It is likely that the traditional use of narcissi for the treatment of cancer was due to the presence of isocarbostyril constituents such as narciclasine, pancratistatin and their congeners.

Acetylcholine esterase inhibition has attracted the most interest as a possible therapeutic intervention, with activity varying by a thousandfold between species, and the greatest activity seen in those that contain galantamine or epinorgalanthamine.

The rodent repellant properties of Narcissus alkaloids have been utilised in horticulture to protect more vulnerable bulbs.

In the West, the narcissus is perceived as a symbol of vanity, in the East as a symbol of wealth and good fortune, while in Persian literature, the narcissus is a symbol of beautiful eyes.

Western Culture
In western culture, the daffodil is also associated with spring festivals such as Lent and its successor Easter. In Germany, the wild narcissus, N. pseudonarcissus, is known as the Osterglocke or "Easter bell." In the United Kingdom, the daffodil is sometimes referred to as the Lenten lily.

Although prized as an ornamental flower, some people consider narcissi unlucky, because they hang their heads implying misfortune. White narcissi, such as N triandrus "Thalia", are especially associated with death and have been called grave flowers. In Ancient Greece, narcissi were planted near tombs, and Robert Herrick describes them as portents of death, an association which also appears in the myth of Persephone and the underworld. 

.The poet Ovid also dealt with the mythology of the narcissus. In his Metamorphoses, he recounts the story of the youth Narcissus who, after his death, is turned into the flower, and it is also mentioned in Book 5 of his poem Fasti. This theme of metamorphosis was broader than just Narcissus; for instance see crocus, laurel, and hyacinth

"The poem I will recite now about myself, you must all have read in your English class. It was written by William Wordsworth."

I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of dancing Daffodils;
Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: –
A poet could not but be gay
In such a laughing company:
I gazed – and gazed – but little thought
What wealth the shew to me had brought:

For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.

Although there is no clear evidence that the flower's name derives directly from the Greek myth, this link between the flower and the myth became firmly part of western culture. The narcissus or daffodil is the most loved of all English plants and appears frequently in English literature. Many English writers have referred to the cultural and symbolic importance of Narcissus. No flower has received more poetic description except the rose and the lily, with poems by authors from John Gower, Shakespeare, Milton, Wordsworth, Shelley, and Keats. Frequently the poems deal with self-love derived from Ovid's account. Gower's reference to the yellow flower of the legend has been assumed to be the daffodil or Narcissus, 

Shakespeare frequently uses flower imagery, refers to daffodils twice in The Winter's Tale and also The Two Noble Kinsmen. Robert Herrick alludes to their association with death in a number of poems. Among the English romantic movement writers, none is better known than William Wordsworth's short 1804 poem I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud which has become linked in the popular mind with the daffodils that form its main image. Wordsworth also included the daffodil in other poems. Keats refers to daffodils among those things capable of bringing "joy forever".

In the visual arts, narcissi are depicted in three different contexts, mythological (Narcissus, Persephone), floral art, or landscapes. 

Eastern cultures
In Chinese culture Narcissus tazetta subsp. chinensis (Chinese sacred lilies), which can be grown indoors, is widely used as an ornamental plant. It was probably introduced to China by Arab traders traveling the Silk Road prior to the Song Dynasty for medicinal use. Spring-flowering, they became associated with Chinese New Year, signifying good fortune.

In India, the daffodil is commonly known as Nargis or Yemberzal (in Kashmiri). The importance of this flower for the Kashmiri people and other mountain regions is that it declares the arrival of Spring after the long harsh months of Winter. This white petalled beauty is also considered a symbol of good health and prosperity. A popular Kashmiri folk song, derived from the first-ever Kashmiri opera performed- Bombur ta Yemberzal, is illustrative of the love story of the Narcissus (Yemberzal) and the Bumble Bee (Bombur)

Festivals
In some areas where narcissi are prevalent, their blooming in spring is celebrated in festivals. 

Commercial uses
Throughout history the scent of narcissi has been an important ingredient of perfumes, a quality that comes from essential oils rather than alkaloids. Narcissi are also an important horticultural crop and source of cut flowers (floriculture).The Netherlands, which is the most important source of flower bulbs worldwide is also a major centre of narcissus production.

The largest Daffodil plant waving its flowery head and said that this was all that he could say. 
If more information, is needed then the children can go home and search the internet to get a lot of information or they can go to a horticulture expert who will tell them a lot of things.

The daffodil then said that it would be getting to be evening soon and as soon as the sun goes down and they switch over to sleeping/resting/ respiratory mode. Hence, they cannot answer any questions. Tomorrow, when the sun comes then the plants, trees animals, birds, etc. will be in a position to answer your questions.

The Daffodil asked if there were any other questions. We did not have any was the reply given by Chris.

Our 4 flying cars had parked on the grass and when the drivers saw that we were ready to leave,  the cars glided towards us hovering a few inches above the grass. Zen again wondered what sort of fuel was being used by the flying cars, it must be environment-friendly, as the cars did not seem to emit any smoke. They bid thanks and bye to the grass, the lake and the Daffodils saying they will come again tomorrow to get information about the birds, frogs, fish, trees, squirrels, butterflies, etc.

What would happen if you got stuck in Time?

Zia has completed her Ph.D. in Botany and has applied for the post of lecturer/ Professor. She joins a High school as a temporary teacher and is entrusted with the task of leading a group of students on a trekking /camping expedition. 

On the way they meet a guy who seems to be a trouble maker but later, he proves to be a pillar of strength. Early morning their camp is attacked and they flee taking a different route. But they are lost.

They enter a world where people are living, in hiding, for over 250 years. Their technology is much advanced as compared to ours. Their world was initially a Utopia but now it is changing due to an oppressive ruler.

They are trapped in the time of this hidden world and want to help the people there fight against the oppressive ruler and his cronies. The oppressive ruler wants to make a number of Time Machines by using the brains of the scientists who had died in harness at the site of the experiments. 

They all decide to help the good citizens of the lost world. The huge brains are destroyed and the Orbs of the scientists escape to help the rest in their mission. 

In the process, the crystals that are used in the hypnotizing guns are almost finished and to get more they split up to go to the 'Magical World' through a curtain which is a portal. The Magical World is a flat  man made Earth-like satellite, which was made as a joke to taunt the scientists 7000 years ago, and which is still operational. Here they meet the inhabitants.  They are fascinated with the advancement of science especially the talking chips and the flying cars.They see a completely different world where animals, plants, rocks, water etc can talk. Before you touch anything you need to seek permission.

They also meet the Aliens called the 'Crocodile Race' who have come to the Magical World (the flat satellite) to get supplies. They see spaceships being guided to land by the scientists of the Magical World.

At present they are narrating to the Aliens, what they have undergone till date. 

Read on to experience their adventures, their fears, and their courage, to deal with various situations and how, after meandering through various secret passageways, encountering adventures, they finally come back to their time.
****************************
Trying to post a chapter in a week now.

