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1. Fanny Hill: Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure by John Cleland  

"The young gentleman, by Phoebe's guess, was about two and twenty; tall and well limbed. (…) then his grand movement, which seemed to rise out of a thicket of curling hair, that spread from the root all over his thighs and belly up to the navel, stood stiff and upright, but of a size to frighten me, by sympathy for the small tender part which was the object of its fury, and which now lay exposed to my fairest view; for he had, immediately on stoppings off his shirt, gently pushed her down on the couch, which stood conveniently to break her willing fall. Her thighs were spread out to their utmost extention, and discovered between them the mark of the sex, the red-centered cleft of flesh, whose lips vermillioning inwards, expressed a small ruby line in sweet miniature, such as guide's touch or colouring: could never attain to the life or delicacy of."

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2.Selected Letters of James Joyce 
While these don't technically comprise a sex scene, these letters are fifty shades of great balls of fire— which is to say: hot. Yes, there are dirty words and yes there are Joyce's particular fixations that titillate, but it's the forthright intimacy between the couple that produces in me that unmistakable frisson of bliss.
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An excerpt from a letter dated 9 December 1909:

"…you seem anxious to know how i received your letter which you say is worse than mine. How is it worse than mine, love? Yes, it is worse in one part or two. I mean the part where you say what you will do with your tongue (I don't mean sucking me off) and in that lovely word you write so big and underline, you little blackguard. It is thrilling to hear that word (and one or two others you have not written) on a girl's lips. But I wish you spoke of yourself and not of me. Write me a long long letter, full of that and other things, about yourself, darling. You know now how to give me a cockstand. Tell me the smallest things about yourself so long as they are obscene and secret and filthy. Write nothing else. Let every sentence be full of dirty immodest words and sounds. They are all lovely to hear and to see on paper even but the dirtiest are the most beautiful . . ."
 
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3.  House Like a Lotus by Madeleine L'Engle
This is a young adult novel. Polly is travelling through Greece and Cyprus as she's trying to process a troubling event in her recent past. The story is told both in the present time and in flashbacks. During one of the flashbacks of the book, Polly loses her virginity. That alone is remarkable enough, given both the genre (YA), and the year of publication (1984). But the man she sleeps with is a med school intern which makes him at least 24 or 25 years old. Their relationship in the novel is laid out very carefully as one of respect, mutual consent, and intellectual connection, and afterwards, Renny, the intern, apologized and made it clear that what had happened must not happen again. Nevertheless, L'Engle's description of the actual event is delicate, warm, sensual, and sweet. It's the first time so many of us longed for.
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"…and he was kissing me again, and slipping the shorty nightgown over my head. his strong and gentle hands began to stroke me, his hands, his lips, his tongue.
Gentle. Not frightening. Knowing what he was doing. I felt my nipples rise, and it startled me.
'Shhh,' Renny whispered. 'Shhh, it's all right, don't worry, just relax and listen to your body.'
He was slow, rhythmic, gentle, moving down my body, down . . . 
And I was nothing but my body
There was a sharp brief pain
Brief
And then a sweet spasm went through me
And i seemed to rise into the air
No more pain
Just the sweetness
The incredible
Oh, the
And then Renny, panting
I pressed him hard against me."

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4. Vox by Nicholson Baker 
A novel by one of my favourite writers, Vox takes place entirely on a phone sex / hook-up party line. By turns arousing and odd, Jim and Abby's conversation ends in an explosive, fantastic erotic fantasy.
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"… I run my fingers just down the long place where the insides of your thighs touch, all the way to your knees, and then I'd let go of your legs, and they'd fall slightly apart, and as my hands started to move up inside them, with my fingers splayed wide, they'd move farther and farther apart, and then I'd lift your knees and hook them over the arms of the armchair, so that you were wide open for me, and in the darkness your bush would still be indistinct, and I'd look up at you, and I'd move on my knees so I'm closer, so I could slide my cock in you if I wanted, and I touch your shoulders with my hands, and pass my fingertips all the way down over your breasts and over your stomach and just lightly over your bush, just to feel the hair, and then say, 'I'm going to lick you now,' and I lick both your nipples once very briefly good-bye, and I breathe my way down, and I pass over your bush this time with my mouth, and I see where the tan stops, and where the hair begins, and I keep going, and your legs are spread wide, and so I kiss inside one knee, and then across to the other, and up, back and forth, and at the end of each kiss I give a little upward lick with my tongue, up lick, lick, lick, back and forth, moving closer and closer to where your thighs meet."
 
