I awoke in my bed frozen to death. A face was glaring at me. When I looked harder it was my mother and father, " Akemi Mazu. How dare you!" I felt a blow on my ear. My face flushed tomato red as I glanced at the note on the left side of my bed. "Joking!" My father said in his chuckling roly-poly laugh, "Your wedding with Kru Jezek is today! Your mother laid out your dress in your dressing room. See you later princess!" He said whilst kissing my forehead.
My mother had died when I was younger and both my sister (Ali-Fey) and I were obliged to wear my mother (Regina Alice Mazu) 's dress. Father married May-Lui back in 2013. At that point I legally had to call her mother or Madame Mazu. 
I remembered the note. Unfolding it carefully, it read, 'Hello my cherry blossom Akemi. Your parents caught me and chased my onto the balcony. I screamed it's me Kru, they believed me luckily. I love you. Xx Kul.' He must've written the note after my parents thought it was Kru and let him back in. I glanced at the picture of my mother and father on their wedding day, back in 1984. It was signed, 'Huang-Zu Mazu and Regina Alice Mazu married at 23 and 22.' 
My mother was born in 1962 and my father in 1961. My sister was then born in 1992, now at the age of 26. I was later born in 1998. I was now a mature 20 year old young lady. It would've been mother's 56th birthday yesterday, but May-Lui refused to let us celebrate her husbands ex wife's birthday. May-Lui was a stubborn 47 year old lady born in 1971, she had long dark brown silky hair which she always had tied back in a Japanese style bun. Father had short cropped black hair and tan skin, always wearing a smile on his face. My sister took after our biological mother, long blonde hair, tan skin and crystal blue eyes. Kul and Kru were almost identical except Kru made more money and was taller and had slightly darker skin. Then there was me. I was very petite with waist length dark brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin and a skinny figure. Everyone called us the Royal family of Tokyo. Which wasn't true but we were always making the news as the perfect family, with wealth, looks and tactics. Me and my sister were the princesses, my father and May-Lui were King and Queen, my sisters husband Derek was the prince. Derek had ruffled ginger hair and freckles dotting his face, my sister absolutely adored him. Due to my unfortunate luck I would have to marry Kru Jezek and not my true love Kul Kaluzr...although...they were almost identical...It wouldn't work. It did work this morning though...

Akemi Mazu. The princess in the Mazu family. Her parents were both wealthy and lived a happy life. Until the day Akemi brought home Kul Kaluzr...

1984 May
 
It was early morning when child services arrived. They found Katherine's sleeping figure with a syringe inches away as was usual. She had forgotten to pay the rent. Again. Alana stared at them impassively as she answered the questions her mother was not in the right state of mind to. Yes, she felt perfectly safe at home. No, her mother did not usually leave the apartment so filthy.
 
A lie if she had ever heard one.
 
No, she didn't want to go stay with someone else.
 
Foster care was out of the question. She had heard the stories and seen the impact of the system in this life and the last. If she were lucky, she'd end up with an abuser rather than a rapist. Considering the year, she would be fortunate if she didn't end up dead under someone's backyard. The woman leading the team was an old friend of Katherine's. That was probably the only reason they left. Katherine was written off with a warning and a card for addiction services. They left Alana with a contact number that did nothing to stop her from glaring as they left. It was too close. She resolved herself to keep a closer eye on her mother.
 
Ding!
 
Notification: Level up!
Library System: Capricorn II is now level 20 and capable of quicker complex thought and processing of 4,000 words per hour. Max level reached! Would you like to evolve Capricorn III?
YES or NO
 
Ding!
 
Notification: Evolution!
Library System: Capricorn II has evolved to Capricorn III! level 0 capable of complex thought, mind defence and processing 5,000 words per hour. Strain on magic core has reduced. New form processing…
 
Alana had barely glanced at the notification before she was in her mindscape grilling Capricorn on the meaning of mind defence. He explained that he could now stop the intrusion of foreign energy to some degree. The triskelion could only protect information regarding the children of Gaia - which was to be expected really. Now she had something to protect everything else.
 
The name was a curious thing though. There was a saying that an absolute only serves to affirm the existence of its opposite. She wondered briefly what sort of mind attacks could be performed in this world. The humans here had seemed average to her, but this, along with the existence of a magic core, indicated a more sinister presence. Witches perhaps? Fae? Mutants? Twilightesque Vampires? Only time could tell. She gave Capricorn her thanks for his services despite him technically being a construct of her mind. He seemed pleased.
 
Progress with Aquarius was quite different.
 
"Summon: Aquarius," Alana stuck out her hand to catch the soccer-ball-sized slime.
 
"Pew! Pew!" The slime rolled its way into the trash bag Alana had prepared for it. She watched as one by one the slime dissolved and then replicated each object in the bag. The process was fascinating to watch as the creature was semi-transparent. Matter seemed to turn into bubbles in the slimes stomach before vanishing. Where did the objects go? She had every intention of finding out. Aquarius couldn't copy living beings as they were too complex and refused to eat an entire bag of objects in one go which was a shame. The little slime, however, had no problem storing and reproducing multiple objects if they were the same thing. Ding!
 
Notification: Evolution!
Inventory System: Aquarius I has evolved to Aquarius II! level 0 capable of storing up to 3 objects. Summoning cost decreased.
 
Alana smiled with satisfaction.
 
1984 August
 
Linda's apartment was a palace compared to the dwelling of Alana's single parent. It was for this reason that she had elected to stay with the old woman over the last month when offered the opportunity. Linda had been more than happy to lend the couch, knowing the situation at home was far worse. Home was barely two doors down, but it seemed a world away as Alana unlocked the door. Katherine would be out shopping at this time, so she intended to give the place a quick clean and leave some rent money for the landlord if he came by.
 
The last time she had given her earnings to her mother, it had been used to fund her less endearing habits. She had learnt quickly not to repeat that mistake no matter how much her mother begged. Alana quickly picked her way past some discarded rubbish while holding a hand over her mouth to block out the stench of urine. Had a cat got in again? She was surprised to see her mother sleeping on her bed at this time of the day but shrugged it off as a rough night. With a click of her tongue, she nudged the sleeping woman slightly, so see if she'd be waking up anytime soon. Nothing. Go figure. She gave the prone body another once-over.
 
Her chest wasn't even moving.
 
Everything seemed to slow down for a moment before reality hit her like a freight train. Panicked, she checked her mother's pulse once, twice and then a third time. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Fear washed over her as nausea settled in her stomach.
 
"No. No. No," she muttered with panic clenching her heart. The shock of the scene had not yet paralysed her system, and she frantically turned the woman to examine her fully. Bloated skin greeted her vision. Blood dripped unnaturally from blue eyes and a foaming mouth. The stench of decomposing organs assaulted her senses, and she gagged. Not a recent death. How long had she been here? Alana stumbled back and tripped her way to the door. She was shaking and wide-eyed as she stumbled out of the apartment. She slammed the door behind her, hoping it would somehow dispel the visions of her mother's corpse from her mind.
 
She had been there a week at least. Her mother's corpse had been rotting for at least a week. She dry-wretched over the sink in Linda's bathroom, but nothing came out. Her hands were washed in scalding water several times before she tore them away from the liquid and curled up in the bathtub. It was wrong. It was disgusting and cruel how she had run from that corpse. The image of the body in her mind made bile rise in the back of her throat. She trembled, but the tears wouldn't fall. It was pathetic, but she didn't know what else to do. Her eyes stared unfocused at the wall for hours until they began to weigh down. She was tired, far too tired to think with the trauma burning her inside out. She wasn't sure how she slept, but she did, and the absence of thought had never felt sweeter.
 
