Nisa say sorry to the owner politely, expressing her regret and willing to be responsible for the wrongs and the hotel will also pay for the damages and she also ask for the assistant from all department in fixing the problem and get a good cooperation.

The studio told about their policies and work flow to her in summary and also explained to her that at first how to arrange the set to reflect what kind of image.

Follow with her own experience as a famous architect just one look and her brain can order" the table and the set will be arrange like plan and the frame in the front need a bit of adjustment but you can try to arrange it like what you plan first i'll help you look at it"

After that she ask to go out to make a phone call.

"Hello Thida"

"What's up Nisa, what are you thinking calling at this hour, i'm working."

"Help me please my friend, you need to help me first if not i'll die"

"...please wait a bit" Thida might be speaking with someone asking for permission at her work place before turn back to speak in the phone with her friend "err, what is it, hurry up and say it."

Nisa tell everything to her friend in summary before go into requesting "is there any photo that can replace that? any photo is ok just need it to be big and able to reflect wedding"

"what photo?"

"heard that Nut and his friends open a photo studio right? can you call and ask him if there's any bride and groom photo that's as big as actual human size, i want to rent for a night so calculate the renting, err also cupid photos that i painted for the professor is also ok, where did you put it?"

"sold already, those people still praise that it was able to sell at high price, wait let me call and ask them, i'll tell you after."

"umm"

Nisa end the call with her friend and went back into the event, the frame in front of the event hall start to take shape and the staffs are helping to arrange flowers on the frame.

Not yet start to decorate anything else yet but people all start to over do it and make the foam wall with the bride and groom's name fall down making cranking sounds causing Nisa heart to fall..

The first thing she did is to calm down the owner not to worry and call the studio to help prepare a new foam.

"This foam plate we let the hotel do"

"Ja!" Nisa hurriedly straighten the problem, starting to feel that this period of time she use these words too often.

"the one who make the plate is gone, Miss Socheata"

"the boss is gone but the small workers is here"

"good then i ask for the workers and materials to start work now"

When the material is prepared Nisa start work herself, let people know that this thing with just my skill is more then enough, just write words and cut it and paint it, easy peasy!

She carved the words beautifully after that the workers help paint.

Thida called so she walk out.

"Hello Thida, what's up?"

"have only make up photo, it's girl and guy hug each other if look again can be phoenix and dragon couple."

"great!"

"Nut is delivering it to you, will probably arrive there in one hour."

"Thanks Thida"

"erm, i'm always happy to help."

"so i'll close now i'm a bit busy here"

Nisa walk back into the event while considering the flower frame "miss the flower is a bit too distant from each other right?"

"it's..." the wedding studio representative stutter "flower from our side is only this much...at first we think that it's the other hall as the entrance is much smaller than this"

"we already inform that it's this hall that need decoration" the preparation department hurriedly reply.

Nisa take a deep breath and ask again "what about the frame stand? need to decorate with flower too?"

"only this much flower, maybe no? also no photo too."

"There's photo, i use other photo to replace this so can you help spare some flower to decorate the foot of the stand to make it look better? also the frame make it so that it look spacious a bit is also ok no need to place the flower close to each other i'll help you"

"what did you say Ja?"

"i'm requesting to speak with the frame decorator Ja it's better to discuss now"

A small looking girl that is concentrating in decorating the flower pause her work and walk to her.

"err Miss help arrange the flower in this way Ja, also use that dark pink flower there.."

After talk about it until happy with the image she had in mind for the girl to listen to she then wave her hand at a hotel staff "Little brother, can you take a motorcycle taxi to the market, do you know where?"

The staff nod.

"Go and buy balloons buy lots and lots of it, take many color and get the big ones, big enough that when you inflate it, it become this big" after saying that she make gesture and continue "buy some thin white cloth/fabrics too pick a good brand." After finish speaking she hand some money to the staff.

"Hurry there and back okay?"

"Sir paint that area to don't leave any spot also use this color to style it like this too on all letter."

Accident lead to an un imaginable new life...an unprecented plot turn out to be something else..

Is ghost real? Is it true that there’s a thing call Karma?

Can she live this life? Can she love? Will the her in this body be able to find true love?

Can she change people opinion of the original body?

Will she be able to pull it off as a good girl at the end?

Will this be a tragedy or a blessing in disguise?

Will people even trust her? With all that is in her past?

You’ll find out in this story.

Mr. Lu had quite a huge temper as well. Lin Wanwan tried her best to soften her voice. "We haven't seen each other for half a month. I miss you a lot. I'm sure you miss me too, right?"
She wasn't lying. They were used to seeing each other every day. After being separated for a period of time, she would be lying if she said she didn't miss him.
Thankfully, she didn't have any free time during this period. If not, she would have long looked for Lu Zhanbei.
"No." Actually, they met every night. It was just that she didn't know this.
Lin Wanwan clenched her teeth. "Are you sure you want to be so ruthless?"
Lu Zhanbei changed his tone, sounding innocent. "What's wrong with me? The ruthless one is obviously you."
With a slam, Lin Wanwan hung up the call.
She knew that although Lu Zhanbei was just saying this, he would definitely not think that she would be able to run back to the city. As such, she turned her grief and indignation into strength and really returned to her condominium with only her two legs.
Such running was more relaxed than Xing Si's weight-running. When she returned, she was still energetic aside from panting a little.
When Lin Wanwan, who had been severely sleep-deprived for half a month, opened her eyes again, it was the next day.
Seeing that she was about to be late, she packed up simply and hurried toward the production studio.
After changing into the beautiful dress for the film, she let the makeup artist apply makeup to her face. She took out her mobile and started to refresh Weibo.
Fu Ya, who was sitting next to her and closing her eyes to rest, said lazily, "There hasn't been any major news recently. The first paparazzi in Xia country gave birth to a child. The male celebrity who loves to be in a threesome admitted to it. The female singer who loves one-night stands has stopped doing so. The entertainment circle has been peaceful recently. Nothing much." 
Lin Wanwan was speechless. "…"
Nothing was taboo in Fu Ya's words.
"However, there's a piece of news that's worth your attention."
"What?"
"This year's 'Angel City' model show will take place in Xia country. In order to raise awareness, the organizing committee invited a number of celebrities from the entertainment circle to participate. I heard that there will even be a friendly match between the circles. I feel that you will receive an invitation as well. Are you going?"
"Not going. I'm not free."
If she had that time, she might as well reinforce her training.
After her makeup was done, Lin Wanwan started filming.
The director had put all her filming scenes together. Lin Wanwan's filming intensity was very strong. Thankfully, she was physically stronger now and her acting skills were on-point. Her progress, which was like she'd been sitting on a rocket, satisfied everyone.
Lu Zhanbei didn't contact her for a few days consecutively.
Lin Wanwan held it in and didn't take the initiative.
As Fu Ya had said, she indeed received an invitation for "Angel City."
"Si Dada, I'm not interested in the model show. Help me reject them."
"Ok." Si Han seemed to recall something and continued, "Your high school monitor sent an email to my work email. She said there's a class reunion tomorrow night and to contact her if you're interested."
"I'm free tomorrow night." Coincidentally, she didn't have any scenes to film tomorrow night.
"I'll send you the contact number later, then. Oh right, did that Fu Ya get into any trouble?"
Listening to his cold tone, Lin Wanwan knew that he didn't fall for Fu Ya. She couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief for Baoer.
"What are you referring to? If she seduced other men behind your back? Fu Ya is now the dream lover of all the men in the production team. If you want to lead a good life, you have to be made a cuckold first. Financier, my condolences."
"…" Si Han couldn't be bothered to argue with her and hung up the call.
Lin Wanwan's finger swept across the call records. She stayed on Lu Zhanbei's number for a while, then moved away decisively.
He wanted to play with her using the game of letting one off first in order to catch one later? Sure. She wanted to see who wouldn't be able to hold back first.


