What will happen if the past meets the future? A happy ending or sad ending?

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

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

Release schedule: The story is finished.

Alan had lots of work on Sunday hence he kept himself busy in the study room as two girls and two boys created a hell lot of mess in the living hall fighting with each other to decide the picnic spot for next weekend followed by Aria teaching them a few subjects clearing their doubts.
When Alan went downstairs, Aria was beating Rian for not understanding a simple problem even after the eighth time because his mood was on his mobile flirting with a girl.
All greeted Alan and Aria treated him as invisible like previous days.
When Aria wasn't there, Noah pushed a school gossip to Alan when he sat down holding a tab. "Brother Alan, from the day you took care of Arrie in front of all, there are rumors in school that the Prince stole our Goddess."
Aria was drinking water from the bottle walking towards the living hall, choked on it, and coughed very badly until she ended up moistening her eyes. 
Eva tended to her controlling her smile, Alan kept his eyes on Aria's red face until she calmed down and chased Noah for tittle-tattling.
"Noah, are you a man? Why are you gossipping nonsense?"
Eva and Rian were rolling on the floor hearing Noah but all froze hearing Alan's question even though he knew the answer, "Who are the prince and the goddess?"
Aria coughed lightly and took a vase to her hand threatening her friends to keep their mouth shut which was successful but Alan answered his question making three to roll on the floor.
"I'm the prince and President Cooper is the goddess. So I stole President Cooper."
Aria gritted her teeth but didn't care to look at him whose gaze was on her. "You three, don't come to me asking for my help. Go to your Livid Prince. Hmph."
Rian was the only one who dared to continue laughing even after seeing dark-faced Alan. The other two lowered their heads and sat quietly.
Fuming Alan left for the study room soon.
After dinner, Noah and Eva left soon. Tired Rian went to his room. Aria sat in her room trying to learn Chemistry equations and formulae...
When Alan exited study around half-past ten, he saw her room lights brightly lit hence went ahead and knocked on the door to see the complete bed had many books and worksheets.
Aria was sitting and bent forward keeping her head on the bed. "Aunty Lilly! I will flunk in chemistry. Do you know chemistry? Dumb Rian can't…" Aria who spoke and raised her head thinking the housekeeper entered to give her warm milk paused seeing Alan who was crossing his arms looking at her state.
It was difficult for her to identify what he was thinking. She sat straight and ignored him continuing to understand chemical formulae.
Alan thought she would ask him but she didn't. 'I'm her guardian.' He told himself and tidied her bed before sitting next to her. "Which one aren't you understanding?"
Aria didn't want to talk but she had to respond to send him off, "Young master Morgan, I will manage. You have worked all day, you should go and rest."
Alan remained calm, "I meant it when I said I'm there for you." He paused purposefully seeing her change in expression before continuing, "Which one are you facing difficulties?"
Aria bit her lip and handed the chemistry book, "Dad had taught me the first chapter. After that, I don't understand anything."
Alan peeked at her before breaking into a smile, "So your weak subject is chemistry."
Aria nodded.
Alan started from the second chapter and taught her patiently answering all questions and doubts. 
He had taught Rian a few times but he never got any questions or doubts as he only read for writing exams whereas he got numerous questions from her which he had to note down aside if he didn't know the answer.
Seeing him write questions aside, Aria clarified, "I didn't mean to question your intelligence by my questions. They are just my doubts." She didn't want Alan to get offended like teacher Bell.
He rubbed her head fondly as he responded, "I know. Now do this."
Aria nodded and continued to study. She was understanding easily when Alan explained which almost made her ask him to teach her chemistry whenever he could but she didn't say.
Alan didn't feel bored or irritated teaching her as she understood quickly. Instead, he was enjoying teaching her.
Both didn't notice the time until Aria had yawned a few times and said drowsily, "I'm sleepy."
Seeing her half-closed eyes, he hummed and took books and worksheets to keep on the study table. He arranged the books neatly taking his own time. When he turned to see Aria, she was leaning on the headrest and dozed off waiting for him to leave.
He checked the time to realize it was two. He laid her down carefully and tucked in before he turned off the lights and went to his room.
He found the solution to her question before he slept.
***
The trio was having breakfast when Amelia and Rowan entered the mansion calling Aria, "Arrie… Arrie..."
Aria dabbed her lips before giving a cheeky smile to Rian to tease him. She went ahead and hugged Amelia who was happy seeing her smiling. Rowan hugged her by the shoulder as they exchanged pleasantries.
Rian grimly looked at his parents, "Do you guys even know you have sons? Now I doubt that you must have picked me from somewhere."
Amelia, Rowan, and Aria laughed looking at jealous Rian. Aria suggested, "Uncle Rowan, how about throwing your sons out? We three can have fun."
Alan knew she was joking so he didn't take it seriously but what Amelia said made him think what Rian said, "Alan is running away from here. This crazy son can be thrown out, don't worry."
Aria was laughing when Rian twisted her hand back without really using any strength, "Little Devil, I will teach you a lesson today." He pushed her out as they bid them and hopped in the car.
Amelia and Rowan settled on the couch sighing themselves. "I was very scared about Arrie, now we can be worry-free. This child! I hope she isn't hiding her pain under her smiles."
Rowan patted his wife's shoulder. "Let's see how it goes on."
Amelia nodded, "When are you planning to ask Arrie about what Dad told us?"
"Not so soon. She is still very young." Rowan brushed off the topic. They had breakfast and went to bed due to exhaustion.
In the car, Aria felt like Alan had split personality disorder. Because he was gentle and amiable while teaching, from the time she thanked him in the morning when he gave her the answers to the questions, he was grim.
'Thank you so much Young master Morgan for teaching me.' was what she said after seeing him in the morning.


"You jerk! How dare you? Just because you are my guardian and I have nobody to ask, did you think, you can take advantage of me? I thought you stand on high morals..."

Rian turned Aria towards him not quietly understanding what was going on. Amelia and Rowan were in the same state.

"Arrie! What happened? Did brother do something? Why are you angered so much?" He sounded very concerned.

Alan leaned on his room door frame thinking what would be her answer.

...

Aria's mouth was wide open in shock. 'Sh*t! This man really has a mental illness. How can he forget so soon?'

It vexed her more and wrung her hand to punch but Alan held her hand twirled her before pressing her back on him.

"Young Miss Cooper! Mind your hand." He said loudly and whispered, "If you wanted more, you should have asked me."

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*1 Year After Chapter 25*

Mizuki awoke to the sound of a frantic pounding at his door. Rolling over to check the time Mizuki noticed that it was 7:15.

A seemingly normal time to wake up for 8 am classes but much to early for Mizuki. 

Anko: "Oi Mizuki, I didn't dump ice water on you today. Open the door."

Mizuki could only sigh to himself as he opened the door to see a certain purple haired kunoichi staring back at him. 

As soon as he opened the door a crack, Anko burst in and started walking around the place like it belonged to her.

Anko: "So, what's for breakfast?"

Mizuki: "I don't know, instant noodles or something"

Anko made a weird face as he brought up his choice of meal before shaking her head and pulling out a bag containing different ingredients.

Anko" "Honestly, your a great cook yourself, why didn't you just make something yourself? whatever, consider this my treat"

She laughed as she shooed him away from the kitchen and called for him to get ready.

Mizuki quickly showered and got himself ready before changing and walking into the kitchen to see what she made.

{Is this technique weird? We are just friends right?  Ya totally. No way she would see me as anything else}

With a confident nod to himself, Mizuki arrived at the kitchen to see what Anko had made, and he was not disappointed. 

