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"What idea?" The Azure Dragon Squad's leader, Mo Zicong, turned back from the front seat and stared at Deng Hua in shock. 
Lou Cheng had mastered the Tremor Punch, and Lin Que was going to return, which seemed that we were doomed to lose. What other ideas could there be? 
Deng Hua touched his Mohican hair and exhaled. "We can apply for special competition format!" 
"Deng, are you dumb? We don't know how to do formations!" Zhu Tao, a baldy with short stubble, looked at his friend like his friend was an idiot. 
Special competition format meant that the team could claim that they fought in formations, and applied for the permission to have three people enter the ring at one time. The opponent could also use formations to fight, or put in up to six people to use numbers to match formations. 
The Azure Dragon Squad was made up of a collaboration of several martial arts club. Even if they did have formations, the four professional fighters mastered entirely different skills, how could they execute any formations? 
Xu Zheng, who was driving could not hold and started to scold. "Deng, stop thinking about the impossible. Damn, something went into the heads of the Songcheng University team right! Do they have nothing better to do? Why are they in these preliminaries? Now, we have to wait till next year!" 
When they first formed the squad, they were confident. They were sure that they would come out tops in any division or group. Who would know, Songcheng University would come up as a black horse. In addition, Pan Chengyun from Hongluo Martial Arts School had already attained the Professional Ninth Pin level. Jiang Guosheng and Fang Tong, both, could not be overlooked! 
This was completely a "death" team that you would only come by once in a decade. 
Deng Hua had already planned out the details. He smiled and said, "Yes, we don't know how to make formations, but the substitutes of the Songcheng University Martial Arts Club are very weak!" 
"Tsk, share more details." Mo Zicong took a deep breath and kind of grasped what Deng Hua was trying to hint at. 
Deng Hua sniggered and said, "We can't beat Lou Cheng's Tremor Punch, and we also can't beat Lin Que who is about to return. But, we can be considered as strong Professional Ninth Pin fighters right, and if we can predict what's going to happen, we wouldn't just fail right? We can probably hold them up for a while. For example, Brother Cong, you can try to fight Lin Que. Wouldn't you be KO-ed within a couple of seconds right? If we intentionally put in the effort to defend, we probably can hold two to three minutes at least?!" 
"I have some confidence in this area you're talking about." Mo Zicong nodded lightly, somewhat understanding what Deng Hua was thinking about. 
Deng Hua looked at baldy senior, Zhu Tao, and chuckled. "Brother Cong will take care of Lin Que. I'll handle Lou Cheng, the rest of Songcheng University team are no-professionals. Maybe not even One-Pin, do you think you can beat the rest of them within a short time?" 
"Many mosquitoes can kill an elephant. I can only say the chances are 50-50." Zhu Tao answered cautiously. 
"That's it, isn't it?" Deng Hua raised his voice. "Wait till you're done with those non-professionals, you can come and join hands with us to attack Lin Que or Lou Cheng. I doubt they've more than a pair of hands and legs. If they get flustered, they'll probably make more mistakes!" 
"Deng is right. If we don't do it this way, we wouldn't even have a 10% chance of winning. We can only hope that Lou Cheng and Lin Que don't perform well, and with the special competition format, we would have at least 50% chance of victory!" Mo Zicong agreed readily. "Let's apply quickly. If we're late, it'll be difficult to get approval." 
Once the special competition format was used, there would be a huge crowd and mess on the ring. One referee was not enough at all, even if there was a competition supervisor, it was also not enough. A specific arrangement was required, so the earlier you applied the higher chances it would be approved. 
Of course, the Azure Dragon Squad themselves had some connections and could persuade the committee to "believe" in their saying of formation play. 
"Great!" Zhu Tao and Xu Zhengqi shouted in agreement together, recovering the lost passion and fighting spirit. 
… 
Yan Zheke closed her laptop and was just about to do laundry when she heard her phone vibrate. 
She picked it up to see and found that it was a call from Cheng. Unknowingly, a smile appeared on her face and she walked back to the balcony and shut the sliding door that separated the balcony from the room. 
"Sorry, the number you are calling is engaged. Please try again later." Yan Zheke's eyes sparkled with mischief and said these words as formally as she could. 
Why would Lou Cheng not be able to recognize his girlfriend's voice? He laughed and said, "Which telephone company would play the recorded message after a few rings?" 
Yan Zheke pursed her lips and smiled. "I've always thought that you're dumb right? So maybe you'll believe when I say such stuff like caller's engaged or something!" 
Her bright tone and liveliness infected Lou Cheng, making his mood better. He gently laughed and said, "I saw the video you posted on the forum..." 
He spoke with tenderness and as Yan Zheke heard his voice, her dimples surfaced again. Bashfully, she said, 
"What're you talking about? How come I don't understand!" 
She decided to upload the video to the forum and not send it to Lou Cheng because she was too shy. She would never tell her boyfriend that she had specially asked her friends, Dirty Tong and the other all, to help him record a video of the match so that he and his fans could see it in advance. 
That would be so embarrassing! 
Of course, if Lou Cheng did not check the forum in the afternoon, she was all prepared not to do any explanation and sent it to him directly. Then she would say, "Quick, praise me!" 
After hearing her pretending not to know what he was referring to, Lou Cheng burst out laughing, his heart warmer than ever. He asked, "What price did you pay to get this?" 
Yan Zheke did not deny any further. She leaned against the window ledge of the living room and said with a small smile, "A meal." 
Then, she said proudly, "I feel that "Lou Cheng's whatever" such IDs would be in high demand soon. So many people registered just now!" 
"Pfft, what're they called?" If it was not because he was using the phone to speak to Yan Zheke, he really wanted to send a lovingly spoilt emoji. 
Yan Zheke pressed her lips together and looked toward the sky. In slightly high-pitched voice, she said, 
"Not telling you!" 
After talking about random stuff for a while, she thought about something important. She took a deep breath and said, 
"Cheng, my mum may be coming over these couple of days..." 
Lou Cheng was shocked. "Mother... I mean auntie, why is auntie coming over on such short notice? " 
About "Mother-in-law", this living species, most men feared them. It was like facing a "Queen Mother". 
"It's all because of Uncle Xie! " Yan Zheke pushed all the blame to Xie Chengzhen. "That day, not only did Xie Tianque see us holding hands, his dad saw us too. We were all not aware. In the end, two days back, when he went to visit my grandpa, he spilled the beans. So, my mum found out. Good thing my brother covered us up. He said that it was because I was trying to shoo away the pesky Xie Tianque, so I asked someone to help..." 
After explaining, she had no more energy to speak. She made a mental note to herself. "Those were words of Cousin, not mine..." 
Luckily, Yan Zheke finished explaining in one breath. Hence Lou Cheng's did not beat too fast. He said carefully, "It's all my fault. I couldn't bear to waste time that I could spend with you... Will your mum really come and make her rounds?" 
Upon hearing her boyfriend's first sentence, Yan Zheke's frown disappeared. With a serious tone, she said, "Believe me! My mum is the kind of person who would do what she says! I suspect she's probably on her way to the airport already!" 
The explanation would not satisfy her intelligent mum! She would not believe! 
"Huu..." Lou Cheng exhaled deeply. With some disappointment and regret, he said, "So, that means we have to keep a distance these few days?" 
Yan Zheke's pearly white teeth bit her lower lip. She thought about it and replied, "It's not that serious. As long as we're careful at a couple of places Iike from the martial arts arena to the class building, from the conference hall to the bridge, the start of the pathway to my dormitory. My mum probably can't follow me all around, right?" 
"Oh yes. During meal times, there're so many cafeterias, so many people, and so many tables. The chance of meeting her is really small." Lou Cheng was rejuvenated and said admirably, "But, how did you narrow down to these three "risky" places?" 
"Just a guess..." Yan Zheke suddenly blushed. She looked demure and beautiful. 
It was because of this matter, Dirty Tong had teased her that her mind was now corrupted and would never be pure again! 
After a couple of exchanges on this topic, she worriedly asked, "Cheng, would you be unhappy? Would you feel that we have to play hide and seek and be secretive about us?" 
Lou Cheng answered sincerely, 
"No. In fact, I feel rather guilty myself. I feel that I'm not good enough yet, and I'm not good enough for you. In fact, I wouldn't have the guts to meet your mum. I don't have much confidence. I'm afraid I wouldn't leave a good impression. If the first impression is no good, it'll be difficult to change it, and it'll be even more challenging to be together in the future..." 
"I've been trying hard to improve myself. Hoping that I'll be good enough eventually. Then, I would meet your parents and give them the first impression that I'm a reliable person, and they could give their daughter to me, with confidence..." 
"Moreover, I know that I've confessed my feelings for you too abruptly. You probably haven't got used to it or accept it fully yet. If there's any pressure, I'm afraid that you'll feel that this relationship is too troublesome, too restrictive. So, there's nothing bad about being a little secretive now..." 
Yan Zheke quietly listened to Lou Cheng's somewhat clumsy words, and thoroughly felt the sincere but somewhat clumsy love. With a warm and fuzzy feeling, her eyes reddened and she said softly, 
"Cheng..." 
Actually, I already like you very much... 
"Hmm?" Lou Cheng asked. 
Yan Zheke bit her lip again and smiled. She said, 
"Nothing just wanted to call your name..." 
About me liking you very much, I'll tell you when the time comes in the future... 
… 
"Mother-in-law is coming to visit..." After he put down the phone, Lou Cheng was still a little distracted. He felt that he needed to do something, but after thinking through, he concluded that not doing anything was probably the best strategy. The more he did, the more room there would be for mistakes, and the higher possibility that he would be found out. 
"Ay, can't believe that though I'm only 19, I can already understand the awe of mother-in-law..." He laughed at himself. He couldn't understand how his high school and middle school classmates, those who started dating early, managed to face the "mother-in-law" pressure, or rather, didn't they meet at all? 
After spending some time to calm down and straighten his thoughts, he refreshed and rechecked the forum. He saw how the Road to the Arena and the Unparalleled Dragon King had led discussion through a train of related topics: "Lou Cheng, himself-Songcheng Martial Arts Club-coach". They started to discuss his master. 
"Old Dragon, you're my most respected human encyclopedia. Do you know the background of Coach Shi of the Songcheng University Martial Arts Club?" the Road to the Arena asked curiously. "I asked around before and also searched online, but I just cannot find any relevant information. He has skills from the Ice Sect, he has a last name, plus he seems to possess physical invulnerability, it should be easy to find out about him." 
The Unparalleled Dragon King sent an emoji with a bitter expression. "I had searched before, but like you, I found nothing... Even his name in the list on the preliminaries website is "Coach Shi". I'm even wondering if he's really called Coach Shi! But, to have the last name, Shi and the skills of the Ice Sect, I feel that he must be related to Shi Yuejian of the 'Wuyue Club'. Of course, he could be using a fake last name..." 


