I decided to record all my poems and thoughts of these poems in a book. Every

(poems) of the heart is a series of poems STRAIGHT from the HEART. It features a female lead wanting to let out her feelings for a man she loves but alas, she's shy to do so. Instead, she let it all out by writing poems.

Although young master Zhao was clearly astounded by Xu Que’s performance, he didn’t reveal the slightest hint of it on his face. He stood at his original place, his expression was unmoving. He picked up a cup of tea and took a sip before placing it down on the table.
"Pa da!"
The base of the teacup on the table broke the silence within the hall.
Young master Zhao then spoke, "Ten poems in ten steps, that’s too ridiculous and incredulous. Something as absurd as that cannot be real. This person must’ve already composed these works earlier before he came. When the occasion arose, he then took out the pre-composed poems to recite! Or else, these poems weren’t written by him. He probably copied it from somewhere unbeknownst to me. Don’t be fooled by him!" As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was awakened from their delusions!
Mo Yun Shang who was feeling extremely down and dissatisfied, along with the other students who had been made a fool of by Xu Que finally reacted as soon as they heard this.
That’s right. Ten poems in ten steps, that’s way too absurd.
How was it ever possible that a person was able to compose ten poem and each one of them were extraordinary? That was impossible to achieve!
"Young master Zhao is right. As for that Li Bai, this humble subject finds it extremely hard to believe that he’s capable of writing something as exquisite!"
"Indeed, that’s the case. Also, if everyone was to think about it carefully, all the ten poems shared different sentiments. How was a person able to feel so much and gain so many insights in just ten steps?"
"This Li Bai is incorrigible and arrogant. This humble subject also refuses to believe that those were his own original words. It must be that he had obtained it from elsewhere and used it here today!"
"Outrageous! This man’s actions are too despicable!"
Many students stood out and lashed out in anger.
The group of students who had voiced their support for Xu Que earlier frowned and objected, "Everyone, such words of accusations shouldn’t ever be spoken. If these works were truly written by someone else, based on how extraordinary they are, why haven’t we heard about it before then?"
"That’s right. You know Li Bai as well, he has a strange temperament and personality. He could be honorable at one moment, and a rascal the next. Just based on the fact that he’s very talented, it wouldn’t be impossible that he has the ability to compose ten poems in ten steps. In fact, it would be rather normal for someone as exquisite as him!"
"We have no proof that he plagiarized from someone else. Hence it would be improper for us to assume that just based on subjective ideas and thus negate the effort and works of brother Li!"
"Eh, this humble subject agrees with you!"
With the varied discussions and opinions, the hall started becoming noisy once again.
Madam Ya sat by the corner and gradually regained her senses. When she came to, she saw an entire group of students quarreling, unable to get along with each other. She couldn’t help but frown as she interrupted them, "Everyone, there’s no need to quarrel further. This is just a simple banquet for all of us to become friends through poems. We don’t have to remain friends based on personalities or characters after!"
As soon as she had finished speaking, everyone paused in shock. Even Madam Ya’s expression looked rather displeased. At once, everyone shut their mouths and didn’t dare to speak further.
Afterall, it was known that scholars often disparaged each other. These students had witnessed Xu Que reciting ten poems in ten steps without the need for much preparation. In fact, every single poem which he had recited were of excellent qualities. This caused the rest of the students to feel jealous and envious of his achievements, and thus suggested that these poems weren’t written by Xu Que himself.
However, they had absolutely no proof to substantiate their claims. All they could do was to be sour about it and vocalize their suspicions. This thus caused Madam Ya to tell them off in a rather fierce and displeased tones. The rest of the students scurried to retrieve their orderly expressions filled with regret and respect.
Madam Ya’s warmth only returned after she saw that the rest of the students had ceased bickering. With a grand gesture, she stood up and spoke, "Regardless of whether the poems were composed by young mister Li or not, there’s no need for us to probe further. After all, this meeting was supposed to be about artistic talents and poem recitals. We’re all here to enjoy the poems. What does everyone think about this?"
The students present all nodded their heads in agreement, "Madam Ya is right. We were being rude!" 

"Since that’s the case, shall we proceed with the banquet? Is there anyone here with another poem to share with us?" Madam Ya asked.
Indeed, nobody present dared to open their mouths as they looked down.
There were several students who had prepared poems to recite and yet didn’t dare to recite any at this point.
In all honesty, this couldn’t be helped. After Xu Que had recited his ten poems, who would dare to recite anymore poems and make a fool out of themselves? If Xu Que hadn’t recited this brilliant poems, they could still read it out and might be viewed as passable. What about now?
If none of them would compete in poetry, their self esteem wouldn’t be harmed!
Even the Poem King, Mo Yun Shan looked down in embarrassment as well as he muttered under his breath but didn’t speak. If it had been a normal incident where a poem was needed to rival the previous poem, he would definitely have stood up and competed. He would’ve racked his brains for an inspiration to achieve victory over the previous poem.
At this point however, under the crushing pressure of Xu Que’s amazing ten poems, Mo Yun Shan looked down without an answer for the first time ever. In fact, not only was a poetic reply lost on him, his courage was lost as well.
However, he was thankful that Xu Que had departed right after reciting his poems. If not, the students who had mocked Xu Que earlier would be subjected to repeated humiliation.
Seeing that everyone around was silent, Madam Ya’s eyes revealed an expression of disappointment. She looked outside the hall as her heart sank.
After Xu Que had left, the only person who felt upset and regretful was Madam Ya!
She sighed deeply as her beautiful eyes looked towards young mister Zhao, who was silent and unspeaking. At last, a hint of a smile revealed across her face.
Even though young mister Li had left, she still had four of her great students, who might surprise her later on.
Thinking up to this point, she opened her mouth to speak, "Since everyone doesn’t wish to discuss poetry any longer, let’s proceed with antithetical couplets! The aim of this banquet is for everyone to share ideas and brainstorm together, so that we can all profit from this discussion!"
Couplets?
When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up as they broke out in discussion once more.
When it came to poetry, most of them knew that they didn’t stand a chance. However, when it came to couplets, the field was more even. There was even a chance that they might impress.
The eyes of everyone landed on the leader of the four great students, young master Zhao.
They all knew that couplets were young master Zhao’s strongest suit. He even had the title of Couplets King. However, the students all knew that young master Zhao had a mild and mellow temperament. He never liked to be the first person to kick start the discussion. Instead, he prefered to sit back and vocalize the second half of the couplet.
Hence as soon as Madam Ya mentioned the word ‘couplet’, everyone started to get excited once more.
They knew that even if they were to be bested by young master Zhao, there was nothing to be embarrassed about. After all, this person was the Couplets King, and was also the leader of the four great students.
On the other hand, if they could somehow baffle young master ZHao, they would almost certainly gain a reputation for themselves. This was such a great opportunity, and nobody in their right frame of minds would miss it.
Hence the students around all started becoming lively once again. Regardless of the circumstances, everyone was willing to try a couple of phrases and show their faces in a bid to increase their own reputations.
As everyone was rubbing their palms in excitement, ready to voice out a clever phrase which they’ve been thinking about for several months, Xu Que’s shadow had appeared right at the entrance. Nobody had noticed this, but he stood there, his face was filled with a sly grin.
"Eh? Are you about to discuss couplets now? Truth be told, this humble subject’s forte isn’t in poems. It’s actually in couplets!"
When the audience turned their heads to see who was speaking, they almost fainted.
Fuck, big brother, haven’t you already left? Why have you returned!
And…. Poems aren’t your forte? Your damned forte is in couplets now?
Are you here to discuss couplets, or here to incite a riot?
Can you give us all a chance to perform and excel?


