A four lined, three chapter poem about live, loss, and closure.

Ang bagay na naging parte ng buhay ko, ay ang bagay na pilit kong inaalis sa sistema ko. 

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Status: Completed
Language: Filipino
Type: one-shot
Genre: short story, teenfiction, poem, chicklit

it's just the words that popped on my mind and I want to share it to you humans....hope you like it.

the world
too random

the words
too many

then,
I

alone.

so,
here it goes.

I guess.


you'll go?


with me.

with my words.
in my world.

"Brother, you are writing…?"
"This is a poem!"
"You...I mean, what words are these?"
"Calligraphy."
"Your calligraphy...I've never seen this way of writing before. Is this a new type of font?"
When Lu Yuan blew on the ink to dry them, Xu Xiaonian's eyes were wide open as he stared at the words on the paper. He hesitated for a long time before he asked the question.
Lu Yuan's calligraphy was very 'stylish', as chaotic as snakes and dragons. It looked extremely messy.
Xu Xiaonian took in a deep breath and exhaled.
Such a calligraphy style made him feel as though he just saw a ghost. He looked at it for a very long time before he saw the word 'farmer'.
He didn't know why, but at this moment, there were millions of grass mud horses galloping through his heart. In fact, he even began to doubt how Lu Yuan managed to answer the couplet…
"Cough, cough… Actually, I only know how to write nicely using a pen. I'm not that proficient in brush calligraphy...that's why my words are a little slovenly…" Lu Yuan glanced at his own poem, and an embarrassed look appeared on his face.
This expression was a little stiff.
"This poem of yours…" Xu Xiaonian glanced at the surroundings and looked at those who were pondering deeply while biting their brushes or scribbling rapidly on their xuan papers. He cast another glance at Lu Yuan who looked completely free from pressure. This caused even more grass mud horses to gallop through Xiaonian's heart...
Although he couldn't tell what the hell Lu Yuan was writing, from Lu Yuan's relaxed expression, he felt that the words were definitely nothing good.
"Cough, cough… Actually, I also don't have much talent and don't really know how to write a poem. Hence, I casually wrote something… Eh, brother are you not going to write one? Why are you looking at me…?" Lu Yuan coughed lightly. He increasingly felt that the words he wrote were truly ugly.
"Ah, right… I've forgotten about myself." Xu Xiaonian was shocked awake by Lu Yuan's words. He hurriedly focused and began to ponder about his own poem.
Lu Yuan pretended to seriously look at his own words, but he was sneakily trying to see the words others had written…
When comparing them, he suddenly felt his confidence being impacted!
Forget it…
He did write out all of it in one go, but the things he wrote out...
What the shit was this?
A ghost doodling?
Could it even be shown?
Lu Yuan opened his eyes wide, but he couldn't even recognize any of this dog-shit stuff…
If he handed up this joke of a poem…
Wouldn't he lose face all the way to his granny's house?
He shook his head. After rolling up the first paper he had written on, he dipped his brush in ink again while secretly copying Xu Xiaonian's way of holding the brush. He rewrote his poem slowly. But when Lu Yuan seriously started to write, he discovered that his speed of writing was very slow. 
When Lu Yuan reached the mid-way mark, there were already people handing up their papers…
He looked at those people before glancing at the words he wrote. He ultimately sighed.
How could one's calligraphy improve in the span of a few minutes?
It was indeed ugly-looking, but at the very least… the words written were clear enough, right?
They were only competing in poetry and not how nice the calligraphy was, correct?
But what if they also took the calligraphy into account?
Should he write another poem then?
The quality of words was not beautiful enough, so should he make up for it in quantity?
(In any case, I did a check and no one wrote these two poems before. Even if I wrote them, no one would know.)
(Mn… Should I be shameless or not? Damn, I can't be so shameless!)
Lu Yuan glanced at the others. He eventually gritted his teeth and decided that he might as well go all-out. He wrote another poem at the blank space of the xuan paper.
(How can I be so shameless after all? I'm a plagiarizer! What a sinful person I am!)
Lu Yuan criticized himself for a long time.
......
"Mn, Dao Yuting's calligraphy looks courageous and strong. Although she is a female, the words she wrote are extremely domineering. This [Busy Farming Season] is also very well written. Good, good… As expected from someone who began studying literature at a young age. I feel that this poem can be rated 8.5 points."