Anko loved eating dumplings so much that she actually had one of her shadow clones working under a dumpling chef, absorbing his skills like a sponge. 

And whilst she was still not a master in her craft yet, she was damn near close. 

Both: "Itadakimasu"

In seemingly an instant, all of the dumplings were gone; devoured by the two companions.

As soon as they finished, Anko turned to Mizuki and asked him a question

Anko: "Do you know what day it is?"

Mizuki: "No?"

Anko sighed as she looked towards her best friend. Shaking her head she lunged forward and quickly gave him a hug.

(A/N: YA! A HUG! A FUCKING HUG! EAT THAT!)

Anko: "In that case let me be the first to wish us both a happy graduation day"

Mizuki and Anko then looked at one another and burst out into laughter as she backed away. 

{That was a damn good hug, why is she blushing though? Must be the lighting.}

However, fate appeared to be somehow after Mizuki as he glanced at the clock only to notice the time; 7:58.

Mizuki: "Hey Anko"

Anko: "Ya?"

Mizuki could only bring himself to point to the clock. 

Noticing his hand, Anko turned her head only to see the time.

Anko "Oh Shit!"

Without so much as a single second of delay, both of the ninjas-to-be body flickered as they desperately tried to make it to class on time. 

Mizuki and Anko were able to burst through the door and get to their seats just as the teacher appeared.

The teacher appeared just as boring as always, with his classic neutral expression. He had a stack of papers in his right hand; the graduation tests. 

The teacher started to ramble instructions about how to write the test and went on and on for what seemed like forever. 

Somehow, Anko had fallen asleep during his explanation and she was leaning against Mizuki's shoulder.

Mizuki felt himself nearly slip into the temptations of sleep as well before snapping himself out of it upon hearing the teacher rap up his explanation and start handing out the tests. 

After quickly and discreetly waking Anko up and receiving his test Mizuki read it over only to be incredibly surprised. It was just so easy.

Mizuki: {That's it? How the Fuck did somebody fail this test three times?!}

Out of the assigned hour given to them, Mizuki was able to perfectly answer the test in just shy of five minutes.

After finishing his test, Mizuki glanced around only to notice that his entire friend group had finished the test just as quickly as he had.

Even people who didn't seem like the academic type on the show like Guy or Obito were able to brush through the test no problem thanks to Shisui forcing them to do worksheets. 

{Ah. those were good times. Obito's reactions when doing the worksheets were always hilarious}. 

Mizuki then decided to take a nap, there was quite a bit of time left in the class after all. 

Mizuki glanced at Anko who let out a smirk as they both nodded, coming to an agreement without even uttering a word. 

They both leaned against one another and used each other for support so that they could nap more comfortably. 

Mizuki awoke to the sound of the bell, announcing the end of the writing period of the test, and unfortunately, Mizuki's nap. 

Next up was the practical test. 

The children were called in one at a time, by their last names. After what felt like forever, Mizuki was called up last, having no known surname whatsoever. 

Instructor: Alright, so can you demonstrate the clone jutsu

Mizuki nodded as he quickly and seamlessly welded the hand signs for the clone jutsu. 

Without any sound of a screaming child and a puff of smoke, Five clones of Mizuki appeared behind him. 

The Instructor was clearly impressed although he must have seen better already that day as he was not to shaken. 

{I thought we agreed to be low-key. What the hell did the others do?}

The Instructor than directed Mizuki to where he could choose what type of headband he wanted where he then chose the standard brand instead of the Old Mizuki's traditional bandana. 

Mizuki walked outside with his headband in his hand, not tied around his head yet. After glancing around and noting who passed and failed, Mizuki then went back to his seat and glanced at Anko who also had a light smirk on her face. 

After waiting for the bell to let out, Mizuki met up with his entire friend group as they all left for Ichiraku to celebrate. There was never any doubt that they would all pass after all. 

Teuchi was nice enough to put everything on the house that night as a celebration, although Mizuki felt bad about how much he probably ended up draining the man's wallet and so left a generous tip. 

However, Mizuki started to feel Deja Vous as everybody packed up for the night and he saw that Anko was discreetly waiting for him. 

Mizuki: "Hey Anko, whats up?"

Anko: "Um Mizuki?....Could You do me a favour?"

Mizuki: "Alright, Sure."

Anko then brought her headband out of her pocket.

Anko: "Can you tie this for me?"

Mizuki nodded and reassured her with a gentle smile as he approached her and tied her headband for her, not realizing that she had not tied it yet especially so he could do it for her. 

A trivial gesture in the grand scheme of things but one that a twelve year old believed to be incredibly significant. 

Mizuki realized that his headband hadn't been tied yet either and asked her to do the same for him.

Naturally, she obliged as she tied his headband beautifully. Although the significance of this action went over Mizuki's head. 

(A/N: And that's how they did their "first time" ;))

Without much more to say, Mizuki and Anko said goodbye to one another as they went back to their respective houses and fell asleep. 

*The Next Day*

Mizuki's morning was incredibly similar to his last one. With Anko coming into his apartment and hanging out with him (Although sadly, she did not cook) and then they both frantically ran for the academy just barely making it in time. 

Mizuki was a little sad, knowing that his days at the academy were over. There was an actual war going on and he would have to fight in it or risk losing those who he held closest. 

He would almost miss the place. Almost.

The teacher arrived by body flickering into the room with a puff of smoke, with a list in hand. 

Seemingly acting as if the day was like any other, he read out the teams that they would be in.

...Obito, Rin, Kakashi....

...Guy, Ebisu, Genma...

Mizuki's ears perked up though as he heard Shisui's team, as this part had not been in the anime. 

Shisui will join Hayate Gekko and Itachi Uchiha from the class below. 

(A/N: yes I know hayate technically isn't in that year but I don't think it affects cannon if I bring him up to that year and I need somebody on this team)

Finally, After what felt like forever Mizuki finally heard the team he was a part of.

Idate will join Mizuki and Anko Mitarashi to form Team 5.

Mizuki shivered as he glanced around. Mizuki faintly remembered Idate as the character that would eventually become kabuto's sensei, although that's not what he was worried about.

(A/N: Had to give the guy a name, so I just chose a random one)

Anko: "Yay! We get to be on the same team Mizuki!"

Mizuki smiled at her as he pretended to be just as excited.

Mizuki had no problem with being on the same team as Anko, if anything it made him happier.

But he knew something from the future. That his future "sensei" would virtually torture her and now possibly him if he wasn't careful.

Although, this also presented opportunity.

After all, his research probably yielded countless new and powerful jutsu. Forbidden or Not.

Mizuki sighed as he thought of him, although they hadn't met yet he knew that this man may be his greatest enemy or his greatest ally. And he couldn't figure out which.

Orochimaru.




-End Volume 1-

"Yes! I reincarnated in Naruto! I wonder what kind of unique kekkei genkai or hiden my clan has?"

"Eh? Why am I HIM oh no, nononono, God Damnit, Why did I reincarnated as the tutorial boss?!"

How Will the Fate of the Naruto World Change when the soul of a weeb reincarnates into one of it's most useless characters?

Read on and Find out!

Current Release Rate: 1chap/day.

Obligatory Disclaimer: I do not own the Naruto Series, nor any of the characters who inhabit it. 

I'm writing this just for fun and am also a first time author, so expect some mistakes and please be patient with me!