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5. The Powerbook by Jeanette Winterson 
An early scene in the book recounts the tale of a woman in the late 1500s who disguises herself as a man by way of tulips strapped beneath her trousers. She is ordered to the bedside of a princess and under threat of decapitation commanded to sexually please—deflower, if you will—her. the princess had never seen the nude male form.
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"'Take off your trousers and let me see you.'
So this was the moment. All would be revealed. I no longer cared. Come death, come life, there is a part to play and that is all.
Hesitatingly, I let down the blue and gold of my trousers. There was a silence. then the princess said . . . 
'I have never seen a man before.'
(You're not seeing one now.)
'The stories I have heard . . .  the fleshiness, the swelling . . .  but you are like a flower.'
(This was true.)
She touched my bulbs.
'They are like sweet chestnuts.'
(Tulips, my darling, tulips.)
She stroked the waxy coating I kept fresh to protect them. The tips of her fingers glistened.
'What do you call these?'
'This one is key of pleasure, and this one is lover's dream.' I said this quite sincerely because it was so.
'And what do you call this?'
Her fingers had reached the centre now. I had to think fast.
'I call it my stem of spring.'
She laughed delightedly and kissed the red flower, its petals fastened tight into a head. Fortunately my mother had made it quite secure and the princess could play with it all she liked.
Then a strange thing began to happen. As the princess kissed and petted my tulip, my own sensations grew exquisite, but as yet no stronger than my astonishment, as I felt my disguise come to life. the tulip began to stand.
I looked down. There it was, making a bridge from my body to hers.
I was still wearing my tunic and the princess could not see the leather belt that carried everything with it. All she could see, all she could feel, was the eagerness of my bulbs and stem.
I kneeled down, the tulip waving at me as it had done on the hillside that afternoon I cut it down.
Very gently the princess lowered herself across my knees and I felt the firm red head and pale shaft plant itself in her body. a delicate green-tinted sap dribbled down her brown thighs.
All afternoon I fucked her."

"They began to make love against the library shelves which creaked with their movement. It is common enough at such times to fantasize arriving in a remote high place. 

He imagined himself strolling on a smooth, rounded mountain summit, suspended between two higher peaks.
 
He was in an unhurried, reconnoitering mood, with time to go to a rocky edge and take a glimpse of the near-vertical scree down which he would shortly have to thrown himself.

 It was a temptation to leap into clear space now, but he was a man of the world and he could walk away and wait. It was not easy, for he was being drawn back and he had to resist ... She was calling to him, inviting him, murmuring in his ear. Exactly so.
 
They would jump together. He was with her now, peering into an abyss, and they saw how the scree plunged down through the cloud. Hand in hand, they would fall backward."

Here are many Hottest Sex Scenes from Books, Because Words Can Turn You On Too

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 Please know that I tried my best to choose racy novel excerpts that illustrated a wide range of human sexuality. If I did not happen to hit upon your specific form of sexual entertainment, I humbly apologize in advance (but seriously — there must be something here that entertains you).

Similar to the height of Renaissance in Europe, the newspaper had already been invented and exerted a particular amount of influence on the upper class society. However, for various reasons, the press was a niche market amongst the people; the commoners barely had the habit of reading the news.

Benjamin did not plan to push their newspaper to the people, so this did not affect him.

As it was before, the newspaper was basically a business for only the government, but as time passed, the right to this business had opened up to the people. There were two or three press companies in Ferelden; the production chain was not too developed yet but there was already some professional employees. From typography, printing until distribution, there was an easier working model for them to emulate.

Although Benjamin did not know anyone in the business, but… Someone did!

"Mage Vinci, we are preparing to start a newspaper publication, I believe you know some professionals in the business. Could you introduce us to them?"

The day after dispersing, Benjamin used secret codes to get in touch with mage Vinci and met in a secret building. He wanted to ask for help.

Mage Vinci’s expression was, however, one of devastation.

"...What are you up to this time? I’ve let you off on the whole Declaration of the Freedom of Magic issue, I had helped you absorb so much of the pressure for that thing to be distributed successfully. You’re really something. It hasn’t even been two days and now you want to make some newspaper? What on earth are you up to?"

Benjamin scratched his head, laughing in embarrassment: "That… Don’t you worry, I won’t trouble you this time. I just need you to pull some strings for me, we’ll deal with everything after that."

Hearing that, Mage Vinci asked doubtfully, "Really?"

"Of course!"

"...Alright then." There was still some reservation in Mage Vinci’s demeanor, but as it was all to rebel against the Church, he still nodded, and even advised, "Oh right, you had better be careful. The Church has been suspiciously quiet lately, and there seems to be some undercurrent."     

"Don’t worry. We will be very careful."

Regardless of what the situation was now in the City of Snow, they would definitely not get involved. In last night’s meeting, they had discussed and determined the stronghold cities; these were all middle sized cities in Ferelden that were quite a distance away from the City of Snow, and could probably put an end to the influence the Church had on them.

Ever since the serial assassination, the Church had quiet down and been up to god-knows-what. Concerning this, Benjamin of course subconsciously felt that they were holding on to some trump card; therefore he was on high alert and went about his business very carefully.

The situation so far had been good. He could not let the Church use the element of surprise and destroy everything.

Thus, after Mage Vinci had agreed, he quickly put Benjamin in contact with a publication house. However, it was surprising to him that this publication house was not from within Ferelden, but from Carretas.                

"Ferelden’s publication houses have inextricable links to the government officials. So to be on the safe side, you’d best look to them for help." Mage Vinci explained.

Although Benjamin knew Ferelden had links with the Church, but at least… The enemy nearest to them now was the Church’s influence on Ferelden. Carretas was further off, the influence might not be effective.