It was just over half an hour before the plane landed. 
The stylish lady with blonde hair and green eyes put out a small comb for her smooth blonde hair and the creaking static noises were heard. After putting her comb into her handbag, she fumbled out a bunch of jars and bottles filled with cosmetic products and started to refine her makeup elaborately in front of her small mirror. Richard couldn't help but think that maybe her boyfriend— or girlfriend! — was waiting for her at the Los Angeles International Airport? 
Not only her, but other passengers were preparing to get off the plane. Walking back and forth down the aisles, they were waiting in queue for the bathrooms. Sometimes, one or two brats wanted to pull at Richard's tail, but it dodged their grabbing hands flexibly. 
Not a fan of the scents of cosmetics or brats like Yi Le, Richard wanted to go to a quiet place close to the porthole. 
Fina was taking a nap on her seat closest to the porthole, while Zhang Zian was sleeping with his mouth open in the middle seat. Richard decided to bully the weak one. It fluttered its wings and landed on Zhang Zian's shoulder, looking at the brown coastline beneath the skyline afar through the porthole. 
Suddenly, it noticed its own figure in the reflection of the porthole—its whole body was covered with light grey feathers, and its dark red tail feathers appeared very perky. 
It looked at its body carefully, lowered its head, and used its beak to comb through the disheveled feathers on its chest. 
"Stop it." Zhang Zian sensed its movement. Half asleep, he opened his eyes, wiped off his saliva, and muttered. 
Richard didn't bother to care about this man, who was always at the bottom of the food chain of the pet shop. 
It remembered the day when it looked in the mirror for the first time in its life. 
At that time, it hadn't acquired the intelligence to know that it was a 'parrot', nor did it have the concept of how a parrot looked like in its head. When it saw its figure in the mirror for the first time, it thought another creature had intruded its body. It was so scared that it shivered in the corner. 
"Oh, darling, don't be afraid, it is you." Wearing her white coat, she was amused by its response and held it tightly in her arms, whispering to it softly. 
"Alex, look, this is you, you are a parrot." 
With her tender words, it felt like it was not as frightened as before. It was being trained to identify colors, so it asked, "What... color?" 
"Oh! Alex, you always surprise me! This is grey, look, your feathers are grey." 
"Come on, cutie pie, you've got another name—'Grey'!" 
That day was the first time it had looked in the mirror and it had remembered the color grey ever since. This gave it another nickname, "Grey", that she only addressed it with this when she was about to get angry. 
For example, when it sat on the plane with humans for the first time, it took away her shrimp salad, for it detested the stale fruit salad provided by the flight and declined to eat it. After several attempts at patient yet futile persuasion, she snapped, "Damn it! Grey! You must eat that fruit!" 
It surrendered and finished the fruit salad sheepishly, not because of her angry tone, but because it noticed the worried and anxious looks that she cast on it. 
Although overripe apples give off very disgusting smells, they could supplement the vitamins necessary for its body. After its infection to aspergillus, she was increasingly concerned for its health. 
And Richard was not willing to see her eyes filled with any concern.
...
"Liǎng gè huánglí míng cuìliǔ, yì háng báilù shàng qíngtiān—" 
"Two golden orioles sing amid the willows green; A flock of white egrets fly toward the blue sky—"
"No, no, baby, not qíngtiān, it’s qīngtiān. It’s pronounced in the first tone, not the second tone!"
In front of Richard’s left side was a family of four. The Chinese mother had been correcting her mixed-race son’s pronunciation numerous times.
"Mommy, I can recite too." Her little daughter, who also had the facial features of a mixed-race was very active, "Chūn mián bù jué xiǎo, chùchù wén zí yǎo…?" 
"My God!" the mother, who was the only person with the facial features of a Chinese person, rested her fingers on her forehead, "It’s ‘chùchù wén tí niǎo’ . You are even more impressive than your brother!"
The Chinese passengers around them burst into kind laughter. Though some foreign passengers didn’t understand what was going on, as joyfulness was contagious, they began to smile too. 
Richard also smiled ear to ear. 
As an Apprehensive Bird, it was familiar with classic Chinese cultures and could recite any popular poem in ancient China. But speaking of how it began to be exposed to the cultured in the first place, it was long time ago…
That year, she brought it to Tucson, Arizona, a southern city in the United States, and they lived on a farm eight miles from downtown. On many mornings, they would drink coffee and wait for the sunrise on the balcony together… 
When the sun rose above the Lincoln Mountains, she and it would look at the peak of Saint Catalina Mountain basked in the sunshine. Marvelous by the beautiful sunglows in lavender and pink, she would gasp in admiration frequently, "Dear Alex, look, how amazing nature is! You are all blessed by the creator!"
The insightful Old Time Tea praised the young doctor in the pet clinic for her knowledge of both Chinese and Western cultures. In fact, she was resourceful too. After living on the farm for a while, her native language probably didn’t have enough expressions to let her display her affections to the nature, she began to teach it Chinese idioms and poems such as "yún zhēng xiá wèi" —The rosy clouds are slowly rising— and "qì zhēng yún mèng zé" –Cloud and dream fall into the river. 
At that time, it was not able to comprehend such complicated expressions. What it did was just role imitation. Yet deep inside its heart, it still remembered the two poems that she recited the most— "shān guāng yuè niǎo xìng" –Mountain scene pleases the birds– and "yè dǐ huáng lí yī liǎng shēng" –Orioles are chirping around the leaves and branches.
It didn’t understand the meanings of these poems until it had become an elfin. And it was aware that how difficult it was for a foreigner like her to comprehend the classic literature of China. She often said that it was the pride of her life, and in fact, Richard was very proud of her. 
She meant the whole world to it. 
"X-art…brazzers…kink…digital sin… private…wicked…hey hey, foreign girls…I came, I saw, I conquered…" muttered Zhang Zian with a weird and disgusting smile on his face, it seemed like he was having some kind of happy dream.
Richard came to itself from its reminiscencing and shuddered! 
Why was this idiot speaking English so fluently right now?!
Luckily, he wasn’t talking loudly. If other passengers had heard him, they would probably call the police right away!
It disdainfully stared at Zhang Zian, whose saliva was drooping beside his mouth, and tried very hard with its wings to pull up the blanket that was slipping down his body. 
This idiot thought that he was lucky to run into it at the class of a Chinese professor randomly. 
Actually, it was attracted by the lecture. 
Though the old Professor Chen made students want to sleep when teaching modern Chinese, he had lectured the Ancient Chinese Literature vividly. In the previous session before Zhang Zian went in, he was introducing the poem collections of Nalan Rongruo, a famous Ci poet in Qing Dynasty. 
"We played riddles and enjoyed the aroma of spilled tea; At the time I thought such happiness came so naturally…yet those happinesses cannot be repeated anymore…"
It was stunned hearing the poem. 
"Love" was a complicated word for it in its previous life. But on the night before it died, it somehow had grasped the meaning of it, and when saying goodbye to her, it said, "I love you."
Even when turning into an elfin, "love" was still an unfathomable feeling for it. What puzzled it was that, although the sky’s the limit for an elfin, it still felt empty in a part deep inside its heart. Whenever it thought of her, it would be immersed in pain. They spent thirty years together. She taught it lessons, it accompanied her, and she would lose her temper at it if she was angry…a sharp-eyed journalist from The Times once reported that Doctor and it were living together just like a couple. 
Although it could understand the poetry meanings of the expressions praising the harmonious and happy married life now, that life was buried in the past and could never be repeated again. 
"If you love her, you should keep her company, but you should also let her go." It was aware what it should do, but couldn’t figure out the reason of its painful feeling…the poems in the class enlightened it. Because it could never stay by her again, it blamed itself for not being able to remember every detail in the thirty years they were together, and for not treasuring the happiness better. 
"We played riddles and enjoyed the aroma of spilled tea; At the time I thought such happiness came so naturally…"
Gazing at the coast in the far distance, its eyes became blurred gradually. Among the clouds, it seemed that her tender face had appeared. Although her face was full of wrinkles, in its eyes, she was still the young lady with charming smile thirty years ago. 
The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death. It’s that when I stand in front of you, you don’t know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world is not that you don’t know that I love you, but when I am missing you so much, I can only conceal my feelings inside my heart. 
...
"Attention, passengers. This is your captain speaking. We will be arriving at our destination, Los Angeles International Airport, in approximately 20 minutes. The local time is 11:00 a.m., the temperature is 9 degrees Celsius and it’s breezy and raining lightly outside. For those passengers looking forward to the sunshine in California, you might be disappointed. The runway is slippery, please fasten your seatbelts for the landing. Thank you for choosing us for your flight, we hope your mood. won’t be influenced by the bad weather. Thank you!"
The English announcement woke Zhang Zian from his dream. Noticing that Richard seemed to be absent-minded, he decided to make fun of it. 
"Richard, what are you looking at? What’s up there? Are you looking for a bird, like this one we are flying in?" he curled up his fingers, trying to flick it. 
"You moron, it’s just that some sand grains fell into my eyes." It avoided his attack flexibly, rolled its eyes towards him, and jumped back into its own seat like a gentleman, "Time for landing, fasten your seatbelt. Oh, good news, Los Angeles is raining."
Zhang Zian felt that a murderous stare was being cast on him from his left side. 



1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

Around 2 P.M.

Chenchen needed her afternoon nap, so Rao Aimin chased Zhang Ye out of the house.

