The photo had to show the unprecedented splendor of the award-winning actor. Both his success and failure would be attractive to the readers.
Qin Guan had succeeded, so the title was "Best Actor Again".
He felt a little ashamed as he looked at his familiar face and the shameless title. Thanks to his strong mentality though, he was able to recover from the impact of the magazine.
The newsstand owner was counting his stock in the small room, while Qin Guan was standing in a long gray windcoat outside. He opened the magazine leisurely.
"The award-winning actor from China started his career in America."
The Americans were boasting about their own country again. If it wasn't for his films in America, the magazine wouldn't have dedicated two full pages on an Asian model.
"His acting skills are a perfect combination of oriental fineness and unrestrained occidental body language. His strong abilities and performance before the camera make him extremely charming."
"America may be the reason for his success though. If he had not come to America, he wouldn't have made a breakthrough in the film industry. In an effort to get to know the actor better, our editor had the honor of reviewing his films in China."
"Forgive me, but I laughed for an entire day. His acting skills at the time had been far from good. His lines were hard to understand, and he only portrayed supporting characters that suffered immediate death. If you are interested, you could buy some copies through your Chinese friends."
The critic must have done extensive research on Qin Guan. His Chinese sucked though. For example, "Maids In The Red Mansion" had been translated as "Maids Working In Luxurious Gardens", and "Legend Of The Swordsman" had been summed up as "A man abandoned by his first love becomes famous with the help of his noble wife".
Qin Guan burst into laughter. The author was smart enough to omit "Demi-Gods and Demi-Demons". Maybe the number of his roles had driven him mad.
Qin Guan's laughter startled the newsstand owner, who turned around in surprise. The man on the cover of the magazine was standing before him, holding that very magazine. The golden sunshine hit his shoulders. He was much more handsome than the guy in the picture.
Now the man realized why that magazine issue had become a bestseller. He suddenly recalled the comments of the readers.
It was true! The Asian star was really a student at Columbia. The students had not been boasting.
He felt warmth in his heart as he looked at Qin Guan's poster on the wall of his newsstand. Actually, he was also a fan of his. As an inarticulate man though, he had decided to express his love for his idol in a typical way.
His greatest advantage was his small stand. He started opening magazines and newspapers one by one to show Qin Guan every article there was about him.
The New York Times, The Los Angeles Times, The New York Post, VOGUE, Entertainment Weekly...
Thanks to his latest award, Qin Guan still had a place in the entertainment section of every newspaper and magazine. Qin Guan stopped reading and took out his wallet. He thought that the man was implying that he had been reading without buying anything.
The newsstand owner finally squeezed a few words between his teeth.
"Look! They are all praising you! No one is against you!"
Qin Guan smiled at the man and kept reading the reports.
They were not short or poorly written. The pictures and articles about him occupied entire pages.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

"Yesterday, a shocking gambling contract was signed between the famous author of Jurassic Park and 17 Again, eighteen-year-old prodigy Eric Williams, and Columbia Pictures of the Coca-Cola Group."
 
"It was reported, Eric Williams after filming 17 Again, in just fifteen days, wrote and directed a low-budget comedy of one hundred and forty minutes titled Home Alone. Eric Williams reportedly relied on the paycheck he received as a starring actor, as well as his royalty fee from Jurassic Park to accomplish this feat. Regardless of what the quality of the film might be, this makes him worthy of the 'genius' title."
 
"After viewing Home Alone and deliberating, the Columbia executives were unanimously optimistic. According to insiders, Mr. Blount Cohen, President of Columbia Pictures had even wanted to buy the entirety of the copyrights for 10 million $. However, Eric Williams refused this offer that would have made him one of the youngest multimillionaires in Hollywood, and instead proposed a completely insane gambling contract."
 
The article was detailing the two sides of the bet, and analyzing the possibility of Eric winning it. The author was obviously an insider and had included a series of data of similar box office comedies in the past. He estimated that with Home Alone, Eric's chance of losing was more than 80%.
 
Home Alone neither starred a celebrity cast nor had any investors. Among such good but low-budget comedies, only a few could make 2 to 3 million at the box office, most would just make a million. Therefore, the possibility of Home Alone breaking the 50 million mark was very low. The author even concluded by saying that Columbia would most likely never 'allow' Home Alone to pass that mark.
 
People liked to talk about all kinds of things, but their favorite topics would be, geniuses (the ones that were so out of their reach that they couldn't even feel envy), tragic heroes, and conspiracy theories.
 
The Los Angeles Times article had directly or indirectly, touched upon all three subjects, stirring the public sentiment. Even before the 20th Century Fox's 17 Again publicity stunt, people had begun to develop an interest in Eric. This could be seen by the sudden jump in Jurassic Park's sales.
 
Now, the appearance of Home Alone was like a bomb. The public's interest in Eric had exploded, which meant that sales and the ratings would too. Within a few days, he had already received dozens of requests for interviews. Jeff, who hadn't contacted in a while, suddenly called to inform that some people had come to inquire about him at the restaurant. Eric realized that he caught the attention of the paparazzi.
 
Meanwhile, after the publication of The Los Angeles Times article, the 20th Century Fox and Columbia Pictures seemed to form a tacit understanding, as the promotions of 17 Again and Home Alone started in full swing.
 
Carter Hunt, the head of the Distribution Department on Fox's side had some regrets about refusing to watch Eric's Home Alone. However, as a professional, he quickly got over his mood and after discussing with his peers at Columbia, launched a simultaneous publicity campaign. With these two giants joining forces, the results could well be imagined.
 
...
 
"Annie, how's the situation, can I go home?" Eric quickly asked his girlfriend coming through the door. He had been hiding at Annie's and hadn't gone home in a week.

Aniston shook her head, she put the groceries bags on the coffee table and said: "I drove past your home, there were at least seven or eight paparazzi keeping watch on your neighborhood. Fortunately, they didn't realize I was driving your car, otherwise, they would have certainly come after me, which would have been terrible."
 
Eric sighed. Thanks to the two giants united publicity campaign, Eric had become one of the most popular figures in North America. Even across the Atlantic, British newspapers had started to pick the subject up. Eric knew how things worked in this industry and immediately hid at Annie's place since receiving Jeff's phone call last week. The two studios promoting the movies were enough, the rest would just rely on the quality of the films itself. So, he didn't bother going out and getting interviewed by the paparazzi, not to mention, he wasn't certain they would write things as he stated them.
 
Although Eric promptly went into hiding and the paps hadn't been able to interview him, they had still dug around and his whole life from his immigration from England, his school's grades, to even his time passed at Jeff's Italian restaurant was laid bare for the public to feast on. Aniston was relishing in it all, teasing him from time to time.
 
Then, a tabloid published about his alleged love triangle between Drew Barrymore and an 'unknown actress'. They apparently got this from some members of the 17 Again crew, and the story was vividly written, even inferring that Drew's turning over a new leaf and joining a rehab center were all for Eric's sake. Once that article came out, a certain 'unknown actress' had made Eric sleep on the sofa for two days in a fit of jealousy.
 
...
 