Lin Wanwan is a pitiful mentally-disabled girl. Not only does she suffer abuse from her stepmother, her stepmother even attempts to use her as a sexual commodity to pleasure others. Eventually, the poor Wanwan dies from an overdose…

Perhaps a god or a devil had witnessed her tragic fate, but Wanwan gets a brand new chance at life—an external soul takes over her body and gains Wanwan's memories.

The resurrected Lin Xiao swears to seek revenge for Wanwan.

Having witnessed Wanwan's death and resurrection process, Tang Chen is intrigued by the changes she undergoes. When he tries to cheat Wanwan to gain possession of her, a knight descends from the sky and saves her. He allows her to seek his help thrice.

Just who is this mysterious knight?

The revived Wanwan demonstrates her astounding talent and intelligence. Not only does she leave her enemies helpless against her, but she also becomes a celebrity who sweeps through the entertainment industry. Who exactly is she?

When Wanwan interacts more with the knight, she realizes that he is actually a devil…

"From this moment forth, every inch of your body is mine. Resistance is futile."

He had descended like Satan, wantonly occupying her body and mind…

It's fine. Even if he's the devil, he would still be trampled beneath her feet.

Returning to the shop, Haruto walked in to see Kaya facing him with a furious look on her face. From her hearing, she identified his footsteps leading to the door from meters away and waited for him to enter. 

"You're late." Kaya was annoyed, Haruto could tell that much. He did not, however, know the reason for why other than him being late, somehow he knew there was something else. Though he had to admit, he had some idea of why she was annoyed. She had witnessed him speaking for so long with Touka that he did not even notice her arrival at Anteiku.

"I'm sorry, but I had to take Touka to school." Kaya immediately looked at him in confusion. Words that were not sent from her mouth were visible in her gaze: 'what do you mean you took Touka to School?' He did not blame her for her puzzlement, he would have been confused too if he were the one to hear what he said. "I flew her to School because we were talking for so long that she would have been late."

"How can you fly? I don't quite understand. Do you have a secret helicopter stashed nearby that we don't know about or something?" She held her forehead as she tried to comprehend his cryptic sentences before she remembered something that she had been asked to do by Yoshimura. "Nevermind, are you free after work? There is something we need to go do."

"Yeah, I don't have anything planned for whenever. I am probably just going to stay here where we are and do nothing most of the time." Oh, how wrong Haruto would be, his existence was unforeseen and things had begun to change in ways that he could not even fathom. "What do we need to do?"

"You, need a mask. We know a guy who can make one for you. So we are gonna go down to the HySy ArtMask Studio, which is the place he sells his masks." Haruto nodded in response though Akasuki's next words did envoke some interest.

{If we keep up the training with Taint, you can probably mold a mask and use the Taint to 100% cover yourself. There is another option if you want to hear it.}

'The first option sounds alright, what about the second?'

{Right now, in your body you have 70,000 Rc cells. For a Kakuja it takes a tenth of that amount of Rc cells. I reckon that your body can use these cells and form a Kakuja, however, even if your Kakuja forms then that does not mean you can use it. There are possible adverse effects if you use it.}

'Akasuki is there any way for me to monitor my Rc cell level other than asking you?'

{There is a feature that I came with which you have not used yet. [Status Update] would you like to use it now?}

'Yes.' Instantly, In Haruto's mind eye he could see a panel appear. He read the panel and scrolled through it.

[ Status Update - Haruto

<Foreign Entities in body>
 - Rc cells (F)
 - Kakuhou (F)
 - The essence of Taint (???)

<Natural Existences in body>
- The essence of Purity (???)

<Stats> -Rank 1-
- Strength (17/E+)
- Constitution (20/D-)
- Defense (20/D-)
- Dexterity (12/E-)
- Intelligence (25/D)
- Charisma (19/E+)
- Wisdom (12/E-)
- Willpower (29/D+)
- Perception (25/D)
- Energy (3/F-)
- Luck (???)
_____________________

'Well, there goes all my confidence.'

{You are quite strong Haruto, considering how long it has been since you started to gain power. In this world, you can dominate all life, there are a few monsters here and there, but that is only natural.}

'Thanks, I guess? I don't feel as bad, sure, does it sting any less? No. Enough of that, how much did my energy increase after last night?'

{It did not increase.} With this news in mind, Haruto realized how long it would truly take him to go at this pace before he could leave this world.

{Haruto, there is also a list of skills you have, would you like to see them.}

'Why was it not included in the [Status Update]?'

{I... don't know... I can combine them if you would like?}

'Just show my skills.' This entire time, Haruto's conversation with Akasuki had taken milliseconds.

[Skill List]
<Innate Skills>
- Muscle Memory (B+) [Passive]
- Wings (F+) [Active]
- ??? (???) [Unknown]
- Purification (???) [Active]
- Purity Aura (???) [Passive]
- Martial Arts (E+) [Passive/Active]

<Subsidiary Skills>
- Kagune (F+) [Active]
- Kagune + Wings (E+) [Active]
- Kakuja (D-) [Active]

Haruto would later look at the descriptions, as he did not have time now, outside of his mind's eye nearly 2 seconds had passed.

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Outside the studio, Haruto walked over to the entrance with Kaya by his side. 

"By the way, my friend is a little... strange. Just keep that in mind." Entering, a bunch of models all on stands, each displaying a different mask. One of them was different as it had a cloth over it.

"Where is he?" Kaya could only feel a little disgruntled but was fine for the most part, she was here with Haruto... alone. 

Haruto took interest in the stand with a cloth on it and walked over, pulling the cloth and revealing a man underneath it. 

"Boo." Haruto was wearing a deadpan face, he was amused by his sense of humor, no matter how strange it was, and introduced himself. 

"My name is Haruto. Nice to meet you... Uta?" Uta nodded and got down from the stand.

Uta was a tall, lanky man with black hair, styled into an undercut. Various tattoos cover his arms. Uta was wearing a gray tank top underneath a black wrap sweater, along with harem pants and black sandals. He also wore a black necklace with round, white gems hanging from it. His sense of fashion was kind of unique.

"Welcome to the 4th Ward Haruto, today I will be making your mask. So could I see your Kagune possibly?"

"Uhm... sure." He extended his wings and one of his scleras became black, the pupil still green. Instantly, Uta was amazed, his wings gave him a lot of material to work with, but what caught his attention was Haruto's single Kakugan in his left eye. 