Here martial arts are no longer intangible legends. They have been passed on from generation to generation and from century to century. After the confrontation with science and technology, they have completely integrated into modern society and all kinds of martial arts competitions are taking place across the country as superiority among scholars are hard to reach a consensus but not as difficult among martial artists!
Lou Cheng has inherited the lost skills of the greatest martial arts sect. Towards his original dream and the glory in his heart, he advances step by step, becoming the warrior of this modern city and the hero of the era!

"To the Archive? Are you sure? Isn't it better to go to the bazaar, buy in bulk, see prices, buy something? "Baraz asked tiredly.

"No, no, let's hit the Archive, and yes, call someone there, tell me I need access to section B, which is for official use," said Dara, nodding and speaking at the same time.

"Why, with what joy I should call them, I don't want to!" Baraz answered, pulling in his necks. "I have a lot to do, but I need to go to the gas station, but I still have not earned money, for this and for lunch!" Baraz leaned towards Dara and looked expectantly into his eyes.

Dara deliberately smiled and said: "Baraz, do you have free time for me"?

"Of course, I would say so right away!" Baraz answered broadly smiling. He achieved what he wanted.

"Payment will be hourly or per kilometer," Baraz said.

Having received the answer, Dara without hesitation threw: "Hourly, we will not think, call!"

Chuckling, Baraz took out a new 11th super-super note, with 512 megapixels and a cool 20,000-hour battery charge, which he demonstrated before Dara.

"Hello how are you? How are your grandchildren doing? Are they glad that they live in the USA? Well, I'm glad! Me myself Baraz lifted his chin and spoke quickly.