I am the best when it comes to taking divergent paths. With just a flip of my hand, I shall take the path less commonly travelled. I search far and wide, only to find myself unbeatable and unrivaled. So now I ask, who else can match my awesomeness? 

Acting tough is second nature to me and I am a lone wolf.
 
The road is long and winding but I shan’t feel lonely as long as I am able to act tough!


Life and death bore me and I do whatever I deem fit.

“Young man, way back when I started acting tough, you were still learning how to put on your underpants!” Xu Que thus decided to take the path of acting tough. He decided to act tough every single god-damned day. If he wasn’t acting tough, he was scheming for the best way to act tough!  

It was already the afternoon and Angeal, Arlo, Arvid, Frey, and Dharvey were already having their classes. Usually in the afternoon, each of them would be having their major classes of their degree so they don't usually meet each other unless they plan to go home together.
Angeal was in her Stylistics class, listening to Professor Leon. He was already telling the class what tasks they would be doing for the week, already giving them what they would have to do today.
It was also known to the class that Professor Leon is Angeal's father. When they knew about it through rumors that spread ironically from the faculty room, the people who knew were surprised and now understood why their resemblance is uncanny.
Angeal looked like the female version of Professor Leon. Other than that, they both share the same interest in writing—the difference is that Professor Leon lived to teach how to write, and Angeal learned to make stories.
"Now," Professor Leon said as he wrote two titles of a poems on the board, the eyes of the students focused on it. "We would be doing The Passionate Shepherd and The Nymph's Reply."
When the students read the two titles on the board, most of them weren't familiar of the titles. They stared at Professor Leon expectantly, waiting for him to explain further what they are about to do for today's class.
Since this is Stylistics class, the students already expected what they were about to do.
Stylistics is a branch of applied linguistics concerned with the study of style in texts, especially, but not exclusively, in literary works.
Also called literary linguistics, stylistics focuses on figures, tropes, and other rhetorical devices used to provide variety and a distinctness to someone's writing.
If not a short story or a novel to study, sometimes, poems can be used for literary studies in Stylistics.
"We will be studying two poems today namely, 'The Passionate Shepherd To His Love' by Christopher Marlowe, and "The Nymph's Reply To The Shepherd' by Sir Walter Raleigh. For further information, Christopher made his poem in the year 1599, and Walter's, in the year 1600."
As everyone was about to reach out to their phones for them to do a research, Professor Leon called out their attention by clapping his hands thrice, surprising most of his students to stop them from using their smartphones.
"Hey, if you search everything on the net, what will you learn?" he reprimanded, everyone's eyes on him as he leaned on his desk, continuing to speak. "You are to study two poems, correct? We have discussed about ways on how to study poems the other day, now I want you to do just that."
With what Professor Leon had instructed, everyone got their notebook instead, getting a piece of paper at the same time to jot down what they have observed from the two poems.
"Since you are given two poems, you are going to do comparing and contrasting. Once you start, you would find it interesting—the connection of the two poems," he said further as he flashed on the white board the two poems, beside each other.
The moment the two poems flashed before the students, most of them smiled, seeing how each stanza of the different poems came out to be replying to each other.
"Now with what I told you, you are given the whole period to do your study about the poems. Five minutes before the bell rings, submit your papers then you are free to go."
With the instructions now finalized, everyone went silent as they read the poem, the students already making notes before doing an in-depth analysis of each.
Angeal, however, read each poem at the same time, reading one stanza for the other, and another stanza for the second. In this way, she would see how the two poems were connected.
***
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
First:
Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield,
THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD
First:
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.
***
From the first stanzas of the two poems, Angeal wrote on her notes the two characters namely the shepherd and the nymph. Since the poem was made in 1599, obviously, the poem by Sir Walter Raleigh was made to reply to the poem Christopher Marlowe had done.
***
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
Second:
There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD
Second:
Time drives the flocks from field to fold.
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complain of cares to come.
***
From what Angeal has read from the first poem, she deduced that it was a pastoral lyric—a poetry that expresses emotions in an idyllic setting. It is associated with Shepherds writing music to their flocks. The tradition goes back to David in the bible and Hesiod, the Greek poet.
As for the Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd, Angeal has yet to read more in order for her to deduce what else she would find out.
"Hmm…" 
Angeal tapped the tip of her pen on the table as she blankly stared at the poem by Sir Walter Raleigh, mumbling to herself at the same time. 
"This is more than just a reply."
"That's right."
When Professor Leon spoke, Angeal was startled for a bit as she did not notice that the professor was actually behind her, getting everyone's attention as each student looked at their instructor.
"The poem by Sir Walter Raleigh is more than just a reply to the shepherd. Look closely—read between the lines. Look at its theme—look at the words used. Do not only skim above the surface."
With his reminder said, he continued walking about in the room, the students continuing their task at hand. 
Angeal then continued reading the following stanzas of the poems, in hopes that she would understand what she was missing.


