case will be off our hands." He could not do anything shady about the report now. It looks like his remote County might get famous in the future. He wondered just who stole all the server and how the hell they did it.

Austin, Texas

Michael was sitting in his room while reading the police reports from the incident at the Server farm. He had full access to the Taylor County sheriff department and read all the reports. They had no clue who was behind the incident. Michael was confident that he did not leave any clues behind but he had to make sure. 

The substitute teacher identity was entirely made up. Michael hacked into the school district network and added himself as a verified substitute teacher. Then all he had to do was use his persuasion skill on the principal to convince him to pick Michael for the field trip. Even if the police tried to investigate the identity they would be at a dead end because there was no such person in the world. 

Of course, there was also the risk that the FBI could pick up the investigation. However, Michael was monitoring the FBI database too. He would be the first person to know about all of their findings. Besides, there was nothing to point towards him, so Michael would never end up as a suspect in the first place. 

After verifying that nothing could be traced back to him. Michael turned his attention to the servers he got from ER games. He wanted to use them for his own games; However, the servers were custom built for ER games by Pintel. If he decided to use them, then in the future he would have to maintain them. There was no way he could buy replacement parts from Pintel without alarming them. Therefore, he decided to use the recycle function. The system offered him 550 million credits for the servers; Michael decided to take the offer since it was close to the actual value. 

Michael felt satisfaction when he saw the credit balance increase. However, he wasn't done with ER games. Michael had been thinking about the development of games. With his skills, he could easily make revolutionary games in a couple of days. However, he did not have enough original ideas. So he decided to just use the games developed by ER. Their top games were actually spectacular if you take away the pay to win features. 

Michael started cracking all their games and uploaded them to the game engine. He then overhauled the games giving it a completely new look and changing parts of the storyline. Michael was confident that he changed the games enough to avoid lawsuits. If one compared the two different versions; the developers at ER would look like amateurs compared to Eminence gaming. The judge might even mistakenly think that ER games were the one making cheap ripoffs. 

It took Michael two days to upgrade 15 of the top games developed by ER Games. He was confident that after he released the new versions of the game; ER games would eventually shut down. This way Michael would get his revenge and he could use game ideas that were already popular. Michael took the games to Cindy first to have her make sure that they could avoid copyrights. 

Cindy was 99% sure that the courts would not hold them responsible for copyright violations. That was good enough for Michael. Besides, he was pretty sure that ER games would be busy trying to solve their server crisis. 

Michael handed off the games to Jennifer and told her to release one every month. Of course, each game also had dozens of expansion packs that would keep the games alive for years. 

After dealing with the pile of work that was stacked up in his office. Michael drove to the airport and took a flight to California. He needed to finish what he started and deal with the big boss of ER games. Michael had already hacked Wilfred's phone and was constantly tracking his location. 

Wilfred was lived in a gated community near the Headquarters of ER games. Michael got off the plane and took a Wubur to a store near Wilfred's house. He went into the bathroom and took the camouflage potion. Michael ran as fast as he could to Wilfred's house. The house was built in an estate within the gated community. Fortunately, the neighbors were far enough so that they would not hear any noises. 

Michael used a lockpicking set he bought online and broke into the house. He found Wilfred sleeping in bed. Michael woke Wilfred up after tying him to the chair nearby. 

Michael enjoyed seeing Wilfred's face turn pale when he woke up and realized the situation he was in.

Michael was just an ordinary boy living in modern-day America. He grew up in an orphanage with a bleak future. One day he acquired a mysterious package only to inherit a system. Join Michael as he changes his fate and conquers his destiny; armed with a mysterious system that tries to convince him to take over the world.

This is my first novel so I would appreciate any constructive criticism and support.


This novel will also be posted on RoyalRoad.