Michael Klaus was so excited, he could barely sit still. The two giants' high-intensity propaganda for the two movies and Eric caused the sales of Jurassic Park, which had already exceeded 100,000 weekly sales, to skyrocket again. In the second week of November, Jurassic Park finally reached the top of the New York Times' North American bestseller list with sales of more than 250,000 copies. According to the current sales trend, breaking through 1 million copies this year wouldn't be a problem.
 
After calling him a few times to no avail, Michael Klaus learned of Eric's whereabouts from Penny Marshall and directly visited Aniston's place.
 
"Hey, Michael, how did you know I was here ?" Eric asked as he let Michael in the house.
 
"I was actually thinking of calling the police since I couldn't find you anywhere. But it turns out you were hiding here…" Michael Klaus was about to say something when he saw Aniston coming out of the bedroom and shut his mouth.
 
"Michael, this is my girlfriend, Jennifer Aniston. Annie, this is Michael Klaus, the publisher of my book."
 
Michael and Aniston greeted each other before Annie left for the bathroom.
 
"Hey, Eric, is this the actress that was mentioned? I still like Drew though, she was really cute in E.T." Once Aniston's figure disappeared, Michael started gossiping.
 
Eric gave Michael a cup of coffee and whispered: "Michael, keep talking about this if you want Annie to throw you out, even I don't dare mention Drew's name now."
 
Michael Klaus realized Eric wasn't kidding and very decisively changed the subject: "Eric, Jurassic Park is now selling so well, don't you think you should start writing a sequel ?"
 
Eric shook his head without hesitation, the Jurassic Park copyrights were already in his hands, although he had used it as collateral for the lawyers, he wasn't worried. He didn't have any time to waste on writing a sequel.
 
"The fiction is already a complete story, and I think there is nothing else to write about, Michael."
 
Michael Klaus wasn't discouraged and quickly followed: "Well, do you have any other work ?"
 
Eric shook his head again. Earlier, he had been incredibly busy, and once he had finally completed Home Alone and signed the gambling contract with Columbia, he gave himself a break. But because there were only a few days before the release of the movies, he had to follow the crew around during the promotion. Fortunately, the two companies had reached a compromise and decided on a uniform promotional tour schedule, so Eric didn't have to run around ragged.

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the path to becoming a Hollywood legend.

---"Maaf tapi kau bukan tipeku"

Suara Drew menyiratkan bahwa pria itu tidak mempercayai perkataannya. "Kalau begitu siapa pria yang sesuai dengan tipemu? Richard?"

Gabriel berusaha untuk menyeringai. "Astaga, bukan. Aku hanya menggodanya hari itu untuk membuatnya terkejut. Dia adalah teman baikku. Kami sering sekali bergurau bersama."

"Kalau begitu pria Inggris yang sombong itu?"

"Siapa? Oh, maksudmu Wilbur? Tidak, menurutku dia agak membosankan, jika kau mau tahu. Lagi pula, meskipun kau merupakan orang Amerika, sepertinya kau terlalu akrab dengan pesta-pesta bangsawan Inggris untuk sesuai dengan seleraku. Aku menginginkan pria yang akan berkuda bersamaku disepanjang pantai, yang akan menyelam bersamaku ke dalam laut yang sebening kristal dan menjelajahi bukit karang, seorang pria yang sama tertariknya denganku dalam berburu harta karun. Aku menginginkan pria yang berenang bersamaku ke dalam laut pada malam hari dengan diterangi cahaya rembulan dan bercinta denganku dihamparan pasir tepi pantai."---




Dwina menikmati tulisan tersebut, kemudian ia membaca ke halaman selanjutnya dari sebuah novel Seri Malory penulis Bestseller #1 New York Times, Johanna Lindsey. Sudah tak terhitung berapa banyak novel yang ia raup selama dua puluh tahun hidupnya. Intinya, perpustakan kecil miliknya sudah meluap. 

Dwina dengan tumpukan buku disekitarnya, hingga kadang kala orang menganggap dirinya introvert  dan sulit diajak bergaul. Apalagi dia terlihat tidak aktif pada bentuk organisasi apapun sejak SMP.  Nyatanya hal tersebut berbanding terbalik sekali dengan sifat aslinya. Dwina sangat menikmati setiap alur hidupnya, meski hanya begitu-gitu saja. Seperti berkuliah, mengerjakan tugas laporan, membantu ibunya berbenah rumah atau mungkin ia akan membantu ibunya memasak di hari libur. Ia tipikal orang easy going andai orang tau. Bila ada seseorang berpikiran aneh tentangnya, Dwina akan berusaha untuk mengerti. 

Dan untuk perihal pacaran, Dwina terlalu malas menjalin hubungan yang menguras hati dan pikirannya, tidak seperti kakaknya bernama Bayu yang senang menerima status playboy cap akut. Mungkin bulan ini sudah terhitungan dua wanita yang dibuat remuk hatinya. Kakaknya itu selalu lupa jika ibu dan Dwina adalah seorang wanita juga. Bagaimana jika ada timbal balik ke keluarga?

Tapi sayangnya ibunya tidak pernah mempermasalahkan tingkah buruk kak Bayu, malah yang terjadi ibu selalu gencar menanyakan tentang pacar pada Dwina. Sepertinya dunia sudah terbalik. Dwina sadar ibunya sangat takut anaknya kurang pergaulan dan gak laku. 

Bukankah perempuan itu harus menghargai dan menjaga dirinya sendiri bila ingin dihargai dimata laki-laki. Lagi pula sudah hal lumrah jika semua laki-laki termasuk yang brengsek ujung-ujungnya ingin memiliki wanita baik-baik untuk diri dan anak-anak mereka. Itu fakta! Memang hanya laki-laki saja yang ingin mendapatkan pasangan baik-baik.

Bentuk pertahanan diri Dwina yaitu dengan bertekat menahan diri dari jatuh cinta terlalu dalam apalagi sampai timbul masalah, kalau sekedar suka-sukaan mah nggak masalah. Itu prinsip hidupnya. 

Ditengah musim kemarau hujan turun secara tiba-tiba. Iklim dunia sudah mulai berantakan karena perusakan alam oleh tangan-tangan manusia. Namun perlu diingat bahwa itu adalah takdir. Decakan pelan keluar dari mulut Dwina. Terpaksa ia beranjak dari gazebo menuju dalam rumah. Bibir Dwina mencebik sebal disebabkan beberapa tetesan hujan mengenai lembaran novel miliknya.

Mungkin ini terdengar berlebihan tapi Dwina merasa amat sangat kesal jika ada sedikit kotoran atau lipatan di setiap buku miliknya. Ia berpikir semua buku miliknya itu harus rapih dan bersih. Pernah Dwina tidak berhenti kesal seharian penuh karena salah satu novel yang dipinjam oleh teman sekelasnya tidak sengaja terlipat hingga robek karena lupa pada peringatan Dwina. 