She hadn't told anyone about the body. She couldn't find the words and didn't know if she wanted to. It would mean going into the system. Was it selfish to look out for herself now that her mother was gone? Was caring for the living not more important than caring for the dead? She should have kept a closer eye on her mother. She should have gotten her off the drugs. She should have been there. Should have, could have… She didn't. Child services would catch up with her eventually, and she'd be sent to a home. Maybe it would be a fitting punishment for her sins.
 
Jake Matthews considered himself to be a good kid. He was a well-behaved son even when his father disappeared for business trips each month. He was a decent student performing above his age level. He also thought himself to be a loyal friend. That last expression of his goodness had become less of a virtue and more of a fault over the past week. He cast a concerned eye towards his close friend, Alana Hales, and sighed. Her expression was closed off where it had once been teasing and seemingly unaffected by the world around it. She had been withdrawn these past days, and he didn't know why.
 
"Are you feeling alright?" He had asked the same question barely minutes ago.
 
"Fine," she replied. She was lying, and it left a bitter taste on his tongue. He couldn't force her to tell the truth. He wouldn't.
 
"You can tell me anything, you know that, right?" He tried to smile.
 
"Yeah." He wouldn't find out until late-September what that answer meant.

With a gift bringing hope, comfort and relief, it was only fitting that Gaia bestow a curse of equal measure. A child to reap what it could not. A child born of death's greed and life's carelessness. Fate was rewritten then with the dignified scrawl of an unknown deity. Screaming and kicking at the divine injustice of it all, a new life was born into the world. Out of the frenzied passions of a drunkard and a drug addict from the shadowed back streets of London came Alana Hales. Out of the tattered folds of deaths cloak came the worn soul of one Alexis Crevan. 

I don't own Harry Potter, The Gamer, the Labyrinth, or any of their characters. If I did, I would be rich.

Shawn Ford won the men's 200-meter, which was the fifth gold medal won by the U.S. track and field team that day.
On the fifth day, the U.S. track and field team won four medals in a single day. This day was even better, as they secured five.
This was the U.S. track and field team's 18th gold medal at this Olympics. They had already broken the record for the number of track and field gold medals won by the United States.
Between the 1980s and the 1990s was the best time for the U.S. track and field team.
In 1984, a total of 19 countries and regions did not participate in the Los Angeles Olympics due to the boycott of the Soviet bloc. The Soviet Union and Germany were among those that did not participate. This made the U.S. a dominant team at that Olympics and the home team won 16 gold medals in track and field events.
At the Seoul Olympics in 1988, there was a drop in the number of U.S. gold medals as the Soviet bloc participated in the Olympics. However, the U.S. track and field team still won 13 gold medals in track and field.
At the Barcelona Olympics in 1992, the U.S. track and field team won 12 gold medals. In the subsequent Olympics, the team could win about 10 gold medals each time.
Now, the US team had already won 18 gold medals in track and field, a record for the US team, and the events were not over yet.
The busiest man that night was Frey, the COO of the U.S. Track and Field Association. He was constantly on the phone and made promises to one sponsor after another. He worked until morning without a rest, but he never tired.
The next morning, a headline appeared on the front page of most newspapers in the U.S.: "How the Best U.S. Track and Field Team Came to Be!"
Eighteen gold medals was the team's new record, so it was fair to call them the best U.S. track and field team. Before the Olympics began, no one thought highly of the team. The media called them the worst team ever.
Eight days had passed and the U.S. team had completely changed. It went from being the worst team ever to the best team ever.
The recent performance-enhancing drug scandal was fading from the public's conscience. Ordinary people are always forgetful. When they saw America's good performance at the Olympics, no one paid attention to their past missteps.
Dai Li, the head coach of the U.S. team, was also in the spotlight
It was controversial when Dai Li first took over as head coach of the U.S. team. As a non-American coach, no one thought highly of Dai Li at that time. However, Dai Li trained the best U.S. team ever, so everyone's attitude towards him changed radically.
The original questions and criticisms about Dai Li were gone. On the contrary, he now got all kinds of flattery.
Just as Dai Li put it, nationality and race don't matter at all in the face of gold medals. The glory of honor will overshadow everything.
People get used to judging a person by his success or failure. This is true in competitive sports; the one wins is the hero.
Although the Olympic spirit of solidarity and fraternity was chanted at each Olympics and although the phrase "friendship first, competition second" was often mentioned, none of the athletes participated in the Olympics just with the aim of promoting friendship. If they really wanted to promote friendship, a meal at a restaurant or a drink at a bar would be far more effective than a fierce competition.
…
James was a well-known sports commentator. He did free-lance work with many different media outlets.
Right now, James was sitting at his computer and watching the Olympics.
The phone rang and James saw it was a call from the editor of a sports magazine. Sports magazines sold well in the United States, and James had worked with this magazine before.
James didn't hesitate at all, so he muted the TV and answered the mobile phone.
"Hello, Mr. Julian. This is James speaking, I'm so glad to hear from you," said James.
"James, are you free today? I need your manuscripts and I need them today," Julian, the magazine's editor, said.
When James heard that Julian wanted his manuscripts, he was instantly refreshed because he knew he could make money. He said immediately, "Mr. Julian, of course I'm free today. If you want, I can work for you all day. What kind of manuscripts do you need?"
"I need articles about the head coach of the U.S. track and field team, Dai Li," Julian replied.
"That Chinese coach again,? I've written about him before, should I write the same things?" James asked immediately.
A month ago, James published several articles questioning Dai Li's coaching ability and his criteria for selecting athletes. James also concluded that the U.S. team would fail under Dai Li. Two of these articles were published in this sports magazine.
James' conclusion was wrong. Julian said, "Mr. James, didn't you pay attention to the news this morning? This U.S. track and field team has been named the best team in American history. Our track and field team has won 18 gold medals and they're expected to win more. Readers want to hear the good news, so we can't belittle the head coach who leads his team to consistent wins!"
"Well, Mr. Julian, what do you mean?" James asked.
"We're going to sing his praises! You need to praise him, it should be quite easy for you," Julian said.
"But I just published some articles criticizing him a month ago. Two of them were published in your magazine," said James.
"So what? Everything is changing. We are a sports magazine, so we write what readers love to read. A month ago, readers wanted to hear criticism of Dai Li, so we criticized him. Now, readers want good news. They want to see a winner, so we are going to show them Dai Li is one." Julian paused before saying, "Mr. James, you have to understand that our magazines sell well only if we publish what the readers want to read. In order for us to pay you, we need the magazines to sell well."
"I see.," James reluctantly agreed.
Being a professional sports commentator, James still wanted to be able to give his professional opinion without being interfered with, rather than acting like a buffoon. F with reality, he had to make compromises.
"You want me to compliment Dai Li? It's OK, I will do as you want. I will describe the Chinese coach as the world's top coach!"
James opened his computer indignantly, thought for a while and finally decided his title:
"Dai Li saved U.S. Track and Field!"


