tired of the same fanfics so ideas fill free to add are ask.

Afternoon.

The weather wasn't too good. It was a bit misty.

Zhang Ye came to the unit and before he entered, his phone rang. It was his mother.

"Son."

"Oh, mom."

"Are you coming home for Mid-Autumn's Day?"

"I can't go back; I have to work overtime."

"Overtime on a holiday? You should be free at night then?"

"I should be free tonight. I will go back once I have knocked off."

"Don't come back to Cai Shi Kou; go directly to your grandmother's place. The relatives will all be there. They have heard that you have gained fame; your younger sisters (cousins) are all nagging to see you."

"Okay. Then, I will try to go early."

"Don't forget; my face will depend on you tonight!"

"What face? They are all relatives. Are you bragging about me again?"

"Anyhow, just buy more things and bring them over. Don't be too thrifty; buy the expensive ones. You are now a public figure; don't go throwing my face. Okay, I’m hanging up."

Du Du Du; the line was disengaged.

Zhang Ye smiled bitterly. His mom didn't have any other bad points. The only big feature was that she liked to brag. Yes, Zhang Ye admitted that he had inherited this from his mother. But he had never felt this was a bad point! Many examples in his world would validate this.

Is bragging wrong? No!

Do you know how Bill Gates became the richest person in the world?

Do you know how Li Na became the tennis world champion?

Do you know how Liu Xiang broke the world record in the hurdles event?

Not many people should know about this! What is the reason? Haha, the reason is they...... Alright, all of these events have nothing to do with each other. Let's change the topic!

Not many people had arrived at the office.

Zhang Ye didn't look around as he walked in. Suddenly, a voice appeared from behind.

It was Big Sis Zhou. She smiled. "Greet me, or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy."

Zhang Ye quickly smiled and turn back to look at her, "Big Sister Zhou, good morning. I'm sorry. The flowers on your desk were blocking you; I did not notice you were here."

Big Sis Zhou said proudly, "How was it, Little Zhang? I used your poem correctly?"

Zhang Ye embarrassedly said, "You saw Weibo last night?"

"Of course, I saw it. I followed your Weibo last night. I did not expect that after I followed it, the party had also started. It caused me to fall asleep after 12 last night. You didn't follow me, right? I even forwarded your new poem." As she spoke, she felt some injustice for him, "Ignore those people from the Writers' Association. If you don't know what art is and can't write poems, then no one in the world can write poems. Big Sis supports you. Don't take it to heart."

Zhang Ye smiled. "Thank you, Big Sis Zhou."

Outside, people began streaming in for their overtime.

"Eh, Teacher Little Zhang, you've come? Why did you get into a pinch with people yesterday?"

"Vice President Meng is the Leader of the Beijing Writers' Association. How did you offend him?"

"That's right. I saw it yesterday, too. Teacher Little Zhang, if I had any say, you shouldn't have posted your last poem. Those are the Writers' Association's Leaders and seniors. If you really offend them, how are you to enter the Writers' Association in the future? I think that it is best to leave some leeway. Hai, but those people are also too much. Why did they reprimand you for no reason? Even if your poems aren't comparable to them as seniors, how old are you? You are still young. They also can't say that your poems have no literary value. That's too damaging. I think your poem is still acceptable and isn't as bad as they say."

"Sis Liu, what did you say? You say Teacher Little Zhang's poem is acceptable? I think you have been misled by that group of people; Teacher Little Zhang has so much talent!"

Several sisters and aunties began an exchange of difference in opinions.

Until work starts at 9 A.M., the topic was hotly discussed amongst everyone.

Tian Bin also had an interest in the battle on Weibo last night. He interrupted to ask, "Sis Zhou, what sort of person is Vice-President Meng like? Those old timers are very experienced. Big Thunder and a few other poets, all of them are professionals. If they said so, then it must mean they criticized it according to their literary learnings. How can we judge, since we are not as knowledgeable as them? It's not that I am stepping on Teacher Zhang Ye. But like the old comrades of the Writers' Association said, there are many issues. After reading it, I also feel some doubts."

Big Sister Zhou looked at Tian Bin, "Then why don't you create a poem for me to listen to?"

Tian Bin replied, "I don't have such capabilities, but I still have some basic judgment skills." He turned around towards Jia Yan, "Teacher Little Jia, what do you think?"

Jia Yan gave some thought and said, "Teacher Zhang's poems definitely cannot compare with those seniors. As for whether it has any literary value, it's not my place to make an evaluation."

What they said was also heard by Zhang Ye.

When Zhang Ye used two poems to save a life on Wang Xiaomei's live broadcast, the office and even everyone in the Beijing Radio Station had completely acknowledged his talent and poem. They had all said that it was good, with no one denying it. But now, the Writers' Association with Meng Dongguo as the head had openly questioned and denied Zhang Ye's poems publicly. As such, his colleagues were now not unified in their beliefs. Some said they were good, while others said they were bad. Even more were uncertain and confused. Sometimes, the authoritative opinions of experts were very damaging and also affected many.

How was one to change the situation?

How was one to eliminate the public's doubts?

There was no other way. As long as Zhang Ye's qualifications were weaker than Meng Dongguo and company’s, then he was not able to turn the tide. He would only be repressed by their words. Unless… Unless Zhang Ye used his absolute talent and strength to trample on Meng Dongguo and company at a specific place and time. Otherwise, the doubts by people would forever linger on. So what if he responded yesterday? So what if the poem was well-written yesterday? The Writers' Association said that it wasn't good! They said that he did not know art! They said that he did not know literature! Just them moving their lips was enough to make you be helpless! This was the deceptive power of authority and prerogative. Many commoners did not understand this, so they only believed what the experts said!

Today, there was no announcement of the listenership ratings, as there were a lot of things happening in the station.

Zhang Ye did not care what everyone said. He got up to get his recording done, "Xiaofang, help me reserve a recording studio. Quickly, or it will be too late."

"Alright." Assistant Xiaofang answered and immediately went to arrange it. However, she returned a few minutes later, "Teacher Zhang, the station has informed me that our Literature Channel's programs from noon to 2 P.M. have all been canceled. There's no need to record. Apparently, the News and Music Channels will also be broadcasting the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet!"