"Devin, do you love me?"

Hearing her question that had snapped him out of his thoughts, the Soul Eater opened his eyes slowly to meet her blue eyes once more. He smiled foolishly as his right hand reached out to her face, his thumb caressing her bottom lip.

"Is that a question you dare ask your husband?"

Angeal pouted like a child. 

"Tell me you love me... or I’ll cry."

Devin chuckled, making Angeal pout more as she narrowed her eyes at him. When Devin ceased his jovial laughter, he didn’t answer her question. Instead, he bent down as he pulled her closer to him, his lips smoothly landing on hers to give her a loving kiss. 

’I love you, Angeal. Before I even knew it, my heart yearned for you.’

~

Punished by the Almighty Seraphim, Devin was branded a fallen angel and was given a curse to become a Soul Eater—a being who is hungry for souls and feeds on them for sustenance.

Devin was bound on earth, looking for clues on how to cure his irrevocable curse until a desperate old man saw the Soul Eater and begged him to save his newborn granddaughter’s life.

However... it comes with the price of selling both of their souls. 

With the old man giving both of their lives to the Soul Eater, what path lies ahead for Angeal as she grows in a house full of magical immortals?

~

The Almighty Seraphim sighed, shaking herself from her thoughts. She then spoke, planting more curiosity in the mind of the Dominion who was watching over the Soul Eater. 

"Continue watching over them. She is his cure, but it will lead her to oblivion.”

~

With the Soul Eater cursed and with them eventually knowing that the sweet innocent girl he saved is the cure, will their relationship be a boon or a bane?

Will they perhaps have sweet love, forbidden love... or maybe even both?

With the given thoughts at hand, will fate bless their lives... or curse them even more?

Let us know the answers to these questions as we unravel the story of Angeal being the Soul Eater’s Possession.

~

[WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.]

[FYI: This book is also a SLOW BURN romance. If you don’t appreciate slow burns, feel free to take a chance on this book if you want to. *wink*]

Volume 1: Nunc Domum
When the Soul Eater, Devin, and his personal servant, Ivar, found no clues about the curse, they finally went home after 18 years. However, when the two arrived in the mansion, Devin's curse suddenly went amok when he met the human girl, Angeal. What could be the girl's involvement in his curse?

Volume 2: Est Ignotum
As the immortals and the mortals spent their days with each other, they are more confused than ever with not only with the feelings they have for a certain person, but also with their background, with their loyalty, and with what lies ahead. To them, there are a lot of things that are unknown...

Volume 3: Actio Culmen Cadentia
The peak of their lives had finally arrived as secrets and revelations, stirring their judgments and what they believe in. As they all go on with their lives, what will they decide for others, and of course, for themselves?

Volume 4: Et Requiem
With all the events that had transpired, each one of them had started to question one's judgment and decisions. Now that these actions had been falling, what will Devin, Angeal, and everyone do to face what's ahead of them?

Volume 5: Insidiamini Torquet
Everyone's lives are now practically caught in series of unexpected twists and turns. As they are to face the challenges that are thrown at them, what would everyone do as everyone is in it for a shocking revelation about their fate? Will they fight for friendship, freedom, or for love?

~

Update Schedule:
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After he posted on Weibo, the surging voices that came to curse at Zhang Ye seemed to stop!

See me or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy. What a free and easy poem! What a big-hearted attitude! Many people heaved in a mouthful of air upon seeing this! With the entire poem appearing, it gave a feeling that it was detached from all material things! It made the reader of the poem full of positive energy!

What was a good poem?

This may be what a good poem was!

Zhang Ye's choice of this poem to hit back was undoubtedly very powerful!

With this, the other side weakened, whereas Zhang Ye's neither clinging, nor abandoning fans felt their spirits enriched. They all began to shout!

SpringWindBlows: "Haha! Teacher Zhang Ye has fought back! Everyone, quickly have a look!"

WillowBowl: "Another new piece of work! Wow! This poem has a lot of feelings!"

Macho557: "None of Teacher Zhang Ye's works can be faulted! Too awesome!"

There was a person who published a long evaluation, named LifeIsABallOfFire, "I never read modern poems. I have never liked things related to art, ever since I was young. However, Teacher Zhang Ye has made me completely fall in love with literature and art, like poems. I do not know if those people cursing at Teacher Zhang Ye behind their keyboards or those so-called professional authors have any eyes! All of you are at least authoritative literature authors in Beijing. One of you is even some association's Vice President, so don't make us look down on you, alright? Even a layman like me can see how good Teacher Zhang Ye's poems are. Yet you despise it? Just because he is young? Is age a reason? Is this the method that you use to belittle the works of others? Then aren't you stooping too low!?"

"The previous poster said it well! Supporting Teacher Zhang!"

"Forever supporting Teacher Zhang Ye! Bull**** experts! Ignore them!"

"Teacher Zhang Ye's poems are popular. Look at the number of forwards. Look at the comments. Look at the search hits of every poem of Teacher Zhang’s, as well as the clicks in any major discussion forum. The eyes of the masses are bright. The market has already made its judgment. I'm curious; why would some people be jealous of Teacher Zhang's results? Must they jump out and say some words to stomp on him? Using Teacher Zhang's words, why did you give up treatment?"

With Zhang Ye taking the lead, his fans also followed him to counterattack.

