This diary is the journal of a person involved in the incident known as Deleted 700. From the style and hints given in this diary, experts say that the victim was likely a young female. There is no solid way to verify this though, as the author and all 700 other people have seemingly vanished. Experts also claim that the conjecture that they were all deleted, based on the description of deletion in the text, is most likely wrong. This diary has been vital in our attempt to educate ourselves on Deleted 700 and has provided much of the current knowledge we have.

We are sharing with you so that we may honor her final wish. That everybody who reads this may know that she existed and that she meant something.

Chapter 4. Essay competition (2)

On Friday, everyone in the school was more excited than usual. It wasn't just one class but the whole school was excited about the idea to leave early.

There were many students who had already made plans to go to karaoke or a movie with their friends. Several couples had also made plans to go on dates.

It was like nobody cared about the essay competition. It was just a trivial matter for them.

"It looks like winning would be easy."

Kei said to Ren while standing besides him.

"It looks like you have prepared hard for the contest."

"Yeah, I am reading and writing different types of essays for a week now."

Kei said looking a little proud of himself.

"Why are even giving this much value to a essay competition?"

"I told you right, I just wanted to give writing a chance."

"Do you really think you can win this competition?"

"I don't know. I will only know after the competition."

"Yeah, well good luck for the competition."

"Good luck to you too."

Kei said as he indulged himself in a book. It was a light novel to be exact.

Various people will think that Kei was being carefree, reading a light novel before the competition but only Ren knew that Kei had a habit of reading light novels whenever he is nervous.

Ren also didn't disturb him and started glancing around the classroom.

He noticed that most of the students had already decided what to write and some were discussing what to write with their friends.

They all had excited expressions not because of the essay competition but because they will be able to leave early today.

At that moment, the door opened and the teacher entered with a stack of papers.

The entire class fell silent seeing Shiki sensei entering the classroom. The essay competition was basically a test, requiring every homeroom teacher to oversee their respective classes.

"Take one and pass it to the person behind you. You may begin as soon as you receive your paper." 

Shiki sensei said as he passed the papers. Ren received the paper from the person in his front.

The paper was white and there were topics to choose between for the essay. There were various topics like friends, family, teachers, love, school, animals etc.

'What do I choose?'

Ren wasn't able to choose between the topics. He wasn't taking the essay competition seriously in the first place but he didn't knew what you write.

He glanced around at the classroom only to notice that excluding him, all the classmates were writing. Even Kei was writing something.

Some students were also whispering among themselves asking each other what they are going to write about. Shiki sensei didn't say anything to their behaviour.

He wasn't known for being strict in the first place, so he just let them do it.

Ren glanced around at his paper trying to find a topic he wanted to write about. As he was searching for a topic, he vision got struck on a topic at the very corner of the paper.

'Genius.'

It was a topic that didn't stand out much and Ren knew that many people will not write about this topic.

But Ren felt a connection to this word. It was a word that was stuck closely to his previous life.

Thinking about that word, Ren had a sudden impulse to write. It was a entirely different feeling. At first, he didn't take the competition seriously but now he just wanted to write.

It was a impulsive feeling to write but Ren didn't do anything about it. Before he knew it, he had a pen in his hand and his hands were writing something.

It's been quite a few days since he had came to this world but Ren hadn't write about anything. 

He knew that he had said that he will start his second life as a author if he got the chance but after coming to this world, Ren didn't have a impulse to write.

He didn't wanted to write anything half-assed only to fail again. He also wanted to take sometime to adjust to his new life.

Another reason was that he wanted to relax for sometime. In his previous life, he was continuously working, so he wanted to relax for a bit.

He also needed time to adjust to his new life. Due to these reasons, he hadn't wrote anything after coming to this world.

You could even say he hadn't found anything to write about yet but as soon as he saw the word 'Genius', the words immediately started coming out and before he knew it, he had already written on most of the paper.

"Time is up. Submit your paper quickly."

As he was writing, he heard Shiki sensei voice which woke him up from his writing trance. 

Ren glanced around the classroom and noticed that most of the students had already left the classroom. The classroom was empty and there were only four people including Shiki sensei.

First one was Ren, second was Kei and the third was a student sitting in the first bench of the first row.

Ren wasn't able to see his face as he was still writing.

"Didn't you three hear me? I said that time was finished."

Shiki sensei shouted again and this time finally everyone stopped writing.

Kei and the student sitting in the front row hastily gave their papers to Shiki sensei and after taking their paper, Shiki sensei looked towards Ren.

"Amano, your paper."

"Ha….here."

Ren stood up as he hastily gave his paper to Shiki sensei. He didn't wanted to submit his paper as he had not completed it but he had no choice as the time was finished.

As soon as Ren submitted his paper, Shiki sensei left the classroom with the same stack of papers he had entered the classroom with, the only difference was that this time the papers were filled with words.

"Did your essay went well?"

Kei asked him as he came close to him.

"I don't know how it went but I wrote with my heart."

"My essay also went well. I am just worried about it's ending. I don't have enough time to complete it."

"What did you write about?"

"Oh, I wrote about dreams."

Ren didn't remember about that topic but there were a lot of topics and he didn't remember all of them.

"You unexpectedly stayed till the end, huh."

"What do you mean?" Ren asked confusingly.

"I mean, I thought you will just write something half-assed and left like the other students and I will be the only one left till the end."

"Well, I just wrote what came to my mind and you know, there is another person who stayed till the end."

Ren said as he glanced at the other boy who stayed till the end.

"Ah, that's Minami Ryuu."

"You know about him."

Kei looked at Ren with a confused expression as he said.

"How can you not know about him when you are in the same class and he is also very popular."

"Popular? Is he famous."

"Famous? That word isn't enough to describe him. He is super famous. He is handsome, his grades are one of the top and he always excels at sports. He is one of the most famous student in the school."

"Really?"

Ren again glanced at Minami who was packing his bag and preparing to leave.

'I admit he's handsome.'

He was indeed handsome. With brown hair and a sharp and handsome face, he indeed looked fairly handsome. 

"I wonder why that person stayed till the end."

"Maybe, he's interesting in writing."

When Ren said that, Kei had a weird expression as he said.

"It could be that but he is always with his group of friends and there are also rumours about him dating various girls. That type of person would rather spend his time going to karaoke with his friends than writing."

"I wonder but it isn't our place to pay attention to. Let's go home."

"Yeah, do you want to come to my house to play the new dating sim."

"No, I have something to do today."

Fame, wealth, prestige, genius, destruction, despair, loss and failure.

Those are the eight words which describes Ren's life completely.

He was hailed as a genius but his arrogance led him to despair. From a genius, he became a failure.

He was just struggling with his life when fate gave him a second chance.

Now, what will he do after he found himself waking up in another world.