"Ah?"

"It's been cancelled?"

"Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet? This is the thing that the Leader has been busy with over the past few days?"

A few moments later, Zhao Guozhou entered, "Everyone, quiet down. Today's broadcast has some last-minute changes. Listen for a while. From 12 noon, the seventh Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet that was held in conjunction with the Beijing Writers' Association and our radio station will begin. Our Literature Channel will also join in for the live broadcast. This Poetry Meet will be different from the last one done by the Jinshi Radio Station. There will be a composing and voting segment. We have invited the Education Ministry's Leader and the Vice President of the Beijing Writers' Association and about a dozen of its members. The exact name list has not been confirmed, but there will definitely be quite a few people. As the association's Teachers' creations will be poems related to the Mid-Autumn Festival, the listeners behind the radio can also compose and post them on our website's comment section. Later on, the listeners' votes will decide on the top three. So we have added some competitive elements to make the program more interesting."

Compose poetry?

Then Meng Dongguo and those people from the Writers' Association would also come?

Zhang Ye chuckled upon hearing this. "He who has one enemy will meet him everywhere." Yesterday, he had just been scolded by him on the internet. And today they would be meeting?

Would Big Thunder come?

Would Little Red Mushroom come?

In fact, Zhang Ye actually looked forward to seeing them in the station!

Zhao Guozhou exhorted, "So put down everything in your hands. Today, everything will have the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet as its focus. Everyone, go help out. The live broadcast venue will be in the auditorium. This is the first time that we are using such a large live broadcast venue. The equipment has not been fully tuned, so those I call out will follow me later and help out. Right. As it was not easy inviting a large audience, everyone should take an early lunch later. The cafeteria will hand out lunch early at 10.30 A.M. At noon, everyone will take their seats in the auditorium.

After calling out some names, Zhao Guozhou brought four young lads with him to the auditorium.

Big Sis Zhou suddenly said, "Teacher Little Zhang, will you be participating in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet? Writing poetry is one of your strengths. They said that you don't understand literature? Then show it to them!"

Another Big Sis said, "Come on. Little Zhang did not make any early preparations and just got notified. Those Teachers must have been informed a long time ago. They would have foolproof preparations. How can Little Zhang compete with them? It's better that he not embarrass himself."

An auntie in charge of copyright said, "Little Zhou, don't let them give you bad ideas. Little Zhang's poems are good, but that's only to us. Those people from the Writers' Association are professionals. Some of them are poets and famous artists; how is he to compete with them?" In a layperson's heart, the work is not actually important. Reputation and prestige is what they first look at. Zhang Ye is just a newcomer and has never entered the Writers' Association, so people will subconsciously identify Zhang Ye's works as inferior.

There were all sorts of differing opinions.

Later, as there wasn't much time left, everyone went to the cafeteria for an early meal.

Zhang Ye was actually in a dilemma. For the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, Meng Dongguo, Big Thunder and company would most likely be participating. Wasn't this the best time to turn the tide for himself? Wasn't this the best moment to prove himself? But how was he to participate in it? It could be seen from the format of the poetry contest. Although the listeners could participate by publishing their creations, that was just in text form. But the people from the Writers' Association would be reciting their works live. Hence, the top three had already been decided by the station to be one of those from the Writers' Association. They had already given them a huge advantage!

Go mess things up?

Stab them in their backs?

Hence, even if Zhang Ye wanted to go on, he did not know if the radio station's management and the people from the Beijing Writers' Association would let him go on the show.

Forget it. We'll see how it goes. As for the poem regarding the Mid-Autumn Festival? Zhang Ye had not thought of it yet. It was not that his brain was void of works, but it was.. filled with too many!

He wasn’t prepared?

Did he even need to prepare?

Mid-Autumn Festival poems? Not to brag, but Zhang Ye would probably not be able to finish reciting them, even if given a day and a night!

The Mid-Autumn Festival was not a modern day festival. It had a long history that dated back to ancient times, so there was a countless number of poems relating to the Mid-Autumn Festival. In this world, history did not have many changes. There were the same old dynasties and emperors, just like in Zhang Ye's memories. As such, history would not cause too many changes. The game ring probably could not change the historical background, or else society might no longer have such a social structure. It would affect everything.

However, many famous cultural works and famous historical figures did not exist!

Li Bai?

Du Fu?

Wang Wei?

None of them existed!

They were all replaced by others!

This world's ancient master poets were people Zhang Ye had never ever heard of. For example, there was Haoran, or Chen Yiqian, or Meng Fan. Zhang Ye had also never heard of any of the poetry of this world. Similarly, he was sure that they had never heard of the classic poems from his world!


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!