Having filled his stomach, he made a burp of satisfaction and headed for his apartment. When he had mostly digested his food, Zhang Ye got changed into his sports attire and a pair of sneakers, as he did not have running shoes. He had to make do with what he had and headed out for a run, just like Rao Aimin.

1 round...

3 rounds...

He ran around the neighborhood to improve his fitness.

Zhang Ye thought that his Taiji Fist could not be used effectively because his body could not keep up with the skill. Like Taekwondo, he had the experience and movements in his head, but he could not execute the moves to its full potential. He lacked strength, reaction speed and stamina. When he fought Wang Cen, his technical skill was slightly better, but yet he was at the disadvantage and on the losing end. In the end, he had to use the consumable item, Health Potion, that he had received from the Lottery to turn the tables around. Zhang Ye had learned his lesson.

Just kung fu alone doesn't cut it!

His body had to match up, too!

For instance, for Taiji Fist, even if he ate 1,000 Taiji experience books, as long as his physical strength remained the same, not even 10,000 experience books would enable him to do what Rao Aimin did — slicing the steel scissors!

He needed to train!

This had to go through the process and he had to remain determined!

In the future, he would have to run and do some pushups every day.

After running for over an hour, Zhang Ye headed home, drenched in sweat. Just as he entered through the door, the phone in his pocket started ringing.

"Hello, who is this?" Zhang Ye said, catching his breath.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang. We are from the North Chinese Youth and Children's Publishing House." It was a middle-aged man's voice on the other side. It sounded rather hoarse.

Zhang Ye stayed on the phone as he went into the toilet to grab a towel to wipe off his sweat, "Oh, I'm sorry, but my fairy tale stories copyrights have all been sold."

The middle-aged man was a little stunned, but said cheerfully, "We are not calling regarding your fairy tales. We know that your fairy tales have already been published by the Beijing Education Publishing Firm. I'm looking for you to discuss about other publication opportunities. To my understanding, some of your written works and your modern poems have not been published yet, right? If the copyright is not in your hands, then we will forget about it. But I don't see any publications in the market now."

Zhang Ye kept silent for a bit and threw down his towel, "My poems?"

"Yes. We want to do a compilation for you, a 'Zhang Ye's Compilation', that has all your written works and poems, including your couplets." The middle-aged man said, "Let's meet up for a chat? Or you can visit our publication house?"

This interested Zhang Ye. He had been worried about being out of a job and not having enough exposure to maintain his popularity since the afternoon. But good news came knocking on his door. Zhang Ye had not thought of publishing a compilation of his works before. He knew that it was difficult. Which of the authors, who had ever released a compilation, was not well-known? Of course, some unknown authors had also released compilations before. They either bought their way in or depended on their network, but the sales were too poor. They were better off not releasing it.

Zhang Ye always believed that if he wanted to publish his poetry compilation, the biggest hurdle was that he started too late. It had only been a few months and his works only numbered in the dozens. What was the concept of having a dozen poems? Even if they increased the font and put a poem on each page, he would only have a dozen pages. Ignoring the publication of a book, even for a pamphlet, it was too thin! Zhang Ye also did not want to bring over all the classic poems from his previous world in one shot. Whenever he used one, there was one less. He needed to keep them on the blade, so he gave up on the idea of releasing a poetry compilation. He had not expected someone to approach him about this matter instead.

"Alright, I will head on over."

"You sound out of breath. Did you just get home?"

"I was always home, hur hur, but I went for a run just now."

"Why don't I go over to your place instead? You can choose where to meet. It's up to you."

"It's fine. I would like to take a look at your publishing house, too. Send me your address, and I will drive over."

After hanging up, he received a message with the address. Zhang Ye took a quick shower to wash off his sweat and then drove to the location.

......

North Chinese Youth and Children's Publishing House.

The headquarters was in Beijing, but the place was a bit out of the way, with it not being in the city’s center.

On the way there, Zhang Ye went online on his phone to check out the publishing house. He found out that there were many youth and children's publishing houses in the country, but none of them only published reading materials for youths or children. Some even did not publish such materials, but instead dealt with traditional novels or web novels. That had nothing to do with "youths" or "children" at all.

In the lobby.

Zhang Ye finally found the building and walked in.

Just as he was walking to the front desk reception, Zhang Ye was immediately recognized by the young lady seated there. She said to him, "Teacher Zhang Ye, you came? I'll take you upstairs."

Zhang Ye smiled. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," the young lady said as she led him to the 3rd floor.

Knocking on the door, she then opened it and walked in. "Editor-in-Chief Zhang, Teacher Zhang Ye is here."

That person stood up to welcome him, smiling with his outstretched hand, "How are you, Teacher Zhang? We are family; both of us are Zhangs. My name is Zhang Lu. I have heard of you for a long time now." From his voice, this was likely the middle aged-man who had spoken with him over the phone just now.

Zhang Ye shook his hand, "It's all infamy."

Hearing his self-deprecating tone, Zhang Lu said, "That's not true; you have helped Father Wei seek justice. Anyone who knows about it will give you the thumbs up. How could they fire you?" Zhang Lu laughed, "They let a treasure like you slip away. It's so laughable." This was rather true, and it was also Zhang Lu's opinion. If Zhang Ye was from his publishing firm, even if he had created so much trouble, the firm would fight to keep him since Zhang Ye's intentions were good in the first place. They had already heard of the extremely good sales of "Ghost Blows Out the Light" and his other fairy tales. Who wouldn't fight to keep such a cash cow?

Of course, you cannot compare apples to oranges. After all, a publishing firm and a television station were very different. Profits were now the main concern for publishing firms, as political publications had decreased. For television stations, who earned money from ratings and advertising sponsorship, they were much focused on political implications, so their industries were different.

There were about 3 to 4 other people in the room.

Zhang Lu introduced them to Zhang Ye one by one. They were people of both sexes, all employees of the publishing firm.

After the introductions, Zhang Ye sat down, "About the compilation, I don't really understand or know why you would like to publish them. There will not be enough pages, right?"

Zhang Lu smiled. "There will be enough. We will have illustrations as well."

"Illustrations?" Zhang Ye said, "Would that help much?"

"There will also be translations and sentence analysis. A poem will take up to 3 to 4 pages; one page of illustration, another one to two pages of analysis. But of course, the analysis would not be written by us. We wouldn't dare to because no one can claim to understand all of your works. This would be better left to the author. The same would go for the couplets. Two to three couplets would appear on each page and we would be able to come up with a compilation without problems," said Zhang Lu.

Zhang Ye pondered for a moment, "The explanation is not a problem, but.. isn't the amount of content still lacking?" He felt that it was just to bolster the page count.

A youth at the back said, "It's not little at all. Even if we take one of your poems and make a book out of it, no one would dare to say a thing, let alone having so many of your works in the book. "The Song of the Stormy Petrel" and "Tribute to the White Poplar", with their words enlarged a little, will easily be able to take up 7 to 8 pages."

F**k!

How big would the words have to be then!

But Zhang Ye himself wanted to publish a book, too. Firstly, there was his fame to consider. Secondly, it was to maintain his popularity. Thirdly, whether it be for money or Reputation points, he could also do with some extra money.

Finally, it came to the point of them discussing about the price.

They would buy all his copyright for 400,000 Yuan!

This was already quite a high price. After all, a literary compilation was not a novel. It was not as popular with the masses as entertainment material like novels. Only some cultural hipsters would buy it, hence the price naturally could not compare with "Ghost Blows Out the Light", and could only be about the same price as the children's fairy tales. And if no comparison was made with novels, compared to other pure literary works or compilations of other authors, the price for Zhang Ye's compilation was definitely much higher than theirs.

There was no reason to wonder why!

It was because every piece of Zhang Ye's works were too popular!

With the negotiations settled and the contract drawn up, Zhang Lu and Zhang Ye shook hands once again, "We had a good time working together. Thank you for trusting our publication house. Leave the publishing and promotional matters to us. With your reputation and fame in Beijing, the sales will definitely not be low." With a pause, he said, "About the analysis of the poems..."

Zhang Ye said, "I'll write it when I get home. I'll pass it to you tomorrow."

Zhang Lu extremely liked Zhang Ye's straightforwardness and his high efficiency, as he said, "Alright, then I'll count on your hard work. Actually doing so in a month would do. After all, analysis work is not something trivial. Oh, and there's also something. We might need a preface or prologue, or some overall introduction to the poetry compilation."

Zhang Ye blinked, "Preface?"

Zhang Lu nodded, "Right. Write anything that comes to your mind. It preferably resonates with the poetry compilation's contents. If the first page began with the poetry compilation, it would feel like something is lacking. What say you?"

"Alright." Zhang Ye asked, "Do you have a pen?"

Zhang Lu's eyes lit up, "Are you writing it now? Good! Of course there is!"

The people behind him all knew that it wasn't easy for someone to witness Zhang Ye creating a work on the spot. They were very happy and excited, "Why don't you use a brush? If that's the case, we can directly use your words for the cover or preface. It will feel better than using computer fonts."

Zhang Lu agreed, "Right. What a good idea. I heard that Teacher Zhang's words are pretty good."

"Sure," Zhang Ye did not mind.

A youth quickly prepared it. A minute later, he came back with an ink stick and took the initiative to grind the ink for Zhang Ye.

"I'll take the pictures." A woman took out a camera and took a few pictures from the side and front. She included the Editor-in-Chief, Zhang Lu, too. In the future, they could also use it in promotional materials. Then the woman focused the camera and waited to take a picture of Teacher Zhang Ye writing.

Preface?

It had to match the content?

His literary compilation definitely needed his own thoughts and values.

Thinking of the death written of in "My Confession" and "Prisoner's Song", and then thinking of the existence in "A Generation" and "Tribute to the White Poplar"...

Zhang Ye lifted his brush and wrote a preface on the calligraphy paper.

"Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves — Zhang Ye."


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!

October 12th, Tuesday…
Tengda Network Technology Co., Ltd… 
Li Yada had just finished speaking to a few translation workspaces. 
After talking to Boss Pei, Li Yada had contacted several reputable translation workspaces in the country. She had also distributed a portion of the game's synopsis for them to try translating.
Li Yada had purposely picked out a few riddles in the game for the translation workspaces to work on as well. She wanted to see how high their standards were. 
Most secondary plots required players to find clues and hints within poems. Only then would the relevant plot developments be triggered. These could only be captured by highly-skilled translators. 
On one hand, they had to capture the full meaning of the poem, being careful not to miss out on any important parts of the message. That would allow foreign players to solve the riddle in the poem. 
On the other hand, they had to ensure the poems remained beautiful. If such beautiful, ancient poems were translated into a pile of random facts; it would become meaningless. Players would not be able to appreciate the beauty of these words. 
Thus, this really put the translators' skills to the test. Ordinary translators would not be able to translate the poems well. 
The translation workspaces had already handed in their completed translation tests. After that, Li Yada handed them to Assistant Xin for reviewing, but the latter had rejected them all. 
The translations were not bad, but they had not quite captured the beauty of the language. 
Li Yada's English standard was average, but even she could roughly spot the flaws in the translations. 
It went without saying that the flaws were much more obvious to Assistant Xin, who was once an assistant to a famous international enterprise's Vice President. She was adept in three languages. While she was not good enough to translate the game, she was still able to differentiate the good translations from the bad. 
Thus, Li Yada told the various translation workspaces to redo their translation tests with higher standards. If they refused, Li Yada would have no choice but to turn them down altogether. 
Once she finished dealing with the translation workspaces, Li Yada began to feel emotional. Boss Pei was right indeed. 
They could not rush these things! 
Translating Repent and be Saved would be much more difficult than translating other games. If they rushed things, they could mess everything up and fail to ensure high-quality work. 
Their rush to produce the game in multiple different languages could end up damaging their own reputation. That was not a good representation of Tengda's way of working at all. 
Tengda had never been stingy with investments. As a company, they focused on every single detail and did it well. This was the core spirit that every employee of Tengda learned from Boss Pei. 
"Forget it. I'll take Boss Pei's advice and avoid rushing matters." 
Li Yada had tried to look for skilled translators who were reputable in the industry. However, it was extremely difficult to do so at such short notice, and she had no relevant connections as well. 
There were several professional translators and translation workspaces listed on the officials' website for resources, such as the ones whom Li Yada had already contacted. Yet, there was no guarantee that their standards would be high. 
Also, most reputable and skilled translators weren't interested in translating games. 
Normally, highly-skilled translators focused on translating contemporary, famous films. Comparatively, translating games would be akin to manual labor for them. Even if Li Yada tried to contact them, there was a chance that they would turn her down. 
What's more, Li Yada had no idea how to contact them. 
Thus, she finally understood that there was no rushing these things. She had to take things slow. 
On the other hand, her collaboration with Ma Yiqun of Zhongdian Chinese Network was going quite well. 
Ma Yiqun had approached Li Yada before, suggesting collaboration between the official novel and the game. She had happily agreed to this. It sounded like a win-win situation for both parties. What's more, at the heart of things, they were working for the same company. Collaborating would be akin to lending a helping hand. 
They started brainstorming together and quickly figured out a good plan. 
Li Yada discovered that Ma Yiqun was planning to organize a seven-day login event. After completing multiple tasks on the website for seven days in a row, the reader would be rewarded with a gift in the game. 
Li Yada pondered for a moment and decided to go one step further. They could link the accounts together!
All they had to do was allow one account to access Zhongdian Chinese Network, Tengda Games TPDb, and the like, right? 
This way, all players of Tengda's games could use their gaming accounts to log in to Zhongdian Chinese Network. Any reward they earned would be distributed to this same account. 
What's more, this would not be troublesome to set up. In fact, it could be easily done. 
As for the in-game rewards, Li Yada had thought about distributing consumables at first. These would include the three souls and seven immortal forms that could be used for upgrading, props to strengthen one's weapons, and so on. 
However, on further thought, she realized that it would be too stingy. 
Repent and be Saved was a buy-to-play standalone game after all; there was no need to be so stingy. 
She decided to distribute unique looks instead! 
However, it was far too late to create new models for the game now. Li Yada wrecked her brains and finally thought of giving players special items to change character models. They could make use of the existing pill's image, name them 'Look-Changing Pills', and allow them to be reused.
It would not be difficult to produce these pills; they would just have to change a few codes in the system. 
Of course, players would not be allowed to change the character models at will. Some monsters and bosses had huge models, which could result in bugs if they were altered. Thus, the pills would only allow players to change the appearance of characters that looked like the protagonist. This included small monsters and NPCs. 
At the same time, there would be a cooling-off period attached to these pills. All in all, the pills would only serve as entertainment. 
No matter what, there would be various female NPCs in the game who were quite good-looking. Although they would not be the most beautiful ladies, they would be considered beauties in the game's world. 
Thus, Li Yada thought that this would be particularly attractive for players. 
She made the necessary arrangements. 
After distributing the work to his subordinates, Li Yada accessed TPDb, intending to check Repent and be Saved's overall rating. 
All of Tengda's employees had already developed the habit of visiting TPDb when they had free time on their hands. After all, the website's ratings determined their following month's bonus. They could not possibly ignore them. 
The amount of revenue that the game generated was quite irrelevant; they only worked to generate revenue if it was convenient. If they wanted to earn bonuses, the employees had to ensure that their project's ratings hit the roof. 
"Eh? It's 9.1?!"
Li Yada perked up and sat upright. The rating had spiked! 
How did it increase so much in a single day?! 
On closer inspection, Li Yada realized that the games media had finally released their reviews! 
Ratings from games media held a huge weightage in the overall ratings on TPDb. The higher the ratings given by reputable and influential games media were, the higher the game's overall rating would become. 
Li Yada scanned the games media's comments and realized that they had nothing but praise for Repent and be Saved. 
"After producing Game Designer, Tengda Games has once again produced a refreshing masterpiece that redefines innovation. 
"This up-and-coming game company is always providing its players with novel experiences. In a few short weeks, players went from criticizing the game to praising it, and from rejecting it to fully embracing it. 
"Tengda Games can be counted on to produce superior works. It's almost as if the phrase 'cutting corners' doesn't exist in their dictionary. 
"Before this, no designer would have thought that such a difficult, hardcore game would succeed in the local market. Yet, Tengda Games has done it again. Repent and be Saved makes its players suffer willingly and find joy in the process. 
"That's why this game is expected to be the standard for perfect combat systems in the future.
"The game displayed originality by including the concept of the epitaph. From various other details within the game, one can also appreciate the designer's inspiration and talent. 
"Other designers would also do well to learn from this game's difficult mechanisms." 
Various other game reviewers and media also reflected similar sentiments. 
These reviewers and media were not reacting like many players did when the game was first released. This was because after one week, the players' impressions of the game had undergone a 180-degree change. These game reviewers and media took everything into consideration before writing their reviews. 
What's more, these game reviewers and media would not give the game a low rating just because they could not complete it. They were all professional. 
Ordinary players only gave Repent and be Saved a low rating out of vengeance, after seeing how difficult the game was and suffering through it. However, these game reviewers and media could see other things: 
The game's quality, the outstanding combat system, the beautiful scenery and style, the complexity and depth of the plot, the glorification of traditional Chinese culture to a certain extent, and the gameplay and originality of the system which pointed out the future direction of action-based games' development…
Since the game reviewers and media were incorporating all of these considerations in their rating of the game, it was no wonder that they gave such high ratings! 
Among all of these things, Li Yada was the proudest of the official platform's review. 
"Repent and be Saved depicts a helpless world that is born out of ancient Chinese culture. The artistic recreation of this world gives players a brand new experience. 
"This is a helpless world set in the Degenerate Age, where the six realms are broken. Its outstanding difficulty allows players to feel the helplessness of being stuck in a world like that. Again and again, they are tortured by death. However, this world also hides countless curious secrets. It pushes every single player to pick himself up after each revival, in the hopes of accomplishing his personal mission to save the world! 
"Deep ancient poems, torturous fights, rich background stories, and hidden philosophies; these are what make Repent and be Saved a memorable experience and a risk worth taking! 
"This is the most praise-worthy thing: while domestically-produced, traditional Chinese-style games are on a decline and other local game developers slavishly copy foreign developers, Tengda Games chose to walk a path of absolute originality."
"Repent and be Saved has blended traditional Chinese culture into the background story, the game's content, and the game's core spirit extremely well. It plays an instrumental role in spreading traditional Chinese culture in the new age. 
"May other game developers and designers push the boundaries of their minds and learn from Repent and be Saved, to further glorify traditional Chinese culture and build the game industry's confidence in our heritage!"
Of course, the official platform had to do something to express their validation of the game. 
Without any doubt, Repent and be Saved would be given a few more recommendation spots. This was to be expected. 
Li Yada could not help but feel emotional. Boss Pei is Boss Pei indeed; he did not have to put in much effort in producing such an outstanding game! 
Official recommendations… what are those to Boss Pei? He's received so many of those! 
Li Yada read the media's praise for Repent and be Saved once again, feeling pleased with herself. 
"I took over the development of this game midway through, but I contributed to the game's success!" 
She had still been reading the game's reviews when the lady from the front desk ran over. 
"The official platform's staff just called. They wish to discuss translating a foreign version of the game." 
"Huh? The official platform's staff?" 
Li Yada did not dare to brush it off. She quickly got up to receive the call. 
The official platform had Tengda's office number; that was why they called the front desk directly. 
Li Yada felt quite excited. After all, this was her first time speaking to the official platform's staff over the phone. After exchanging a few pleasantries, the other party quickly dove into the purpose of his call. 
"May I ask if you have any intention to produce Repent and be Saved in other languages and venture into the overseas market?"