The celestial emperor of immortal beasts was reincarnated as a black snake in a desolate era which cultivators, demons and devils fought fiercely to become true immortals and have lived as long as the heavens themselves...
  In this world ruled by mortals wu yu will find a way to ascend the heavens and even transcend them, follow him on his journey as he takes back his throne as a primordial emperor.
  ...
  Ima say this so no one goes crazy- I am not the best writer but I will try to improve however I can, but the more I write the better I will get, if you have any ideas to make the story better plz leave them down in the comments

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Although the aristocratic families of Dongqing were becoming more and more outrageous, it was undeniable that the children of the aristocratic families indeed had some skills.
"Each age brings forth new genius in this noble land." The deputy examiner sighed. "The young generation has really replaced the old. These young people are really terrific. They're the pillars of the country." He was seated next to Liu She and spoke with emotion. What he said was confirmed by a few others.
"If not, why are they called the young talents? The world will be theirs very soon. It's good to be young. After a few years, old people like us may have to retire in favor of talent. The young people these days make other people jealous." A revered Confucius scholar spoke. The hair on his temples was snowy white and his face was covered with wrinkles, but his skin was ruddy and he looked quite sharp.
The assessment was held once every three years. It was a very important day for Dongqing.
Although Liu She was the head examiner, there were more than ten deputy examiners beside him. They were either senior ministers in the palace, famous figures, or revered Confucius scholars who were overflowing with knowledge. Their seniority was all higher than that of Liu She, but he hated it the most when they took advantage of their seniority.
A few of them sighed with emotion. He secretly snorted in his heart and sneered coldly. Even a pig would walk with its two hooves when it was given a lot of resources, let alone people.
The other assessments were about to end. The atmosphere at the assessment venue had livened up. With the urging of several deputy examiners, Liu She got up from the ta and pulled out a scroll from his sleeves. Two servants went forward and removed the scroll's seal. Then, it was displayed and hung on the shelf.
Upon seeing the scroll, all the scholars kept their spirits. The highlight of the assessment that day had arrived.
Seeing the vigorous touches and fine strokes of the word displayed on the scroll, they were all confused. They were either frowning and pondering or secretly reciting the word…
"People!" That was the only word on the scroll. It was also the question for the assessment.
To say it in common terms, it was a composition with an assigned topic. The examiner would give a question and the students would answer with their own creativity.
There was no limit to the number of words and there was no restriction on the format of the content and subject matter, as long as the theme––"people"––was discussed. The governance of people, farming, commodity trading, and education were all examples related to the theme… It seemed easy, but the theme was actually very difficult to tackle.
First of all, the topic was too broad and a lot could be written on it. Because of that, it was extremely difficult to write an excellent and incisive essay that could make people introspect and express their admiration, as well as be accepted by Liu She. Most of them went for moderation.
Secondly, most of them were the sons of the aristocratic families, which had very decent backgrounds. They did not visit brothels and did not have much contact with the people. Most of their knowledge came from books. They would easily engage in false and empty talk if they were careless. How were they going to start?
It was not difficult for them to submit to the task. What was difficult was how to be outstanding and beat the others!
Of course, Jiang Pengji saw the question. She frowned. Liu She's question could either be said as easy or very difficult. It was really a bit tricky.
The Chinese character for the word "people" originated from the Chinese characters for the words "corpse" and "family name."
The word "corpse" could be described as the inability of the body to move; it had the implicit meaning of not migrating and not moving. "Family name" referred to a country and its clans. The combination of the two was "people."
Using divergent thinking, not only could the word "people" be interpreted as people, but also the national economy and the people's livelihood.
Connecting those two points, the basic necessities of life, which were related to people, could be included in one's thinking as well. Topics related to the national economy and the people's livelihood, like education and prospering the country, could also be used as a starting point… More importantly, after giving the question, Liu She did not give any other hints, so the students were very confused.
If one knew Liu She's personal preference, it would help the students in pondering about the key points so they could cater to his taste.
Many scholars were in a difficult position. Upon seeing the situation, although the deputy examiners had objections, they did not say them out.
Liu She cared about the people and the people's livelihood. He was a pragmatic person. What more could they say?
Wei Ci slightly curled his lips upon seeing the question.
He was very sure that there was something wrong with Liu She. However, in general, he was not that annoyed.
The question had been given and it was not good for the scholars to exchange ideas and discuss it among each other. Many examiners were staring at them from above, so they could only rely on their own skills.
While others were still thinking about Liu She's preference, a few scholars rubbed the ink stick on an inkstone, laid out their paper, and started writing.
Liu She scanned the situation with his eyes. The students who had started writing were basically the choice of people he had expected. He could not help but heave a sigh of relief secretly.
There was a reason that people went down in history with their abilities. Their talents could not be admired, nor could they be envied.
He walked around a little and glanced at their writing desks. He could not help but nod.
The question he gave was indeed very broad, but as long as it was related to the word "people," they would not stray away from the topic. Instead of greedily wanting to present countless content in a few short pages, which would result in the essay not being sufficient, it was better to take a subject and emphasize on it. Using a subject to point out the essence of the topic was the principle.
Of course, understanding the principle was one thing; it was another thing if one could write the real thing.
Some people already understood Liu She's intentions, but they realized that they could not write something real once they started writing.
According to their analysis about Liu She, he was considered as a man of action. What was the use of flattering him in an exaggerated manner? He might care more about those who knew about agriculture and irrigation, as well as those who were hardworking.
Of course, those people had self-knowledge. Most people just shrugged it off. No one would not like to listen to flattering words. What was wrong with writing the essay in an ornamental way? It would be fine as long as the head examiner felt comfortable reading it… Therefore, there were still fools who liked to show off their intelligence and vocabulary.
Among the many scholars, Liu She cared most about a few of Master Yuan Jing's disciples. They were pretty much what he expected. Judging from the content of the essay alone, the temperament of the people could actually be explored as well.
The only one that surprised him was Wei Ci.
The fourth disciple of Master Yuan Jing… did not seem to be like what Amin said. He only had looks.
Cheng Jing was steady and pragmatic. He paid attention to agriculture and irrigation. Han Yu was upright and open-minded. His article related to criminal law. Lu Zheng seemed average, but as he elaborated further on his essay, he directly pointed out the corrupt practices in Dongqing and spoke out on behalf of the people… However, Wei Ci…
Looking at his appearance alone, he looked like a piece of jade. He was aloof, but he had the gentleness of a gentleman. They were oddly balanced.
However, his essay was… quite jarring. Even if Liu She appreciated his essay very much, he could not have given him a very high score. That was not the way to look for trouble!
He seemed to naively hope that everyone could get an education. He even gave a lot of real suggestions and plans.
Liu She twisted his lips. Wei Ci was not afraid of getting into trouble, so he provoked the authority of the gentries at this point of time.
Liu She secretly sighed. Wei Ci deliberately seeking trouble was the opposite of Amin's words!
However, the bad things were not over yet. In the pavilion, Jiang Pengji was watching the scholars write with their heads down. Her heart felt somewhat more at ease. That was how examinations were supposed to be.
However, she soon changed her mind.
Hiss… The sound of a fabric being torn was heard.
Wei Ci was about to use the sandalwood burner to dry the ink marks on the essay that he had completed. A scholar near him was still pondering and his face was flushed. He sometimes squinted his eyes and glared. He could not stop tearing his clothes. He was wearing some old clothes that were loosely worn. Of course, his clothes could not withstand the suffering and they were soon torn apart.
Wei Ci did not say a word.
Liu She turned his head upon hearing the sound. That Langjun had already taken off all his clothes and got up from his seat. His back was facing Liu She and his buttocks was revealed.
Liu She was speechless. I want to curse right now!