"This is what I urge you to do, now grandson of Firuz Mirza will come to your archive, you will help him, he wants to quickly look through the catalog in section B, but you can't? Well, I'll pass this on to the general. "Baraz said coldly.

The phone a muffled scream and a curse, Baraz turned off the phone.

The telephone rang again through the telephone, Baraz answered: "Yes, yes, that same one, the sage Firuz from the main fifth department! Yes, well, I agreed, the grandson has all the papers, you will quickly resolve this issue, but his name is Dara! "

Looking directly into Dara's eyes, old Baraz smirked: "Well, you are satisfied, prepared all the documents, if you come to the head of the special department, on the second floor you will give all the papers, they will give you a subscription to visit sector B for three moth. Do you have enough time? "" Ahahahahahaha, "Baraz asked arrogantly with a laugh.

The palms of Darov soured like buds, thousands of needles rummaging in his hands: "Yes, Baraz, you are a magician, do miracles!"

To which Baraz dismissed Dara with his hand and said "No, I'm not a magician, I'm just learning!" was such a meme in the distant 50s of the 20th century.

"So do not worry, Agabay, was at your grandfather in the department, a junior communications specialist, and now look already a whole colonel, he will show you everything. Yes, don't be embarrassed, there is no secret information, everything in the archive is already outdated, covered dust, but you need to comply with the proforma. So you yourself know, the papers should all be in order. Have you prepared them? " looking at Dara with interest, Baraz remarked.

"Of course," Dara's breathing was interrupted, he shone like a copper basin, on a bathing day. "I prepared a letter from the university, from the department, and the first department**, I just have a project on the study of local history of the city and taking into account potentially interesting places for tourists in the European part of the city!"

"Well, come on, go for it, while you can give me the money in advance, I'll go out to refuel, or maybe I'll have lunch, anyway, it will take you two or three hours to archive time," said the smiling and happy Baraz.

"Yes, of course, here are your 50 mann," * Dara said, feeling light throughout his body.

The happy Dara went to the archive, at the entrance showing a pass to the reading room of section "A", he went into the room. Rising to the second floor, he pressed the bell knock. Behind the iron door steps were heard.

The door opened, behind it stood a pretty girl in the form of a junior archivist.

Stylishly dressed, under a uniform jacket was a thin dark emerald cashmere cardigan. Her well-groomed skin, hair and nails rushed into his eyes. In the East, determine the health of a potential bride, according to the state of the nails.

Minimal makeup, good posture. She had a pleasant voice, a sweet smile, delicate facial features. With green eyes, unusual for the region, like emeralds, but Dara never saw them in real time, only in photographs and pictures, so the comparison was more poetic than real.

Eyebrows are thin and curved, like onions, probably such a comparison would be more suitable for nomads. If Dara was in America he would be accused of sexism for it. It's good that we are not in America, flashed in the head of Dara. Yes, she obviously could not work in the police, her image is too memorable.

Surprisingly, with such a small salary of 2,000 mann, how could she wear such expensive shoes?

His acquaintances from the police often said that you need to pay attention to the details and their inconsistencies. If the salary is small and the person does not dress in his own class? This suggests that the person is out of place. Perhaps he was punished for something? Could this be a test? Or maybe it's a mishandled man, just a spy? 

So during the Second World War, police in the cities found saboteurs. They were dressed in military uniforms, but on their feet were new boots with steel nickel-plated nails. Whereas their soldiers had old boots with iron nails.

There are many options. A real cop, a detective must clearly weed out the unnecessary and come to the truth.?

Dara himself got dressed from the market, buying Beijing-Factory shoes, which cost 500 mann, and this girl had a fortune of 6,000 mann on her feet! The shoes were English.

From friends, Dara heard that only the cream of society, the elite, and the golden youth can afford such shoes. Genuine leather shoes, exquisite ?!

Damn, apparently, she's some kind of young lady from the big clan, but what has she lost here? This was also an interesting question.

She had a good figure. Is it amazing that such a girl forgot in a dark and dusty archive? He was fascinated by her.

The girl seemed a little older than him, perhaps because of her strict manner and formal clothes, a dark blue trouser suit.

Having gathered, Dara introduced himself, showed the folder with documents and the passport in expanded form: "I came to Agabiy Shiralezade, he is waiting for me!"

The girl raised her eyebrows in surprise, squinted, looked at him incredulously, said to wait, went to the phone that was hanging on the wall, dialing a number, began to call somewhere, to say something, to clarify.

At that moment, Dara remembered how grandfather talked about it. here's how to determine the social status of a man and woman.

A person can be dressed in simple work clothes, but he will have high-quality shoes and expensive watches. A woman wears expensive shoes.. Not to mention the fact that those who have a lot of money have healthy and well-groomed skin, hair and nails, this suggests that they care for them, eat well and rest. Not just sitting on a couch or in a park in the city, but going to the sea, eating seafood, not GMOs or preservatives.

Of course, the main difference between a true aristocrat is his or her manner of speech, culture and horizons of cognition of thought. They must be comprehensively developed. Know philosophy, history, ethics, economics, jurisprudence, languages, understand classical music, art, ballet.

"Yes, I'm obviously not an aristocrat, I don't like ballet, if there is a TV, what is the use of theater and ballet?" Dara thought, scratching the bridge of his nose. "Philosophy? History, I know, but classical music? Fine art? These are little telling facts for me, well, not counting Caravage, Bosch, Goa, Malevich."

These thoughts were interrupted in a pleasant voice: "You can go into room 27, he is waiting for you." Then, the girl gracefully retired to the end of the corridor. Dara did not follow her, since on the ground floor he saw surveillance cameras on the walls.

Dara met such an amazing girl for the first time, but as he noticed she was from high society. Yes, and apparently from some large family or even a clan. Dara felt like a frog in a well.

"Well, I'm not for dating, here in the archive but for searching, my treasure, the main thing is research and gold!" The eyes in the Dara were clouded for a moment in order to sparkle again with the fire of adventure, "Hello and Goodbye Spring, Hello Field and Big Money" !!! He said quietly to himself under the nose of Dara. With quick steps, he headed to the room with the inscription 27.


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(1 mann = 100 tenge, 1 tenge = 100 pools, 1 pool = 100 tinam coins, the rate of 10 mann = 1 US dollar).