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.

Tyrant?
Screw your sister! You are the tyrant! Your entire family are tyrants!
Xu Que had fled immediately after acting tough and heard the system beeps within his head when his face contorted in anger. He couldn’t stomach the offensive new title and raged out at the system. Afterall, "Act Tough Tyrant" wasn’t half as nice sounding as Act Tough Criminal!
But… Since this new title enabled him to purchase items from the system store at 80% reduction of the original price, he didn’t argue for long and sunk into silence soon after.
(T/N : Apologies for the unclear ‘eightfold’ price reduction in the previous chapter.)
The lines which he had uttered earlier, ‘"These drops of rain were born of the heavens but died here on earth. Their lives spanned the entire duration it took for the raindrops to land."’ wasn’t actually original.
In fact, these lines were taken from the main character of a popular story. He had decided to use them at this opportune timing to great effect. Truth be told, a person of his nature wouldn’t have been able to be so deep and eloquent sounding ever!
All this were done just to act tough and gain points. As for not deriving true understanding and comprehension of the phrase and its context, Xu Que didn’t even care. After all, the way for him to become stronger and gain levels was through points and didn’t require him to attain enlightenment or knowledge!
He walked past a wall and stood at the corner before calling out his system and entering the store.
 
Indeed, the prices of all the items in his sight had drastic changes. The prices had been significantly reduced and there were many more new additions too.
The first thing Xu Que’s eyes caught sight of was the new educational and learning segment of the store. This section was new and was extremely comprehensive. It even included all the works of Confucius and his disciples along with other renowned philosophers.
However, the thing which made Xu Que the most excited was the availability of the book <Comprehensive Chinese Couplets>.
Seeing this filled him with immense joy!
"A book on couplets! Hahah! Looks like I can act tough once again! System, I wish to purchase the book <Comprehensive Chinese Couplets>!"
Xu Que thus purchased it without further hesitation and used it immediately.
Later on during the banquet, there would be a couplet competition. Xu Que knew that he was rather poor with couplets and thus had decided to flee earlier in order to save him the inevitable embarrassment. Now, however, he was filled with confidence.
Whoosh!
In that instant, the book <Comprehensive Chinese Couplets> vanished from his system inventory as it transformed into a ray of white light and swirled around his mind. Once again, his knowledge on the subject had increased many folds.
Along with the <300 Tang Poems>, this <Comprehensive Chinese Couplets> gave him many poetic lines and phrases. However, the most important aspect about this was that it also equipped him with the skill of writing poems and forming correct replies to couplets.
Additionally, Xu Que recalled the classes he was made to attend in his previous life and how he was forced to memorize poems as a child. Hence when he looked at these lines now, he didn’t find them too strange or foreign to him.
After he had purchased the <Comprehensive Chinese Couplets> book, knowledge started to fill Xu Que’s mind. His lips curled into a smile. At this point, he still wasn’t particularly anxious to return and thus continued standing by the corner of the wall, exploring the other items within the system store.
Apart from this new educational segment, there were many other new items added to the system store.
For example, there were many strange spells manuals added which caused Xu Que to feel extremely bewildered. There was this strange <Dual Cultivation - Old Man’s Cart Pushing Martial Arts Technique> and also <Heavenly Fire and Ice Ninth Waves>.
Xu Que, who admits to have the purest of hearts and was the most innocent, was startled. He took mental notes on several of these books and their prices before checking out other items.
When he next explored the food section, he was stumped!
There were many other new items added into the food section. However, the prices of these items were very high. In fact, they were unreasonably high!
When Xu Que saw these prices, he was enraged, "System, explain to me something. Why did the smelly tofu and other food items cost me only 1 act tough points in the past and yet the new food items release are being sold at such an exorbitant price? You’re actually selling a single item for 100 act tough points now? Why don’t you rob the bank or something?"
"This system has decided on prices set for each item in a fair and absolute manner!" The system replied plainly.
"Fair and absolute? Fuck me. Are you learning how to act tough from me now?"
Xu Que was clearly upset at this point as he replied the system, "Then why don’t you tell me, why would a packet of cigarettes costs 100 act tough points? Likewise, a bottle of beer also costs 100 act tough points, why?"
"Ding! Smoking cigarettes is bad for your health!"
"What?" Xu Que’s expression revealed a look of astonishment, "Then what about beers?"
"Ding! Alcohol will cause you to screw things up!"
"..."
Xu Que had no retort for that. Afterall, the system was correct in its replies. Xu Que actually had absolutely nothing to say.
It was true that smoking cigarettes was indeed harmful. But what on earth did drinking beers have anything to do with screwing things up? Could drinking a little beer ruin my acting tough career?
Damn it. It’s so obvious that you’ve realized how rich I am now and are trying to cheat me, huh? But isn’t it just 100 act tough points? Money is something I have. Since you’re trying to dissuade me from purchasing it, I shall damned well purchase it!!
The more Xu Que thought about this, the angrier he became. At last, he waved his hands and purchased a packet of cigarettes!
"Ding! Congratulations to host for purchasing a packet of cigarettes. The cost is 100 act tough points! Do you require a lighter for your recent purchase? After the 80% discount, it only costs 20 act tough points!"

