a poetry book about fictional love, real love, and acceptance. trigger warning.

Pearl woke up Saturday morning feeling refreshed. She fell asleep at 9 the previous night and had a full 12 hours of sleep. Needed. Meetings with her divorce lawyers, court, settling into her new place and juggling work and her band had really taken a toll. She was thankful she had finalized the divorce two weeks ago. She had lost nearly everything. Her house, her furniture, her car. She could have fought for more but she wanted it over. She let him have everything. He was a controlling, awful man. He was her first love and all she had known, meeting him when she was only 20 and getting married at 23. It had been such a waste of her younger years. Living in that hell. Everything was her fault. She was questioned constantly and isolated from friends and family. Nothing felt safe, always on edge. Not that her family was that great to begin with. She never had a real relationship with her mom and her dad was a tyrant as well. She always felt little. And weak. Until the day she made up her mind to start a new life and get out of the marriage. She found texts from her ex husband to a woman that sealed the deal. He was having an affair. She started by getting a bank account in her name only and slowly putting aside money that wouldn't be noticed in her savings. Signed the lease on her small apartment. Then step by step, she made the moves to leave. When her ex husband left for his "business trip" with his younger girlfriend for the third time, she took what she could pack into small uhaul and left. Never looking back. It hasn't been easy, but she wouldn't have gotten as far as she did without courage. 

She decided to stop off before band practice at her favorite used book store in the city. It was a bit of a drive but it was the best place on earth to her. An old brownstone building with exposed brick inside. Shelves of books line the walls on three floors and in the basement there were old magazines and newspapers. Stacks of other worlds and words everywhere you looked. The place smelled like old paper and leather. Faded oriental rugs covered the floor and vintage lamps and leather chairs were placed around to sit and read. She'd wasted many hours of her life there. Her favorites were the poets and classic 18th and 19th century romance. She was a sucker for the Brontes and the gritty poets like Bukowski and the sad ones like Plath. To her, books were a way to live many lives, mostly to escape her own. And this place was the heart of that love for her. She smiled and said hello to Frank, the owner, sitting at his desk at the front,  and started back toward the classics section. There was a first edition copy of Jane Eyre there last time that she couldn't afford til payday and she had come to claim it. But just as she made her way back to the corner of the section where the book was, her eyes found him. Standing in the poetry section, thumbing though a copy of Bukowski's "The night torn mad with footsteps". Her favorite by the writer. 
He was young, definitely younger than her, dressed in jeans with holes and a white linen shirt tucked in the front with a brown leather jacket over it. His hair was dark brown, almost black and hung in loose ringlets to his shoulders. He was wearing what looked like very expensive boots. He may have been the most beautiful man she had ever seen, in person. He glanced her way and his eyes met hers. They were so blue she was sure they were contacts. She was flushed, she could feel it. She looked down and started toward the other side of the shelf, trying to seem unaffected. She peeked through the books and noticed he was coming closer, still thumbing through the book he was reading. She couldn't resist and blurted out, "One of my favorite books. Bukowski. He was such an amazing writer and poet. He wrote working man's poetry, you know? Dark. Dirty. A bit of a beatnik even. But it's the times that he transcends that make him such a genius. Like in "A Song With No End" she paused and recited from memory, 
"when Whitman wrote, "I sing the body electric"
I know what he
meant
I know what he
wanted:
to be completely alive every moment
in spite of the inevitable.
we can't cheat death but we can make it
work so hard
that when it does take
us
it will have known a victory just as
perfect as
ours." 
Pearl blushed at her outburst and realized she was coming across as an absolute weirdo. But who cares? It was a wonderful book of poetry and she was happy to pay it the homage. He looked at her for a moment, almost with a look of pride and surprise, then smiled. "What's your name?" He asked, his voice deep and rich, electric even. "Pearl" she replied, shyly. "I'm sorry for the outburst." 
"Pearl, I'm Rhys. And it's lovely to meet you and your outburst." He replied with a smile. A beautiful smile. She smiled back, "nice to meet you too" 

"Pearl. I really like that name. In high school, we had to read The Scarlet Letter. Pearl was the name of their child, right? Great book. What a love story. I read these books and poets from the past and I wonder sometimes, was love just that more intense back then or do we just not want to discuss it anymore? Have we lost something?" Whoa. Where did this guy come from? Planet Perfect Male? "I think love was and always will be what these writers describe it as. Not many believe in it anymore, which is sad.  Too much convenience adorned in what love is supposed to be. I mean, men used to write love letters longer than college thesis's and now they just send pics of their penises to women hoping to grab their attention. It's really sad. " Pearl said, and she meant it. She'd had zero dates since her separation a year earlier and most of her offers included creepy messages from randos on her messenger and drunk guys hitting on her at the gigs. She looked young for 35. She was petite, 5' nothing and had long brown wavy hair. She wasn't much over 100 lbs,  since her leaving her marriage was probably the best and worst diet she's ever been on. Her eyes were steel grey and she was told, more than once, that she was a dead ringer for Jennifer Lawrence. She didn't see it. She had very little self esteem from being with her ex husband. She always felt fat. Old. Unattractive. It would probably take years to undo that damage. And she knew life was short. She had to begin the healing now before it was too late. 

Rhys smiled in an agreeing way. "So Pearl with the beautiful eyes, do you come here often?" He said as cliche as possible. "I do, in fact. I practically live here. Lol. You can't tell I'm a huge book nerd? " she replied with a laugh and wasn't joking in the slightest. "I can tell you are a lot of things." Rhys replied dead pan, without smiling. It was an intense reply. She looked at him with a sideways glance and shyly walked further down the aisle, toward the book she came there for. She found it and opened the front to look at the price again. Was it worth 300 dollars? She never really treated herself. Box hair dye and the same clothes she's had for years. She rarely went out to eat and the second job playing gigs helped. She decided to do it. She looked behind her and he was gone. She walked around through the store a little, hoping to see the beautiful man again. "Looks like he left." She said to herself. Oh well, what a beautiful moment in time. She could have those now. Those brief meetings. Shared glances. She was on her own and it never felt better. She headed up to Frank's desk and put a couple of books on his desk that she had grabbed along with the first edition. He bagged them up and told her to have a great day. "Wait, I need to pay for them" she said. "No, it was already taken care of by the young man that left a bit ago. He left some money and said what was left he'd like to donate to the shop. Oh and he left this  for you, too "

When real life divorce and loneliness becomes a fairy tale after a chance encounter with a movie star, Pearl’s life turns into a love triangle she wasn’t prepared for. Rock  stardom  and romance and getting a second chance at life and love means everything.