Zhuang Nainai saw his figure disappear around the corner. Then, she lowered her head and took out her cellphone, intending to play around with it. However, when she pulled it out, she realized that she hadn't activated international roaming. Thus, she couldn't use her cell phone.
She put her phone away, then started to observe the airport as she was bored.
It was not quite the same as the airports back in China. However, as Zhuang Nainai was observing the interior in her boredom, she saw a figure flash past her from the side. It shocked her! 
Zhuang Nainai patted her chest vigorously, then lowered her head. It was only then that she realized that the bag she had placed by her side was gone!
She hadn't expected that she would bump into a thief! 
Zhuang Nainai's first reaction was to jump to her feet.
She had her passport and identification card in her bag. If she were to let the thief go like this, she would have a lot of trouble getting around as a foreigner.
Without thinking, she chased after the thief!
"Stop right there!" Zhuang Nainai shouted in Mandarin. The thief turned around to look at her and stuck out his tongue at her. He said something in English, which Zhuang Nainai could not comprehend.
Zhuang Nainai was furious. "Stop and return my bag!"
When the police officers in the airport heard this, they picked up their walkie-talkies and started calling out to the surrounding bystanders. 
At this moment, Zhuang Nainai had caught up with the thief. The thief deliberately slowed down to taunt her. He licked his lips and spouted a whole string of English words. Although Zhuang Nainai still couldn't understand him, she recognized the tone and knew that he was hurling profanities at her. Zhuang Nainai took hold of her bag and was intending to snatch it from his grasp when the thief loosened his grip on it, then reached out toward her chest! 
Zhuang Nainai was so angry that she clenched her fist and punched him without thinking!
She aimed her punch in an area that would leave an excruciating amount of pain, then poked at his eyes. Whilst the thief was trying to fend off her attack, Zhuang Nainai snatched her bag from him, then started to hit him with it. 
This thief was rotten to the core!
As Zhuang Nainai continued hitting him with her bag, the police officers rushed to the scene and started talking.
The thief was on the ground, cowering and protecting his head. He said something in English with a regional accent. Zhuang Nainai couldn't make out what he was saying.
She stopped hitting him, then opened her bag to check if all her things were safely inside. They were, and it was only then that she could rest assured. She then kept her bag close to her and turned around, intending to walk away. However, the police officers stopped her from leaving.
They spoke to her in English, but to Zhuang Nainai, it was nothing but a string of gibberish.
Zhuang Nainai was speechless.
What were they trying to say to her?!
She stared at the police officers dazedly, who were trying to communicate with her through body language. Then, she said in haltering English, "He… thief, let me go."
The police officers stared at her, then shook their heads.
Zhuang Nainai thought to herself, Damn!
What did the police officers mean? Why were they shaking their heads and refusing to let her go?
Zhuang Nainai anxiously glanced around, hoping to find Si Zhengting. However, this airport was really huge, and she had been chasing after the thief for quite a while. She had no idea where Si Zhengting was.
She suddenly thought of Si Zhengting's mobile number and her eyes lit up. Then, she said to the police officers, "Mobile phone."
The police officers continued to shake their heads at her.
Zhuang Nainai was getting annoyed. They didn't want to let her go and they weren't allowing her to seek help from others as well. What did they want from her, then?!


He's the heir of the Imperial Group, ruthless and calculating. Yet, he dotes on his wife so much. 

"Hubby, I'm thinking of getting a pet. What do you think is good?"

"You are the pet."

"…"

"Hubby, is a rose or peony prettier?"

"You are the prettiest."

"…"

Zhuang Nainai: …Can you say something constructive?

One day, someone asks him, "Why are you always the one bowing your head first when you quarrel with her?"

Si Zhengting: "Because I'm 185 cm, and she's 165 cm. When am I not the first to bow my head?"

In short, this is a black-bellied CEO who dotes on his wife in every way you could think of and tries his best to build a family after marriage by baking a little bun baby.
 