After sending Teacher Qiao off, Pei Qian returned to Shenhua View. First, he went to Zhongdian Chinese Network—a level above Tengda—to walk around. 
At the moment, Zhongdian Chinese Network was quite stable. Most people were just spending time entertaining themselves. 
Traffic on the website was slowly increasing, but on the whole, the website was still doing miserably. What's more, it showed no signs of improvement in the short-term. 
Zhongdian Chinese Network still had a bad reputation on many online literature forums. Most authors saw the website as a scam and strongly dissuaded new writers from working full-time for it. 
Only authors with zero ambition would make Zhongdian Chinese Network their first choice and consider working full-time there for the sake of that bit of remuneration.
Thus, the editors normally only had two things to do. 
Either vet manuscripts or entertain themselves by writing books or playing games. 
Of course, some people—including Zhu Xingan—saw writing the official plot for Repent and be Saved as a form of entertainment. 
However, Repent and be Saved's official novel was placed on the homepage of the website. This caused readers to curse it non-stop. If Zhu Xingan did not have such high tolerance for pressure and a strong mindset, he might have been critically hurt a long time ago. 
The readers were cursing the novel for simple reasons: its plot was complicated and messy, and nothing was satisfying about the story. Everyone felt lost after reading the uploaded chapters.
This thing was probably better off being referred to as a game plot design series as opposed to a novel. It didn't meet the expectations of most readers on the internet. 
Everyone had gotten used to this. Most of them had a 'curse it if you want' approach to the matter. In any case, the plot was meant to serve the game. 
Apart from managing Zhongdian Chinese Network's matters, Ma Yiqun was also managing TPDb's website. At the moment, he was beginning to see results. 
When he saw Boss Pei, Ma Yiqun quickly got someone to serve drinks before personally reporting his recent progress to the former. 
Five minutes later…
Although Ma Yiqun was trying his best to beautify his achievements with respect to Zhongdian Chinese Network, Pei Qian could accurately tell that the website was still a failure. 
"Excellent. Zhongdian Chinese Network is showing signs of improvement, and you're doing a good job with TPDb's website, too. 
"Don't be too preoccupied with results. Just maintain the status quo." 
Pei Qian was very satisfied with Ma Yiqun as an employee. 
Although Ma Yiqun had a very strong work ethic, Pei Qian was ensuring that he could not reach his maximum potential by allocating him to the right places. Pei Qian had to give himself credit where it was due—Ma Yiqun was one of his greatest successes. 
Ever since he took over Zhongdian Chinese Network, the website had been consistently incurring losses. There were few readers and even fewer reliable authors. All of these showed Ma Yiqun's outstanding capabilities. 
Pei Qian felt moved. Ma Yiqun was one of the rare talents whom he really did not need to worry about! 
Noticing that Boss Pei was in quite a good mood, Ma Yiqun hesitated. He wondered if he should talk about what had been on his mind for a long time. 
After some consideration, he decided to speak up. 
"Boss Pei, I have a thought—or rather, suggestion—for Zhongdian Chinese Network." 
"Oh? Let me hear it." Pei Qian was slightly surprised, but he did not overreact. 
Ma Yiqun gravely misunderstood online novels, but he was quite an intelligent man. He had been the CEO of Zhongdian Chinese Network for a long time. Pei Qian expected him to develop his own ideas for the future of the website. 
Ma Yiqun said, "Boss Pei, I've given it some thought. At the moment, Zhongdian Chinese Network's biggest problem is that we can't increase our mid-tier writers' income. 
"Low-tier writers have a sense of security thanks to the basic remuneration.
"However, it's almost impossible for these low-tier writers to try to move upwards to the middle tier and hope to support their families or earn their living solely from subscriptions.
"Our website has too few readers. We can't generate enough subscriptions. Even if an author manages to produce a good book, he will be limited by the website's number of visitors. There's a low chance that his book would become popular."
Pei Qian nodded. 
That's right. I thought about this problem earlier. I just had to act like I didn't know about it so that the website would continue incurring losses…
Yet, now that Ma Yiqun had mentioned it, Pei Qian could no longer act unaware. He could only nod along and express his agreement.
After all, it would seem too fake if the intelligent Boss Pei did not understand this problem.
Ma Yiqun continued, "So I thought of a way to resolve this. 
"We should artificially give mid-tier writers a boost until they reach the possible income that top-tier writers could earn. If there aren't enough subscriptions, we will fork out the rest of the money to supplement their income. 
"Imagine if a good book appears on our website. If its quality is as good as the elite books on Infinite Chinese Network, we can fork out money to supplement the author's subscription earnings.
"This way, low-tier writers do not have to worry about being buried in our website.
Pei Qian fell silent for a moment. "That sounds reasonable, but how do we judge whether a book has achieved top-tier standard?" 
Ma Yiqun replied, "On one hand, we can depend on figures on the website, such as the ratio of the number of subscriptions to the total number of paying readers, votes, clicks, and the like. On the other hand, we can also judge the quality ourselves.
"Only I will be able to make the call on this." 
Ma Yiqun had not only discovered the problem today. However, he had to develop this solution and pluck up the courage to bring it up. It was not easy. 
Until now, Ma Yiqun had been apprehensive and afraid that Boss Pei would be angry. 
This was because he knew the suggestion was extremely bold to make. He was essentially asking for a lot of discretionary power. 
If an elite writer was to earn ten thousand yuan in terms of royalties, but Zhongdian Chinese Network only paid hundreds of yuan as basic pay, it meant that the website would have to fork out the rest of the sum. 
If there were ten or twenty authors who could achieve top-tier writing, the website would have to fork out at least a hundred or two hundred thousand yuan each month. 
What's more, Ma Yiqun would be able to decide who should get all the money. He still had to refer to the figures on the website, but the website only had that many readers to begin with. How difficult could it be for Ma Yiqun to play around with the numbers? 
Thus, Ma Yiqun would still get to decide who the money would go to at the end of the day. 
If he was a bad person, he could arrange for his own family and friends to create alternate accounts and make minor edits to unpopular books. Then, he could resort to underhanded tricks to ensure the money went into his own pockets. 
Thus, while Ma Yiqun was raising an objective problem, his suggestion might not seem that appropriate. 
It was an idealistic plan. As long as he harbored a single bit of self-centeredness, the entire plan could go awry and backfire. If a corruption scandal blew up and the authors heard about it, the website's reputation would go down the drain, beyond repair. It was a huge risk to take. 
However, Ma Yiqun could not think of a better solution. 
There were very few readers; no matter how well low-tier writers wrote, they would not be able to earn royalties. This was seriously hindering their motivation. Ma Yiqun had to think of something fast. 
Thus, he had to pluck up the courage to bring it up, whether Boss Pei would ultimately agree to it or not. 
Pei Qian did not reply immediately. He considered the solution in silence. Allow Ma Yiqun to take charge of this sum of money? He could think about that. 
Pei Qian trusted Ma Yiqun and his eye for online literature. 
Every novel that Ma Yiqun wrote failed. It revealed a huge problem with the way he vetted online literature. Since that was the case, Pei Qian believed that no book that Ma Yiqun thought was good would truly be so. 
In other words, even if he selected books to fill the recommendation spots and distributed royalties at the rate that elite writers were paid, Zhongdian Chinese Network's business would not pick up. 
At the same time, the website's expenses would continue to balloon! 
To Pei Qian who was eager to spend as much money as possible, this would be an extremely great help! 
After carefully considering the risks and benefits of the suggestion, Pei Qian nodded. "Alright, no problem. Apart from the basic pay meant for our contracted writers, I will transfer another two million yuan to you. You can spend that first." 
Ma Yiqun paused and quickly said, "Boss Pei, two million yuan is too much! There aren't many capable writers working for our website now. I think I only need about two hundred thousand yuan per month." 
Pei Qian waved his hand. "Don't worry!" 
"It wouldn't hurt to give the top-tier writers more money. Our website could afford to buy more talents over as well. It might not be a bad idea to give the writers more money. 
"Don't be too stingy as well. Since you've decided to distribute royalties to authors out of the company's pocket, just give them more money. Let them feel a greater sense of belonging to Zhongdian Chinese Network." 
Pei Qian was not too worried about this. 
After all, Ma Yiqun would probably select rubbish books. So what if they gave the authors more money? 
If the books were lousy, readers would not visit their website. They would be making ducks and drakes of this sum of money. Pei Qian could not be more satisfied with this plan. 
What's more, they were approaching settlement. Pei Qian had to spend his money as quickly as possible. 
Ma Yiqun might have thought that two million yuan was a bit too much, but Pei Qian wished he could hand more money to him. 
Ma Yiqun was especially touched. 
Indeed, Boss Pei lived up to his name. He was as generous as ever! He put it well when he said we could afford to buy more talent over! 
If they paid more royalties to the better writers, Zhongdian Chinese Network would have an edge over other small novel websites. As time went by, a virtuous cycle might be established! 
What moved Ma Yiqun even more was the amount of trust Boss Pei had for him! 
He essentially gave Ma Yiqun free rein over these two million yuan. 
How much did he trust him?! Would ordinary leaders have this amount of courage?! Would he still be human if he didn't do his best for Boss Pei? 
Ma Yiqun patted his own chest and announced, "Don't worry, Boss Pei! I will work hard to choose the most capable writers. I won't let your money go to waste!" 
Pei Qian smiled but sniggered inside. 
As long as you work hard, my money will be wasted. Why else would I regard you so highly as my employee?