** the first department - is responsible for information security in scientific organizations (the service of its own security, during the second empire - was associated with the state security agency)

Section "A" - the usual public reading department

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A small story about adventurers, local history enthusiasts, treasure hunters. They wander around cities, forests, mountains, steppes and deserts, seek metal artifacts and search magnets for historical artifacts and sell some of them at auctions, donate some to museums and keep some in their home collections. They work in archives and funds, second-hand bookkeepers do not forget, they look for old books, road workers and topographic maps of the 17-20 centuries.

There is the only main character Fang and his partner Dara.

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English is the same as in other novels. While it is far from good. The approximate number of chapters is from 60 to 100. Updates 3 chapters per week. The number of words is from 600 to more 1200.

COMPLETED

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

"Phillip was the favorite to win the 400-meter event, but he only finished sixth!"
"Only sixth place! That's really bad!"
There were many spectators came to see the race of the famous Blade Warrior, but they were disappointed by Phillip's performance.
Standing at the terminal, Phillip looked at the scores on the screen. He was more than a second behind the first place today.
How did I run so slowly today? Looking at the celebrating winner, Phillip shook his head with disappointment and walked quietly down the aisle.
A sense of heaviness came from his legs. In fact, the two cheetah blades weighed less than a pair of normal legs, but he found it was difficult to walk with them now.
Phillip couldn't help but look down at his artificial legs. At this moment, he could clearly feel them now.
Even though I can walk and run like a normal person, these are not real legs after all! A feeling of sadness burst into Phillip's mind.
Walking down the stands, Steven came into the locker room and found Phillip.
Leaning back in his chair, Phillip's face was filled with impatience.
"I came here to win the championship of such a small-size competition, but I ended with the sixth place! Damn it! How could I perform so badly!" Phillip clenched his fists in anger. He still hadn't realized the root cause of his defeat.
"Barron, it's just a small game. Never mind." Handing Phillip a drink, Steven continued, "Maybe the opponents were so weak that you couldn't get excited at all. Besides, it's impossible for an athlete to perform at his best in every competition. It's normal to not be in a good state for one or two races."
Steven was as upset as Phillip, though he didn't say so.
Phillip's achievement was directly related to the number of sponsors.
Sponsors chose Phillip not only because he was inspirational, but also because he was successful. The United States didn't lack disabled people who could be role models, but Phillip was the only one who could defeat able-bodied people in sports.
If he couldn't defeat an able-bodied athlete, he would be no different from any other disabled athlete. At best, he would be a disabled athlete with good performance. He would lose the attention of the media and the public, and his sponsors also would leave him.
I hope this match does not affect the sponsor we just negotiated with! Steven prayed in his mind.
...
Randy Blake rushed into Dai Li's office with a tablet computer.
"Dai Li, I just found this on the USA Track and Field; Barron Phillip just finished sixth in a match in New Mexico. It was just a small game without any top players, but Phillip still lost this match," Blake said, pointing at his tablet.
"Ah." Dai Li nodded without any sign of excitement.
"Hey, buddy! Say something!" Blake shouted.
"Say what? It was expected." Dai Li didn't lift his head and continued focusing on the training plan he was developing.
"Wonderful answer!" Blake pursed his mouth and turned out of Dai Li's office.
As soon as Blake was out of his office, Dai Li couldn't help opening the USA Track and Field website and finding the results of the match.
Phillip was more than a second slower than the first place runner. And the first place's result was not excellent at all. Without the athlete patch, Phillip's performance has gone down even more than I expected... Dai Li shook his head. As far as he knew, although Phillip's performance still could rank first in the disabled races, it was a bad result against able-bodied runners.
Phillip must be depressed now, but it may be a good chance for me. It's a rare opportunity to become famous by stepping on the most prestigious AP Training Center in the US.
...
The AP Training Center had many branches in the US, and the one in Los Angeles was just one of them. David Mills was the head of the center, and he had to follow the instructions from headquarters.
David Mills was on the telephone with headquarters now.
"Mills, that race in New Mexico was small, but Phillip just finished sixth. You should know what that means, right?" the voice on the phone was harsh.
"Phillip is new here, and he cannot adapt to the new training environment. We made a new training plan for him, and it should take time to work out. Right now our coaching group and Barron Phillip are still in the adaptation period. I believe that after this period, they will get familiar with each other and Phillip's performance will improve drastically," Mills explained.
"I hope so!" The voice was still serious. "Mills, you should know, as one of the most famous fitness training centers in this nation, we are viewed as a benchmark by our peers and competitors. We have no friends. I believe every fitness training center in North America wants to move higher by stepping on our shoulders. In fact, many of them have tried to do so, but they all failed! No one can step on the shoulders of a giant! So, I don't want anyone to succeed in the future. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." Despite the phone conversation, David Mills still spoke with a composed face.
"Good! You should remember that we are the leader in this industry, so we can't lose, even once. Any failure will cause people to doubt us and our peers to look at us more closely! The reputation we have built up over the years could also be destroyed," the voice on the phone said.
"Sir, I assure you, we'll never fail," Mills said confidently.
"Good! I wish you success, but I also hope you will remember your promise. If anything goes wrong, someone will be held responsible."
After hanging up this phone, Mills's face was somber. Surely, "someone" meant David Mills.
The attitude of the headquarters made Mills realize the urgency of the matter. He felt more pressed and diffident, especially when he thought of Phillip's performance.
Mills picked up the phone and dialed.
"I hope we can allocate more training resources to Barron Phillip. Charging standard? Don't talk about charge. We'll give him the best training even if we can't make any money on this business! Tell the coaching team that they don't need to think about the cost, just improve Phillip's performance. I don't want to see a sixth place again! I want a champion! Phillip the champion!"
...
The match in New Mexico was just a small race, and the West Bank Track and Field Classic held in Los Angeles was a big race.
It was not about the race's size, but it's prize. The West Bank was a rich area, and it often sponsored sports games. Tennis matches that they sponsored had prizes as large as the Grand Slam Tennis. The West Bank was also a big spender on track and field events, which made the prize of this event one of the biggest prizes in the United States.
A greater prize would obviously attract more competitors, which would make the game more exciting, and attract more spectators and even more media.
The 400-meter was the strength of the US, and there were many 400-meter athletes in this event. Therefore, the race was divided into two days, with the first day as the preliminary and the second day as the final.
When the commentator introduced Phillip, all the spectators gave him a warm welcome. Phillip waved his hand to the camera and managed to force a smile.
Several competitors around him were looking at him. They regarded Phillip as a strong contender for the final. However, Phillip didn't pay any attention to them at all.
It only took about two minutes before the referee gave an order to the athletes to take their own places.
Phillip tried to concentrate on the game. He knew that his opponents today would not be easy to handle.
Finally, the match began with a gunshot. The athletes started running to the shouts of the crowded spectators.
…...
The race entered into the final sprint stage once again. The front three athletes were still catching each other. Their relative positions were still not clear, as if the result would not be revealed until the finish line.
The preliminary was divided into three groups. The top two of each group and the best pair of third place runners would enter the final. No one wanted to be the third place if they could rank top two. The third place also had a two-thirds chance of entering the final, but it also had a one-third chance of being eliminated.
But all this had nothing to do with Phillip, because he was in last place.
Looking ahead, Phillip felt that the distance between the top three and him was so far that it would be impossible to catch up.
He realized that his pair of artificial legs were making him feel increasingly heavy. Pain also radiated from the joints between his knees and the artificial legs. Every step stirred Phillip's nerves and made him want to give up.
He was a bit confused. This pair of artificial legs had been with him for years, and he thought of them as his own legs. Sometimes, he didn't feel the existence of the artificial legs at all. But now, they felt unnatural.
The legs rubbed coldly against his knees, and this feeling constantly reminded Phillip that his legs were artificial and cold, not real ones!
They reminded Phillip that he was not able-bodied, but disabled.
In that moment, Phillip started doubting himself. His confidence was collapsing!
The top three runners had already crossed the finish line. The first two were naturally happy, while the third was nervous, not knowing whether he could enter the final or not.
Phillip, however, was not qualified to be nervous at all.
This time, he was last, even worse than sixth place.
Nevertheless, Phillip didn't look depressed, but numb.
My legs hurt and I feel tired! I wish I could go back early. Phillip couldn't even move. He didn't want to move at all.
The eyes of spectators lingered on the top three and on the next group. As for Phillip, he had been completely forgotten by the audience.
Many famous athletes came to this game; the fastest runner, the farthest and the highest jumpers, the best athlete for hurdles, the strongest javelin thrower and shot putter and weight throw players, and so on. In a word, there was no shortage of star athletes in the eyes of the audience. At this moment, people were more concerned about the winners, and no one would remember the losers.
What's more, there were women's competitions. The female athletes were wearing tight sportswear, which showed their fit bodies well. Some lechers in the stands were already having indecent fantasies.
As for female lechers, there were also male athletes wearing tight sportswear, with ripped biceps, strong pecs, and bulging a*ses which shocked the female audience. They not only made the male audience envy and hate each other, but also boasted their length.
Under such circumstances, who would care about a disabled athlete who was eliminated in the preliminary?
…
Two weeks later, Phillip lost again in the Miami track and field game.
Phillip didn't pass the preliminary in a Seattle sprint.
Phillip failed to make any achievements in the New Orleans Track and Field Classic.
Finally, a sports magazine ran the headline: Barron Phillip, A Fallen Star!