The Beijing poet, Big Thunder, also commented, "Do you know literature, or do we know literature? Just now, that love poem... Does anyone know what he is saying? Do you know? Don't pretend to know if you don't understand! Literature is literature! Art is art! They are not things used to fool others!"

ZhangYeNumber1Fan came out. Ever since the Weibo war of words, this hardcore fan of Zhang Ye would not hesitate to stand up whenever Zhang Ye faced troubles. He retorted, "Then can I ask Teacher Big Thunder above, ‘what is art?’ Do you not know? Well, is art something that depends on what you say? Then what are we commoners for? Then what's the point of us poetry lovers? Literary works are things only you can enjoy? What a joke! To be a poet at such a level? You aren't even a hundredth of Teacher Zhang Ye's level! A literary work is for the commoners to see it and for them to resonate with it. They would be moved; they would have feelings. That is why Teacher Zhang's poem is so popular. This is the literary judgment by us commoners!"

There were also capable people on Weibo.

For example, a person named HDUSOS09 said, "Let me first declare that I am neutral. I do not support either side. I've been reading all day and have seen Zhang Ye's poem. I may be lacking in knowledge, but let me correct Teacher Big Thunder's evaluation. I think it is quite biased. Love poem? I do not think it is a love poem. Although the poem's text has the word affection, and even the ending has the word love, that is just something literal. If you can properly understand this poem, you will discover that this is a poem that is full of compassion. How can a person write about romantic love with a compassionate heart? That's why my analysis is that Teacher Zhang Ye had written this poem to his fans. No, actually, it should be said that he wrote this poem to everyone in this world!"

"Please continue."

"A capable person has come; please continue your analysis."

"Waiting for the capable person to analyze this poem I couldn't understand!"

A lot of comments came in below. Many of them did not understand what Zhang Ye wanted to express, but nonetheless they felt that the poem was especially carefree!

HDUSOS09 continued, "It is my personal opinion, but I think that Teacher Zhang Ye wanted to express love to the common person. He knew his work would not be accepted by everyone. Whether they scold him or dislike him, he will not be affected. He only wants to use his works to move people, touch people, help people. Which is why whether they see or not see him, he is neither sad, nor happy. Whether they follow or unfollow him, he will not discard or depart from them. Being a normal person, Teacher Zhang Ye might not be able to reach this state. But as a poet, he needs to have such an attitude. Yeah, this is what I see. I might not be correct, but this poem is so memorable and worth rereading; every sentence feels like it can make people think and reflect upon on it for a long time!"

"Well said!"

"It's informative!"

"So that's what it means! Thank you for the expert dissection!"

HDUSOS09 replied, "It not really a dissection; the poem is really deep, so even I don't have the ability to analyze it. It is just my personal opinion. Nevertheless, the truth has been proven; who says Teacher Zhang Ye does not know how to write poems? Who says Teacher Zhang Ye's poems are not works of literature or art? Don't take others as fools! I am neither an author, nor poet, but I'm still considered a literary person. If i dare to say it today, just based on Teacher Zhang Ye's ‘See Me or Not’ poem, there should be a place for Teacher Zhang in the nation's literary circle! No one can deny the quality of his art!"

"I sincerely apologize. Listening to those dog s*** Beijing Writers’ Association's Vice President and a few vocal authors, I thought they were correct. It made me post and criticize Teacher Zhang Ye. I'm so godd*mn stupid; why did I believe them at all! What professionals? In the future, I won't listen to any professional opinions! I will trust in my own judgement! Teacher Zhang's poems must be good poems! They moved me so many times!"

"I apologize, too. I was really confused just now!"

"Yeah. Who still f***ing dares to say Teacher Zhang Ye doesn't know how to write poems?"

Zhang Ye's fans who left came back again and made a scene. Zhang Ye proved his worth and, at the same time, responded back at those unscrupulous people!

But there were still scoldings.

"Bull****!"

"He only knows how to put on an act!"

"That's right! You said it so amazingly! It was too exaggerated!"

"How come I didn't see anything good about the poem? You guys are just bragging about Zhang Ye! How much did he pay you all? A dollar for a comment? You guys are so supportive with the bragging!"

"The professionals have stated their case and yet you all are unhappy?"

ZhangYeNumber1Fan could not longer stand it, "Comrades, when logic no longer works, what do we do?"

ZhangYeNumber1Fan seemed to have a good reputation and network on the internet. When he appeared, lots of trolls would respond to his callings. They had responded earlier, but were overwhelmed by the fans of those poets and authors. There were too many of them and the trolls were unable to do much. Now was the time to fight back!

"If logic doesn't work, then there's nothing to talk about anymore!"

"Let's curse! Crash their Weibo!"

"When did our troll army ever need to use logic?"

"Hahaha. Logic was never our strong point!"

"All the discussion earlier... I did not understand one bit of it. Even the poem, I did not understand it. But so what! I just godd*mn support Teacher Zhang Ye!"

"Let's attack, bros!"

"Buy watches for all of them!"

"It's time for us to attack our enemies again!"

"My large saber is again again again unable to endure the thirst!"

"Quickly gather the forces; there's nothing better than fighting our foes together with Teacher Zhang!"

Zhang Ye's troll army once again embarked on a bloody battle with their enemies. This group of people with nothing to do, who could find fault with anything, were bloodthirsty. Nothing could stop them. To them, this was the joy of living.

The opponents' fans were awed by Zhang Ye's "See Me or Not". Some of them even quietly logged off. They knew that they were behaving vexatiously earlier. A person who could write such an awesome modern poem, how could he not know how to write poems? But many of them still supported the teachers of the literary circle. To them, Meng Dongguo and the others were the seniors, Big Thunder and the others were the real professionals on poems. Since they rejected Zhang Ye's literary upbringing, then they must be right!

Two sides cursed each other, but there was no clear outcome.

Close to 12 midnight, most people had logged off. After both sides came to a standstill, Zhang Ye's modified poems were scheduled for an appearance!

There was "The Song of the Stormy Petrel".