Yun Xiangxiang did her best for "University dream", but she honestly didn't know what the effect would be when it was broadcast.
The topic of this film was very unpopular. People nowadays liked comedy films that would let them relax and unwind.
After chatting with them for a while, they all went to tend to their own affairs. Among the four, Fang Nanyuan should be the most popular now. Fang Nanyuan used his outstanding appearance to act in a young idol drama. It was very popular when it was broadcast at the end of last year.
When Yun Xiangxiang came back from Sichuan Province, Song Meng chattered away to her. The drama that Wei Shanshan acted as second heroine got had average reception. Neither she nor the drama stirred up much discussion.
Yi Yan's film was outstanding. Unfortunately, his role was the third male protagonist. Since the third male protagonist's role was different in the film compared to the drama, his screen time was very little. He didn't have much opportunity to show his talent, so his career didn't have much growth as a result.
However, even though Brilliant Entertainment was the younger rising generation, due to its financial strength, it was more resourceful than Soaring Media that Yi Yan was contracted to.
Furthermore, Brilliant Entertainment had not ambassador yet and they were willing to invest heavily on newcomers. Hence, Wei Shanshan and Fang Nanyuan had better prospects than Yi Yan.
Han Jing went to pick up Yun Xiangxiang, Song Meng, and Li Xiangling personally when they reached the airport. It was apparent how much she favored Yun Xiangxiang and she was also kind to the friends that Yun Xiangxiang brought along. 
Han Jing didn't even let them stay at a hotel and brought them directly back to her own house.
It was a luxurious villa. Song Meng, who watched the gossip news gripped onto Yun Xiangxiang tightly, "According to the media, this villa is worth this amount."
Song Meng who had excitement written all over her face, held up two fingers. It was definitely not as simple as twenty million.
Yun Xiangxiang was a person from many circles in her past life. Even though she never paid attention to the interrelated news, seeing the villa with a flower garden, pool and ball court, how would she not know its value in her heart?
Han Jing originally planned to arrange a guest room each for the three of them, but Song Meng strongly requested that she wanted to be in the same room as Li Xiangling. Han Jing also arranged it generously.
Han Jing liked Song Meng as well, as she was cheerful and open-minded. Li Xiangling, on the other hand, was quiet and looked very elegant. She had excellent impressions of them.
Han Jing didn't plan on going out after returning home. She seemed very carefree and changed into a loose silk nightdress. Putting on an overcoat, she put the script in front of Yun Xiangxiang, "Have a look."
Song Meng and Li Xiangling didn't know that Yun Xiangxiang was here to pick up a job and thought they were only here to go sightseeing, then going to the film festival with Han Jing. Both of them had never seen a script before and curiously went to see it together. Since Han Jing gave it to Yun Xiangxiang in front of them, there was nothing to hide.
However, as soon as Song Meng saw traditional Chinese she moved her gaze away. Li Xiangling curiously glanced for a while but soon looked away as well.
Different regional cultures naturally led to the difference in the nature of the script. Yun Xiangxiang also felt a little lost seeing this kind of traditional Chinese, as she was used to seeing simplified Chinese. In particular, it was slightly different in comparison to the Hong Kong style dialogue.
However, it didn't prevent Yun Xiangxiang from reading the story. Instead, she was very interested.
It wasn't an unimportant character. To be precise, it was the main heroine. The name of the film was "Justice and Selflessness."
It could have been mistaken as a police film by listening to the name, but it was not. It was a film about questioning education.
The role that Yun Xiangxiang had was the daughter of the male protagonist. There were no questionable ethics here.
The reason why the daughter was the main heroine and the father was the main protagonist was because the father was the senior chief inspector. However, the main villain that made the police force feel fearful and headache was the daughter, whose script was in Yun Xiangxiang's hands.
The beginning of the story was about Xu Kang's promotion to become the chief inspector. On the second day of becoming the chief inspector, a murder case appeared.
The deceased was a regular female teacher. This teacher lived alone and died at home. There were only her fingerprints at the crime scene.
When she died, she was wearing a beautiful red evening dress, sitting on the sofa quietly. There was a bottle of red wine on the coffee table, and there was one third of the wine in the cup. The reports showed that she died of alcohol poisoning. However, the wine she consumed was nowhere near enough to cause alcohol poisoning. They could only wait for the forensic report to determine the cause of her death.
The female teacher stayed in a normal community area. The surveillance cameras were not complete. There was no movement above or below; she died very quietly.
After the police returned to the station after having collected the evidence, one of the members from the same team received a photo. The photo was of the female deceased when they went in and saw. The female deceased looked very strange in the photo.
It was an empty number when they called it. The police couldn't find even trace it. It publicly sent the photo of the deceased to the law enforcer's mobile phone. This was basically a slap in the face to the police! The police immediately formed a team, and naturally, it included the people who received the photo.
This was the first murder case for the Chief Inspector. Naturally, Xu Kang wanted to supervise it personally.
That night, before the police could even figure out any clues, the second murder occurred. The deceased was a star with a little popularity. She died in her villa, also wearing a ceremonious red gown, sitting elegantly on the living room sofa. There was a bottle of red wine on the coffee table with one third of the cup remaining. There were traces of two people in the room. One was the deceased, the other was a male friend of the deceased.
The determined cause of death was still alcohol poisoning. When they returned to the police station, not surprisingly, another member of the investigating team received a photo. It was a photo of the deceased female star.
An ordinary female teacher, and a star with a little popularity. The two people had no connection. This put the police station in a terrible state.
Furthermore, this incident caused social panic which put the police station under unprecedented pressure. They had not even found the relationship between the first two victims when the third murder case occurred.
This time, the victim wasn't a woman. It was an ordinary worker with a family. He was wearing a decent suit, sitting on the dilapidated sofa of his own home. It looked comical. On the table was an opened bottle of high grade red wine with one third of the cup remaining. The cause of death was, again, alcohol poisoning.
When the police collected the evidence and returned to the police station, a third person from the team received a message. The photo captured the moment of the man's death.
Not only did this murderer easily kill three people of different identities and genders, but also knew the phone number of the police officers like the back of their hand!
The murder method could be said to be extremely gentle without a single drop of blood. All of the people murdered had high grade red wine and exquisite dresses. It indicated that the murderer's family background was well off.


Yun Xiangxiang was a well-regarded celebrity in her previous life. 
This life, she wants to be a proper actor. 
Have a good reputation, rather have nothing than everything and not rely on the words from her fans. The products are quality. Firmly plant her own feet to the ground and only rely on herself to take the throne, step by step. 
Yet, she accidentally got entangled with a world-class big shot.
Ever since then, the world-class big shot followed her on Weibo. He would gift her advanced technological goods for protection. Create rings that no one else can wear but her. He would glorify her family name so he can go through fire to watch over. 
Until he finally embraced her, "It's too dangerous for you. You can only be safe if you become my wife." 
Yun Xiangxiang: ...


This is a personal collection for my own use.

"Have you been waiting long? Terribly sorry for my lateness. The traffic, you understand," the director of administration hurriedly explained himself as he sat down with Hee-bong Yang, a journalist for the Inpyeong Daily newspaper. "Oh, it's no problem," answered Yang, "I just got here as well. Apparently, there's some construction going on. A split pavement, from what I've heard." And so, the two shook hands.

Hee-bong Yang was in charge of the politics section of the regional newspaper, though in a city like Inpyeong, that meant that he took care of practically everything. Considering the fact that welfare services greatly increased the overall quality of life, most regional communities (including Inpyeong) were more than willing to cooperate with organizations. This was especially true in the field of childcare, where favorable liaisons between childcare facilities and regional organizations are a must.

"For example," said the director, "field trips to local museums are mainly to preserve the history and culture of specific regions. We can then expect an increase in interest towards history and its connections to today's society."
"Hmm." reporter Yang answered idly. "I suppose, yes. They do have their value, whether from an educational perspective or a societal one."