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This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

After breakfast, Qingling drove Lijuan to the train station. Saturday, she did not go to the office. Therefore, she can take her mother to the station. They talked a lot at breakfast and Qingling had confirmed that she would resign from Capital M Companion.

In order for her mother not to feel suspicious, Qingling lied if she wanted to quit her job because her working hours were too heavy. She also reasoned, even though she got holiday on Saturday and Sundat, she had to overtime from Monday to Friday. Her mother believed in the reason he said.

"Qingling, you must take care of your health. You have to call us often. Don't just quit your job. You must complete your responsibilities first, " Lijuan gave much advice to her daughter at the door of the station.

Qingling nodded her head. She then hugged her mother. Lijuan sighed because of her daughter's unusual attitude since she woke up today. Her daughter kept hugging her and being spoiled to her.

"Mother, you must immediately give news to me after arriving at our house. Please tell Father that I miss him too," Qingling said to her mother in a spoiled voice. Lijuan nodded her head. She took off Qingling's arms and walked towards the entrance to the station.

After Lijuan was out of sight, Qingling returned to the parking lot. She got into her car and checked her cellphone. She hoped there was a message she got. However, she was disappointed that there was no message she received.

She is waiting for a reply message from her university friend, Ciu Wei. Before taking her mother to the station, Qingling sent a message to Ciu Wei. He asked Renshu's phone number to her. 

After Renshu refused her love, Qingling deleted Renshu's contact number. She also changed her telephone number after graduating from university. That is why she doesn't have Renshu's contact number anymore. She also deleted all contact numbers of her university friends because they were always trying to make Qingling friends again with Renshu.

She did not have another contact number other than Ciu Wei's contact telephone number. She can get it because of an accidental thing. A month ago, she met with her company's business partners. It turned out that the business partners was Ciu Wei. They gave each other a telephone contact number. Qingling was also friends with her on Weibo. Only Ciu Wei's contact number she had from many of her friends at the university.

Qingling looked at her watch. She panicked because she didn't have much time. She had to contact Renshu so that Renshu forbade Yanmei from seeing Zhihuan. When she met Yanmei, six months ago, she threw Yanmei's business card out becauase of she feel annoyance. She also did not know the telephone number where Yanmei worked.

Qingling looked out the window. There is a large billboard above a large building near the station. Inside the billboard, Zhihuan posed with children. Zhihuan became an ambassador for child protection because the Capital M Company gave many scholarships to orphans.

However, people at the Capital M Company knew that it was only acting. Capital M Company provides many scholarships to avoid taxes. Zhihuan who smiled at the photo was also fake. Zhihuan is a scum man. He is close to many actresses and models. Rumors say he has slept with them.

However, why could Yanmei be involved with Zhihuan? How could Zhihuan know the innocent Yanmei? When thinking about it, Yanmei's words appeared in Qingling's mind.

"I worked to care for the grandmother of the Capital M Company owner, Zhihuan,"

Qingling slowly slapped her own cheek. Finally she found out why Yanmei could get involved with that bastard. Yanmei took care of the grandmother of Zhihuan. The man is really brash. He was not satisfied with the actress and model, then now chasing a innocent girl!