Jiang Pengji got something called the Court Intrigue Stream System.
System: "Your goal is to become the most prestigious woman in the kingdom (the Queen)!" 
Jiang Pengji: "Okay, System. No problem!"
Years later, she met the target by becoming the most prestigious woman (the Empress).
Jiang Pengji: "Well done, no?"
System: "Why the hack did you fight on horseback? I want court intrigue among the King's women!"

#how a future general wins the ancient throne
#Her man watches in silence, the System watches with tears

"How could that be?" Qiao Dongliang denied adamantly. He was not as muddleheaded as Old Ding. "But Nan Nan, you must understand, if there's peace at home everything will prosper! You should know your Mom's temper, you can't possibly ask her to apologize to you?"
They were one family, they could not possibly stay at loggerheads with each other forever?
"Even if Mom is wrong, I would still need to obey, listen to her and please her?" Her father did not seem happy when she did that in her previous life.
"I am not asking you to obey your Mom… " Qiao Dongliang had a terrible headache. If Nan Nan was to obey Old Ding in whatever she asked, the house might be even more chaotic.
"What does Dad want me to do? When Mom reprimanded me for being lazy and that I should have let sister copy my essay, I did not even say a word. Dad, am I not submissive enough? Which areas should I improve on? You can tell me and I will change." Qiao Nan spoke in an exceptionally calm voice, in a composed manner that was beyond people her age.
The more Qiao Nan appeared to be calm and composed, the more Qiao Dongliang felt guilty.
Qiao Dongliang used to think that as children, they were obligated to obey their parents. Since Old Ding was muddleheaded, Qiao Nan would just have to suffer in silence. 
It might sound irresponsible, but it was Nan Nan's fault to have such a mother. 
But when he looked into Qiao Nan's dark eyes, her calm and still expression halted him in his tracks. It was as if his mouth had been glued. No words came out of his mouth.
If Qiao Nan threw tantrums and cried in anguish, Qiao Dongliang could chide her for being disobedient and insensible. But Qiao Nan stayed silent all the while, Qiao Dongliang didn't know what to say.
He tried multiple times to persuade Qiao Nan, but he could not make any sound.
Given Ding Jiayi's personality, there was no way that Qiao Dongliang could persuade Qiao Nan. He had reached a dead end.
If Qiao Nan was to give in to Ding Jiayi, there would not be any chance that she could continue with her studies. She would be responsible for writing essays for Qiao Zijin to copy.
But this was against Qiao Dongliang's world views. In that case, how could he tell his daughter to obey his wife? And what exactly should she do to obey her? 
Qiao Dongliang had no answers to his own questions, he was lost in thoughts.
After a while, an upset Qiao Dongliang said in disgruntlement, "All of you have such a bad temper."
With that he returned to his room.
His wife would not listen to him, and his daughter had her own views, she would no longer listen to her parents.
He could no longer take his wife and daughter in hand.
Qiao Nan could hear the censure from Qiao Dongliang's words, she twitched her lips in self mockery. No matter what, she would no longer give in to her mother and Qiao Zijin. That was impossible! 
If her parents knew that she had done the essay incident on purpose, she wondered how her parents would react.
But Qiao Nan was not foolish. She would not admit it out of her own accord and invite trouble for herself. 
She returned to her room right after Qiao Dongliang left.
But in a while Ding Jiayi came storming in.
Without a word, Ding Jiayi searched through Qiao Nan's schoolbag, throwing all the contents onto the bed, searching through them book by book.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Was her mother so furious about Qiao Zijin's incident that she wanted to tear up her textbooks.
"Dad!" Qiao Nan knew that there was no way that she could stop her Mom, she could only shout for his help.
But Qiao Dongliang was still angry over the incident just now. Upon hearing Qiao Nan's call for him, he stayed in his room and did not utter a word.
"Let me ask you, where's your essay book?" After searching through all the books, Ding Jiayi could not find the essay book that Qiao Zijin mentioned. She demanded it from Qiao Nan, "Give your essay book to me. From now on, you are not allowed to use any of the essays in your essay book, do you understand? If there's a next time, I will not let you off. Hurry up, hand me your essay book!" 
Qiao Nan smirked at Ding Jiayi. "I don't have it!"
"Don't have it? I don't believe you. Give it to me now. If not don't blame me for being unruly!"
"Even so I do not have it with me!" Qiao Nan ran out of the room. "Dad, Mom wanted to tear up my books!"
"You wretched girl…"
"What, Old Ding!!!" Qiao Dongliang bellowed and rushed out. "Old Ding, I didn't flare up recently but that doesn't mean that I am good tempered!"
"When did I say that I want to tear up her books? I merely wanted her to give me her essay book and not to use them in future." Ding Jiayi glared at Qiao Nan furiously. This wretched girl lied to frame her.
"Dad, do you think I should hand them over?" Qiao Nan was not afraid of Ding Jiayi, she turned and asked Qiao Dongliang. 
"What's there to give, don't give them to her. There are other components besides essays in the college entrance exams. Even if Qiao Zijin could copy Qiao Nan's essay, there is no way that Qiao Nan could sit for the other exams on her behalf? You are so foolish." Qiao Dongliang chided Ding Jiayi.
"I don't care. It would be good if Zijin can do better for her essay. When you are in high school, every mark matters. I will do whatever I can to help Zijin. Besides it would not kill her to help her biological sister. Why is she so stingy? That's the only way that she can be of use at home." Ding Jiayi refused to listen to reason. 
"Come out with me." Since Qiao Dongliang could not talk reason into Ding Jiayi, he could not be bothered to talk sense into her anymore. He stepped into Qiao Nan's room and dragged Ding Jiayi out with him. "Nan Nan, keep an eye on your books in the future, if the worst comes to worst, don't bring them home."
Qiao Dongliang had no other choice. There was no way that his wife would change her ways until she had gotten what she wanted.
Qiao Dongliang had a sudden thought, it might be a good idea for Qiao Nan to put all her books elsewhere.
Nan Nan could no longer take things lightly. His wife was beyond reasons, she would go ahead to take Nan Nan's stuff without any reasons. 
Before this Qiao Dongliang was still angry at Qiao Nan. But after looking at Ding Jiayi's unruly behavior just now, all his anger had dissipated. 
Nan Nan was plain unlucky to have such a mother like Old Ding.
"Oh, I understand." Qiao Nan was relieved that Qiao Dongliang seemed to have cooled down. 
Even though her father might be fickle minded at times, but Qiao Nan knew that he was the only one in the family who would defend her. If she enraged and offended him, Qiao Nan would have an even more difficult time at home.
Qiao Dongliang dragged Ding Jiayi away after Qiao Nan's affirmative answer.