Though Yang's reaction had been far from enthusiastic, the director made no mention of it. After all, this topic had been more of an opening statement, a sort of appetizer for the more important discussion to be had. And so, the director continued talking.

"If we were to increase the productivity of regional welfare facilities and advertise more efficient programs, it would help to improve the community's reputation and also bring some profit, since we could obtain funds for expanding our welfare services. But in the case of our current issue… I've found that it's quite different."
"Yes," answered Yang. "it really is. I almost didn't notice myself."
"Ah, so you already knew of this."
Yang lifted his glass to eye-level before speaking again. "Indeed. Actually, there was a small… incident, so to speak, that went almost unnoticed. Normally, our staff would have caught wind of it right away, but they seem to have hidden it well." He observed the swirling amber liquid in his glass, admiring the light as it refracted off the faceted crystal, and downed the whole thing at once.

"Could you elaborate?" asked the director, refilling the reporter's glass. Perhaps it was due to the lighting of the room, but Yang's eyes looked rather sharp. In other words, he looked quite ill-tempered.
"The incident itself wasn't really a big deal. Just another case of embezzlement."
"… Then I suppose it's the people involved that are a big deal. Whether it's the perpetrator or the victim."

Yang swirled his glass, making sure that the liquid and the ice mixed properly. The true flavor of the drink shone when it was cold. Or so he believed. "A relative of the mayor's. Mother's side. He could have just shrugged it off as a distant cousin, but they seem to be quite close, surprisingly. The prosecution apparently found a connection between the two. Well, I guess the whole thing can be summarized as the mayor trying to defend an embezzler."
"Well, but how--"
"'How is this related to the institute,' is it?" Yang smirked. "It's in three weeks, isn't it? Well, the court hearing starts on Monday next month, but they needed a connection to the judge before that. Then you may wonder, why not meet privately? Why the big flashy show? That's because the mayor is running for the next term. So, naturally, he has quite a few reporters following him around. Imagine what would happen if they were to catch him pressuring people here and there to keep things quiet. Not to mention how many eyes and ears there are in restaurants or even places like this. So, he chose to blow things up rather than risk being accused of bribery. It's a thin line between official and casual."
"But, Mr. Yang, how do you--"
"How do I know all this? The mayor's people told me."
"Excuse me?"
"I mean, how else would someone like me be able to sit here with someone like you? Thanks to our outstanding lawmakers, none of the important people are allowed to treat me to meals or send me gifts anymore. It's only thanks to the mayor's relative getting into trouble that I'm finally getting my fair share."

The director was speechless, but the reporter went on, regardless.

"Do you understand why I'm telling you all this?"
"To be honest, I do not."
"Director… I heard that you're in Board Director Jeong's faction?"

The director of administration choked on his drink. The reporter calmly offered him a napkin and picked up where he had left off. "Well, Jeong's faction also has some ties with the mayor's. What a close-knit community, huh?"

Close-knit? Community? No, this was nothing more than a messy tangle of webs, all intertwined. The more you struggled to free yourself, the more you'd be ensnared. With each struggle, new webs would be made to replace the broken ones. For now, the director of administration had no idea how much money the relative had embezzled, or how involved the mayor was, or how many people were being pressured by him, or how much money had been spent and how much would be spent. The director had no idea, and he knew it'd be best to remain in the dark.

To make things more confusing, he received a call from Board Director Jeong as soon as he left the meeting with the reporter. The call didn't entail much. He was not to worry about the chairman of the institute, but it was imperative that he cooperated with the court.

Truth always weighed heavy, and surely enough, the phone he had shoved in his pocket began to feel very, very cumbersome.

****

Lucid immersed himself in his studies for quite a long time, to the point that he did little else at all. He was constantly reading, not only in class, but also through all his free time. Some teachers even worried that he was developing an addiction. Whenever he had any free time, he would read an encyclopedia. It was a fun read, separated as it was by topics, but most importantly, it helped him with his magic research. It hadn't been long, but he had almost succeeded in forming a figura (image materialization) for four different magics.
However, he hadn't been able to fully materialize any of them, likely due to his lack of knowledge about properties. Attempting to form an image based only on appearance resulted in vague, dark silhouettes. The reason materialization magic was so difficult was exactly due to this issue: one needed extensive knowledge about an object to be able to recreate it. Thinking of it, Pincheno's skill in materializing water signified his prowess as a sorcerer.

"I dedicated my life to it. To this magic." The old man had told Lucid. "And still, I couldn't do it. But one day it came to me. Diapho. That's when I succeeded. It was truly like a miracle."

What Lucid had realized from reading was that if it hadn't been for that sudden moment of awareness, of diapho, he would have never been able to materialize fire as he had. Though he hadn't known the proper terms, he had had a vague understanding of combustion, oxidation, and flammability, and that knowledge had been the source of his success. Now, at least as far as fire was concerned, he knew properties better than anyone else. And through the books he had read, he had learned about combustion as a reaction, about flammability, and even about changes in color due to refractions in the light.

Still, analyzing physical properties was an arduous task, and his ignorance in the field of scientific theories meant that there weren't many objects he could properly form a figura of. Lucid hoped that he would be able to do so soon, as long as he continued to read and fill the gaps in his knowledge. He closed the book he had been reading and stood up.