He had no choice. Although they had published the Declaration of the Freedom of Magic before, that was slightly different from publishing a newspaper. A booklet could be written in a more casual method; as long as there was enough magic knowledge and inspirational quotes, it was good enough. But for a newspaper, they needed professional journalists and artists, in addition to the great necessity of paper and printing.

Because of that, he nodded and did not protest.

"We need articles on these topics, and suitable illustrations. Set the print quota on thirty thousand copies. You have specialized printing presses over in Carrestas. So you should be able to get it done?"

A few days later, in a little city on the borders of Ferelden, Benjamin met up with a representative from the publication house.

"As long as you can meet our fees, anything can be done." The representative rubbed his hands, answering with a grin.

Benjamin nodded.

After learning he standard procedures for the publication of a newspaper from him, he handed over the relevant materials to the representative and paid the deposit. After agreeing on the time for the next meeting, they left the place cautiously.

The name of the newspaper had been determined. It was going to be ‘The Free Mage’.

The influence of the Declaration of the Freedom of Magic still existed amongst the mages. To ride on the trend and cause the mages to feel that this was a continuation of the booklet, he had to continue on this intellectual property and work diligently on making this business a brand of his own.

Benjamin’s first requirement for the articles in the newspaper was that they had to be entertaining enough to attract the mages to continue reading. However, he did not hand over the responsibility for the most important piece of news on the headlines to the publication house’s journalists; he was going to handle that himself.

In the past, Mage Vinci had mentioned to him that, when the Church’s ban had been lifted, there were mages that had gone to the palace to petition the Queen, and subsequently disappeared without a trace. Benjamin had obtained the names and information on all the mages for such a time as this, to be the first list of victims used to criticize the Church.

And so, returning to the City of Rayleigh, Benjamin made arrangements, for his men to move about to begin building the secret strongholds and newspaper channels in every city. On the surface, they seemed to be a newly established publication house. Underground, however, were the secret rooms, tunnels, offices… These were constructed, bit by bit.

In twos and threes, the mages and the mercenaries entered a total of seventeen mid-sized cities, and began their organization’s foundation building.  

As for Benjamin himself, he sat in the hotel looking at the bundles of information next to his hand. He took a deep breath and, on a crisp new piece of paper, wrote the title of his article.

‘Remembering Mage Deere’

Dipped into ink, in Benjamin’s hand, the tip of the feather pen moved lightly, at a rapid speed, laying line upon line of words on the white paper.

"A true warrior who dared to face a dismal life, brave…"

"...I have never refrained from assuming the worst when judging the Church, however I had never expected…"

In his mind, his consciousness unwillingly repeated in his memory, the text he had learnt back in High School. And he was now editing these words, translating… Finally wrapping it up into an entirely new analytical piece on current affairs.

This was definitely a good opportunity. He was aware of his limited penmanship, he could not reach the level necessary, so he could only borrow the wisdom of his predecessors. He did not intend to profit this way, and did not want to depend on this to copy his way to literary fame. He only wished to borrow these classical discourses and inspire more of the mages’ rebellion. 

He believed that, in the nether world, the masters six feet under would not blame him for this.   






Kubei was just an ordinary pencil and button pusher working a day job, hating his boss and making horrible speeches when one day he fell asleep after pushing an all-nighter. When he woke up, he was bound to a chair, facing three creepy robed women and in a body way too young and way too weak to be his own. As he slowly came to, he realized that he was no longer in the same universe as he was before. He had teleported to the Kingdom of Helius, where an all-powerful church rules its lands and wages war against the elusive group known only as Mages. Armed with an incredibly cocky neural interface that just won’t shut up and his own sheer wit, our MC will find himself not just fighting to survive, but maybe even something bigger than himself.

Hello everyone.
For some time now I have wanted to start writing this story, but due to lack of time and ideas I have had to postpone it.
Now I'm starting it, but I will not publish every day, I can not because of lack of time and I may get tangled up with some others ideas, which can cause me to waste some time.

Currently I'm starting college so my time will be increasingly limited.
But even so I will continue writing as much as I can. I know that many prefer a continuous publication, but in my case it will not be possible. But maybe in the future.
I will try to make the chapters as entertaining as possible to compensate the low speed of publication. I hope you guys enjoy them.


I may sometimes make mistakes when writing certain words or phrases, so I will need some time to review and correct. But I think it's normal.

I am also open to whatever idea you guys have.

Well, this was a brief introduction from my part.
 I hope you enjoy this novel.

Year 2492. After several centuries of scientific and technological advances, humanity faces another war. But this time against a hostile alien civilization, which sees the progress of humans as a threat.

Genu Hoffman, a bionic soldier belonging to the fast-response special groups of the human federation, together with Iris, a multi-function autonomous android, is assigned the mission of going to Kirib 324451, a planet similar to earth that humans have  colonizing and directing an assault unit to repel an alien threat.

For this, it is decided to use a system of dimensional teleportation, but something ends up going wrong. Genu and Iris deviate from the dimensional trajectory and then appear in a completely different world. A world of magic and supernatural creatures.

They ended in a magical world in which they will be on their own judgment.

Hello, my name is XoNen and I will be starting to write novels, I was a long time standing so maybe the quality is not that good.