Angin menerpa dingin kaki jenjang Dwina yang hanya terlapisi hotpents sejengkal di atas lutut. Jujur Dwina tidak pernah sekalipun memakai celana super pendek itu keluar rumah dan sengaja menjajahkan bagian tubuhnya pada kaum laki-laki. Bukan karena terbiasa, tetapi dirinya risih dan benci sekali tubuhnya dinikmati begitu saja sebagai bahan tontonan gratis. Ia bukan wanita murahan. Ingat Itu! Rasanya ia ingin mencolok setiap mata laki-laki yang berani menatapnya rendahan sama seperti sekarang, yang entah mulai dari kapan ada sesosok cowok sedang duduk bersama Kak Bayu sambil melihat ke arahnya dengan tatapan. Lapar….

Mata mereka saling beradu selama tiga detik, cowok itu langsung syok terciduk oleh Dwina. Bisa dilihat betapa sinisnya ekspresi Dwina namun dia berusaha menahan amarah lalu pergi ke kamar. Dengan spontan cowok itu mengatakan 'sorry'. Ternyata cowok itu sadar kalau dirinya sedang melecehkan secara tak sengaja. Gumam Dwina. 

Tidak lama kemudian pintu kamar Dwina diketuk oleh Kak Bayu. "Dwina…"

Bayu menarik napas panjang, mereka memang jarang bertengkar dan akhir-akhir ini juga jarang ngobrol karena dia sibuk kerja. Dwina itu paling aneh menurutnya jadi butuh mental yang kuat. Kadang Dwina bersikap nggak jelas. Seperti sekarang yang tiba-tiba aja banting pintu marah-marah sendiri. 

"Dwina.. buka pintunya dong. Kakak mau ngomong nih." Tukas Bayu merayu adik yang lagi merajuk hingga butuh dibujuk. 

"Kenapa! Ngomong tinggal ngomong!." Meski niat hati ingin membentak, suara Dwina tetap terdengar ramah. Kesimpulannya Dwina tipikal cewek yang sulit untuk marah. 

"Jangan gitu dong." Balas Bayu dengan suara melas. 

Beruntung Dwina lekas membuka pintu kamar tapi sekarang dia sudah berganti celana jeans panjang. "Ada apa?" tanya Dwina. Bayu memberi adiknya sebuah cengiran lebar. Semarah apapun adiknya, adiknya tetap baik hati. Sampai-sampai hatinya terasa adem berada di dekat adiknya.
 
"Hari ini kamu udah liburan UAS-kan??" tanya Bayu dengan nada santai.

"Iya." Jawab Dwina singkat.

"Jalan ke Bandung yuk... sekarang siap-siap ya. Tiga hari dua malam kita disana." Kadang kala Bayu merasa gregetan dengan tingkah adiknya lebih menyukai diam di dalam rumah. Nggak bosan apa melihat suasana rumah yang begitu-gitu saja.

"Memang mau ngapain?"

"Jalan-jalan. Liburan. Maen keluar rumah. Masa kamu mau disini aja. Oke, ikut ya?" Bayu berusaha meyakinkan adiknya. Lagi pula adiknya akan sendirian selama seminggu karena orang tua mereka pulang kampung. 

Dwina berpikir kakaknya tidak tega meninggalkan dia sendirian dan bisa mati kebosanan dirumah. "Ya udah. Memangnya berapa lama?"

"Dua hari dua malam." Sungguh Bayu mengharapkan antusiasme lebih dari adiknya. Senyuman masih terus terpampang diwajahnya. 

Entah kenapa mendengar jawaban itu membuat Dwina menyerngitkan keningnya. "Lama banget."

"Lama dari mana. Cuman dua hari aja kita pergi. Ada-ada aja kamu dek, memang kamu mau berapa hari kalo seminggu juga boleh."

"Nggaklah." Protes Dwina. 

"Ya udah sana siap-siap. Bawa baju yang cakep biar adek kakak makin keliatan cantik. Hus hus." Bayu mengibas-ngibaskan tangan kanannya. Lalu terpaksa Dwina kembali masuk ke dalam kamar untuk mempersiapkan pakaian dan barang-barang penting yang perlu dibawa menurutnya.

Nama wanita itu adalah Dwina Aryani
 
Memiliki prinsip hidup yaitu menahan diri agar tidak jatuh cinta terlalu dalam terhadap seorang pria tanpa menimbulkan masalah, mencoba menjaga dan menghargai dirinya sendiri. Hanya karena satu alasan yaitu dia ingin mendapatkan pria baik-baik, bukankah itu hal biasa yang diinginkan setiap wanita?

Hingga suatu hari Dwina Aryani dipertemukan oleh mantan pacar temannya di rumahnya. Dia bernama Arya Wijaya, tidak ada yang mengesankan bagi Dwina kecuali pria itu dengan terang-terangan menontoni kaki jenjang Dwina dan rasanya Dwina ingin mencolok mata pria itu. 
Pertemuan mereka belum berhenti sampai disitu, Dwina terpaksa harus pergi ke Bandung bersama Arya untuk acara liburan sesuai ajakan sang kakak. Namun itu adalah sebuah jebakan untuk Dwina, meski hal tersebut tidak seburuk pemikirannya sayangnya Dwina tetap kesal.