Monday. The day of the field trip had finally arrived.

The bus sent by the court, big enough to sit 35 people, pulled up to the institute, which was abuzz since early morning. The children got on the bus one by one, all while maintaining an orderly line. One instructor and two supervisors joined them on the bus, while the chairman and the executive secretary decided to follow on their personal vehicles. As for the director of administration, he remained behind to take care of some paperwork. He wouldn't be missing much, as even the chairman would be returning right after taking a few pictures for the press.

"Myeong-su, sit up straight. Jihye, you're a middle schooler now! What will the younger children think of you? Myeong-su is learning all this from you!"

Truth to be told, Myeong-su was doing as he pleased, rather than copying someone else, but there was no need to tell the teacher of this. There wasn't a person on the bus, let alone the institute, who didn't know.

Lucid sat at his seat, perfectly still, and read his book, titled "Physics in Daily Life." He had borrowed it from a middle schooler, but it was so clean and unused that Lucid was a bit nervous to dirty it. Besides (and rather obviously), Lucid had no idea what he was reading half the time. It was much too difficult for him to understand, but he read along anyway, firm in the belief that it would come to help him later. The only reason he had chosen this book was because of Praete. After learning from the encyclopedia that the act of slipping was due to "friction," he had realized that phenomenon magic was deeply tied to physics as a science. However, he lacked the knowledge to fully understand the study, so he just read and read, hoping to at least memorize the contents.

No one interrupted Lucid when he read. Ever since the incident, people had begun to keep their distance from the boy. Children, ever perceptive of their surroundings, had sensed that there was something dangerous about him, while the adults couldn't bring themselves to cheer up the suddenly somber boy, even out of a sense of duty. Truthfully speaking, the prejudice against children raised in institution played a rather big role in Lucid being ignored by surrounding adults.

Still, everything had an exception. And surely enough, Myeong-su stayed by Lucid's side.

"Come on, plaster face. Time to get off! We're here!"

Myeong-su was the first one off the bus, and he stretched his hands out towards the sky dramatically, as if leaving the institute was some sort of great freedom he had obtained. Looking at him, so excited as he was, Lucid couldn't help but smile.

<Crescendo (3)> End

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

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

How will the boy try to survive?

What kind of life will the boy live?

In hindsight, I should have expected it.
The SCR Festival is a designer exhibition and half the reason people go to such exhibitions is to see and mingle with the designers. If the designer released a new design, then it was widely expected that the designer would give a speech during the unveiling. In theory, the designer is supposed to detail the process and thinking behind the design but the content of the speech wasn't really that important. It hardly unusual for designers to just shamelessly plug their products while on stage. The audience just want to hear from the designers.
So with twenty-twenty hindsight, I should have known that I would be giving a speech. This was even my first public exhibition, so of course Jaya would want me to give a speech! I didn't.
That was on me. That was my mistake. Now I never consider myself a stereotypical reclusive designer who was more comfortable with machinery than people, but public speaking just isn't my forte. So faced with public speaking in front of hundreds of people, I did the only thing I could; I begged my good friend Jaya to cancel my speech.
My ruthless soon-to-be-former friend just laughed at my patheticness.
I fully admit that I was pathetic but I don't care. It's better to be pathetic than to lose face on stage. What can I say? I may only be half-Asian but as a man who grew up in Singapore, face is important.
With no way out of the speech, I set out to prepare for it as well as I could. Before I got to Thailand, I was thinking of spending the night walking around the night market and doing some shopping but instead of sight-seeing, I was stuck in my hotel night preparing for a speech I dread. I could only sighed deeply at my misfortune. Luckily with help from the Solar net, I managed to cobble together something that I believe wouldn't be too outright embarrassing and then I went to bed.
After a night of restless sleep, I got up early and after a quick breakfast with Howard, we headed to the festival. The Oriental Earth Group was going to have a grand opening of the SCR Festival and Jaya wanted me there for the photo op. I had no good reason to reject the suggestion so I put on my best suit and was at Nonthaburi Oriental Airport bright and early.
Even though I arrived well before the opening, I found that I was not alone. Despite the early hour, the airport terminal was packed but we avoided the crowd as we didn't have to register to enter the festival ground. Our registration yesterday was still good and my cybernetics just have to log our presence with the festival servers to gain entrance. Even with the registration, we couldn't just fly to the booth and had to park our vehicle before using one of the festival hoverbuggy to enter the grounds. Failure to do so would have activated the festival security and I had no wish to get shot out of the sky.
I and Howard headed straight to the booth of The Fat Tinkerer where Jaya was waiting. Howard immediately entered the Trackbot-P. The three of us had discussed this beforehand and decided to kill two birds with one stone by having Howard in one of my Battlesuits. Not only was this a good security measure, it also works as a walking advertisement for The Fat Tinkerer. As the most famous of my creations, picking the Trackbot-P was a no-brainer and as my security consultant, Howard had used all my Battlesuits on several occasions. He smoothly activated the track mode of the Trackbot-P and drove to the stage where the opening ceremony would be held. Jaya and I followed behind in hoverbuggy.
It was a smooth quick ride that ended at the controlled chaos of the festival stage. Located just after the airport terminal, the crowd near the stage was massive as everyone was awaiting the opening ceremony. The Oriental Earth Group had stationed two mechs and numerous guards to maintain order but we still had to go through the crowd to get to the stage. Howard and the Trackbot-P proved invaluable here.
Howard slowed down but he didn't stop and kept moving forward. This inevitably cleared a path for us. Howard didn't have to be rough with the crowd. People took a look at the Trackbot's weapons and got out of the way. The three of us got to the stage without trouble and Jaya signaled me to get up on stage. Leaving Howard and Jaya behind, I obediently did so and joined the twenty plus other designers already there.
Although there were more than thirty people on stage, I could easily tell who the designers were. They were the cyborgs who were looking uncomfortable in their jackets and trousers. Tradition dictate that designers need to look their best when they attend formal designing events like the SCR Festival so all of the designers were wearing suits. Not Battlesuit but men's wear comprising of a jacket and trousers. Needless to say, grease monkeys like us were less than comfortable in them but we were at least fortunate enough to escape the ties. The weather in South-East Asia make ties very uncomfortable.
Still, tradition need to be observed so I tried to be as comfortable as possible in my American-styled suit. With my girth, I could hardly choose British or Italian right? Although the ceremony haven't started, several visitors and industry reporters were already taking photos of the designers on stage. I gave them my best smile and silently pray to any god listening that I could survive the day. Luckily I didn't have to wait too long before the ceremony began.
The guards near the stage cleared a path from the airport terminal to the stage and stood at attention in two rows facing each other. Some catchy Thai song began playing through the loudspeakers and a group of people began walking to the stage. As if on cue, cheers rang out and camera flashes. I didn't need anyone to tell me these are the senior executives of the Oriental Earth Group. All of them were trying their best to look serious and important, and they even slow down to take in the cheers. It was so pretentious I wanted to puke.
"Step on it already."
I heard the murmuring of the designer beside me and couldn't help but smile at him. He was a man after my own heart. He noticed my smile and ruefully smile back.
"Nam Yong-Sun"
A Korean name! I was slightly surprised that there were Koreans at the festival. I thought the SCR Festival was a regional event. One look at him though and I could see why he was invited. Like almost all the designers on stage, Nam was a cyborg but instead of the latest cybernetics, he was sporting a pair of clockwork legs. I knew I was shaking the hand of a true enthusiast.
"Tobias Wong."