At Peachwood, Ning Xi was looking through the comments on her Weibo.
Within the few days that "Dream Chaser" had been showing in theatres, the number of Ning Xi's Weibo fans had broken through 20 million and it was insanely increasing.
The fans had begun to intimately address Ning Xi as "Bro Xi". Of course, even more people were calling her "Husband" and "Prince Charming".
[If Bro Xi posts a photo in a male outfit, I will swallow five boxes of shampoo, copy the complete works of the news broadcast, break open a durian with my bare hands, crush a huge rock with my chest, knock my head against bricks, bungee jump without a rope, and catch a naked sword with my hands, eat tangerines with the skin on, copy the entire Chinese dictionary, proverb dictionary, Chinese-English dictionary, the Book of Dao, the Three Character Classic, the Classic of Mountain and Sea, the three hundred Tang dynasty poems, the five hundred Song dynasty poems! That's how confident I am!]
[Ning Xi, you've been suspected of theft! Many maidens have been saying that you have stolen their hearts, but now they are punishing you and telling you, 'Be responsible for flirting! Or else, we will chase you to the ends of the Earth!']
[Husband, if you were a little ugly, I might still want to shop, watch movies, have Western food, take a walk and admire the night sky, while talking about poetry and life philosophy with you, but you're so handsome that it makes me only want to sleep with you!]
[How's a life of being unable to sleep with Bro Xi different from being a piece of salted fish?]
...
Probably because Ning Xi had made such a memorable impression of the movie's character into everyone's hearts, apart from the many confessions, many people were even questioning Ning Xi's sexuality and wondering if she liked girls...
As she went through all of the overwhelming comments about wanting to sleep with her and just thinking about the fact that they were all girls, Ning Xi felt quite pleased about it.
Lu Tingxiao obviously saw the comments too. With a poker face, he said, "Why are all the girls nowadays so...unreserved?"
When she saw Lu Tingxiao's serious expression, Ning Xi laughed. "This is just a way for everyone to express that they like me! For example, I'm like them with you..."
Ning Xi closed in to his ear and whispered, "Better to sleep with you than ten miles of spring, better to sleep with you than enchanting you, better to sleep with you than to be loyal to you, better to sleep with you than have thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, better to sleep with you than..."
The man squinted as he rolled over and pushed her down. "You have to be responsible for flirting with me."
Hey! The devil had actually picked up the fans' words!
Truly applying what he studied...
Ning Xi quickly replied, "Of course, as much as I flirt, I'll only be responsible for you, okay!? Besides...I like men, are you still not sure about this?"
The moment he said that, the man kissed her hard until her petal-like lips swelled up slightly before he was satisfied.
He thought he could be indifferent to all of this, but the truth was that no matter how many times he experienced it, even if they were just girls, as long as he saw them overbearingly covet his wife, he still could not bear it.
Still, this girl was increasingly understanding of him. She had a way of resolving his worries every time.
The thing he hated and abstained from the most was having his emotions be controlled by others. However, before her, he endured this punishment gladly, even enjoying the feeling of her controlling him.
Ning Xi suddenly thought of something and got up immediately. "Mmm, oh yes, Lu Tingxiao, wait for me. I'm going to change. Help me take a picture! Director Chen said that our box office is about to surpass $ 5 million. They need the leads to give the fans some rewards! I thought about it... There were most requests for me wearing a male outfit. They will definitely love it!"


After five years, Ning Xi returned to the place that had pushed her away — home. With a sister who turned her parents against her and made her childhood sweetheart betray her, the odds seemed grey.
However, five years abroad had changed her, and she came home to fulfil her childhood dream of becoming an actress. Despite her evil sister still out to get her, tables will be turned. 
One day, after falling into one of her sister's schemes, she saves an adorable kid and found herself staying at his house to help him come out of his shell. Slowly, his father Lu Tingxiao began falling for her. This was before they realised how their lives had been intertwined all this while without their knowledge.

The end of the 20th century proved a difficult period for Russian literature, with relatively few distinct voices. Although the censorship was lifted and writers could now freely express their thoughts, the political and economic chaos of the 1990s affected the book market and literature heavily. The book printing industry descended into crisis, the number of printed book copies dropped several times in comparison to Soviet era, and it took about a decade to revive.

Among the most discussed authors of this period were Victor Pelevin, who gained popularity with first short stories and then novels, novelist and playwright Vladimir Sorokin, and the poet Dmitry Prigov. A relatively new trend in Russian literature is that female short story writers Tatyana Tolstaya or Lyudmila Petrushevskaya, and novelists Lyudmila Ulitskaya or Dina Rubina have come into prominence. The tradition of the classic Russian novel continues with such authors as Mikhail Shishkin and Vasily Aksyonov.

Detective stories and thrillers have proven a very successful genre of new Russian literature: in the 1990s serial detective novels by Alexandra Marinina, Polina Dashkova and Darya Dontsovawere published in millions of copies. In the next decade Boris Akunin who wrote more sophisticated popular fiction, e.g. a series of novels about the 19th century sleuth Erast Fandorin, was eagerly read across the country.

Science fiction was always well selling, albeit second to fantasy, that was relatively new to Russian readers. These genres boomed in the late 1990s, with authors like Sergey Lukyanenko, Nick Perumov, Maria Semenova, Vera Kamsha, Alexey Pekhov, Anton Vilgotskyand Vadim Panov. A good share of modern Russian science fiction and fantasy is written in Ukraine, especially in Kharkiv,[20] home to H. L. Oldie, Alexander Zorich, Yuri Nikitin and Andrey Valentinov. Many others hail from Kiev, including Marina and Sergey Dyachenkoand Vladimir Arenev. Significant contribution to Russian horror literature has been done by Ukrainians Andrey Dashkov and Alexander Vargo.

Russian poetry of that period produced a number of avant-garde greats. The members of the Lianosovo group of poets, notably Genrikh Sapgir, Igor Kholin and Vsevolod Nekrasov, who previously chose to refrain from publication in Soviet periodicals, became very influential, especially in Moscow, and the same goes for another masterful experimental poet, Gennady Aigi. Also popular were poets following some other poetic trends, e.g. Vladimir Aristov and Ivan Zhdanov from Poetry Club and Konstantin Kedrov and Elena Katsuba from DOOS, who all used complex metaphors which they called meta-metaphors. In St. Petersburg, members of New Leningrad Poetry School that included not only the famous Joseph Brodsky but also Victor Krivulin, Sergey Stratanovsky and Elena Shvarts, were prominent first in the Soviet-times underground - and later in mainstream poetry.

Some other poets, e.g. Sergey Gandlevsky and Dmitry Vodennikov, gained popularity by writing in a retro style, which reflected the sliding of newly-written Russian poetry into being consciously imitative of the patterns and forms developed as early as in the 19th century.

this is made for the purpose of getting the authors badge  at any rate I'll just compile world literature

On March 30, 1820, Anna Sewell was born into a devoutly Quaker family. Her mother, Mary Wright Sewell, was a successful children's book author. Sewell was mostly educated at home and did not attend school for the first time until she was twelve years old. Two years later, she seriously injured both ankles in an accident. From then on, Sewell had extremely limited mobility; she required crutches and could never walk great distances. 

SAnna_Sewellewell resorted to using horse-drawn carriages for transportation. Soon she fell in love with horses and became deeply concerned about their humane treatment. That concern led her to undertake the children's classic Black Beauty. Sewell undertook the novel not for children, but for those who cared for horses. She said her "special aim [was] to induce kindness, sympathy, and an understanding" toward equines. But when Sewell began the novel in 1871, her health was already failing. At first, she narrated the story to her mother. In 1876, Sewell began writing on small slips of paper, which her mother would then transcribe. 

Sewell completed Black Beauty in 1877, only five months before she passed away. She did, however, live long enough to enjoy the book's initial success. Though Sewell finished only one novel during her lifetime, that book has survived as a wonderful literary legacy.

Sewell is one of many legendary authors who managed to publish only a single novel during their lifetime. Here are a couple more examples of such authors.

Edgar Allan Poe
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One of the earliest American authors to embrace the short story, Edgar Allan Poe was a master of suspense and horror. He's credited with originating detective fiction and contributing to the evolution of science fiction. A truly prolific author, Poe was the first American author to earn his living (paltry though it sometimes was) through writing. Yet he only wrote one novel: The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket (1838). Jules Verne would later write a sequel in 1897 called An Anarctic Mystery, but also known as The Sphinx of the Ice Fields. 

Emily Brontë
Like her sisters, Emily Brontë originally published under a more androgynous pseudonym. When Wuthering Heights was published in 1847, it bore the name of Ellis Bell. The novel met with mixed reviews from critics, who mostly found the book unbelievable and even scandalous. In a later edition, Charlotte Brontë wrote a preface to the novel, defending her sister's work. Unfortunately Emily would not survive to write another masterpiece; she died of tuberculosis only a year after Wuthering Heights was published. 

Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde wrote plenty of plays and poetry, but The Picture of Dorian Gray (1890) would be his only novel. It didn't win Wilde any friends with literary critics, who called the novel everything from "effeminate" to "unclean." Always eager to please, Wilde revised the novel but directed the rest of his energies to plays and poetry. During Wilde's lifetime, he would be best known for these, but it was Dorian Gray that earned Wilde a place in the literary canon. 

Margaret Mitchell
Margaret Mitchell had never wanted to publish a novel, but then a colleague expressed doubt that Mitchell could accomplish such a feat. Gone with the Wind was published in 1936, propelling Mitchell to the exact kind of fame she had wanted to avoid. She won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1957. 

Gone with the Wind has remained one of the bestselling books of all time. Mitchell, who hated being in the limelight, refused to publish another novel and had little time to reconsider—she died at age 49, after being struck by a car. Her novella Lost Laysen was published posthumously in 1996. 

Ross Lockridge, Jr
Though Ross Lockridge, Jr. has yet to become a household name, the author received considerable acclaim for his first novel, Raintree County, published in 1948. The book is often considered a Great American Novel, placing Lockridge in the illustrious company of legendary authors like Mark Twain and Ernest Hemingway. Raintree County topped the New York Times bestseller list and was adapted for the silver screen in 1951. But it would be Lockridge's last work; he committed suicide only three months after Raintree County was published. 

Ellison_JuneteenthRalph Ellison
When Ralph Ellison published Invisible Man in 1952, it met with almost immediate acclaim. It won the U.S. National Book Award for Fiction in 1953. Ellison continued to write, hoping to match the success of his debut novel. But in 1967, a fire in his home destroyed Ellison's second manuscript. Ellison persevered, eventually producing a new manuscript that sprawled to over 2,000 pages. After he died, the manuscript was condensed, edited, and published as Juneteenth. 

Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak is remembered as a titan of twentieth-century poetry. It's no wonder that his attempt at a novel would be nothing short of spectacular—yet Dr. Zhivago (1957) was almost not published at all. The manuscript had to be smuggled out of Russia and published abroad. In 1958, Pasternak was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, and his latest novel certainly contributed to the Swedish committee's decision. Unfortunately the Russian government disapproved of Pasternak's perspective, and he was forced to decline the Nobel Prize under threat of punishment. 

Harper Lee
Since Harper Lee published To Kill a Mockingbird in 1960, it has become one of the most popular and enduring works of American literature. The novel earned the 1961 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction and consistently finds its way onto school reading lists. In 2007, Lee was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom for her contribution to letters. Lee published a second novel the year before her death, but circumstances surrounding it are murky at best. Although Go Set a Watchman was marketed by its publisher as a sequel to Lee's magnum opus, we now know it was merely a rough draft for To Kill A Mockingbird. 

It's unclear why Lee never published again between Mockingbird and the release of Watchman, though she did spend several years on a novel called The Long Goodbye before abandoning the project. Lee has made another mark on literature thanks to her friendship with Truman Capote, whom she assisted in researching In Cold Blood. 

John Kennedy Toole
When A Confederacy of Dunces was published in 1980, it earned author John Kennedy Toole a posthumous Pulitzer Prize. The brilliant but troubled Toole had finished the novel much earlier. But the stress of consistent rejections from publishers wore on Toole, as did other aspects of his life. He committed suicide in 1969. The book was published thanks to the hard work of Toole's mother and has since been recognized as an outstanding work of twentieth-century American literature.

Looking at the infuriated Heidi, Lucien smiled. "What's to be angry about? So many arcanists of the elemental school share my opinion. Why do I need to waste my time on a worthless paper? Such a hypothesis which uses the result as the premise, until it is proved by experiments, can only be used for mathematical and methodological reference. Did any arcanist write a rebuttal?"
Annick browsed through the journals and shook his head. "None of the five grand arcanists published any papers. Mr. President and the Lord of Storm, on the other hand, discussed the transformation formulas' application in the Douglas system under different frames of reference."
"Mr. President published a paper?" Since he did not review it, it was the first time Lucien heard about it. He took over Annick's 'Arcana' and began to read.
Douglas had obviously noticed Oliver's paper last month but was not as upset as the senior-rank arcanists, because it only offered a theoretical explanation and the corresponding transformation formulas. No experiment results or phenomena could prove the theory and explain the light-speed experiment. Instead, Douglas was more interested in the transformation formulas, as the transformation formulas in the past were rather inept after the Brook electromagnetic system was established.
Reading Douglas' paper, Lucien nodded his head. This was the best he could expect. After Mr. President studied the major part of the paper, with his understanding of the electromagnetic system, he would soon recognize something and gain certain preliminary insights. Only in such a case would he not be faced with the special theory of relativity without any psychological or knowledge preparation.
As Lucien read the paper in silence, Heidi murmured, "I know that you are unwilling to demean yourself by discussing such speculative papers, but the arcanists who support the wave theory think otherwise. They believe that you have been hit by the paper and realized your bigotry in the past, and that's why you quietly backed off and did not argue. This is a sign that the wave theory is making a comeback."
By 'comeback', she meant the problem of whether or not 'Ether', the medium through which waves were transmitted in the vacuum, existed.
The few students were rather excited about the wave theory advocates' slanders against their teacher. It seemed more insufferable than themselves being humiliated. 
"What's their opinion on the photoelectric effect and the Brook scattering experiment?" Lucien was holding 'Arcana' and 'Magic' in his hands. Obviously, the arcanists that they knew and were in touch with couldn't have published any papers in the two journals.
After he blew up a tremendous amount of heads with the light quantum hypothesis and won the Silver Moon Medal, the arcanists who persisted in the wave theory clinging to the classic experiments stayed far away from Lucien in fear. As a result, he could only learn their progress through journals.
Sprint snorted, "They attempted to construct more complicated wave models to explain the photoelectric effect and the scattering experiment, but that's only for discussion and of no actual value. They almost didn't pass the review."
"Then what are you angry about? Besides, can particle theory explain the classic experiment images?" Lucien smiled, rather amazed by the wave theory supporters' efforts. However, their efforts were destined to be in vain due to the lack of theoretical guidance.
Heidi found her teacher's casualness very perplexing. "But they are vilifying you, aren't they?"
"They'll be slapping my face only when they present detailed experiment results." Lucien focused his attention on the two journals. He realized that after he proposed the light quantum hypothesis and Mr. Brook proved it, the supporters of the particle theory were soaring in number. Many arcanists had changed their opinion and believed that light could be a very strange particle.
However, since the classic experiments still could not be explained with particles, the supporters of the traditional wave theory, after the intense shock at the beginning, got back on their feet again. On 'Arcana' and 'Magic' of this issue, Joaquin, Pesor, Tina-Timos and other senior-rank arcanists all expressed their acknowledgment of Oliver's paper, but they prudently maintained that experiments should be devised according to the theory in order to prove it, and that they should not trust it too much until then. That was a good lesson that they had learnt after Lucien's consecutive revolutionary papers.
Based on the experience from Earth, Lucien knew that the War between Wave and Particle would be long and involve the mysteries about the nature of this world. Therefore, he did not find it strange at all.
Her teacher's attitude calmed Heidi down. She asked curiously, "What's your paper this month, master? I saw you working on it before."
"An essay on tensor analysis. It has been published in 'Nature'. You should read it sometime." Lucien replied, without bothering to raise his head.
Annick, Katrina and other students all looked awful. It had been three years since 'Nature' was established, and it was gradually known as 'the most abstruse journal in history'. Even the advanced arcanists who were adept at mathematics and logic were often too overwhelmed to understand what the papers on it were talking about. The series of papers that their teacher and Mr. Levski worked on in regard to Evans Geometry, in particular, were the best tools to help them go to sleep at night.
Noticing the silence, Lucien raised his head and looked at him with a vague smile, "Only with a good knowledge in mathematics and logic will your future studies on arcana and magic be easier. Do you need to be fortified in that aspect?"
"Haha. Master, I just recalled that I still had an unfinished experiment. I'll be on my way. Take your time reading your paper. I'll go find Alfalia." Smiling, Heidi spoke as she backed to the door.
Alfalia had been assigned to her as her assistant.
With Heidi as their example, the excuses such as arcana experiments and magic analysis and construction surged out of the mouths of the students. After only ten seconds, Annick was the only person left in the office.
Lucien looked at Annick, finding it weird, "Do you not have any unfinished experiment? Or do you really want me to give you more lectures on mathematics and logic?"
Annick scratched his head and said in a low voice, "Master, my plan was to read the journals…"
Lucien lowered his eyes, only to discover that Annick's journals were in his hands.
Lucien was finally able to read and learn the papers after the steel golem delivered his journals from the Review Board. He realized that, because Oliver's paper was too dazzling, the journals were filled with discussions about it. Other articles were the achievements in other fields or improvement in magic. The heuristic paper that Annick and Sprint proposed about the contradiction between the theoretical performance of the cyclotron and its actual performance received absolutely no attention.
That's not going to work. Lucien thought for a moment and took out a piece of paper. Picking up the quill, he wrote: On the Problems in the Application of the Cyclotron.
...
Inside the 'Theater of Destruction', collapsing and perishing stars were everywhere.
In the dark, terrible end of the world, certain brightness spread out gently but firmly. It seemed to be the last symbol of civilization.
As one approached it, they would discover that the shimmer was from a high-rising magic tower that was full of artistic air. Every window was ablaze with lights.
In the library, Oliver, whose magic robe had been changed into a sloppy pajama, was holding his quill haggardly and smoking his tobacco pipe, unable to write a single word for a long time.
His eyes were filled with the zealotry typical of artists. He seemed to have ignited and dedicated all the feelings in his heart to this long poem of love.
Suddenly, the tower guard's pleasant voice echoed, "My lord, Mr. President has come to visit."
Oliver put down his quill, frowning. A 'poet' and 'playwright' whose inspiration was disrupted tended to be agitated. He violently pushed the paper on which the love poem was written to a pile of paper on his desk, clearing an empty space. Then, he took a few deep breaths and resumed calmness on the surface. Finally, he rose and greeted Douglas at the door of his magic tower. In terms of both seniority and prestige, Douglas deserved his full respect.
Soon enough, Oliver led Douglas back to his library. Rubbing his eyebrow, he asked, "Mr. President, is there anything I can help you with? I'm not in the best mood recently, and there's something urgent I need to accomplish. I won't be away from Allyn for now."
It was a subtle refusal of being sent out for missions, which was also a privilege for the grand arcanists.
Douglas smiled. "You can stay in Allyn and study Douglas. There are no missions that require your help. I'm here mainly to discuss the application of transformation formulas with you. Have you seen my paper on 'Arcana' today?"
He, too, was aware of Oliver's recent divorce, and naturally did not assign any mission to him.
Oliver was more or less relieved. "The transformation formulas? I'm glad to discuss it with you. Fernando and I had so many unresolved problems."
"You discussed it with Fernando?" Douglas found it strange.
Realizing his mistake, Oliver hurried to explain. "You know that Fernando is adept at many fields. He is a great partner to discuss with. I communicated with him before I submitted the paper."
Douglas nodded in approval and sat on the opposite side of the desk. "Let's discuss this problem."
As if he felt that oral description might be too difficult, he took up another quill on the desk, drew a piece of paper, and was about to write the problem down.
On the paper, however, were a few lines of beautiful and affectionate poetry. Douglas shook his head and apologized, "Did I interrupt your creation?"
While talking, he put the paper of poetry back to where it used to be and drew the pile of paper that was below it at the beginning. He thought that the paper down below was blank.
Still in a trance, Oliver was about to say that it was alright because he already had insights and he could continue his work in a right mood later, but all of a sudden, his eyes widened and he turned around like a wild storm, shouting, "Not that paper!" 
Douglas avoided Oliver's robbing out of instincts and looked at the paper in his hands, feeling it strange, only to catch the title on it that was in a very familiar handwriting.
"On the Electrodynamics of Moving Bodies and Mass-energy Equation"
Oliver's face immediately turned gloomy. The destruction in the cosmic theater out there seemed even more horrifying and dark.


"A falling star has brought the chaos. The throne of fate has lost its master. The nonbeliever who walks in light and darkness will make his debut."
In this magic world, knowledge is power.

As soon as Yu Gangan stepped out of her ward, she saw the pretty boy and her auntie standing in front of a flower bed.
The pretty boy had a bunch of roses in his hands that looked exactly the same as the bunch that Fang Zhihan brought her earlier.
Yu Gangan subconsciously turned her body to avoid their gaze, but she was too late.
The old aunt spotted her from the corner of her eye and started calling from a fair distance away, "Gangan, Gangan..."
At the same time, Yang Tianyou ran as quickly as he could towards her with the roses in his hands. He then kneeled on the floor with one knee and presented a ring to her, "'If the feelings of both eternal stay, why must they be together night and day...[1]'"
Yang Tianyou's sudden poem recital was so lame that it sent chills down Yu Gangan's spine.
"I always thought that love was like this poem. But, that was until you got hurt and fell into a coma. 'I don't regret that my clothes are loose because I suffer and languish for you willingly'[2]. That's when I realized how much I loved you and that I couldn't lose you. You are my heart, my soul and my everything. I can only breathe with you by my side. Please marry me, Gangan. I will definitely make you the happiest woman on Earth!" 
Yu Gangan got goosebumps all over her body.
This was too cheesy.
How could he propose by combining classic poetry with phrases often used on the internet?
Did her 'husband', Fang Zhihan, shock them too badly?
Were they afraid that Fang Zhihan coaxed her away and ruined their ridiculous plan?
What was her older uncle's family up to and what benefits had they offered this pretty boy for him to willingly marry a stranger?
At this time, Yu Gangan's auntie rushed over and said happily as she tried to catch her breath, "Gangan, this is great! You and Tianyou can finally settle down together. This is so romantic. Marry him, marry him..."
The old woman clapped her hands as she kept repeating her last two words.
Her cheerful chanting quickly drew some onlookers to join in, "Marry him, marry him..."
After all, witnessing two lovers end up together was a romantic and moving thing.
With the support of onlookers, Yang Tianyou's smile grew bigger.
He looked gratefully at the people around them before he turned his loving gaze back to Yu Gangan, "Marry me, Gangan. I will continue to love you in the following 10, 20, 50 years and even in my next life and the life after that!"
As Yu Gangan listened to the voices around her, she felt like her head was being trampled by a herd of horses.
How could these nosy onlookers join in when they had no idea what the truth was?
But, the blame went to her auntie for being so calculative.
She was taking advantage of the situation to force her onto the wedding carriage and she was using the public to make it impossible for her to reject the proposal. 
Yu Gangan smirked and asked calmly, "Did you graduate from drama or Chinese opera? This proposal performance was very vivid and realistic."
Between her unclear smile, there was a look of ridicule.
Yang Tianyou's expression stiffened for a moment.
But, he quickly smiled again and said with increased sincerity, "Gangan, I know you've lost your memory and you can't remember me. I'm not sure if this proposal is a good representation of my love, but I can guarantee that I'll love you for the rest of my life. Marry me!!"
Yu Gangan looked at Yang Tianyou in slight amusement and coldly gave her response, "No!"
[1] (两情若是久长时,又岂在朝朝暮暮) These two lines are from a famous poem about a cow herder and a goddess who only get to see each other once a year. This day is observed as Chinese Valentine's Day.
[2] (衣带渐宽终不悔,为伊消得人憔悴) Two lines from another famous poem.


Beautiful doctor of Chinese medicine, Yu Gangan woke up from a coma one day to a cold, mysterious man. "Excuse me, you are...?"
A pair of profound eyes focused on her and replied, "Fang Zhihan, your husband."
Did this man take her for a fool? He was obviously a fraud!
A little while down the track, he pulled her into his arms and whispered beside her ear, "Who am I?"
This time, Yu Gangan froze and replied, "Fang Zhihan, my husband."
If he was a patient, then she was his sweetest medicine...

"Tis better to have loved and lost 
Than to never have loved at all"
~ Samuel Butler =>

They say our past defines who we truly are. We admire them from the present and learn. Unless for those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. But for some their history is just a nightmare they're trying to wake up from. 

Vivia, a beautiful yet smart girl, not so innocent, not so experienced either. But she is successful in her own way; neither rich nor poor. She has a past like everyone else; dark enough to haunt her but not strong enough to hold her.

Rafael, he's rich, he's handsome and with a good heart he never shows yet he's cold, arrogant and has long lost his heart to his own demise. More successful than anyone he ever knows; but satisfaction is not something in his dictionary. Women are his chess piece to play and he sets the rule of the game. He has a past he wants to unwind and make those who needs to repay for their past submit to him. 

She was running from her past.
He was searching for his. 
Both with one common resolve.
Love is something they don't have the luxury to believe in and lover is a far fetched dream they do not see. 

What will happen when their past intertwines. What happens when one drowns so much into the web of deceit and revenge that they themselves fail to hold onto what's valuable to them. 
This is a story of revenge and redemption; attraction and affection; love and loss. Doesn't every story gets happy ending? But then again, isn't happy ever after is just an ironic thing? 


* Short Chapters * 
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*Contains some swearing and grammar mistakes I'm sorry for; which I'll also fix eventually.*

#Thank you for your patience.#

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Translated by: TaffyGirl13, Zaza
Edited By: Rango
TLCed By: Shiroyukineko
Shiro: I have confirmed that this manga is more of a gag than shounen . Enjoy~
 
The bright-eyed thief mumbled "ridiculous" and brushed away Yue Yang's hand . She then stood up and turned to leave .
"How is this ridiculous? A man and a woman's romantic passionate love is the most meaningful thing in the world . " Yue Yang quickly chased after her, hot on her tail . At the same time, he laughed, "Brother, don't feel embarrassed . If you don't know anything about skills in bed, I can teach you . Even though I don't qualify as being that experienced, we can slowly research the topic together… . If you have anything to say, let's talk it through… Don't take out your dagger . "
The bright-eyed thief was fuming with anger, and she began to quickly move .
With a whirl of her hand, the dagger flashed in front of Yue Yang .
Yue Yang stared at the dagger held up against his throat, and meekly raised his two hands up into the air, indicating his surrender .
"Get lost! I'm not the same type of person as you . " The bright-eyed thief was trying hard to suppress her urge to kill the brat, as she coldly squeezed out the words through her teeth .
"No way? You don't like women?" Yue Yang said with an extreme expression, "Could you possibly be the legendary chi chi man?"
"What chi chi man?" The bright eyed thief asked in confusion .
"In this world, people are split into 'attackers' and 'defenders' . The attackers are responsible of sowing the seeds, which is arduous work . On the other hand, the defenders are just in charge of moaning in pleasure . This is a comfortable and terrific job… . . Aiya, don't hit me . " Yue Yang hadn't even finished his words before he had been punched in the face by the bright-eyed thief .
"Let me warn you now, if you see me in the future, you'd better keep your distance . Otherwise, I'll kill you . " The bright-eyed thief said indignantly . However, Yue Yang had to admit that this fellow's angry appearance was quite attractive .

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There were people like this in the world; no matter whether they were laughing or fuming, their appearances were still extremely attractive .
Everyone couldn't help but to like them .
On the other hand, there were some people that were the complete opposite . No matter whether they were happy or angry, their appearances were always extremely disgusting . People would have no other option but to vomit at their sight . If one looked at their appearance for too long, they'd have the urge to go bang their heads into the wall and kill themselves .
Yue Yang felt that this bright-eyed thief was the former type of person, and one that people would only like more and more . When he saw the bright-eyed thief get angry, he wasn't afraid of her; instead, he smiled even more brightly and said, "Don't worry, I'll hide far away . Otherwise, I'm afraid that a man-lover like you will fall in love with me . "
The bright-eyed thief originally wanted to send Yue Yang flying with a kick and then leave, but after she heard his words, she immediately began to question the the brat's sanity .
"What did you say? I'll end up falling in love with you?" The bright-eyed thief repeated, as if she was unable to believe her own ears .
"Of course, such an outstanding and handsome man like me is welcomed by both beautiful men and women . But please take note: although I am loved by everyone, I only like beautiful women . I have no interest towards beautiful men, so please do not fall for me . " Yue Yang, nose high up in the air, praised himself complacently .
"… . " The bright-eyed thief almost fell flat on her face from hearing these words .

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She had met narcissists before, but it was her first time meeting one on a level this high .
Even the White Stone City's walls were like a piece of paper compared to his thick skin . The bright-eyed thief felt that even if all the narcissists in the world were combined into one person and compared to this brat, their narcissism would not even reached a tenth of this brat's .
The bright-eyed thief was secretly glad that she wasn't a narcissist . Otherwise, she would have probably felt completely inferior to the brat in front of her and killed herself with her own dagger…
Heaven knows how there could be such an abnormal existence in this world .
That's right, aside from abnormal, there was no other way to accurately describe the extremely narcissistic, pervert minded fellow standing right in front of her, who currently wore a large grin across his face .
"Although many beautiful men have confessed to me before, my heart can only be taken by beautiful women for eternity . "
"Don't worry, I won't ever like an outstanding toad like you, especially not for eternity . " The bright-eyed thief sneered at Yue Yang and referred to him as a toad that had wished to eat a swan's meat, indulging in his wild fantasies .
"I feel relieved then, brother . I have always worried about this problem . Now it's all good, it turns out that you don't actually like men . Just like me, you like beautiful women . Hu, now that I've finally relieved myself from this pressure since I know that you like women, not men, then everything's fine . This is great; we have a common language and common tastes . Come come come, let's go on an adventure together . I, who was extremely knowledgeable about girls and multi-talented, had always wanted to write a book to demystify a girl's mysteries and guide millions of lost youths in this world . I was just missing a companion . " Yue Yang patted his chest, and exaggerated how his worried heart had finally been reassured . He then intimately twined his arms on the bright-eyed thief's shoulder, as if he had finally found a fellow enthusiast to accompany him on his battles .
"I say, a knowledgeable and multi-talented person like you should be able to complete your book about girls' mysteries on your own . I have things to do, so I won't be accompanying you . " The bright-eyed thief smiled coldly, having great disdain for the self-proclaimed knowledgeable and multi-talented fellow, thinking that this brat really had nothing but perverted thoughts in his mind .
"It seems that you doubt my genuine talent . Brother, you've completely misunderstood . If you could just understand even 1% of the boundless knowledge I have, I believe that you will be completely captivated by my profoundness . Before, I was just worried that you would love me despite my male gender, and so for the sake of preserving our relationship as friends, I didn't reveal my inner depth . Do you understand now? Brother, did you really think I was just a normal person? No, I'm a genius . " Yue Yang's words were just a bit short of literally writing the word genius on his forehead .
"You are a genius? More like a natural idiot . "
The bright-eyed thief had never seen such an arrogant narcissist in her life before, to think he even dared to call himself a genius .
If geniuses were all like him, then the human race would be completely eradicated .
"Since you have sworn that you definitely won't be captivated by me, then I can just show you my ways…I have no choice but to let you know of my true formidability . Let me tell you, normal people aren't anything compared to me; even the Immortal Poet, Li Bai, often plagiarizes my poetry, as does the Poet Sage, Du Fu . Otherwise, how could they have gotten to the point where people say that 'Li Bai and Du Fu's literary works cast their radiance far and wide'? What you don't know is that it's because of me that they are here today . Do you get it now?" Yue Yang said earnestly, with complete certainty . His expression was extremely serious as well . The bright-eyed thief stared at him for a while; could this brat really write poems?
"The Immortal Poet, Li Bai? Who is he?" The bright-eyed thief had never heard of this God of Poetry Li Bai .
(TLN: )
"Child, you must study well and improve yourself everyday . Not even knowing who the Immortal Poet Li Bai is, no, this won't do at all . " Yue Yang patted the bright-eyed thief's shoulder, speaking as if he was old, wise and experienced, putting on an expression that said you would regret it later if you are lazy now .
"What's so good about this Immortal Poet, Li Bai? Why do I need to know him?" The bright-eyed thief snorted in disdain . But her words seemed to lack some of her previous confidence .
"Could it be that you haven't even heard of the 'Quiet Night Thought' that he copied from me? That's a classic work . How could you have never heard of it?" Yue Yang looked as if he had just encountered a strange creature that couldn't read .
"'Quiet Night Thought'? Never heard of it . What kind of poem is it?" The bright-eyed thief tried hard to recall, but couldn't find any memory relating to the poem .
(TLN: Quiet Night Thought is basically the first poem every children in China will learn in schools . The poem was written by Li Bai, one of the most famous poet in Chinese Literature . )

Chapter 22 – Please Don't Casually Fall For Me
Translated by: TaffyGirl13, Zaza
Edited By: Rango
TLCed By: Shiroyukineko
Shiro: I have confirmed that this manga is more of a gag than shounen . Enjoy~
 
The bright-eyed thief mumbled "ridiculous" and brushed away Yue Yang's hand . She then stood up and turned to leave .
"How is this ridiculous? A man and a woman's romantic passionate love is the most meaningful thing in the world . " Yue Yang quickly chased after her, hot on her tail . At the same time, he laughed, "Brother, don't feel embarrassed . If you don't know anything about skills in bed, I can teach you . Even though I don't qualify as being that experienced, we can slowly research the topic together… . If you have anything to say, let's talk it through… Don't take out your dagger . "
The bright-eyed thief was fuming with anger, and she began to quickly move .
With a whirl of her hand, the dagger flashed in front of Yue Yang .
Yue Yang stared at the dagger held up against his throat, and meekly raised his two hands up into the air, indicating his surrender .
"Get lost! I'm not the same type of person as you . " The bright-eyed thief was trying hard to suppress her urge to kill the brat, as she coldly squeezed out the words through her teeth .
"No way? You don't like women?" Yue Yang said with an extreme expression, "Could you possibly be the legendary chi chi man?"
"What chi chi man?" The bright eyed thief asked in confusion .
"In this world, people are split into 'attackers' and 'defenders' . The attackers are responsible of sowing the seeds, which is arduous work . On the other hand, the defenders are just in charge of moaning in pleasure . This is a comfortable and terrific job… . . Aiya, don't hit me . " Yue Yang hadn't even finished his words before he had been punched in the face by the bright-eyed thief .
"Let me warn you now, if you see me in the future, you'd better keep your distance . Otherwise, I'll kill you . " The bright-eyed thief said indignantly . However, Yue Yang had to admit that this fellow's angry appearance was quite attractive .
There were people like this in the world; no matter whether they were laughing or fuming, their appearances were still extremely attractive .
Everyone couldn't help but to like them .
On the other hand, there were some people that were the complete opposite . No matter whether they were happy or angry, their appearances were always extremely disgusting . People would have no other option but to vomit at their sight . If one looked at their appearance for too long, they'd have the urge to go bang their heads into the wall and kill themselves .
Yue Yang felt that this bright-eyed thief was the former type of person, and one that people would only like more and more . When he saw the bright-eyed thief get angry, he wasn't afraid of her; instead, he smiled even more brightly and said, "Don't worry, I'll hide far away . Otherwise, I'm afraid that a man-lover like you will fall in love with me . "
The bright-eyed thief originally wanted to send Yue Yang flying with a kick and then leave, but after she heard his words, she immediately began to question the the brat's sanity .
"What did you say? I'll end up falling in love with you?" The bright-eyed thief repeated, as if she was unable to believe her own ears .
"Of course, such an outstanding and handsome man like me is welcomed by both beautiful men and women . But please take note: although I am loved by everyone, I only like beautiful women . I have no interest towards beautiful men, so please do not fall for me . " Yue Yang, nose high up in the air, praised himself complacently .
"… . " The bright-eyed thief almost fell flat on her face from hearing these words .
She had met narcissists before, but it was her first time meeting one on a level this high .
Even the White Stone City's walls were like a piece of paper compared to his thick skin . The bright-eyed thief felt that even if all the narcissists in the world were combined into one person and compared to this brat, their narcissism would not even reached a tenth of this brat's .
The bright-eyed thief was secretly glad that she wasn't a narcissist . Otherwise, she would have probably felt completely inferior to the brat in front of her and killed herself with her own dagger…
Heaven knows how there could be such an abnormal existence in this world .
That's right, aside from abnormal, there was no other way to accurately describe the extremely narcissistic, pervert minded fellow standing right in front of her, who currently wore a large grin across his face .
"Although many beautiful men have confessed to me before, my heart can only be taken by beautiful women for eternity . "
"Don't worry, I won't ever like an outstanding toad like you, especially not for eternity . " The bright-eyed thief sneered at Yue Yang and referred to him as a toad that had wished to eat a swan's meat, indulging in his wild fantasies .
"I feel relieved then, brother . I have always worried about this problem . Now it's all good, it turns out that you don't actually like men . Just like me, you like beautiful women . Hu, now that I've finally relieved myself from this pressure since I know that you like women, not men, then everything's fine . This is great; we have a common language and common tastes . Come come come, let's go on an adventure together . I, who was extremely knowledgeable about girls and multi-talented, had always wanted to write a book to demystify a girl's mysteries and guide millions of lost youths in this world . I was just missing a companion . " Yue Yang patted his chest, and exaggerated how his worried heart had finally been reassured . He then intimately twined his arms on the bright-eyed thief's shoulder, as if he had finally found a fellow enthusiast to accompany him on his battles .
"I say, a knowledgeable and multi-talented person like you should be able to complete your book about girls' mysteries on your own . I have things to do, so I won't be accompanying you . " The bright-eyed thief smiled coldly, having great disdain for the self-proclaimed knowledgeable and multi-talented fellow, thinking that this brat really had nothing but perverted thoughts in his mind .
"It seems that you doubt my genuine talent . Brother, you've completely misunderstood . If you could just understand even 1% of the boundless knowledge I have, I believe that you will be completely captivated by my profoundness . Before, I was just worried that you would love me despite my male gender, and so for the sake of preserving our relationship as friends, I didn't reveal my inner depth . Do you understand now? Brother, did you really think I was just a normal person? No, I'm a genius . " Yue Yang's words were just a bit short of literally writing the word genius on his forehead .
"You are a genius? More like a natural idiot . "
The bright-eyed thief had never seen such an arrogant narcissist in her life before, to think he even dared to call himself a genius .
If geniuses were all like him, then the human race would be completely eradicated .
"Since you have sworn that you definitely won't be captivated by me, then I can just show you my ways…I have no choice but to let you know of my true formidability . Let me tell you, normal people aren't anything compared to me; even the Immortal Poet, Li Bai, often plagiarizes my poetry, as does the Poet Sage, Du Fu . Otherwise, how could they have gotten to the point where people say that 'Li Bai and Du Fu's literary works cast their radiance far and wide'? What you don't know is that it's because of me that they are here today . Do you get it now?" Yue Yang said earnestly, with complete certainty . His expression was extremely serious as well . The bright-eyed thief stared at him for a while; could this brat really write poems?
"The Immortal Poet, Li Bai? Who is he?" The bright-eyed thief had never heard of this God of Poetry Li Bai .
(TLN: )
"Child, you must study well and improve yourself everyday . Not even knowing who the Immortal Poet Li Bai is, no, this won't do at all . " Yue Yang patted the bright-eyed thief's shoulder, speaking as if he was old, wise and experienced, putting on an expression that said you would regret it later if you are lazy now .
"What's so good about this Immortal Poet, Li Bai? Why do I need to know him?" The bright-eyed thief snorted in disdain . But her words seemed to lack some of her previous confidence .
"Could it be that you haven't even heard of the 'Quiet Night Thought' that he copied from me? That's a classic work . How could you have never heard of it?" Yue Yang looked as if he had just encountered a strange creature that couldn't read .
"'Quiet Night Thought'? Never heard of it . What kind of poem is it?" The bright-eyed thief tried hard to recall, but couldn't find any memory relating to the poem .
(TLN: Quiet Night Thought is basically the first poem every children in China will learn in schools . The poem was written by Li Bai, one of the most famous poet in Chinese Literature . )