*Note: The Novel is currently undergoing a rewrite of the first volume. The changes are mainly gramatical, although some minor plot elements will be changed or removed in order to close plot holes and enhance the experience. 

The edits will take eight days, and are expected to be finished by July 7th. 

Until then, releases will be coming at a rate of roughly 1 chapter per 2 to 3 days. 

Thanks for your patience!

Contrary to his expectations, the dramatic discovery he had made did not immediately turn his life into some big, remarkable, chaotic mess. In fact, the entirety of the following day went along the same calm routine as usual—completely undisturbed—as did the day after that.

Which, of course, actually makes perfect sense. Just because he knew that there was a possible doomsday threat looming in the future, doesn't mean anybody else does. Heck, the attack may not even happen for years yet. It's not as though he had a lot to go on when guessing how much time he had: a couple of images drawn by fans couldn't tell him much.

And even if he did know when it would happen, there was even less that he could actually do about it. He'd sound like an absolute lunatic if he tried to tell anybody. Imagine going up to the Hokage—or even some random ninja—with claims that, according to a cartoon in a different dimension, the Nine-Tails would attack the village at an indeterminate time in the maybe-not-so-distant future.

No. Not a good plan.

Honestly, the only person he'd even consider telling would be Minato himself. And given that Axel would still sound crazy, he decided he'd hold off on any warning attempts until he had an explanation less insane than an alternate reality television show.

Of course, though there were no disturbances on the level of village-destruction in his day to day life—thank goodness—there were still the typical excitements. Ninja will be ninja, after all.

Take, for example, the innumerable holes jabbed into the various surfaces in the store from overeager shoppers trying out the throwing knives. He had started leaving the front window open and requesting that, if the knife really needs a test throw, his customers at least spare the building and aim for the log sign out front instead. There were still a few new punctures, though, including one kunai that was now stuck so far in the ceiling Axel doubted he'd ever be able to get it out.

And take, for another example of ninja disruptiveness, the pair of young genin-in-training currently sitting at his kitchen table working on their homework. At least that's what he assumed they were doing—or trying to do, anyway—and even then it's only half true: one of them was working. The other was trying, but he was just a tad too energetic to sit still long enough.

"Obito." No matter how sweet Rin may have sounded, there was still an audible eye roll in her tone: friendly, yes, but there nonetheless. She gently scolded, "You do know that you actually have to do the work for it to get done, right?"

There was a laugh that the boy probably meant to sound confident or reassuring but just ended up being kind of sheepish. "It's fine, no problem!"

Rin gave her teammate a look.

"And, well, it's such a nice day out," Obito continued, trying to deflect, "so, uhm, maybe we could take a break…?

"We can take a break after you finish the first page."

"But—"

"No buts!"

Thinking maybe he should see if he could help help, Axel closed his notebook—setting aside thoughts of doomsday and his sketchy plans for trying to warn people about it—and stood up. He stretched, relieving a number of cricks in his arms and legs from sitting so long at the register without doing anything but scribble down notes.

His moving roused a disgruntled bark from down by his feet, and a petulant dachshund nose peeked up at him from deep under the desk. Dach, who was curled up on an old cushion he'd stuffed under there, had apparently been using one of his human's feet as a pillow.

"Es tut mir leid," Axel apologized quietly.

Dach snorted in maybe-amusement, pawing the bed a few times in preparation for the renewal of his comfortable snooze. But before he could lie down again, something outside caught his attention. The dachshund stared out the window for a long moment, and then, with a huff, he stood and put his front paws up on the windowsill. With a small bark, Dach looked back at Axel in request.

"…Want me to let you out?"

The question got an affirmative wag, so Axel did as he was asked; he scooped up the small dog, leaned out the open window, and deposited him on the grass outside. He stayed there at the window for a minute, a slight breeze ruffling his blond hair.

It really was a beautiful day, both outside and in.

Though it was a bit louder inside, of course. Hearing Obito still trying to distract his studious teammate from their homework assignment—with no success, she absolutely could not be budged—Axel returned to the matter at hand.

"What are you working on?" he asked, joining the kids in the kitchen. "Can I help?"

Obito startled slightly, then flushed pink with embarrassment. "Uh… well… You don't need to…"

"I'm not doing anything else," Axel replied, sitting in the third chair and scooching in to look over the papers scattered across the table. They were apparently working through multiplication and long division worksheets, which meant that he could actually help; he'd have been useless if they were working on history or writing.

"Math?"

"Math," Rin confirmed.

Her papers were mostly done, just missing a couple of questions here or there. In contrast, Obito had only completed the first three problems. The rest of his worksheets were either blank or covered in distracted doodles.

Axel took one of the scrap papers and a pencil, then copied down the unanswered fourth question at the top of the page. It wasn't a hard problem—basically the same as the first three, but with different numbers—so he spun the page toward Obito.

"Show me how to do this."

=X=X=X=

They were still working—maybe halfway done with the whole worksheet—when the bell hanging over the front door gave a cheerful jingle.

"I'll be there soon," Axel called.

"No need to rush."

He didn't recognize the voice, which was somewhat strange; most of his customers lately were regulars, coming by often enough that he almost knew them all by name. After helping Obito through the last step of the problem they were on (and wringing a promise out of him to start the next one), he went back out into the store.

Axel was getting better at telling civilian customers from ninja, and the beautiful woman perusing the shelf of throwing knives was definitely the latter. She had long, straight black hair, and was wearing a simple dark blue dress. It wasn't typical ninja apparel, but it was pretty clear from how she carried herself that she was a ninja.

The fact that she was looking at kunai and not kitchen knives was also a pretty big clue.

"Can I help you?"

She turned to him, frowning thoughtfully, and he was struck by the inexplicable sensation that he should recognize her. There was something about her face—her dark eyes—that seemed very familiar.

Then she smiled, and the moment passed.

"I am looking for a gift for my fiancé," she answered. "When I asked a friend of mine if she had any ideas, she reluctantly recommended your shop."

To be honest, he wasn't sure if he should feel affronted or not.

Apparently reading that from his expression, she quickly added, "Not because she doesn't like your shop, but rather that she doesn't like my future husband."

Having no clue how to respond to such a statement, Axel eloquently replied, "Oh."

"She had only good things to say about you, really," she continued, "even if some of her remarks were confusing at the time." The woman paused, regarded him for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Accurate, but confusing."

"...Thank you?"

She smiled again, glad the misunderstanding had passed, and turned back to the kunai. Carefully trailing a contemplative finger along the sharp edge of a long, oddly shaped throwing knife, she stated, "I haven't seen this style before."

The knife in question was a little over thirty centimeters long—which was at least three centimeters longer than a typical kunai—and it wasn't straight: the blade curved first convex, then concave. It also didn't have much of a handle, making it a weapon purely meant to be thrown.

"It's from far away, back where I'm from."

With a gesture to the knife, she asked, "May I?"

Axel was just surprised she actually asked for permission. "Go ahead."

"How odd," she mused, slowly turning the blade over in her hands. "I imagine this takes a different throwing technique. Less like a dart, perhaps, and more like a shuriken."

That's a point he hadn't even considered, and probably explains why nobody had bought more than one or two of them; purchased more for curiosity rather than utility.

And then, as if to contradict that thought, she said, "Do you sell a set of five?"

"Wirklich?" he blurted out, surprised. "Uh, ich meine… You really want five?"

She blinked at the language change, but did not remark on it. "Perhaps he'll enjoy the challenge," she said instead, smile now just slightly mischievous.