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
------------------------------------------------------------
This book is highly popular in China and has set off a new trend. Webnovel has very high expectations for this book and has gotten the author to refine the first chapter as an exclusive for global readers. We hope everyone will enjoy reading it.

I opened my eyes and it was already morning, I hopped off the dumpster and walked toward the tent to get my last bag of chips and eat it as my breakfast. I yawned as I grabbed a chip from the bag and slowly munch it. 
 I lay my back against the tent and look at the game consoles that are on the floor, I pulled out my phone as I suddenly felt a vibration and a notification ring.
"Good day, writers! 
We, The Scripturient's League Editors, have read all your entries. We handpicked entries that truly interest us. We can't wait to send you a notification anytime if you are qualified, congratulations!
To those who haven't receive a notification, we apologize however we encourage you to join another contest again! Thank you for joining, writers! 
  - The Scripturient's League 
A post was uploaded by the League.
Comments flooded in. 
Aspiring_JKRowling:  hope I qualified. 
Speedy_Trevor: Damn, I think I won't be qualified. 
_Alexandre23: Congrats to the writers who'll be qualified. 
ShenFeng: Congratulations to the writers that receive a qualified message from The Scripturient's League. 
I put my phone down and continually eat my chips, nervously munch it.  After a few minutes, I looked back to my phone and suddenly received a message. 
Congratulations, our Scripturient Writer! 
I opened up the notification and slowly read the whole email thread. 
"Congratulations, Great_XioCheng! We are honored to announce that you are one of the writers that are qualified for The Scripturient's League competition qualifiers! Your Breaking Point: God's messenger hooked The Scripturient's League Editors due to the reason of the main character's emotion, you submitted a depressing prologue along with its other chapters however please improve your grammar and tenses. You will be assigned to a group with 4 people please click Teammates" 
A smile is formed on my lips, My eyes widened with joy and happiness as I read the notification. This is just the first time I'm able to be qualified in The Scripturient's League contest. I tapped the Teammate button and slowly read all my teammate's names.
"Great_Xiaoacheng! You are part of the low rank-writers. Your assigned team members were named as: 
Jin Tofu
Kim Daiki 
Quan Chi
Alevtina Sasori. 
They'll be your teammates until the termination day of writers where one of you will be eliminated from the team. 
Note: The termination day will be the day where you could know that you leveled up and be part of the other writer's team. The other writer teams is classified as  (Medium, High and Legendary) or all your points, stats were gone to zero and you have to do your best to level up with your life-span. 
Have a pleasant day to meet with your team mates! Congratulations, Great_XiaoCheng. All the best along with your teammates. 
"Oh this is cool, I cant wait to meet them" I said to myself excitedly, a new notification appeared on my phone. 
"Great_XiaoCheng! To meet your teammates, swipe up this portal image" 
An image of a rectangular neon blue with violet hues portal is attached on the notification. I swipe it up and the portal is in front of me, my eyes widened. 
I squinted my eyes as I slowly step inside, blinded from the violet neon lights of the unknown world I step in. Loud bangs of fireworks, cheering and chatters enveloped the environment, I looked to my back and the portal closes by itself. I looked around and a lot of people gathered, some were laughing and have a happy expression on their faces as they hug a person that came towards their small group. 
The neon blue and violet floodlights are the light source of the place, I looked up as I saw a shadow cast over the ground. A zeppelin is seen floating from the sky, it reads "The Scripturient's League" 
I looked sideways and few cheers of the people filled the arena. Lot of people, wearing hoodies like me with an animal icon. 
"Told you that you will be qualified!" I looked at my side and saw a blonde haired guy, wearing a hoodie with Ocelot animal icon on his back and wrapped his arms to a guy that also have an Ocelot icon. 
"I told you that you have the great plot on your entry, let's go meet the others" the person said as he yank the guy, walking through the group of people that is busy chattering and laughing. 
"You must be one of our teammate" I heard someone behind me.

 I turned around and saw a dark brown-haired guy crossing his arms across his chest with a smirk on his face standing between the 3 people. A choppy, medium-toned, white-haired guy with red bangs that has a big smile on its face, waving at me. A black-haired guy wearing glasses with a serious expression on his face, looking at me and a long black-haired girl with blue highlights visible on her hair, looking at the other groups of people. All of them were wearing a light yellow colored hoodie with a small sloth animal icon on the right side of the chest. 
"Welcome to the group!"