"The ski lift is this way," Will said, breaking Hazel out of her thoughts. 
They had already clipped their boots back into the skis they left outside the lodge and were slowly making their way across the snowy ground. She should have been paying more attention from the start; it was surprising she hadn't tripped over her own skis yet. 
She nodded and followed his instructions about how to get on the lift. Sitting there with her feet dangling as they slowly moved up the mountain was thrilling in its own way. 
The sun sparkled off of the snow-covered trees and a cold breeze blew through the fur framing her hood. It was a beautiful winter day. Maybe she could convince Will to get them season passes here so she could work on improving her skills. She could see herself truly loving to ski. 
Hazel only fell once, which wasn't too bad considering the intermediate runs were considerably steeper than the bunny hill. Will had slowed himself down to match her pace better and stopped immediately when he realized she had fallen. 
"You okay?" he asked worriedly. 
She brushed herself off and made it to her feet. Her tailbone was definitely going to be feeling all of these falls tomorrow but she was alright. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's keep going."
The wind on her face as she headed down the mountain was liberating in a way. Hazel might not like falling but she loved the rush when she managed to stay upright. When they reached the bottom she immediately wanted to go again. 
On the third run she didn't fall at all. She turned to Will in excitement to tell him and found he was already grinning at her. He had noticed. 
They went down that run a few more times before moving on to a different one with the same difficulty level. Hazel nearly ran into a tree the first time down and had to fall to stop herself. Bruising her butt was far superior than smashing headlong into a tree. 
Her husband hovered over like a worried gnat until she insisted she was okay and could keep going. But at the bottom of the mountain he insisted they take a break and bought them both some hot chocolate. 
"Do you want to go a few more times or are you done for the day?" Will asked. 
Hazel had to think about it. She was getting pretty tired but she could probably go two or three more times. "I can do a few more. But I'm taking a hot bath when we get back before finishing up the last chapter for the promotion."
Her deadline was two days away so Elfie and BB would have enough time to do the coloring for it. It was hard to believe the worst of it was finally almost over and she would be heading to Florida next week. 
Muffincake hadn't wanted to disturb her too much because of how much work she had to do but had pestered her about what she wanted to do while they were in Florida. She had managed to get an entire week off of work and wanted to hit as much as they possibly could. 
The author wanted to go to Disney World and Universal Studios, which would take approximately four days because of how many parks were in the former. Hazel didn't mind too much but insisted they check out more intellectual tourist sites the rest of the time. 
The convention was three days long but their panel was on Thursday afternoon so the rest of the weekend would be free. Muffincake was heading down to Florida the day before and said she could pick Hazel up from the airport if she flew out the same day. 
She tried giving Muffincake information that would help identify her but she refused, saying she wanted her identity to remain a mystery until they officially met. She said she would hold up a sign that said 'Topaz' in the waiting area so Hazel could find her. 
Authors were so eccentric. But there was no real reason to refuse and deny the woman her fun. 
"Works for me," Will said as he finished up his hot chocolate, breaking Hazel out of her thoughts. 
He held his hand out to her and they walked together until they had to put their skis back on and that became more difficult. They chatted about the history of skiing as they rode the lift up and she was surprised how knowledgeable about the topic her husband was. 
He sheepishly explained that he had read up on it before trying it out for the first time last winter out of curiosity. She simply smiled in response. That was so much like him. Her husband's thirst for random knowledge had never changed. 
The last few runs were fun but tiring and Hazel was ready to keel over by the time they made it back to their cabin. The hot water helped with her stiffness from all of those falls a little. It refreshed her enough to get back to work. 
As she finished up the line art, Will read a New York Times bestseller about mass extinction events. He was only halfway through but said it was fascinating so she wanted to read it when he was done. It would give her something to do on the plane to Orlando other than draw. 
She stretched and heaved a sigh of relief when she finally finished. Her quota was reached so she wouldn't have to work on the comic again until after her little vacation. 
'I'm done' Hazel informed Muffincake on Discord. 
'Yay! I can't wait to see you on Wednesday. We are gonna have the best time!' she replied. 
She wasn't sure about that but couldn't deny she was looking forward to finally figuring out the mystery behind the woman she had been working with for over a year. And it would be fun to check out a new place but she wished she could do it with Will. He had already proven his value as a travel partner. 
'Yep. I'll keep you updated on my flight information the day of. See you then'
Hazel shut off the app and sighed, wondering what to do with herself for the next few days. Maybe she could finally start painting some wintery mountain landscapes. She had been itching to ever since it first snowed but hadn't had the time.

“I’ll marry anyone who will take me!” Hazel declared loudly. “I don’t need love!”

“Get down!” Will hissed. “You don’t know what kind of people are lurking around in here! Talking like that might get you killed!”

==

Hazel Dixon thought she was putting her troubled past behind her. But when the person she thought she trusted most betrays her, she loses her head and proposes to an entire bar full of strangers. 

Enter Will Sheffield, a charming stranger who decides to take her up on her offer to save her from herself. 

He spoils her rotten without expecting anything in return and Hazel's confusion only grows. She doesn't know why he is acting this way. Or why he reminds her so much of the 'dangerous' childhood friend she thought was gone forever...

"Mom, what is it then?"

Zhou Lei was curious as to why his mother called him over. 

'What the heck?!' Zhou Xiang was still not used to the abrupt change of her son's voice. She suppressed her surprised expression and told him directly. 

"Starting tomorrow, you will cook."

"What?!" Surprised, Zhou Lei reacted violently. Why was the role of being cook getting passed to him?

Zhou Jiahao heard this as well, and he was rather displeased. When his wife said that she would cook this time, he got a bit excited since his wife's cooking tasted really good, at least to him. 

Now that he discovered that it would only be for today, he couldn't help but be a little disappointed. 

There was also the fact that Zhou Lei had no experience in cooking, so no one could expect much from him, or his cooking.

"Now watch me closely, okay? I'll only teach you this once." Zhou Xiang continued talking without minding both her husband's drastic change in his facial expressions, and their son's violent reaction to her command.

With the words from his mother, Zhou Lei's mood lightened a bit. He got curious as to what his mother was going to cook since she boldly told him to watch closely. 

Ignoring her son, who was still moderately angry, she grabbed the main ingredients for her dish. Eggs, uhh... that's pretty much it.

The dinner for today was Sunny-Side Up!

Zhou Lei was dumbfounded.

'Watch you closely, you say? Teach me only once, you say!?' Zhou Lei didn't even bother to glance at his mother cooking an egg.

Zhou Xiang finally finished and turned her head to look at her son, before she opened her mouth. "Now, did you understand?"

Before his mother, Zhou Lei could only helplessly nod. He obviously understood, cooking an egg is as easy as sleeping or eating! Of course, it was only for this recipe of egg-cooking.

"Okay, cook one for me."

"Haah..." Zhou Lei sighed. He then grabbed an egg slowly and cracked it before putting it on the pan.

Tss...

The egg was frying.

.....

After dinner, Zhou Lei returned to his room, and he decided to try his luck on the lottery again. If System crashed again, and the stats he upgraded weren't saved, he could always just upgrade them.

Zhou Lei used one lottery ticket. Ting! The roulette started spinning.

While the roulette was spinning, he was silent the whole time. He didn't want it to land on the Useless category...

The roulette slowed down before it stopped completely, in the second largest category, the "One-Time Use" category. 

The prize was "Master Chef Book - How to Become a Master Chef in Just One Second! By: System".

As Zhou Lei was reading the title of the book, his expressions changed.

'Ooh, how convenient...'
'One second?! If this is misleading, I'll sue you!'
'F**k! You didn't need to put your name on it, System...'

After Zhou Lei read the book, he hesitantly received the prize, anticipating System's crash. 

Who knew that it wouldn't crash this time?

Zhou Lei felt quite happy that the crash didn't happen. He received the book and retrieved it from his inventory. 

The book landed on his hands. It was there... a one-page book.

'No wonder System said it would only take one second.'

The book cover looked elegant, as there was even a fake publishing company called "System Publishing" plastered all over it! There was also the necessary "#1 New York Bestseller" on it.

Eventually, after careful examination of every detail on the book cover, Zhou Lei decided to open it. Inside, there was a single page. A blank one at that. 

'Huh?'

Zhou Lei turned the page. At the back of it, he saw a single word. 

"Congratulations."

Suddenly, the book glowed, and countless letters and numbers flowed out of the single page! Those letters and numbers crashed onto Zhou Lei's forehead, and assimilated inside his brain!

Zhou Lei felt nauseous as he learned a tremendous amount of knowledge in a short amount of time - one second.

Finally, letters and numbers stopped flowing out of the single page. The book, which was in Zhou Lei's hands, turned into dust.

"Aah... that hurt like hell...!"

After a realization of his irrelevance, Zhou Lei gets a life-changing system that enables him to redeem himself - in the most attention-catching way possible!

"System, I said to upgrade my intelligence."
"Are you sure you want to upgrade: Appearance?"
"I already said no!"
"Upgrade processing..."

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No regular updates.