He still thought that deadly knives were a weird gift for a romantic partner, but he shrugged it off. "You'd be the one to know."

"I'm not sure these will fit in a standard pouch," she said, sending a quick look around the store to check. "Do you sell cases as well?"

As a matter of fact, he did. Both Morimoto and Pei had introduced him to people they worked with to keep weapon accessories stocked in their stores, and now he had a few business arrangements of his own. He didn't have many, but he did have some.

"Yes, I'll go get one."

It didn't take him long to find a suitable case, since the box of all his stock was right by the front desk. He had yet to figure out where he was actually going to display them—he had limited shelf space, after all—so that's just where they had ended up.

As he loaded them into the carrier, she asked, "Does this style of knife have a name?"

Axel paused, trying to think if it did; he could recall the name printed on the knife he had used as a model, but he had no idea if that was the type or a brand or what. "I… think it's called 'Bo-Kri'."

"Not 'bokiri'?" she replied, looking amused. "A name like that would suit a weapon thrown like a shuriken."

The word wasn't one he was familiar with, but he assumed it must a descriptor of some sort—maybe a word like 'spinning' or something. He just nodded, as if he got whatever joke had been made.

Then he told her how much it would cost.

"Really?" She sounded pleasantly surprised, which was the typical response. "Are you sure? I was certain it would cost more."

"I've been told that before."

Eyebrows raised, she asked, "And you haven't raised the price?"

"You bothered to come out here." Axel shrugged. "Least I could do."

As he finished the transaction, the woman gave him a very thoughtful look: as if measuring how truthful he was being. That, too, was a typical response.

Less typical was another pause—a glance through the window—just after she had carefully bundled her newly-purchased throwing knives. It was a very brief pause, to be sure, but he still noticed: something outside had momentarily caught her attention.

Just as something had with Dach earlier.

If that kept happening, he'd start thinking he had a stalker or something.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Blacksmith-san," she said. "I'm sure I'll come in again someday."

The bell chimed again as she left.

He sent a suspicious glance out the open window, but ultimately decided it wasn't worth worrying about. After all, fretting about it wasn't going to help—not to mention he wasn't sure what he would be fretting over in the first place. So rather than worry, he just rejoined the two kids in the kitchen.

Both of whom were blankly staring at the front door, looking a bit bamboozled.

"What's wrong?"

"Wasn't that Uchiha-sama?"

Axel frowned. He almost asked how that could be possible, but thankfully caught himself before asking something that stupid. The Uchiha Incident—the massacre—hadn't happened yet. Which was something he'd known ever since he'd first met Obito, but apparently that reality hadn't set in until just then.

Just fantastic. With both that and the Nine-Tails attack, the future seems to be teeming with possible tragedies.

…Maybe he shouldn't joke about that.

Instead, he said, "I don't know, I didn't ask."

"I've only seen her a couple of times," Obito said. "She's engaged to the clan head."

Axel blinked. If she was engaged to the clan head, then that would mean that… her fiancé was the clan head. He wasn't daunted by the fact that the Uchiha clan had been—scratch that, was one of the largest clans in the whole village. What had him struck him was the realization that the woman he had just spoken to was the mother of two rather important characters from the anime.

At least now he had a better idea of when he was; if they weren't married yet, it was a fairly safe bet that neither Itachi nor Sasuke have been born yet.

"…Oh." Axel wasn't quite sure how to react to that. "I'm… going to step outside. Watch the store briefly?"

Before Obito could say anything, Rin stood up. "I will."

When it looked like her teammate was going to protest—he wanted the excuse to stop studying—she gave a pointed look between him and his unfinished worksheets. He slumped in his chair.

"Alright, yeah, I get it," he mumbled, returning to his dreaded work while she went to take her post at the register.

Axel went to his backyard, wanting a bit of fresh air and a break from socializing. Just before he stepped outside, he noticed one thing immediately: Dach was standing in the middle of the yard and staring up at something on top of the house. The next thing he noticed was that the dog looked like he was waiting for something.

The third thing he noticed was a stick, thrown from the roof, that Dach happily chased down.

"I saw that." Axel glanced quickly at the roof, just in time to see a dangling foot hastily pulled out of sight, and added, "I saw that, too."

At least this explains all those distracted glances outside; it turns out that he did have a stalker. And he had a pretty good guess who it was, too.

There was a long pause. Then, almost before he was aware of it, Kakashi had lightly dropped down from the top of his house. To be honest, it kind of surprised him; Axel hadn't expected the kid to actually announce his presence.

In as much as silently appearing could be considered announcing oneself, of course.

Since it didn't seem like the kid was going to say anything, Axel took it upon himself to ask, "Have you been watching me all day?"

Kakashi said nothing, his expression nearly inscrutable behind his mask.

Axel sighed. "I think that's a 'yes'."

After a long moment, Kakashi finally stated, "You're a civilian."

Well, that was a call-back to the first time they had actually met. And it wasn't really an angle Axel had been expecting this conversation to start with—although, to be perfectly honest, he hadn't really known what to expect.

"Yeah?" he replied, somewhat questioningly. "Last I checked, anyway. Why?"

The kid didn't answer directly, and instead opted for another straight remark. "Just… some average guy."

So long as nobody counted accidentally ending up in an apparently-not-fictional universe after being hit by a truck, of course. And, given nobody should know that particular fact, nobody should know to count it.

Axel just nodded, waiting to see where this was headed.

At that point, Dach returned with the now-slightly-more-chewed-on stick. The conversation was put on pause as the dog carefully considered the two humans. Then, apparently judging that Kakashi was indeed the superior stick-thrower of the two, the dachshund trotted over to the boy.

Kakashi seemed pleased—as evident by the fact that his expression didn't change at all. His face being half covered by a mask certainly didn't help when it came to decoding emotions, but Axel had an inexplicable hunch. The boy threw the stick off to the farthest corner of the yard, and it jammed upright in the dirt.

"…I don't get it."

It was said softly, barely above a whisper. If Axel had to guess, he'd say he probably wasn't supposed to hear it at all. So he thought it prudent to pretend he hadn't.

"Any reason for the questions?" he asked at last, having failed at coming up with something more productive to say.

Kakashi glared at him, but after another moment he seemed to deflate into himself slightly. More loudly this time, he repeated, "I don't get it."

"Don't get what?"

He looked away, watching Dach struggling to free the stick from where it was stuck in the ground. "Why are you friends with Minato-sensei?"

Axel considered the question seriously. There were plenty of reasons why he might want to be friends with him—not least of all that Minato is just a good guy—but in the end, well: "Do I need a reason?"

"…Nevermind."

Before Axel could add anything else, the other half of the conversation vanished.

"Ninja," he grumbled to himself. Still, he did address the possibly-empty air one last time. "Thanks for playing with Dach. When you two are done, you can come in if you want."

Having said what he wanted to say—as unexpected as the whole encounter had been—Axel went back inside. Though he did leave the door open, just in case.

"How's it going?" he asked, seeing the baleful look Obito was giving his homework.

"Urrrgh…"

A splendid reply.

Taking a seat and grabbing a pencil, Axel got back to helping the boy work through the question he'd gotten stuck on. Rin rejoined them when she heard all the talking going on, and together they did their level best to get Obito through the worksheets.

And after a few minutes, the door to the backyard clicked shut. This was followed by a pattering of dog paws… and a quiet set of footsteps.

Rin's eyes went wide with surprise.