"Ooooh, how interesting. Give me a moment." Uta took out a sketchbook and a pencil and his fingers moved nimbly as he sketched an outline of a mask. It looked like a Demon with its long horns and a menacing grin.

Haruto looked at it, before making a change. The mask would have been fully crimson, only his left eye would be exposed, but instead, he changed it to fully black and the menacing grin turned into a frenzied look. "I like that a little better. What do you think?" Uta nodded before giving his opinion.

"I like it. Your ghoul name will be something like 'Green-Eyed-Oni'. They are not very creative with their nicknames. Has Kaya told you her nickname yet?"

"Uta do not-" Kaya was cut off by Uta. "He'll find out eventually so what's the harm in telling him now?"

Turning to face Haruto, Uta continued, "Her nickname is The Black Dog."

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Characters
Uta - https://tokyoghoul.fandom.com/wiki/Uta

(DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT A GENERIC FANFIC WHERE THE MC WAS GOOD WHEN HE LIVED SO GETS WISHES. I AM TRYING TO USE THE ALREADY CREATED STORIES AND WORLDS AND MAKE SOMETHING OF MY OWN USING MY OWN CONCEPTS THAT I CREATED. Enjoy)

Haruto was a normal boy, living a normal life.  If getting severely ill multiple times a month was considered normal.

One day, he was reading a manga whilst walking home when an ad popped up.

"If you had to die, in which way would you?"

Taking an interest, Haruto thought of something funny. In his mind, he remembered the scene where a popular streamer Ninja told a kid to 'Die in a fucking fire.' so, Haruto typed that. 

He was about to close the ad without accepting it, but a man bumped into him causing him to accept the answer to the question. It did not seem like something happened so he was fine.

That day, Haruto's body never left his home, his soul, however, did.

Avery closes her hand around the Meyer family ring. She can't believe it was in Evan's closet. He promised her he'd give it back to the Meyer family, but he must have lied. If he lied about something as small as the ring, what else has he lied to me about? She wonders.
The green diamond gleams in the dim light, and she feels an intense wave of guilt: there's a small chip in the surface of the diamond that wasn't there before. She drops back down to her hands and knees and looks for the missing piece, but it's impossible to find on the gray marble floor. Soon, she hears footsteps and jumps to her feet. She hides the ring in her pocket and pretends to examine the collar of a blue shirt.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Howel, I just wanted to let you know that lunch is ready," a maid says.
"I'll be right down," Avery says. "I just have to finish packing."
She rushes around the closet, choosing shirts, ties, and suits. She neatly folds them and places them in a leather suitcase and walks downstairs. The ring feels heavy in her pocket, and she can't shake the feeling that Evan will find out she has it.
She finds Evan in the bathroom. He's standing in front of the mirror, and thick white foam covers his jaw and cheeks. The electric razor loudly buzzes as he glides it over his face. She fights the urge to laugh—he looks a bit like Santa Claus.
"Do you need my help?" she asks.
"I'd be honored," he says, winking at her in the mirror.
He sits down and presses his lips together, and Avery takes the razor. She watched the salesgirl in the supermarket, but she's never shaved a man's face before. She bites her lip and lightly presses the razor to his cheek, slowly sliding it downward.
He'd be really handsome with a beard, she thinks. It'd make him look more masculine and rugged. Maybe someday I'll ask him to grow one for me. The thought makes her smile.
"What are you smiling about?" Evan asks.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she says, smiling even wider.
Avery continues shaving, slowly scraping the razor down his face. His skin is smooth and clean beneath the foam, and she strokes his cheek with her fingertip. Evan smiles and wipes some of the foam onto his finger. He flicked it onto her face and then grabs her wrist, painting the foam up her arm to her elbow.
"Stop fooling around," Avery says.
She pulls her arm away, but he reaches for her hair. She jerked backward, and the razor slips in her hand, cutting his cheek. Blood drips from the cut and turns the white foam a strange pink. Tears well up in her eyes, and she swallows hard.
"See, now I've cut you," Avery says, fighting back the tears.
"It's okay," Evan says. He wraps his arm around her waist and gently strokes her back. "You look like you're in more pain than I am."
"I'm not," she snaps. "I'm just upset because you won't sit still. If you keep moving, I might cut your whole chin off."
She wipes her eyes and looks at the small cut on his cheek. Why am I so nervous today? She wonders. Everything is making me jumpy—first, I broke the ring and now this. Is it because he's leaving? 
"What do I do now?" she asks Evan.
"Keep shaving," he says.
"Aren't you afraid I might make it worse?" she asks.
"No, it's fine, just don't shave that part again," he says.
Evan gently places his large palm over the back of her hand. He moves his arm, guiding the razor over his face. When he finishes, he lifts her hand from his face, kisses her wrist, and lets her go. She grabs a white towel and wipes the foam from his face, careful not to rub the small cut.
"Please don't go anywhere while I'm gone," Evan says. "Stay safe at home if you can. If you have to go somewhere, take bodyguards."
"Okay," Avery agrees.
He stands and traces the outline of her lips with his pinky. He smiles crookedly, tugs a shirt on, and takes her hand to lead her to the dining room. He pulls out a chair and immediately sits down, pulling her onto his lap. She snuggles into his arms and lets him feed her the Caesar salad. She finishes eating, but she still feels a horrible emptiness inside when she thinks about the next five days.
When they finish eating, he walks with her to the front door. Robert holds Evan's suitcase, and the Howel family helicopter waits on the front lawn to take them to the family's hangar. The gorse flower on the side of the helicopter glitters in the sun.
The blades begin to spin, and Avery's dress whips around her knees. She throws her hands down to her thighs to hold it in place, and Evan smiles. He leans in and kisses her lightly on the lips, climbs into the helicopter, and shuts the door. Avery stands on the lawn and watches the helicopter turn into a speck in the cloudless, blue sky. Standing alone on the lawn, she feels small and abandoned.
"Mrs. Howel, Ms. Johnson is here to see you," a servant says.
Sophie is waiting for her in the front parlor. The French windows are wide open, and the fresh spring air blows into the room. Sophie leaps to her feet and gives Avery a warm hug, and Avery feels overwhelmingly grateful for her mother's friend. They sit on the sofa, and Avery calls for tea. 
"I'm so sorry," Avery says. "I've been trying to get in touch with Bryan, but I haven't been able to reach him."
"It's okay—I know he's a free spirit," Sophie says with a small sigh. "If he really is my son, I've already waited more than twenty years to know him. I suppose I can wait a little longer. Besides, I'm hoping you'll hear from him soon. Until then, I have to stay in town for some unexpected business." 
Avery nods and pours two cups of rosehip tea. She wraps her fingers around her mug and inhaled the sweet steam before blowing gently on the hot liquid. She takes a sip and looks at Sophie.
"I have two questions for you, Sophie, but they're a bit delicate," she says. "Can we keep this conversation between us?"
"Of course," Sophie says
"You must know everyone worth knowing in the jewelry industry," Avery says.
"I do," Sophie agrees.
Avery puts her tea down and reaches into her pocket. She passes Sophie the Meyer family ring and watches as Sophie examines it. First, Sophie holds it to the light, checking the clarity of the diamond. Then she pulls a small jeweler's magnifying glass from her pocket and looks at the band and the setting. She runs her finger over the chip and frowns.
"It's an exquisite ring," Sophie says. "The color and the cut of the diamond is truly unique. It's such a shame it's damaged."
"That's what I wanted to ask you about," Avery says. "Do you know someone who could fix it?"
"I'm not sure," Sophie says. "This kind of chip is tremendously difficult to repair. There are only a handful of jewelers in the world who would dare to try."
Avery feels a new wave of guilt. The ring is a priceless Meyer family heirloom, and I've ruined it, she thinks. How can I ever return it to them like this? I should never have taken it from Charles in the first place. 
"Don't look so upset, dear," Sophie says. "I know of one specialist who may be able to help, but she has an odd temper."
She digs through her purse and passes Avery a business card. The paper feels thick and smooth in Avery's hands, but the card is quite simple. It only says F.S. and an address. Avery slides the card into her pocket, and thanks, Sophie.
"She keeps a low profile, but everyone in the field knows of her," Sophie says. "She's a bit of a hermit, and few people have ever seen her. Honestly, I'm not sure if it would help or hurt your chances with her if you mentioned my name. Now, you said there were two things you wanted to ask me—what was the other?" 


WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
The story CONTAINS harsh words that are not suitable for young readers. There are several twists and mysteries inside this novel. The plot is not a typical contemporary-romance alone but an action-filled series fueled by revenge! 


Since childhood, she was trained to be a perfect wife to the Billionaire heir, Evan Howel. She loved him and adored this man. People around them often said she's his dog and no matter how she's badly treated by him in the past years of being married, she would keep coming back to him meekly. She tried to seduce him several times but she failed to sleep with him and being kicked out of his bed.
Someone had plotted to kill her by pushing her into the water that almost took her life. When she woke up, she became a different woman he used to know. She sneered and gave her husband a divorce agreement. 

Evan Howel offered five billion for their 3 years of marriage as compensation. She felt disgusted and declined his generosity. He began to think about why she changes into a strong woman and dare to provoke him. 

He realized that he can't let go of his beautiful wife who suffered so much for how many years. He wanted her to stay and he played a sex videotape of them in a silent mode before whispering into her ear: "If you don't tear up the divorce paper, I will unmute this video and let the whole world know about it!". She was shocked to see the video of their intimate moments that happened because of the drug given to them. 

She's ready to leave him but her devil husband won't let her go. Would she change her mind after what he had done to her? Would she give up herself again out of love? Could she win over the struggle and conspiracy plotted by Evan's grandfather?


Warning: Strong parental guidance as some chapters are not suitable for minors. 

List of my Novels Here in Webnovel 

1. Billionaire Defiant Wife
2. The Cage of The Past
3. Revenge to the Devil
4. Winter of the Wolves
5. Love & Revenge
6. My Billionaire Husband
7. Love & Revenge: The Return of the Heiress
8. You Are Mine (English)
9. Memories of the Night




Special Note: If you are looking for a sweet contemporary-romance genre, this novel doesn't have that kind of plot. Most plots of my novel talk about mystery, suspense, and a slice of life. Often FL starts a slow pace of development, from weak to strong.

Somewhere in Africa named Nigeria. There are many talented musicians over there. One amongst is adequate happened to be the most awarding and fast rising pop-artiste. He does rapping, singing and he's also a freaking good song writer. He's one of the most best and exceptional musician globally.
Adequate has a manager 'Toni' who manage him. He also has a record label of his own popularly known as AdeNation. One morning adequate's manager was inside a muscle camry with her driver driving her to adequate's mansion somewhere in Lagos state(Ibeju Lekki_Phase1). Toni is a funny young lady, she makes people to laugh though she might be very stubborn too but she's a nice person and very accommodative and she also cares about others people hospitality. Inside muscle she picked up her handset and dialed adequate's phone number. But adequate didn't pick up and she was dialing it subsequently and she later got frustrated.
In adequate's mansion, he was in his room sleeping in his bed, snoring heavily. Toni still inside her car and said to herself... Why? Why is he not picking up my calls? He should know we gat an appointments this morning, what has he eaten that still makes him to be sleeping like a fowl? Then toni tried calling him again but all to no avail, drive faster we must get to his house within fifteen minutes this is 7:24am I must reach him before 8'0clock dot. Toni said to her driver.
Toni got to adequate's mansion, gate was remotely opened then Toni's car was drove in and the gate was remotely closed again. She came out of her car and went ahead to the entrance of adequate room. She met adequate compound guidance and they all greeted her, she responded with annoyance. When she got to adequate's room, adequate was still found sleeping in his bed. Then she screamed aggressively. Adequate arose from bed and stretched his body gently, he was served hot tea immediately, he drank it and gave the breakable cup back.
Toni said to him;   man where'd you put your handset? have been calling you the one and only superstar the number one on the chart, you're  still here sleeping When you are aware we've an appointment by 8:00am. Adequate didn't utter a word he just suddenly rushed in to his bathroom. Toni was shocked and she said just please make is snappy and let's hit the road and she mockingly laughed and said to herself. I knew it. He might have taken some solid alcohol last night before he went to bed that even made him forget the day he was born. Toni said jokingly and adequate maids that were with her also bursted into laughter. She looked at them with a bad eyes and they stopped laughing and they left the room.
Toni stood up and started reasoning one of adequate songs and she was happy. Hey man_ you got to make it snappy over there and let's take our leave, bad boy with nice songs. She was referring to adequate while he was bathing. In adequate's company, where he does his music making and every other things that pertains to music, workers were there working on staffs, sound engineers all performing their day to day activities. There  were many rooms for its own aspect (1)  Studio room (2) Mixing & mastering room (3) Meeting room (4) Reception room (5) Promotion room (6) Big hall for video shoot (7) Big hall for events (8) Marketing room and so on.
The name of this organization is AdeNation. There was a lady in AdeNation private studio. She happened to be a studio brat. There are two producers working in the studio and one sound engineering. There are also a lot of artistes in the reception room. The female artiste was in the booth recording her beautiful motivational and inspirational solo song, the song talked about her past, what she had gone through in life but she wasn't catching up according to the producers. This lady has got sweet and massive voice. Not quite long at the entrance of the company, two vehicles drove in. The two vehicles door were opened. It was adequate and her manager coming down from their cars. Adequate was putting on latest designers and some expensive gold chains on his neck. Toni moved closer to him and held his right hand, they both looked each others face and Toni said to him. At least there should be some time we must act like couples, adequate was speechless and smiled and they both walked in to the company. They greeted the staffs and walked in to the studio room. Boss good morning; said by the producers they handshake and acknowledged each other. Adequate and Toni sat on a foam chair and they were served the most expensive alcoholic drink. You would like to zip some? Adequate asked toni.   You know I don't take that shit; toni replied him. The female artiste was still recording and she later got adequate's attention by her sweet voice and motivational song. Adequate paid attention, and asked the producers; who's that lady? One of our new studio brat sir. They replied. Adequate listened carefully to the lyrics of the song and he got emotional and told the sound engineer to lower the beat little so that the girl voice could sound clearly. Adequate already knew something was missing in the song and with the singer then he stood up and walked towards the producers sitting in front of the systems facing the girl from there while she was still in the booth battling with her song.