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

Deadlines were aplenty in the homestretch of the first term.

The month of August had arrived, and the feeling of weariness permeated our bodies. The stress and demands of school work had taken its toll.

Michelle and Kyla, in particular, were experiencing a delicate balancing act. Not only would they attend to their studies but also train for the first official game of the season.

If I was on their shoes, the former would have suited best. But Michelle and Kyla were on the team for a reason: to not only play basketball but also excel in academics.

Tuesday afternoon, I accompanied them to the study room. Inside, the room was full of people; some were student-athletes, the others act as tutors and managers.

"The women's basketball team would play its first game Saturday," Michelle eagerly said as she showed me the calendar. 

"So how would you carefully balance the final exams and basketball?" I inquired Michelle. "You realize how difficult it would be."

"Good question," she carefully pondered on this unfortunate predicament. "The basketball season used to commence in early July but now it starts in August, so winning games are not going to be easy this time of the year."

"But we do have Christine, remember?" Kyla gently reminded Michelle. "She is undoubtedly the brightest and most hardworking friend we've ever known, right?"

"Hey don't mention it," I answered back. "Anyway, we better support each other out in our studies. You'll be all fine as long as I have your back."

Days passed in the blink of an eye. The final week of the term was rapidly approaching.

Classes came and went. Professors announced final projects left and right.

Sleepless nights were no laughing matter. All of us must conveniently ignore the yawning, coughing and sneezing sensation just to make it through this term.

My back and hips were killing me. My head and hands were aching as well.

Yet the unbearable pain and exhaustion would be all worth it. As long as we all overcome these odds, everything would be fine.

Saturday afternoon, I was inside a huge arena in Manila surrounded by thousands of screaming fans. It was the opening ceremony of the annual inter-collegiate games, and the noise was palpable.

I came in to enthusiastically support Michelle who faithfully delivered the oath of sportsmanship. Unfortunately, her team was not scheduled to play until Sunday.

The following morning, Michelle was dressed in her basketball uniform when she showed up at the lobby with Karina. 

"How do I look?" she summoned me.

"The uniform looks tremendous," I replied back. "Your body appears lean and strong as well."

We drove to the arena a few hours before the opening tip. Upon arrival, I was immediately denied entry by the security guard.

"Only authorized personnel with an official ID is allowed here," he informed me.

Fortunately, Michelle possessed a front-row ticket for the first game of the season. She promptly gave it to me before heading to the locker room.

Inside the arena, Karina and I sat down close to the team's bench. The place was oddly quiet in the hours leading into game time.

Soon fans began packing the arena in droves. Anticipation continued to grow as they sat down on their respective seats.

The game started at around 2:00 p.m. and it was downright ugly. There were too many turnovers, missed easy field goals and fouls all over the place.

Kyla even received a vicious cut on her left eyebrow. She was struck by an unsuspecting left elbow of an opponent during a rebound battle.

Ultimately, however, Michelle's team chalked up the first victory of the season. They won by only six points.

Michelle managed only ten points but her 16 assists made the difference. Kyla wound up scoring 13 markers herself.

The game was so intense and hard-fought I almost lost my voice in the final seconds. But all that screaming was still worth it.

Michelle's next game would not take place until the following Saturday. For now, though, her team joyously celebrated their initial win.

Monday morning, Claire and I were working diligently on our philosophy essay when Kyla suddenly showed up. 

"Your eyebrow," Claire uttered with anxious concern. "Does it still hurt?"

"Don't worry about it," Kyla resolutely answered. "This was just a minor injury."

With our laptops on hand, we concentrated on explaining a notable quote from Confucius.

"The more man mediates upon good thoughts the better will be his world and the world at large." 

It was a 300-word final essay with which our professor carefully instructed to the class. Luckily he allowed us to assist each other out as long as we did not plagiarize our papers.

For the next few hours, Claire, Kyla and myself worked on the long yet puzzling essay. Extensive research was only secondary to personal opinion so we genuinely tried our best to figure out the simple yet puzzling quote.

Later that afternoon, Michelle and I visited Ella's room and worked collaboratively on another 300-word essay for film production. The essay centered on the 'Star Wars' series of films.

"This is a very tough one," Ella commented on the matter. "Who here watched 'Star Wars' before?"

"Why did you ask?" Michelle reasonably questioned.

"Regrettably I did not grow up a 'Star Wars' fan," Ella responded. "My preference was on romantic comedy films."

"To be honest, 'Star Wars' already has about ten titles that watching them all could waste our time," I voiced my personal concern to Michelle and Ella. "We can just look at the spoilers and figure it out."

For the remainder of the afternoon, Michelle, Ella and myself worked on the essay. But as the brilliant sun started to set, our stomachs grumbled with hunger. 

Fortunately, Ella took out some fast food at a nearby restaurant. After stuffing ourselves with sweet spaghetti and fried chicken, we promptly resumed our essay.

By 9:00 p.m., the project was completed. I was relieved to see a tedious and arduous day come to a close, but there was still plenty more to go.

Group projects on television and video production were still on the horizon. So was the final essay on photography, one that centered on night life.

The final stretch only gets more difficult.

Christine, a 22-year-old college student, decides to open a blog and write a story about her tormented past.

As a young child, Christine was constantly abused and mocked by her classmates for her nearsightedness and portly complexion. To make matters worse, she was left to live with her aunt after her mother was assigned to work overseas and her father became too preoccupied in his work as a doctor.

This story is about a young woman's pursuit towards positivity and joy amid these turbulent times. For Christine, all she wants now is to face her fears and overcome them one by one.