"I feel that although the vigor of strokes in her calligraphy isn't bad and the words rhyme, it lacks 'flavor'. It seems a little too lively and romantic. I don't like the feelings this poem inspires. I suggest 8.4 instead."
"Hmm...i think 8.3 is more appropriate. After all, the poem has lost its 'flavor'."
"Shen Rong's [In the Field] is a modern poem containing the style of the current era. I feel we can give him 8.8 points. The moral of the poem isn't bad."
"Why an 8.8?"
"Haha, poems that can get above 8.8 would be something all of us old fellows approve of. Last year, the poem [Sky] managed to obtain this score. I feel that the modern poetry [In the Field] still lacks something. What do you think, Little Xi?"
"Mn, there are a few flaws in the text. The meaning is okay, but it emphasized too much on feelings… I would give it an 8.7."
"Hehe, you are even stricter than us, old fellows. Haha!"
"Mn? Check out this poem, it isn't bad. But who is the one who wrote it? Was it written by Ma Runzhi?"
"Ma Runzhi? That gifted scholar of Yan University?"
"Yea, this young man is exceptionally talented. His [Farmland]'s had sufficient meaning and concept. I think 8.9 is a fair score."
"8.9? It's quite high, right…?"
"Look."
"Oh, not bad, it's really not bad. I will give it 8.9 too. This poem can be considered an outstanding work. Old Li, are you not compiling poems and literary works from modern eras? I feel that this poem can enter your book."
"I think so too. Let's give it 8.9 then. His calligraphy causes my heart to lighten when I see the words. It's excellent."
.........
After the last person handed up his poem, everyone stared at the judging panel ahead.
They could see the old fellows either discussing with each other, sinking into contemplation, or sighing as they were deeply moved.
All of the contestants were filled with trepidation in their hearts.
To them, the monetary reward was nothing. The valuable thing was the evaluation and admiration of these old fellows.
These old men could be considered the cornerstones of China's literature world. All of them were existences the students looked up to. What was more important was that one of the old men was named Li Guonan, someone who was currently writing a [Poetry Anthology of the Modern Era]. If someone's work could enter his book, it would mean that they would be famous and could posture in the literature circle.
"Brother, do you feel very nervous now?"
"Still okay."
"Eh, then are you looking for something?" Xu Xiaonan cast a strange look at Lu Yuan's hands.
"No…" Lu Yuan drew in a deep breath and placed his hands honestly on the table.
He was searching for cigarettes out of habit. He clearly knew he hadn't purchased any, but he subconsciously made the motion of searching his pockets.
In this situation, not smoking was something lonesome to Lu Yuan.
After all, waiting was lonely.
When Lu Yuan glanced at the direction of the judges, he saw an old man smoking while reading the xuan papers, and Lu Yuan felt a surge of envy in his heart. In fact, he even felt the impulse of heading over to that old man to get a cigarette.
"Brother, you really want it, right?" Xu Xiaonian stared at Lu Yuan.
"How did you know?"
"Naturally, because I also want to!"
"Oh? Can we go up the stage?"
"How can we go up the stage? We can only wait."
"Can what we want wait?"
"Why can't it wait?"
"Will he come over to give us cigarettes?"
"???" Xu Xiaonian, who originally had a face filled with anticipation, almost fell out of his seat when he heard Lu Yuan's words. When he turned his head and looked at Lu Yuan again, his balls were aching. "Give us cigarettes? You...you…"
"Wait, are we talking about the same topic or not?" Lu Yuan felt somewhat innocent.
"I'm hoping that my poem can enter his book...what are you thinking of?"
"I want to get him to spare me a cigarette. My addiction is kicking in…" Lu Yuan coughed softly. He felt an unbearable feeling as though the skin on his face was about to peel off.
"..." Xu Xiaonian instantly felt his vision turning dark.
What the hell!
.........
"These words are really… is there someone among us whose calligraphy is that bad?"
"Lu Yuan? Mn? [Sympathy for Peasants]?
"Two poems? Isn't it too exaggerated? Did he want to use quantity to make up for his ugly calligraphy?
"Hoeing grains in the blaze of noon."
"Eh… Each seed that's sown in spring?"
"What!"
"Bang!"
"This…"
"This is…"
At the venue, the sound of a judge smacking his palms on the table rang out.
Old Li who was smoking suddenly stood up. His eyes widened, and he was overwhelmed with shock!
Note:
悯农 [Sympathy for Peasants]"
This poem can be split into two parts, both were written by a poet named Li Shen from the Tang Dynasty
For those who are keen, you can find the english translation here: 
https://www.trainchinese.com/v2/wordDiscForWebsite.php?rAp=0&wordId=116399&tcLanguage=en 
https://shawnpowrie.com/chinese/min-nong/


In that year, with a script finished in five hours, Lu Yuan who was dying for money successfully got a large investment of one million Yuan from a rich and beautiful girl.
At first, he just planned to spend eight hundred thousand Yuan on shooting and take the remaining two hundred thousand Yuan home before the movie's release, marrying a wife and running a small business. He swore he would never come to Hengdian again.
However…
The box office got an extraordinary success…

"Ding! Congratulations to host for successfully activating 300 Tang Poems. The contents from this book has completely been uploaded into your mind."
Following the system’s notifications, Xu Que felt an immense amount of knowledge on poetry within his head. In the blink of an eye, he had assimilated all these information.
Poem competition? Who’s afraid?
Xu Que smiled widely as he took a huge sip of tea before wiping his lips. He then spoke, "As the scholarly saying goes, ‘To not reciprocate in kind, is to go against etiquette.’ Since young master Mo gave me some words, I shall return some words to you in the form of a poem!"
The crowd paused in shock. A poem?
Young master Mo was teaching you a lesson and it’s your honor to be taught by someone like him. How dare you speak of returning some words to him? Are you crazy?
Young master Mo’s title of Poem King isn’t being modest at all. You are just a mere nameless student, and you dare to talk big in front of him!
The crowd broke out in insults as they started throwing harsh words at Xu Que.
A student was shaking his head as he laughed out loudly, "Young master Mo could read at age three, could write at five years of age. When he was ten, he started composing poems. Even the Fire Emperor called him the Poem King. How dare you belittle his reputation and talk back in defiance. You even mentioned something about returning words to him? You’re really overestimating yourself!"
"Is that so? What’re you going to do about it?"
Xu Que laughed out before he continued, "When I was three years old, I was composing poems about rivers and history. When I was five, I was writing poems so long that they resembled seas. When I was ten, the subject of my writings were no longer limited and I was writing about everything under the sun, including grass, rocks, trees. I was dubbed the Poem Deity. My nickname was Dugu Qiu Bai, a loner begging for failure!"

"..." The entire scene fell into absolute silence!
Some of them looked at Xu Que incredulously, speechless to whatever he had just said.
Of course, they had met people who could boast and yet nobody could come close to Xu Que, who could boast about owning the heavens!
Poem Deity? A loner begging for failure? Why don’t you just call yourself God then?
Tang Liu Feng had a bitter expression of his face as he clutched his forehead, as though he was seated on a matt filled with needles. He too, felt that Xu Que had gone overboard with his bragging.
If he could really write poems so well since a young age, then why hasn’t anyone heard of his name?
When Mo Yun Shang heard Xu Que’s words, he couldn’t help but smile and shake his head. He then looked at Xu Que mockingly, "Since brother Li decided to return a poem to me, fine. I shall prick an ear and listen attentively to what he has to say!"
As soon as he said this, the entire crowd cheered and started praising him.
"Indeed, young master Mo is an exemplary student with his poise and elegance!"
"This is a true role model for everyone on how to handle an arrogant student!"
 
At this point, Madam Ya’s eyes were gleaming as she found a place for herself to sit. Her eyes were still focused on Xu Que.
In actual fact, she couldn’t stand any longer, for she was completely drained of energy.
As the sister of Fire Emperor, Madam Ya has a secret that nobody knows about. She highly regards and even revere students with exceptional talents. Everytime she sees someone reciting a good poem, her emotions would go out of control. This will manifest in her body as her legs will go weak. She will also turn extremely red in the face.
Today, she had met Li Bai, who was unheard of before this event, who possessed extraordinary talents in intelligence and guile. Against Bright Saints College’s Poem King, young master Mo, the both of them are an equal match for each other. Watching them go against each other head on caused Madam Ya to lose control of her own emotions. Even before they had started, her legs started to tremble.
Xu Que had also noticed Madam Ya’s blazing gaze upon his body as was startled. Fuck me, why is this lady so scary? It looks as though she’s about to swallow me whole. It’s too distracting!
However, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xu Que didn’t dare to read too much into this now. He focused all his attention away from those thoughts.
He directed his gaze towards Mo Yun Shan, "Young master Mo, you mentioned something about haughtiness inviting failure and modesty welcomes wisdom. You were scolding me for being haughty and arrogant huh? Although your words are correct, you cannot use this on just anyone!"

"For example, me. I used to be extremely modest. Someone told me that my poem writing skills were fantastic, but I insisted that they were only average. As soon as I said those words, that man slapped my face on the spot for being hypocritical. Hence, I turned over a new leaf and stopped making the mistake of being too modest ever again."
"..." When everyone heard this, their lips twitched violently, unsure of how to react to this.
Anyone who dared to speak such words were clearly shameless beyond measure and had reached the pinnacle of being a braggart. To someone like this, everyone would often have no words in reply.
"Outrageous! Vulgar kid trying to appease the crowd!" At this, the expressionless young master Zhao burst out in anger after he cleared his throat.
Everyone turned their heads to look at him before looking back at Xu Que. They were smiling, elated in his downfall.
Li Bai, Li Bai. You’re doomed. You even managed to annoy the leader of the four great students. Let’s see how you can remain arrogant!
Tang Liu Feng was so afraid that his face had turned as white as sheet. He then nudged Xu Que to remind him, "Brother… Brother Li, even young master Zhao has spoken out. Maybe you should stop here!
"Why should I?" Xu Que didn’t care one bit.
"He… He’s the leader of the four great students. A few days later, when the Flaming Sun Princess chooses her Prince Consort, he would be the number one candidate. We must be careful not to offend him!"
"Prince Consort?" Hearing these words, Xu Que was enraged further but suppressed it white a cold smile, "He will never become the Prince Consort!"
"But..." Tang Liu Feng was at a loss for words as well. He realized that no matter what he said, he was never going to convince Xu Que to stop and thus decided to remain silent.
Right at this point, Mo Yun Shang revealed a look of impatience as if he had overestimated this Li Bai. He then stood up, disinterested, as he spoke out, "Li Bai, where’s the poem you promised?"
"Oh, I almost forgot. Young master Mo. Listen up. This poem will be extremely educational for you!"
Xu Que placed the tea cup down and took out his fan. He then looked into the distance and put on a pretentious look.
The audience had ignored his boasts as they fixed their gazes upon him, waiting for him to make a fool of himself!
Madam Ya was taking deep breaths, her eyes were filled in eager anticipation.
After Xu Que had posed like a scholarly student for several moments, he finally opened his mouth and recited, "Three feet from the ground rests a gutter, water flows through it every single day regardless of seasons."

The crowd were shocked when they heard this. Was this a poem about nature? How would there any educational element in this poem?
Right at this point, there was a loud smack as Xu Que closed the fan within his palms and completed the poem, "Neither cows nor goats will eat the grass around. But Yun Shan will wash his head in the ditch!"
Three feet from the ground rests a gutter, water flows through it every single day regardless of seasons
Neither cows nor goats will eat the grass around. But Yun Shan will wash his head in the ditch!
"Huh?"
When the crowd heard this, they frowned, unable to understand the poem.
Wasn’t this a normal poem about nature and scenery?
Ai, that can’t be. Yun Shan will wash his head? Isn’t Yun Shan young master Mo’s name?
This poem isn’t that simple!
"Three feet from the ground is a ditch, water flows through it every single day? Three feet from the ground, why would there be a ditch? That’s strange…" Tang Liu Feng was repeating Xu Que’s poem as he sipped his tea, clearly deep in thought.
Seeing everyone deep in thought, Xu Que was extremely calm as he returned to the dessert on his table.
Actually, this poem wasn’t a Tang dynasty poem at all. In fact, it’s an internet humorous poem that has been making its rounds. Or rather, it was a dirty poem!
‘Three feet from the ground is a ditch’ was referring to a part of women that mustn’t be described. As for ‘Yun Shan washing his head’, it referred to young master Mo as a penis!
Xu Que didn’t feel that this was inappropriate at all. Since you scolded me for being arrogant, I can scold you back too. Returning politeness with politeness, there was nothing wrong!


I am the best when it comes to taking divergent paths. With just a flip of my hand, I shall take the path less commonly travelled. I search far and wide, only to find myself unbeatable and unrivaled. So now I ask, who else can match my awesomeness? 

Acting tough is second nature to me and I am a lone wolf.
 
The road is long and winding but I shan’t feel lonely as long as I am able to act tough!


Life and death bore me and I do whatever I deem fit.

“Young man, way back when I started acting tough, you were still learning how to put on your underpants!” Xu Que thus decided to take the path of acting tough. He decided to act tough every single god-damned day. If he wasn’t acting tough, he was scheming for the best way to act tough!  

Zhang Ye sat in front of the computer, watching the praises given to him online. Past 10 A.M., a commotion sounded out outside the Literature Channel’s office area. It was quite loud!
"Let us in! I want to find Teacher Zhang Ye!"
"This is an office. This place is restricted for non-staff!"
"We just want to say a few words and leave. We definitely won't give you trouble!"
"That still will not work. Go to the registration desk and wait for a while. Make an appointment first!"
After some pushing and shoving, a man and woman squeezed their way in. A security guard was half-heartedly blocking them, which many people could tell. Maybe it was due to a small meeting having just ended, but there were several Music and Traffic Channel staff who were walking past. They were curious over what was happening. Finally, even Zhao Guozhou was startled by this commotion as he came out of his office to probe the issue.
"What's going on?" Zhao Guozhou frowned.
"They are adamant about coming in! They refuse to listen to what I have to say!" the security guard explained.
"We want to find Teacher Zhang Ye! Just letting us meet with him once would do! Just once!" the male-female duo shouted.
Upon seeing the situation, Zhang Ye had no choice but to stop the work on his hands and squeeze through the crowd, "I'm Zhang Ye. Who are you?"
They rushed up and tightly held Zhang Ye's hands, "Teacher Zhang! Thank you! Thank you! You are Xiaoli's benefactor! You are also my benefactor! I want to thank you! Thank you!" As he said this, tears welled up in his eyes. It was not easy for men to cry, so this scene looked odd.
Zhang Ye was flabbergasted, "What benefactor?"
The quiet girl beside also started crying after seeing her boyfriend cry, "Teacher Zhang, I'm Xiaoli. If it weren't for the two poems of yours yesterday, I might have..."
Everyone immediately had a moment of realization!
Zhang Ye also understood, "It's you. Is this the boyfriend you mentioned? Don't cry. All of you, don't cry!"
The man had tears of remorse, "I only knew about it yesterday night. If you have not persuaded Xiaoli, we would have been separated, forever in different worlds! You are our family's benefactor!"
Xiaoli suddenly opened her bag and took out a long red banner, "This was rushed by my parents to be made overnight." Her boyfriend stepped forward quickly and pulled it open!
Shua!
The banner spread out in front of everyone!
"Gratitude of one speech, in mind for life"!
With that, the two of them stood properly and bowed deeply to Zhang Ye!
Such a situation moved Zhang Ye greatly as he helped them up, "To think you went through the trouble. There is really no need to. There is really no need. I didn't do much. All that matters is if you healthily and safely live on. Hehe, you are not fighting anymore? Have you discussed it well?"
The man bit his lip, "I've thought it through; I'm not going overseas!"
Xiaoli exclaimed, "No way! Your parents have already arranged it for you!"
"Who says one can only be successful in one's career by studying abroad? I can develop myself domestically, too. I will explain it to my parents. It's alright, even if they do not agree. I will convince them. I will stay behind and accompany you. Once I graduate, we will get married!" the man said with determination.
However, Xiaoli remained resolute, "Definitely not! You have to go! Even if you don't want to! I have already thought it through; I will wait for you. I'll wait for you, no matter how long it takes!"
"Xiaoli!" The man's eyes turned red again!
Xiaoli gently hugged him, "As long as you are well, I'll be fine with anything!"
Upon seeing this scene, many people in the office clapped in their hearts. The power of love was always infectious.
"Isn't this good." Zhang Ye laughed.
Zhao Guozhou also said, "Next time, be well. Don't do something stupid."
Xiaoli said embarrassingly, "I won't. I'm fine as long as he lives well. I will not make him worried ever again."
Suddenly, someone made a suggestion, "Teacher Little Zhang, give them another poem."
"Right, right." Assistant Xiaofang said, "Let Teacher Zhang give you another poem."
Zhao Guozhou also found it interesting, "This suggestion is good. When you get married, remember to invite Teacher Little Zhang as your marriage witness."
Xiaoli was flattered, "How can I accept it. Teacher Zhang's words are like gold. I don't dare to ask for one after he gave me two poems."
Zhang Ye touched his nose. With the leader saying that, he had to give a poem, so he said, "Alright. Let me think."
The Beijing Times had highly appraised and published Zhang Ye's modern poem, which was proof of his literary prowess. Now that Zhang Ye was about to compose another poem, many people perked up their ears. The staff from other departments who were outside also tried to get in on the action!
"Don't block."
"Move to the side; I can't see."
"Sister Chen, come quickly. There's another poem."
"What poem? Whose poem?"
"It's the one from the Literature Channel that went on Beijing Times. That poem is very popular online now."
"The author of 'Flying Bird and Fish'? Wow, then I must listen to it. Wait for me to go in."
Many people squeezed into the large office as nearly a hundred pair of eyes stared at Zhang Ye!
Xiaoli and her boyfriend was looking forward to it the most. They did not even bat an eyelid!
Zhang Ye never expected the situation to be so grand with so many audience gazing at him. He turned more cautious for he could not embarrass himself with a lousy poem. Well, what poem should I use? Which poem was most appropriate? Zhang Ye recalled a moment, as long as you are well, I'll be fine with anything? Got it! He slowly spat out his words, "Xiaoli, the words you said previously are quite nice. I will use your words as the foundation for the poem I'm giving you."
The room turned silent.
Zhang Ye slowed his breath and recited.
"The passage of time is like water, ever so silent."
"If you are living well, then the skies are clear."
Zhao Guozhou immediately applauded, "Good poem!"
When her boyfriend heard it, he immediately took it down on paper, afraid he would forget it!
Xiaoli did not move and closed her eyes, as if revelling in the poem. After a while, she bowed at Zhang Ye once again, "Thank you! You are forever my teacher!"
"If you are living well...then the skies are clear?" A female staff member seemed to feel her eyes fog up upon hearing this. It was unknown if she had recalled something or was moved.
Wang Xiaomei and Xiaofang also mumbled to themselves and the way they gazed at Zhang Ye was no longer the same. Such a poem affected the feelings of women more. The poem was light and the words were simple, but the overflow of feelings it gave surpassed a thousand words. It was difficult to believe that this poem was the same male composer of "Flying Bird and Fish". Furthermore, it was composed on the spot!
What sort of literary talent was this!
Zhang Ye's single poem completely astonished everyone!
Even Tian Bin who was not far away did not say anything. Some people felt that the two poems given to Xiaoli during the broadcast were not composed on the spot by Zhang Ye, and were actually written prior, as they did not believe he was so talented. But now, this poem composed at this moment in time shattered the doubts of many!
Actually, this poem was very famous in Zhang Ye's previous world. It was spread on the internet, especially the last line. There were all sorts of claims about who the original author was. Some said it was Lin Huiyin. Some said it was Lin Huiyin's dad. Some said it first appeared on the internet and another line was added in the show, "Empresses in the Palace". It was not much different from "Flying Bird and Fish". Zhang Ye treated it as a collective work of predecessors. Anyway, no one in this world had heard of these people. There was no dispute to those poems being his alone!
He said it was his?
She said it was her dad's?
Then he said it was her third aunt’s?
Hai, isn't that so troublesome and tiring? Putting the controversy to an end, Zhang Ye decided to unify it; this poem is mine. There's no need to thank me, just call me Lei Feng*!
*Lei Feng was a soldier of the Chinese army in Communist legend. He was reported to be altruistic in his actions, but there is controversy that his image was part of Communist propaganda.


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

by Bamnieellandmic

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I just want to write of my feelings for you

There is no rhyme and syllable only my words from heart

There is no figures of speech only my words for you

I know this is not the best Gift that you've had

I know this is not cost expensive or cheep my gift for you

I know this cannot catch to your attention

But this is the way that I know to makes you feel that I love you so much

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I just want to compose a poetry cause for each words in this poem is my own words full of love

I just want to compose a poem for you

I just want to express my feelings through poem

I just want to write a poem to show you that what you mean to me

This is a simple poem but this is simple poem keeps telling you that my love for you is so true

Little Yu's brows unwittingly knitted tightly into a frown. It was most likely someone's randomly written poem trying to use her to boost popularity.
Nevertheless, within a brief moment, the number of people tagging her grew, all pointing at the same poem.
'What poem is this? How did it get so much attention?'
Fueled by her curiosity, she finally decided to check it out.
[Crab is peeling my shell.
The notebook is writing on me.
The sky filled with me lands on the maple leaf and snowflakes.
Yet you're thinking of me.]
'Such a simple poem!'
That was Little Yu's initial impression. Additionally, the writing style came off peculiar. It was childish, and the sentences seemed to be in reverse. Under normal circumstances, it would not be appropriate.
However, weirdly enough, she felt that the poem carried a hidden meaning. Crab, notebook, maple leaf, snowflakes. They all described one emotion—sorrow.
With that sorrowful feeling in mind, she read the poem again. This time, as she read through the verses, the sorrowful feeling deepened. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed, and tears seemed to pour out from her heart, instantly flooding her eyes.
'Reverse!'
'It was in reverse!'
'This is a revolutionary poem!'
She wiped the tears at the corners of her eyes, and read it for the third and fourth time. The emotions grew stronger, and finally, she took a deep breath and started to voice out her views on Weibo.
[The beauty of language lies in its versatility. I firmly believe poetry to be the canvas for this beauty to be fully expressed. Language can use the simplest words to express the deepest of emotions! This poem is definitely well written. It is different from all other poems. It was written in reverse! It shook me to the core!]
She started by uploading that message onto Weibo. Like a rock that caused a thousand ripples, it instantly attracted the attention of all the viewers.
[It can't be. Even Little Yu is praising that poem?]
[FML. This is my first time seeing Little Yu giving such high praises to a poem. A new writing method? What does this mean?]
[I'll await for the explanation with you guys. Let's appreciate this together!]
[Could it be a circle jerk? Y Cosmetic is an online trend store after all.]
[It's too fake. Just a couple of words and it's getting such great assessment? I just can't see what's so good about it.]
…
Very quickly, the comments under Little Yu's post grew. More and more people started following the thread, all of them trying to figure out the meaning behind this poem.
Little Yu paid them no heed but instead continued to type out her insights.
[I believe everyone here have read the poem. Actually, from the beginning to the end, this poem is in reverse. That is to say, the author is writing about a world turned upside down. You can try to read the poem in reverse.]
'Reading in reverse?'
They once more shifted their focus on the poem.
[I'm peeling the shell of the crab.
I'm writing in a notebook.
The sky full of maple leaf and snowflakes landed on me,
Yet I'm missing you!]
Boom!
Just as they finished reading the last line, all their minds were blown. At that moment, they finally understood what the poem was about.
It was a poem about longing, trying to convey the message of 'I miss you'!
[I believe that everyone has given it a try. After reading it in reverse, those verses make sense now right? The author didn't only express his longing, but it also carried a deeper meaning: You'll only think of me if the world is upside down! This is a sad one-sided love.]
Little Yu's words once more stunned the crowd. In the next moment, they all felt a warmth within them that moved their hearts.
[You'll only think of me if the world is upside down. Hehe, what a sad tale…]
[Ahhh, reading this poem again made me cry. How shameful that I didn't understand it on my first try.]
[This poem is written in a really special way. However, I really can't relate to the sadness it portrays. It can't be that exaggerated right?]
[Previous post, you've never loved someone before right? When you experience a one-sided love, you'll truly understand this poem.]
[That's right. You'll only think of me if the world is upside down. Meanwhile, longing for you has become a part of my life, just like a normal notebook. Sob sob sob…]
[Genius! Only when you understand you'll realize how magnificent this poem is!]
…
In an instant, the poem's explanation spread like wildfire over the internet. On that special occasion, the poem naturally became the most welcomed poem on Singles' Day.
Nothing was more suitable for Singles' Day than a one-sided love.
Furthermore, along with the poem gaining traction, Y Cosmetics rose in popularity too. A lot of people expressed that it was too difficult to court the pretty boss lady of Y Cosmetics. Composing a poem that surpassed theirs? How was that even possible?!
That poem immediately turned into Y Cosmetics' symbol, gaining countless praises.
Ye Lingchen was instead sitting in the back. As he watched his popularity points went from 500 over thousand to 558,978, a faint smile appeared on his face as he remained hidden.
The next day, Ye Lingchen got out of bed early in the morning. After his morning exercise, he calmly waited for Xu Nan to pick him up.
Early in the morning, all the big media platforms were covering the news on autonomous vehicle technology. Aside from the entertainment news channel, some central news broadcasts had also brought up topics on autonomous vehicle technology. It was the arrival of a new era. The significance of this issue resulted in foreign media reporting on it as well.
It would appear that the whole world was focused on that day, a day the people of China took pride in.
At 9am sharp, Xu Nan's car parked outside the gates of Hill Spring Residences.
"Master!"
Seeing Ye Lingchen, Xu Nan immediately came forward to greet him with a smile.
Ye Lingchen returned a nod and got into the car.
The car drove on, and shortly arrived at the exhibit venue.
Looking around, the area was filled with cars. Countless people were coming and going with excitement displayed on their faces as they conversed.
Ye Lingchen saw quite a number of foreigners, ranging from fair to dark skin tones. All of them had an excited smile on their faces.
"Student Ye Lingchen, you're here." Xu Wanqing appeared before Ye Lingchen.
"Teacher Xu."
"I'm sorry about the previous incident. We didn't manage to safeguard your note and had to trouble you again," Xu Wanqing apologized.
Ye Lingchen returned a smile without words.
It would be a lie to say that he was not angry. As he grew steadily, he slowly developed the ego as a prodigy. At first, he did not plan to take further actions, but with Xu Nan as his disciple and Xu Wanqing as a teacher he was close to, it was difficult for him to say no when requested by both of them. Furthermore, autonomous vehicle technology was an important matter. One could even say it directly impacted the technological standing and advancement of China. For those reasons, Ye Lingchen would still try his best to contribute.
"Master, please calm down. You can point out the flaws later and give her a good round of face slapping! Let Abbess Miejue admit her mistakes. I guarantee that she'll offer her sincerest apology!" Xu Nan said coquettishly while tugging at Ye Lingchen's arm...


Ye Lingchen was a regular high schooler who struggled with exams and expectations from his parents.
All that changed after he woke up from a strange dream and discovered that he had been granted the 'Prodigy System'. His life changed from this point on. Reading a book allowed him to learn its content immediately. Listening to lectures granted instant understanding of the lesson. Observation of a technique imprinted knowledge of the technique used.
Learning had never been so easy, and as the saying goes, knowledge is power. In this case, he now had access to a ton of unbridled power. 
What does it feel like to become a 'prodigy' overnight? Follow Ye Lingchen on this journey to discover the limitless possibilities...