Tobias Wong is a man with secrets. 
He dreams of being a Battlesuit Designer.
He does not hate the government.
And his father is a supervillain.
Then one day, his absent father left him another. A secret so big and powerful, it would change his life forever.
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This is the unedited draft of the story. There is a published version of this novel on Amazon. Thanks

<<[Mission: Culinary Initiative] completed.

'Cooking' skill =>+0.1,
'Organization' skill => +0.005

Congratulations on a successful meal.>>

It seemed as though the carving was not required to consider the meal completed, for which Michael was grateful.

"What smells so good?" Michael's father said in an overly exaggerated way, a big grin on his face. 

"It's dinner, Dad. Sorry it's not pizza," Michael responded, a little nervous. 

"Don't be sorry just yet - wait til we taste it first!" his mom said as she walked through the door. His sisters came down from upstairs upon hearing their parents' voices, and went to sit down at the table.

His father quickly carved up the chicken, and set it on the platter Michael had put next to the rack. Michael watched his father intently during the process, so he would feel more confident the next time he needed to do so.

Soon, they were all digging into the fruits of Michael's efforts. "You know, it's not pizza, but this is pretty good!" his sister Lou commented. "It'd be even better if there was gravy, but the chicken's pretty juicy! So are the veggies."

"Of course," Michael groaned and smacked himself in the forehead. "I forgot about the gravy."

"You can use the trimmings from the veggies, along with the giblets and the bones, to make a good gravy - or a stock!" Michael's mother added helpfully. "But overall, an excellent job, especially for your first try doing the whole thing! It'll certainly help with some of the nights where your father and I are stuck late, or have to leave early, to have someone else helping out. Who knows - once they get a bit older, maybe we can get your sisters into the rotation, too!"

"Thanks for nothing, Michael," Anne joked as she went back for more veggies. 

As the dinner continued, Michael had the idea to ask his parents if they had any books on world history, or any books on maps. Since the System seemed to be leery about using the WorldNet to perform the searches, and he had a limit on the number of non class-specific books he could take out from the library, he decided to start at home.

"Sure! Can I ask what spurred the sudden interest?" his mother responded. Michael explained about his Latin class and his Computers project, and wanting to respect the concept of not using a computer for it outside of class. He reasoned that getting additional background information that would help direct his research without actually being referenced in the project would probably be okay - all of the actual work would still be done in class, it would just be like he was working on a topic that he was more familiar with, anyway.

"That sounds a bit like splitting hairs, if you ask me," his father interjected, "but I suppose you're following the letter of the requirements, if not the spirit. Which is actually kind of clever. Oh, by the way, I found my old copy of the Fundamentals of Reading after you'd mentioned it - if you want to hold onto it after you have to return the school's copy, you're welcome to." Michael eagerly thanked his dad for the loan, and dinner proceeded happily.
---

Since Michael had made all of dinner tonight, he was excused from the cleaning up. He had planned on taking some of the chicken for lunch tomorrow, but was shocked to discover that there was nothing left! It seemed like his first full meal was quite popular, after all...