Zhu Yi turned into the appearance of the Literary Taiji Diagram and revealed his Immortal Soul Avatar. His aura became more mighty, majestic and mystical.
On the Taiji Diagram, Yi Daoist talismans kept on flashing. Zhu Hongwu couldn't keep any more secrets in front of Zhu Yi anymore.
"The way of karma explains the reasoning behind all matter, while the Great Heavenly Mantra carries the will of countless Dao concepts. As they combine and infuse within the Spellbook of Emperor Tai, they decide the destiny of all life in the Heavens and Earth." Zhu Yi understood Zhu Hongwu's Martial Way concept very soon, as well as the path he took to form his Immortal Soul Third Level.
Zhu Yi's voice resonated from the Literary Taiji Diagram at this point, "Your idea is decent. But it's a pity that the Heaven's Gate mantras are all connected to the Great Dao in the Heavens. They have no intention of bowing down to divine beings and Buddhas and have absolutely no intention of letting others determine their destiny."
"It's the same with Buddhism – the will lies in the cultivator. If one understands Buddhism, he can become a Buddha too. That's why the Buddha didn't leave his golden form for others to worship."
"Emperor Tai's mantras are indeed domineering and has the desire to control everything. You hope to use Emperor Tai's mantra to combine both Buddhism and Heaven's Gate mantras together, so that they can be infused within your fist. It's a good idea, but it's a pity that the Spellbook of Emperor Tai is not above the Great Heavenly Mantra and Great Thunderclap Temple's Buddhist spells."
Zhu Yi said casually, "Your attempt might be successful, but it doesn't signify a perfect fusion of the three mantras."
"Father, I thought you wanted to educate me? But it's a pity that you're not that knowledgeable yourself. You didn't figure out the reasoning behind properly. Allow me to teach you instead."
As the Taiji Literary Diagram revolved, the four spiritual animals combined together and turned into a huge, circular ring. This ring trapped Zhu Hongwu and a huge power of suppression was exerted. It was much more powerful than the Celestial Qilin Mantra earlier.
What was even more terrifying was that there were many light projections around the circular ring.
A golden Buddha sat in the northern direction, while a half-black and half-white, blurry human figure sat in the southern direction. In the east, there was a watchful, mighty and domineering royal ruler. Last but not least, there was a priest who donned a spell robe sitting in the western direction.
The four light projections sank into the ring. As the ring expanded, it seemed to explain the principle and rhythm of the workings of everything in the Heavens and Earth. It was extremely magical and a boundless power could be felt.
It was the Four Appearances Sky Formation turned from the fusion of the powers of the four spiritual animals. The Four Appearances Sky Formation was much stronger now than it was in the past.
The ring trapped Zhu Hongwu in the middle before it kept on shrinking. It blocked out the surrounding space and sealed Zhu Hongwu within.
Zhu Hongwu's brows raised and his brutal fist momentum didn't stop. He shook the entire ring and was about to crush it.
But at this point, streaks and streaks of bright, light rays and black lines burst out from Zhu Yi's Literary Taiji Diagram. They landed on the top and bottom of the ring, before they started to weave.
Zhu Yi's Four Appearances Sky Formation combined with his Great Boundaries of the Celestial Light and Darkness Mandala at this point and formed an extremely strong boundary that sealed Zhu Hongwu in.
The spectators were all extremely appalled as they witnessed this horrifying scene.
The Luofu Holy Man's brows creased slightly, "The Great Zhou Marquis of Xuanwu Zhu Hongwu has only formed the Immortal Soul Third Level, but his powers are indeed frightening. Not to even mention some Cardinal Tribulations Beginning Stage cultivators, some of the demons who have experienced the tribulations only a few times may not even be his match with their true form.
"Zhu Yi's powers are indeed outrageous. Even without the Higan Golden Bridge, he can still seal Zhu Hongwu with his Immortal Soul First Level mastery!"
The Vast Sea Swordmaster's expression turned extremely serious, "I heard that his junior, the Extreme Dao Eminent Wang Lin, managed to slay the Zhujian Grand Sage even without a destiny-level magic treasure with him. It seems like the Four Heroes of the Celestial Sect truly live up to their name."
Shi Zongtang's gaze moved a little, "Zhu Hongwu doesn't seem to have given his all yet. Victory is still unknown."
As he was thinking, the spiritual altar that sealed Zhu Hongwu started to jerk tremendously. It seemed like it could be crushed anytime.
Zhu Hongwu's gaze was extremely cold as he stood within the spiritual altar. He struck his fist heavily on the spiritual altar that sealed him in.
The spiritual altar started to appear with cracks and Zhu Hongwu stared at Zhu Yi coldly, "A moment of imprudence left me in your trap, but don't think that you can seal me with this little trick of yours. It would be the biggest joke in the world!"
The Literary Taiji Diagram spun in void space at this moment and turned back to Zhu Yi's look again. Zhu Yi moved in space and came above the spiritual altar. He directly sat cross-legged on top of the spiritual altar.
In his eyes, Yi Daoist talismans continued to revolve slowly. Zhu Yi said slowly, "You've a scheme and conserved your powers. It seems like you want to drag this out with me. Are you preparing to do something? It's a pity that I saw through your ploy."
"I can't seal you if you unleash your full powers. But it's a pity that you don't have such a chance anymore. Whatever you're preparing, I'm afraid you've lost the opportunity to do so too."
As Zhu Yi spoke, he used his finger to act as a brush. He extended his hand and wrote in void space. Literary words formed by the intersection of light and darkness created an essay. It was the Essay of the Sages that he wrote during the imperial examination many years ago.
Zhu Yi wrote chapter by chapter, which landed on the spiritual altar that sealed Zhu Hongwu. They formed another layer of seal, and rings connected with one another. This prevented Zhu Hongwu from escaping.
Zhu Hongwu shouted in a deep voice, "How dare you, unfilial son!"
His eyes shone with a fierce radiance as he struck his fist. His pores shook with a miraculous rhythm.
Following this rhythm, the air flashed with radiances and formed many literary words.
These words were extremely weird, as they were different from any other words that could be found in the world. Such words had never appeared in the history of humans before.
Even the demons communicated using runes that had vastly different words from these words in front of Zhu Hongwu.
However, these words carried a spectacular aura. Zhu Yi noticed the changes in the spiritual altar. He lowered his head to look at these words and the Yi Daoist talismans in his eyes brightened up, "Father, your education wasn't also for nothing. You've actually managed to create new words."
"These words are indeed very imposing. Are you trying to create a new language for all the divine beings and Buddhas in the world?"
Zhu Yi's finger didn't stop and he continued to write his Essay of the Sages. "Creating new words is a noble thing, but it's a pity that your foundation is weak. You haven't even comprehended the existing knowledge that you have. Don't even think of doing something like this. You're just wasting your efforts."
Zhu Hongwu said quietly, "Unfilial son, don't try to demean me. When my creation is completed, I will break your seal and kill you."
These brand-new, weird words gathered together and formed an essay. This essay burst towards the spiritual altar that sealed Zhu Hongwu.
The immense power contained within seemed to enchant the rulers of the Heavens and Earth. It opened up new worlds and ruled over countless divine beings and Buddhas. There was an eternal nobility to it.
This immense power resonated with Zhu Hongwu's fist and formed an even greater force. The sealed spiritual altar was attacked very heavily and was about to be crushed.
"Unfilial son, I can see that your powers are slowly depleting even though you've sealed me. They are depleting even faster than mine. When I break through this seal, you can only surrender to me considering that your powers are already naturally weaker than mine." Zhu Hongwu stared at Zhu Yi. The both of them looked at each other through the spiritual altar, "I shall cleanse the family today!"
Zhu Yi stared at Zhu Hongwu too. He appeared confident and didn't appear to be anxious at all, "I've told you before that I'm fully aware of what you're doing. You're trying to stall for time. Why do you think I'm stalling for time along with you?"
Zhu Hongwu's brows raised suddenly, whereas Shi Zongtang and the others around were also jolted to their senses by Zhu Yi's words.
Although they hadn't sparred Zhu Yi personally before, they roughly knew the style of Lin Feng's disciples by now.
Everyone knew that Zhu Yi was always very meticulous and sharp. If the situation allowed, he always finished his opponent quickly and cleanly.
Although Zhu Hongwu didn't use the Great Heavenly Wheels today, Zhu Yi continued to prolong the battle with Zhu Hongwu. He didn't take the initiative and use his Higan Golden Bridge.
While Zhu Hongwu revealed his capability slowly, Zhu Yi also tackled him move by move. This was a little deviant from Zhu Yi's usual style.
At the beginning, everyone believed that his decision was affected because Zhu Hongwu was his father. But now it seemed like that wasn't the case at all.
The first person to realize this was Zhu Hongwu. But he was glad to stall for more time. He waited for Liang Pan's arrangements to be completed. But now it seemed like Zhu Yi was about to succeed first.
Zhu Hongwu was cautious of Zhu Yi after realizing he was stalling for time too. This caused him to turn imprudent and resulted in his entrapment by Zhu Yi.
Zhu Hongwu was bothered that he had slowly captured what Zhu Yi was thinking.
"You unfilial son, you…" Zhu Hongwu stared at Zhu Yi. A light spot flew out from Zhu Yi's forehead and rose to the Nine Heavens. A huge crack tore apart in the Heavens and the nine luminaries shone extremely brightly!
Everyone was stunned, "That's the Nine Luminaries Heaven-Crushing Formation?!"
The Nine Luminaries Heaven-Crushing Formation was not at its peak state even though it had been restored. But it guided the immense powers of the luminaries, which helped to stabilize the seal as it supplemented the spiritual altar under Zhu Yi's control.
Whereas Zhu Yi completed his Essay of the Sages. The last paragraph of the essay only had one word.
Yi.
After writing this last word, Zhu Yi's brush didn't stop. He immediately wrote a second essay.
The first word of the second essay was 'Yi'!
Zhu Yi's surrounding aura transformed as he started writing the second essay. It started to undulate frighteningly.
The first thing that Zhu Hongwu realized was, "You overcame your psychological barrier through battling me, and you're about to form the Immortal Soul Second Level now?!"
Zhu Yi replied, "You're right. My barrier is not about defeating you. That's what I must do. It's not a barrier."
"When I fought with you, my barrier was already broken. Stalling for time managed to adjust my understanding of mantras. Now that it's all done, I'm able to seal you."
"But you don't have to be anxious. When I finish here, we can have a good talk."
Everyone was stunned, "He's playing with fire here. He's using Zhu Hongwu, who's stronger than him, to hone his powers!"
Zhu Hongwu's expression changed slightly inside the spiritual altar. As he roared, the Great Heavenly Wheels appeared!
But at the same time, a majestic golden bridge also appeared. This golden bridge continued to suppress and seal Zhu Hongwu!