"Write before the deadline or lose a life span" that's what Shane Hiroki thinks. Being a top writer is what Shane Hiroki wants to be known for. After receiving a notification from The Scripturient's League, Shane joined and become a member of low-rank writers. 

Shane and his team compete with other talented writers with their daily quest where they have to meet its requirement and deadline or else the members of the team would  lose a life span and lose its points. 

Will Shane survive the competitions and become a top writer? 

This book is highly related to writers. The book includes racing word counts, timed- word mini games, and etc. Just a reader? Read this and you'll know the struggles of being a writer and who knows.. Because of this book, you want to be a writer.. or not.

Wallace began his session with a greeting. 
"Welcome to KeyLine publication, Giselle. I'm Wallace, the information guy of KeyLine publication. Nice to meet you." Wallace introduced himself.
"Oh, my pleasure, Wallace. Thanks." Giselle felt comfortable. 
She thought Wallace would be some typical old guy who preaches about the rules and regulations by immersing his audience with long dull and boring lectures. But that was not the case, Wallace is indeed old but he still rocks his young appearance and has a heart of youth. His job at KeyLine publication is probably one of the most boring ones is what often commented by others. 

To other's view, Wallace is a guy who talks about the company's history and knows about IN and OUT of its details. However, Shane Ricardo doesn't use him just for that. Wallace is also in charge of following the public response, paparazzi, rumors, gossips and other spotlight information about their writers. To simply put, Wallace is an important alliance to Shane and KeyLine. He is also well acquainted with every writer, editors, sales representatives, inventory managers, guys at the printers and so on. His network is huge and wide. 
Giselle could feel his majestic presence just by listening to him talk.
Wallace started off with KeyLine's history:
"To start off easy but also most importantly would be KeyLine publication founders. The Ricardo family were the ones who founded KeyLine. It was founded in the year, 1927 by James Ricardo. James is probably Shane's greatest grandfather, I think" Wallace laughed.
Giselle listened intently. Looking at her attentiveness made Wallace return back to his job.
He then continued... the history about KeyLine's growth in the publishing Industry.
...
One large cup of Americano is already over and yet there's more to learn. Giselle became weak. Noticing her tiredness, Wallace invited her out to lunch together. He got permission from Shane and they both headed out to the nearby burger joint.
Giselle and Wallace happily placed their orders and while waiting for their food, Wallace continued.
"Now, we can freely talk about the writers. We do currently manage a wide range of writers based on their manuscript, mainly. But right now, we got our top four contributors who dedicatedly work with us for a long time. I mean they're books are sold-out as soon as they get released, baby." 
Giselle gasped. 
"Our top four best are Jayce, Gill, Edwin, and Caesar. They have been associated with us for quite a long time. I think Gill is the oldest one right now, in terms of 'writers-associated with KeyLine'. Fact: Shane and Gill are old college friends."
The food arrived sooner than they expected, Wallace stopped with his session and they both enjoyed their lunch together.
"So, this is your major start as an Editor, right?" Wallace asked.
"Yeah. I have been an assistant and a proof-reader but never a proper editor. This will be my first-hand experience." Giselle confirmed.
"You're in good hands. Gill's editor is Jenna. Right now, she's our best. But when she joined, I heard that she never had any work experience. Plus, it was a die-hard situation where she needed the job desperately to take care of her family. I did have the Session with her. She's a good kid. You'll like her." Wallace shared his memories and advised Giselle to make use of this best opportunity.
After lunch, Wallace took the time to explain about each individual authors and their works. This included the genres they write, their current editors, successfully works and their achievements.
Later after their lunch, Wallace and Giselle returned to the office. The next topic of the session was all the rules and events. It also included the benefits for editors at KeyLine.
...
Time: 03:38 PM
"That's it. You got any doubts?" Wallace ended his session. 
His table had empty cups of Americano. Successfully, his session with Giselle had ended. Giselle looked tired but not completely worn out. She did take notes often to remember a few things. Wallace liked Giselle's calm personality. So, he gave her a lot of tips and advice. 
"Right now, I'm good. In case if I have any doubts, I'll find you." Giselle responded. 
"You got it. Hear, this is my card. And that's my number." Wallace handed over his business card and contact information for Giselle's convenience.
"Thank you, Wallace." Giselle thanked him.
"Text me if you need any help. I'll make sure to respond asap." Wallace gave her a tip.
"So, what's next?" he asked.
"Shane asked me to inform him once my session with you is over. I think I'll be meeting with Jayce." Giselle answered.
"Meeting with Jayce uh?" 
"Yes."
"well here's my advice for impressing your new author. Tell him that you like his first book." Wallace advised her.
"Tainted Love?" 
"Exactly, I heard it's based on his true life. Although his first book never really got much recognition globally, it did sell out many copies. We all say that his recent book 'Money made Love' is the most successful one. However, 'Tainted Love' is his soft spot. That guy is also smooth. So, be careful not to fall for him. After all, he is a Romance Novel author." Wallace winked.

WELCOME to my very first novel, Get Back to You.
I'm so happy to see that you selected this book to read. I'm sure you will have a great time.

Important Note: You are about to read an LGBT novel, a beautiful love story of two women, Lillian Grey and Giselle.

The two souls bonded by love yet, pulled apart by the external entities. The two women meet years later, the subtle fire still tingling inside, allows them to reconcile but, the question to be asked is: Will they accept it or not?
******
"Here's my message for you in case if you even care about me!"
"Don't ever show yourself in front of me, ever again."
"Why?"
"Because I can't stop myself from loving you if I ever see you again."
"What you gave me is irreplaceable! It still burning in my heart, never letting me live my life in peace."
Upon hearing the shocking news about Giselle's return from her best friend, Anna, Lillian conveyed a heart-wrenching message to pass on, only if Giselle still cared to ask about her.
******
Author's Note:
Get Back to You is very special because it is my first novel and a bold choice, I would say. The once short story showed a lot of potentials to become a perfect novel. The character had a depth to them and an unheard voice, for which I wanted to bring justice by exploring and writing. Just like how we would enjoy a typical romance story between two opposite sexes, I wanted to tell a sweet love story of two beautiful women. Through this novel, I wish to improve people's viewing of LGBT relationships and hope that we show respect without judging.
Join the adventure of Lillian Grey and Giselle and in their struggles to come together. I'm very proud of creating this story, and I constantly work hard to bring justice to its storytelling. I hope that my efforts reap when the readers enjoy the tale as they travel through this journey.
The best way to show your support and share your thoughts is through comments, which I hope to see eventually. Type your constructed opinions and perspectives. Bring out any concern with your reading experience, and let me learn from your voice. And finally, this is fiction which is to read and enjoy. Please don't rule reality based on it. Have a great read here and when you encounter similar situations in real life, make sure to be wise and impartial in your judgment.