The assistant brought them their takeaway lunchboxes. Sister Xue took two and handed one to Qin Guan.

Qin Guan sighed at the box in his hand. The white foam plastic material was so unhealthy [1].

Opening the box, he sighed again. At that time, lunchboxes were really made with care.

As a chain lunchbox business, Lihua Quick Meal had initially started as a small kitchen before it began its hard journey through the capital, equipped with only a couple of phone lines and a few delivery men. 

It cost only ten yuan for a whole box of rice, a portion of meat fried celery, chicken leg stew and a fried egg. Taste aside, that price was quite reasonable.

Sister Xue talked with Qin Guan while she ate, “Did you decide about what Professor Li told you last time?”

Swallowing the celery in his mouth, Qin Guan answered, “I could only do part-time jobs. What's the difference between signing a contract and not signing one, anyway? Aren’t you afraid of destroying your reputation?” 

He swallowed another mouthful of rice before he added, “Plus, after signing the contract, you can only work for one person. I won't have that much spare time. You might starve because of me.” 

The sinister smile of a businessman formed on Sister Xue’s face. She waved her index finger in front of him and said, “No, no, no. I could make more money by working just for you.” 

Qin Guan thought while he ate. He waited curiously to hear her explanation.

“Don’t you know that, Qin Guan? Models are divided into different classes like merchants in the market.” She excitedly picked up a cigarette. Then she remembered that she was in the studio, and just kept it between her fingers. 

“The levels of models, from bottom to top, are Untrained, C, B, A, A+ and Top Models. Their value and income depend on their level. You know you are at the bottom now as an untrained model. I can only get you small gigs, like third-rate poster shoots and exhibitions. T stage shows are monopolized by the big talent agencies. Unless you’re a top model, you can only dream of performing on a T show.” 

Qin Guan swallowed the last mouthful of rice and asked, “Why you are so confident about me? I’m only a greenhorn doing part-time jobs.” 

Sister Xue suddenly lay flat on the sofa helplessly. “If Professor Li says you can do it, then you should be able to. I’m a little afraid, in fact.”

Qin Guan laughed and patted her on the shoulder. “I’ll talk with Professor Li next time I see her. I’ll think it over.”

After everyone finished lunch, the assistants packed up all the costumes and props and carried them to their car. They followed the studio car to Xizhimen in a formidable formation.

The site was the Xizhimen Cathedral Church, which was quite close to Qin Guan’s college. People always called it the Western Church. It was one of the four cathedral churches in Beijing, located at 133 Xizhimennei Street in the Xicheng District. Being the newest and smallest out of the four churches, it was the only one that hadn’t been built by the Society of Jesus.

The car arrived at the entrance of the church. They arranged the equipment and props, and folded out the chairs and dressing table into their proper places. The old guard opened the gate for them, the key quivering in his hands.

Before he left, he reminded everyone, “You have only one afternoon. Be careful and don’t cause any damages inside.”

Qin Guan got out of Sister Xue’s car and observed the church carefully. In his past life, he had lived in the capital for so many years, yet he had never visited it.

He walked slowly to the main gate. The Lady of Mount Carmel Church, was a Gothic building with independent clock towers. On the entrance wall, Qin Guan found a stone tablet with the history of the Western Church carved on it.

The tablet inscription read as follows.

Tablet Record of the Rebuilding of the Lady of Mount Carmel Church
May our holy religion always protect the common people. In thousands of years, our church has experienced both prosperity and hardship. Fortunately, the Lord's mercy and spirit were always with us. May the Lord continue to be with us...

The surface of the building was covered in thick ivy. The whole church looked impressive compared to the buildings surrounding it. The front north wall was connected to the original north wall, and the Cerro San Cristobal was indoors. It was actually the only indoor Cerro San Cristobal in Beijing. 

The mottled clock tower had collapsed, leaving only one octagon abutment at the second floor, north of the main body of the church. Visitors could feel the aesthetic of the broken, ancient building. 

The photographer put his equipment into place. First, they would take the outdoor photos.

Qin Guan wore an orthodox wedding costume with white gloves. The ancient double-row European-style cuffs were shining bright under the sunshine.

He gently put his hand against the wall of the church. The white glove and pied cyan bricks created a sharp contrast, like a scroll travelling through time to show people a picture of times past. 

Qin Guan looked calmly ahead, picturing the future. He seemed to be waiting for his lover in the silent afternoon.

There was a lot of light and wind, so the photographer had to change his angle several times. It took longer than the indoor shooting, but Qin Guan still finished the photos easily.

There were only two series of indoor photos left to shoot.

They waited until the female model had finished her photos at the front door of the church, and then the assistant pushed the ancient, squeaking gate open and they entered the church. Qin Guan was surprised by the scene inside. What a sharp contrast!

With its tall Corinth pillars and pinnacle windows, the inner part of the church was grand and gorgeous. Rows of wooden benches were shining with paint. The European relieves on the pillars and their colourful glaze were unparalleled in beauty.

The long aisle was covered with a red carpet. Qin Guan and the female model were standing by the benches, one in front, the other in the back, their heads turned as they looked at the photographer. The white pillars, red benches and black curtains behind them added a mysterious atmosphere to the whole picture.

They adjusted their expressions and smiled at the lens at the photographer's request. The photos were finished without trouble.

In the last series of photos, Qin Guan had to kiss the girl's hand in front of the sacrificial altar. He bent his tall figure and touched his lips to the back of the girl's hand, which was covered by a lace glove. Through the lens, the picture looked quite beautiful. Four golden praying vases were around them. The white sacrificial altar and round vault looked intimidating.

Wearing a black swallow-tailed costume, Qin Guan kissed the bride carefully and sincerely. His long, straight legs and slender waist made women crazy.

The photographer was quite satisfied. The models are very dedicated to their work. They do whatever I ask them to. The sample photos are ready for the customers. Beauty is our priority. A nameless model who insists on displaying their charm and features would look ridiculous in these photos. Customers would not be interested in that.  

In China, the material of throw-away lunchboxes used to be white foam plastic, which was harmful to people’s health. About 20 years ago, it was changed to more healthy materials nationwide.



Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

Aku jatuh cinta pada seorang gadis ketika aku masuk SMA, Yukino Shirasaka. Aku hanya bisa melihatnya dari kejauhan. Namun suatu hari saya mendengar bahwa dia punya pacar. Bahkan jika aku mencintainya, aku tidak akan mendapatkannya. Iblis mengirimi saya undangan. Aku bisa menjadikannya milikku!

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Jia Yu exhales only to be forced to take a sharp inhalation. Her fingers curl into the sheets, and she whimpers seductively: "No...No more. It hurts," she places her hands onto the sweaty chest, attempting to push back.

He chuckles, a sweet melody as he curls his fingers into her palms. "You're the one who asked for it," he whispers into her red ears.
Jia Yu opens her eyes, only to meet a hazy ceiling. Eventually, her eyes adjust, allowing the bright chandelier light to shine. Her molars ground against one another as she feels another sharp pain. Her claws dig deep into his spine.

'What in the world?!' She hears a woman voice. 'Am I actually dead?'

Jia Yu wonders if it's her.