How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

The diary's first page had the picture of a young girl. Ye Mo could tell that that was the young Sister Yan. Ye Mo felt that even now, there wasn't much of a difference between the two. On the right side, there were the words 'Yin Qingyan's diary'.
Yin Qingyan? Was that Sister Yan's name? Ye Mo suddenly remembered how she had said that his mother was Yin Qingcheng. Was she his aunty then? Ye Mo frowned. If she was, then wasn't the way she had acted with him a bit over the line?
Although it was fine in Luo Yue Continent for aunt and niece to marry the same person, this was earth. Ye Mo soon shook his head. Perhaps she was missing his mother. Ye Mo banged his head - he was thinking too much about it.
After having done that with Song Yangzhu and after living with Ning Qingxue daily, his thinking seemed to have become dirty.
Ye Mo shook his head and flipped to the next page. The words were much more obscure and crooked. Ye Mo suspected a little kid must have written it, and there wasn't much content.
"1980, the 8th of April, a sunny day. Today we were at the Mao Ci Wan market place. My dad and sister brought me along, and I used the money dad gave me to buy a diary. I really like this book. I'm six now, and I finally have my own diary."
Afterwards, there were some trivial things, like the things she did with her sister. From her words, it would seem that her sister protected her a lot.
"1981, the 25th of January, a snowy day. A big brother came to our family. He's a few years older than sister, amd he became our martial brother. We call him Ye Cai."
….
"1982, the 16th of February, a sunny day. Dad always liked to make us practice martial arts everyday, but I didn't like it. I only like that ancient music instrument. Later on, martial brother and sister practiced martial arts, while I practiced music. At the start, my dad would tell me off, but later on, he didn't say anything and supported me instead."
"1982, the 27th of March, a rainy day. A friend of dad's came over. He said I was very talented and said I should participate in a tournament and thay I can win number one in the country for the young generation. He wanted me to go to Beijing, but I didn't want to. Dad just asked me and afterwards declined that person's offer.
….
"1983, the 19th of November, a cloudy day. I wasn't in a good mood today. I have the feeling that the music I play isn't good at all. I feel dad's mood also isn't good."
….
"1984, the 21st of June, a cloudy day. Martial brother and sister are both very nice to me, perhaps because I'm the youngest. When there is good food or good toys, sister lets me have a pick first. Sister never fought over anything with me. Dad is also very nice to me and has never criticized me, but he always reproaches sister. Sometimes, she would even cry, and he always lets me pick the good stuff first before letting sister choose. That's why I've been thinking, 'Is sister not his real daughter?'"
The plane suddenly shook a bit, so Ye Mo sent out his spirit sense. There was some turbulence. A flight attendant still pushed her trolley over and looked at Ye Mo and asked, "Sir, do you need anything to drink?"
"Sure, I'll have a cup of orange juice," Ye Mo said casually and took the orange juice from her.  Then, as he subconsciously glanced at this flight attendant, he smiled intriguingly. He noticed that there was a pistol under the trolley.
The flight attendant saw Ye Mo smile and blushed. She was very pretty, and she knew that those who could fly between Hong Kong and San Francisco were usually rich people. The young man who smiled at her was quite good-looking, and the main thing about him was that he had a certain special temperament. At that moment, she even forgot to keep going.
Ye Mo patted her trolley and quickly grabbed the pistol under the trolley, and he destroyed the internal structure while leaving a spirit sense mark on it before putting it back.
He originally thought the pistol belonged to the flight attendant, but apparently it was not. She didn't even know there was a pistol there.
Ye Mo put the diary away. He could look at it after he went back. Since he found a pistol, something had to be wrong with this plane. Ye Mo thought of Ning Qingxue's plane - that had also been between Hong Kong and San Francisco.
The flight attendant quickly pushed the trolley further down the aisle and gave a cup of coffee to some man.
Ye Mo kept his spirit sense scanning around, but even after the flight attendant had pushed the trolley all the way back and forth, no one had taken the pistol. Ye Mo was confused. Did someone forget the pistol there, or did it belong to the flight attendant after all?
The flight attendant stopped the trolley, and she started chatting with other flight attendants. There were five of them altogether. Ye Mo retrieved his spirit sense. He had marked the gun anyways and would know who took it.
"Are you going to San Francisco on holiday?" The person sitting next to Ye Mo broke Ye Mo's train of thought.
Ye Mo just then took a proper look at him. It was an old man in his 60s. He looked like he was in good spirits, but Ye Mo knew that this old man was about to die. Ye Mo was curious to see what disease he had. Why would he still travel to the US when he was about to die?
The old man's condition was very strange. Although Ye Mo didn't use his chi to check the old man's body, his spirit sense was usually enough to see what the disease was, but this time it wasn't. If it wasn't for him being able to sense the death chi circulating around the old man, he wouldn't even have known that the old man was sick.
Ye Mo smiled and replied, "You could say that. I went to find someone, and then I went around here and there."
He wasn't interested in talking to this old man. He just felt the old man's condition was strange, but it didn't matter to him that much.
"Young man, you seem quite strong. You're probably from an ancient martial arts family, right? About that gun, I'm sure that it doesn't belong to you, but you know that since someone put a gun there, it means that he has other plans. The passengers are innocent, so why did you put the pistol back?" The old man's words shocked Ye Mo.
Ye Mo immediately focused and properly scanned the old man with his spirit sense. He really didn't have any power qi inside of him. How could someone like that see through Ye Mo's actions? Even though he didn't intentionally try to mask his movements with magic, he was sure that even most black levels wouldn't be able to see his actions. Yet the only thing the old man didn't see was that he had damaged the gun.
"You're very strong too! You could tell that I touched the pistol, so you're probably not going to San Francisco on holiday, right?" Ye Mo's voice went cold. He even suspected that the old man had spirit sense, and that he might be a cultivator as well, one far stronger than him at that.
When it came to ancient martial artists, even if they reached a state Ye Mo didn't know about, he would still be able to know how strong they were, because they couldn't hide their qi waves from his spirit sense.
But it was different for spirit chi cultivators. If their power far surpassed his, he wouldn't be able to tell there was anything abnormal about them.
"Haha, don't worry. I'm just a useless person who can read a bit if Feng Shui," the old man explained.
There was no way. Ye Mo was still doubtful, but he didn't question the old man.
Seeing that Ye Mo didn't speak, the old man said again, "Young man, if you don't mind, I can look at your palm for you."
Ye Mo wanted to just reject the old man, but thinking about how the old man had been able to notice his actions, he changed his mind.
As soon as Ye Mo reached out his hands though, a young man at the back stood up and said, "Grandpa, your body isn't well. You shouldn't do that."
Ye Mo didn't turn back, but he did scan the young man. He was only in his 20s but also had death chi surrounding him, even though it was much fainter.
The old man waved his hand, "Xiao Ku, don't worry, I know."


When Ye Mo suddenly woke up, he realized that everything around him seemed to have changed. His pretty master was nowhere to be seen. Most importantly, he remembered something scary that wasn’t about himself.
Therefore, Ye Mo hurried to run into a small alley without people after class. The first thing he did was pull down his pants. He just wanted to check out his p**is.
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**Warning: This novel contains mature content**
Release Rate: 14 Chapters/Week

Chapter 1: Earnest Instructions before Admission to School

When my mom sent me off at the train station, she sighed and said, "Linlin, look at how lucky you are! You can even get into Peking University! After you get to college, your first mission is to make sure you aren't kicked out of school, your second mission is to lose weight, and your third mission is to find an excellent college boyfriend, so that even if you don't have this kind of luck in the next generation, you can still lean on our genetic inheritance and allow your future generations to go to a great college."

Why did my mom only send me to the train station, and not accompany me to my new school? It was all because my mom had seen the top student of our town on television. The person who had tested into the exact same college as I had was a boy- a pretty boy, to be more precise. My mom loved pretty boys, her old idol being Won Bin. She went through numerous contacts to get that person's number and then she called him herself.

"Hello? Is this fellow student Fang Yuke? Hi. I am Zhou Linlin's mom. It's like this: didn't my Linlin test into the same college you did...Oh, you're not familiar with the area... No problem, no problem. After you go around a bit you'll be familiar with it. As for my Linlin, this is her first time going to a far away place, but her dad and I just happened to join a tourist group. Thus, could you do me a favor and keep an eye on my Linlin for awhile? Please. If there's time you can come to auntie's house."

I sat next to her, feeling bashful. I had no impressions of a tourist group. If she was willing to pay money to go traveling, the sun might as well come up from the western side.