Apart from reading my novel here, there are other ways for you guys to show your love and support. 
All of your support will keep motivating me to write well.
Kofi -> ko-fi.com/ljackace
Patreon -> patreon.com/LjackAce

Follow me on my Instagram! I share all the references and some cute moments of the characters from the story:
Instagram -> instagram/ljackace

Join the discord server:
https://discord.gg/Jdvpn3a

Started a new wordpress site to release any updates, share blogposts, and announcements. So, check it out!
https://ljackace.wordpress.com/

I'm deeply grateful for having an opportunity to share the story here and for all the love I've received thus far and in the future. Thank you very much for enjoy Get Back to You!

****request to the readers****
Since, there are some new writers writing on webnovel for the first time ....please guys show some support to new authors  like us....our aim is to provide with better plot twists , vocabulary,etc. 

Show some support and encourage the writers who wants you to be away from your daily worries ,be inspired, relaxed, refreshed and entertained.

Give a chance to the new writers on this platform and I'm sure they will soon shine like diamond!!!!
We all are trying our best to make our readers satisfied with our writings. 


A humble request,
Katnasis everdeen

"THE THING WHICH YOU ASSUME TO BE REAL IS NOT ALWAYS REAL".

"THE ASSERTIONS YOU BELIEVE TO BE TRUE  DOES NOT REPRESENT THE ACTUAL TRUTH".

"THE MOST TRUSTED ONES CAN BE ONE OF THE MOST FAKE PERSONALITIES".

"THE ONE WHO DESERVES YOUR SACRIFICES IS THE ONE WHO SACRIFICES ITSELF FOR YOUR SAFETY."

"ONE NEEDS TO STEP ON THE MOST SAFEST PATH  FILLED WITH A BLEND OF CLUES OF EMOTIONS TO KNOW THE CERTITUDE".

Readers Choice Awards is an annual contest where the world's best books are put for voting to the readers, that's why it has been named as READERS choice awards. We have been closely watching the voting process of this award. We realised that worldwide readers of the books which had been nominated participated for this contest to vote for their favourite books. The founder of Motivational Strips said 'A book is as good as a reader loves to read them". This statement plays vital role in today's world of books. Every year hundreds of thousands of book get published but the writers acumen in keeping the mind of the reader occupied is what takes a book to the threshold of success.
Thus this contest year on year is to win the POPULAR CATEGORY amidst the RC awards. Every reader looks at this aspect, year on year to see who takes the stakes for this category. The commercial value of a book comes to the public front when the Readers decide the winners. The authors who get nominated from across the globe are selected on the basis of their reader base and acceptance in the literary world. Every author trues hard to win the 'Popular Category' because only this category can reflect the authentic global readers verdict. It reveals the content quality, value, and marketability of a book to other readers. This category is very difficult to win, as the decision-makers are real readers. The readers judge the book best. So only those books which get read by them makes it to the top in this category. It's the toughest category and the most authentic one.
Apart from that, there are also commercial categories, which may be complimentary. They are not based on readers decisions but on the discretion of the of someone magazines. They are given away in kind to encourage and not disappoint some privileged ones who are loyal to these magazines. The readers are never taken into decision and are chosen by the magazine authorities. Though this category doesn't have much relevance, but helps many upcoming writers to get their reader base commenced. It's a honorary appreciation that are given away in surplus to the participants. (These Categories are awarded normally to encourage participants and based on good relations with the home magazine). All award committees in the world keep such categories to keep their entity running. The world needs to uplift some upcoming writers too.
We are glad to announce the top three winners and the top seven participants who made it this year to READERS CHOICE AWARDS 2020 IN THE POPULAR CATEGORY. The top three winners and the seven participants are as below.
TITLE OF BOOK
READERS VOTES
1. Stories that Intrigue - Brenda Mohammed (Romance Category)
Total Readers Voted - 1013
(Gold Winner) - Overall Votes
(Gold Winner) - Romance Category
2. The Ghost Wisdom - Shiju H. Pallithazheth (Non-Fiction Category)
Total Readers Voted - 670
(Silver Winner) - Overall
(Gold Winner) - Non-Fiction Category
3. Written in Water - Lesley Hayes (Other Fiction Category)
Total Readers Voted - 449
(Bronze Winner) - Overall
(Gold Winner) - Other Fiction Category
Finalists Of Popular Category ( These books didn't make it as Winners among the global mass, However, some of them have been awarded honorary Readers Choice awards upon the discretion of the magazine to motivate them. So for those who got the honorary titles, we express our heartfelt congratulations)
4. Sparky - Millie Slavidou
Total Readers Voted - 331
5. The Shimmer - Sylva Fae Total Readers Voted 247
6. A Year in the life of Leah- Lucinda Clarke
Total Readers Voted - 245
7. To Target the Heart - Andrea Alien Total Readers Voted - 189
8. Irma's Endgame - Paulette Mathurin
Total Readers Voted - 187
9. Chronicles of Fen Cermain -Y.W. Lumaris
Total Readers Voted - 139
10. The Mouse in the Hammock - Bethany Brevard
Total Readers Voted - 123
The source of this data as attached is obtained from the Award Voting portal.
Please share this post and let the world of readers know which best books got published in the year 2020. It would guide them to buy the best of the world as above and adorn their book collection.



“The Artist Class, Writer Sub-Class? That’s quite interesting! So, you like writing?” 

“Yes,” Tamie blushed. “So, what are the specialties of the Writer Class?” 