That voice.

Her mouth part, wanting to respond but only a whimpering sound exit. 'What's going on?!' she wants to scream.

She closes her eyes, only to part them again.
Then, she hears wheels rolling. There are many men and women wearing masks, hovering above her. Her head tilts to the side when she feels a tight squeeze. "Don't worry," Hu Lanying's face came into view. "You'll be okay. You'll be okay." Hu Lanying repeated that line over and over as the tears stream down her cheeks.

Hu Lanying places the limp hand onto her wet face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken you out! I should've embraced your hermit-like lifestyle," each word was heavy.

Jia Yu's mouth gap open, but no sound comes out. Then, Hu Lanying stops following her. She can see her best friend standing at the end of the hallway with two people in town, blocking her from entering. Hu Lanying falls to her knees, her face buried into her hands.

Then, an even brighter light.

"How is the patient?" The surgeon asks.

"Unstable," the nurse reply.

"What happened?" He questions as they continue setting up the equipment.

Jia Yu can hear multiple squeaky shoes and a loud, beeping sound. The nurse checks her heart rate - unstable - temperature - unstable - blood pressure - unstable - and pulse - unstable. The surgeon looks at the injuries and grimace slightly, but quickly return to his regular features. The nurse places an IV line on her arm. They wrap the mask around her mouth. 

It's difficult to breathe.

"Movie studio. Got hit in the head by a light. She's lucky; it happened at the studio not too far from us. She can't feel the pain right now, but she will soon."

Then, an awful sensation hits Jia Yu's head.

"Dr.Xuefeng, what should we do?"

Jia Yu's eyes circulate, pinning at every individual surrounding her. Then, her eyes met a pair of deep brown. Even behind the mask, Jia Yu can tell he is a handsome man with his light bangs caressing his wrinkle forehead.

She reaches for him, her hand slightly touching his gloved. "Hurt...It hurts," she whimpers out.

He exhales behind the back and grasps the hand before it can fall. "You'll be fine," he said before he looks at the people across from him. "Anesthesia."

Dr.Xuefang looks down at Jia Yu, who's slowly losing her grip. Then, he sees it....a beautiful smile.

She can only see darkness.

Not quite the one that makes the body trembling darkness, but a soft one. Then, Jia Yu sees it. A beautiful sunrise, orange and gold were blossoming beyond the darkness.

"Her heart rate is increasing," she hears someone yelling. Jia Yu turns around, only to see endless black. Then, her body tremble. She wraps her arms around her body, not understanding why it suddenly got cold.

But, behind her, she can feel it - the warmth. The one that encourages you to fall asleep, slipping into unconsciousness.

Jia Yu takes a step forward, "If I were you, I wouldn't go there," a sweet voice drips into the air.

She turns to see a young woman sitting beside her. The woman is beautiful...seductive. With her enlarge eyes complimented by naturally long lashes and high cheekbones, it's in her nature to entice - threaten - others.

Threaten - how?

"What?" She questions then clears her throat. Jia Yu shakes her head. "Where am I?"

The girl exhales, "The entrance of Heaven and Hell."

Jia Yu's eyes squint, "Say what? I'm dead?!" She expects her heart to rage, but she feels nothing. It's an odd feeling of emptiness.

"Not exactly. You're more like standing between life and death," the young girl clarifies.

"What? Why?"

She shrugs, "I don't know. Maybe some sort of attachment to your world," she twirls her hair. "I'm just an average girl, how do I know everything?"

"Oh," Jia Yu pouts. "So, you're not like an Angel who is here to escorts me to Heaven?"

The girl puffs her cheeks before a burst of laughter erupts. "An Angel, that's a good one. No, someone just told me to wait here."

"But, I kind of am," another voice appears, and Jia Yu nearly leap out of her shoes. He stands there, tall and firm in dark clothing with a folder beside him. "Jia Yu?"

Jia Yu nods, "That's me."

He turns his head. "Jia Su?"

Jia Su pops up with a broad smile. "That's me!"

He nods, "Follow me," he tilts his head to the side.

Hesitantly, Jia Yu follows him. With each step she takes into the warmth, she couldn't help but look back into the darkness - towards the eager voices.

"Don't worry," Jia Yu looks forward to seeing a white door.

"You're still alive," the man said with a smile. "Just think of this as a vacation."

Jia Yu scratches her head. "A vacation?"

He nods, handing her a clean white folder. "You're going to fall into a coma, so you're going to have to stay here until you can wake up."

Jia Yu nods and takes the folder. Her eyes trace towards the messy folder on his other hand. "And this is yours," he hands the other one to Jia Su. He opens the door, and they both step inside. "Take a ticket, sit down, and wait for your number to be called," he said before closing the door.

Jia Yu's face twists, unable to believe that even in the afterlife, she has to wait. They each took a ticket and sat down.

"Number 345," the monitor calls.

A man stands up and stretches his body, "About time," he groans. "I feel like I've been here for decades," he grabs his folder and walks forward. Jia Yu's eyes widen, seeing a door appear, and he heads inside.

Jia Yu adjusts her seat before flipping through her folder. It includes the basic - name, birth, age, job, etc. Jia Yu's eyes stop when it lands on a single word - a soulmate. Her thumb was blocking the name of her soulmate, but she could see the word - Doctor.

Her cheeks puffs in happiness, attempting to conceal her squealing like emotions. She looks up, "Thank you," a silly grin broke into her face. All of her worries vanished, and she couldn't wait to go back to her life.

"Wow," Jia Su said, her eyes scanning Jia Yu's document. "Your net worth is really high."

Jia Yu smiles proudly, "Yeah, but-" she shrugs, "Money is irrelevant," she slowly removes her thumb, unable to conceal her excitement.

"Of course you would say money is irrelevant," Jia Su distracts her. She places the folder on top of the small table between them, the ticket on top of it. "Wealthy people like you would always say money doesn't matter," she shakes her head.

"It really doesn't," Jia Yu said, closing the folder. "You cannot imagine how many regrets I have in my life. Money can't give you love...or happiness. Just a cold stash of papers."

"So, you're in a coma?" Jia Su question.

Jia Yu shrugs, "That's what they told me."

"What happened?"

"Got hit in the head by something. What about you?"

Jia Su puckers her lips, "I was having sex."

Jia Yu coughs, patting her chest a few times. "What?"

Jia Su flips through the folder, "According to the documents. I was too high in pleasure and my soul left. Interesting."

"Quite the interesting way to go," Jia Yu mumbles.

Finally, allowing the emotions to set in, Jia Yu looks around the room to see various pictures of solar systems. She set the folder on the table and stands up, scanning each one.

The solar system consists of colorful stars streaming in the darkness. Jia Yu's eyes narrow in observation, and everything seemingly stands still.

Until it didn't.

The Solar System fell into chaos, and the waves of sparkles roar in the darkness like a tsunami. Jia Yu gasps, the tip of her finger lurking closer to the painting. A hand grasps hers, and her body jolts back.

She turns her head to see a woman in black with a neatly wrap bun. The woman places a finger in the air, tilting it back and forth as making a tch-tch sound. "One touch and this universe will mercilessly suck you up."