Qingling saw the billboard again. Suddenly she felt heeded. She immediately opened the company website and searched the address of Ma Zhihuan's family home. She got the telephone number and then contacted it. Long enough she called, someone finally answered the phone.

"Ma's family is here. Who is this?"

"I'm Yanmei's friend, Xiao Yanmei. Can I talk to her? "Qingling spoke hopefully.

"Sorry, Miss Xiao is not at home," said the person, but Qingling could hear someone else talking.

"If someone is looking for Yanmei, say she is not there," said the other person. Qingling was sure that it was a male voice. She often heard Zhihuan's speech at the company. She knows it's his voice.

"Hello, hey!" Qingling shouted, but the telephone was cut off.

"That jerk man! I hope he will die quickly," Qingling cursed him in her heart.

When Qingling turned on her car, her cellphone rang. Qingling answered the phone, even though it wasn't a number she knew. The familiar voice was heard by her.

"Qingling,"

"Renshu?" Qingling asked in surprise and disbelief.

"Ciu Wei called me. She said that you sent a message to her. She said that you asked for my contact number. So she asked me if I would allow him to give my contact number. Immediately, I call you," Renshu spoke slowly.

He sounded embarrassed. Qingling cried. She was so happy to hear Renshu's voice. In this time, Renshu is still alive. Qingling tried to hold back her tears. However, it didn't work.

"I miss you so much," Qingling said sincerely. For a moment, they shut up.

"Me too, Qingling. You are very precious to me," Renshu answered.

"I know. I'm sorry for being selfish towards you. I realize now that I can't force you to love me," Qingling said sincerely. 

Renshu's suffering in the future made Qingling realize her mistake. She should be wise from the start. Anyone cannot force love to appear or disappear.

"I'm sorry too, Qingling. I once said rude to you," Renshu answered. Qingling remembered their past fight.

"My mistake is more fatal, Renshu. I want to fix it," Qingling replied. She remembered that she had made a big mistake for not saving Yanmei. At this time, she will save Yanmei for Renshu.

"Renshu, you must contact Yanmei immediately. She is in danger," Qingling immediately said the point.

"Why are you saying that?" Renshu asked, Qingling realized that she was speaking wrongly. Renshu could misunderstand that Qingling said she returned from the future. Renshu can think that she playing with him.

"I heard that Yanmei worked at Ma Zhihuan's house to take care his grandmother. Ma Zhihuan is a dangerous male!" Qingling said carefully.

"Oh, that! I'm also worried about tjat because I seeing the news. That man often changes his partners," Renshu answered and his voice showed that he was worried.

"You must prevent Yanmei from accepting Ma Zhihuan's invitation tonight," Qingling said frankly again. However, she regretted being too quick to say what she meant.

"How do you know?" Renshu was surprised. Qingling twisted her brain again.

"I got the task of making a reservation at Hotel L for office events. I went to the Hotel and heard the receptionist talking to Ma Zhihuan. Ma Zhihuan booked a place in the bar and room at Hotel L," Qingling fabricated a false story. Ma Zhihuan as the owner of the Capital M Company did not need to make a reservation at his own hotel. Qingling hoped that Renshu would trust her.

"Is it true?"

"You must contact Yanmei now and forbid her to leave," Qingling forced.

"Alright," Renshu agreed. Qingling severed their communication. She waited for the results. Not long after, Renshu called her again.

"Yanmei did not receive my call. The operator replies that she is out of reach. It seems like her cellphone is broken again," Renshu replied. Qingling sighed. She remembers future events. When she saw Ma Zhihuan together with Yanmei. She was on their table with a cellphone brand written on it.

"That bastard must have invited Yanmei to buy a cellphone," Qingling said to herself.

"I have a bad feeling, Renshu. You should come to Hotel L. You must come to here as soon as possible. If you take the train, you need six hours from there," Qingling proposed another way.

"I will watch Yanmei there until you come," Qingling suggested. Renshu did not answer her task immediately.

"Renshu, I know that you might doubt my words. However, this time, even though my words are very strange, I beg you to believe me!" Qingling spoke earnestly. Her tears flowed. Her voice trembled.

"Yes, Qingling. I'll be there soon. Don't cry. I believe in you. Even if you lie, at least we can meet," Renshu answered in a panic. Qingling smiled. She can't stop her crying yet.

"Don't cry anymore, Qingling!" Renshu repeated his words again.

"I am waiting for you," Qingling said hopefully.

Qingling hoped that she could return to the past and save Yanmei. However, she did not expect that it would change her life too.

Finally she met her big enemy. Qingling decided to fight. But everything like out of control.

Hatred and love. Came in her life.