"Oh hey, Kakashi," Obito said, too caught up in glaring at his math to really register the unusual-ness in the fact that his third teammate was actually present. It fully processed after a few seconds, and he jerked his head up in surprise. "Wait, Kakashi?!"

The white-haired boy just rolled his eyes. "I could hear you guys from outside. You're going to need all the help you can get."

Since Minato had never actually taken back the chairs he had lent him, there were still seats around the table. Kakashi sat down, ignoring the continued surprise of his team, and tapped a finger to one of the math problems.

"You forgot to add the one."

Translations:
"Es tut mir leid." = "Sorry."
"Wirklich? Uh, ich meine… = "Really? Uh, I mean…"
"…'bokiri'?" = "…'blurry'?"
"Blacksmith-san." = "Kajiya-san.

Not my novel, it is a remix of an existing novel called When time stands still by Jedi Sapphire 

The link is 
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/1610499/1/When-Time-Stands-Still

the author if this remix is by DripDipGoofball a member of a private chat group where ppl make remix of their favorite fanfictions.

Again I DO NOT OWN JACKSHITE.

I AM NOT MAKING ANY BLOODY MONEY.

DO NOT BITCH AND MOAN TO ME.

I AM UPLOADING IT HER ME SO I CAN LISTEN TO IT VIA AUDIOBOOK.

IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM, DO NOT READ IT AND MOVE ON.

It was early in the morning! 

Adonis yawned as he woke up. He saw Vanilla and Drago still sleeping soundly. He decided to let them sleep in.

He quickly got ready and was about to go to the library when he saw that Vanilla and Drago was awake.

"Adonis where are you going?"asked Vanilla while yawning

"I'm going to library, I figured out that you guys wouldn't want to study with me, now would you?"asked Adonis

"Adonis, I don't mind!"said Drago

"Yeah we don't mind, so give us some time, we will quickly dress up and come with you."said Vanilla

Vanilla and Drago both entered the bathroom and when they came out, Adonis heart was struck again! Vanilla was wearing a cute pink dress, while Drago was wearing a shirt and pants with a cap. They both looked good.

Adonis and the fairies quickly went to the library.

When they arrived, the tutor was already there waiting for him, the tutor looked neat and organized. He wore a pair of glasses which increased his credibility as a tutor.

"Hello, from now on I'm your tutor, I am Derrick Kinizki, you may call me professor Kinizki. I am in charge of teaching you maths, history and magic."said the tutor

"Hello my name is Adonis Hayes. I will be in your care from now on, I have so many things that I missed out during my past years. So I might not be able to easily learn everything. So please go easy on me."said Adonis with a smile on his face

Adonis sat down and professor Kinizki began to take out some material.

"Today we will be learning Addition and subtraction."said professor Kinizki

He began to give Adonis some worksheets, Adonis found it so easy! He quickly finished it all within 3 minutes. 

The tutor looked shocked but he held it in, he started to give him more higher and difficult level of subtraction and addition worksheets, but Adonis did not looked even the slightest bit of troubled by these questions. He quickly finished it.

When professor Kinizki checked the answers it was all correct. Seems like we can move on to next curriculum.

"Since you have no problems with addition and subtraction, we will move on to multiplication, division and fraction."said professor Kinizki

He started explain the basic ideas behind it, then he hand in the worksheets to Adonis. He decided to give Adonis all the worksheets he had for multiplication, division and fraction.

Adonis did not looked trouble at all, he quickly finished it and gave it to professor Kinizki. 

Now professor Kinizki began to freak out! What sort of freak is this Adonis Hayes! All of his answers are correct. 

Professor Kinizki decided to give him all the more difficult and higher level Question to Adonis, Adonis started to look a bit trouble, but he managed to finish it. 

Professor Kinizki checked his answers! It was all correct! He simply is gifted in maths!

Adonis found it easy, because maths had been one of his favourite subject during high school. He would always get near perfect scores for maths.

"From now on, it won't be necessary for me to teach you maths, you seem gifted in this aspect. So now I will be teaching you history and magic, if you have any questions, feel free to ask."said Professor Kinizki

Adonis nod his head to indicate he understands.

"This world was first created by 3 God! Goddess of Life, Goddess of death and God of wealth and prosperity! The Goddess of life created all the life forms, the God of wealth and prosperity let the people enjoy a good life, the goddess of death takes away the life from the living beings. 

Most people hate Goddess of death, but she is an essential part of this world, she is in charge of managing the population growth. Without her the world would be too crowded and eventually destroyed. These three God are important to this world.

Other than us, humans, there is beastman, elves, dwarf, demon and mermaids living in this world with us.

After humans, beastman have the second most largest population. We have a life span of 100-150 years at most, but there are exceptions, those with greater magic powers live a longer life! Our great magician is currently 500 years old! 

Beastman are naturally stronger than us humans, but we could be considered the smartest among all the race.

Elves and dwarf have a small population, they have good relationship with each other. They prefer to live in mountains. They have a life span of 300-500 years at most. Elves and dwarf are naturally gifted in magic, elves are famous for their archery and pharmaceutical ability. Dwarf are famous for being an excellent weapon smith! 

It is hard for the elves and dwarf to reproduce, so they cherish their younger generations.

Mermaids are a mysterious creature, they are told to be living under the vast ocean, no one really knows where do they live? It's a complete mystery, they don't often come in contact with any of us.

Demons, they are the most gifted beings in magic! You should never anger a demon, demons are known to be highly unpredictable! They are very strong! Even the weakest demon can flatten a tall mountain! Demons have the smallest population among all the other race! We have no clue to how long they can live for! They also can't easily reproduce, so they really cherish their younger generations!

There is one more race, but they are not really living with us in this world! They are angels, angels are the messenger of the God. Whenever there is going to be a calamity, they come to warn all of us."explained Professor Kinizki

Adonis found it really fascinating! This world is really different from earth!

"Professor Kinizki, what are the characteristics of these races?"asked Adonis

"Beastman have the characteristics of animals, they are half human and animal.

Elves has sharp pointy ears.

Dwarf are short in nature 

Mermaids have a upper body of us humans, but their lower half is a fish tail.

Demons have horns on top of their head

Angels have wings behind their back."replied Professor Kinizki

So what Adonis had in mind was correct! All those creature that did not exist in his previous world, exist in this world! 

Suddenly he heard a ring tone coming from Professor Kinizki's pocket!

Professor Kinizki excuse himself and went outside to pick up his call!

PHONE! EXIST? WHAT?

Adonis a world class singer, a superstar after his concert finishes, gets killed by his crazy, sasaeng(stalker) yandere fan.

He wakes up in a 14 year old teenager boy body! But this body is too feminine! He looks too beautiful! 

After a week, he realised that he has transmigrated! This world is not exactly like earth, it's a world filled with magic.

How will Adonis survive in this world? How will his idol journey start in another world? How will his music abilities help him? 

There are some BL flags, will he become bent/gay? or he will become straight and destroy those flags? Find out(cause even idk if he will be straight or bent~author)

(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧please do read my novel! My main story interesting part hasn't unfold yet! It will get there by chapter 8! Please bear with me! 


Stay tuned to find out more!



Please vote if you enjoy reading my novel! Thank you!

Btw I just edited and Photoshop the cover! credits to the creator!

Ace booted up CSGO, finishing up the slices of fruit he had on a bowl next to him, he lightly stretched his wrists and fingers, there would be no change, but he had gained the habit from watching professional players play the game. Today would be an important day in his gaming career, after playing CSGO for a madman for some time, he was finally going to play his first ranked match. He had researched it beforehand, and found out he could only play 2 games every 24 hours, so he would first warm up with a few casual games, and then begin playing, in no rush to begin playing.