Lin Feng travelled through worlds and even obtained an overpowered system, but he still faces a pressure as huge as a mountain. 
 
System's main quest: 
Lin Feng is to create a school; establish history’s number 1 sect and Lin Feng himself to become the number 1 founder.
 
To become history’s number 1 founder, Lin Feng started to work hard.
 
“Your name is Shi Tianhao? Natural born sovereign roots but it was stolen by your cousin? Now being raised in a little village your father placed you in? Come come come, follow your master and we’ll let those people know that justice that is owed must be returned!”
 
“Your name is Xiao Yan? A genius of the past but a loser now? Even your fiance came over to humiliate you by asking for a divorce? Come come come, follow your master and we’ll let that brat know the meaning of: don’t bully a youngster just because he’s poor!” 
 
“Your name is Zhu Yi? The son of a marquis but you’re being suppressed by your father? Your mother was a saint but she was assassinated? Come come come, follow your master and we’ll let your dad know the meaning how problems can be solved with your fists...no, with reasoning!"

Karen was shocked to see the essay on Rachel's desk as she shouted at her friends "I just tore it and threw it in the dustbin, how can it be here again."
She looked around and made sure that Rachel was not present, she picked her essay up and was about to tear it when Rachel snatched it from her hands and raising her eyebrow she said "Looking for trouble, are we." her voice was sharp and bone chilling cold which made Karen shiver for a second but then she stood for herself although she was scared "I told you I will make you pay."
Rachel gave an even more bone chilling smile as she said "Really, now that you have messed with me then let me show you what I am made of." she twisted her head a bit and looked at Karen's desk to make sure that her essay WA lying on her desk. She then picked her water bottle and marched towards her desk. Before Karen could realise what she was going to do, the water was already over her pages and the ink on it was spread badly. 
She went up to her and was about to slap her but Rachel held her hand and twisted her around with enough strength to make her shout as she said in an authoritative voice slowly word by word making it clear "Don't mess with me or I won't be this good the next time and let me warn you if you are persistent to continue YOU ARE MESSING WITH THE WRONG PERSON."
By the end her voice was enough to scare everyone in the class and all of a sudden there was complete silence which was interrupted by clapping for her.
Her gaze followed the sound and it was Kevin who was just moving closer to her. He held her by her waist, Rachel let go of Karen's hand when Kevin spoke for her "This is what you get for messing with my girl and remember I will show no mercy either if you mess with her again."
She smiled and turned around to listen to what Kevin had to say when Karen pulled her hair from behind in anger saying "How can you?"
Rachel turned around with a very swift move pinned her to the wall and splashed the remaining water in her bottle on her face and said sharply "Don't force me to beat you up or you will be hospitalized very soon."
This time she was scared, Kevin smiled at her and then opened her water bottle that lay on her desk and emptied in her bag and said mocking her "If you have sense  I think you should stop now or your life will be messed up."
She stomped her foot and got back to sit on her seat in anger thinking of something to do to her without alarming her or Kevin. 


Rachel went out with Kevin and the look on her face turned worried "What happened, why are you here, is there some problem."
Kevin simply nodded his head and didn't speak for some time while Rachel patiently waited for his reply.

Two people are forced in a marriage and they find out that they already know each other but the girl hates the person for something he did in the past. He proves his innocence and their love grows stronger as they face difficulties together. Read to find out what brings them closer and what happens next.

"Hiraoka," A firm voice called out. "I'm sure you know why I made you stay behind right?"

 

"Uhh..as much as I want to say that I do, I don't.."

 

Inside an empty classroom after school, was this young female teacher, sizing-up this low-profile student with her intimidating eyes as she continued her interrogation.

 

Her way of interrogating wasn't anything new. The way the questions were asked was way too suggestive and was clearly one-sided, there was only one answer amongst a vast variety of choices like it always was. If interrogating someone only meant forcing out a specific word from another person, then I'm pretty sure word games like Shiratori would also be considered as one.

 

Either way, seeing that kind of scene was truly sad. It made you appreciate the blissful freedom you've always taken for granted in your everyday life.

 

And like any other person, I clearly wouldn't want to be in the poor guy's shoes. But as much as I wished that I wasn't, unfortunately, it was me.

 

In front of my eyes was a female teacher around the age of who-knows-how-much, having her arms firmly crossed to assert her superiority. She had short black hair that reflected the afternoon sunlight that enveloped the after-class scene, and was wearing this sleek, blue tracksuit that gave emphasis to her well-developed figure. She was a physical-education teacher like her outfit suggests, and was also the homeroom teacher of our class, Yasuhara Hina-sensei.

 

"Oh? Are you sure you don't know what you did?" Sensei asked as she further reinforced her folded arms, causing her ubiquitous marks of adulthood to move up accordingly. What was with that sudden glimpse of heaven just now…was it intentional?

 

The way sensei's track-suit amplified her older-woman charm was very effective. Each and every fiber of her clothes' well-being had taken the shape of her adult-sized bust. Just the sight of it was enough to make me take a half-step back.

 

"U-umm...I'm pretty sure that the answer that sensei's looking for is nowhere to be found in this guy's head." I timidly replied, averting my eyes from sensei's womanly charms.

 

"What are you suppose to be, a nun? Will you die if your memories don't  get annually wiped out? I'm sorry to break it to you but science has already proven that your sad excuse isn't scientifically possible."

 

"Nah, I didn't mean it like that," I jested, swaying my hand around in denial. "I just seriously have no idea what sensei's talking about here."

 

"Ehh.." Upon hearing my response, a sullen expression clouded over sensei's face, a silent sigh managed to slip in-between her lips. "C-can't you at least take a wild guess..?"

 

"No." I bluntly replied.

 

"You brat..." Sensei mumbled in irritation. "I guess I'll just get straight to the point." Losing interest on her stupid game of charades, she drew this ominous-looking piece of paper from her desk's drawer, fixating her gaze toward the object in question as she held it up high for the whole school to see. "To change is to lose...I won't lose to society. Does that ring a bell?" She asked as she sent a sharp glare my way.

 

"Eh? Uhh..k-kinda." Indeed, those few, insignificant lines that sensei had spouted just now was awfully familiar. It brought back some long-forsaken memories from the day just before yesterday. At this point, I could already take a wild guess to why I was asked to stay behind. "That's the essay I wrote for Tomura-sensei's class if I remember correctly. What about it?"

 

"Tomura-sensei asked me to deal with this since I'm both your homeroom teacher and a guidance counselor. Tsk." At that instance, sensei's face broke into annoyance, turning to her side as she pretended to spit on the floor. We were inside a building so it's only natural that she didn't really do it. Or did she..?

 

"A-ahh, I totally get you sensei. It sucks when someone younger than you gets to boss you around like that, right?"

 

"Somewhere along those lines." Sensei paused, paying little-to-no heed to my sad attempt of diverting the topic. Too much for that ingenious plan… "Setting that dispute aside," She went on, placing my essay on her desk. "What kind of convoluted manga have you been reading lately to have the balls to show me this shallow stuff."

 

"Uhh..well, it's not like I wrote it for you to see…"

 

Sensei let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing her temple as if my words suddenly gave her a migraine. "Drop the fallacious arguments will you? You're in no position to give me that kind of response."

 

"Oh, then, I'm kinda into light novels at the moment.."

 

"Li-Light no…light novels?" Sensei repeatedly blinked, looking my way with eyes that of an innocent child that was being lectured about the birds and the bees. Even though she seemed to know about the library inside a certain magical nun's head, she had no idea what a light novel was. It looked sensei was the type who would choose the movie over the book.

 

"Uhh..It's kind of like manga, but less illustrations and more words."

 

"Mhmm, I see." Sensei nodded away in slight astonishment. "So what's with these lines that seem to be taken out of a manga?"

 

Uwaaah..it's no use. I'm not getting through this woman at all. And here I thought that I've already established my point of not reading manga recently. It was merely a misunderstanding on my part. Does this teacher even know how to listen? It feels like my words went through one ear and out of the other. Rather, they never managed to get through at all.

 

"I-it's not like I took them out of a manga or anything like that...I merely wrote what I wanted to write." I crossed my arms, averting my eyes.

 

"Is that so? I get the impression that society's some sort of evil organization that you have to take down with this essay. Just so you know, people with dead fish eyes like yours have no rights to be a protagonist of a manga."

 

Geh..could you drop the manga stuff already? Stepping on uncharted waters would only mean digging up your own grave. Also I'm pretty sure there are a number of main characters with this so-called dead fish eyes. Leave my eyes out of this dammit…

 

"S-setting manga aside, I'm not trying to play some cool main character role here. I might not look like it but I'm already past that age just so you know."

 

"I guess I'll just pretend to agree with you on that, mhmm." Sensei paused, discarding my statement with a nod. "Putting that aside, why did you submit some shallow essay like this? Do you think that being cynical is cool nowadays? If I was your classmate and I saw this piece of garbage, I'm sure I'd already given you a nickname and spread the word."

 

"..it's not like I'm being cynical or anything like that, I just wrote the truth. Wouldn't you agree if I said that everything written on my essay is based out of facts?" Seriously, if newspapers back in the day had always received such reception, then I wouldn't be surprised why yellow journalism was a thing in the past.

 

"Facts?" Sensei smirked. "If you ask me, the thoughts in your essay is filled with nothing but your mere opinions. I'm pretty sure that anyone who would read this would also think the same." At that very moment, a somewhat triumphant expression came over sensei's face, as if declaring her victory to the whole human population.

 

There was a part of me that felt defeat, while another part felt like throwing a rebuttal. But for some reason, it felt like any form of retort would only be put in vain with this woman. Unfortunately, I wasn't the type of person to step down on an argument.