"Fuck! You are indeed a scammy, cheating, damned system!" Xu Que scolded harshly as he flicked his robes.
A lighter? Why would I need a lighter? I am a cultivator. I can conjure fire anytime I wish!
Back at the dining hall of the banquet, after Xu Que had left, the entire hall slumped into silence.
Everyone was still pondering the deep essence of Xu Que’s last words as their hearts hammered fiercely within their chests!
"It was hard to fathom how a common rain was able to enlighten brother Li and direct him to speak such words." Tang Liu Feng sighed as he muttered under his breath.
Another student was filled with regret, "Looks like we’ve all misunderstood brother Li. Although he looks like an unrestrained and improper student, that’s just his character! In actual fact, he’s such a talented individual!" 
 
"While others are teasing my madness, I am laughing at their shortsightedness. This sentence was an actual depiction of his life. In the past, I didn't understand him at all. But I think I do now."
"That’s right . Although he’s an obstinate and arrogant person, the ten poems which he had recited was indeed the best I’ve ever heard! Even though we’re unable to see past his flawed character, we have to admit his brilliant talents!"
"These drops of rain were born of the heavens but died here on earth. These words had caused me to reach a new level of understanding and I’ve learnt quite a fair bit from it. In fact, after several more days of secluded meditation, I should be able to break past my bottleneck and finally ascend in cultivation. Brother Li’s words are truly wise!"
More students started opening their mouths to speak objectively and impartially about Xu Que’s talents.
Those ten poems managed to convince many students! Nobody around dared to say that they weren’t good poems. Absolutely nobody!
Even Mo Yun Shang wasn’t able to say anything negative about those poems. Instead, he sat on his seat, his expression was one of utter disbelief. Despite the sense of dissatisfaction within his heart, he couldn’t say anything in rebuttal of these words of praise for Xu Que.
As for those ten poems, he couldn’t find a single flaw in it. This was to say that in their poems sparring session, he had lost. Or rather, he had lost extremely badly!
Madam Ya’s heart was trembling in fear and she was left reeling in a daze. She had never met a more talented young man in her life. His talents were undisputed and were extraordinary. His personality and character was unique. The fact that he was so stubborn and arrogant was… Extremely charming!
The fact that Madam Ya was completely bowled over by Xu Que was compounded by her inherent condition. She was overwhelmed by such talented individuals, and had absolutely no resistance for people like these. At this point, her face was a deep shade of red as she stared at the empty door frame. There was an unspeakable strangeness lingering within her heart.
The way that Xu Que was forceful, agitated, impassioned and at the same time, cheerful, lingered within her mind. She was unable to forget the expressions on his face for a very long time.
The only person present who was still able to cling onto his composure and calmness was the leader of the four greats, young master Zhao, who was known for his proficiency in couplets. 


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!  

Ten minutes later.
Gu Xuexue looked at the examination questions and sweat formed on her forehead.
Twenty minutes later.
Gu Xuexue felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. She couldn't wait to turn back time so that she wouldn't take on this mess even if she died!
These questions were simply abnormally difficult!
She had studied for several years under a tutor whom Gu Meifeng hired her for a sky-high price. She boasted that she could speak a few words in English, but she actually couldn't understand the words and sentences on this examination paper!
This was definitely not an English paper that a high school student could answer.
She had no idea what these words meant at all. When they were combined into an entire reading comprehension, she was even more clueless.
Furthermore, there were even some ancient English four lines poems from the Middle Ages.
It had to be known that that was equivalent to the ancient Chinese. It was a fighter jet in an English exam!
Furthermore, she was struck down by these ancient poems until she was defeated.
She had been holding the pen for twenty minutes now, but she couldn't finish a single stroke!
"Xue Xue, how's it going? Is it—especially simple?" A fifty-year-old English teacher slowly picked up a piece of pork and asked "inadvertently" as he ate.
Gu Xuexue's face flushed red from embarrassment.
She felt that she was even more miserable than the pork.
"Yes… I'm writing it now… Soon…"
She gnashed her teeth and braced herself.
She thought to herself that Gu Qiqi definitely wouldn't be able to answer questions that she didn't know how to answer!
At this moment, a classmate exclaimed.
"Qiqi has also completed her Science paper and is writing an essay! Gosh, Qiqi is so formidable!"
"I used to think that top students were nerds. But now, I realize that top students are really cool when they answer questions!"
"That's because, you wretched mortal, you were struck by our Qiqi's light, right? Haha!"
Upon hearing her classmates' praise, Gu Xuexue's heart burned with hatred.
Handsome my ass.
Gu Qiqi was definitely like her—she couldn't understand anything and couldn't answer anything, right?
Could it be that the reason why Gu Qiqi wrote so quickly was because she didn't know how to? Was that why her answers were all wrong?
For example, her multiple choice questions were all answered with C?
In a flash, Gu Xuexue seemed to have seen through something.
That must be it!
She knew it! How could she possibly finish a project in twenty minutes? There wasn't even enough time to copy the answer sheet.
Gu Xuexue breathed a sigh of relief.
She picked up her pen and started to write down her answers rapidly. Of course, she was all wrong!
After covering all the multiple choice questions along the way, she came to the English composition section. Since she couldn't understand the theme, she decided to write a random essay by herself.
Just like that, she spent an hour finishing the questions.
At the same time, on the live-stream screen, Gu Qiqi had already gotten up and handed the last examination paper to the examiner!
Gu Qiqi completed all four subjects.
The examiner was shocked.
Everyone in the examination room was shocked.
The students, teachers, and the principal of Grade 12 Class 1 were shocked.
At this moment, everyone who was watching the live broadcast online was also shocked!
The comments flew past the screen.
"How heaven-defying, Goddess!"
"This is the most awesome live-stream I've seen! A real top student!"
"A female genius would plagiarize? I won't believe it even if you beat me to death!"
"Slandering! Definitely slander! There's too much fake news these days!"
"That's right. I saw her write an English essay with my own eyes. She wrote it even faster than Chinese! More importantly, do you know what the English essay was about? It's a freaking speech for an Olympic champion who won an award! Do you know how to write it if it were you?"
Upon seeing this, Gu Xuexue's hand that was handing in the script trembled.
Impossible. That nerd Gu Qiqi even had the ability to write a speech for an Olympic champion?
Others might not know, but she knew best that Gu Qiushan couldn't bear to hire an extracurricular tutor for Gu Qiqi. Gu Qiqi learned English by memorizing the words!
She didn't believe that this level of mute English existed.
Those audience members must be blind!
"Xue Xue, are you done answering? I'll help you check the answers." The English teacher reminded her with a smile.


Upon being reborn, she immediately offends a vicious two-faced bigwig. 
He seizes her back home and insists on pampering her…
“Master Jue, a despicable man came to find Madam. He wants to reconcile with her.”
“Bury him alive.”
“Master Jue, Madam took first place in a major competition at the University of Medicine. A rotten woman got jealous and slapped Madam.” 
“Slap that dirty woman’s face before sending her off to be tormented in a living hell.”
“Master Jue, Madam… Madam escaped!”
A certain man’s gaze sinks dangerously. 
He has spoiled her to such an extent, yet she is still trying to run away? 
Has it ever crossed her mind that it's impossible for her to run away from him?