"Oh," Jia Yu decides not to question the woman. "Thank you and sorry," she said, making her way to the other side of the room. Jia Yu stands beside Jia Su, who's staring forward.

Jia Yu notices Jia Su deep hazy stares, so she turns her head to look at what Jia Su is immersed in. Layering in front of them was a bunch of odd-looking vines, various color leaves hunkering on the stems. Jia Yu's eyes widen when a green leaf dye a deep shade of black, and then it drifts to the ground. She tilts her head, noticing how there were small scribbles in each leaf. She closes her eyes to adjust, attempt to read the foreign writing that changes to her native language.

"Cool," she mumbles to herself, mentally reading each leaf. With close contact, Jia Yu notices Jia Su was holding onto one of the leaves. Jia Yu looks around to see if anyone would yell at her for touching something, but the lady from earlier was gone. The only ones left were the same people who had been waiting for their numbers to be called.

One may say that this is hell.

Jia Yu tilts her head to the side "Oh," she said, reading the leaf.

The King, The Duke, and His Maiden.

She mumbles the word over and over to herself, again and again. Jia Yu scratches her head and chuckles. "It must be a coincidence," she said until she read another leaf.

The Darkest Knight.

Beyond the Stars.

The Loneliest Angel.

The Duke's Wife.

"Wow," she mumbles, "How oddly of a massive coincidence."

These were all books of the most famous stories in Jia Yu's world. The ones the Jia Yu is competing against in the entertainment industry. All four books are being produced into movies.

"Once is a chance. Twice is a coincidence. Three-time is a pattern."

"Actually, it's Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is enemy action - Ian Fleming," Jia Yu unconsciously respond. She tilts her head to the side to see the lady from earlier.

She smiles, "Impressive. No wonder why you're novel is being adapted into a movie."

Jia Yu's eyes widen momentarily before she remembers that she is standing in between heaven and hell, all places where all is known.

She nods, "Yeah," she responds casually before returning to the endless amount of vines in front of her. "What are all these?"

The lady smiles, "Potential worlds."

"What does that mean?"

The lady spreads her arm outward, "You see all these paintings?" She said, and Jia Yu nods. "Each painting represents a universe," she smiles, "And when an individual's imagination widens so much-" she turns back towards the leaves, "they become worlds."

Jia Yu's stare at the leaf with the title - The King, The Duke, and His Maiden. "Wait, you're telling me...this-" she points at the small leaf. "Might...May...Possibly...be-"

"Your story?" She chuckles, "Yes."

Jia Yu couldn't help but take a few blinks, "Holy...I created an actual world."

The lady shrugs, "Well, not exactly. You created a potential world. It's still going through a trial."

"Trail?"

"Yes-" the lady layer her finger underneath the tip of a brown leaf. "You see this?" She questions, and Jia Yu nods. "This means that this world did not pass the trial, and everything will evaporate. Poof. Gone." At that moment, the leaf shrinks.

"Why?"

"Several reasons. The most common three would probably be: One - the author decided to end this world as their ending — two - Although the story of this person is popular and amazing. There are too many loopholes to consider it a potential world. Three - the author decided not to complete it. One of the ways for the worlds to pass is for it completes its initial purpose. It could be as simple as placing two main characters together or as complex as defeating the villain."

Jia Yu's nods before she looks back at her leaf with a smile on her face. She feels an odd sense of accomplishment. Then, her eyes went from the red-painted fingertip towards Jia Su. She waves a hand in front of Jia Su's face. "Hello?"

The tears drip down of Jia Su's face, and instantly, she withdraws her hand. She leaps back and swallows eagerly, her breathing uneven.

"Are you okay?" Jia Yu asks.

Jia Su bit her lower lip, "Yeah. I just need to sit," she staggers her way towards the chair with Jia Yu following her.

The lady places two cups of water in front of them, above the folders. "Just in case you need them," she smiles.

Eagerly, Jia Su takes the cup and swallow the content.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Jia Yu asks again, seeing the sweats dripping down Jia Su's cheeks.

Jia Su nods, forcing a smile on her face. "Yeah. I'm sorry-" she shakes her head.

 "Anything new happened?"

Jia Yu knows she is changing the subject, but follow along anyway. "It turns out those paintings are universes and those leaves on that wall over there-" she points at the location they were at earlier. The dead leaves on the floor evaporated, leaving clean tiles. "they are actually potential worlds created from writers all over the universes!" The more she talks about it, the more eager she got.

"Potential worlds?"

Jia Yu nods, "Yeah. They're worlds made up of writers, and they might become actual worlds. I-" Jia Yu heaves a deep breath. "I may have possibly written an actual world!"

Jia Su takes a few blinks as she stares at the green wall. "They're not real?"

"Well, not yet. They may become real if they pass the trial."

Jia Su's hands start shaking, and she quickly hides it underneath her sweater. She swallows, "Which story is yours?"

Jia Yu smiles, "The King, The Duke, and His Maiden." The thought of actually playing a part in creating a world was beyond Jia Yu, and she couldn't hold back her eagerness.

The reason for her blindness.

"You wrote that story?"

Jia Yu nods eagerly, "You heard of me?"

Jia Su forces a smile, "Yeah. I heard of it. You're outstanding." She rests her chin above the palm of her hand. "Okay, since I'm with the actual writer. I want to know the reason why you wrote everything the way you did."

Jia Yu's ego was heavily stroke by the woman in front of her. All the years of being a ghostwriter made her indifference towards the praising comments online. Of course, once in a while, she would receive a beautiful feedback that would re-ignite her passion for writing.

If her ego weren't inflating, she would've seen all the red flags waving around Jia Su.

Jia Su is the type of woman that allows others to feel in charge, guiding the conversation with unnoticed prompts. Within a few seconds, her target would leap through hoops to please her.

All...except one.

In the end, he still bedded her; but that doesn't mean she had conquered him.

Jia Su does not know the meaning of the word rejection...until now.

And rejection did not end well for her.

Jia Su's body trembles at the thought of the handsome man who gifted her one of the best nights of her life.

The same man who ended her life.

Jia Yu could only smile as she rambles the whole storyline to Jia Su, from the beginning to the end, the reasoning for each action of each character.

Jia Su bit her lower lip and lean forward, "Isn't that a bit rude? To not even give your characters names? Even if they are minor characters?"

Jia Yu shrugs, "Not really. Writers do that all the time. The focus isn't on the side characters. If I were to give every single one names, then it will only confuse the readers."

Jia Su tangles her hands together roughly. "So, it doesn't matter what happens to them?"

Before Jia Yu could respond, another number was called: "Number 567."

Jia Su smiles, "That's me," she said, lifting a hand towards Jia Yu. "It was really nice meeting you."

Jia Yu raises her hand, "It really is!" She reaches for Jia Su's hands.

Jia Su grabs the ticket number and folder before standing upward. Her heels click on the white tiles, her waist twisting left to right, turning a few heads. Licking the edge of her red lips, she hands the person her ticket.

"Folder," the person said.

Jia Su nods and hands the folder over. The person opens the content, "Jia, where is your photo?"

Jia Su scratches her head. "Ah, I accidentally spilled water on the folder and was trying to clean it earlier, but-"

"Not photo, no entry," the woman states.