And then there was Fang Yuke- even though we were classmates, our rotten school emphasized the importance of the sciences. Their sciences building practically resembled a palace, while the liberal arts students, including me, were put in a lonely corner, with about the same amount of land as where the palace maids would have lived. Even though we were classmates for three years, I had never met him face to face, and could only spot him from afar when the school awards were given out. I only knew that he had been named the most excellent boy on campus by our school girls, and that he was our principal's grandson. He, of course, never lost the principal's face. He didn't even have to move and he would receive some first place award. The glass display window in our school always posted an inchlong photo of him on it, and next to that was written his birthday, 7/18/1984, which year he had been named one of the top three students of the year, and on which month he had received an award, etc.

I used to make fun of it with my friend, Yao Zi, "Look at that photo- it looks so much like a first generation ID card. With those remarks, it all resembles an obituary. It's fortunate that our little town doesn't have a recommended-for-admission quota, or else this kind of person wouldn't even need to take the Gao Kao [1], and would immediately go to Tsinghua University or Peking University. I heard that when the Gao Kao grades were posted, Peking University called him and let him choose his major. Going with this person to university increases the pressure on me; plus he'll definitely despise someone like me. Alas, after I go to Peking University people everyone will be like him. I feel my head hurt whenever I think about it. As the saying goes, I would rather be a chicken's head than a phoenix's tail [2], so what's the point of registering for Peking University for the honor of my ancestors only to do wrong to myself?"

Speaking of this, before the Gao Kao, my grades went along a wavy line. Sometimes it would be twice the amount of my valleys. I had even drawn a line chart for every time I tested. According to the direction of the line chart, my Gao Kao grade should have dipped into a valley. I didn't think that my Gao Kao grade would exceed my daily trend, and rush to the top of Mount Everest, so when I received my Gao Kao grade via a short text, and saw the number of zeros and the two digit number, I kept feeling that the text could have made a mistake.

At our household meeting, I repeatedly asked my mom, "I was 28th in the province? Really? Really?"

My mom stared at me, "You've thought about examination places to the point of being crazy right? How could it be possible, it must be that your school is in 28th place."

That was when my prudent father spoke up, "She's in front of so many 0's, it looks like it should be out of 100 of 100,000s of students, so following this line of thinking, it should be the provincial rankings."

After the whole scene quieted for about a minute, my mom quickly took the phone and called my big aunt, "Big sister, a big meat pie [3] has hit my home's Linlin!"

I had managed to hack into the Gao Kao and as well as the system by which we filled out our college preferences.

The moment I entered the train car, I found that there was already a guy sitting across from me. His white, clean face, was framed by a pair of black rimmed glasses. He looked a little like the famous Khalil Fong. One of his hands flipped through a copy of National Geographic, while his other hand twirled a ballpoint pen. Seriously, who holds a pen while reading National Geographic?

I tentatively asked, "Are you Fang Yuke?"

He lifted his head, but the pen in his hand never stopped, "Mm, that's me."

I immediately threw out my biggest smile, "Hello, hello. I am Zhou Linlin. Please take care of me." When I finished I immediately took out my stack of snacks and put them on Xiao Fang's table [4] for him to eat. Fang Yuke coldly said, "Nice to meet you," and continued flipping through his magazine.

Not too long afterwards, I heard a sound of knocking glass. I turned around; it was my mom. She blinked to me and protruded her lip towards Fang Yuke, and made a "You can do it!" gesture. I gave a hopeless breath, rolled my eyes, and angrily said, "Can you stop?"

This time, I startled the person wrapped up in his magazine, Fang Yuke. He stared at my angry face and said, "If a girl has a bad temper she won't be able to marry." He didn't wait for me to reply before he went back to his reading again.

The train finally thundered forward. I couldn't come up with anything to say so I grabbed a copy of Soulmate [5]. I flipped through a few pages and felt extremely bored. I didn't have anything to say but I tried to say something anyways, "Fang Yuke, how did you get into Peking University?"

Fang Yuke didn't lift his head, and continued to twirl the pen, "I was always first in school so this is normal."

"Oh. It's so fortunate that I somehow also tested in, otherwise you would be the only person who made it in from the whole town. Then, you would be so lonely! Hehe." I laughed, but in actuality, my wound had been ripped open again and sprinkled with salt.

Throughout the whole train ride, I lonesomely sent short texts, looked through Soulmate, and ate chicken feet. I had nothing else to do. On the other hand, Fang Yuke acted like a statue who sat opposite me, reading his magazine. If it wasn't for his twirling pen, I would have suspected he wasn't a living creature. In the end, I became drowsy, lay on the small table, and fell asleep. Within my haze, I was woken up by Fang Yuke, "Hey, you can go to the berth to sleep." I wiped away the saliva on my mouth, and trudged to the back, I didn't even take off my shoes, I just lay on the berth not conscious of anything else. When I woke up, Fang Yuke who was opposite me was reading again. What a nerd.

After more than ten hours had passed, the train finally reached its stop.

However, when we arrived at the train station early on a Sunday, the school didn't arrange for anyone to pick us up. Fang Yuke and I looked  for a taxi to take us directly to Peking University. The taxi driver and I chatted very amiably, Fang Yuke was like ice beside me, cooling the atmosphere. When I had someone to talk to, the time passed quickly and I felt it hadn't passed too long before the driver said that we had arrived. I got off the car. When I looked up I could see the two classic words of "Peking University" that I had often seen on TV.

I threw my suitcase aside, and stood under the big plaque as I told Fang Yuke, "Classmate Fang Yuke, help me take some pictures. If the developed picture doesn't have me in it, it will mean  that I am really dreaming."

Fang Yuke saw my idiotic expression and he shook his head saying to me, "Can you not be so childish?"

I laughed, "We aren't the same. You guys look at Peking University like you've seen your family. When you were born it was already determined that you will be  a Peking University student, and you don't have any feelings for it. I am not the same. I am a stalk of grass that was married into this wealthy family. I don't know if other wealthy people are regretful. If I'm kicked out, this picture will be evidence of my marriage, it can prove that I used to live a wealthy life."

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[1] Gao Kao: Chinese SAT

[2] I would rather be a chicken's head than a phoenix's tail: Basically compare this to "I would rather be first at Purdue (an average college) than last in Harvard (an outstanding Ivy League college)."

[3] Big meat pie: Luck

[4] Xiao Fang: A lot of Chinese people like to nickname other people Xiao (insert surname) or Da (insert surname). Xiao means Little and Da means big.

[5] Soulmate is a Chinese "love" magazine that focuses on melodramatic love stories. Domestically, its distribution numbers are number one.

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*DISCLAIMER* 

This is not mine 

Written by: Broken Brain

Translated by Tranzgeek and Socksrocker

Edited by Ely, Libramuse, Feb

You can find it in volarenovels.com


Synopsis:

Zhou Linlin has a sudden extraordinary intelligence burst during the university entrance exam. Thus unexpectedly she manages to enter the nationwide well-known education establishment, Peking University! When she is enrolling, she gets to know a guy who also comes from the same town as her, called Fang Yuke. After arriving at the university, she also gets to know a handsome and smart senior called Xiao Xi.

Linlin falls in love at first sight with Xiao Xi. After university commenced, on one hand, she tries hard to secure her place and not get kicked out of university. On the other hand, it is the beginning of her long and hard journey to captivate and capture her crush.

Elective courses, swimming lessons, summer vacation mock papers, how to learn well and skillfully in university, exploring university life in advance, experiencing the easy going university life, this novel is an ultra-practical admission manual!

Translator’s Synopsis:

Yeah…I know the cover looks boring but believe me, this book is actually pretty cute and fluffy (and aren’t we all about fluff on volarenovels)!?

The story follows a fluffy university student who somehow gets into Peking University, one of the best universities in China! Upon entry, her mother gives her three instructions:

(1) Don’t get kicked out!

(2) Lose weight

(3) Find a university boyfriend.

Well we can all guess how the third one turns out as she follows to pursue the guy she is madly in love with, Xiao Xi. Meanwhile, the top student and her classmate from her hometown, Fang Yuke, has got his eye on her, but for a girl with low EQ (who thinks she has a high EQ) how will things turn out?

On the fifteenth day, it was rainy and the temperature was only nine degrees.

　　For this match, Florence arrived in Naples one day in advance.

　　"I hope there will be a good weather tomorrow."

　　After getting off the plane, Mikhailovich looked at the sky, then dragged his luggage and led the team towards the exit.

　　They were greeted by a dozen reporters and more than twenty local fans. The reporters gave them fluorescent lights. The local fans gave them a dazzling banner. Without seven consecutive victories, the St. Paul Stadium is the sad place of purple lily !!

　　This is to add a block.

　　Girardino smiled. He had encountered such a scene long ago. Wang Qi pursed his lips and turned to talk with Marco Donadell next to him.

　　Mikhailovich asked the assistant to lead the player out of here, and he went to the reporter alone.

　　A local reporter took the lead in asking: "Regarding the adjustment of the game time, some media believe that it is catering to Chinese fans. Do you agree with this view?"

　　Mikhailovich shrugged and said: "Italian economy is in a downturn and the government is looking for China's support. The government has done so. What's wrong with Serie A adjusting the game time?

　　This shows that Serie A sees the value in the king.

　　I don't think there is anything wrong with this. In addition, at the current temperature, the afternoon game is indeed better than the evening. "

　　The reporter of the Pravda Florence immediately shifted the topic to the coming battle of focus.

　　"Mikhainovich, what formation will you play tomorrow?"

　　The formation often reflects the team's tactical thinking and the team's wishes. For example, the increase in the number of central defenders indicates that the team's tactics are defensive counterattack.

　　The Serbs thought about it and said, "Our game is to win, so our formation is four, three, three."

　　Four three three? !!

　　The reporters showed a surprised expression, how much Serbians want to win.

　　"Is this to tie the club's longest winning streak?"

　　Pravda reporter asked.

　　"I don't deny this, and no one can refuse this temptation, we came to tie the winning streak!"

　　This remark caused local journalists to be scorned, damn it. In your eyes, Naples' current ranking is luck?

　　The Milan Sport newspaper reporter asked: "How do you arrange three strikers? Wang and Girardino have no injuries. They will occupy two positions. Who is the other striker?"

　　In the minds of reporters, Wang Qi and Dilla Gino will of course start, so who is the other person?

　　Wang Qi's position is relatively fixed, left forward.

　　If another striker is Sefirovic, Dillageno will be the center. If it is Adrian Mutu, Gillardino is likely to play right.

　　To be honest, Girardino's best position is the center. In addition to relying on opposing defenders to find opportunities to shoot, his ability to make teammates is very strong.

　　After thinking about it, Mikhailovich said, "Adrian Mutu."

　　The reporters were surprised again. Milan reporter asked, "Who will be the two of them at the center?"

　　The Serbian said: "Of course it is Girardino."

　　Since the center is Girardino, why not send Sefirovic to start?

　　The reporters had more questions in their minds, but the Serbs did not give them a chance to bid farewell to them immediately.

　　...

　　On the 16th, the rain was still falling and the temperature dropped to 7 degrees!

　　At 1 o'clock in the afternoon, both players started to warm up on the court, and some fans began to enter.

　　The São Paulo Stadium is a multi-purpose stadium that can accommodate more than 70,000 fans. In terms of the capacity of the fans, it is second only to the San Siro Stadium and the Rome Olympic Stadium.

　　The greatest player on this course is of course Maradona,

His portraits and photos are hung in many places on the stadium.
　　On June 30, 1984, they took the Argentine king from Barcelona for a record price of 4 million U.S. dollars at the time.

　　The team's lineup has also been rebuilt, with Hiro Ferrara, Bagni and De Naples joining the new team.

　　Soon the team returned to the top of the Serie A rankings. The team achieved the third place in the 85-86 season, which is already a historic achievement.

　　However, in the following 86-87 season, Naples scored a higher level. They finally won the Serie A championship with a two-point lead and scored a 4-0 victory over the Atlanta team in the Italian Cup final. king.

　　In the history of Naples football, although there have been stars such as Zov and Sivori, but it has occupied an important position in world football because of the existence of Maradona.

　　The king of the ball gave Naples his glorious era, scoring 115 goals in 259 games, this number does not fully reflect the great contribution of the king to Naples football.

　　Naples was founded in 1926. In the 58 years before the arrival of Maradona, the Naples team only won the Italian Cup twice and once reached the semi-finals of the European Cup Winners Cup. 1

　　In the 982-83 season, Naples almost fell into the second division and relegated by only 1 point. The following year, the board of directors "emergency" made Maradona's transfer a reality. As a result, the arrival of the king of the ball changed. all.

　　On June 30, 1984, when Napoli's senior officials announced that they had reached a $ 4 million agreement with Barcelona to transfer to Maradona, Naples fans were shocked for a moment!

　　The Argentine in their impression is still fighting the injury. In September 1983, the calf of Athletic Bilbao defender Gojegochea cut his calf, but now he has come to his side!

　　On July 5, 50,000 fans gathered at the St. Paul's Stadium in Naples to attend a meeting between Maradona and the fans. Everyone who came to the scene would remember the magnificent scene at the time.

　　The seven seasons from 1984 to 1991 were the seven years that Naples owned Maradona. They have become a force that has attracted Italy's attention, from obscurity to being able to fight against the powerful northern courts.

　　Third in Serie A in 1986, winning the league in 1987, fighting for Milan in 1988, and finally finishing second in the league; 1989 UEFA Cup Champions, League runner-up; 1990, away from AC Milan, won the league championship ...

　　All this is obviously the greatest gift Maradona gave to the Neapolitans.

　　More importantly, Naples is not a wealthy city. Buying Maradona is a crazy move. The team is unable to build a true giants. Under the premise that the overall level of the team is weak compared to the northern giants, it can also get two The second Serie A championship relies heavily on Maradona, a super strong individual.

　　However, Shinsei did not exchange for death. In March 1991, Maradona was found to be drug addicts), followed by a 15-month suspension.

　　In June 1992,  regained the freedom of appearance in Maradona, refusing to return to Naples, he joined Seville, the end of a most legendary relationship in the history of modern football.

　　In 7 years, Maradona has brought Naples 2 Serie A titles, 1 Italian Cup, 1 Italian Super Cup and 1 UEFA Cup. It is an honor in the history of other southern teams in Italy. No one can match it.

　　After losing Maradona, Naples has emerged Zola, Grand Canavaro, Fonseca, Di Canio, Gianni, and other stars, but they can only manage their own small world, just to put Napoli was used as a springboard to the giants.

　　Leading Naples to confront the giants like Maradona, no one can do it anymore. Maradona not only siege in the frontcourt, but also calmly directs the general's wind in the midfield, and has been in Naples ever since. disappear.

　　No wonder Naples fans are going to make a battle song for Maradona. The song name is: He is much better than Bailey.

　　The charm that Maradona exudes itself is not reflected in the urban economic development and personal character, as sung in the same poem: his light left foot, leaving the earth, when he returns, he is born with magic and vitality. .

　　Maradona conquered the fans with his own skills, and also brought the two league championships to the barren Italian Southern Football. The first championship in 1987, Maradona won by almost one person, 1990 In the second championship of the year, Serie A had already become the "small World Cup" scale, while Napoli has relatively few stars, and it is more difficult to win the championship.

　　Maradona is the greatest star of this stadium. He is also the greatest star of the bright age. He is the second man to be called the "King of Balls" after Bailey!

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This is not my work. I just copy the translated novels here without so many changes. I just like these novels so I want to share with everyone. 
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In the year 2195 when we were 14, for our annual school trip we went to District 2. When we arrived I remember feeling lost, as I stared out into the vastness of the horizon. Realising how small, my existence was in the grand scheme. If the world outside was anything like the scene we were witnessing unfolding, how would our existence as human beings compare? The tiny grains of white sand softy shifted, as the wind, accompanied by the relentless waves, stretching out into eternity, hounded onward. 

Kim stood beside me, equal starstruck. When I turned to look at her face, I didn't miss the warm glow in her eyes, as deep as the ocean, nor her slightly ajar lips or the nostalgic expression she wore. Most of all I didn't miss the single large pearl that slid down her cheek. Her long bright copper hair, was being tossed around by the wind, she paid it no attention, but I did. It was so majestic, the boyish looking young girl had matured into a fine woman. There was not a single cloud in our crystal clear artificial sky that day, which made the scene remain more vividly in my memory. 

Perhaps it was the romantic atmosphere surrounding the sparkling white sands, and turquoise water, but I began to think. If I could choose anybody in this entire world, to show this scene to, who would it be? The answer was clear. Even if a shower of meteors suddenly came crashing down on the earth, and the world were to end tomorrow, I would still accompany Kim, to view this very scene. 

And not just this scene either, I would take her all around the dome, to all of the beautiful places, especially on that hill in District 6 where Darren, Hannah and I, observed the sun set. We would make a photo album, full of pictures of nature, and most importantly of us together, and display it in our dorm room, and when we graduated and got married we would take it with us. The realisation somehow hit me, I had developed romantic feelings for Kim. 

Overwhelmed by those feelings, I spent the entirety of the night crying. I couldn't even go back to my own room  because I didn't want to face Kim, so I spent that night in Finn and Darrens room, bawling my eyes out, while they listened to my desperate sobs. Earlier that day I told Kim that I would be playing games in the boy's room, and she didn't have to worry about me. In reality I was bent over crouched, crying. 

It didn't help that the entire time Finn laughed at me for being an idiot and falling for his "ugly gorilla" of a sister. Whenever he made a snarky remark in an attempt to cheer me up, it always backfired, and I wailed harder than ever. I was aware that he wasn't trying to be mean, but the hurtful part of the comment was that he was right. I was an idiot. A relationship with Kim would never work, the Ministry of Love and the Department of Marriage Affairs would never allow it. 

Most of all I was afraid of the prospect of rejection from Kim herself, which is why after all of those years, I never once have found the courage to confess to her. Even still, something that I had no control over was my heart. I could not stop loving Kim. 

The next day continued as usual. Kim was worried about me that night, but apparently when she came to check on me, Finn (being unusually considerate for a brat) lied, and told her that I had accidentally fallen asleep on their couch. I laughed it off, and made some casual remarks about not paying attention to the time, and we continued with our day. Our first activity, was an hour long hike in the forest next to the shore. It was an activity conducted in our groups. 

This year round, because Hannah, Elizebeth and Reina were placed in different classes from Kim and I, we had to form a new group. Kim although not directly bullied anymore, was still a bit of a social outcast. I was invited to join a group of 3 boys and 1 girl because of my good looks, and also as I was fairly easy to get along with. Another group of 4 girls invited me as well, but I declined both offers, because I was not going to abandon Kim. 

"Go, I'll be fine Layla, I'll just find a random group to hang with." Kim smiled when I told her about my offers.

"I declined them."

"You what?... No don't do that. I told you didn't I, that I'll be fine." Kim shrugged it off, she wouldn't let something this small affect her, but after years of being Kim's friend I no longer wanted to be separated from her.

"No, I want to be in the same group as you."

"Ok. Sure. We'll just find a group together. I think I might know someone." Kim's voice faltered a little, genuinely surprised by my response, but almost instantly it filled with pride.

Before this series of events occurred, I had no idea of the existence of Kim's twin brother, Finn. She had never so much mentioned him, or hung out with him, and never introduced me to him. Somehow I felt betrayed, we were supposed to know everything about each other. 

"He's quite popular, but he's an immature brat. Honestly he's just loud and obnoxious, so take this as my warning to you." Kim sighed. " I'm sure there will be many people wanting to be in his group, but he's my brother, I'm sure he can make this work."

Her description of Finn was as accurate as it could get. The words loud, immature and obnoxious fit him to a T. He seemed like one of those attention seekers in class, always playing pranks on teachers and students alike, so it surprised me that he declined an invitation to a group of 4 girls for Kim. 

After thinking about the psychology behind his actions it finally occurred to me that he was just doing what a good older brother should have. Family comes first. Blood is thicker than water. That was my first understanding of familial love, in a society of none. It explained the feelings in my chest that I reserved only for Darren and Hannah. 

One of the girls in the group of 4, her name was Caitlyn, begged to join our group and tagged along with Finn, and lastly I persuaded Darren to join us. 

In the last three years, quite a lot of physical changes happened to Darren. For one he was taller than me now, and his shoulders had become broader and more manly. He was no longer the shrivelled skeleton that he was in the past. 

As per usual I found him in a small corner of the library reading a book. He was sitting on the magenta carpet under a maroon smooth woven tapestry of what appeared to be a knight holding a lance. The lance seemed to capture my attention, after all it was the only part of the work stitched with a steely grey. It felt majestic, yet delicate, the way the knight wielded it. The tapestry intrigued me, although it was simplistic and poorly woven and even now I couldn't accurately convey the mysterious sense of yearning I felt for it. I snuck up behind Darren.

"So which one is it today?"

He looked up at me. "Oh, it's you, Layla. I'm reading 1984 by George Orwell. It's a wonderful book."

Something didn't make sense. I had heard of this book before, and there was no way its existence  was allowed in our society, much less found somewhere like our school library.

"What is the classification?" I interrogated.

"Unspecified." 

A gasp nearly left my mouth. That was the highest classification, not even the Ministers were allowed to read this book. " Where did you find it, answer me, Darren?" I shook his shoulders.

"There is a secret room, leading to a basement like room, under this library. It's totally dark in there, and there are many books covered in dust, like this one."

"Why are you doing this to yourself?! If you were caught then you could get into some serious trouble." I whispered, remembering that we were in a library, furiously. 

His emerald eyes wandered around the room, and then he locked gazes with me. "This book was written as a warning, to what our future could become."

I had this feeling of uneasiness, and no matter how hard I tried I could not brush it off. "Please stop. I just have this really nasty instinct, that if you don't stop, something really bad will happen to you." I clenched my jaw.

He sighed. "As I was reading this, somehow, I have the feeling that our society is becoming more and more like the one in the novel."

Nightmarish images flashed in my head. Bullets were raining on top of my head, all around me was soaked with the blood of my enemies, or perhaps it was that of my comrades. I didn't know. I was crouched around the corpse of a total stranger, and yet I was mourning for him. Then it began to pour blood, and I too became soaked with the blood, of not complete strangers, but fellow members of the human race. 

Then the scene changed. I was in a dark basement, somewhere covered in dust, and rarely used, but a metallic scent pierced my nostrils. Yes, it was the smell of blood and rust, then a giant needle appeared before me, and before I had the time to react it pierced me. It took all I had in my to stop myself from manifest any physical reaction. Through it all, I didn't avert my gaze even once from him. 

He sighed again. "Fine, I will stop. Satisfied?"

"Yes."

Then I asked him about the original reason why I came looking for him. He replied, sure, and with that our group was completely formed. 

During the trip, whenever we had to split in pairs, I was often partnered with Finn, because Kim thought it was a good idea for us to get to know each other. Because of that Kim and Darren partnered up and Caitlyn buddied with her other friends. 

Finn had platinum blonde hair and azure eyes, that were like polished gems. I was initially surprised by this, I had expected him to possess the exact same bright copper hair and jade eyes. "We're fraternal twins idiot." He chuckled, amused at my lack of knowledge, when I brought up the topic. "We developed from separate fertilized ova." We were on a canoe, rowing down the river, flowing into the ocean, but much further upstream of course.

"And I'm telling you, there's something wrong with this place. Don't you just get that feeling?"

The sky above us was riddled with clouds, and the transparent water beneath our canoe reflected the image of Finn's dark expression.

I was beginning to get irritable, but I was curious about the point that he was trying to make. "Elaborate?"

"If you think about it, the numbers don't match up. Usually under 30 people graduate from the 150 enrolled at the beginning. So the other 120 had to go somewhere right? Currently we only have around 110 registered businesses in the dome, that's not nearly enough for everyone who's dropped out."

My heart, heavy as stone, sank into the pit of my stomach. "What about the other people? Where did they go?"

As if on cue, a droplet of rain fell into my face, and before long, another followed it, until we were drowned in a torrent of water. Pit-pat pit-pat. 

"Exactly. It's odd, isn't it. None of these figures add up. Obviously they are hiding something." He said ignoring the shower that drenched his hair.

"That can't be true. Why would they have to hide this information from us?" I shuddered a chilling sensation touching my body, as the rain fell upon it.

"I know, I know. And all this is just the tip of the iceberg" He furrowed his eyebrows and frowned. "That's what I mean. They gain no benefit from covering up these disappearances."

"Disappearances? But there's no proof."

"Come on, it doesn't take a genius to put two and two together. Those people can't just disappear overnight. How come no one remembers them or tries to look for them?"

"Maybe, they didn't know anyone?". I tried to casually brush off his remarks.

"You and I both know that can't be the case. No matter how socially withdrawn they are, it's impossible to vanish without leaving a trace. Besides the policy is that we share dorms in groups of 6, so at least those other 5 people should remember." 

"So? What if someone didn't really interact with anyone. Like Reina for example. She doesn't like talking to people."

"But if one day Reina suddenly went missing, you would realise right?"

I pondered the answer for a little while, in my head, as I concentrated on the droplets of rain, rippling the surface of the water. I would. "Yes."

"Even little exceptions would be clearly noticeable, because of the type of environment, Cransfield is. So it doesn't make sense, how such a large group disappeared unnoticed."

I couldn't help but agree, albeit a little hesitantly. "Ok, we've established that much." My breath hitched when I came to a certain realisation. "Finn, killing someone is easier than making them disappear, right?". I trembled, sweat drops forming on my already wet forehead. 

"You're right. But it's unlikely. From their perspective, what's the point of killing off children, that they've wasted so much money raising? There's absolutely no benefit for anyone."

I think he heard me sigh in relief, as he wryly smiled at me. "There's most likely a reason. It's probably not that deep anyways. Can you do me a favour and keep our conversation a secret? Especially from Kim, she always takes things too seriously."

"Sure, I guess..." My eyelids fluttered shut, as I tried to clear my mind of the dark thoughts that filled them. When I reopened them I did not miss the sinister expression reflected on Finn's face, in the water, distorted by the rain, much less the blank expression that engulfed his gaze. 

I was getting very irritated at this point. All I wanted to do was to enjoy a beautiful sunny canoe ride, with Kim, but instead I was lumped with him in the rain. And he was bothering me with this stupid theory of his that was poisoning my mind. 

"It's just a theory, don't take it too seriously". I said indignantly, my voice barely heard against the splashing of the canoe. 

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

Somehow, I was under the impression that he knew a lot more than what he was willing to share with me. 

When rain stopped, the sky in the horizon had formed a rainbow. I wanted to point that out, but before I had the chance to he interrupted me. 

He pointed to a tree, to the side of the river. "Look a rhinoceros beetle!" He blurted out.

As his character did an one-eighty, I could already guess the childish plan that he formulated in that 8-year old brain of his. I wanted nothing more than to wipe that arrogant smirk off his face.

He rowed us over to the river bank and trampling on the sand and fallen leaves, headed towards the tree and grabbed it. It was apparent that he was suppressing his laughter as he grinned at me. "A present for Kim."

Those words only fueled my annoyance towards the prepubescent brat before my eyes, but Finn was surprisingly observant. Later on I would be shocked as to how accurate his theory was. And as much as he irritated me, I couldn't deny that he was incredibly charismatic and intelligent, probably what made him popular, and what drew him to me.

On the last day of our school trip, we all gathered to watch the relentless waves, hounding on the white sand. As one cycle would end, another one began. I stood next to Kim, these waves made both of us sad. To me they represented human life. When one ended another began, and the cycle would continue. As I held Kim's warm hand on that cliff, spectating the breathtaking view, I was left with a bittersweet feeling.

Everyday, as Layla heads home from her office, the artificial sky above her head reminds her of her school days. For some reason a girl called Kim is present in those memories. The strange thing is that Layla cannot even recall Kim's face, and yet what is this painful feeling that fills Layla's chest every time she is reminded of Kim?


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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."

 ***
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."

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Tony looked out the window and saw a vast field of white. He was currently in Antartica Sanctum where it is freezing. 

The Sanctum was not that well maintained and there was no proper heating. The house is set up as dark color to absorb heat and had runes to prevent snow from stockpiling on any place around it.

This was a Sanctum rarely any one came to. It didn't even have a room of relics. This was supposed to be an unmanned outpost that Ancient Once arranged for Wang. 

As part of her requests in exchange for the introduction for Goose, which was progressing slowly btw, she asked him to renovate and cloak the sanctum. 

Since no one ever set foot this far in land, they did not particularly hide the sanctum. It was a huge black spot on the middle of snow fields. But with the emergence of satellite technology,  people would start looking for discoveries in places never focused on before. 

Governments did not focus their satellites here before due to the war but now is a time of peace and espionage. A random mansion in the middle of the Antartica was surely to interest anyone who noticed it.

Tony started by bringing some of his backup arc reactors here and set up a heating system. 

He then prepared a computer system to act as one of JARVIS' offsite backup system. He set up hardlines for data transfer since he can't tap the satellite network for such a huge data transfer without affecting their primary services. 

They have not yet launched their own satellites since JARVIS was allocating all those money buying companies and slowly conquering the world market. Starks did not need their own network yet since "their" current network was sufficient.

He tested after setup "Hey JARVIS, you there?"

JARVIS:" Not completely sir but still ready"

Tony ordered him to use the "toy" quad copters Tony designed to be equipped with spray paint and color this house. This was only a temporary solution since he intended to build his own base anyway.  He got a clone to maintain the portal while JARVIS is getting copied and preparing the materials. 

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While JARVIS was busy renovating the house, Tony decided to go out to greet his neighbors. 

He searched for some penguins since it was summer here in Antartica. (AN: almost end/dec of 1982). He found a group after flying for some time. 

He did not want to disturb them so he hovered on top. He did not know which penguins they are since he never studied the different kinds of penguins. 

After enjoying the view, he headed back but discovered some blip in his radar. Tony decided to check them out and saw poachers who have caught a few penguins on board.

Tony was ticked since he just saw those penguins before and enjoyed the sight of them in the wild. (AN: I don't think anyone would not enjoy a sight of penguins)

He used the nanites to emit radio signals effectively jamming the boat's communications. He then boarded the boat where he saw some men.

Tony: Seriously? Of all the things to you can do, you go poaching?

Man1: Who are you? why do you care what we do? Rich people buy them and we just get their money. 

The others agreed and reacted the same. No one seemed to be hesitant so Tony did not need to listen and blasted everyone off the boat. 

One of the men still on board. He questioned why he was doing this and pleaded that they had a family but Tony replied "I can't have people going here anymore and I doubt your family even cares about you. "

He then proceeded to blast them all to the sea. The others should have frozen to death since only a few remained floating. He then created a portal and transported the boat back to the Sanctum. 

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Tony checked the captive penguins and noticed their injury. He decided to take care of them here since the group of penguins he saw earlier did not match features with most of these penguins. He would let them heal and release them to their group once he saw them.

Tony also checked the id's while clearing the boat. He asked Zola to check on them and see if they had families and who their employers/ coworkers were. He arranged assassinations for those guilty of the same things while supporting the orphans through some of his subsidiary company's charity. There were rarely widows since those killed usually had a crappy relationships. 

Soon, black market supply of Antartic penguins became nonexistent since all those who accepted jobs were vanishing. The low end sellers were afraid while the high end did not care about such small jobs like poaching. 

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1983

With the success in the local networks of SHIELD and the unified architectures of the computers, the prototype network started getting popular that the US Government wanted to standardise it. Unfortunately for them, Tony already expected this. He was also getting impatient without internet so he  immediately released the protocols for Internet under his name.

Since all computers are secretly made by Stark Industries, the protocols for internet was easily compatible with all devices. All the manufacturers just got the software to connect to the "internet" prepared. 

US Government wanted to get the ownership of the internet from Stark. Stark Industries was getting out of their control in producing civilian technology and the politicians did not like it. They wanted to secretly add functions for espionage but they were blocked by SHIELD and HYDRA undercover agents. SHIELD did not want outsiders getting those intel and Tony got Zola to protect Stark Industries. 

Little did everyone know that JARVIS' subroutine was already hidden in all the computer chips Stark Industries made.

Though the control of internet was a failure, the US gov. was able to request for a specialised network for all the military communications. The politicians, in a vengeful reaction with Howard's refusal, did not want to hire Stark Industries but most the higher ups of the military opposed. Stark supported the military with his tech throughout the war and they would be damned if they chose another company for the contract if they could choose the Stark. 

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Still at 1983

Captains Carol Danvers and Maria Rambeau were picked by Wendy Lawson to be the test pilots in her project. Though Tony has learned how to fly jets, he needed to be more of an observer than the pilot when doing test flights.

"Antonio" was very helpful and it got to the point were Wendy trusted him to bring him during her tests on her light-speed engine. She really needed the help and only "Antonio" could keep up with her work due to his familiarity with extraterrestrial life.

Though Antonio was not able to help much in the design phase of the light-speed engine. He did learn how the professor was extracting energy from the Tesseract and even helped her during the construction phase. 

He learned plenty of things from her since Tony only had access to information regarding Earth. Things like how Kree Pistols work and how to create artificial gravity. He also learned that using the jump points for space travel would leave traces thus she needed to create a light-speed engine for a more discrete way of interstellar travel.

Since Antonio was already aware of her being an alien, she slowly introduced him to the Skrulls that she was working with in the project. Toni did not know that some of the people he was working with are Skrulls but already expected as much. When they finally revealed themselves to him, they were met with a bored look and a question. "Can you transform into a dragon?", they shook their head and Toni followed with "How about a slime? can you transform into a slime?" They still replied no much to "Antonio's" dissappointment. He thought he could get a few lessons for his symbiote body.

They were surprised with Toni's reaction and that a human did not look repulsed with them, just disappointment. 

Toni warned them that only he would react like that and that they should still be careful when dealing with other humans. The humans were particularly judgemental even to other humans. He did not tell them about how mutants were going to be treated but they knew did not need to know about those to tell.

Tony got along with Goose quite well. He treated the Flerken like an untrained cat that just wants food or sleep and they got along well. It annoys him when he tries to work but a slab of beef would usually distract the cat enough to not annoy him. There was a time the clone was attacked when he tried to see if Goose is a he or a she. Tony never checked without asking it again.

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During the times when they were on breaks, Toni flirted with Carol. (AN: Antonio is Tony's 18 y.o. form so). She was the only single person around him there. All the researches were old and had others. Even Maria Rambeau was seeing someone. Though he struck out with her most of the time, she sometimes flirted back when she was bored. There was a time they made out but they never got together for anything.

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1984

Tony finally tracked down Ivan Romanoff. He and his wife was settling down in Stalingrad because his wife was about to give birth. 

(AN: Sorry not sure how Russian naming works so might have wrong father's name)

When Romanoff, Natalia Alianovna was recorded as the name of their daughter, Tony immediately made a clone as a double to replace him and his human body went to Russia to meet the baby. 

At the room, Tony saw a couple of guards watching the room she was supposed to be in. 

He sneaked in to her room using his personal Ant-Man suit, and checked the baby. He was not sure if the soul stone would return her soul due to it being returned back to Vormir. If it did, this would be one of the possible points she would come back.

Tony got the nanites to disable any form of monitoring. He then resized back and looked at the sleeping baby. She had a a trace of red hair and looked like an angel. He used the nanites to take a photo of the baby as well as a couple of selfies with her and the name tag on her crib. He immediately sent in through the network to JARVIS to back it up. He was going to tease her with this in the future.

When all the pictures and DNA and tissue samples were taken, Tony went to wake the baby up. He formed the nanites to Tony's mark 7 helmet and looked at the baby that was just opening her eyes. He was disappointed since the baby showed no signs of intelligence. He then let the nanites form a light show to entertain the baby while getting himself ready to leave. 

He also left a magic tracking spell on her, it would only last a year so he would have to refresh it but at least he could avoid getting KGB and Red Room wary if they found actual spies watching her.

As he shrunk back, the baby cried and the guards went in to check. They saw nothing wrong so they called the nurse to check up on her. 

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1984
During his last year of High School (in a boarding school). Tony was dared to hack the Pentagon as his Senior Prank. Tony complied and even took the time to actually hack their systems without the help of any of his AI's. It went well until he almost got caught by one of the traps set up in the system. Luckily, JARVIS came to the rescue and disabled the trap before it can alert anyone.

Tony then left a Tony was here file inside a folder and dated it. He then printed papers with the same thing in the printers and fax machines just to make sure everyone knew a guy named Tony hacked into the Pentagon.

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1985

Tony went to MIT. He met James Rhodes when he was settling down in his dorm room. He was his roommate. They hit it off well. Rhodey was Tony's guardian since Tony still can't drink in parties. 

Tony also got a drivers license. Though Tony can use magic, he still bought cars to ride in. He just loved the feeling of driving sometimes. 

1986
Tony won a robot design award for building Dum-E. Though it was more of showing up with an older Dum-E since he already built the robot way back.

1987
Spring break. Tony waited for Rhodey to get drunk and got himself wasted. He also prepared a camera when he would wake Rhodey up the next day. The guy was with a tranny and Tony wanted some materials to tease his best friend with in the years to come.

Also, Tony graduated top of his class.

So this guys dies, gets reincarnated to MCU  as Tony Stark

Well, he had a chat with god/random powerful guy before reincarnation so he got something.





First time writing so please be gentle. I'm ok with comments and suggestions as well as loophole/problems. Also please keep them short. 


I'll Try once a week/maybe more. But can only promise once a month



Disclaimer: I don't own the characters(mostly) they are Marvel.Disney/ Whoever Owns them. 

I was inspired by some fanfictions so you might see some similarities.

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