"But Altman is dead, so the so-called 'last sage' worshipped by the people of the Red Iron Nation is not him, but you, right?" Zhang Lisheng could vaguely guess the reason how his lover became a god and could not help but interrupted her in bewilderment. "But this is too absurd. Tina, y-you're an Earthling and had nothing to do with the Shrimp World No. 1 before this. How can you just become a god of that world just because of the prayers of the mortals…"
"No, Lisheng, I have a close relationship with Shrimp World No. 1. I have obtained extraordinary power with the wonders from that world. According to laws of the unseen world, it's equivalent to inheriting the position of Sage Altman, so of course, I'll have an unbreakable tie with that world," The girl fell into a moment of silence and murmured, "I'll never forget that day when my previous life collapsed, and the day I was reborn. When I first heard Sheila told me that you, my most loved man, and Tina, my best sister Trish… No, I don't want to remember! Until now, I still can't think back to that sad moment! That tragic moment that feels as though my heart was being shredded into pieces with a knife… But, amid that pain, I heard the call of the believers and eventually became the guardian god of the Faron World's Red Iron Nation. I guess this is also a coincidence of blessings that came out of misfortune. Isn't this meant by the Chinese saying 'misfortune might be a blessing in disguise'? Oh look, I have a deep understanding of Chinese civilization right? Actually, ever since I got to know you, to better understand your thoughts, I've always been secretly learning Chinese culture. Looking back at it now, it's really ridiculous…"
"I don't find it ridiculous at all, Tina. It's never ridiculous!" The young man interrupted the girl again in a hoarse voice.
"Not ridiculous? Why is it not ridiculous? It's extremely ridiculous! When an idiot woman who had been receiving top American open education since she was a child kept working hard without uttering a complaint about the perfect love that she's longing for, her boyfriend from a conservative country was flirting with her best sister. Isn't this ridiculous enough?"
After saying this, the girl leaned softly against the edge of the windowsill like she had lost her energy while the breathing of the young man became rapid. With a pained expression on his face, he was tongue-tied and could not say anything in return.
Upon seeing the sorrowful expression that she had never seen before on her lover's face, the girl who was gasping with her head lowered suddenly raised her head and lifted her arm using her entire energy. Stroking the young man's face gently, she said in a hoarse and weak voice, "I'm sorry, baby, I can't forgive you. I-I really have never wanted to hurt you like this before, but I can't forgive you. I really, really don't wish to retaliate the pain that I've been through before, but I can only continue to live and look at you by hating and hurting you. I even betrayed all mankind in order to obtain such qualification. Perhaps you can understand, or maybe you can't, but please remember, I love you. I love you as much as I hate you…" 
While she was speaking, her voice became fainter and fainter. In the end, her arm lost energy and abruptly fell; her chest no longer undulated. With her eyes opened, she quietly lost her life.
A few minutes after the girl died, the young man who was motionless in his stupor suddenly murmured, as though he had not realized that the girl beside him had already turned to a corpse with no soul, "I know you love me. Of course, I know you love me. Otherwise, you won't 'descend' to New York and encounter me so coincidentally. You must have made countless efforts. You spoke of it so quickly, but you must have formed numerous attempts to meet me for this one time only. I can't believe that I'd actually go through such a disgusting 'soap opera' plot, but even so, I still want to tell you, rest assured, I will not escape anymore. Escaping will not solve any problem. I'll go to see you. I swear by my theonym Wizard Li, I'll definitely go see you when I become stronger and have sufficient power. Then, I'll use my own method to let you return to my side, even if I have to completely destroy the Shrimp World No. 1 that you're relying on now, I'll definitely let you come back to me…"
After uttering his selfish and distorted vows in a uniquely brutal and cruel manner, the black-haired young man took a few deep breaths and gradually regained his calmness. His eyes became clear once again.
At the same time, amid the crowds that had automatically separated at New York's Times Avenue, something that he had wanted to see finally appeared—a convertible jeep military vehicle with camouflage stripes on the door.
"Please keep calm. The federal government is already urgently dispatching disaster relief supplies…" Amid the loud broadcast of the military jeep, he once again took a deep breath of the air filled with odor and reached out a hand to gently close the eyes of the girl acting as a medium for the god's spirit who had lost her soul before jumping down from the windowsill. He then hurriedly passed through the crowd and stood in front of the military vehicle.
The jeep was driven by a burly white man wearing a helmet and a camouflage combat uniform who was as beefy as a brown bear, with his eyes narrowed underneath his sunglasses as bright as foxes' eyes.
He stepped on the brakes and first glanced at the crowd that was faintly in the commotion around him vigilantly. He then made a gesture and instructed the soldiers in the back seat to stand. After holding the trigger of the heavy machine gun in the middle of the jeep, he looked down from the car at the black-haired young man and said coldly, "Relief materials are already being transferred. Please restrain your emotions and stand on the side of the road, sir. Right now, New York is implementing a temporary military decree, and we've been authorized by the federal government to suppress all rioters. I gotta tell you that the bullets have no eyes."
Despite being threatened, the young man breathed a long sigh of relief. "Has the New York military base restored its communication with the White House? This is great. Sergeant, I'm Zhang Lisheng, the plenipotentiary special envoy of the Shrimp World No. 2 sent by Mr. President Paul Rand of the United States of America. I need your help now."
"Special envoy of the president, you're the special envoy of the president?" A puzzlement appeared on the white man's face. He reexamined Zhang Lisheng's excessively young face again and opened his mouth. After a few moments of bafflement, he finally asked. "Asian faces are just too young-looking, do you have any documents that can prove your identity, sir? "
"I've encountered a plane crash when I escaped from Shrimp World No. 2, and I managed to save myself with great difficulty. All my things are gone, but fortunately, President Rand's letter of attorney has always been with me," The young man said and took out a neatly folded document from his pocket before handing it over. Although there was a visible sign that the document was soaked in water before being dried again, the writing was still clear due to its good paper quality.
The sergeant looked at the document for a while and saw that it was not fake. He studied Zhang Lisheng a few times again and placed his fingers on the beret he was wearing. After giving his salute, he roared, "I'm Sergeant Anton Nichols from the federal New York military base. Mr. Envoy, please get in the car. Charlie, be alert."
"Thank you, sergeant." The young man nodded with a smile and sat in the copilot position. After seeing him getting into the car, the crowds on both sides of the street immediately burst into a small commotion. However, the commotion quickly subsided under the threat of the black gun hole and the slow-moving of the jeep.
When the sergeant saw that the riot had calmed down, his frown slowly eased away and began to hum an unknown popular song. After driving the car through Times Square, he suddenly asked curiously, "Mr. Zhang, the spatial gate of the Shrimp World No. 1 has disappeared without reason after the catastrophe. You said that you've escaped from there, so do you know the reason for its disappearance?"
"I know the reason, but I'm sorry, Sergeant Nichols. Although I appreciate your help, I can't tell you anything because of confidentiality reasons," Zhang Lisheng pretended to hesitate and replied apologetically.
"It's okay, Mr. Special Envoy, I understand. I was merely curious," Nichols shook his head as if he did not care. After pausing for a while, he continued to ask again, "You can tell me when did you escape from Shrimp World No. 2 then? Don't tell me that it was when the catastrophe happened? Isn't that really lucky of you?!"
"It was at the same time as the disaster that I left Shrimp World No. 2. I really count myself really really lucky when I recall that scene. Until now, the mushroom clouds caused by the fiery meteorite falling to the ground are still constantly appearing before my eyes! It's absolutely terrifying!" Zhang Lisheng showed a terrified expression and continued, "To be honest, I really find it surprising that the federal government restored contact with the New York military base today after the dense meteorite rain."
"What do you mean by this?" The sergeant asked with an imperceptible flash of brilliance in his eyes.
"Although the world we live in has long been so weird that there is no way to explain it with science, it's still impossible for the enormous natural disaster of a few days ago to take place out of nowhere. Those falling meteorites can only be low-Earth orbital planet fragments and satellites captured by the Earth." The young man said with a smile. "I've guessed correctly, right, sergeant?"
"I can't answer this because of confidentiality reasons either. I can only say that I can see why you managed to be a federal envoy at such a young age," Nichols shrugged.
"Thank you, but do you really not know the name 'Zhang Lisheng'?" Zhang Lisheng burst into a chuckle and asked in befuddlement. 
"Aha, listening to you like this, it seems like you're a very famous person, Mr. Special Envoy. I'm sorry though, I have always shown no interest in other celebrities except for football stars," The sergeant shrugged again and answered indifferently.
When the two crossed half of New York City while chatting seemingly harmoniously with each other, the jeep finally drove on the suburban highway.
After another half an hour, the car entered the New York military base after two checkpoints and stopped slowly beside the administrative command building near the coastal sea.
Three major-ranked officers assigned by the base commander. When he had received a radio notice from Nichols, they had already been waiting downstairs. They hurriedly walked up to the jeep when it stopped.