Ning Qing was momentarily dumbfounded when she read the inelegant poem. She then read through the poem again repeatedly.
She paid the most attention to the last line. The words were very faint at first, but the color of the words grew deeper as time passed.
"Mistress, I'll go and send him away. Do you have any words that you want to relay?" Ning Que asked.
Ning Qing had never been friendly to people of noble status. However, she always looked sweet and friendly toward the commoners.
She would always give her comments whenever a student handed her their poem, no matter how badly it had been written.
"Mistress?" Ning Que reminded her once again.
Ning Qing said, "Go and get him to come in."
Ning Que could not help but be alarmed. Why… Why would she want to do that?
Ning Que had never met anyone in the past, no matter how influential they were. She even declined to meet the person who sent over Mister Taia's treasured calligraphy just now.
Now she wanted to meet a beggar?
Could that beggar have written a poem that would shock the world?
Should she do this even if that was the case?
This was a unique time. The mistress should not be receiving the beggar no matter how good the poem he wrote was.
She had to avoid doing things that would arouse suspicion.
"Mistress, are you sure?" Ning Que asked.
"I'm sure. Let him come in," Ning Qing replied.
"Alright!" Ning Que said.
***
At that moment, at the peak of a mountain not far away, a group of people was waiting for a result.
They were waiting for the beggar, Yun AoTian, to be immediately thrown out from the castle.
An aide from the Valley of Torn Gust said, "All of you, get ready. Do not let the beggar, Yun AoTian, return to the peak of the mountain when he gets thrown out. Do not let him meet the lord again. Execute him immediately. A person like this will definitely become a disaster for the Valley of Torn Gust. For the foundation of our lord, we have to kill this lunatic for the Jing Clan."
"But what about the situation on the side of the lord?" a warrior asked uneasily.
The aide replied, "Whatever we are doing now is for the ambition of our lord. The lord would never forgive Yun AoTian if he were to fail now and incite the wrath of Lady Ning Qing. It would instead sully the virtuous name of our master if we weren't the ones to kill him."
The warrior was shocked momentarily. Their lord was as beautiful as a fairy, but he did not have a virtuous reputation. He was notorious for killing others.
"Do you understand?" the aide said.
"Yes!" The warrior said, "As long as Yun AoTian fails to ascend the mountain, we'll immediately kill that wicked man for the lord."
The aide said, "Send someone to have a look. Has he been kicked out? Did he infuriate an investigation team? Do not let him escape. He might not rush back here."
"Yes!" The warrior descended the mountain to observe the situation.
He sprinted back a moment later and said in shock, "Mister, mister, our brothers who were monitoring the situation under the mountain saw this. The beggar, Yun AoTian, has entered the castle. Lady Ning Qing has received him."
"Impossible…" the aide said in a raspy voice.
"Impossible!" The Blue Immortal and Chu Zhaoran involuntarily exchanged shocked gazes.
How was that possible?
Ning Qing had refused everyone else. She would not open her door even for the treasured calligraphy of Mister Taia.
Yet Yun Zhonghe was received even though he had entered the castle with nothing in hand?
Why, why had this happened?
What exactly happened? Had the sun risen in the west?
***
A moment later!
Yun Zhonghe appeared in the study of the widow, Ning Qing. He did not see Ning Qing, the woman who held the most authority and was hailed as the Legendary Talented Lady, through the screen.
However, he detected the unique stench of blood when he entered the room. He was now even more clear of her judgment.
"I pay my respects to Lady Ning." Yun Zhonghe bowed and paid his respects. He then said, "Lady Ning must be very curious as to why I know all of this. It is actually very simple—"
However, Yun Zhonghe had not finished his sentence when he was immediately stopped by Ning Qing. This woman was also very forceful.
"What's your name?" the widow, Ning Qing, asked.
Her voice was melodious. There was determination mixed in with the softness.
Yun Zhonghe replied in shock, "My name is Yun AoTian."
Ning Qing said, "What's your identity?"
Yun Zhonghe replied, "Valley of Torn Gust, an officer of the Embroidered Uniform Guards, third official registrar."
Ning Qing continued, "What's your background?"
Yun Zhonghe answered, "Beggar. I was born a hooligan."
Ning Qing asked, "Have you received an education?"
Yun Zhonghe replied, "I studied for a few months when I was five. I dropped out during my first year of kindergarten."
"Then how did you enter the third official registrar of the Embroidered Uniform Guards at the Valley of Torn Gust? Has Jing Zhongyue taken a liking to you?" Ning Qing asked.
Yun Zhonghe replied, "That's because I have a special talent. I achieve results every time."
"What talent?" Ning Qing asked.
"Coaxing and lying to girls, cheating them out of their fortunes and bodies. Guaranteed results," Yun Zhonghe answered.
Ning Que, who was by the side, swallowed when she heard those words. She wanted to vomit.
A ploy of seduction?
Jing Zhongyue had sent such an old, ugly beggar to seduce the mistress?
How long had it been since he last washed his hair? Even the fleas were about to jump out, weren't they?
How unique of a taste did she imagine the mistress to have?
However, Ning Qing was not angered. Instead, she said, "Do you know what happened to the handsome, talented man Jing Zhongyue sent the other time?"
Yun Zhonghe said, "I do. He became a eunuch."
Ning Qing said, "Then does she feel that I would not bear to take action if she sends an old beggar this time? Furthermore, you might not be that old. You speak so bluntly. Are you not afraid that I would turn you into a eunuch?"
Yun Zhonghe said, "My parents have told me since I was young that I should be honest and that I must not lie."
Ning Qing said, "What are your parents working as? Are they also beggars?"
Yun Zhonghe replied, "I lost my parents at a young age."
The joke was lame to the point that Ning Qing could not help but shrug.
"At this point, should I laugh a little to complement your joke?" Ning Qing asked.
Yun Zhonghe said, "It'd be best if you could."
Ning Qing opened her petite mouth and let out two very official-sounding laughs.
"Yun AoTian, do you know why I received you?" Ning Qing asked, "Other than the fact that you said that I have been poisoned by someone."
Yun Zhonghe said, "You must feel indignant."
"That's right, indignant. It might even be fury," Ning Qing said. "I've seen many students, as well as many people, who never received much of an education. Over the years, there have been at least a thousand people who have submitted their poems to me. Honestly, many people wrote poems that were worse than yours, but every one of them had presented their best works. Some of these poems were extremely bad, some coquettish, others incredibly hypocritical. However, at the very least, they made use of all of their talent. No matter how pretentious their poems were, I could see their respect and passion for poetry. However, I could not see any respect in your poem. You are mocking literature. You are taking the poetic verses lightly. That made me very angry."