She was a person who had experienced the coldness and warmth of the human world. She would also sincerely repay those who treated her well. She had no reason to accept everything about this body, but she would try her best to accept it. However, the so-called mother, who received the memories, did not have a good relationship with her. Since she was young, if it was not for Qian An.. Perhaps her personality would have been completely distorted.
She didn't do anything wrong when she came and was beaten up by her for no reason. Shui Shui Shui also understood that there were many things that couldn't be forced. Although she didn't understand why this mother treated her daughter this way, she had replaced her original body.. Naturally, she wouldn't be like her original body. She would only stand there and take the beating. She would only silently accept it.
She accepted the memories, but she was actually not her original body, so she wasn't bound by any restrictions. Of course, in modern society, there were many times when she couldn't control herself. Therefore, when she knew that this woman wasn't her biological mother, she was very happy. At least, she could get rid of the restrictions of morality and didn't need to be bound by superficial morality.
It was time for class. Shui Shui was still thinking about it, but her gaze was already on the textbook.
The language teacher's class was extremely boring. Many people started to wander off, and Shui Shui was no exception. This was because she was really not interested in the arts. She took the ancient poems that she had to memorize and began to memorize those ancient poems. She memorized two of them every day.
The language teacher was not in a good mood today. Seeing that so many people were not listening to the class, she was a little angry "everyone, pay attention. The Arts class this time is not very ideal. Why don't you all reflect on yourselves? With this class attitude, how can you improve your language skills? "
"Qian Shuishui, do you think it's right for you to not attend class? " Even though you're the top student in your grade, you still have to look at other subjects. You can't be too biased towards subjects. If your language scores go up, it will also increase your marks."The language teacher also hoped that Shui Shui Shui could attend the class She would take the lead.
She called Shui Shui directly to remind everyone.
Shui Shui was also speechless. She was the quietest. As for the others, they were reading extra-curricular books, playing with their phones, and others were doing other things. Why did they have to call her? was there a need for that Moreover, the information she was looking at was the ancient poems and classical Chinese from the college entrance examination.
"although I have other things to do, the things I'm looking at are related to Chinese. This can also improve my Chinese score. " Shui Shui thought so, but her words were more tactful, and she tried to use a gentle tone She wanted to express her attitude towards learning.
It was impossible for her to be completely focused during every class. Moreover, she really felt very awkward and bored in the Liberal Arts. It was normal for her to be biased. In her previous life, her bias was even more serious, but in this life, it was much better.
The teacher walked down from the podium and picked up Shui Shui's information to read. "En, it is indeed related to ancient poetry and classical Chinese. If you read it, do you think you can learn more? Why don't you use the time after class to memorize it? Wouldn't that be better? "
Shui Shui didn't say anything. She couldn't say it because if she continued, it would make the language teacher feel embarrassed, so she could only remain silent.
Some people in the class were gloating, while others felt that Qian Shuishui was very innocent. who asked Qian Shuishui to be number one in the grade Therefore, she became the focus of the teachers'training. No one was perfect. Qian Shuishui was also good at science. Her liberal arts was average. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't outstanding either. In this exam, Shui Shui scored 130 points in Chinese and more than half of her score was deducted from her composition. This kind of score couldn't be considered bad. Her score for history and politics was around 70. As for geography, it just so happened to be 70 points. The highest score for Liberal Arts was around 90 points Therefore, her score wasn't good enough. It just so happened that science was difficult. The average score for science wasn't ideal. However, Shui Shui got full marks directly, which made up for the gap in the liberal arts.
After the teacher finished talking about Shui Shui, she did not continue because Shui Shui did not speak. She thought Shui Shui had listened to her. She continued to attend her own class. Some people who went too far would be called out directly.
Shui Shui continued to memorize ancient poems and classical Chinese. It was really boring. It was hard for her to say that she was serious about learning Chinese. For some reason, she was not interested in liberal arts and did not want to spend too much time on it. She had thought about taking it seriously before, but it was useless. If she did not like it, she did not like it. She could not force it.
She did not deliberately say that she wanted to get first place. If she could get it, she would get it. If she could not get it, it was fine. In any case, in science, she would fight for it if she could.
People were ambitious. She did not like to hide her weaknesses, so she went straight to her goal.
After the Chinese class ended, many people began to complain. "Is the teacher having menopause and having such a bad temper? "
"She even mentioned Qian Shuishui. I think Qian Shuishui's Chinese scores aren't bad either. 130 points. The highest score in our class is only 132. " She felt that the teacher's scolding of Shui Shui was also baffling.
"Shui Shui, what do you think? " They asked Shui Shui.
Shui Shui was embarrassed. "I don't think it matters. After all, the teacher didn't deliberately target me. She's under a lot of pressure. You guys don't have to care too much. The Chinese teacher has always been more serious. "
She didn't care. If she was scolded, so be it. Anyway, it wouldn't affect her. Besides, the teacher couldn't possibly say that it was intentional. She really wanted her to listen to the class seriously and let her lead the class, but she really couldn't do anything about it.
From Shui Shui's tone, it seemed to be very pretentious, but in fact, it was very real. Everyone believed it because Shui Shui had always been like this. She would do whatever she was supposed to do. The teacher also favored Shui Shui more, but she was still like this. She hadn't changed, and only then did she realize.. She spoke more directly and felt that her words were very mature. She wouldn't completely side with anyone.
In a while, the physics class was about to begin. The teacher came and began to organize the students "The school believes that all of you should also participate in remedial classes. However, it also depends on your wishes. The students of the key classes must also participate in remedial classes. If you don't want the gap to be too big, I suggest that all of you also participate in remedial classes. "
There was a wave of plaintive voices because everyone did not want to participate in remedial classes.
Shui Shui was called out by the physics teacher, "Qian Shuishui, do you think that you should participate in remedial classes? "
Asking her again It was awkward. The other students were also speechless. The teachers loved to find Qian Shuishui to talk about it.
Shui Shui stood up. That would be troublesome now. "Uh, teacher, it's not very good to ask me this question. "
"You got first place, but the pressure you brought to the key classes, they will definitely work harder. At that time, what should you do? " The physics teacher continued to ask Shui Shui.
"Of course, when they are working hard, I am also working hard. I can't guarantee that I won't be inferior to others, but I don't want to waste time on making up lessons since it's more efficient for me to learn on my own. Of course, I can only speak for myself."Shui Shui had a good relationship with the physics teacher So, she directly revealed her thoughts. How should I put it? She had discussed it in private before, and she also indicated that the time she spent on physics was longer than any other subject.
She hoped that the teacher would stop calling her names and asking for her opinion.


She was a combination of a high iq scholar and a black-bellied prince charming. She was a one-on-one, two-on-one, two-on-one, absolutely refreshing, and she was welcome to jump into the pit.
She was a young and famous physicist from a future world.
He was the eldest son of a modern wealthy family.
When she was in a plane crash and became a modern-day second-generation girl, she was proficient in drinking. She was also ranked last in her studies. At home, her elder sister did not love her, her younger brother hated her, and her parents did not care.
In the circle of Friends of the rich second generation, they also looked down on this idiot.
He was noble and elegant, the idol of all women.
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad student, and her mind was empty every day.
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad girl, playing with boys'emotions
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad girl, and she was good at eating, drinking, and playing.
Then please tell me, who is this woman in front of me, leisurely drinking coffee, and reading the physics report in a foreign language with great interest?

Author: Chang Yu
Original Name: 我真是大明星
Type: Male lead with a system in the modern world
Synopsis: One day, Zhang Ye was just another normal person like anyone else. The next, he opened his eyes to realise he had transmigrated into a parallel world. This world, although similar to his own, was not as developed as his culturally. They didn't have the same songs, the same poems, the same dramas or the same books. As such, with the advanced knowledge he possessed, together with the system he had, he decided he would start his life anew. This time around, he would become a superstar. 
Personal Comments: This story is extremely rich culturally. The translator also did a stunning job in trying to ensure that the message was not lost in translation. It gives some brilliant insight into Chinese culture - their songs, their poems, their history. A recommendation for those who wish to learn fun facts about China in a fun way. The face-slapping in this book is also done in a humorous way. The main character, while protected with plot armour nonetheless still gets into trouble beyond him sometimes. I love the way the author managed to give tidbits of information about almost every entertainment industry and give us insights into Chinese tastes which would be hard to find out ourselves through English search engines like Google. Moreover, the author does not only mindlessly boast of Chinese culture, there are also certain portions where the author criticises the country.

A list of recommendations of great books to read. There will be a mixture of books ranging from fantasy, science fiction, romance, modern day, system, cultivation. Books with males and female leads will be included. 

Note that not all books recommended would be completed. Some might have even been placed on hiatus. 

Books that are not included would be books where the MC is more brawn than brains, goes picking up fights left and right, has a plot armour so thick that its ridiculous, and picks up pretty girls in every arc ending up with a ridiculous harem that doesn't even fight each other and exists harmoniously.