A small girl enters the room, "Cool!" She screams.

"Please, do not touch-" before the Angel can finish, the little girl smacks her hand into a painting. Instantly, a tornado appears and grabs the young girl. The Angel smacks his forehead. "This is why I said we need a room just for children!"

"Stay here, and we will find your photo," the woman said, giving the Jia Su her folder before dashing towards the front desk. She presses the red button. "Lost mortal. I repeat - little lost mortal - someone come get her."

Jia Su looks at the door and smiles. With a single step, she enters the door that quickly disappears, showcasing an older man behind a wooden desk. Jia Su takes a step in front of him and crosses her slim legs. He exhales, "I'm sorry for your wait," he places out his palm. Jia Su gave him the wet folder causing his face to grimace.

She smiles, "Accident. Water."

He shakes his head before opening the folder. "No photo?"

"They check it earlier then threw it away."

He nods, "You sure you want to go back and not reincarnate?"

Jia Su nods eagerly, "I definitely want to go back."

"Alright," he takes out a piece of paper from the cabinet. "Sign here, and a portal will open for you to return to your world."

Jia Su looks at the paper.

"Is there something wrong?"

Jia Su shakes her head. "No, nothing is wrong." Pressing the fine tip pen against the paper, she eagerly signs it.

Instantly, a portal opens.

The man smiles, "Have a good life Jia Yu."

Jia Su stands up and smirks, "I sure will."

Jia Yu is a modern businesswoman who's also a famous part-time online writer. Despite being successful at the prime age of thirty, Jia couldn't help but reflect on her wasted youth. While she was studying at the most prestigious school/writing a well-loved novel; she forgot about her own love life. 

Even a movie adaptation of her novel couldn't make her happy. 

But, with a simple smack on the head by a flower pot and a worried "I'm sorry!" by the culprit Jia's life ended.

That is, until she wakes up in a house that doesn't belong to her.

In a body that's too skinny to be hers. 

With a face that's too pretty to be hers.

Beside a man that's too handsome to be hers.

And that's how Jia becomes - another transmigrator.

Jia Yu is the Villain's One Night Stand.

"The MVP of this battle is Okami."

Nobody in the class had any problem with the MVP being Shiro. Though he had attacked his own teammate at the end, it was basically just self defence on his side.

On the other hand, Shiro himself didn't have anything to say. He simply glanced around the monitor room and rest his gaze on All Might.

'This is not the right place to ask about it.'

He silently thought to himself. 

"Please excuse me. I am going to renew my gauntlet which was destroyed."

"O-okay."

All Might exclaimed out awkwardly. He wasn't expecting the first sentence to be that. But he was still a professional at the end.

"Be sure to come back before class ends."

Shiro simply nodded his head in response and walked out of the monitor room. He had no idea that he had made the entire atmosphere in the monitor room awkward, but he wasn't going to care even if he knew about it.

Though the awkwardness didn't reach to a certain blond haired kid with a bandage on his nose. It was none other than Bakugou who was fuming with anger. At the same time, he was in shock and disbelief since Shiro had one punched him previously.

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

Leaving Gorund Beta, Shiro travelled towards the Development Studio. It was the place where one can place request for some new gears or modify their gears.

After he reached the Studio, he knocked on the door. After a few seconds of silence, he pushed the door open and casually walked in.

"Power Loader."

Shiro directly approached the only person in the room. He remembered that this man was the only teacher in the whole school who was responsible for the development of gears. 

"Did you destroy your gauntlet?"

Power Loader didn't recognize Shiro but as a professional, he directly realized what he came for. Well, anybody with common sense could have realized it, since he only wore a gauntlet on his left hand while his right hand was completely bare. 

"Yes. I would like to request a new gauntlet."

"Is it the same design?"

"Yes."

Power Loader made the conversation quick and precise. He then took a paper and wrote down the requests. On the other hand, Shiro took off his left gauntlet and placed it on a random table.

"Can I request for some improvement?"

"What is it?"

Power Loaded looked up at Shiro. 

"The gauntlets that were made this time were really fragile. I want them to be more durable and hard."

"If I do that, then the weight of the gauntlets will increase by a large amount."

"You don't have to worry about the weight."

Power Loader looked at Shiro in suspicion through his weird helmet, which was basically an excavator claw. He soon shrugged and wrote down on the paper once again.

"Your name?"

"Okami Shiro from 1A."

Shiro gave his introdcution. He also gave his class name, thinking it was necessary.

"Come back in two days. Your gauntlets should be ready by that time."

Power Loader wrote down his name and class, and shoved the paper into a shelf. On the other hand, Shiro blankly looked at the rough actions of the teacher and nodded his head.

"Thank you."

Leaving those simple words as a sign of gratitude, he left the Department Studio. He directly made his way back to Ground Beta.

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

Some Hours Later:

All 10 teams completed their Battle Training. All Might praised everyone for their brilliant performance. Shiro was staying at the back of the group like usual. He was once again taking those half hearted words through one ear and out the other.

"Change out of your costumes and head back to your class."

Saying this, All Might began running away as if he was in a hurry. Shiro took this as a chance and soon followed behind the hero.

All Might turned around a corner and transformed into a skinny form with a poof of smoke.

*cough*

He then coughed out blood. Shiro finally caught up with the hero and looked at him with no emotions whatsoever.

"So you can't hold that form for long."

"Young Okami..."

All Might called out his name with no surprise. He had already sensed Shiro following him a long time ago.

"What do you need now?"

"I want you to do me a favour and punch me."

"...."

The hero turned silent. Shiro's words were simple and easy to understand. But since they were simple, it was also impossible to mistake his words.

"..You want me to punch you?"

All Might was confused. But he only managed to ask out his suspicion after a few seconds. 

"Yes. That's right."

Shiro blankly agreed with the hero. All Might was further confused but Shiro decided to push further.

"It is a simple request. I want you to punch me with all your strength. Doing that, I will be able to realize the power difference between the two of us."

"...."

All Might didn't respond.

"Can't you do that?"

"..I guess I can." 

All Might finally responded after a long time. He straightened himself and transformed to his bulky form. 

"I won't hold back, Young Okami."

"It is okay. I would appreciate it if you don't hold back."

All Might immediately went on a punching posture. Shiro also readied himself to keep his defense strong.

A short while later, a rush of air appeared on all sides. The air pressure was created by the impact between All Might's right fist and Shiro's right arm.

After the rush of air stabilized, All Might pulled his fist back. He then looked at his student who was unscathed after receiving one of his serious punches. He was honestly feeling proud as he transformed back to his skinny form.

'The power generated is also the same.'

On the other hand, Shiro began to think seriously about the matter at hand. He was finally sure that the connection between All Might and Midoriya was more than what meets the eye.

Midoriya had the same power level like that of All Might. Their quirk were also the same. That could only mean one thing in his mind. 

All Might had shared his quirk with Midoriya. And that was only recently as well, since the kid could not control his quirk yet.

Shiro knew that he might be getting ahead of the truth when it was something more simple. But he also knew that what he just concluded could really be possible. He could be so sure because he was also the same at one point.

'Can you also share your quirk just like that man?'

This question began bugging him. But he was sure that he will never speak of it aloud.

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