There was "Flying Bird and Fish".

There was also "A Generation".

Everyone was more than happy with Zhang Ye's modified poems. This was something started by Zhang Ye, because no other writer had ever modified their own works for arguing!

"Proposing to me, or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy..."

"Marry me, or not. There will your mom always stay, sometimes sorrow, sometimes joy..."

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Ye's "See Me or Not" Weibo message had been forwarded more than 2,000 times. There were more than 10,000 comments. Regardless of it being questioned, this poem had gone viral!

"Where's Teacher Zhang?"

"Our standards are limited. Wishing for Teacher Zhang's modifications!"

"Hahaha, that's right. Every time Teacher Zhang modifies his own poems, he does it so well!"

Seeing this, Zhang Ye heeded their summons and came forward. Again, he displayed his self-mocking spirit and posted a new Weibo message.

"Fan me, or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy."

"(Thread) Bumping me, or not. There will people stay, no coming, nor going."

"Reply me, or not. There will the thread stay, no increase, nor decrease;"

"See me, or not. There my poem stays in your Weibo, no discarding, nor departure;"

"Come to my Weibo, or let me go to your Weibo. Forwarding with serenity. Comment that's all!"

This was one of the modifications of "See Me or Not" in Zhang Ye's world. Zhang Ye felt that this was most appropriate to obtain fans, so he sent it out.

When everyone saw this, they were in stitches!

"I've already fan-ed!"

"Must fan!"

"Teacher Zhang is too cute!"

"I love you, Teacher Zhang!"

"So well-written! Hilarious!"

"Teacher Zhang can always spare no effort to publicize himself in the best method! And he doesn't even show a trace of that!"

"The critical thing is his magnanimity. Look at what sort of spirit Teacher Zhang has! He can make jokes and mingle with us. Look at all those Beijing literature bunch of so-called authors and poets. All of them are as if they are all so high and mighty!"

"That's right!"

"As expected of Teacher Zhang to be cute!"

"Teacher Zhang is the greatest poet in my heart!"


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

Li Yunyang glanced at Le Xuan, wondering if he should be shameless too.
Le Xuan, however, couldn't be angrier, because Wang Hao was messing around under her name. She would probably have to take the blame for him later.
"Ms. Le Xuan, I…" Li Yunyang summoned his courage, hoping to confess his love.
"Don't think about things you shouldn't think about. If you do, I'll shoot you…" Le Xuan interrupted Li Yunyang coldly. She knew Li Yunyang's intention very well, but she was not interested in that kind of thing at all at this time.
Li Yunyang was frustrated again.
Xia Weiwei giggled. "Li Yunyang, I feel sorry for you. Can you not tell that Le Xuan is only jealous?"
Li Yunyang looked at Le Xuan and then Wang Hao who had a girl in his arms. He suddenly felt that his heart was broken.
Le Xuan glared at Xia Weiwei and smacked Xia Weiwei's head hard.
"Ah…" Xia Weiwei immediately shouted.
Her shouting woke up Zhao Yiling, who was still in Wang Hao's arms. Blushing, she shoved Wang Hao away and stepped back.
Wang Hao glared back at Xia Weiwei as she had ruined his business. However, he found it really easy to trick modern girls with ancient poems!
Right then, all the young men came back to themselves and stared at Wang Hao angrily.
Zhao Yiling was beautiful and had a powerful background. Naturally, she was the perfect goddess in their eyes.
However, a jackass who could write nothing but erotic limericks had kissed their goddess right in front of them. That was intolerable!
"Boy, where are you from?"
"You hugged the lady? You'd better cut your hands off right now."
"We're going to smash his mouth today so that he'll know there are certain people he can't touch."
"Someone, beat him up right now…"
"…"
Hearing that, Zhao Yiling immediately turned cold, and a terrifying storm swept across the field. "Shut up!"
Everybody was stunned by the thunderous warning.
When they came back to themselves, they all lowered their heads, not even daring to breathe aloud.
Wang Hao was quite shocked too, because Zhao Yiling was almost a natural-born queen. Nobody dared to argue with her at all. No wonder even Ye Qing was such a coward in front of her.
"To tell you the truth, I'm holding the party today exactly for him!" Zhao Yiling pointed at Wang Hao.
Everybody whispered to each other after hearing that.
"A party for this man? Seriously?"
"The lady never held any parties before, and she's holding a party for a man?"
"How can a man who can only write erotic limericks deserve such a privilege?"
"But I've been told that he has created some formal poems too."
"He must've copied them from other places!"
"No, I just searched online. Those poems have never been published before."
"It means that this man really knows a thing or two about literature."
"I remember that the lady said that her future husband must be adept at both martial arts and literature. She must be very interested in this man now."
"So, this party tonight is the lady's test for this man?"
"Probably. I didn't think that the lady would ever grow interested in a man."
"But that man seems only around eighteen, and the lady is already twenty-two. She's a couple of years older than him."
"That's nothing. Maybe the lady likes younger men."
"Oh, my lady, my goddess!"
"…"
"I trust that you will not disappoint me…" Zhao Yiling put on a sweet smile and gently fixed his collar.
"You're really a troublemaker!"
Wang Hao glared at Zhao Yiling. This woman must've intentionally made all these men hate him. He must get back at her for all the trouble she caused him.
Le Xuan took a deep breath in relief, feeling lucky that Wang Hao and she swapped their identities, or she would be dead for sure if she were asked to compete with them.
"What do we do now?" Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao couldn't be graver. They laid their hands on their weapon, ready to rush out.
"Don't do anything yet!" Ling Xiao stopped them. "My junior brother is a distinguished poet. With the poems he created before, I don't think any of them can defeat him."
"What?"
Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao were stunned. What was that supposed to mean? Were Wang Hao's poems all written by him? Was it not a joke?
They never questioned Wang Hao's ability in creating erotic limericks, but they found it hard to believe that Wang Hao could create beautiful poems.
"All the poems are indeed written by Wang Hao himself." Xia Weiwei had just searched online and found no information on Wang Hao's works.
Besides, if anyone had created those classic poems earlier, the poems would've spread out a long time ago, but Xia Weiwei had never heard about them before, so they could've only been written by Wang Hao.
Although it was hard to believe, it was the only truth, and she had to believe it.
"Are you serious?"
Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao felt like worshiping Wang Hao.
In terms of martial arts, Wang Hao had proved that he was a monster with his unparalleled talents.
In terms of pharmaceutics, he had turned into a level-three Medical Grandmaster when he was only seventeen.
In terms of music, the market price of Walking Wolves had soared by millions of times in only a couple of days.
Now, he was awesome at literature too. Would their boss not stop until everybody in the world was shocked to death?
Of course, what they admired Wang Hao for the most was his shamelessness.
As long as Wang Hao resorted to shamelessness, he would be able to solve any problem in the world more than easily.
"Hehe. This place seems lively. I've come at the right moment!" An old man laughed and walked close.
Everybody looked back, only to see a white-haired old man in vintage close approaching them like an ancient scholar. Next to the old man was an obedient girl.
"It's Master Guo Yunzi!"
Seeing the old man, everybody exclaimed and paid tribute to him.
Qian Wanyang came to Wang Hao's side and whispered, "Boss, Guo Yunzi is a famous poet in the Glorious Sky Federation. Zhao Yiling has obviously invited him here on purpose!"
"Whatever her purpose is, I'm sure that someone will have to carry him out of here if he dares to piss me off…" Wang Hao snorted in disdain.
Le Xuan felt a strong headache coming on, as she had foreseen more trouble…


Waking up from a hangover, Wang Hao finds himself reborn in an alternate world. To his delight, he realizes that he has a system to help him in this new world. However, his system turns out to be a highly unconventional one. Instead of serving justice and winning the respect of other people, Wang Hao has to do all kinds of bad things in order to make use of the system. So, Wang Hao embarks on the journey to being cursed for good…

ᝰ.

Poems

maybe I don't use the right words 
for describing in my poems
all the feelings that I wear for you, 
but you can ask anyone else to write you poems. 

to make them better than me, 
to say all the things I try to. 
but believe me, 
my love will always be stronger than anyother's guy 
who's writing you poems.

©iDamass2020

〄 Sketches, unfinished thoughts wrote down on a paper. Depression. Fear. Death.

₊ Poetry, my entire soul in one book. 

ꞋꞌꞋꞌ You might feel my words more than you should, and if you find yourself in this book, I'm sorry. 


Copyright 2019 iDamass.

The entire hall fell silent.
Everyone was staring at Old Man Li. Their gazes were filled with disbelief.
In their impressions, Old Man Li was a very calm person!
Ever since the establishment of the country until now, he had experienced too many storms and seen many things. He naturally comprehended more things compared to others. His mental state was also one that would remain unflustered despite great waves.
At the very least, everyone on the scene today had never seen Old Man Li acting like this before. He had always been calm and tranquil as he dealt with things.
But today…
What was going on?
What was going on exactly?
What had happened for him to feel so shocked?
At this moment, Old Man Li's chest continued to heave as he panted. His face was in shades of green and red, there was a ruddy glow on his forehead. Even his hands were trembling; no one knew whether he was feeling joy or unhappiness…
"Scram!"
"I'm very healthy!"
A few medical staff thought that Old Man Li was suffering from a heart attack. They were so frightened that they immediately rushed over. However, Old Man Li furiously shouted at them. His voice was filled with vigor, causing all the medical staff to retreat due to fear.
Only after they retreated did they heave a sigh of relief.
Such an aura and given his appearance, it naturally wasn't a heart attack.
But what was wrong with him?
Why did he seem so crude?
"Old Li, what's going on? Is there a need…?"
"Look at this!"
"The words are crude and ugly, can it be that you are angered by the words? That shouldn't be the case...wait...what! These two poems? Wait...these two poems are classic poems, I…"
"Let me take a look. What's going on exactly? Ah…? This poem!"
"Am I dreaming?"
A piece of normal size xuan paper was passed around by the old men. Everywhere it was passed to, the person reading it would widen their eyes as though they were struck by lightning. In fact, even if they didn't stutter, they became mute.
When the paper was passed to Chen Xi, the first thing Chen Xi saw was those ugly words…
She immediately felt speechless. But after reading the poem, her beautiful eyes instantly narrowed and then widened.
When she saw the signature, it was as though she had seen a ghost. She turned and looked at Lu Yuan who was seated at the 4th row. For a time, she didn't know how to describe the shocking waves in her heart!
This man… 
This man…
Is actually so...
.........
"Are they looking at me…?"
"Brother, your…your words… cough, cough. These judges have very high requirements for everything. This is especially so for the appearance of one's written words. Earlier, I roughly glanced over at your calligraphy, and I think…"
"Could it be that my ugly-looking words have enraged them? Is there a need for them to be so angry?" Lu Yuan opened his mouth wide. The expressions of the judges grew increasingly complex. Lu Yuan thought that they wanted to devour him whole.
"Brother, I think you don't know Old Master Li's temper, right? The two things he's most fond of are words and poems… I remember there was a year where a gifted scholar was chased away by the Old Master because his handwriting was too ugly! This matter was reported on the news, and that gifted scholar lost all face."
"What? Chased away? So exaggerated?"
"Yes! Old Master also said on the spot that the man didn't respect the Poetry Exchange and was masquerading as a gifted scholar!"
"What!"
Lu Yuan looked around, staring at the bizarre looks of everyone. After that, he gulped his saliva and suddenly felt that his back was perspiring with cold sweat.
Could it be I…
"Brother, if I didn't guess wrongly, you wrote two poems earlier, right?" Xu Xiaonian glanced at the expressions of the judges which grew increasingly weird. After that, he also felt nervous randomly for some reason. His voice when speaking to Lu Yuan grew much softer.
"Yeah, I wrote two poems. This, this…" Lu Yuan was frivolous and forgetful. He had never known what the word 'nervous' meant. But now after listening to Xu Xiaonian, in addition to the ugly calligraphy he wrote, he couldn't help but keep taking deep breaths. He was now incomparably nervous.
When he inclined his head again, he noticed Old Master Li's gaze.