"Yes!!! Thanks man! You might as well be carrymaster123!", a fervent voice shouted out at him, a kid that seemed to be within his age group, he had just played with Ace there games in a row, and Ace had been top fragger [A/N: Person with most kills in the team] for every single match.

"Thank you", Ace typed in chat, he then left the game and began the matchmaking for a ranked game. From his understanding, he would first play ten placement matches, they were games which the system would use to place him in a certain rank with people at his skill level. In increasing order, the ranks were: Silver I, Silver II, Silver III, Silver IV, Silver Elite, Silver Elite Master, Gold Nova I, Gold Nova II, Gold Nova III, Gold Nova Master, Master Guardian I, Master Guardian II, Master Guardian Elite, Distinguished Master Guardian, Legendary Eagle, Legendary Eagle Master, Supreme Master First Class and The Global Elite. The top rank, Global Elite was where only the top 0.35% of the game belonged, give or take.

Ace began the match, he was playing on the Counter-Terrorist team, he would have to prevent the Terrorists (opponents) from planting the bomb, and if it was planted, diffuse it in time before it exploded. He selected the Glock, and a few flashbangs, the Glock would allow him to fire in rapid succession if he met more than one enemy. They were playing on Dust 2, a map that Ace had played countless games in before, so he began running towards mid doors, and whilst peeking, pushed forward to XBOX. He stood silently, waiting for an opponent to come, and he soon heard footsteps, he lobbed one of the flashbangs, and used the opportunity they created to peek at the opponent and one-shot him, coming out unharmed from the spree of bullets that had been sent out at him. He then noticed that one of his teammates had died whilst holding the Upper B tunnels, so he dashed forward through Top Mid, into the Outside Tunnels, holding the angle and waiting to see if anyone heard him. He could not hear anyone so he stepped forward slowly, but as soon as he did, a hail of bullets came his way, luckily for him, the sender was not very good, and only one hit, doing negligible damage to his character. He sent out the last flash grenade, but this time, even after it exploded, he waited. He knew that the player would soon think he had gotten scared and would leave the angle, that would then be his time. Luckily for Ace, he did not need to wait for long, one of his teammates had come through CT Mid and was in a firefight with an opponent, so Ace quickly hear the footsteps of the guy leaving to help his friend, he sprinted out of the corner and caught the running opponent's head with a beautiful headshot that made the dead person that was spectating him woop in voice chat, to be quickly silenced by a teammate that was waiting for someone to try to sneak the flank through Bomb A, trying to catch someone off guard. Ace raced past the tunnels, and hit the already low enemy that was fighting with his teammate with three shots to the chest, that also took him down. This enemy was the one carrying the bomb, so Ace simply waited at Back Plat for the enemy that would come looking for the bomb. Nevertheless, even before they could do that, they were taken down by various members of Ace's team, and in this way, Ace won the first round of what he hoped would be many…

Ace stood up from his chair, his sigh dripping with tiredness, he had not expected the games to be so exhausting. The opponents were not playing for shits and giggles anymore, and this required Ace to be at 1000% attention level, to ensure that he would not be caught unaware. Even then, he was still killed more times than he would like to admit, especially at the end of the second game, where Ace, the top fragger of his team, began to succumb from exhaustion and was caught unaware by three enemies three rounds in a row. They still won the game, but it was undoubtedly harder to do so than it would have been if Ace was in his peak condition at all times. This showed Ace that he would need to practice more if he wished to play more ranked, but for now, he would stick to one game per day.

Halfway through the games, he called Leilah, telling her that he had finished the work she had set for him and that there was no need to come this week. He emailed her the scans of the completed worksheets, and Leilah agreed but warned him that if they were not good, they would have a double lesson the following week. Ace had no doubts she would want to come for the lesson, but not to tell him how wrong he was exactly…

Veronica also sent him an email, informing him that the following day, his grandmother would be available for a meeting, if it was kept to less than thirty minutes in duration. Ace agreed, wishing her a good night, then set his phone to charge in his wireless charging station, and got something to eat, in his mind, writing a speech that would convince his grandmother to allow him to stream in peace, without giving her warnings that he was spending too much time in a game, which to be fair, for a person that had just supposedly recovered from an extreme illness three odd months ago, was most definately way above the recommended screen time, but considering how he had performed in all the sets his mother had set for him, he knew she would have no problem with him playing games, especially if he could convince her of the benefits.

The story of a boy overcome with pain, that suddenly isn't.

                                      **********

The story is about a boy, Ace, who is suddenly healed from his pain. He decides to make the best out of his god (?) given gift.

You can expect politics, show business, videogames, sports, and much more.

I hope you enjoy the novel, Happy Reading!




The image does not belong to me, full credits to the creator, if you wish for me to remove it, contact me at: insidiouswebnovel@gmail.com

While Yang Mu replied, he scoured through his bookshelf in search of a math workbook he hasn't touched. It took him awhile but he finally found the one he recently bought. 

It was still fresh from the shelf and had only been answered from the first few pages. A moment later another message was sent. 

[Calculus.]

[Got it.] 

Yang Mu searched the page and found a few problems on the topic. He even sent a screenshot of the formula and solution. 

[Here you go.]

[Thanks.] 

Yang Mu smiled. It felt really good to be needed. He put down his phone and went downstairs to have dinner. 

...

The next day, students who were usually late to school, had littered the campus. 

Some of them were busy trying to cram formulas and dates together, pushing their brain to the limits. Others were leisurely taking a walk or playing a few ball games with the others on the field. 

Under the tree shade of a large wisteria tree, Jiang Shen groaned. 

"You've already forced me to go to school earlier. What more do you want from me?" 

Shi Fen frantically pulled out a few worksheets. "I just need help with these worksheets! Please, I don't want to be ranked at the bottom again!" 

In order to persuade her more, Shi Fen prostrated on the soft grass while his hands were pleadingly clasped together. 

A few students even threw curious glances at them. Jiang Shen felt even more reluctant to help him. 

"I've given you a chance two weeks ago when Kang Shu and Cao Wei visited. Now you want to plead for my help? You want to fight?" 

Jiang Shen disliked being coerced into something she didn't want to do. Right now, Shi Fen was being extremely annoying. Giving a chance but not taking it. Whose fault is it but himself?

She continued to ignore his cries for help and worked on her own worksheet. Jiang Shen did not manage to finish the worksheet last night because she fell asleep. The next morning when she woke up, Jiang Shen just decided to stuff the worksheets she had printed the night before in her bag. 

"Jiang Shen." 

Jiang Shen looked up and saw the trip from yesterday walking towards them.

Mo Ran walked up to them with a bright smile. His posture was straight and he looked very much like an honor student. He stood taller than Jiang Shen by a centimeter and had a lean figure. 

"Mo Ran." 

They greeted each other as Mo Ran sat down beside her.

"Who's this?" he pointed at Shi Fen who was still in a dogeza position. 

Shi Fen looked up and sniffled. "Xiao Shen... Who are these guys?" 

Mo Ran let out a laugh. "I'm Mo Ran. Those two quiet guys over there are Yang Mu and Li Er. We're Jiang Shen's classmates." 

Shi Fen turned around and saw Yang Mu and Li Er who waved. He sat up straight and wiped the snot threatening to fall on his nose. Then, a flash of recognition passed in his eyes. 

"You three!" Shi Fen yelled in surprise.