I will do my best to maintain a steady publication rate, but I will also try to maintain acceptable quality, English is not my main language so if you can help me by pointing out grammar errors I will be extremely grateful.

About the novel in general:

I was inspired by several kingdom-building novels as many of them didn't have things that I liked so I decided to write one that I like.

Don't expect an extremely OP MC who builds a kingdom in just 1 year because it won't happen here, as we know it is impossible to build a kingdom in 1 year.

The chapters will have about 1500 to 2000 words, being the first chapter about 3000 words, if you wanted me to write chapters with an average of 2500-3000 I can write, but with a slightly lower publication rate.

I already have about half the story in my head, but I accept suggestions to make the novel more enjoyable.

Thank you very much, everyone, I hope you enjoy my novel.

"Ding! 10 years left for the human world to be devoured." Hearing this, Edward didn't know how to react.

He knew that soon the world would be devoured by another unknown world, making his prospects bleak.

Accompany Edward on a journey that will be sung by countless bards in the future titled The New Lord.

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Hello people, I will be writing novels again, and I feel very excited about this new project, feedback is extremely welcome as well as suggestions to improve the novel are also welcome

I still don't know how I will do with the publication rate, but I want to maintain a constant rate with acceptable quality.

Everything was dark. I am coated with loneliness and sadness. 
Everything was cold. I am chilled with doubt and fear. 
Everything was silent. I am muted with bondage of chains. 
With these, you can catch a glimpse that I am residing in a place called 'desolation' where love, hopes, dreams and aspirations seem like a distant star so elusive to hold.  

Until you came. You proved to me that I was wrong -- 

I was wrong that darkness, loneliness and sadness lurks in me when you run on my location bearing a torch in your arms- telling me that there is life and hope . . . that it is not difficult to love and to be loved . . . that dreams and aspirations will be at greener pasture as long as I believe and work on it, 

I was wrong that doubt and fear shivers me when you rekindle the flame in my heart - reminding me that there is a fire that will ignites courage . . .that bravery outshines cowardice, 

I was wrong that bondage of chains barred me to resonate a voice when you help me to have a breakthrough on my hesitations- fortifying a strength to break free from any tangles that hold back. 

On that moment you told me that . . . I feel, I am loved. No words from my mouth can utter how grateful I am when you warmth my stone-cold heart. Yet, my eyes can't help its tears to fall down. The tears are the manifestation of the abundance of my heart and if ever you'll open it, there you will find your name. 



I hope the flame in your torch will last so you can stay with me for a long time. However, fate is too harsh and pla . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

                               ---------------------END OF THE LOVE LETTER-------------------

These are the unfinished words of love and gratitude found and read by Yuan Schutz in the archives of their school publication office. Yuan, a college student taking education course and an associate editor of The Wordsmith, the official publication of the Longford University, stay in the pub office an hour ahead before 5:00 P.M to prepare himself as a presiding officer for their pub meeting. 

As he waits for the rest of his teammates to finish their classes, he looked for the recent magazine release but unexpectedly found an old, daunted and semi-rotten paper where this letter is written. It was ripped into two and the other half is nowhere to be found. He has doubts that the remaining 'confessions of love' are blotted in its other ripped paper. 

It took too long for Yuan to move on his seat as he was still stuck on the story-- pondering on what had happened on the sprouting love. Did it end sadly? Or did it venture to next level of intimacy, romance and love? 

But to know who was the owner and penmanship of it has stir more his interest. Knowing the fact that Longford University has stand for 350 years, could it be that the owner of the letter had been a student of the University? And once classrooms, library, canteen, pathway and even the pub office had been a witness of their enamored love? 

How sweet is it to think of that it paints a smile on Yuan's lips while looking at the ceiling having a daydream to these anonymous lovers. It would be a satisfaction on his part if he could trace the students' accounts, find them if they are still alive and reconnect their past in the present.

Because of this afternoon encounter, he is eager to start his quest on finding the answer. His eyes glowed with extreme excitement and bets that it would be a buzz scoop as a news article or even a feature article for their publication. It will surely inspire the whole Longford student community that love sees no records of wrongs nor shortcomings (as blotted on the letter) , it resides in a connection it called haven and home.

when mind fails to recall, heart remembers.