Bringing his new pile of books down to the basement, Michael set them all on an empty space on one of his shelves. He didn't want to disturb the orderly space he had created, or the associated bonuses. That done, he decided to quickly pull up what open missions he still had.

<<Existing Missions:

[Mission: Status Check]
[Mission: Road to a Healthy Body (1/7)]
[Mission: Take it for a Spin]
[Mission: Latin Homework]
[Mission: English Homework]
[Mission: Regional Games]

[Extra Credit: History of the World]>>

Looking at the time, Michael had just over two hours before he should get ready for bed. He figured he might as well plow through as much of the Fundamentals as he could in advance of tackling the reading for his Latin and English homework, which he had decided to tackle after he could leverage the improved skills he was building through advancing his understanding of Reading. He sat down at his work desk with the Fundamentals and activated the use of Enhanced Focus he had gained.

---

<<[Mission: Take it for a Spin] complete. 

Intelligence-??? => +0.001
Intelligence-??? => +0.001
Willpower-??? => +0.001
Willpower-??? => +0.001
'Reading' skill => +1. Reading upgraded to Level 2. Active Ability 'Enhanced Focus: Reading' unlocked.

'Fundamentals of Reading' Complete. 
Foundational Reading List (Tier 0) Complete. 
Foundational Reading List (Tier 1) Unlocked.

[Mission: English Homework] updated. Please check details for further information.>>

Michael leaned back from his desk, his eyes closed in a contented look, the contents of his reading permeating through his mind and consolidating his new awareness. "This is such a better way to read and study in the future. It really makes sense to be the foundation of the rest of the reading targets. I really want to read more now, but..." Michael's voice trailed off as he looked at the time. 10:15 - about 15 minutes to get washed up and ready for bed if he wanted to get 8 hours of sleep - not the 9 the system had mentioned last night, but he had really wanted to get this mission finished up. 

He got up, put the copy of 'Fundamentals' from school back in has bag, and went up to the powder room off the kitchen to brush his teeth. His mom was once again working away at the kitchen table, but he decided not to disturb her as he returned to the basement. Finally he set himself in front of the mirror and told the system to check his Status.

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Name: Michael Prout
Age: 14
D.O.B: Sextilis 31
Overall Level: 1

Base Statistics:
Physique: 8
Intelligence: 11
Willpower: 8
Presence: 10

Disciplines:
Student - Secondary I
Tinker - Amateur I
Performer - Amateur I
Labourer - Amateur I
Housekeeper - Amateur I
Cook - Amateur I

Unlocked Skills:
Organization - Tier 0
Reading - Tier 2
Algebra - Tier 2
Cooking - Tier 2
Chemistry - Tier 1
Cleaning - Tier 1

Titles:

Dedicated Student (3%)
Limit Pusher (3%)
Opportunist (1%)
Doesn't Have to be Told Twice (2%)

Active Abilities:
"Cooking Assistant" mode:
- Timers
- Steps
- Guide-lines
Enhanced Focus: Reading (Level 1)
---------------------

"Great - a bit of progress. Why doesn't it look like my stats have increased, though? And what's Level 1 mean next to the Enhanced Focus: Reading?"

<<Subject's stats are an average of all underlying factors and skills. The progress Subject has made is not yet sufficient to update those averages. Level 1 Enhanced Focus provides you with 1 hour of enhanced focus time while performing the associated skill, and has a 12 hour cool-down.>>

"So if I time it right, I can use it for 2 hours every 24 hours. Or I can use it for an hour twice. This is handier than the required 2 hour block from the first time. Very cool! Thanks, System."

<<You're welcome. [Mission: Status Check] complete. Subject has been rewarded with Basic Enhancement Package (1/4).>>

With that, Michael turned in for the night and had the System wake him up at 6:30 the following morning. He wouldn't get the full amount of recommended sleep, but he would still do pretty well, and he wouldn't be as rushed in the morning. He could continue to adjust his time as things went on.

---

6:30AM, September 3rd, 2000 CE

<<Subject has awoken. Displaying missed notifications:

Physique-??? => +0.004
Physique-??? => +0.002
Physique-??? => +0.002
Intellect-??? => +0.0005
Intellect-??? => +0.001

Existing Missions:

[Mission: Road to a Healthy Body (1/7)]
[Mission: Latin Homework]
[Mission: English Homework]
[Mission: Regional Games]

[Extra Credit: History of the World]>>

"Great! Even better than yesterday morning. Is that because I exercised more yesterday?"

<<Correct. That, combined with proper nutrition, allowed the Subject's recovery and growth to improve. Further improvements to exercise and nutrition will allow Subject's growth to increase even further.>>

"Great. If I want to do well in the games, I imagine that's going to be a must. Do you have any way to help me with that?"

<<Subject should focus on the current targets first. System will construct a better exercise and nutrition plan as time goes by. A proper survey of available ingredients and resources would assist with this.>>

"Got it. I'll see what I can do about that. First things first, though," Michael concluded as he made his way over to the exercise space.