Jiang Shen raised a brow at his sudden actions but remained silent. The trio looked confused, save for Mo Ran who had an amused smile. 

"Hm? You recognize us?" 

"Of course I do! You're the guys at the cafe I saw during summer break! And you-" Shi Fen pointed at Yang Mu with his finger. "You're the one who kept staring at Xiao Shen!" 

"I-I didn't s-stare at her!" Yang Mu protested, a blush creeping up at his cheeks.

"Don't lie, you're blushing!" 

Li Er and Mo Ran shared a look and laughed. Jiang Shen stopped looking at her worksheets, an amused smile on her lips. 

Shi Fen had a look of indignation on his face as he kneeled on the grass. Jiang Shen looked at him and patted his head. 

"Calm down. The diagnostic assessment doesn't matter. It's just a test to determine your capability. The grades won't matter." Jiang Shen comforted him. 

"Really?" Shi Fen didn't want to believe it. 

"Of course it's true! That's why I didn't study at all!" Mo Ran laughed as he slung his arm over Shi Fen's shoulder.

Li Er grabbed a book from his bag and handed it to Jiang Shen. "Here, i'm giving this to you." 

Jiang Shen looked confused but Li Er only smiled. 

"You helped me finish the book yesterday. I figured you'd might like the synopsis since it's about the history," Li Er kindly said as he pushed the book in her arms.

Jiang Shen looked at the thick book in her arms. "Thank you. I'll return it to you when I finish it." 

"No rush. I've had that for a few months now." 

Mo Ran and Shi Fen conversed with one another, while Li Er and Jiang Shen talked about the book's synopsis, leaving Yang Mu who was staring blankly at them. 

Since when was he the odd one out? He wanted to strike up a conversation with Li Er and Jiang Shen, but he wasn't all that into novels and the terminologies they used were unfamiliar to him. He didn't want to talk to Mo Ran and Shi Fen, to which the former kept pestering the latter. 

Just as he reached his hand out to them, the bell rang. 

"Ah, it's time already?" Shi Fen scrambled for his bag and waved goodbye to Jiang Shen and the others. "I'll see you at break!" 

Although they were in the same building, the advanced class of each department had free period for the first subject. In addition to this treatment, their classroom was a floor above Shi Fen's, who was in Class D.

Mo Ran and Li Er began to walk towards the building, chatting about the recent release of a popular movie. 

Jiang Shen put away her things and grabbed her bag. Noticing Yang Mu, who was in a daze looking at his friends, she put on her bag and tapped his shoulder.

"You coming?"

Yang Mu felt warm on his shoulder as he looked at Jiang Shen. He shook his head. "I am." 

"Then hurry up," Jiang Shen said as she turned to leave. 

Yang Mu ran up to her and walked in the same pace, just like when they walked home yesterday. The day was starting out very good. He was on cloud nine. 

Walking inside the classroom, the rest of the students were busy studying, trying to cram the most content they can into their brains. Some were even nervous as they clutched their head while memorizing furiously. An Pan and Cho Jing sat in their seats, taking turns reviewing each other. 

"Good morning," Jiang Shen greeted as she walked inside. Yang Mu already went to his own seat and set down his bag. 

Mo Ran, who was seated in front of him, was slumped to his desk trying to take a nap. Li Er was busy reading another one of his novels.

Deciding that there was nothing else to do and no one else to talk to, Yang Mu sighed and rested his head on the desk. He wanted to change seats as soon as possible.

He was too far away from her. 

And he didn't like it.

Jiang Shan prefers to be left alone, leaving her with fewer friends than her peers.

After starting senior year, she is determined to spend her days at home to think about her plans for the future.

The strained relationship with her family, her unstable mental health, a complicated relationship with a boy, playing her part in the student council, and studying for the coming entrance exams.

All of this had been managed to be swept up in a storm called Yang Mu.

Wang Ling sat at his desk, which had a lot of workbooks on it. Although he had participated in the four-day spirit sword exchange meet as a school representative, Teacher Pan's homework principle hadn't changed — what should be handed in had to be handed in, and you had to make up the homework, however much you missed.
The spiritual intelligence of the two pen and eraser gremlins was linked to Wang Ling; he could order them to do his homework for him, with the condition that he had already mastered the required knowledge for the assignments. Since he had missed a full four days of classes, what he had to do now was to catch up on the content from this period. It would be fine to give the task of writing to the pen and eraser gremlins later.
It took him two minutes to compile a study list for a clearer picture of this week's content. He realized that there was actually a lot of knowledge he had missed out on, especially in cultivation physics and cultivation advanced maths. The teachers for these two classes had actually assigned five worksheets each to be completed in one weekend!
One word to describe it: infuriating!
Yet another word to describe it: insane!
… This was probably the first reaction and the attitude of most students at seeing this large pile of assignments.
In contrast, Wang Ling was someone who really loved to study. From a young age, he had taught himself cultivation spells, including the Three Thousand Great Dao. Just like how a baby is born with five senses and hair, from the moment of his birth, these spells had already existed deep in his mind… but he learned language and culture through his own efforts. Moreover, he also really enjoyed the learning process.
Only studying could make him happy!
At his desk, Wang Ling opened a textbook, put in his earplugs, and then went into self-teaching mode. Before, he hadn't been able to stop hearing people complain in his ears; the reason these earplugs were able to cut off the endless telepathic voices from his Mind-Reading Ability was very simple — they had been made from the same materials used to produce the Dao talisman seal; furthermore, they had been personally created by Wang Ming himself.
...
It was a peaceful and quiet weekend, and Wang Ling's eyelid warning alarm hadn't issued any sort of advance alert.
Around noon, a grey commercial Chuanjianguo[1] limousine came to a stop not far from the Wang family's small villa.
"Miss, we have arrived, it's here."
In the limousine, a well-dressed old butler turned his head and spoke to a young girl.
The girl sitting with her slender legs crossed looked to be only about twelve years old, and was not very tall. She was wearing a pair of capri jeans, a loose, branded hip-hop shirt, and an Arale cap with the two little eye-catching wings sticking out on each side[2].
This was a little Lolita with a delicate face and the appearance of a child star; luckily, there weren't many people around the Wang family's small villa, otherwise this girl would definitely have been recognized.
Of course, she did enjoy the glorious feeling of being recognized at a glance, but now that she had arrived at a place that had very few passerbys, she already had no expectations whatsoever of anyone here recognizing her. With a little sigh, she peeked out the window at the Wang family's small villa not far away. "The guy elder sister has taken a fancy to is in that villa?" 
"Yes, we've already thoroughly investigated this matter, Miss…"
"Eh?! Are you sure you didn't make a mistake? How can my future brother-in-law be a pauper living in such a remote suburb?"
"There's absolutely no mistake, Miss. This is the address I was given when I inquired with Eldest Miss' chauffeur, Lu Zhao," the old butler replied precisely. "But I must remind Miss that it is too early to call him brother-in-law. Although free love is advocated nowadays, the matter of Eldest Miss' marriage is very complicated. When she was born…"
"Okay, okay, you don't have to tell me these things. You're so annoying…" The girl rolled her eyes. "It's about the Yin and Yang Death Calamity, right? I already know all about it! I also know that back then, that fortune-telling sham already told all of you how to break it."
The old butler broke out in a cold sweat. "Miss, be careful with your words, that is an Exalted Immortal from Mo Immortal Castle…"
The girl shrugged helplessly. "It's the Scientific Cultivation era now! Where do all of you get so many feudal superstitions from?! I really don't think that old sham's solution is reliable… what 'When Yin and Yang fall into chaos, our Mo blood will paint the sky'… doesn't that simply sound like crazy nonsense?"
The old butler shook his head with a bitter smile. "Better to believe the worst and be pleasantly surprised, than to be optimistic and face the worst! Besides, these are the words of the Exalted Immortal from Mo Immortal Castle… Eldest Miss has to find the person powerful enough to paint the sky red with Mo blood in order to break the death curse."
The girl couldn't be bothered to continue debating with the intractable old butler. Instead, she straightened her clothes and got ready to get out of the car. She gave the butler a look. "Has the gift been prepared?"
Since they would be meeting for the first time, a gift was a must so that Huaguo Water Curtain Group's reputation wouldn't be tarnished. This was what the family had taught Sun Yu since she was a kid.
The old butler handed Sun Yu a cosmic storage bag. "Miss, in the storage bag there are two longevity peaches which can extend life and cure constipation; two youth-retaining, moisturizing pills to nourish the skin and cure constipation; two Xuanhuang detoxification pills to clear the intestines and cure constipation; two Eight Immortals health pills to nourish the stomach and cure constipation. Also, there are…"
"… Enough!"
Sun Yu didn't wait for the chatterbox butler to finish speaking before she grabbed the storage bag with some annoyance and hurried out of the car.
...
The young girl stood at the front door of the Wang family's little villa, completely unaware that a serious man was currently immersed in studying on the second floor.
Dithering in front of the door for a moment, Sun Yu racked her brain for opening remarks. It was a weekend… the person who opened the door might not be that guy classmate her elder sister was interested in; there was a high chance it could be one of his parents.
Also, once the door was open, should she introduce herself with her real name or her stage name?
Her stage name was Xuetao, which she thought was relatively well-known. But there was no guarantee that her reputation had reached such a rural place… it would be very embarrassing if she used her stage name and they didn't know it.
Just as she had mustered up her courage and was about to knock on the door, a couple of silhouettes suddenly flashed in front of her eyes and two strong men ten feet tall unexpectedly jumped down from the roof beam of the house…
"Bloody hell! Who are you?" Sun Yu was stunned.
"Miss, we are very sorry."
One of the strong men looked at the girl and said seriously, "… No one can disturb my Lord when he is concentrating on his studies!"
[1] Chinese netizens joke that Trump (Chinese pinyin: 'chuangpu') is 'Chuangjianguo,' which translates to "nation-building Trump."
[2] Arale is the main character in the Japanese cartoon series Dr Slump, who wears a trademark cap with her name on it; occasionally it has two little white wings sticking out on each side.