"I can apologize. I was wrong. I was truly wrong." Yun Zhonghe apologized immediately.
"Your apology is the same as your attitude toward poems. Frivolous, without an ounce of respect," Ning Qing said. "I am even angrier now."
The mature yet beautiful lady in front of him was very interesting. She was still extremely calm, even when she said that she was very angry.
Her elegance and cultivation seemed to be etched into her soul and bones.
At that moment, Yun Zhonghe noticed that the lady's lips seemed to be growing increasingly purple. Then, a streak of blood flowed down from her nostril.
"Lady Ning Qing, you must receive treatment as soon as possible," Yun Zhonghe said. "What did you eat just now?"
"No, that's not important," Ning Qing said. "I only care about two things in my life. First, my image. Second, literature and poetry. Your guess was right. I am not willing to see anyone because I am in an inelegant state. That's why I am unwilling to see anyone."
Yun Zhonghe said, "Lady Ning Qing, your condition is extremely critical. You have to be treated immediately."
"No…" Ning Qing said, "I do not care whether I die or not. But you mocked poetry and took literature lightly. I am very dissatisfied with your disrespectful attitude. I am very angry. I am furious."
"Yun AoTian, I am angry. Attitude is very important," Ning Qing said. "I might be a talented lady, as well as an elegant lady, but more so, I am an extreme lady. So… You have to pay the price for your frivolity! Ning Que, prepare…"
The female warrior standing to the side, Ning Que, fiercely pulled out her sword when Ning Qing said those words.
"The handsome man sent by Jing Zhongyue previously flirted with me with flippant words. That, to me, was a great humiliation," Ning Qing said, "So I turned him into a eunuch. However, your frivolous attitude toward literature and poetry is an even greater humiliation. For that, I am going to neuter you and send you back to Jing Zhongyue."
The female warrior, Ning Que, immediately placed her blade under Yun Zhonghe's abdomen without saying a word.
There would be another eunuch by Jing Zhongyue's side if the blade were to move downward.
Yun Zhonghe felt his scalp turn numb.
He realized that the woman before him, Ning Qing, was frighteningly stubborn. She was also a little mentally unsound.
What was going on?
Were all of the top-notch beauties of this world a little mentally unstable?
Jing Zhongyue was like this. Ning Qing was like this. Even I, Yun Zhonghe, am like this.
Did a person become crazier the more attractive they were?
Ning Qing said, "Yun AoTian, I do not care how you are going to convince me, nor do I care about what you wish to obtain from me. I don't even care if you are trying to save my life. We will speak after you pass the hurdle before you. You have to compensate for the poetry that you mocked with your frivolous attitude. Do you know the only one who can truly mock poetry?"
Yun Zhonghe said, "The Poetry Genius!"
"That's right!" Ning Qing said, "Only a rare Poetry Genius can mock poetry as he would have possessed poetry. It is the same as how you can freely mock a woman when you are in a relationship with her, while mocking a woman you do not know will get you neutered."
Yun Zhonghe confirmed it. The widow in front of him was definitely insane.
Ning Qing continued, saying, "The inelegant poem you wrote just now was unfit to be read. It was flippant and disgusting to the extreme."
"Every month, a few days of intense abdominal pain.
Blood, an unending flow that dyed the dress red. You cannot meet anyone for half a month.
A head of hair, shedding every day, too embarrassed to see anyone.
Difficult troubles that you cannot voice, don't worry, the holy hand of gynecology is here to help."
Ning Qing finished reciting the vulgar sentences, not even fit to be called a poem.
"This poem has four lines. The words that start every line are 'every,''blood,''a,' and 'difficult'!"
"Use these words as your opener and make another poem that consists of four lines. You can use words that sound the same. However, you have to impress me completely. You have to surpass all of the poems that I have received in the past."
Yun Zhonghe froze at that moment.
The widow, Ning Qing, continued, saying, "That will prove that you are a one-in-a-million Poetry Genius. It will prove that you have the right to mock poetry and literature. That way, I will be able to forgive you, and we can continue. Otherwise, I am going to neuter you.
"You only have a limited amount of time. You have to complete your poem by the time I finish my countdown. Otherwise, you can peacefully become Jing Zhongyue's eunuch.
"Ten… Nine… Eight…"
Ning Qing started her countdown. She took an average of five seconds between every number.
Yun Zhonghe's scalp truly began to turn numb.
F… F… F*ck!
Ning Qing was truly a devil. Was she really insane?
"I already told you that I was an uneducated hooligan. I dropped out of school in the first year of kindergarten, and you expect me to compose a poem?" he thought.
"Aren't you leaving me with no choice?
"Furthermore, you expect me to start with the words 'every,''blood,''a,' and 'difficult.' Even though I could use similar-sounding words, the poem has to be one-in-a-million. Isn't this harder than reaching the sky?
"I don't even have a place to copy the poem from, do I?"
Also, blood was continuously flowing out of her beautiful nose.
Her breathing was getting more and more rapid, her lips more and more purple. Her condition was becoming more and more serious.
Ning Que's blade below Yun Zhonghe's abdomen was raring to go. It was ready to strike at any time. Ning Que was going to turn Yun Zhonghe into a eunuch before immediately turning to save her mistress.
"Seven, six, five, four…"
Ning Qing's countdown was about to end. Yun Zhonghe was about to become a eunuch.
Yun Zhonghe trembled. All of the hairs on his body stood up.
He closed his eyes and racked his brain.
"Three, two, one…"
The countdown was about to end.
Yun Zhonghe opened his eyes fiercely and said, "Got it. I got it."
He then recited a poem with the required word at the start of every sentence. The poem read:
"There are goodbyes as the blossoms move west. There is sorrow as the snow travels up north.
I will always be a man of the mountains. Unable to obtain a comforting hug from my descendants."[1]
(Adapted and modified from the famous work of a Tang Dynasty poet, Zhang Nanshi)*
***
[1] The words used at the start of the sentences of the second poem are similar sounding words to those of the first poem in Chinese.
*Author's note.


In the midst of an explosion of the X Psychiatric Hospital, Yun Zhonghe, the hospital director traveled back in time.  29 genius mental health patients' souls entered his brain, equipping him with 29 peculiar abilities. He joined the imperial intelligence agency and went undercover in the enemy state. Years have passed, if I don't resume my original identity, I would soon become the emperor of the enemy state!

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