Institute of Computational Materials.
Hou Jinli stood in front of the laboratory entrance and took a deep breath. He nervously opened the door and walked into the laboratory.
Ten minutes ago, he was still sorting out samples in the laboratory. However, someone suddenly told him that Lu Zhou wanted to see him.
After he heard this news, without any hesitation, he put down the work he was doing and rushed over here.
When he saw Lu Zhou standing in the laboratory with a white lab coat, he asked nervously, "Sir, did you ask for me?"
Lu Zhou nodded and answered concisely, "Yeah, I did."
Hou Jinli became even more nervous after hearing Lu Zhou's reply.
Professor Lu, who hadn't been to the laboratory for several days suddenly appeared again. Not to mention, the first thing he did after returning to the lab was to ask for Hou Jinli.
What could Professor Lu want me to do?
Maybe there's a problem with my research project?
Impossible…
He clearly remembered that he repeated the experiment several times, and he also double-checked the experiment report.
Also, surely Professor Lu wouldn't ask for me over such a small matter.
It wasn't his fault he was nervous. Normal people would never think that a Nobel Prize laureate would be interested in their research. After all, Hou Jinli was a noob researcher for so many years.
While Hou Jinli's mind was racing, Lu Zhou was carefully observing him.
Lu Zhou noticed his nervous expression and guessed what he was thinking, so he smiled and said, "Relax, don't feel any pressure. I'm probably younger than you in age. Also, I don't have any bad news for you."
When Hou Jinli heard this, his tense shoulders finally relaxed.
Lu Zhou paused for a second before he continued, "I've read your research report."
When Hou Jinli heard this, he immediately stood up straight and waited for the Nobel Prize big name to critique his research.
"The thing you discovered is very interesting. It not only has good resistance to high temperature, but it is also much better at resisting neutron radiation than normal alloy materials."
Excited, Hou Jinli gasped, "Really?"
His experiment was mainly concerned with high-temperature resistance; he obviously didn't have the means to conduct a neutron radiation experiment, so he didn't even think of doing one.
Now he found out that not only did his research material have excellent temperature resistant properties, but it also had excellent anti-neutron radiation properties, so he was immediately shocked by this great news.
Lu Zhou nodded.
"There are some flaws, but there is a lot of room for improvement.
"Also, that's the end of the good news. The news I am about to say might not be beneficial to you.
"After I discussed with some of the experts at the China National Nuclear Corporation, we believed that this material has future prospect applications on fusion reactors. Therefore, we will approve your conclusion report, but you might not be able to publish the research thesis."
Hou Jinli sighed in his heart.
Actually, when he heard that his material had neutron radiation-resistant properties, he already guessed what Lu Zhou was about to say.
The research that was done in the research institute all belonged to the research institute. This was written on the contract and was standard practice, so there was nothing debatable about that. What belonged to the researcher was often the thesis itself or maybe a bonus.
Due to the issue of patents, other research projects, and the overall interests of the research institute, researchers couldn't immediately publish the thesis upon completion. They had to first make a report about the situation. After that, the person in charge would decide on the thesis publication.
In most cases, unless someone was screwing with you, this process would all go smoothly. After all, theses were the life of a scholar; their job titles depended on their thesis publications.
However, there were also some special circumstances where the thesis would be banned from publication.
For example, when a major scientific research project was underway and the research results in a thesis could help the research project. Basically, the research result could be considered an in-progress result.
In order to prevent from helping competitors, theses like these were often banned, or at least, it would be delayed from publication.
Normally, if this happened, the research institute would often compensate the thesis author.
Normally, this compensation was in the form of research funding or more bonuses. Some nutty bosses would even compensate by letting the author co-sign a high-impact-factor thesis; these were all possibilities.
Of course, there were also some unjust bosses, especially arrogant ones on the leadership team.
In their opinion, letting researchers conduct experiments was a privilege. They often stole the thesis first author spot and wouldn't give any compensation when a thesis was banned from publication. If the researchers tried to defend themselves, the bosses could even prevent them from publishing on the academic conference posters.
These were all possibilities.
Obviously, Lu Zhou wasn't that kind of boss. Hou Jinli also didn't think that a big name like him would bother stealing a first author spot from his little thesis.
Therefore, he thought for a bit before replying, "That's fine, I am willing to comply!"
Lu Zhou looked at Hou Jinli and nodded. "I hope you understand. I'm sorry your thesis turned out this way, but I will try to compensate you for your loss. Both in terms of monetary value and honor value, and I will make sure that you're satisfied with it."
When Hou Jinli heard this, he looked at Lu Zhou with gratitude.
He didn't even ask what the exact compensation was.
He believed that since Lu Zhou made a promise, Lu Zhou wouldn't let him down.
Otherwise, there was no need to make the promise in the first place.
Lu Zhou didn't plan on talking about the exact compensation, he'd think about that later. He didn't come here just to talk with Hou Jinli. Otherwise, he wouldn't have worn the anti-static white lab coat.
Since Hou Jinli understood the circumstances of his thesis, Lu Zhou ended this conversation topic and started a new one.
"The reason I asked for you to come today was mainly to ask about that ceramic-based graphene composite of yours."
When Hou Jinli heard Lu Zhou ask about his project, he immediately put on a serious expression.
"Please ask."
Lu Zhou nodded and said, "With regards to the toughening agent for the ceramic-based graphene composite material, which is the porous graphene aerogel, is there a way to change its pore diameter?"
Hou Jinli thought for a bit and answered, "Theoretically, it is possible. When I tried to synthesize the material, I received samples with different pore diameters… However, this is still in theory, we'll have to try to find out."
"Then please try to figure it out." Lu Zhou picked up a document from the table and handed it to Hou Jinli as he said, "I have some simulation data here. If you can, I hope you can produce the materials that match these data."
When Hou Jinli looked at the document, his facial expression subtly changed subtly.
What shocked him wasn't the content of the data. After all, he couldn't understand the calculations.
What really shocked him was…
Hou Jinli gulped.
Does this mean…
I'm doing an experiment with a Nobel Prize winner?
This happiness came too sudden, and he wasn't prepared for this at all.
Seeing that Hou Jinli went silent for a while, Lu Zhou asked, "Is there a problem?"
"No problem, no problem." Hou Jinli immediately nodded. When he thought about something, he asked, "Oh yeah, it might be slow if I do it by myself. Can I get an assistant? One is enough."
"One isn't enough, you'll need at least ten. Start the experiments on all five samples now. This task is important. I need to see results in a week."
Lu Zhou handed him a name list and said, "The names of all of the researchers working in this institute are on this list. They all come from good backgrounds. Find the ones you like and circle their names."