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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Tags: comedy, school, cultivation, tsundere, popular culture, almighty protagonist, action

Su Yue straightened up slowly and pouted. She was filled with envy, and so she quipped, "I also wish to have a tattoo."
Ming Ansheng stopped buttoning his shirt for a moment and lifted his head to look at Su Yue sternly. "It's better for girls not to have tattoos."
"Where should I place my tattoo?" Su Yue disregarded Ming Ansheng's words again and went back into her own world. She then surveyed her own body from head to toe.
So which part of her body should she place the tattoo?
Ming Ansheng could tell that she was serious from her words, and his expression softened. He stopped buttoning his shirt at the second last button from the top.
"You have to go to school, and if your teacher discovers your tattoo, you'll be expelled from school." He tried to scare Su Yue.
However, Su Yue feigned ignorance and Ming Ansheng's words didn't affect her in the slightest.
She sat down next to him and asked him with enthusiasm in her voice, "Where did you have your tattoo done? Can you introduce the shop to me?"
It rendered Ming Ansheng speechless.
There were all kinds of strange people in this vast world. However, people like this 'exotic' little girl was thought to be extinct.
Her existence baffled Ming Ansheng. When she was with Qi Lei earlier, wasn't she behaving normally?
But why did she transformed into another person before his eyes?
He was convinced that this young lass was doing it on purpose.
After some deliberation, Ming Ansheng decided to test Su Yue. He inched closer to Su Yue and asked, "Yueyue, do you find Qi Lei a good man?"
Su Yue hesitated before nodding her head in response. "Mm, his chicken wings were delicious."
There was a long pause…
It dumbfounded Ming Ansheng. He asked if she found him to be a good man or not, whether or not his chicken wings were delicious!
Indeed, her level of intelligence was of a different frequency.
Patiently, he asked again, "Do you like him?"
He thought that she should be able to answer this easy and straightforward question. 
Su Yue shook her head and looked at Ming Ansheng in all seriousness before answering. "I only like my Third sister-in-law."
Ming Ansheng was speechless…
Forget it. He was just too free to get entangled with an under-aged girl, even to the point of trying to find out why she had put up an invisible shield to keep him out from the start.
He said, "You better quickly finish up your worksheets. I've brought two more books for you and you can read through in your free time."
Su Yue remained seated and continued to fix her gaze on Ming Ansheng's chest. "Where did you get the tattoo done?"
Ming Ansheng was really at a loss for words. He realized that if something caught this girl's interest, she'd be obstinately unmoving.
But playing cards and having tattoos were not good things!
After some consideration, Ming Ansheng decided to coax her with his words. "You quickly go and finish up your worksheets. If you do well for your college entrance exams, I'll bring you to have your tattoo done, ok?"
Su Yue was beaming and pointed to her chest. "I also want to have my tattoo here. I want to tattoo a cat that's more awesome than your mouse."
She stood up after that and hobbled happily to the balcony.
"…" Young Master Ming stared at Su Yue from behind, completely speechless.
'I also want to have my tattoo here. I want to tattoo a cat that's more awesome than your mouse.'
The cat and the mouse, seemingly… 
"Ming Ansheng?"
Yan Rusheng and Xuxu walked in and saw Ming Ansheng seated at the sofa. Both of them simultaneously had a startled look on their faces. 
"Why are you here?" Xuxu and Yan Rusheng walked towards Ming Ansheng and scrutinized his partially unbuttoned shirt on his body. There was also a pile of Xuxu's clothes on the sofa.
What was happening?
She hurriedly turned and looked at Su Yue who was seated quietly at the other side. She was still wearing her Doraemon pajamas and her ponytail was messily tied up. 


Wen Xuxu is a tenacious, talented, smart and brave woman who was fostered by the Yan family at the age of four when she lost both her parents. 

Brought up to be the successor of a huge conglomerate, Yan Rusheng is an aloof, intelligent and arrogant man who is the most sought-after bachelor in the capital city. 

Despite growing up together, both of them seem to treat each other as an eyesore. She labels him as a jerk and womanizer while in his eyes, she is a shrew. 

Over time, they fall for each other, but they continue to conceal their feelings for each other. By a twist of fate, they are forced into a marriage. And unknown to everyone else and Yan Rusheng, she has harbored a deep secret for many years… 

Keywords: Childhood sweetheart, Womanizer, Aloof, Soulmates, Forced marriage, Orphan, Secretary 

Sugary Scene： 

Suddenly, Wen Xuxu stretched her hand to clutch his wrist and pulled him forcefully. 
Yan Rusheng was caught off guard and he lost his footing. He fell on the bed and then his breathing became sluggish. 
Young Master Yan was afraid that he might lose control of himself and do something to Wen Xuxu... the woman he loathed. So he hastily raised his head. 
But he had barely moved away when Wen Xuxu stretched out her hands and put them around his neck. "Don't leave."

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