 

"Uhh, well..I can't really argue with that.." I said, avoiding sensei's eyes with a shrug. "But sensei, wouldn't you agree if I were to tell you that facts merely came about from people's opinions?"

 

"Hm?" Sensei slightly tilted her head in confusion, a puzzeled look on her face. "What are you trying to say here?"

 

"I'm sure that famous theories that are taught in class, and even established scientific laws that we currently believe in were once mere thoughts in some person's mind that sprung out of curiosity. It was from their opinion that they shared with fellow men in their field, that the world is the way it is today. So it would be wrong if my essay were to get denied right here and now."

 

As soon as I finished my piece, I turned to sensei and looked her square in the eyes, only to be welcomed by a slightly taken back Yasuhara-sensei, a repulsed expression playing on her face. W-what, was my words too convincing that you felt my true powers sensei? G-good to know.

 

"You…" Sensei murmured, "If your essay were to play a role in the development of society, then I'm sure this world would be a real dark place with that twisted outlook of yours.." 

 

"Heh- this world is already dark enough with all the stuff that's happening around. I don't see how my highly self-aware thoughts would be able to make it even worse. In fact, I'm pretty confident that my essay would even make others more aware of their short-comings and probably make them pursue the path of betterment, if I do say so myself. "

 

"I see," Sensei affirmed, "So now you're trying to change the world huh. Aren't you aiming too high for someone such as yourself? Even if a notebook that enables you to do so would randomly fall in front of you right now, do you think you can handle such a huge responsibility?"

 

"Who're you supposed to be, Ryuk!? Will you give me that notebook if I happened to answer correctly!?"

 

"Oh..you seem to be rather interested."

 

"I guess you could say that. Although, I'm not really inclined toward the 'changing the world' part. I don't really give a damn about the world after all. I'd rather use the note to finish off those popular types that always seem to always get on my nerves." Seriously, who do you think they are, celebrities? You always had to do as they say and had go along with their shit. And when you went against them, they'd make you enemy number one in class. What's with that anyway. Even I wouldn't treat celebrities like royalty. 

 

"Kehh…you sure you aren't just insecure?"

 

…What the hell is this woman talking about. Who would feel insecure about those carefree bastards. If there was anyone who's insecure here, it would be them and no one else. Why do you think they try so hard to show off to everyone else, because they're confident about themselves?

 

"Uhh..I'm pretty sure I'm not the one who's insecure here." I wearily replied.

 

"Well, if you aren't some chuunibyou-ridden kid, nor an angsty insecure teenager, then why would you write something like this? Do you get off with being alone or something?"

 

"Why the hell does your assumptions get worse by the second…I don't have a thing for being alone or anything like that. I just like peaceful solitude more than boisterous fun is all. Is anything wrong with that, sensei?"

 

At that moment, sensei looked away with a vivid shrug that said 'ahh..this guy seriously doesn't get it' with her mere shoulders alone. Man was that annoying...

 

"Hiraoka," She grabbed hold of my shoulder with her iron-clad hand, giving me this sympathetic look that made me feel like the receiving end of a charity foundation. "Shouldn't someone like you rather be enjoying their youth instead of rotting in some corner alone? Your youth only comes once so you should make the best out of it..."

 

Hearing sensei's remark, a loud smirk found its way in between my lips, forcing out this conceitedly huge grin to surface this very world.

 

"Sensei, including myself in the carefree majority would only spell trouble in more ways than one. They give you this sense of guilt each time you went against them even though you're in the right, and they'd also force you to go along with their shenanigans, only to leave you behind to make you their scapegoat. Also, they're pretty good actors if I do say so myself. They act this certain way while you have your eyes turned on them, then act another once you turn your back away. If they could switch from one role to another in such a short period of time then I'm pretty sure they could get nominated for an Oscar with that kind of acting. In other words, they're practically placing a hell lotta pressure on you in exchange for an ensured spot with their carefree group. It doesn't seem like a practical choice." I took a short pause to catch my breath, pointing my index finger up to further assert my point. "In conclusion, secluding myself from the rest of the world would not only spare me from going through that stupid excuse of acceptance, but would also guarantee me a safe and peaceful life at the same time. So by any means, it's the best course of action to take."

 

As I finished defending my stand, I lifted my eyes and met sensei's gaze. And contrary to my expectation, sensei's face showed no sign of astonishment or amazement after hearing my nobel prize-worthy speech. Instead, she had one eyebrow raised as she sent me this rather sharp glare.

 

"So in short, you're basically running away from the problem, correct?"

 

"Uhh…well, I'd prefer to avoid calling it that. It's more of a tactical retreat...or a strategic play if you may." Indeed, calling it running away would definitely make it sound like I'm Mayweather or something, which is why it musn't be called that at all costs. 

 

"Ohh.." Sensei crossed her arms below her firm chest in an exasperated way, once again lifting those huge signs of adulthood along with it. It made my eyes look away as they got immediately drawn back by her older-woman charms. Gulp. "Humility is one thing, and self-depreciation is another...I don't know if I should feel sad about what I just heard or amazed."

 

"I'd actually prefer it if you stayed neutral about it.."

 

For a good five seconds, there was this aggravating silence that fell over the two of us. No words were able to escape my mouth, nor were there any words that would seem to slip out of sensei's as well. She didn't move an inch from where she stood, and so did I. She just stood there, staring dubiously at me for the first three seconds, whipped her gaze to her wrist watch for the fourth, and threw them back at me for the fifth. 

 

"Hiraoka, do you have a club that you should be attending right now?"

 

"Ahh..not re-"

 

"Ahh, my bad. I was stupid to ask." Sensei interjected, cutting me off mid-sentence. "If it's you we're talking about here then I'm sure you don't."

 

"O-ohh.."

 

So it was already a given huh…

 

"I actually have an appointment with another one of your kind, so I think it'd be best if we continue things there."

 

"Umm…I actually have plans after school." I paused, "Also, another one of my kind? What are you trying to say here sensei."

 

Ignoring my words and my very existence, sensei walked ahead in a rather slow haste. And as soon as she reached the corridor, she turned to me with a look that said 'follow me or I'll break your ribs' with her mere eyes alone. It was seriously scary so I just had to go along.

 

With a terse sigh directed toward this cruel mistress called fate, I stepped one foot forward and decided to follow suit, blindlessly walking toward an inevitable fate with wavering resolve.

 

There's seriously something wrong with this system.

 

Hiraoka Hiroshi is a cynical highschool student who refuse to change. To him,changing is the same as admitting defeat to society's defected system. But when he turns in an essay that shows this exact same view, he is then forced to start a club with a person of simillar traits, a kind of club that helps other troubled children such as theirselves to deal with their problems. How will Hiroshi deal with this dilema?
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note: This work was transfered from my account from a different site, dates specified in author's afterwords (or any form of word outside of the narrative) may not coincide with present time.

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