Old Master Li's eyes were bloodshot. His wrinkles gradually deepened, and his expression became incomparably incomprehensible.
Lu Yuan suddenly felt scared for some reason.
How shameful would that be if he was to be chased away in public?
He might as well…
Just leave…
"Brother, you...are awesome...You should just pray for your fortune!" Xu Xiaonian couldn't help but pity this new friend after noting the strange atmosphere in the area.
He felt that this friend was extremely unlucky.
"When will they give the scores?"
"Most probably an hour later."
"Aiyo, I have a stomach ache now, it's so painful… I'm going to the toilet now. Help me tell them that my stomach ache is so bad that I have diarrhea for the last three days!" Lu Yuan suddenly clutched his stomach and ruthlessly squeezed out a few tears. Taking the opportunity that no one on the stage was looking at him, he hurriedly walked toward the exit.
"Brother, this idea isn't bad… Don't worry, I will lie to them for you!" Xu Xiaonian nodded as he stared at Lu Yuan's departing back. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up for Lu Yuan, impressed by Lu Yuan's acting skills.
Lu Yuan lowered his head and reached the exit. He heaved a sigh of relief when he thought back to the atmosphere earlier.
It was better for him to leave on his own accord, right?
"Hi, you can't enter and leave casually…"
"Ah? If I exit now, I won't come back again…"
"Won't come back again? But the Poetry Exchange isn't concluded yet…"
"I have something on; hence, I need to leave in advance. Can I trouble you to open the door?"
"Leave in advance? Alright then."
The security guard cast a strange look at this young man.
He knew who this young man was. This young man was the only one who entered the Poetry Exchange with two entry passes. This was truly an extremely unique occurrence.
For others, it was already very impressive for them to have one entry pass. Yet, this young man had two. This was simply incredible.
When the security guard saw that Lu Yuan's expression was a little anxious, he helped him open the door.
After the door opened, Lu Yuan hurriedly walked toward the direction of the car.
"A`Yuan? Why...why did you come out? Are you eliminated already? This shouldn't be the case…"
"No...I have something on."
"Ah? What do you have on?"
"Don't ask. I'm sorry, I gotta make a move first."
"???"
Li Dongqiang stared at Lu Yuan who was leaving hurriedly. After that, he felt a little dumbfounded. What was going on?
Other than being chased away, he hadn't heard of a case where one would leave the Poetry Exchange in advance?
Or could it be that Lu Yuan was chased away?
After Li Dongqiang stared at Lu Yuan, his own expression became one of sympathy.
Being chased out…
This was… too unbearable.
.........
"Just a single poem would be outstanding enough, but this little fellow actually wrote two poems in one go. He is truly overflowing with talent!"
"Yeah, I really wish to see him now!"
"9.6! These two poems, regardless of their artistic mood, tonal patterns, or rhyming, are all top-rated. In fact, they are even ranked at the top of all poems I've ever seen. If it wasn't for his words being too ugly, I even want to give him 9.9!"
"Yeah, I'll give 9.5. The poems are not bad, but the words are too ugly. It's very hard to imagine someone who could write such poems to have such ugly-looking handwriting."
"Right. I will give 9.6. I want to put these two poems into my book, and they will be respectively placed on the first and last page, reminding everyone about the effort of farmers. It isn't easy to till the land!"
"I suggest placing them into the Mandarin Pavilion. I feel that both of these poems can be ranked first!"
"Mandarin Pavilion? I think so too. Alright then, let's announce the result of the first round."
"Mn!"
A few minutes later.
"The victors of the first round are the two poems with the same name [Sympathy for Peasants]. They have a comprehensive score of 9.6! Author: Lu Yuan!"
"Kacha, kacha, kacha!"
All the light, all the cameras, turned and focused on Lu Yuan's seat.
Everyone widened their eyes as they searched for Lu Yuan…
They felt that this name was very unfamiliar and couldn't recall who it was for a moment…
But when they saw Lu Yuan's seat, they discovered that it was empty…
"That...that...Brother Lu Yuan said he had a stomachache and has left in advance…" Xu Xiaonian trembled as he stood up and spoke.
"What!"
Old Master Chen's incomparably agitated face suddenly turned gloomy as he hurriedly took out his phone.
That rascal!
What was he doing exactly!
Why was he always so unreliable?
.........
"What? Old Master, I have something on… Hence, I left in advance."
"I really do have something on. I have a stomachache and a movie that I'm still filming. I…"
"WHAT?!"
"You say that I got first place?"
"Nothing, nothing. I'm coming back right now, I'm coming back right now…"
"I have to come back no matter what? Good, good!"
"My stomach suddenly feels more comfortable now."
.........
"A`Yuan, you…"
"Let me pass, I have to enter…"
"Didn't you…"
"Sorry, I don't have time to explain. Let me pass, I'm going in to get a reward."
"????" Li Dongqiang was dumbfounded when he saw that Lu Yuan had returned.
Going in to get a reward?
What's the meaning of this?