The Soaring Dragon Continent is a world of summons, you can only become strong if you become a summoner! Yue Yang, an average high school boy, was suddenly kicked into this world. When he woke up, he was greeted with a lot of worried faces and found out that he had assumed another person’s identity. Turns out he’s the good-for-nothing third son of the Yue Family, who had just recently drowned himself because of a failed engagement. Unlike the third son of the Yue Family who was useless in summoning, Yue Yang succeeded in making a contract with a summoning grimoire on his first try, even when the other guy failed for the past fifteen years. Others would have a headache making contracts with beasts afterwards, but countless beasts tried to gain favour with Yue Yang instead, acting like a good kid before him.
Yue Yang the brat, however, didn’t feel grateful at all: “Scram, Mythical Beasts! Do you think you are cool like that? Go away from me now, I only like beautiful summons!”
Even when royal families approached him for his talents, the shameless brat replied, “I’m not interested in government stuff, I’m only interested in beauties!”

I would also like to tell you that this is not my work. I have just improved the Translation where it could be improved and I have provided all the links that the real author in some chapter so do check them out. Thank You.

May we all be blessed with longevity?

Though thousands of miles apart, we are still able to share the beauty of the moon together?

Zhang Ye had already finished reciting his poem, but the sound lingered on. Everyone present seemed to have their goosebumps explode. They were momentarily silent! The entire auditorium was echoing with the sound from the microphone!

With the poem unleashed, it shocked the entire auditorium!

Meng Dongguo was already stunned when he heard half of it!

Big Thunder, Zheng Anbang, Little Red Mushroom and the other Writers' Association’s Teachers were dumbfounded!

Even without mentioning them, one could tell just by observing the atmosphere in the auditorium. Everyone in the audience had turned silent. Even the host, Zhang Huo, was at a loss for words while holding onto the microphone. The female host, Sung Mengjie, was even worse. She stared straight ahead and did not even realize that her hand had lost its grip on the microphone. Only when it issued a heavy thud on the red-carpeted floor of the podium did she come around. Following this, the souls of the people returned to their empty bodies, as if they had just crawled down from the moon in Zhang Ye's poem!

Wow!

Shouts immediately exploded!

"Good poem!"

"What the f***!"

"Heavens! What did I just hear!"

"The pen of God! The pen of God!"

"Too awesome! This poem is enough to explode!"

Some people could not help but stand up and applaud loudly!

Director Zhao Guozhou and Wang Xiaomei were stunned!

Big Sis Zhou exclaimed, "What a good melody poem! Teacher Little Zhang really created it on the spot? Oh, my God! Oh, my Buddha! Oh, my Guanyin Bodhisattva! Oh, my Jesus! Oh, my Heavens!" She believed in quite a few religions, as there were all sorts of variations. "That ‘The Song of the Stormy Petrel’ was made on the spot. ‘Flying Bird and Fish’ and ‘A Generation’ were also improvised on the spot. ‘See Me or Not’ was also written there and then. This is also written at the last minute? How could this be possible!? What sort of brain does Teacher Little Zhang have!?"

Wow!

It was unknown who gave the first applause! Thunderous applause!

This was not an analogous description! It was really like thunder! The entire auditorium's ceiling seemed to have been blown away! Other than applause, nothing else could be heard!

What was good about this melody poem? Many laymen might not be able to tell what was good about it, but they knew that it was definitely good.

Only Meng Dongguo, Zheng Anbang and company knew what realm this melody poem had reached. This was written too well. It revolved around the thoughts and imagination that opened up due to the Mid-Autumn's moon. It embodied the joys and sorrows of the world into a philosophical pursuit of the meaning of life and the universe!

When will the moon be clear and bright? With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the clear sky.

In the heavens on this night, I wonder what season it would be?

Almost every word was classic. Each word had a charm to it. Some of the words even needed to be repeated several times to gain an understanding of the profound meaning behind it! For example, the sentence, "ride the wind to return home"? Why was the word "return" used? A few people from the Writers' Association did not understand the first time that they heard it. Only as they heard to the end did they slowly understand. The word "return" was the finishing touch. It expressed how the original author, Zhang Ye, was in fact not treating himself as a mortal of this world. He treated himself as an immortal that had detached from the world; hence, he needed to "return" to the immortal palace, and not “go” to the immortal palace. It sounded insolent, but this melody poem's essence, energy and spirit had suddenly broke the confines of this world, and had raised the bar by more than one grade! Coupled with the ending sentence, the dozen or so Teachers and authors from the Writers' Association were too shocked for words!