Tumuloy sila sa kwarto ng kanyang ate,padapang nahiga siya sa malambot na kama na naroon,pakiramdam niya na mis na niyang makatulog ulit sa kama na iyon katabi ng kanyang ate.
    "Masaya ako ate at nakita ko na mukhang okay na sina mommy at daddy,"anya habang nakasubsob ang mukha sa malambot na kama.
Bahagyang natigilan naman si Lyka,kasalukuyan na nag papalit ito ng kasuotan.
   "Wala na akong ibang mahihiling pa kundi ang makitang masaya silang dalawa ni daddy at mommy,pwede na akong kunin ni god!"hinaluan niya ng biro ang kanyang sinabi.
  Biglang nabitawan ni Lyka ang hawak na damit  dahil sa sinabi ng kapatid pero agad din naman niya iyong dinampot at mabilis na isinuot.Biglang nag ring ang telepono na nasa side table ng kama ng dalaga,si Laila ang sumagot.
     "Hello?"
     "Hi,"boses lalaki ang nasa kabilang linya.
     "Who's this?"ang lakas ng kabog ng dibdib niya kahit hindi pa nga nag papakilala ang nasa kabilang linya.
     "Its me Tyron!"pakilala ng nasa kabilang linya,bahagyang nailayo ni Laila ang telepono na nasa tenga.Paanong nalaman ng binata ang telephone number ng bahay nila?
     "T-tyron?"ulit niya baka kasi mali lang ang pandinig niya.
     "Yes,its me tyron!"ulit na sagot nito.Bahagyang tinakpan niya ang mouthpiece ng telepono.Sumenyas siya sa ate niya na lumapit sa kanya,lumapit naman ito sa kanya.
     "Ate si Tyron nasa kabilang line,paanong nalaman niya ang telephone number natin?"bulong niya sa nakatatandang kapatid.
     "E-ewan ko,"tipid nitong sagot at nahiga ito sa kama."Kausapin mo siya,"dugtong pa ng ate niya.
    "P-pero---"natigil siya sa pag sasalita ng bigla siyang talikuran ng kapatid,napakamot nalang siya sa batok na muling kinausap ang nasa kabilang linya.
    "Hello Tyron,p-paano mo pala nakuha yon'g telephone number namin?"tanong niya dito,narinig niya ang mahinang pagtawa nito.
   "Matagal ko ng alam ang telephone number ninyo,"sagot nito.
Natigilan siya sa sinabi ng kausap,paanong nangyari iyon eh kanina lang niya nakausap ang binata.Mukha naman na hindi din ito kilala ng kanyang ate,
    "P-paanong nangyari iyon?"
    "Wala ka pa din talagang maalala,"
    "Anong ibig mo'ng sabihin?"
    "Never mind,"sagot nito."Pwede ba kitang maimbitahan like a date?"pag iiba nito sa usapan.
Guwapo sana ang binata pero mukhang antipatiko!kakakilala nga lang nila kanina tapus ngayon niyayaya siyang makipag date dito,ano siya easy to get!
    "Ayoko,"tanggi niya,
    "Please,may gusto lang akong sabihin sayo.Alam ko maraming gumugulo sa isipan mo after ng aksidenteng kinasangkatun mo."mahabang sabi nito.
Akalain mo yon parang andami na nitong alam sa pagkatao niya,pati ang aksidenteng nangyari sa kanya two months na ang nakaraan ay alam din nito.
   "Gaano mo ba ako kakilala Tyron?Bakit ikaw hindi kita maalala?"
Hindi nito sinagot ang tanong niya,sinabi lang nito sa kanya ang lugar kung saan sila mag kikita mamayang gabi daw mismo.
   "Heaven Restaurant sa lugar kung saan una tayong nag date!"yon lang at nawala na ito sa kabilang linya.
Napahigpit ang kapit ni Laila sa telepono,naalala niya ang sinabi ng kanyang ate na nagkaroon siya ng panandaliang amnesya kaya siguro may ilang bagay o pangyayari sa buhay niya ang hindi niya maalala.Hindi nga kaya matagal na niyang kilala si Tyron?Baka makatulong ito sa kanya kung makipag kita nga siya sa binata,baka sakaling may maalala siya tungkol dito.Napasulyap siya sa malaking orasan na nakasabit sa wall alas kuwatro palang naman,usapan nila ni Tyron alas sais ng hapon sila mag kikita.Nilingon niya ang kapatid mukhang nakatulog ito dahil naririnig niya ang mahinang hilik nito.
   Tumayo si Laila at tinungo ang pinto,lumabas siya ng kwarto ng kanyang ate at tinungo naman niya ang kanyang kwarto.
Napangiti ang dalaga ng makita ang loob ng kanyang kwarto,malinis iyon at mukhang walang binago mula ng makabalik siya galing hospital ngayon niya lang ulit nasilip ang kwarto niya madalas kasi nasa kwarto siya ng kanyang ate o kaya sa sala siya natutulog.Lumapit siya sa kanyang closet at kinuha ang nakasabit na paborito niyang semi-dress na bulaklakin.Kumuha na din siya ng isang tuwalya at pumasok na sa banyo para mag shower.

Mula ng maaksidente si Laila marami siyang nakalimutan,kagaya ng araw mismo ng maaksidente siya.Maging ang lalaking minahal niya ay nakalimutan na din niya,maraming mga nangyayari na hindi niya maintindihan.
Napapanaginapan niya ang guwapong lalaki na nakilala niya sa personal na si TYRON JAVIER.Ngunit dahil sa lalaking iyon malalaman niya ang totoong nangyari sa kanya.
 Ang malagim na aksidente na kung saan kasama niya si Tyron Javier
At ang katotohanang hindi madaling tanggapin..
The truth and goodbye!!!

The person in the black suit was ready in the top floor of the opposite building to shoot the Minister of Finance.Even though the minister was guarded by a horde of security and some special agency ,our agents found a small hole in the security system to assassinate him.

We found out that he always wanks in the toilet,we got this information from our secret information department and he always uses his own towel to wipe the cum in the tip of his penis as he had some allergies to the tissues kept in the hotels.So he came to his room to take the towel and he stood near the window as a phone call came.Yes, that's our moment, the sniper on the top of the opposite building was ready with his M40A5 and he took the target and as per the instructions he pulled the trigger in the gun and the bullet came out in a speed of a lightening and it passed through the open window and passed through his head as the blood splattered in the floor and he fell down with a thud and the rug was filled with blood and other small flesh fell from his head.The sniper took his weapons and started packing them in a black bag.

The killer ran off from the terrace.He went for the stairs in the right corner of the building and he started to run fast as a cheetah.He was ready to jump from the building but it will odd to see anyone jumping from the building at the day time so ,he took the stairs.

The staircase was deserted and it was easy for him to run and he came to the elevator in the thirteenth floor and he enterd in the elevator and pressed the button which was marked as G to go to the ground floor.He came to the ground floor were he saw a lady coming at the entrance of the glassy white building and he got a relief as there was a black Rolls-Royce waiting for him.He ran up to the entrance and came near to the car and he opened the door ,threw his black bag into the car and he sat on the seat with his tight ass and pulled the door to him as the door swung shut with a BAM! The car started and it moved along the road's direction and went into a highway and in the middle it took a left into a small road.It was not a road that made of tar or cement.Its a pathway which was made by the cars that often goes inside that way.

The car tyres made the storm of dust from that road and after twenty seven minutes they reached a building that no one knows that its there for years.He entered into the building and he swifted into the reporting office.

"Agent Dan Roberts" he said to the lady sitting infront of him with small eyes and large glasses that showed her eyes as a bigger one.
She looked at him " Your ID number,please".
"AS22A2001", he replied with his firm voice with no distractions in his eyes.

She sank into the computer infront of her and stared typing with her incredibly lightening hands.He thought that the keyboard keys may come out the keyboard because of the quickness in her typing.She suddenly gazed at the screen and her look changed.She made a terrified look at him and took the telephone receiver in her hand and she started talking to the person in the other side of the telephone.

"Sir, there's an emergency situation in Report office number fifteen" ,she told to the person on the side with a shaky voice."Sir, our cleaning agent for the assassination of the Financial Minister was not sent to the location of the assassination"."Sir?, Yes sir the assassination has been done and the sniper has given the report to me"."The agent appointed for this work is Jeff McAllen, sir but he has not checked-in today to the office ,sir"."Now what should I do,sir?" 
Dan was carefully watching all these stuff going on in the telephone and he started sweating."Okay,sir.Okay,sir, I'll make sure that it won't happen again and I'll keep you informed about the situation until the substitute cleaner does his job,thank you sir",she replied in the telephone.Now she turned her head with a sigh to Dan who was standing at the same place without any movement except his blue eyes that looked like hypnosis machine.

"Dan Roberts, right?"she asked.
"Yes.mam",he replied.
"Your crime cleaner Agent Jeff McAllen was not here for some of his personal issues so we will send a substitute to clean the stuff,so you don't have to worty about the consequences",she replied.
Dan's face became red and he finally moved from that place as he leaned forward to the teak wood table and asked "Will this substitute of your agency do the job in a proper manner?" he demanded."Yes, sir ,yes",she replied with a gulp of her saliva that is struggling to go down through her throat.

"If he doesn't,you know what would happen to your agency and your services and all your clients will be caught and they all are assassination agencies, think about that,they won't leave it in a simple way, they will try to link your agency to the crimes and killings that had been covered by your agency", he went back to the same position were he was at the last time and he turned back and went out of the office.
She was terrified by the words uttered by Dan as he was so keen about it.The telephone rang again and there comes a bad news again.
"Our substitute is dead",said a man on the other end of the telephone.
"What the fuck? he's dead!!???how in the motherfucking world it had happened?" she started to scream as everyone in the nearby report rooms turned their heads at the same time and looked at her for a second and they returned to their work immediately.
"Okay ,do we have any other agents who are free now?" she asked with a rage in her voice.
"Yes,mam" he said.This gave her a relief.
"But ,mam...." he dragged his voice.
"What? what now" she chomped.
"He's a trainee".
"For godsake we don't have any choice.Okay,with whom he is associated with?" she asked with a tiredness in his voice.
"Our senior agent Matthew Callings,mam".
"Okay,I'll inform it to him, now take him to The Royal Blue Eyes hotel, immediately".
"Yes,mam" he replied and replaced the receiver in the telephone.
"Agent Steve Alexander" he called on another telephone.

The hitman kills the person but who cleans the dead body from the crime scene so that no one can find the clues.This is the story about Steve Alexander, a newly employed Murder Cleaner who was caught for the murder he didn't committed.The story spins around him and tells that how he got out of it.

Will be deleting this chapter soon
Anyhow! I got the response from WN and the problem comes from the symbols of the synopsis. ○● are a no go for the intro.

I would also like to inform you that I would be keeping this novel in its state of having no Power Stones. I am hoping to seclude this to the most minimal number of readers until I reach chapter 100. If you don't like the secret novel situation, you are welcome to leave.

To be safe, keep in mind that I have adjusted the characters' age again to 18.

Also, I am having a hard time making epic plots of worldly levels and would just stick to plain and boring conquest of women. If you are the ones who like planned novels, sorry to tell you but this would be an open-format novel with free choices for the progression of the story.

I just hope that we can keep this novel between us because having a lot of readers can be a bit toxic. Their harsh words dampen my mood that I always feel incompetent in continuing to write this.

So, this blocked format would only make this novel accessible to all of you who have added this to your collections. If you have not, then you can connect to the accounts of those who have written chapter and paragraph comments.

Aster shall conquer the hottest women and naughty situations such as MILF, NTR, and all the other smut are expected to happen. I'm also going to up the anty on fight scenes.

Anyways, happy reads. Don't diss WN for this because it is my free choice to continue the block. They could easily unblock this but again, it is within my free choice to do so.

The idea of writing to a minimal number of readers would be a great situation for me.

A nameless and disowned youth is sent out to fend for himself. Not known to his family is the secret that hid within him.

By his 18th birthday, the Lust Exchange System awakens from its long slumber. It assists him in his conquest to the peak and his life surrounded by beauties.

Heavily and strictly 18+. Don't proceed if you do not like these sorts of stuff.
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Just a heads up, this novel is basically a mix of ideas and inspired from all the R-18 Novels that I've read this summer of 2020 (AST, TLS, TSSS, PPod, LK, ir, TPEC, HPSS, EaWwaS).
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Alex POV

    I waited for Parker to catch up with me and when he did I saw he had a backpack. "What's the backpack for?" I just had to ask. 
   "Questions later we have to go." I wanted to ask Paker where we were going but I don't think we had time. Parker grabbed my hand and we started running. I have no idea where we're going but I have to get back home. 

    Paker and I were running for what seemed like forever. Until we got to a telephone booth on an abandoned street. Don't ask questions just trust him. As I breathed a sigh of relief I felt Parker let of my hand. Parker walks into the telephone booth and dialled a number really fast. 

Parker POV 

    "Hey thanks for your help with Alex. Im gonna..." 
    "Don't tell me what you're going to do or where you're going."
    "Ok Damien I won't but would you like to talk to Alex."
    "Another time right now you need to get her away from Aisha."
    Wow he hung up. That's nice but he's right.

Alex's POV

    Parker came out of the telephone booth looking relieved. 
    "Were going to the Caribbean islands."
    OH HELL TO THE NO. I'm going home. This is a stanger I'm free and now I'm going home. There's no way I'm going to Caribbean islands after I aas just kidnapped. I'm running away from Parker. Can't believe I thought I could trust him.

    I start running with no idea where I'm going. As I'm getting further and further away from Parker I hear him shouting after me.

This is my first book. I hope you like it. I will try and be more consistent with posting chapters. There are a million excuses I could give about why I have not been consistent but I'm not going to give that to you. I'm just going to work harder to write the book hopefully you all love. Love to all my readers. Please vote and comment.

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