In that year, with a script finished in five hours, Lu Yuan who was dying for money successfully got a large investment of one million Yuan from a rich and beautiful girl.
At first, he just planned to spend eight hundred thousand Yuan on shooting and take the remaining two hundred thousand Yuan home before the movie's release, marrying a wife and running a small business. He swore he would never come to Hengdian again.
However…
The box office got an extraordinary success…

Should I plagiarize? Make something up? Pretend to faint?
These thoughts flashed in Chu Yu's head at that moment.
Plagiarism would be the easiest, fastest and most substantial way. It was over 1,000 years ago now, which was the time of the blossoming of poems before the Tang Dynasty. She could use all of the Tang poems that she remembered and nobody would come after her for the copyrights now.
Chu Yu did think of that when she was studying poetry at the last minute earlier. She even considered it carefully in her head as she excluded the poems with backstories and those that did not suit the current trend. She was left with seven to eight poems, which was enough for her to fake it.
However, she hesitated now that she was really going to do it.
The reason being most of the poems that Chu Yu remembered were her favorites since she respected the poets who wrote those poems. She felt guilty for claiming their creations just like that.
The second solution would be to make things up, which would mean she would have to come up with whatever was in her head and present it. This would be an absolute dead end. Her diction that was not on par aside, her lack of knowledge in intonation and the sound of words would confuse the people.
The third solution was even more shameless than the previous two, which was to slump on the ground shamelessly. She would pretend to be sick and nauseous, allowing her to escape this pickle that she was in. Embarrassing or not aside, if she were to carry this out, she might be sent away from the mountain.
Chu Yu's expression was serious as she was arguing about the pros and cons in her head while she held the wine vessel motionlessly. Suddenly, she felt someone pulling her sleeve. It was Liu Sang. He reminded her softly while holding his head low, "Princ-…"
As soon as he spoke, he corrected himself immediately upon realizing how Chu Yu had been introducing herself to the people. "Cousin Zi Chu, they're waiting for you."
While he was tugging Chu Yu's sleeve with one hand, he slipped the other hand into her sleeve and scrawled the back of her hand with his fingertip slowly. Chu Yu felt it carefully and realized it was the word 止 (zhi).
Zhi? Did he mean Rong Zhi?
Recalling Rong Zhi, Chu Yu recalled his suggestion all of a sudden: Huan Yuan. She had almost forgotten about that person!
The fourth solution appeared before her eyes just like that: her substitute.
On a certain level, the fourth solution was no less shameless than the other three. However, to Chu Yu, this seemed to be the best solution.
Chu Yu smiled and raised her glass at Pei Shu's direction. "I can't think of any now. Could I get my cousin, Yu Zi Yuan, who's here with me, to take this on for me?"
Before Pei Shu replied, Chu Yu heard a mirthful voice that came from beside her. "Of course, that's alright. But since he's taking over for you, he'll have to come up with two poems and drink two glasses of wine."
Chu Yu tilted her head sideways and realized it was Wang Yizhi who had spoken. He was pouring himself some wine and drinking it while looking at her with a subtle smile in his eyes.
Since Wang Yizhi spoke first, Pei Shu could not object to his idea, so he nodded. "Let's do that."
Chu Yu frowned and soon responded with a smile. "My cousin will come up with the poems and I'll drink the wine." She was not petty, but she was afraid Huan Yuan might say something that he should not if he got drunk.
Huan Yuan had a slight change of expression when he heard that. Just when he was going to say something, he saw Chu Yu coming closer to him all of a sudden and whisper softly into his ear, "Come up with the poems for yourself."
Her voice was so soft that it felt like a lingering thread. However, Huan Yuan's fingers could not help but quiver a little when he heard her. Before she left, Rong Zhi had taken the time to speak to her because he knew that Huan Yuan might decline the request, so he taught her to say that. He said Huan Yuan would be able to write as soon as she said that to him.
Chu Yu was just doing what Rong Zhi said, but Huan Yuan felt a stir of emotions. He recalled the arrogant lady he had met when he was taken into the Princess's Imperial Residence two years ago. The lady teased him in a rather disdainful tone, asking him to write two poems for her.
Naturally, he rejected her. Since then, he could not write a single sentence of any poems for exactly two years.
However, Chu Yu just uttered that to him right then.
Come up with the poems for himself?
What kind of joke was that?
He was struggling inside and could not calm himself down quickly. The fleeting freedom he had today was something significant to him. Having been on edge from the two years of suppression, he might burst like a dam if Chu Yu were to touch him right now.
Just like the saying 'strike while the iron is hot', as Chu Yu watched his emotions getting stirred up, she smiled as she got someone to bring a pen and some paper to the low table and place them before Huan Yuan.
Huan Yuan extended his hand involuntarily. He was like an exploding rock as soon as he picked up the pen while poems flowed out of his heart like spring water. He simply could not stop writing.
As Huan Yuan was writing diligently, Yue Jiefei, who was standing in a corner, was so bored that he was going to count the ants on the ground. He thought to himself, 'Nothing has happened since we've been here for so long and the Princess is really into this poetry recital. Is she really a changed person?'
According to the Princess's habit in the past, she would have brought at least two or three beautiful men back by now.
Yue Jiefei was just an ordinary person who had no class and culture. He was very close to digging a hole in the ground since he was bored with whatever was happening there.
Yue Jiefei was moaning softly in his heart, 'Princess, just tell me who you're interested in. No matter who the person is, I'll bring him back for you.'
***
Rong Zhi walked straight to the courtyard where the princess's bedroom was as soon as he entered the East Court.
Nobody stopped him along the way. There were even people who asked if he needed help, but he declined them with a smile.
After getting into Chu Yu's bedroom, he closed the door and put the latch on. There would be no maidservants who would come in to clean since he locked the door.
As he took a glance around the room, Rong Zhi revealed a faint smile at the edge of his lips while his eyes looked unfathomable.
After looking around the room, Rong Zhi arrived at her bedside. Just when he was bending down to flip the blanket over, he touched a bumpy, rough mark when he held the side of the bed.
He tilted his head and looked while raising his brow. He saw a few of the words 正 (zhen) carved on the bedside, and there was an incomplete one with three strokes beside them.
Rong Zhi left empty-handed approximately 15 minutes later.


From the depths of a deep and blissful slumber, Chu Yu awoke to the vague sense of someone beside her. Among four of five men that she saw sleeping around her when she awoke, one in particular, caught her eye.
'Who is he?'
With his unrivaled elegance and the air of supremacy around him, he gazed upon the princess and asked, "What's wrong, Princess? Did you have a nightmare?"
And with that, an uncontrollable chill rose up her spine that made her shiver despite the warmth of the room.
Is it a joke? Or is it destiny?

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