It's the turn of the 21st century in a world not unlike our own. 14 year-old Michael wakes up on the first day of high school with a nosebleed, a splitting headache, and the voice of someone claiming to be him from a number of years in the future in his head!

"We could have been, and we need to be, better... so, congratulations, I'm sorry, and good luck!"

Stuck with a somewhat overbearing voice in his head that seems hell-bent on ruining his life, Michael will have to survive such ordeals as... doing well in school, eating right, exercising and... learning demonic contract law? Stay tuned to find out!

After Ran entered the train, Aseem called Zaw. Zaw picked up the call in an instant and Aseem updated the status for him.
"Have you got any news about Ram ?", Aseem asked Zaw out of curiosity.
"No..We won't be able to get any info about him. The only thing that we know so far is he is just safe and sound", he replied calmly.
"Why don't we get a tracking Ram's family since Ziyi cares a lot about them", Aseem asked feeling irritated.
"Do you think it's very easy to get a cross enabled GPS tracking device very easily ? So far, Ziyi has only one device. That too she uses it only on Mishu,which is extremely strange", Zaw sighed.

Zaw always wondered why does Ziyi never use it for herself? Of all the people, Ziyi is the one, who is prone to the maximum level of threats. She always risks her life to protect the people.Though Zaw suggested to get an additional cross enabled GPS, Icey was worried that it may fluctuate occasionally resulting in missing the accurate location.These cross enabled GPS tracking systems are so tiny that can work even if there is no internet. It absorbs the solar energy and its battery lasts for more than 96 hours even in the absence of sunlight. An electronic device that can help you locate without any data is just amusing.Though all ACE team members use RFIDs for tracking, they are nothing than when compared with this cross enabled devices. It was connected directly through the satellite communication and helps you to detect a person even in extreme freezing temperatures or inside the deep sea.

"Hmm, I know. Ziyi's world revolves around Mishu. Occasionally, I wonder, if Ziyi is the mother of Mishu....Ha ha ha", Aseem laughed.

Even Zaw joined in his laughter. Then he gave the necessary instructions to Aseem and ended the call.

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After travelling for a long time, the private jet in which Ram was abducted, made an announcement for the landing. Having his hands tied and eyes blindfolded, Ram could only sit tight wondering which country's airport is he going to land !! In a few minutes,the jet landed successfully and two guards assisted him in getting down from the plane. Ram was walking slowly trying to hear for any announcements to be made.But unknown to him, the jet was landed on a private island,which had a mini airport operating 15 private jets. The two guards sensed Ram's anxiety and said, "No matter how much you reckon, you can't hear any other sound because this is a private airport on our boss private island.So, even if you want to ask for airport police for any assistance, it's of no use." haughtily.

Ram was taken by surprise listening to the guard's words. How rich is this man to own a private airport. Usually, the rich heirs he know, only owns some private jets. But managing an airport just for a single person's sake, how rich is he !! No matter, how much ever he think, Ram doesn't have any idea where and when he offended someone that rich.But from the way they treated him so far, Ram was sure that they aren't after his life. So, he decided to wait patiently for the things to unfold ..

**************************************************

Zhang Wei on the other end was giggling at Ziyi's nickname. My goodness..!! How can someone sleep for 27 hours?? Jiang Chen can barely sleep 10% of what she sleeps. He started reading her other information. After reading the first 20 pages, suddenly, his eyes noticed a gap in her university exactly 5 years ago.Though, the details are not elaborately mentioned, he could remember that this period matches with Ziyi's disappearance. The reason was mentioned as an accident and she underwent two major surgeries for one of which Ram was the attending physician. Why didn't Jiang Chen see this information ? How did he conclude that she is not his Ziyi before reading the last page?

For five long years, without giving upon a single day, he searched for her !!

To Jiang Chen,the only heir of Jiang group, she is an obsession. He couldn’t understand the reason why his best friend, cut off all the contacts without any reason. Her leaving was a nightmare and he couldn’t sleep well from the day she left.

As a miracle, he met her in the UK. 

To Zhang Zhiyi, Jiang Chen was always her unrequited first love. A man for whom was willing to give up her everything turned into an enemy. At present she even hates to breathe the same air if he is within the vicinity.

A story of two childhood best friends, grown with a strong bond of affection turned into two adults who hate each other.

Little Ziyi proposed little Jiang Chen when she was three years. 

Ziyi: “I love you”
Chen: “I am too small to give you love now. When I become an adult, I will give you all the love in this world"

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Chen: “Be ready at tomorrow morning. We will go to Civil Affairs Bureau to register marriage"
Ziyi: “No way. I won’t”
Chen: “I didn't ask for your permission. This is just an information”
Ziyi: “I will marry in your dreams”

Chen leaned forward and saying, "I have no interest in virtual marriages. But if you insist, I will sleep here to marry in dreams"

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The next day he dragged her to Civil affairs Bureau to get red book and the first thing he did after marriage was sleeping for 22 hours continuously !!!!

A story that blends love-hate relationship and mirrors friendship and portraying college life with decent twists, is on its way. Hope you all will enjoy it. This is my first novel and pardon me if there are any errors

note: The cover page of this book does not belong to me.. It's just a picture, I found in google

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