---
■Warning: Spoilers will be inevitable ■

Feel free to leave comments to recommend your favourite books. I will vett through the books recommended based on its language, plot development, consistency, creativity and character development before deciding if it should be added,

Note that the making of this list is purely altruistic and not meant to infringe on any copyrights. To the authors and translators who wish to have their books removed from this book, feel free to drop a message.

Finally Lu Shu had a chance to visit the central area of the town. Although the floor was muddy and the ground tiles were laid in a haphazard arrangement, at least the environment looked more civilized.
In the countryside where Zhang Weiyu lived, Lu Shu could hardly see anyone else. Most of the people there had yielded to the pressures of life and sold their farms, their land and even themselves in exchange for a better life and Zhang Weiyu was among the few exceptions. Over time, Tiangeng Town had become the landlords' farmland.
There were not many food stalls along the streets. Most of them were business ones. Inside, the workers had marks on their body - a knife for the Yu family's, a gold ingot for the Lin's, and a fish for the Zhang's. The aristocrats had an even more complicated symbol which consisted of two criss crossing swords.
Major landlords were only allowed to have one symbol, but the aristocrats could have two. The hierarchy was apparent in every detail of their daily life.
However, it was said that the original symbol for the Lin's was not the gold ingot. They had changed it because Wen Zaifou, the South Lord of Heaven, gifted the Lin's with a gold ingot after he stayed at their backyard during his land inspection.
From this story, Lu Shu learned that the family symbol was not permanent. Thus, it required a fair bit of art skills to design a good family logo…
Moreover, the Lin's was pretty good at toadying up to powerful people.
Yu Die invited Lu Shu for a horse-ride, but was rejected. As a result, she walked the horse together with Lu Shu. It was then that Lu Shu suddenly realized that Yu Die was only 3-4cm shorter than him. She had attractive curves as well.
In this world, ability was the only thing that mattered. Despite the landlords' high social status, their luxurious gowns were tight-fitting and specially designed for combat effectiveness.
As she walked, Yu Die tended to lean towards Lu Shu subconsciously, almost forcing him off the road…
All of the workers in the roadside stalls sized them up secretly as they walked past the town.
After a few days, the entire Tiangeng town knew that the landlord of the Yu family was interested in a commoner and that no one was allowed to mess with him.
Furthermore, the Yu landlord sent him presents everyday and rumor had it that he was rather handsome.
In fact, stories like this had happened before among the landlords. They liked to exploit every means possible to get the commoner woman or man they wanted and they would even trade with other landlords for their slaves.
However, in those cases, the landlords would usually force the commoners to obey them and leave them with little or no room for negotiation. But this one sounded more like a romance story…
Yet, Lu Shu found it similar to a typical romance story plot where a powerful figure fell in love with a small fry.
There was discrimination among the slaves as well. The more powerful ones looked down on the weaker ones, and those who received cultivation techniques from their landlords despised those who could only do the chores in their family business. Those in the business despised the farmers and the farmers despised the commoners.
Logically the slaves had a lower social standing than the commoners, but they disagreed. They disliked the commoners' dignity and pride as they believed that they were equally incapable of earning a decent living.
People like Zhang Weiyu, who would rather struggle in their miserable lifestyle than to give up their freedom to someone else, was like a stark contrast to the lack of character of the slaves.
In fact, all of the slaves in Tiangeng Town regarded Zhang Weiyu as a pain in their ass. That was how this society worked.
As a matter of fact, the hefty taxes was not the only reason that contributed to Zhang Weiyu's difficult lifestyle. He would have led a better life if only that were the case, given that he was free from the burdens of family.
Nevertheless, many slaves liked to destroy his farmland when they happened to walk past.
Lu Shu had learned about it from Yu Die, who admired Zhang Weiyu for his perseverance and positive attitude towards life even when his crops were destroyed by the slaves. In the worst case scenario, he would not mind eating tree roots to keep himself alive.
When Yu Die told Lu Shu about that, his impression of Zhang Weiyu had changed as well. His stories were reminiscent of Lu Shu's childhood, when he refused to steal like the other kids from the orphanage even when he was about to be starved to death in the outside world.
The Yu family had a spacious backyard. When Lu Shu followed Yu Die inside, the slaves guarding the mansion studied him curiously. There was a faint look of disapproval on their face.
In their impression, Lu Shu was merely a weak, incapable boy with a pretty face that attracted their landlord… Now that they saw him in person, they realized that his skin was indeed very fair[1].
As Lu Shu walked in, he asked, "Can you tell me more about the old King of Gods?"
Yu Die shook her head and said, "The old King was a mysterious man and all of our knowledge about him is from unofficial historical documents. It's said that someone had once advised the old King to set up a department specially dedicated to documenting his daily life and his history, but the old King refused. He said that his life needed neither comments nor records and he did not want to be documented in any written form or whatsoever because words and books are insufficient as tools of expression. As a result, a profession has formed just to study the poems left by the old King, in an attempt to peek into his life and his philosophies. Those people are called experts of the King's teachings…"
"Oh well." Lu Shu was amused. "Experts of the King's teachings"? It would truly be absurd if they could figure anything out from those poems! By the time they finally reached a conclusion, they would realize that either the old King or the experts themselves had gone mad!
At that moment, Lu Shu felt that the old King was a bully who teased the Luniverse folks for their ignorance. He would have been condemned and reprimanded if he were on Earth.
Yu Die diverted the topic. "How do you find my yard? The Lord of Heaven demanded that no landlords' yards could be bigger than seven acres. I've put in much effort and thoughts just to ensure that my yard does not exceed that limit. Take a look here. All the flat stones on the ground bear a story. This is how much thinking I invested in my yard. As for the Lin's and the Zhang's, they disobeyed the rules set by the Lord and recklessly expanded their yard. Who knows when the Lord will slaughter their entire families!"
"So serious?" Lu Shu gasped in shock. He had not expected the hierarchy system to be so insanely strict in the Luniverse. They had rules over the size of their own yards and the landlords' lives depended on someone else's moods as well.
However, he felt like doubting the intelligence of the people here when he saw the whole collection of poems in the study.
There were over 30 volumes of "300 Poems from the King", over 40 pieces of "Complete Collection of the King's Poems" and over 20 "Complete Collection of the King's Articles", together with many other books and files…
Yu Die sighed in deep emotions. "The King was fabulously imaginative. Some of the places he mentioned in his works are not from the Luniverse. Thus, we speculate that there must have been a beautiful land of the Gods in the old King's mind!"
"Yes. Sure. Absolutely," said Lu Shu. He was having serious thoughts over the sanity of the people of this world.
"There's another argument that the old King of Gods was actually from another world, and he was missing his hometown when he wrote those lines," said Yu Die, "Some people believe that the King was very lonely."
Lu Shu was stunned. This theory was actually possible. Could the old King be an earthling? How else could it explain the fact that the Puppet Masters had gone to Earth?
This world was rich in Spirit Qi, yet it was called the Exiled Land. Honestly speaking, Lu Shu felt that the name was more apt for Earth!
[1] In Chinese, a "weak, incapable boy with a pretty face" is literally called "one with a fair face"


Magical energy has come to this world; Lu Shu could only stare as one powerhouse after another appear.

Looking at his own peculiar ability, he exhaled a breath of cold air.

Dog balls!

...

This is a story of how Lu Shu used poisonous chicken soup to become the Demon King

Translator Synopsis:

This is the story of an orphan, Lu Shu. He is not any regular orphan, but a metahuman experiencing the changes in himself, his country and the world during the dawn of the magical era. Watch as Lu Shu embarks on a journey to hone his peculiar abilities together with his sister, the adorable and charismatic Lu Xiaoyu. Along the way, they’ll encounter supernatural events, obstacles and even the most powerful people in their country. How will Lu Shu make the best of his abilities and oust his never-ending list of rivals and opponents?

chinese poems about death novel

Poems about love

Trapped in Time

Pet King

I’m Really a Superstar

Losing Money to Be a Tycoon

Ultimate Scheming System

Dear Commander-in-Chief

She was born into a wealthy family

Book of Recommemdations

Spare Me, Great Lord!

People search chinese poems about death also like: