“This cruel world made me realize that you’re the only one who can save yourself. Those people you meet along the way on your hopeless and chaotic days, are the reason you must save yourself.”

Harriet Gibson, The fat and invisible kid in school, is counting the days until she graduates from high school to fulfill her promise to her mom and when she can leave their home. Maybe to start a new life far away from the life used to live. On the other hand 

Max Martin, the new kid in town, is trying to find any good reason not to quit his life.

Together they will try to heal each other’s wounds and try to survive from this cruel world we lived in. 

This is the story of two misguided souls, Who found one another while fascinating death in the classroom's corner and counted the days until graduation and change each other lives. Figure out how much pain life gave them, theirs still one person who can be the reason not to quit life, and maybe the reason to change their life into a much better version of themselves.

Can they make it to the end?

This is a journal found by SCP Personal in somebody cell where she was locked because he has suffered a disease, but not any normal disease. The person named, Martha Gregory has been infested with SCP-150 and this thing has almost killed her, but unfortunately, she got killed by one guard while she was trying to create an escape attempt with another subject, Greg Morton, who also got killed by the same guard.

Disclaimer:
This is a work of fanfiction. This story is not canon in the real SCP worlds or any of the worlds from there.

Once The Bringer of hope defied, It Disrupts to become a chaotic Death Bringer.
 
- PS -
Word Count for every Chapters is 150- 300

Hearing what she said, Lu Yunshuang's heart plummeted. 
No wonder Grandmother's attitude toward her had significantly dulled when she was back this time around. It turned out that this was the problem. 
"Grandmother, I..."
"Do not listen to Weiwei's nonsense. Although I'm at an elderly age, I still have the energy to walk to the Mansion Gate," the Dowager Duchess interrupted. 
Lu Yunshuang's face turned pallor. 
When the Dowager Duchess was young, she had traversed through the battlefields along with the Duke and was nothing short of prestigious. However, now that she was at an old age, she had to greet and pay respects to her granddaughter. She was sure to feel uncomfortable in her heart.
Now that she heard what the Dowager Duchess had to say, Lu Yunshuang felt immensely anxious and remorseful. 
Before she came over today, she had consigned someone to hand Aunt Zheng a letter. However, she had forgotten to remind her to keep their plans simple in order not to startle Grandmother. 
She only thought of it when she arrived before the gate of the Duke Mansion. However, it was already too late. 
The Dowager Duchess did not express her vexation then, so she never took this incident to heart. 
Nevertheless, being called out by Lu Liangwei like that highlighted her lack of understanding, making her seem unfilial as she appeared not to pay any heed to the Dowager Duchess. 
She attempted to save the situation by saying something, but the Dowager Duchess had already begun to speak.
"It's now March, the season of spring where the grasses are tall, the nightingales are high in the air and the willow trees are green while the flowers bloom a bright red. Both of you can use this as the main topic and compose a poem about it," she said. 
After a momentary pause, she sent a glance toward Lu Liangwei. "It does not have to be self-composed. If there are any good lines from the books you've read, you can write it down as well," she added. 
The instructions obviously benefitted Lu Liangwei. 
Due to Lu Liangwei's usual capricious behavior, she had never done well in her studies. 
Feeling extremely disdainful, Lu Yunshuang shot Lu Liangwei a condescending stare. 
The Dowager Duchess's good intentions might all go to waste.
Other than her face, which was still somewhat useful, Lu Liangwei was a lowly educated and unskilled dimwit. 
Even if she was assigned the task of copying lines of a poem word by word from a book, she might not know how to do so. 
Lu Yunshuang remained silent as she smiled subtly. Holding up her sleeve with one hand and using the other to raise the brush then dip it in the ink, she appeared to ponder on her thoughts momentarily, then raised her head and proceeded to write on the paper right away. 
Her finesse stunned Long Chi, whose eyes glimmered in fascination immediately. 
He could not help but leave the audience seat and make his way to stand behind Lu Yunshuang. 
As his gaze fell on the paper, he could not resist reciting the words aloud. "The prettiest scenery capable of arousing my poetic heart lies in the start of spring, where the willow leaves have just emerged in unevenly colored pale yellow buds. If we waited till the flowers in Shanglin came to full bloom, we'd see people admiring the flowers everywhere once we stepped out of our rooms."[1]
Long Chi recited each of the sentences word by word. Coupled with his clear, melodious voice, the poem was capable of touching the hearts of many. 
After reciting, Long Chi mused upon the imagery described in the poem. He could not hide the glint of admiration in his eyes. "Shuanger, what a good poem!" he exclaimed.
The Dowager Duchess also nodded. "Shuanger's poem is fascinating. The words she used emanates the dignified style of a noble person," she commented. 
Upon hearing her daughter receiving praises from the Crown Prince and the Dowager Duchess, Aunt Zheng felt delighted, even more so than being on the receiving end of praises. 
She was high-spirited and extremely pleased. 
Lu Liangwei was not the slightest bit affected. To begin with, she did not know how to compose poems, but she had read a few classical poem books back in the present. Therefore, it would not be difficult for her to copy down a few good poems. 
Anyway, the Dowager Duchess had told them that if they did not know how to compose poems, they could always copy lines from other poems. 　　
She noticed the cherry blossoms in full bloom in the courtyard and pondered for a while before writing down a poem on the paper. 
"On this very day, last year at this very gate, faces and cherry blossoms both bloomed red. The faces are now in places unknown, yet the cherry blossoms still beam in the spring wind."[2]
Her voice was soft. When she recited the poem, her intonation had the soft and tender hush used by those who came from Jiangnan.
Furthermore, her expression was exceptionally serious when writing the poem. As she raised her head, her hair slid off her shoulder to expose her graceful, fair neck under the sunlight. 
...
[1] Lines from a Tang Dynasty poem.
[2] Lines from a Tang Dynasty poem.


Lu Liangwei wakes up to find herself transmigrated as a supporting character in the novel she had been reading a few days ago. According to the novel, this character has everything—beauty, wealth, status—except brains. Before Liangwei had taken over, she even went as far as to hang herself for the male protagonist that she loved: the Crown Prince as well as her sister's lover. Now that she has become a "brand new" person, it is time for her to turn her life around with charm and wit! She will get everyone to fall in love with her, even the Crown Prince's uncle—the Emperor! Who needs a prince when you can become the Empress herself?

"A Mooring on the Qinhuai River".

The author was Du Mu.

This poem was the poet of his world, Du Mu's recollections in 'A Mooring on the Qinhuai River'. The first half described the night view of the Qinhuai River. The second half expressed his regret, deriding those rulers who did not learn their lessons but indulged in debauchery. It expressed the author's concern and deep affections for his country's fate. If one wanted to count, this was also a very famous seven word poem in Zhang Ye's world. Using it to win the second round of a calligraphy competition was quite overkill.

As long as they won.

Anyway, those poems were just left there in the dust.

Zhang Ye returned to his seat to take a break. He drank a mouthful of water and found it quite boring. After writing twice, he felt like drinking some wine. His gaze then looked towards at a few bottles of white wine on the tea table. In ancient times, there was the notion of composing poems while drinking wine. At the Calligraphy Association's anniversary, there naturally could not be a lack of these. Many calligraphers were chronic alcoholics. They couldn't survive without alcohol. Zhang Ye did not stand on ceremony. He grabbed a bottle and poured a cup of wine for himself.

"Drinking?" Wu Zeqing asked.

Zhang Ye said, "Yea, drinking a bit."

Wu Zeqing smiled, "I was lucky that you happened to have such a quick response just now."

Zhang Ye whispered, "Blame it on them being so unparticular." As he said, he brought the cup of wine to his mouth. The burning flavor entered his throat as it went from his throat to his stomach.

Good wine!

It was refreshing!

He had a face of enjoyment.

Everyone had their idiosyncrasies when producing calligraphy. For example, some would like to take a nap before writing. Some were accustomed to taking a bath and changing clothes before writing. Some liked to write deep into the night. They had their own idiosyncrasies and habits, there was not only one. Naturally, there were people who liked to write after drinking. These external items of habits before writing was mostly used to help the calligrapher enter their optimal state.

Wu Zeqing drank her tea. "Drink less. Hur Hur. I'll still be counting on you in a while."

"Sure." Zhang Ye carried on drinking his wine. "I know my tolerance level, so don't worry. I won't drink too much."

After two rounds, Master Zhou took into account that Wu Zeqing's team only had two people, so he decided to let them have a moment of rest. He was in no hurry to begin the second round.

"Teacher." Master Zhou's disciple looked at Zhang Ye with a look of wonder. He could not help but ask, "Which master's relative or disciple is he?"

Master Zhou shook his head, "A master's disciple? Just his ability in composing poems on the spot and his proficient knowledge in calligraphy is enough to call him a master already."

The disciple said in a stunned manner, "You think so highly of him?"

Master Zhou laughed, losing some of his composure. "It's not me thinking highly of him. It's just that you lack the ability to evaluate him. It is a pity these two poems were produced in modern times. If they were produced in ancient times, and in the environment of those periods, with the support of some allusions and historical background, and written by some historical figure, I believe these two poems would definitely be immortalized. Such a pity. In present day's literature, there is not much space for ancient poems, if not... Hur Hur."

On the other team.

Master Wei did not speak and rested with his eyes closed.

The others began to come up with a strategy.

"They won two rounds already. It's not good, not good at all."

"It's Elder Wei's birthday. The Old Master wants the calligraphy piece, so we have to win it for him."

"The other side has an unfathomable figure. Does anyone have any strategies against him?"

"Hur Hur. Is there a need for a strategy? The young lad just got lucky. How can so many of us lose to a young kid like him?"

"Old Li, don't be careless. Even Old Feng and Old Wang lost. It's best not to underestimate him."

"I wonder what the next topic would be. It seems this youth's attainment in ancient poetry is very high. Only a person like Master Wei can compete evenly with him. However, he might not be good at writing melody poems. No matter how high his attainment is, he can't be good at everything. He has to be lacking in something."

Everyone discussed for a long while. If it was just a competition purely based on calligraphy, many of the calligraphers present were not afraid of the youth in shades. The youth's words were very good, but it did not reach the peak of perfection. Compared to many calligraphers, he was still lacking. They had been writing all their lives, so they naturally would not lose in this aspect. However, the problem was his ancient poetry was written in such a superb manner and to the point. It also had the mood, so even though his calligraphy skills were not perfect, he had the advantage of the ancient poetry's mood. They were vexed over this!

A while later.

Master Zhou spoke, "Alright, let's begin the third round."

Master Wei picked — Lychee.

Wu Zeqing picked — Seven-word quatrain.

Everyone stared over. Another ancient poem? Seven words?

Master Zhou announced, "The third round's topic requires a seven-word quatrain. The poem must have the word 'lychee' in it. Everyone can begin choosing their representative to give an answer. The time to prepare for and complete this round begins now!"

The moment the voice dissipated, someone volunteered from Master Wei's team. "Old Master Wei, let me do it this round. I'm beginning to itch after watching all day."

"Alright." Master Wei chuckled.

This was Chief Yang, who was in his forties. He was one of the administrators of the Calligraphy Association.

Chief Yang immediately began writing the moment he arrived. It seemed like he was trying to seize the opportunity.

A few calligraphers began to laugh. This match was finally in the bag. Chief Yang's calligraphy skills might be not much different from the youth in shades. It was quite comparable, but this time the ancient poem was different. Lychee? Seven words? In the last dynasty, there was a very famous poem about lychee. It did not go into textbooks, but was something many people who studied literature knew! The opposing youth was adept at ancient poems, but no matter how good he was, he couldn't match such a famous poem, right? As the previous topics were too broad, the two calligraphers failed to showcase their normal standards. They could not write a poem with the mood that they had wanted. Now, with a good topic, it was time for them to express themselves freely. Of course, they were filled with confidence!

Wu Zeqing had already guessed what Chief Yang would write. "Who shall do it?"

"...Let me do it." Zhang Ye had just drank some wine, so he felt like he was floating. He felt perfectly fine.

"Alright." Wu Zeqing cautioned, "Remember not to write 'Praise'. He is definitely writing that. Even if you go forward, you won't be able to write it faster than Chief Yang."

Zhang Ye blinked. "What's 'Praise'?"

Wu Zeqing, "....Alright then, pretend I said nothing."

When the surrounding people heard this, they nearly fainted. You have never heard of such a famous seven-word poem? To think you dabble in calligraphy? Those two poems from before must have been blindly written, right!?

Some felt that the youth in shades was faking it. It was impossible that he did not know this poem. There were not many ancient poems that wrote about lychee throughout history. This was nothing like plums or orchids that people wrote all the time. Lychee was something quite unpopular. The poem, "Praise" was also not devoted to lychees. It was about something else, and even wrote about love.

However, they did not know that this fellow, Zhang Ye really did not know anything about "Praise". The world had changed, and he had not undergone the education environment of this world. So naturally, he was unfamiliar with this famous poem.

Chief Yang was done writing.

Master Zhou looked over and nodded his head gently. It was written very well. Old Yang had done well today. Every stroke was just right. He had expressed the poem pretty well. Hur Hur, Old Wei's side had finally been able to grab a round?

Then, Zhang Ye began writing!

Master Zhou looked over with great interest.

However, the moment he began to write, the entire scene turned silent all of a sudden!

"Eh?"

"These words..."

Zhang Ye had switched back to Wang Xizhi's running-standard script. Previously, it was his first time writing, so he was a bit unfamiliar and unpracticed. The way he wrote was a bit lacking, but this time, he could fully express the hundred Calligraphy Skillbook's prowess. His calligraphy skills increased once again!

From Changan the palace embroidered the scene, on the mountain top palace gates opened one by one.

One horse rider kicking up red dust, the concubine laughs, no one knew it was the lychee express arriving.

It was Du Mu again!

"Passing By Huaqing Palace"!

As the judge, Master Zhou should not speak. However, after seeing Zhang Ye's poem, he could not help it. "What a good 'one horse rider kicking up red dust, the concubine laughs, no one knew it was the lychee express arriving'!"

The others were also stunned!

"What poem is this?”

"Holy sh*t! Why have I not heard of it before?"

"Another impromptu work? What the f**k is with his literary skill!?"

"Who has won? And Is it just me, or has this youth's words improved? Could it be that the running-standard script in his first poem was him not giving his all? He was just writing it in a perfunctory manner? Only now is he going all out?"

"It definitely is!:

"We were all wrong!"

"He only became serious now?"

Everyone was concerned about this round's outcome.

Master Zhou laughed and did not even look at Chief Yang's words. Instead, he looked fondly at Zhang Ye's "Passing by Huaqing Palace" without being able to help himself. Eventually he said loudly, "In terms of calligraphy skill, Old Yang lost by a tiny bit. And in the mood of the ancient poem with the calligraphy's mood, Old Yang...still lost by a bit. I might lack the authority, and this might just be my personal opinion. I personally think 'Passing by Huaqing Palace' is cut higher than 'Praise'! One horse rider kicking up red dust, the concubine laughs, no one knew it was the lychee express arriving. That line alone is worthy of praise!"

He had won again!

He had won three consecutive rounds!

Following that, a disciples of Chief Yang said in an unconvinced manner. "'Praise' is a famous work, as for 'Passing by Huaqing Palace'? It's just a casual creation."

Master Zhou cut him off. "Maybe in a few decades or in a few centuries, 'Passing by Huaqing Palace' might also become a famous piece of work. We cannot reject its literary value because of its lack of age. What do you think?"

"Elder Zhou is right."

"That's right, the last line is really the crowning touch!"

"No one knew it was the lychee express arriving? It's indeed good!"

The few people on Master Wei's team who had tried to come up with ideas turned speechless. They thought that the topic being broader would cause the opposing youth to stumble, thinking that even if he would come up with a impromptu piece of work, he would not be better than the ancient wisdoms passed down over hundreds and thousands of years. Who knew he really f**king came up with a seven-word ancient poem that could match the wisdom of the ancients on the spot! And he had even exceeded them!

Many of the family members on the second floor of the restaurant were excited by the commotion downstairs. One by one, they came downstairs to join in the bustle.

More and more people were dying of curiosity!

Who was this youth that came from nowhere!?

Su Na was sincerely happy for Zhang Ye. She was also overjoyed. She cared not for the chaos in the world and cheered for Zhang Ye. Teacher Zhang was indeed Teacher Zhang! An amateur against dozens of calligraphers? He actually still had the upper hand! This result was something that flabbergasted many!


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!

Standing still the girl introduce herself.
"Nice to meet you, My name is Kirihaya Momoka I will be a new member in this club from now on please take care of me."
Said Momoka politely. Haruno who was just stand on his place not moving move his head to look at Haiqal as look like asking for a question.
"Oh, Didn't I told you guys she is the other person that I invite to join this club."
"Well I do remember you said those kind of stuff." Said Haruno while scratching his back of the head.
"Well me too, From now on please take care of us." 
Said Haruno while bowing his head.Sakura who see Haruno doing also bow.
"Well with that now we have enough member for this club not to be disbanded." 
"Um… Haiqal…"
"Oh, What is it Haruno?"
"What actually do we do in this club?"
"Umm, That is a very good question."
"We actually just read book in this club right Kaichou."
"Um, yeah we didn't really do much."
"What is that so boring." Said Sakura who is now sitting on one of the chair and serve herself a cup of tea.
"You are the one who said want to join our club didn't you!" Scold Haiqal at Sakura.
"That's enough you two we didn't have to fight over this." Said Haruno calming both of them.
"Okay I think I have an idea." Said Haiqal Having an idea.
"What is it? Ask Haruno.
"How about for today assignment we make a poem."
"A poem?" Said the rest of the member except Momoka.
"Yeup a poem. You can write anything in it such as what you think of yourself or what you think of others that kind of thing that suit the theme."
"And what is the theme?" Ask Haruno curious.
"The theme is about friends."
"Friends!?" Shout Sakura surprised.
"What's wrong you didn't have any friends to write about."
Sakura hearing Haiqal word startled a bit and maybe a little bit off furious.
"I don…"
"Eh, what did you just said I can't hear you clearly?" said Haiqal putting his hand on his ear.
"I said I don't have friend to write about!" Shout Sakura.
Everyone in the club startled except for Haiqal.
"Then maybe you can write it…"
"Didn't I say I don't have a friends to talk about!"
"Are you blind or something aren't all of us here your friends already."
"Or you didn't thought about it at all?"
Sakura hearing those word was taken by shocked her eye wide open.
"So there is no excuse for you not to write the poem." Said Haiqal feeling a bit guilty.
Sakura then look down on the clubroom floor.
"Darling… Your friend is a meanie…" Said Sakura with a soft voice while tugging Haruno shirt.
"Aren't he your friends too?" Said Haruno smiling to Sakura.
Sakura hearing those word only smile a bit and nod her head.
"It is set then today you guys will do the poem at home and we will present it tomorrow." Said the chairman.
"So for today let's wrap it u and go home already.
Everyone in the club goes and pack their stuff. Momoka on the other hand still sit on her chair and think what Haiqal just said.
"We are all your friends huh?"
"You just goes and said something that we agree not to aren't you." Mutter Momoka under her breath. She then pack her stuff and go home.
At home Haruno goes to shower. After he had done shower he goes and eat dinner with his families.
"Thanks for the food."
"Heh, Onii-chan today you eat pretty fast aren't ya."
"Well I have something to do that's why."
"Heee, that's pretty unusual."
"Oh talking about unusual today you came home pretty late what happened?" ask Seiji little sister.
"Well, it was because I'm in a club now."
"Is that so." Said his little sister.
With that Haruno goes straight and went to his room.
"Eh? A club?" 
Seiji after entering his room goes and sit down on his chair. He then start writing the poem.
"What is good for me to write?" 
"The theme is about friends huh?"
"I don't have any friends to write about!" Haruno remember back the thing that Sakura was saying this evening.
"Right now I wonder what is she doing?"
"Does she really can write it or not the poem." Wonder Haruno alone.
__The next day__
Haruno take off from school early this morning. The time he arrive at school Sakura had already wait for him
"Good morning Darling!"
"Good morning Sakura."
"Do you have finish the work that Haiqal given?"
"Of course I have finished it."
"The work that 'meanie' gave me doesn't affect me at all!" Said Sakura proud.
"If that so then I can't wait to hear you read your poem." Haiqal reading a novel book just came out of nowhere and interrupt their conversation.
"You! Just from where did you come from?!" Said Sakura surprised.
"Your real character just get out you know miss".
Said Haiqal still reading his novel book.
"Ah, not good!" Said Sakura try to build back her composure.
"Let's go both of you, the lesson are going to start soon." Said Haiqal walking past them.
"Just what is wrong with that guy?" Question Sakura to herself.
"In my opinion he only worried for you." Said Haruno 
"Ha? Just from where did he worried about me."
"He worried that maybe you didn't find any friends in this school. So he make us join the club and become their friends."
" Because that is how me and him become friend." Continue Haruno.
He then remember back the moment he first met with Haiqal.
At that time I'm only 10 years old. I also didn't have friends at that time but he is the first person to talk to me. At that time I thought him as a very cool guy.

"Alright everyone remember to do your homework and take care of your body." Said the teacher leaving the class.
"Haruno, Lets go to our clubroom." Ask Haiqal to Haruno
"Yeah let's go."
"Sakura too let's go." Haruno call out to Sakura. Haiqal shrug a bit when Haruno call out to Sakura
"I'm coming!" Sakura replied.
With that the three of them take off to their clubroom. Arriving ther Haiqal open the door and see only the chairman is here.
"Eh, are you alone Kaichou did you see Kirihaya-san." Ask Haiqal toward the chairman.
"I just came here myself and I didn't see anybody at all before."
Said the chairman while shaking her head.
"Um Haiqal can I ask you something?"
"What is it Haruno."
"You always call her as Kaichou but what is our chairman real name?" Ask Haruno curious.
"Ah, that's right it a shame to call such a cute girl as her with what you called her." Spoke Sakura.
"Ah, now that you mention it I didn't introduce our chairman properly yet aren't I."
"Well then let me introduce myself." Said the Chairman.
"My name Kotoha Ayumi, I'm in the class 2-1 and this club chairman."
"Class 2-1, that's mean you are in the same age as us?" Ask Sakura surprised.
"Yeah, I have been in this club from a year while Haiqal only here for only a half year."
"Eh. That is so unexpected I thought you were younger than us and been wondering how a young girl could have her own club."
"Well a lot of people tell me that actually." Said Ayumi giving a good vibe.
"S-somehow I felt like protecting this girl." Said Sakura unexpectedly
"I know right Kaichou pretty face that make her look younger make us want to protect her." Said Haiqal admiring Ayumi prettiness.
"If you the one who said that kind of thing make it sound pervert." Said Sakura with a disgusting face.
"Oi!" Shout Haiqal.
And then the door slam open making the other surprised.
"I'm sorry I'm late I have something to be take care of." Said Momoka apologizing.
"Really then what is that 'something'." Ask Sakura
"Do I really need to tell you everything about me?" Ask Momoka intimidating  Sakura.
"Huuuh?!"
*claps* *claps*
The clapping sound got the both of them attention. Haiqal who was clapping his hand to get both of their attention speak out.
"Well now that all of the member have arrive should we start our club activities."
"Yes…" Said everyone.
Haruno looking Haiqal just smile at him. Haiqal give him a smile back. Then all of the member sit down on their chair.
"So who is going to start first?" Ask Haiqal excited.
Everyone turn away their face except for Ayumi. Haiqal looking at the situation just slam his head on his palm.
"if nobody going to go then I will do." Volunteered Ayumi.
"Well then Kaichou let's hear your Poem."
"Friends is a term of who you spending time with
The time 
where you laugh 
where you cry 
and when you happy
That is all a thing that you do with your friends
Without a friends 
we will only be loner"
"That's it from me." Said Ayumi finishing her poem
*claps* *claps*
"Bravo 2x."
"Kaichou poem really touch my heart." Said Haiqal.
"Well then I will go next." Said Haiqal excited
"This is a poem I wrote it myself hope you like it."
"A true friend gives hope
 When we fail
 A true friend gives comfort
 When we sad
 A true friend also gives a place
 When we feel like running from the reality
 A true friend is precious
 So please take care of your friends."
"And with that my poem is done." Said Haiqal satisfied
Everyone clap their hand except Sakura.
"Then next is…"
"Me." Momoka raise her hand to volunteered herself.
"Well then take it over Kirihaya-san."
"Friends?
 What is a friend?
 Is it good or is it bad?
 I don't' know
 But what I know is I don't need them."
"That's it." Finish Momoka
"That's it?!" Everyone shout
"Yeah that's it, What you want more?"
"You hear Kirihaya-san even you are a cold person you shouldn't go away and say you didn't need them its a waste you know not to have friends." Explain Haiqal.
"Hmm, is that so the I will try and think about it." Said Momoka putting a straight face.
"Your face didn't show the same thing as what you said though." Said Haiqal giving up on Momoka.
"Well who will go next."
"I-I will." Said Haruno.
"Let's be friends
 If we become friends
 We can do any of fun thing together
 We can share our story together
 Or even make our own story
 What I want to say is
 Will you be my friend."
"Aaaah, How embarrassing." Said Haruno his face became red.
"Well for a beginner your poem is pretty good? Said Haiqal unconfident with his word.
"You are the other person who his face is telling a different story then what they said." Said Haruno feeling lose
"Ehem, well then I guess the only last one is…"
"Me right." Said Sakura standing from her chair.
"I don't know if you guys gonna like it but I hope you enjoy." Said Sakura while hiding her face with the book.
"Don't worry its going to be alright you know." Said Haruno towards Sakura holding her left hand he also gave her a warm smile.
"Darling."
"Ehem, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting or something but I just want to say we are also here." Interrupted Haiqal.
Both Sakura and Haruno got startled then both of them avert their eye with each other.
"Well then here I goes."
"Everytime I see people laughing with their friends
 I don't know why 
 But my heart felt ache
 Everytime I look at them
 I felt a feeling of jealousy
 Oh I wonder what is this feeling
 Why am I feeling it
 Is it just because I too want to have friends
 That is impossible
 Impossible for a person like me
 But even if that is true
 I still want it
 Friends"
"That's it."
"How was it?" Ask Sakura embarrassed by being look at.
Everyone clap their hands even Momoka.
"You really did a great job there." Said Haruno.
"Darling…"
"Well it is pretty good for a person like you." Said Haiqal.
"Hmph, atleast I have proof that I also can write a poem." Said Sakura proud of herself
"Well then let me ask you a question do you write this poem thinking about yourself or you just write it." Ask Haiqal With a serious face.
"What's with that question?"
"There is no way I'm going to…" Before Sakura finished her word Haiqal interrupted.
"Just answer my question!" Said Haiqal with a serious-tone
The clubroom also became quiet. Sakura having no choice let out her words.
"W-well yeah I think about myself when I wrote this poem."
"A-and I-I really m-mean it." Said Sakura flustered.
"Is that so." Said Haiqal this time his tone change back to normal.
"Just what is wrong with you asking that kind of question?" Ask Sakura furious.
"This is my answer for your stupid question."
"It's not impossible…"
"It's not impossible for what?" Ask Sakura interrupt Haiqal word.
"It's not impossible for a person like you to have friends."
"Eh?" Sakura got confused
"Because as I said yesterday everyone here is already your friends."
"I don't know about Kirihaya-san…"
"And you didn't have to think Haruno as your friend cause he is special."
"Y-you really are…" Said Haruno snap hearing Haiqal saying those word.
"Well actually what I want to say is that we all here are your friends and we all will be here when you needed."
"That's right Sakura-san I will also help you with everything I got." Said Ayumi standing from her seat.
"Everyone Thanks!" Said Sakura somehow tear slowly came out of her eyes.
With that all of them wrap their thing up and go home. Today Haruno is walking home with Sakura.
"So how was it?" Ask Haruno to Sakura
"How was what?"
"The club."
"Oh, its fine even it only fill with weird people but all of them is a nice people." Said Sakura smiling all the way.
"Yeah, you are right even they are weird but they are a good friends."
"Darling too is a good person." Said Sakura under her breath.
"Did you just said something?" Ask Haruno
"Nothing at all."
Sakura then fasten her pace. Haruno is scratching his head wondering what Sakura just said.
"Is it really going to be just fine?" Mutter Haruno alone
"Darling~~ Let's go!" Shout Sakura calling out Haruno name.
"Well I guess its going to be just fine." Again Haruno mutter the words alone.
"I'm coming!" Replied Haruno.

A Story About Amatsuki Haruno Who Got Confessed By A Girl That He Just Met On Her First Day. But Our Main Protagonist Will Need To Go Through Many Challenge To Protect This Love That Make Him Having A Bittersweet Love In His Entire Life

Chapter 957 – Night Before the Final Battle

 Juedai Fenghua's suggestion tempted Di Chen and the others.

 The few of them discussed and also invited Lianpo and the other generals to simulate the battle. In the end, they all agreed to her plan and even gave it a really cool name - Dragonslayer.

 Once Zhan Lang and the others left, Juedai Fenghua was a little worried, "Is it really okay for us to move 50 thousand troops?"

 As Pill Sun City was unable to assist Swordsman City, Di Chen as the boss naturally needed to step up and do his part. As a result, he moved 50 thousand troops in one go.

 "Is there any movement over at Stone City?" Di Chen asked.

 "It's calm."

 "Then there should not be a problem. Wufu has no courage."

 "Let's hope so!"

 For some reason, Juedai Fenghua was still feeling a little uneasy.
 ************
 10th month, 14th day, Swordsman City.

 At 9 AM, the 150 thousand troops from the various Yanhuang Alliance territories all teleported over to Swordsman City. Along with the army was general Lianpo.

 They needed a good general to command such a large scale battle.

 Chun Shenjun's Tian Dan was still in Xiangnan Province, while Wuqi was still locked in a standstill against Sun Bin. As such, neither of them could come over.

 The only general they could use was Lianpo.

 The sudden appearance of 150 thousand troops would still cause a lot of noise no matter how hidden they tried to be. As such, they were noticed by the Shanhai Guard spies.

 Lianpo also did not think about purposely hiding it.

 From what Di Chen said, "This is a proper all out brawl; there's nothing to hide."

 Baiqi was still thousands of miles away, and Great Xia could not move any reinforcements in such a short few days. No matter what, this battle was a destined one that no one could stop.

 Feng Qingyang had gotten the news and happily welcomed Lianpo into the City Lord's Manor.

 The waves that rose up from the Xiangnan Province battle worried Feng Qingyang the most. He knew that he had the highest chance of being abandoned by the alliance, so he could not sleep well for a consecutive few days.

 Within the City Lord's Manor, Wei Yan, Zhao Yun, and Pang Tong were all waiting. As the Lord, Feng Qingyang introduced them one by one to Lianpo.

 As one of the four famous generals of the Warring States Period, no one would oppose the decision if he became the main general. Zhao Yun and Wei Yan would rather be the deputies and participate in the discussions about the battle.

 360 thousand against 220 thousand; in terms of numbers, the Alliance Army had the advantage. However, they were far from having an overwhelming majority. As such, it was still going to be difficult to win this battle.

 Before coming, Di Chen and the others had come to the consensus that they did not wish to fully annihilate the Dragon Legion Corps. They only needed to force them back so that they could not threaten to destroy Swordsman City.

 Basically, with such a strategic consideration, Lianpo said, "In the final battle, our army will put our main focus on their wings to force them to squeeze toward the middle and eventually retreat."

 When Zhao Yun heard Lianpo's battle plan, he was unwilling.

 Before coming, Liu Bei had instructed him to wipe out the enemy troops to the best of his ability.

 Considering the situation, Zhao Yun did not oppose the plan. At most, he would viciously strike at the wings of the enemy tomorrow as a form of revenge.

 Pang Tong, who followed Zhao Yun along, did not speak a single word either. His eyes showed that he was deep in thought. 
 ...
 With the meeting settled, the 150 thousand reinforcements did not stay in the city but moved outside. Even the 60 thousand troops led by Wei Yan followed them out and got into formation outside of the city.

 The 360 thousand strong army lined up, and their tents covered the entire field so that one could not see the ends of it.

 The 150 thousand Shu Han army formed the left wing, the 60 thousand Swordsman City troops were in the middle, while the 150 thousand reinforcements served as the right wing. To provide the army with grain, Feng Qingyang had basically emptied the granary.

 Lianpo was not slacking off. He merged the 150 thousand reinforcements while he created a command system in preparation for the battle tomorrow.

 Luckily, this was not the first time that the troops of the Yanhuang Alliance had gathered together to fight. They were used to it and were comfortable with working another, so Lianpo did not need to worry much.

 At 3 PM, with the accompaniment of Feng Qingyang, Lianpo went to inspect the battlefield.

 The battlefield of the final battle was on the southern outskirts of Swordsman City. The entire south was vast. Apart from a few small hills, it was basically an endless plain.

 The Shu Lands only had one rice season a year, and it was now the 10th month. As such, most of the crops had been harvested. The paddies were filled with random grass, and it was really muddy.

 Tang Dynasty famous poet Li Shangying had once stayed here for a period of time, and he wrote a poem called Sent North in Night Rain.

 You ask for the time of my return, but there is not a time;
 On Mt. Ba, the night rain swells autumnal pools.
 When can we together cut the candle by the west window, and speak of the time of night rain on Mt. Ba? 

 There was a lot of mention of rain in the story, which was proof of the Shu Lands' heavy rain frequency. Normally, the Shu Lands would rain at night and rarely during the day.

 The rain last night soaked all the paddy fields and made them really muddy.

 Such geography would undoubtedly affect the charging cavalry and the fighting of infantry. If the commander did not consider this factor, they would be at a huge disadvantage.

 This was the importance of scouting the ground.

 Amongst the paddies, there were some rapeseed flower fields that had just been planted. Apart from that, there were some fruit gardens.

 After the big battle tomorrow, who knows what kind of state they would be left in?

 As for the villages scattered around, most of them were already left empty.

 The Great Xia Army was not as messed up in the head as the Dali army, and they would not massacre civilians. However, such a big war would often have many innocent casualties, so the people obviously decided to hide in the city.

 Further away, there was the Dragon Legion Corps camp. Different from the Alliance Army one, the Dragon Legion Corps used green tents that camouflaged in the wilderness. If one did not look carefully, they would not be able to see a thing.

 When Lianpo saw this, he was impressed, "What a great idea." As a person who had been through many battles, he naturally saw the pros of such a green tent.

 The green tent was invented by the Combat Logistics Department. They could swiftly change their gear, apart from the development of a dye, because of the large scale use of sewing machines in Great Xia.

 For the next step, Xiahou Ying was really ambitious and wanted to change all their uniforms to a standard green.

 However, this project would use up too many resources. Even with the ability of Great Xia, to change the uniforms of millions of troops could not be done in a short time.

 Furthermore, during the cold weapons era, soldiers all wore armor. The green uniform would not have much of an effect compared to modern warfare.

 The Military Affairs Minister postponed this project and Ouyang Shuo did not interfere.

 Looking out at the Great Xia Army Camp, Lianpo was not as confident as he appeared in the manor. After fighting so many times with the Great Xia, he was really familiar with their strength.

 Although they had the numerical advantage, he did not have absolute confidence. To choose to have the final battle now was a little rushed.

 Although that was the case, Lianpo was still really fervent and eager.

 He had lost many times to Great Xia, so he wanted to win over them. Regretfully, his old opponent Baiqi had not arrived on the battlefield.

 "I must definitely win this battle!" Lianpo's gaze was filled with firmness.

 Lianpo only returned to the camp when night fell.
 ...
 Just as Lianpo was scouting the battlefield, the Dragon Legion Corps had movement too.

 4th legion camp, central tent.

 Lai Hu'er, Zhang Liao, Luo Shixin, and Xiao Chaogui had all gathered together. There was one other person, the following strategist, Administrative Mentor Court Advisor Chen Gong.

 Long ago, when the Dragon Legion Corps was sent into the Shu Lands, Chen Gong was appointed as the strategist. During the Battle of Jiangyang Prefecture, Baiqi was commanding from the back while Chen Gong took charge of the frontlines to add to the instructions.

 The four generals were all equally skilled in battle. However, as Luo Shixin had been in Great Xia the longest and was also trained by Baiqi, he had a higher position than the other three.
As a result, before Baiqi arrived, he would serve as the main general.

 The news of the 150 thousand reinforcements had spread to them long ago. Facing the enemy that seemed like they were going to go all out, the four generals were not nervous at all.

 Luo Shixin said, "Strategist, it's time to use the token that the king gave you."

 Chen Gong nodded, "Although we have it, we cannot be too overconfident. It's best if we send someone to inform Fu Yang to ask the Qiang Race army to get ready."

 Luo Shixin said, "You are right. This is the crucial battle, and our commander is not here. How much we are able to get depends on the few of us. We cannot lose face for our king."

 "General, give the order!"

 Zhang Liao and the others cupped their fists.

 Luo Shixin started to plan the tactics. Of course, he did not decide everything on his own, and he discussed things with the three other generals. With Chen Gong there, they came up with a suitable battle plan.

 It seemed like Di Chen and the others had miscalculated. Without Baiqi, the Dragon Legion Corps could still fight wars.



Earth Online – a virtual MMORPG that takes place in the future year of 2190 – a game that everyone will bet their futures on. Set in a map that is ten times the size of real-world Earth, players battle for supremacy in the first game to feature personal adventure, territory construction, and grand warfare. For every death you experience in the game, your level would drop back to zero. Ouyang Shuo, an above average player, suffered the ultimate betrayal. For merely a piece of equipment, his sworn brother betrayed and backstabbed him. This time, after he reincarnated in the game, Ouyang Shuo swore to exact vengeance.

However, in an unexpected turn of events, Ouyang Shuo found himself back five years before the betrayal – right before the launch of Earth Online. This time, armed with the knowledge from his past life, Ouyang Shuo would venture upon a new path.

How to perfectly complete quests? What historical battle maps would appear? How should one build up their territory? Utilizing the experience from the predecessors of his last life, Ouyang Shuo makes his bid for the top against all odds. Follow his journey as he seeks to lord over the world!

A different kind of tale that blends historical characters and virtual reality gaming, with heavy emphasis on kingdom building and warfare.

Suddenly I turn around, and I see her there, where lights are dim and faint!
Those on Weibo saw the poem that suddenly appeared. They were caught by surprise, gawking at the poem, reading it repeatedly!
In an instant, the entire internet went into a frenzy!
Those from the WA were stunned just from the first sentence.
Huang Lihua and Vice-chairman Shi were flabbergasted as well.
Easterlies of the night call to bloom blossoms of a thousand trees, as if blowing adrift stars that drizzle like rain.
The first sentence was describing the wind, and it was expertly written. The imagery was lifelike; describing the scene with the wind, it was beautifully scenic.
For a moment, time seemed to have stopped on Weibo. During that time, even the comments ceased. Those not in the know might even suspect that everyone's internet disconnected.
They were pulled into the poem, into the lively market, with a beauty walking along with the crowd. The crowd tried to locate her, yet she was nowhere to be found. Just as they were feeling dejected, turning around, they saw her standing near the flickering lights.
Such beautiful imagery!
It was only a poem, but everyone felt as though it was a story.
After they struggled to recover from their daze, Weibo exploded with activity.
[Amazing poem!]
[F*ck! F*ck!]
[Such composition, such a wonderful poem!]
[I don't know much about poems, but I know that this is f*cking good!]
[Divine inspiration, this is divinely inspired!]
[F*ck! I was so excited and tried to send gifts all the while. Only now I realize that there's no gift button. Damn!]
…
Meanwhile, Capital University's Wan Yun was in shock.
'Is this really a student from our Capital University? My student managed to compose a poem of this level? The heavens are blessing our Chinese literature!'
The comments on Weibo were like fireworks going up in waves. The number of likes increased by a few thousand every passing second, causing Weibo to malfunction temporarily.
Just how well was the poem written? An average person would not be able to tell.
However, those in the WA knew that this poem was really well done. The scenery and character were expertly brought to life. They were way better compared to the poems Ye Lingchen previously wrote.
That was the first time Ye Lingchen put his heart into writing a poem. In an instant, it subjugated everyone. It could be described as perfect, definitely worthy to be considered a masterpiece!
Those from the WA remained silent; some were even eager to go offline. They were too ashamed to stay around and were trying to find a hiding place.
'Novel Y...just what kind of person is he?'
'Composing a poem of this caliber on the fly. Is he still a human?'
However, someone soon noticed Ye Lingchen's choice of words. "First!"
[F*ck! First poem?! Could it be that Y intends to compose more?]
[Awesome! Would the second one be coming soon? I'll wait for it!]
The next instant, the second poem was out.
[The second poem, on the moon.]
[Moon Gazing with Distant Thoughts.
Bright moon over the sea, sharing the same moment in distant lands.
Lovers resent the long nights, where sentiments grow strong.
Snuffing the candle to appreciate the full moon, adorning the robe to feel the moisturizing dew. 
Regretfully unable to present this to my dear, I return to sleep, for a dream of cherished union.]
Amazing!
Another amazing composition!
The first sentence grabbed the hearts of all the readers!
Bright moon over the sea, sharing the same moment in distant lands.
This poem was about separation, projecting the sentiments onto the moon. Loved ones separated in distant lands sharing the same view of the moon. The long-distance separation was aptly described by this.
[I'm crying. Thank you Y for composing such a wonderful poem. Thank you! I've been working away from home for many years now. It's been so long since I last went home.]
[Above post, I'm in the same boat. I miss my hometown.]
[Sob sob sob, I've already made plans with my wife to share the view of the moon tonight. That way, it'll be like me watching it next to my wife.]
However, while they were still lamenting, the third poem was out!
[The third poem, on flower.]
[On Flower After Failed Examination.
Waiting for autumn to come, eighth of the ninth month,
Once my flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers perish.
Bursts of fragrance soar the skies as it penetrates Chang'an,
The entire city coated in golden armor.]
Once the poem was published, everyone was shaken even further.
The style of the poem was distinctly different from the two previous poems.
The previous poems were of restraint and separation. However, this poem gives off a feeling of tyranny, unrivaled dominance!
Such a change made it difficult for them to switch over.
This poem was domineering from the beginning to the end. It could be said that every word, every sentence struck awe into their hearts.
Just how prideful and confident must one be to write such a poem!?
[I suddenly feel that Y is writing this poem for himself. I wonder if any of you guys feel the same?]
[The first one I can think of is Y. Didn't you realize that once Y started composing poems, those fools from WA dare not utter a single word?]
[F*ck, it's true! His pride and domineering demeanor are oozing from his bones!]
[The fourth poem, snow.]
Ye Lingchen paused for a moment, but this time he laughed, suddenly feeling trollish.
He split up the upload, starting with the first sentence. [One, two, three and four.]
'Hm?'
Everyone was dumbfounded. Such an opening seemed very mundane.
[Five, six, seven and eight.]
[What's this? Counting game?]
Ignoring the masses, he uploaded the third sentence.
[Thousand, ten thousand, and countless.]
With that, the crowd could no longer hold back.
[Y, why are you suddenly learning from those WA members? Please don't!]
[F*ck! It's the end. Y's poem is starting to burn my eyes.]
[Is our Chinese literature going into decline now? No…]
However, the fourth sentence came.
[Disappearing into the plum blossoms.]
Boom!
All their minds were blown, ringing continually. They did not expect the last sentence to salvage the entire poem in that manner. 
That poem was by no means amazing, but it was simple. In its simplicity, it did not lose its rhyming. In a way, it could also be considered another masterpiece.
[Amazing! I knew Y wouldn't let me down.]
[The essential stroke. That's the real essential stroke!]
[Genius, definitely a genius. He's just doing as he wishes!]
[Hahaha, did any of you realize that Y's poem was picking on those poems that Huang Lihua was praising earlier?]
[It is! Wind, flower, snow, and moon. Hahaha…]
[I would like to ask, Master Huang Lihua, is the wind still gentle? Are the flowers still beautiful? Is the snow still white? Is the moon still bright?]
…
Composing four poems in a row, and each of them masterpieces. All that without any preparation beforehand; all impromptu work. Such level of poetry would have made him a champion in ancient times!
Others would have something to be proud of for life after composing one good poem. Instead, he wrote one after another, as if they were nothing. That was just beyond amazing!
Frightening, absolutely terrifying!
All those from the WA became mute, after which they started to delete their Weibo posts one after another.
They were ashamed of showing their poems. It was impossible to compare with Ye Lingchen. They could not afford to embarrass themselves any further.
Huang Lihua deleted the post where he criticized Ye Lingchen along with his other posts. Ye Lingchen's standards were way beyond most people out there. If his literature standards were considered low, then the entire China would have no standards to go by.
Just where did this monster pop out from? He was just too monstrous. Not someone one could afford to offend...


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...

In the underworld, the devas were scholars, it was necessary to pass a poem dedicated to wisdom to assess his abilities. Well, he wrote ...


All judged sage on the throne:
"There are no right friends among us,
But the good subject of the crown
To the right of all but me.

We will build a kingdom
According to the best samples.
I want everyone to believe it
Let the nightingale sing the words ... "

Legally Compliant Thoughts
Air palaces spun ...
Other thoughts, you know, be superfluous,
Indeed, they did not lead to miracles.

Do not think that the road is fast
All the prosperity will lead,
First you lose everything
Then you grow a soul ...

And this, you know, the basis
All that is in the world
And not having tasted much grief,
How to ride more progress ?!

After reading, he was summoned to his main dev, praised, and then sent to explore the terrestrial world to study the emotions of people for a period of ten years. And on his return, if he remains alive, of course, he must write a new poem about wisdom. Then for this valiant work he was promised honor, glory and ... forgiveness.

On that the merchant finished his story. And as for morality, then draw your own conclusions, he remarked and left the teahouse ... "

Yes! These are our eastern gatherings, they are not simple!

Of course! How else! East business is intrigue and conspiracy. Sometimes the intrigue succeeds, and people roll into the asphalt, and then, after 30 years, those who rolled up, begin to regret it. But time is already lost, the relationship is not the same. The world is like this.

The most important features for success in the world of capitalism are skills, diligence, new knowledge, good education, knowledge of languages, the desire to work hard and hard.
The most important features of success in the clan world are flattery, hypocrisy, lies, servility, loyalty, submission, dating, communication, knowledge.

In order to govern themselves, the clans discard all talented and intelligent, leaving obedient and servile. Therefore, there is no development.

And the economy is not developing why? Because people work in the shade, 60 percent conditionally work out of the world. 

That is, they are paid for services without money, they will not receive a pension, but they earn $ 1000-3000 per month. Instead of those in the world, they receive their 150-200 dollars, and they will receive a pension of 46 dollars a month. 

Of course, this is why more than half of people prefer to cheat, somehow they need to live. This in the 20th century to be honest meant success and stability. In a feudal society, the ability to deceive in the 21st century is the basis of success and wealth!

The second version. 

Agriculture is a very interesting activity. Like the sale of products. Not to mention the cooking, healing cooking. The development of tourism. 


All this will be in this novel. Perhaps the continuation of the first novel, but not a fact.

What is the story about? The story of a graduate student who decided to become a farmer. He sold his apartment and started to run his business with the money he received. Farm, online shop, farm shop. Decided to sell organic food.

Who is this guy? Former student of the Faculty of History. His relatives are historians and artisans, scientists. Great-grandfather Farmer. Grandfather - oriental sweets manufacturer. His ancestor ... Dara is the hero of another novel "'Jiang' Magic Coin" ...

What happens to him? He finds magic coins that have already become a magic entity, he has an all-powerful system. The main character does not immediately use it ...

Why should I care? It is interesting. But not at once. Not from the first pages, there is interesting historical information, there is an understanding of everyday life, traditions, oriental subtleties of doing business.

Almost reality but in a fantastic wrapper.

Pros - good content, many different historical facts about the Silk Road, Eastern Trade, Household reflections on politics and economics, there are interesting ideas for organizing your own business in tourism and farming.

Cons - bad form, that is, the text of the novel is rough, grammar and syntax is lame. There are mistakes.

Overall assessment of the story if to be objective:

Writing Quality - 2 stars
Stability of Updates - 4 stars (3-4 times per week from 500 to 3000 words for one chapter)

Story Development - 4 stars
Character Design - 3 stars
World Background - 3 stars

Overall result: Who wants to learn new things about farming and about the world after the Cold War, who is interested in the first place content, can be sure that he/she will not waste his/her time in vain.

Whoever likes the good form of the syllable, he/she can immediately leave, having pulled his hat, striking his/her horse sideways with spurs, plunge into the depths of the prairie.


Tags - Farming, Cooking, Health, Folk Medicine, Magic, History


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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

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