Zhang Ye?

Who was he?

What sort of person is he!?

Other than Meng Dongguo and Little Red Mushroom understanding Zhang Ye a bit more, the other Teachers from the Writers' Association did not know this person. They had never even heard of him; hence, they were so shocked. How could a person that could write such a melody poem be some nobody? How could he be a rookie that they had never heard of? Furthermore, these people had prepared for the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet for several days, while this person was called out onto the stage! He did not even have time to prepare! Just this alone! No one present felt that they could do it themselves! What’s more, he produced such a shockingly great melody poem!

When did the realm of poetry have such an awesome person!?

Two minutes. The applause lasted for two minutes before it ended!

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

Finally, loud cries began to shout out in unison. Many people were calling out Zhang Ye's name, cheering him on and encouraging him. They were backing him!

Why?

It was because Meng Dongguo was too much of a bully!

He had publicly invalidated Zhang Ye? And even said that he was an amateur? And even called him out to get him onstage for a showdown? And even wanted to find his faults, so as to show everyone how to write a poem? Don't forget that this was Beijing Radio Station. It was Zhang Ye's unit. Everyone was a bit angry that their colleague had been bullied! Hence, seeing Zhang Ye coming up with such a magical and godlike poem in an impressive fashion, everyone seemed like they were on stimulants as they cheered him on. Although they were cheering on Zhang Ye's name on the surface, they were in fact trampling on Meng Dongguo, Big Thunder and company!

Deputy Station Head Jia's face turned black. He stood up to clap his hands. This was a live broadcast. What were they doing!?

Seeing the station's Leader's attitude, everyone stopped shouting and began to sit down one after another. They were all waiting to see the commotion that was to follow!

The host, Zhang Huo, managed to come around and speak. As he drew in his breath, he asked, "Teacher Zhang Ye, what is the name of this melody poem? Can you tell us?"

Zhang Ye smiled. "It's called ‘Shuidiao Getou’.”

Sun Mengjie said, "I already do not know how to evaluate it. I'm a layperson and do not understand melody poems much. However, with me dropping the microphone without realizing it, you should know how much I love this poem. Really, I love this poem to death. Its words are beautiful to an extreme!"

Zhang Ye was a person who did not fear stirring up chaos in the world. He immediately said, "It's alright. You are a layperson, but there are many experts on-site. They are professional Teachers from the Writers' Association." Turning his head, he looked towards Meng Dongguo and Big Thunder. Both of them had already returned to their seats when Zhang Ye recited his poem; however, Zhang Ye was able to find them with a glance. "Teacher Meng, Teacher Big Thunder... Previously, the both of you said my works have no literary value. Previously, you have also said I might not be good at writing poems. Yes, I admit I'm a beginner and an amateur. I shall modestly ask you Teachers for advice to please help me improve my level. Can you advise me on this poem?"

Zhang Huo nearly burst out laughing.

Sun Mengjie was also at a loss as to whether to laugh or to cry.

Upon hearing this, Big Thunder nearly vomited a mouthful of blood. He nearly cursed his mother. Your granduncle! I advise you, my ass!

Find a problem? Find faults? I haven't even fully understood the melody poem's complete meaning! Where can I find fault with it!? Although he was unrelenting and was angry, most of this anger came from being embarrassed. To be fair, Big Thunder had no choice but to admit that Zhang Ye's poem was flawlessly perfect. Not even them, probably no one could pick a fault with it. Zhang Ye had trampled on them!

Meng Dongguo was even more direct. He stood beside a youth from the Writers' Association and whispered with his head down. It was as if he was discussing the poem and had pretended not to hear Zhang Ye's words.

Everyone who had called him out no longer made a noise!

Against such a dazzling poem, they had no means of making a noise!

Upon seeing this, Zhang Ye also felt it was meaningless. There was no need to say anything more. He had already expressed himself using his work. Furthermore, it was a live broadcast, with many listeners listening into it. It was not good for him to say so much, as it was easy to make a mistake with too many words. It would make himself seem agitated. Although anyone could tell that those words were Zhang Ye's way of fighting back, what he said was without fault. He had admitted to being an amateur and had asked for advice as a newcomer. No one could speak ill of that. Hence, he passed the microphone back to the host and prepared to go offstage.

Zhang Huo was actually quite warm-hearted, "Teacher Zhang, although we are in the second poetry appreciation segment, it is still part of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet. Your poem will definitely be voted upon by netizens. Do you want to canvass for votes for yourself?"

Zhang Ye turned around and smiled. "It's alright. There's no need."

No need to canvass for votes? Meng Dongguo and company had all canvassed for votes, but you don't need to?

Zhang Huo did not understand what Zhang Ye's attitude was and could only respect his idea.

Meng Dongguo, who was below the stage, squinted his eyes slightly upon hearing this. He was not canvassing for votes? It was alright, even if he canvassed for votes. He believed that he was guaranteed to receive first place.

There were two reasons. Firstly, he also felt that his poem was very good. He did not believe that his "Thoughts of a Rainy Mid-Autumn Night" was in any way inferior to Zhang Ye's "Shuidao Getou". He felt that it was one of the best Mid-Autumn works that he had created in recent years. Secondly, he had the advantage of time. Meng Dongguo was the first person to recite his poem at the Poetry Meet. It began at 12 noon and ended at 2 P.M. There were two hours, so the longer the program went after your poem was presented, the more people there were to vote for you. There was no dispute. This was also the reason why Meng Dongguo had arranged to be the first to present a poem. As the Beijing Writers’ Association's Vice President, and a leader of the capital's poetry industry, he could not even show his face if he got second place for this sort of competition. He and the radio station had at least done their best to make sure that he would be the champion. If not, Meng Dongguo would probably not have participated in it, as it would affect his prestige.

But what about Zhang Ye?

Now, it was already 1.30 P.M. That was to say, Zhang Ye had barely half an hour left!

Even if the netizens and listeners liked his poem and voted for him, how many votes could they cast? It definitely could not exceed the votes for Meng Dongguo. Hence, he believed the championship title was likely in the bag!

Other people also shared his thoughts.

For example, Big Thunder and Little Red Mushroom had the same thoughts. Although they knew that Zhang Ye's melody poem was well-written, it had no chance of becoming the champion. It was also quite impossible for him to enter the top three. How many votes could one garner in 20+ minutes? The other people already had more than ten thousand votes. It was already not bad if Zhang Ye could get into the top ten! When the results were out, people would not care about the procedure or that there wasn't enough voting time. They only looked at the final outcome. When the top three was dominated by people from the Writers' Association and Zhang Ye was ranked beyond third place, then it was a way for the Writers' Association team that Meng Dongguo led to save their face!

Ah, alright!

Your melody poem this time had a lot of literary value to it!

We acknowledge that your melody poem was indeed very good!

But so what? Aren't you still ranked behind us? In the end, everyone will still see that you are inferior to us professional Teachers from a professional body like the Writers' Association!

Scholars tended to be more stubborn. There may have been some small conflicts at the beginning, but as the situation worsened, neither side would agree to back down. Anyway, they were going to go forceful on Zhang Ye! This was probably the clash between their orthodox background as Teachers of the Writers' Association and Zhang Ye, a half-past-six unorthodox "amateur" that wrote supernatural stories, fairy tales and poems! They would not give up until they beat the other party into submission!


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!

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