A young man from the Miaowei Tribe brought up by his strict father, suddenly turned into Rank 1 Wizard on the day he was orphaned. He then obtained the ability to control giant worms. 
Soon after, he found his mother who was in a faraway foreign land by accident. From a small mountain village, he managed to jump into the amazing arena that was a global metropolis.
Thus far, we have a young man who inherited the legacy of mastering ancient demons from an ancient country. 
From Western civilization to other worlds, a fascinating saga is born.

"Eric, this is really amazing." Drew who was sitting in the passenger's seat, played with the T-shirt that Eric had converted into a dress with great interest.
 
After last night's puking episode, Drew's clothes were dirty and the two of them were both in a hurry to join the crew, so Eric thought back to how his wife had once used one of his large T-shirt to make a dress, the process was fortunately not too complicated.
 
Right now Drew was wearing a remodeled sky-blue T-shirt, with Eric's three fingers-wide brown leather belt attached to her waist. This kind of dress-up in this day and age, was very avant-garde, so when they arrived on set, many people couldn't help but stare at her.
 
Some of their glances turned even more meaningful when they noticed she had come together with Eric.
 
"Hey Eric, what's up with that, when I saw you being so gentle and considerate to Annie a few days ago, I thought you were a good guy." While organizing the day's shooting schedule, Penny Marshall said to Eric. Her tone of voice was casual, in this circle, this type of thing was normal.
 
"Penny I still like Annie, as for Drew, it just kind of happened."
 
Penny quipped: "And her clothes also 'kind of happened' ? Look Eric, I'm honestly too lazy to care about what you young people do, but you should still have a sense of proportion, Drew is only thirteen years old right now, you know ? Well, you get what I'm saying."
 
"Thank you for the reminder, Penny." Eric realized that Penny's opinion had already been made and so he just helplessly said as it was better to end the topic.
 
A month passed and nothing really special occurred, the 17 Again shooting was going smoothly, and Drew still kept trying to entice Eric at every occasion she found. Aniston came on set from time to time and very easily noticed her behavior.
 
So when the girls appeared at the same time, infighting surrounded Eric; the crew became nervous during the filming process, and all his male peers envied him. The young man who played the bad boy Stan had even begged him for the secret of his "chick-picking technique", to which Eric replied some nonsense that the guy actually believed.
 
And soon, something happened that completely dumbfounded our protagonist; the nonsensical stuff he had told the young man actually started to spread among the crew, and even to Drew, who confronted him during a break once, her voice half-joking and half-resenting: "Ah, so I was played from the start, you big bastard, playing with a girl's feelings and not taking responsibility, you thief ! Give me my heart back !"
 
Aniston was still undergoing her harsh self-created diet, but it wasn't very effective as she suffered more than she ate, and had only lost 5 pounds in a month.
Eric was really worried about her, but he decided to wait until the filming was over to talk to her about it again.
 
However, things don't always happen the way we would like them to, and finally one day, in the middle of a shooting, Aniston fainted thanks to her low blood sugar. Eric dropped everything to accompany her, he didn't have any scenes the next day, so he took Annie to the fitness consultant that Susan Sarandon had talked to him about.
 
It was a very high-grade fitness club that mainly targeted Hollywood actresses. When the two of them went in, they saw Sigourney Weaver, the lead actress of the world-famously acclaimed Alien, on her way out. Ah, another goddess from his past !
From Annie's point of view, Eric looked like he was about to grovel to the woman's feet and ask for a signature.
 
The fitness consultant was a Russian woman whose age you couldn't see through, her name was very long so she just told the two to call her Natasha.
Giving this caucasian female a first glance, Eric noticed Annie eyeing her devilish figure with deep envy, so he gently took her hands and comforted in her ears: "Don't mind it baby, one day your body will be better than hers."
 
Natasha and Annie talked for a while, and the former patiently explained to the stubborn little girl that what she had done before would only harm her body. She then took her to do some tests and spent the whole morning coming up with a weight-loss plan that could easily fill a dozen pages.
 
When the two youngsters left, they started deeply contemplating the second word that should have been added alongside "high-grade" when it came to describing this club: expensive !
Aniston was adamant on paying herself, and the result was that her credit card balance turned negative. Fortunately, she would soon receive her 17 Again paycheck, that, while small, would still resolve her financial crisis.
 
At the end of October, the 17 Again movie was drawing to a close, and the last minute editing and promoting started at the same time. Eric would occasionally see some gossips about the film in newspapers.
When Drew had finished all her scenes and against anyone's expectations, she voluntarily decided to go to rehab. The girl who had lost her footing turns over a new leaf on her own initiative, that kind of inspirational story, who wouldn't make use of it ?
 
Thus, under the Fox's Publicity Department's planning, Drew's change was completely attributed to the 17 Again movie's influence. A newspaper's author had a field day, as he recounted how the disoriented teenager who had lost herself to drug had finally gotten her head straight during the shooting of a movie that tackled on subjects such as love and the true meaning of life, which featured a warm and inspirational story that helped her find the courage to change.
The article was written so realistically, it was as if the guy had witnessed everything himself. If Eric didn't know better, he would have taken it at face value.
 
Another publicity stunt that was put in place was about how he himself, was only eighteen years old, and already a scriptwriter and actor. The newspapers wrote about how from the script delivery to the final process by the Fox's studios, everything single twists and turns had been written by Eric.
 
Producer James Brooks and director Penny Marshall had also emphasized numerous times on how outstanding his performance was, and on how talented he was.
 
With so many praising him, controversies were also bound to pop up. Some newspapers started to question Eric's screenwriting skills since he was just too young, and inferred that the 20th Century Fox had make a huge blunder by rushing into making 17 Again because of BIG's success. They said that the 20 million dollars budget would likely go to waste.
 
This kind of prediction was not unfounded, after Universal produced the 1985 sci-fi comedy Back to The Future, that made more than 200 million $ at the box office, the aspirations of many started to run wild as they tried to follow the trend, but all, without exception, failed miserably, which anybody could see by simply checking the 1986's box office.
 
Towards those controversies, the 20th Century Fox didn't mind as long as they didn't go too far since it could help balance the good reviews and maximize the feeling of anticipation of the audience.
 
Meanwhile, Eric's novel Jurassic Park was also benefitting from the propaganda.
Originally, thanks to Michael's efforts, the novel had sold more than twenty thousand copies in its first week alone, which was pretty good for a newcomer. After a few weeks of followed-up publicity and a good reputation, the novel's sales started to slowly rise, albeit not to the extent of being amazing, it was in line with Eric's expectations.
 
But with the 17 Again publicity stunt, Jurassic Park became one of its focal point. Michael Klaus was ecstatic the whole time, having so many media talk about the book was more than what he and the staff of his small publishing house could have done.
 
Ever since then, the novel's sales directly shot up as 17 Again had aroused people's interest towards this mysterious and miraculous youth.
 
Unfortunately, the movie wasn't out yet and although they could guess bits and pieces about the content thanks to the title and the crew's gossips, those were just hypothesis, and so as people's curiosity grew, they naturally turned their sights towards Jurassic Park.
 
On the first week of October, the sales directly broke one hundred thousand, successfully granting the novel the eighth place on the New York Times bestseller list.
Although the ranking wasn't that high, if you looked at the other authors on it, they were all well-known and experienced. Jurassic Park was the only novel in the top ten that had been written by a newcomer.
 
...
 
Because there were some evening scenes today, Eric didn't return home until past ten.
 
As his car drove past the Runkle's family house, their courtyard door was pushed open, and a small figure came out. The door was closed again as the imp-like shadow ran away under the dimly lit street, then slowed down and started to walk in circle, apparently bored.
 
"Hey Stu, running out of the house isn't something a good boy should do." Eric was curious as to what this young neighbor of his, Stuart Runkle, was doing out so late at night, so he stopped and asked.
 
"Then Eric, how do you think good parents should act in front of a seven-year-old child ?" Stuart replied as he glanced at his house's courtyard.
 
Eric was a little surprised that the little guy could argue  so clearly and logically, he didn't remember anything about this kid being so smart. Perking his ears up, he could hear the muffled sounds of what seemed to be the Runkle's couple fighting.
 
"So, what are you doing ?" Eric resumed his attention as he asked.
 
Stuart leaned against the side of a street lamp as he adopted a small adult-like appearance and said: "I pretended to run away from home."
 
"You pretended ?"
 
"Yeah, that way when they realize I'm gone, they'll stop fighting."
 
Eric also thought that the couple arguing in front of the child was a little too much, so he said: "Alright little fellow, it's dangerous to stay here at night, so come to my house."
 
"Well, thanks Eric."
 
Eric parked his car, opened the door to his house and let the little guy in.

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the road to become a Hollywood legend.

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ATTENTION!

This is not an original novel, all rights in this story belong to JUST DO.

The translation of most chapters is done by: Elawn, Nano4bots and Sissy That Walk.

My translation will start where they have left it, my translation may not be as good as theirs but I would like it much more people to know more about this story that I liked so much.

I WANT THAT I LIKE THIS HISTORY A LOT, BUT I DO NOT AGREE TO A LOT OF THE BEHAVIORS BOTH OF THE PROTAGONIST AND SOME CHARACTERS. IN THIS HISTORY CHARACTERS OF REAL LIFE APPEAR AND I DO NOT ASSURE THAT THE DATA PROVIDED IN THIS HISTORY WILL BE TRUE.

A garçonete disse a Lucilli com um sorriso embaraçoso, mas educado: "Esse senhor mascarado está certo, nosso restaurante aqui, a culinária é de primeira linha em Nova York e o preço é muito alto". Acessível para as pessoas. "

　　Sr. Mascarado?

　　Kyle estava com vergonha, mas também, ele nem tirou o chapéu e os óculos de sol, então era muito estranho comer dentro de casa.

　　Ele pensou e perguntou: "Você tem uma sala privada aqui?"

　　"A sala parou?" A garçonete congelou e respondeu rapidamente: "Desculpe, embora nosso restaurante tenha algumas salas privadas, ele precisa ser reservado com uma semana de antecedência e deve ser um VIP desse restaurante para marcar uma consulta."

　　"Tão problemático." Kyle franziu a testa levemente.

　　"Bem, apenas almoce, apenas consiga comê-lo", disse Lucilli suavemente.

　　A garçonete do lado ficou sem palavras por um tempo, os outros convidados vieram aqui pela atmosfera e pela atmosfera, e os dois chegaram ao restaurante como se fossem refeições regulares.

　　Ela estava um pouco cética se o homem mascarado nessa mesa poderia arcar com as despesas de consumo da última refeição.

　　Lucilli simplesmente pediu um bife, e Kyle pediu mais alguns pratos ocidentais e vinho tinto. A garçonete também confirmou deliberadamente o nome de cada prato durante o período, por medo de ter interpretado mal o preço.

　　Depois que a garçonete saiu, Kyle deu de ombros e tirou o grande chapéu na cabeça, revelando um cabelo loiro brilhante.

　　"Sr. Mascarado ..." Lucilli cobriu a boca e sorriu, seus olhos sorridentes cresceram como crescentes, e ela era extremamente notável na aparência. Ela foi atraída por vários cavalheiros que jantam ao redor, mas seus parceiros  Lucilli prontamente pegou de volta.

　　Kyle disse desamparado: "Olhe para você rindo. Se você quiser comer aqui no futuro, eu vou ajudá-lo com um cartão VIP e você pode vir aqui com frequência".

　　"Apenas não faça." Lucilli recusou resolutamente. Se ela não tivesse comprado os ingredientes dessa vez, preferiria deixar Kyle na sala e aproveitar o tempo quente de ficar sozinha.

　　Se é sabido que o próprio Kyle está ao lado dele, estima-se que as mulheres que comem elegantemente neste restaurante ficam loucas por isso, e até largam diretamente o companheiro e dão uma piscadela.

　　Isso não é exagerado por Lucilli.
No ano anterior, Kyle, longe do segundo lugar (Steve Rogers), foi eleito como amante dos sonhos das mulheres americanas número 1 por três vezes os votos.

　　Em menos de quatro meses este ano, Kyle ocupou com firmeza o primeiro lugar e classificou com sucesso o homem perfeito nas garotas de Nova York e no banquete feminino de uma noite.

　Lucilli ,também tem um pequeno círculo social durante a semana: algumas de suas amigas, sempre que estão relacionadas aos vídeos promocionais, revistas e jornais de Kyle, serão as primeiras a comprar e se exibir.

　　É concebível o quão poderosa é a personalidade de Kyle no continente americano, especialmente em Nova York, EUA.

　　Enquanto Kyle e Lucilli estavam esperando para servir, um homem de meia idade de terno entrou às pressas no refeitório e acenou para o músico para parar o violino. Ele caminhou até o centro do restaurante e imediatamente chamou a atenção de muitos clientes.

　　"Senhoras e senhores, lamento incomodá-los." ​​O homem de meia-idade fez uma mesura e pediu desculpas primeiro, e depois disse educadamente: "No New York Times, que foi publicado com urgência, havia uma informação importante afetando o país. Jornais, espero que você leia as informações mais recentes. "

　　"Chefe Henry, de nada. O que aconteceu?"

　　"A Alemanha não está apenas derrotada e nosso exército voltou triunfantemente."

　　"Esta manhã, ouvi alguém ainda ver o general Kyle na rua."

　　"Realmente falso?"

　　Os convidados conversaram baixinho, e Henry sacudiu a cabeça pesadamente e disse aos convidados: "Vamos ver por si mesmo".

　　Depois de falar, mais de uma dúzia de garçons, cada um segurava uma pilha de jornais e os distribuiu rapidamente a cada hóspede.

　　Kyle também assumiu o garçom do New York Times.
De acordo com as circunstâncias normais, os melhores restaurantes não interrompem facilmente os convidados para comer, mas só podem dizer que o impacto dessa mensagem de emergência durante a guerra foi muito grande.

　　A capa da primeira página do New York Times é uma foto de oficiais alemães inclinando a cabeça para assinar um acordo de rendição, que também mostra que, como o principal estado em guerra que desencadeou a Segunda Guerra Mundial, a Alemanha se retirará completamente da Segunda Guerra Mundial.

　　O campo de batalha europeu está completamente calmo.

　　Esse é o fato de que o relatório da batalha foi resolvido há muito tempo, não surpreendeu Kyle, o maior herói da batalha, e fez com que o rosto do dono do restaurante fosse pesado.

　　Kyle voltou-se para a página seguinte do New York Times.A segunda página da impressão parecia um pouco áspera e aleatória, como uma reportagem temporária.

　　A capa em preto e branco é uma cena de pessoas de meia-idade e idosas deitadas em uma cama de hospital com os olhos fechados para sempre e adormecendo.

　　Ao redor da cama, mais de uma dúzia de deputados e o general Chester estavam ao lado da cama, com pesadas condolências.

　　Artigo de notícias intitulado 'Franklin Rost, que morreu repentinamente nesta manhã aos 62 anos, é o presidente reeleito mais longo'

　　Vendo isso, Kyle ficou chocado e finalmente entendeu por que o rosto do dono do restaurante estava pesado e preocupado.

　　O fim crucial da Segunda Guerra Mundial é a morte do presidente em exercício devido a uma doença, o que causou um grande impacto no país e na guerra mundial!

　　"A Segunda Guerra Mundial deve terminar o mais rápido possível. Se você continuar, pode haver uma mudança ..." Kyle estreitou os olhos e assumiu a liderança para encontrar o ponto principal desta mensagem.

　　Quando a União Soviética estava na aliança, enviou super agentes para fazer todo tipo de coisa. Agora é hora do imperador dos EUA lidar com a mudança de presidente. Se a guerra continuar, o padrão da Segunda Guerra Mundial poderá ser alterado novamente!

　　Kyle se lembrou de repente, quando o general Chester atendeu na base militar de Nova York na noite passada, ele ficou tão inquieto.

　　"Kyle."Lucilli deixou cair o jornal na mão e seus olhos caíram ansiosamente sobre Kyle do outro lado da mesa.

　　"Está tudo bem." Kyle sorriu calmamente e disse suavemente: "É uma pena que essas raras férias de lazer ainda não tenham começado, e estima-se que acabará."

　　O retorno dos heróis de guerra ao exército pode inspirar o moral dos soldados da linha de frente e pode ser considerado como cumprindo seus deveres como principal general no final.

　　Mais importante, ele deve acelerar o final da Segunda Guerra Mundial!

　　Por causa da continuação da guerra mundial, Kyle não conseguiu ganhar tempo, e somente quando o mundo retornasse à estabilidade e estabilidade seria benéfico começar a treinar o poder de sua própria família.

　　Somente quando a guerra terminar, todos os planos relacionados ao futuro poderão ser preparados para expansão.

"Senhorita, peça seu bife, use-o lentamente." A garçonete apresentou o bife quente na mesa e Lucilli mordeu o lábio inferior, desinteressada e apetitosa.

　　"Você pode ter certeza. Agora não há nada no campo de batalha que possa ameaçar minha vida. Afinal, sou Kyle!" Kyle sorriu confortavelmente, ergueu o cálice e levantou a cabeça para beber o copo de vinho tinto .

　　

Um homem É mandado para o mundo de The witcher ele terá que aprender a como ser um bruxa se quiser viver em um mundo hostil e cheio de perigo

Drop him off the building, let him die, cause a commotion 

it wasn't like I hadn't killed before and I wasn't planning on being a good guy but if life permitted then maybe I would save one or two people

I would like to drop him and so I did and left directly after that hoping that Peter had left and he had 

I had school tomorrow and in order for me to graduate I would have to attend it 

well that wasn't really the reason I was going to school I just wanted to meet some people here and there 

I also needed to practice my fighting so that was also a thing but I don't think they have a training school for people who could move faster than 2,000 Miles per hour 

Even if they did I'm pretty sure I would have no near the right amount of money

That brought him to the topic of money, something of which he had none of

even the house he was living in right now was being rented with the money his parents left 

The best Legal way he could earn money was by Gambling at a Local Casino 

or 

He could rob a bank 

but then people would be quite curious where the money had come from 

the only problem with gambling was that I would need to go Las Vegas or something because I knew that the Casinos in New York weren't that big 

and I didn't want to Gamble 

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if he was right then the distance from New York to Las Vegas was 2,233 Miles 
by Air travel meaning that if he could fly then he would make it there in less then 5 seconds 

but the problem with that is that 
1. I couldn't Fly 
2. even if I could I didn't know the directions 

at times like these, it would be quite useful to have Google but nevermind Google I didn't even have a Phone 

thinking about it clearly, there was, in fact, another way to earn money and that was to Rob a Bank 

yes I know this had already been a variable but what if I just came up with an excuse to where I got the money 

or just rob the bank in a nearby city and keep it there most of it in a fake bank account 

But for this he would need to start in New York 

He could take a cab or bus but I was pretty sure I didn't have the money to pay for a 37 hour Drive 

and just like that I made my way to my house to change for my first night in New York

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