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"

Two days later.
The posts on the Internet suddenly became very negative.
"Master Lin was infected with AIDS during his research. It seems like all hope is lost."
A news article appeared from a coastal news publication company.
The netizens were stunned when they saw it.
"D*mn, that can't be. Is it true?"
"F*ck, this must be false. How can Master Lin be infected? Go eat sh*t."
"This is true. It's the latest news. Everyone, don't wait anymore. Master Lin was infected. I'm afraid we will not get to eat scallion pancakes anymore."
"This publication company is spouting rubbish. I have been waiting outside the academy and I did not hear this at all. You must be asking for it!"
Then, a lot of people expressed their views on this. Many people believed in what the news article reported.
They were simply oblivious to the sly methods used by the media to generate hype and uncertainty. In the end, they were the ones being cheated.
Furthermore, the netizens started to send their well-wishes for Master Lin.
The shop owners of Cloud Street were stunned when they saw the news.
Elder Liang was furious. "This publication company must be sick. How can they say that about Master Lin?"
Elder Chen added, "It's too much. Little Boss is trying to save the world and someone is trying to use him to create fake news. He must be heartless."
Sister Hong said, "These people are heartless. They would do anything to increase their viewership. It's not professional at all."
The reporters of Shanghai were agitated after reading that.
"D*mn, this is literally bullsh*t. They're tarnishing our reputation as reporters."
"Yeah, we have to protest against it. They are maligning Master Lin. They should know how impactful it would be if Master Lin were to succeed."
"I can't take it anymore. What's the name of this company? I'm going to start a war."
"Let's go and protest against them."
Then, the reporters of Shanghai gathered together and expressed their views on the article. They did not want people to damage the reputation of their beloved Master Lin.
Meanwhile, in a certain office located in a coastal city. 
"HAHAHAHA!"
The entire office laughed after seeing what was happening online. They felt that they had succeeded in making an impact on the netizens.
Everyone was making reports about whether Master Lin would succeed, but they thought about it in a different way. They wanted to gain as much viewership as possible.
Furthermore, they wrote the article in a very convincing manner.
Of course, it only managed to convince those that were not well-informed.
For example, they used a picture of Master Lin embracing Yuan Yuan. Then, they stated that nobody would dare to embrace someone who had AIDS. Hence, the only possibility was that Master Lin had AIDS too.
Also, they said that Master Lin had AIDS because he was willing to eradicate it fearlessly.
Those netizens who were not well-informed believed the news article. After all, the news article was well written.
Then, a group of reporters entered the room anxiously.
"Director, it's not looking good. The reporters in Shanghai are trying to get us to write a public apology," said a reporter. They really did not expect this at all. They were not even talking about the Shanghai reporters. Why did they do that?
The Director continued smoking and did not seem like he was affected by it at all. He just sat back in his chair and smiled.
"It's okay. Just let them be. Don't you think we're doing great with this article?"
"How's the public viewership numbers?"
The reporters had been taking note of those numbers. "Director, the news article was re-posted a lot since we published it. It's viewed by more than 100,000 people and it's still increasing. We might even hit 500,000 soon."
The Director smiled and lightly tapped his cigarette. "That's a little too low. I think we will hit at least 500,000 people and possibly even a million people."
The reporter was stunned after hearing that. "Director, is that possible?"
He could not imagine how crazy it would be for them to hit a million views.
However, he was still worried. "Director, do you think it will cause any trouble?"
The Director waved his hand. "Nope, don't worry. It's just our deduction, and it's not like we confirmed anything. We clearly stated that it was just a possibility."
The reporter's forehead was filled with sweat. He did not expect the Director to say that. The statement about it being a possibility was written in a small font and people would not have noticed it if they did not look closely.
However, it was the first time that he had received a high viewership rate like this. In the past, they never achieved anything like this before.
Suddenly!
There was a commotion outside.
"Director, something's wrong. Someone's looking for you." 
The Director was stunned after hearing that. He wondered who it was. When he saw the person that came, his heart skipped a beat.
Why did the police come?
The policeman was holding a piece of paper which was a printed copy of the article that was published. "Was this written by you?"
The Director felt that something was wrong. He hesitated for a moment and wanted to say that he did not write that.
"It's okay, I don't have to ask. According to sources, you wrote this. Just follow us to the police station. We are charging you for slander and causing a negative impact online."
"As a reporter, how could you permit false articles like this to be written? Don't you know the impact of this?"
The reporter's face turned pale after hearing that. He did not expect his Director to be taken away just like that.


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

The girl blew out a sigh and leaned back in her chair, running a hand through her long dark hair and grimacing when it got snagged by the already-tangled curls. She had eyes that were large and round and endlessly dark, thoroughly fixated on the column she was working on her computer.
The column was for their school's publication that the girl had a good reputation working as a sportswriter. She had always loved sports, next to science of course which was her first love.
"You got that article done?" Her attention was called by the gravelly voice of their lead editor, Alejandro Madrid, a senior like her and who earned the lead position not because he was the best pick—but because he's only second to the girl who was handling the sports column—the later refused to take it and he was the next pick.
He was totally aware of that and he respectfully accepts defeat against the girl. She was just the best and everyone in this school knows that. Her super pretty face was just equally balanced with how smart she was, and the inheritance she had gotten from her deceased parents. Aviona Leigh was just simply everyone's dream and at the same time their own nightmare.
"A minute," She shove a finger in the air, dismissing his attempt to pressure her, if such pressure even works. Just as she promised, after a minute she spun around her chair to face him and handed him her work.
"Good," Alejandro accepted the paper, looking down at the girl's dark eyes that always mesmerized him. Her attraction for the girl was made known when during their freshmen years, where his mad love was untamable, he foolishly hired a famous band to woo her and sent her hundreds of red roses at school, only to be rejected at once.
He felt like a total fool by then, but many followed his footsteps, only to come up with the same end—get rejected by the goddess of beauty, Aviona Leigh. The girl had high standards obviously and she simply would just not pick anyone below her league and that made Martin Chan right for her. Martin was just so rich and as gorgeous and as popular as she does.
Whether Aviona picked him as a trophy boyfriend or not, Martin certainly doesn't care, because just like Aviona, all he cared for was to satisfy his ego. Being the son of an acclaimed actor and the probably one of the richest men this country, Martin's future and fortune was secure. He was one of those babies that were born with a silver spoon on their mouth, and one of those who don't need to work there asses out just to get what they want. Martin was XU university's star player in basketball and that title gave him the right to date the most sought-after beauty in XU University, none other than Aviona Leigh.
"Alright, I'm outta here," Aviona said and stood from her chair, turn to grab her designer bag that everyone was talking about and head for the door, only to be blocked by Alejandro who was shaking his head.
"We still have a meeting a Aviona, Didn't you read the announcement or perhaps received the text I sent out to everyone in the club," Alejandro asked her, his arms was spread over the door.
"You do not boss me around Alejandro," Aviona said with arching brow, "We all know you only got the lead's position because I refused it and the only reason why I stay in the publication team is because I don't trust other students writing the sports column, God knows how the other members of this team writes garbage."
The other members of the publication team who were present only bowed their heads. They dare not defend themselves against Aviona Leigh because everyone know that was a foolish thing to do. Aviona Leigh can simply break and make you and so going against her was like, sending yourself straight to hell. In this school, Aviona Leigh is and will always be the queen, the mean queen.
"Martin plays in the basketball team and I don't want anyone writing complacent articles about him," She added with a ting disgust for the other members of the club. For Aviona, all of them were idiots and simply untalented to write.
"But—"
"No buts, just go out of my way," She cut him off and attempted to dismiss him. "If you're going to force me to stay, then perhaps I'll shall call on the school board and ask them to replace you. Let's see how your school ranking go down because of your lack of extra-curricular activities"
With her words, Alejandro was powerless. He knew how serious Aviona was with all her treats and she had gotten eight students expelled already in a span of six months—that's how influential she was at school.
"Aviona!" Someone came to get her attention. It was one of her minions, and also her teammate in their thesis, "Oh God I've been looking for you anywhere,"
"Margo, I told you my schedule for the day," She hollered at the girl's face, "If you can't memorize it then perhaps, I'll just kick you out of the team, you annoy me to the full,"
The brightness on the girl's face flared away in an instant. She had gone trough hell just to be a part of Aviona's circle and yet, Aviona had threatened her to be stripped away without justification—that easy.
"I'm sorry," Margo, Aviona's minion replied timidly, "I look for you because I have some news,"
"Don't tell me it's bad news?" Aviona warned and when she saw that's the girl's expression faltered, she added, "God! I'm not up for negative energies now. Anyway, what is it?"
"Professor Dusk commented on the research the seniors submitted last week and he mentioned that our thesis was somewhat the same with one of the intern's thesis," The girl reported and Aviona gasped with annoyance over the news.
"How dare? Who's that intern he was talking about?" She demanded right away.


Warning: Amazingly, absurdly and deliriously funny chaps ahead. Read and laugh at your own risk.

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"You are one of my many dreams, and the only dream I wish I should have chased desperately" 

Darryl Lemmuel was an aspiring engineer. There was only one word to describe him—exceptional.

He was the only male heir of the Lagdameo clan and the future of L Empire. Apart from that, he was rumored to be financially independent at the age of eight, tricked the present president of L empire—his father— into agreeing with his terms and left home at the age of sixteen to live on his own. He broke all the socialite’s rule to have a good taste of adventure! 

Xhemin Lae Dugmoch was a struggling botanist.

Enrolled in an A-list school, she knew nothing but books, experiments and strawberries. As the granddaughter of a retired famous doctor, Xhemin was very keen in keeping her profile low as per her granddad's wishes. Nobody in the elite community knew that she existed and that her grandfather’s corporation— Feather HealthCare had an heir.

One witty heir and one crazy strawberry girl; their predicament started when their life got tangled up against each other in a conference.

HE suddenly became her target prey.

And SHE was a little trouble not worthy of his attention.

The trouble he soon learned to want— so desperately and dearly wanted.

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"All good things must come to an end."

~ Chapter 1 ~

        Wen Kaixin used to be so happy.
        Back then, she was that chubby little girl who could make the whole neighborhood laugh at her silly antics.
        Sometimes, she would strut around in front of their house wearing her mother's stilettos with a thick make up on her face. The old grandmas would have a good laugh while watching the cute little girl act like a mature adult, which was really hilarious to look at.
        But gone are those days of her blissful life.
        Now, at the age of 29, the previous bubbly little girl had become one of the successful web novelists out there.
        Having written quite a number of outstanding works, it could be said that Wen Kaixin had already built a name for herself.
        Her works mainly revolved in romance, and most of them have happy endings.
        However, a month ago, Wen Kaixin's readers caused a great commotion on the forums.
        All of them were asking for their beloved author's whereabouts!
        A few months had passed already and yet, there was still no news about her!
        Her readers thought that she was just busy in real life that's why she was not able to do her daily updates.
        But after the few days of waiting turned into months, they started to have some doubts in their hearts.
        Did something happen to Author Wen?
        Unbeknownst to them, the writer they had been waiting for would never come back.
        Wen Kaixin would never be back again.
        ...
        The woman being talked about was lying on her king size bed, staring blankly at the bare white ceiling of her room. 
        Countless story drafts and notes were strewn across the floor of her bedroom, not leaving a single space unoccupied.
        The woman appeared to be lost in thought as her eyes were not fully focused. The hand which was holding her phone by her side had also visibly tensed up.
        Unknowingly, another bout of tears streamed down her face as a painful sob escaped her lips.
        Wen Kaixin remembered another happy memory she had of her husband who had died a few months back.
        He was not only her husband, he was her editor, her confidante, her best friend, her mentor, her business partner...
        He was her everything.
        After losing her parents at such a young age of 9 and taken in by her distant relatives until she turned 18, Wen Kaixin thought that she would never find the solace of home and family.
        Although her distant relatives were good to her, it was only because she had inherited the money of her parents. She lived in their house as though she was nothing but a tenant who monthly pays for her food and lodging.
        As for why they did not think of forcefully taking away the money, it had something to do with Wen Kaixin herself.
        At such a young age, although others viewed her as a mischievous chubby little girl, Wen Kaixin was actually being trained by her father about business matters.
        Their business had something to do with publication. The Little Kaixin was very much interested in books that she would often follow her father to their company to have a look at how these books were being made. Of course, she would also beg her father to let her read the yet to be released books. 
        Father Wen always relented, but in return, Little Kaixin should be willing to learn business with him.
        Little Kaixin was caught in a dilemma. 
        She only wanted to read and was not willing to use her reading time to learn some business that only adults do.
        But her love for books overpowered her unwillingness.
        Thus, Little Kaixin learned business from Father Wen so she could read the books in the company.
        However, a tragedy happened.
        The publication company that their family owned was caught in a huge fire! Every single thing had turned into ashes. Many of the company workers had died, including the president, Wen Shuji, and his wife, Xue Yun.
        As if a work of fate, the Little Kaixin was out on her school trip and was thus spared from this incident.
        With no other descendants, Wen Shuji's and Xue Yun's assets were given to their only child, Wen Kaixin.
        But because of her young age, it would not be possible for her to live by herself and so, Wen Kaixin decided to live with her distant Aunt from her mother's side, Xue Yu.
        With the knowledge passed down by her father, Wen Kaixin was not in a rush to spend the money she got. Instead, she planned on how to make it grow by means of investments.
        Dealing with her Auntie Xue Yu was easy. She only had to give her 'enough' money and her Auntie would not really care much about what she would do.
        Living like that for almost a decade, after she had turned 18, Wen Kaixin left that household and decided to live by herself.
        The projects she had invested into had considerably profited and it was also at this time that she finished her studies.
        After graduating with an MBA degree, Wen Kaixin decided to remake her father's business. But with the recent advancement in technology and the rise of globalization, she opted to follow the trend.
        Wen Kaixin invested in web-based publication.
        It was also then that she met Jun Yiran, her late husband, who was her business partner then.
        Memories after memories of how they started their business, of how they spent most of their time together, of how they realized their feelings for each other... all came flooding into her, almost drowning her in sorrow.
        Wen Kaixin became a writer because of him. He told her that he loved to read her stories so much. This pushed Wen Kaixin to start her journey to becoming one of the successful web novelists in the present times.
        It could be said that there won't be an "Author Wen" today if not for Jun Yiran.
        But now that Jun Yiran left, Author Wen had also departed the scene...
        Never to be seen again.

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