“Well, the Artist Class overall is a powerful class of the Zodiac Crafts. It is the only class that is divided into sub-branches, and it has a total of five of them that are known here in Rosenweld – the Painter, the Writer, the Singer, the Player (also known as the Actor), and the Builder. Each of these sub-classes serves the people pursuing them to learn the respective crafts and apply them in the Zodiac teachings – like if you choose the Painter Class, you learn how to draw pictures with your element power, then your Zen power afterwards (as Zen is the highest manifestation of one’s elemental power), and then gift life to those pictures, letting them aid you in battles and any other sorts of activities”. 

“Wow! That’s amazing! So, what does the Writer Class do, then?” 

“Good question! Writers have the same power – they learn to write using their element power and later the Zen power and their writings come to life!” 

“No way… Writings that come to life? For real?” 

 Tamie’s eyes brightened with excitement – so, if she learned these crafts, she would be able to bring her characters to life?! That was a true paradise! 

Maybe then… when I get enough power, I can summon Byakuya, my muse? 

“The highest ranks of Writers, which are called the Demigods, can summon even their muses – the substances that help them write wonderful pieces… Well, as you are a writer yourself, you should understand the meaning of a muse better than me”. 

“Thank you so much for your help, Erisa!” 

“Hehe, that was nothing,” Erisa smiled. “Oh, before you go, let me tell you – for you to choose the Artist Class, was a really risky decision. Every Artist, as I said, does crafts that aid them in battle, and they make pieces of art with their elemental powers. As your element is the Air (since you are a Libra), you will need to train double as hard, because the Air creates items that are invisible just like it, and while it is also a great advantage against enemies, it is a great difficulty for the user too, for they must be already on a high level with their Air powers in order to create pieces well, without being able to see them. You understand, right? So the only good choices of sub-branches for Air masters are often the Singer and the Player, as the Painter and the Builder both create actual, material items – the paintings and the statues and buildings respectively, while the Singer and the Player rely completely on their talent. For Singers, Air is actually an advantageous element, as it greatly amplifies the radius of where their siren voice reaches. For Writers, Air is somewhat a difficult element – on the scroll, when you write letters, you won’t be able to see them, and if you make a spelling mistake, your summoning won’t work. So that might be a problem at the beginning”. 

“Oh my, then I will need to train hard! Are there any Writers here? Maybe they could train me...” 

“Unfortunately, our order has no Writers, and the Writers in general seldom belong to the Air element, for the reason I earlier mentioned”. 

“Oh, that’s truly unfortunate...” 

“But you can change the Class just now if you want, before you’ve started your training for serious”. 

 Tamie first widened eyes, wanting to accept this offer, but then she hesitated and fell into her thoughts. 

If I refuse to become a Writer, I will never be able to actually see Byakuya for real, in this real world. I wish to see him so badly, now when I know it is possible… She clenched her fists. No, it is worth a try. After all, I am a writer since childhood. There is no way I can’t handle this. 

 So she raised her head and smiled: 

“No, thanks, I think I’ll tackle this”. 

“Well then, best of luck to you! Here’s an Artist scroll, made by our Builder Class specialist specifically for the Artist Class pursuers,” Erisa handed her one of those old cream-coloured scrolls that lay on the counter. “And here’s a writing brush. You should fuse your Air with it to write in the Zodiac style”. 

“Thank you very much!” 

 Tamie took the items and put them in a bag attached to her waist. 

That’s that. I am officially a Zodiac Mistress now! 

 Finally, her dream had come true… But she wouldn’t stop here. After all, she had an even more ambitious dream – to become the greatest Zodiac Mistress of all time. 

Just you wait, Celestial Lords… Tamie Wingfield has joined the game!

In the realm of Zariel, every person can manipulate one of the four elements their zodiac belongs to - Fire, Earth, Air or Water. 

Tamie Wingfield dreams to become the greatest Zodiac Master of all time. For that, she decides to join the Rose Cruce Order, which her elder brother Nick Wingfield belongs to, as one of the highest ranks - the Sage. But Tamie has a big problem - she is a Libra, and out of all Zodiac, Libra is the only inanimate object, rendering it the most powerless of all (or so it is believed).

How will the girl of the most powerless zodiac sign manage to become the grand Zodiac Master?

Debbie didn't comment much about Scarlet's errand as she kept the poker face.
"Welcome back."
Scarlet nodded and tried to wipe the smile off her face. The governess noted that despite the calm mask on the blogger's face, Scarlet's eyes were livelier now. The lady was glad that her little assignment had done the trick.
"I was able to look through most of the story," she informed Scarlet and the girl became more serious. "I'm impressed by your creative ideas. Can you tell me where you got the inspiration from?"
Scarlet blushed at the praise and shuffled awkwardly. "I was researching when I came across something called Cats the Musical from Broadway*... I thought that it would be easier to model some people after talking cats to better portray their struggles in a comical manner?"
Debbie looked pleased with Scarlet's response and had a huge smile on her face. "Great! While it isn't ready to be turned into a book, I think we should commemorate your very first masterpiece. Does this story have a title?"
Scarlet didn't seem to think of it in a bad way, so Debbie was secretly relieved. Rejection can be a very harsh thing for writers and she didn't want to stamp out the burning flame in Scarlet. It might not be a huge bonfire yet, but the passion was still there. Fortunately, the girl was a fighter. She accepted it with grace and moved on, seeking further improvement.
"I think we can call it 'A Catty Conversation'. Would you mind pointing out where exactly I've gone wrong?"
Debbie blinked. "All in due time, Scarlet. For a first attempt, it was very good. I just needed something to be the gauge of your current abilities before we move on from there. From what I can see, you have a rather strong grasp of the English language. The grammar and structure are not worrying. You also have an intuitive sense of how to pace your stories with a very natural way of telling it. Your characters spring to life with how you describe your scenes, although some transitions can be shaky. But don't worry, we will work on them."
The blogger nodded as she heard her mentor's feedback. "Actually, I've been thinking of a question for a while now."
"Yes?"
Scarlet hesitated. Should she admit that she wasn't a natural prodigy when it came to writing? Would Debbie no longer be impressed or will she express her disappointment? After a while, Scarlet eventually decided to go with the truth. After all, it was harder to conceal the truth with time. The blogger knew that if she was truthful right from the start, she wouldn't disappoint the editor too much. Sure, Debbie might be disappointed for a while, but maybe she would come to understand how to help Scarlet more?
"Actually, I researched some writing tips for writers online before I attempted to write something. A Catty Conversation isn't my first work. It's probably my third or fourth? I've lost count. Also, It has been revised twice and edited once before I submitted it. I just want to know, how does an author create their personal style? I've tried finding answers for there isn't a definite answer."
Debbie smiled. It's a question that all young writers ask. Sadly, not even she could give them the answer. Instead, the editor gave Scarlet her very first homework.
"It's a very good question, Scarlet. I would be rather worried if you hadn't asked about it or research anything about writing beforehand. This shows that you have a levelled head and aren't egotistical. There's definitely room for improvements for everybody in the writing world. It doesn't matter if you're young or old, have published best-sellers or won the Nobel Peace Prize. Style is something that comes over time with experience, practice and wisdom. It's not learnt or taught, it is discovered and created. Think of a writer's style as their writing personality and DNA. It's unique to every individual."
She then picked up the blank exercise book and smiled. "This is going to be a very good starter. I'd like you to write all the questions you have about writing and write them down in this book and I will answer them next week. Don't forget to decorate the book and give it a name too!"
The blogger was puzzled. "I have to give this book a name too?"
Debbie looked at her as if that Scarlet was asking if the sky was blue today. "Of course! It's only natural, right? You name the things that are precious to you. For writers, what can be more important than books?"
Scarlet didn't know what to say. One should never judge a book by their cover, and at this moment, she thinks that it is especially true for Debbie who packed her things and bid the Wilde's goodbye. On the surface, Debbie sounded sane and looked nothing out of the ordinary. However, after getting to know her tutor a little better, Scarlet decided that all writers have to be a little bit insane at the very least to produce such stories.
Once Debbie left, Scarlet looked at the book in her hand. The press plants were currently still in the processing. Tina was helping her to dry them out by pressing them in between the pages of thick phone books. Alex had also agreed to lend Scarlet some of her art supplies when the plants were ready. Scarlet was excited about how the communication diary would turn out, but for now, she had to come up with a name.
Something that means secret... Scarlet didn't really know the meaning of names, so the best way to do it was by searching it up on the internet. It didn't take her long to find a list of names that had 'secret' in their meaning.
As she scrolled down the names, one of them caught her eye. It was a name with a double meaning and Scarlet thought that it was actually perfect for her first communication diary.
"From this day forth, you shall be known as Judah!" the blogger proudly announced to the blank exercise book.
>> This is a sponsored line break announcement. If you are not reading on Webnovel, then the content is stolen. Support the creator - Destiny Aitsuji - on Webnovel and check out their other works. <<
*Disclaimer: I do not own this. It's by T.S. Eliot and Andrew Lloyd Webber. I love some of their songs and I would recommend you check it out. Good classic.


At age 10, Scarlet Liu Xiu Wen was tested with a Mensa IQ of 156.

By age 12, she was publishing books with the pen name Permanent Frost. By age 14, she was a successful vocalist-composer in the band called Britannia. By age 16 Scarlet had a successful career as a model and actress going by the stage name of Liu Xiu Wen.

However, there was a secret that the world didn't know. Away from the limelight, Scarlet took on yet another persona online as Pirate S - the eccentric half-genius. Everyone who lurked in the forums knew her name. Known for her unusual takes on life and mostly popularly for her "Human Observation Diary" blog, Scarlet enjoys the nerd life in secret.

Human Observation Diary has always kept to a very standard format but one day, a reader pointed out that the blog has recently been differing from its usual format. Intrigued by the trigger, Scarlet investigates her latest human observation - an online NEET by the name of Jedd77.

From further interactions, Scarlet finds herself helplessly drawn to him. As their friendship develops into something more, Scarlet has to make a choice.

To give up her secrecy and allow Jedd77 to be a part of her life? Or continue the game of cat and mouse even after the face reveal.

Note: Slow progress. Talks of some darker topics in life eg: Depression, PTSD, adoption and acceptance.

Drama seekers, toxic bitches and overly-sensitive folks who cannot chillax not welcomed. Author also has indemnity to typo, grammar mistakes and English bugs throughout the story.

You have been warned. Proceed with caution and enjoy.

***

Special chapter release on other milestones, check out my discord and patreon for more details, thank you for the support!

Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/destinyaitsuji
Kofi: Ko-fi.com/destinyaitsuji
Discord: https://discord.gg/UrtDMXn

She came into existence in no more than a blink of an eye, dressed in shades of translucent blue, and glided down to earth upon thermals, as writers' imaginations welcomed her below.
Her only questions were her name and purpose.
She remembers to be human.
To have worked hard climbing a tower to help someone or simply herself. Then rain made her fall through ink clouds staining her. Making her someone different from who she was.
She felt it. Her destiny was not hers anymore but she still liked it and in her deep memories a spark came to be. She was Evangelina.
Her name recovered, the blank space around her started to take form.
The writers welcomed her, for she fueled their imaginations. They wrote of magical birds, they wrote of fairies, they wrote of love.
They wrote of everything.
Evangelina enjoyed having a purpose.
Evangelina enjoyed living.
They called her the Muse, because that was what she was to them. They found inspiration in her beautifully voiced words, in her deep blue ocean-like eyes, and simply the way she walked. She was an inspiration in every possible way. The Muse had no flaws.
Then came a time of trouble. She began to have one flaw. She had come to this world as a small girl and now she was an adult.
She was aging.
Evangelina didn't want to age. She wanted to stay young forever. She had to try something.
The writers tried their best to help her. She told them that she didn't need any help. After some time, they agreed.
She continued to tell them that she was working hard to stop the aging. That she really didn't want to age.
There was something that the writers didn't know. Well, two things. First of all, she was lying to them. Second, she had fallen in love.

best for writers novel

Ideas for Writers

I’m Really a Superstar

Losing Money to Be a Tycoon

A Writer's Deadline

Get Back to You

UNTITLED TRUTH

Two Top Winners in Readers Choice Award 2020 from Motivational Strips

Zodiac Circle

Love Journal - As Told By An Emotionally Constipated Half-Genius

deleted

People search best for writers also like: