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This is a fan fiction on the comic "The Deserted Woman".

At this time, the flag was raised halfway, and all the students in the school only saw a boy holding the president of the student union of his school and running past everyone.
　　The flag-raiser's eyes were dumbfounded, and his hands were subconsciously slowed down by two beats. After the song was finished, the flag was only half raised.
　　Zhao Qinyin's body is very soft. Although he is 1.6 meters tall, Chu Yu's weight is probably only 90 kilograms at most.
　　But even so, when Chu Yu ran to report her to the infirmary on the third floor, sweat still broke out on his forehead.
　　"What's wrong with her, classmate?" Upon seeing this, a female doctor hurriedly let Zhao Qinyin enter a room and lay on the bed, looking at Chu Yu and asking.
　　...
　　Twenty minutes later, Zhao Qinyin, who had a pale face, finally recovered. Although she hadn't been able to stand up yet, she had already got up and sat on the side of the bed.
　　Hypoglycemia means that the body lacks energy for a while. Although people will be weak and weak during the attack, they can basically recover quickly after supplementing energy.
　　The doctor in the infirmary left the ward after Zhao Qinyin recovered.
　　"You didn't have breakfast in the morning!" Chu Yu saw that she was basically recovering, and shook her head.
　　Chu Yu knew that this disease was also caused by Chu Yu's mother. She always wanted to lose weight, and she ate a small amount of meals, and she often fell home because of exhaustion.
　　Every time a similar situation occurred, Chu Yu and her father would always reprimand her. After Chu Yu spoke, she wanted to start a long discussion like before.
　　But after another thought, my mother was gone, and the other party and I were just strangers who didn't know each other, and the words were still blocked in the end.
　　"In the future... pay more attention!"
　　After speaking, Chu Yu got up, ready to leave.
　　"Wait a minute..." Zhao Qinyin's weak voice came out behind him.
　　Chu Yu turned around and looked at her suspiciously.
　　"You...what's your name!"
　　Zhao Qinyin's clear pupils looked at Chu Yu.
　　"Um...Chu Yu." Chu Yu hesitated.
　　Isn't it because I picked her up privately to find me trouble?
　　"Chu Yu?" Zhao Qinyin nodded.
　　"Thank you, in the future... if I have the opportunity, I will repay your favor."
　　"Favorites?"
　　Isn't it to blame me for holding her privately?
　　How do you feel, it doesn't seem like the rumored inaccessible person!
　　"Oh!" Chu Yu looked at her seriously, nodded, he was not hypocritical.
　　"Say it if you have a chance!"
　　...
　　When Chu Yu walked into the classroom, all the classmates looked at him!
　　Where did he carry Zhao Qinyin?
　　What happened to Zhao Qinyin?
　　What is his relationship with Zhao Qinyin, why is Zhao Qinyin held by him and doesn't resist at all?
　　One of human instincts is to love gossip.
　　But now is the time for class, the old math teacher has a bad temper, and no one dares to ask.
　　Qin Qianyu has been paying attention to him since the comic incident in Chu Yu's desk box before. After all, he was reprimanded by Chu Yu. A woman always remembers these things very clearly.
　　He and Zhao Qinyin, what's the matter?
　　Chu Yu returned to his seat. Although Wang Wei at the front table was not good at asking during class, his expression told Chu Yu.
　　Your kid will explain to me honestly after class...what is the relationship between you and Zhao Qinyin?
　　However, after class was over, after Chu Yu told the truth, the crowd dispersed in a rush, which was of no value in gossip.
　　...
　　What happened on Monday was just an episode for Chu Yu. He and Zhao Qinyin, a scumbag, a tyrant, and a person who is destined to be admitted to a prestigious university and become the top group of people in the social pyramid.
There are not many intersections with Chu Yu, who may not be admitted to college and graduate from high school.　　Although Zhao Qinyin said that he would repay the favor of others if he had the opportunity, even if he listened to such words, Chu Yu didn't take it seriously.
　　Two days passed quickly, and Wednesday arrived.
　　From the weekly magazine of Cuttlefish Comics that was printed by the printing plant, the ink shadows were delivered to major bookstores and newsstands in Los Angeles as early as yesterday.
　　Although Ink Shadow is just a comic weekly with a weekly sales volume of only more than 60,000 copies, its sales channels are still spread throughout the province because it is backed by one of the three major comic companies in Los Angeles. This is why Cuttlefish Comics can It is recognized as one of the three major reasons that attract countless comic creators in Los Angeles to contribute.
　　Early on Wednesday morning, the major books and magazines and newsstands opened. First of all, news and newspapers must be the most popular. As for comic journals such as ink and film, they are generally well-known, and their audiences are students, and they are not over!
　　At noon and afternoon, young people flooded into the bookstore, and there were many fans of two-dimensional works.
　　....
　　Ren Yu is an ordinary office worker. He has a hobby that is unknown to his friends around him...comics.
　　A large part of his monthly salary will buy the works of major comic journals, such as the top comic journals of the Dragon Kingdom under the Magic Capital Seven, and the journals of the three major comic companies in Los Angeles.
　　Of course, occasionally, he also buys ordinary manga periodicals like Ink Shadow.
　　Different from the works in top journals, the serialization time is several years at every turn. In journals like Ink Shadow, these works are shorter and often end serialization in a few months. Sometimes I have different feelings when I read them. Not tired.
　　"Well, let me see, um, is Tianyun finished this week? Oh, a new series has been released..."
　　"Garden of Words?"
　　"The name is so obvious."
　　"But, tut, the style is okay! The author is called Shui Xin. Well, it seems that he is also a love comic, a female cartoonist? Are you still a newcomer?" Ren Yu walked on the road and flipped through this comic journal.
　　...
　　After Liu Jie returned to the classroom after lunch, she felt bored. After thinking about it, she went to the bookstore outside the school and bought a comic periodical...ink shadow.
　　She didn't buy continuously in the previous periodical, so many of the works on it were more than half of the story progress.
　　She flipped through the manga catalog and found what she wanted.
　　"The Garden of Words, first words."
　　Turned the book to the number of pages published in the Garden of Words.
　　In the eyes, the pavilion in the rain, the beautiful woman sitting alone.
　　The four characters are lower on the comic page, the garden of words.
　　To be honest, the name does not make people want to read at all, but this painting... is not on the same level as the serial works that Liu Jie saw before.
　　Be delicate and have a lot of exquisiteness!
　　Anyway, at least this style of painting gave her the desire to continue reading.
　　...
　　The rainy weather, the people who go to school and work, people are indifferent and just focus on their own affairs.
　　Qiu Yue, who had skipped class, came to the pavilion of the park holding an umbrella. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
　　Among them, there has long been a woman sheltering here from the rain.
　　A teenager with a drawing board designing shoes, a working woman drinking beer in a park pavilion on a rainy day.
　　When they met for the first time, the two barely said a few words, only when they saw the woman in Qiu Yue's school uniform said an inexplicable short poem before leaving.
　　"Vaguely thundering, cloudy sky, but hope that the wind and rain will leave you here!"
　　...
　　The second time I met, it was rainy.
　　The two didn't seem to be surprised by the existence of each other. Compared with the first time they met, they were a bit less rusty, and it became natural to greet each other.
　　For women with chocolate and wine, Qiu Yue looks at women's feet when designing shoes.
　　In the end, Qiu Yue told the woman that her skipping class was limited to rainy mornings.
　　The woman said, "If that's the case, maybe I'll see you again."
　　On the next page, the rainy season has arrived.
　　This concludes the content of the first chapter.
　　Meng Ming turned the cartoon to the next page, and the picture turned into another work.
　　After reading a few pages, Meng Ming always felt that something was wrong.
　　He turned the manga journal to the Garden of Words again.
　　To be honest, the style of painting is very good, but the story is very plain and soothing. For some reason, there is always a feeling of being hung up slightly. The desire to read is not very strong, but it does.
　　Forget it, support it, I hope the author will work harder, more!
　　With a smile, Meng Ming picked up the phone and scanned the QR code on the back of the journal. The phone page jumped to a voting page.
　　Vote for the works serialized in the ink film journals that you support.
　　I didn't think too much, after choosing the Garden of Words, I exited the page.

another work published by me {My Cartoonist Guide}

　Chu Yu, a senior two-dimensional fan, a dead house in the eyes of others, and a cheating comic book author in the eyes of readers!
On that day, he obtained the system that carries many excellent comic works on the parallel world earth... and
began his life as a comic artist who considered himself a legend, but was actually a silly comic artist!
Reader A, "Teacher, please, please finish drawing the full-time hunter first and then open a new hole? It's been three years, and three years later, three years have been opened for ten years. You want me Will my son burn me the full-time hunter's final chapter?"
Reader B, "Old thief Chuyu, you know what a fart cl. If you don't resurrect Furukawa, I will send you the blade tomorrow!"
Reader C, "Hehe, Xiangbei is down !" It's over in the top eight in the country? Chu Yu Lao Kengbi, do you want to pass by saying "the dream of youth is imperfect"? I swear, I will die for your works in the future, outside of death, from my house If I jump down, I won’t look at it again!"


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A young man just came out of a Comic store reading the new DC comic book on the way home.

 The only reason he bought this comic was because he heard that the comic teaches you more about Batman's Origin. 

When he wanted to cross the street he was so focused on the comic that he didn't notice that the traffic light was turning red and then he got hit by a truck.

 "Where am I? Didn't I die?" He wondered when he found himself in a room that looked exactly like his parents' living room when they were still alive.

You have to know that my parents died when I was a child and that is why I had no friends in my entire life because I was afraid that my friends would die just like my parents 

that's why I took refuge at the age of 10 in  comic where no hero is forever dead.

I can still remember it perfectly when I read my first Batman comic.

I understood Bruce Wayne's feelings very well when he lost his parents, but unlike me, he didn't mourn his entire life. 

he became Batman so that nobody would have to suffer as he suffered and that's why he was my favorite hero because he faced his fears.

"You are in the void" said an angel-like woman who was turned down every man with her blistered skin, her black hair and her black jeans and her black undershirt

 I got the courage to ask her why I am in the void and why she looks like death from the DC Universe.

 "Why am I in the void? Won't souls go to Heaven or Hell and why do they look like Death from the DC

 She gave me a serious look and told me that my death was a mistake, I should actually die in 90 years, not today. She also told me that my death was the fault of the god of my world

"Did I forgot something?" she said in a playful tone and a smile on her face.

"You still haven't answered my question about why you look like Death from the DC Universe."

"The reason I look like Death from the DC Universe is because that's how you imagine death to be"

that's how I imagine the Grim Reaper as a beautiful woman?

"What will happen to me now?" 

"You will receive 2 wishes and will be reborn in another world"

"is the world choice free?"

"Yes the world choice is free"

Which world should i choose? I've always liked Marvel more than DC because everything in Marvel is friendly and not as dangerous as DC I've made up my mind, I'm going to choose Marvel.

"I want to be reborn in Marvel and I want to be the same age as Tony Stark" 

"Ok" she said

"My first wish is that I get the body of Bruce Wayne and my second is that I become the sole heir to Wanye Enterprises." 

"Have fun," she said when she opened a portel in front of me, which has provided me.

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A: If you find any errors, let me know quickly so that I can fix them





"why can't you just leave her and fight us equally? Huh? Why? You're afraid?" Athena mocked. And the impostor went raged. Athena laughed. "oh, I forgot! Evils are goddamn idiots! It's always been using everyone to spread darkness. Aren't you guys sick of sticking to such a play? We already know what to do!! So, aren't you guys gonna change the plot of your plans? TSS! I'm so sick of it! You know! It's good when you just let yourself rest in hell eternity!!" And that went the evil to stopped and Mia collapsed again. Athena sigh and is also panting. She is caressing her face before assisting her to lie down.
"sleep well, Mia. I'll see you tomorrow"
Mehul was inside Leo's room as they are sharing his room. Leo looks at him as he was wondering how can a person looks like in the comic book.
"Is something in my face?" he asks him. Leo then shakes his head and went to his bed.
"Nothing, I just look how handsome you are," Mehul was surprised.
"Is he a--"
"Stop thinking about that, I'm not gay. I just... Nothing," he then lay down on his bed. Leo can't read the comic book as Mehul was in the same room with him. Leo got bored and he went outside to met with Andra.
Mehul was asleep as he was exhausted. Leo then knocks on Andra's door.
"Leo?" she was surprised to see him in front of her door. 
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Can't I be here?" he sadly utters. 
"I mean, what happened? Is there something you want to say?" she asked.
"I'm bored. Let's go out," he said. Andra looks at him. It was still evening, but why Leo wants to go outside.
"It's night, Leo. We can go tomorrow morning," she said. 
"But," he utters and pouts. Andra couldn't think of any other things and she kissed him. He was surprised as she was smiling while looking at her.
"Why did you do that?" he asks.
"I just want to, Good night," she utters and closed the door. Leo left with a broad smile on his face, but it changes as he saw Athena coming towards him.
"Commander," he said and bow at her. 
"Where's the comic book? Is this part of the book?" she asks. Leo sighs and looks at her.
"Yes, Commander. It's written in the comic book. All the things that happened were written in the book," he answers.
Athena takes a deep breath. "Alright, that book is a problem, we have to get rid of what will happen next. Read the book," she utters.
"But, I can't," 
"Why?"
"Mehul's in my room,"
"Then, let's go to the meeting room," she said. Leo then nods and went to his room to get the book. Athena then went straight to the meeting room.
Leo went to his room as he slowly opened the door. He saw Mehul was sleeping, he then slowly grabs the book and went out. He went straight to the meeting room and sat down.
"Start reading, Leo," she said to him. Leo starts to open the book and starts to read it.
"A stormy day, it will rain when Mia started to feel something on her back. She was confused about what's happening in her body. Her soul will be eaten by the dark magic inside her body. She can't get rid of it as it was her fate," he said as he reads it.
Athena then looks at the book and saw Mia was in a lot of pain in the picture from the comic book. "How can this happen?" she utters
Leo then flips the pages and saw Mehul was trying to ave Mia, but he failed and he was hit badly by the dark magic from Mia's body. Athena then cam into the scene and try to save Mehul when Mia attacks her.
Athena's eyes widen as she was looking at the comic book. "My fear has come, Mia was being evil now," she utters while looking at the book. Leo was about to close the book when Athena insisted to read it further.
Leo and Athena were reading the book as they heard a knock from the living room. Athena then looks at the door and head downstairs.
Athena didn't open the door as suddenly Chandler teleported inside the mansion with a woman with him. Athena was surprised to see him again.
"Chandler?"
"Athena,"
"Commander," Leo said and bow to Chandler.
Athena then looks at the woman brought by Chandler. She then smiles as she was looking at her.
"Esma?" she utters and went closer to her. Esma then hugs her with a smile on her face.
"Long time, Athena," she says. Athena was happy to see her again. They used to bond when they were together in the past, but when Jethro gives them different missions they get separated.
"Why are you here, by the way?" she asked.
"Chandler asked for my help," she said. Athena looks at Chandler. 
"So, this was your mission then?" she asked him. Chandler nods and smiles at her.
Leo was confused about what's happening right now. "Excuse me, Commander with your permission, I'm leaving now," Athena then nods and Leo went inside his room.
He then looks at the book and notices the next chapter was changing. He was confused. "What is this?" he utters while looking at the book. The next chapter changes as it had a drawn a new character which is Esma, the woman who just arrived at the mansion. Leo then flips the next page and it was different from what he had read.
Leo went back o the previous pages and he saw Mia wasn't in pain anymore. Mia was fine, and she was not feeling pain anymore. Leo was surprised and can't explain what's happening.
He then went outside to take a look. She wanted to tell Athena about what happened in the comic book, but as h can see, Athena is busy chatting with Esma.
He then went back inside and hide the book when he lay down on his bed.
....................
It was morning when Mia gets up from her bed. She then lazily went outside and she saw Mehul.
"Mia, are you feeling better now?" he asked and went closer to her. Mia smiles, but when she saw Chandler her mood changes.
"He's back?" she utters inside her mind while looking at him. Mehul then looks from where she is looking. Mehul then blocked the way where she can see Chandler as teardrops from her eyes.
Mia then shakes her head and went back to her room. Her chest was pounding as she was leaning her back on the door.
Athena was about to go downstairs when Leo calls her.
"Commander," he said and bowed. 
"What is it, Leo?" she asked.
"I need to tell you something," he said. 
"Let's talk about it later, Leo," she utters.
"It's about the book," Athena then looks at him and wonders what is he trying to say.
"What about the book?"
They then went to the corner and Leo started talking.
"The book had changed," he said. Athena's eyes widen as she heard it. 
"Why? How?" she asked. Leo was about to talk when Esma came towards them.
"What's wrong, Athena?" she asked. Athena looks at her and smiles.
"We just reschedule about their training as Chandler was back," she answers. Esma then nods and looks at Leo.
"Leo right?" he nods. "Nice to meet you," she said. 
"Nice to meet you too," he said and bowed.
"Let's go. Let me introduce to you everyone," she said and they head downstairs.
Mia and Mehul went down as they were called by Athena. They gathered around in the living room.
"I heard someone is new here," they murmur. Mia was looking at them as they saw Athena, Leo, and another woman with them.
"Who is she?"
"She's really pretty,"
Leo was looking at Esma as he remembers each page's changes when she came here. "She can change Mia's fate," he utters inside his mind.
"Listen, Everyone. This is Esma. She's a Commander just like Me and Chandler." she introduces Esma to others.
Mia was looking at her and she then looks at Chandler. Chandler had a broad smile on his face.
"I guess, she found another woman for him," she utters inside her mind. She then looks away.
"Commander," they all bowed down, but Mia wasn't listening as her mind was in other things.
"Mia? You're being disrespectful," Athena utters. She then looks at them and bowed.
Esma's eyes widen as she saw the woman's face.
"It's you," she utters. Athena looks at her as Esma was looking at Mia.
"What was that Esma?" Esma started to walked towards Mia.
"Raise your head," she utters and Mia raised her head.
Esma was shocked and surprised to see her face. "It is you," Mia looks at her as she wasn't familiar to her.
"I'm sorry Commander, but I didn't recognize you," she utters.
"I saw you. You're the woman in my dream,"
To be continued...


A girl named Mia comits a very heavy sin when she's still a human. In able to repay her sins, Lord Jethro have her sent back to the mortal world. And is given a task to keep away the people who's in danger. To save the people in need.

She has given a power for her to use in saving people. And that power is to read the people's mind, erasing people's memory and most especially, she can see signs that leads to the people who needs her help. 

She can keep them, rid them away from the calling of death.

But what if a spirit like her, fell?

Will she bear it?

Will she be a slave for an unrequited love? 

A love that can't she ever had. 

Rules is rules to be followed.

Spirits can't fell in love to it's fellow.

Will she get rid of it? Like how she saves people from death?

Can she escape and save herself from the dangerous feeling called... Love?

Both girls were at a loss for words. They could not believe that Yin Shuiling would say these words aloud.
How did Yin Shuiling three years ago look?
She was pure and innocent, and she looked like an angel that did not belong on earth.
But now, she said the words, "No man is willing to destroy you," so easily.
She changed!
Yin Shuiling coldly scanned both girls' faces. She was confident and casual as she turned around and left, leaving both girls with her extremely elegant and haughty back profile.
Both girls: "…"
Lin Xuemei took some documents and handed them over to Yin Shuiling before she smiled and said, "Shuiling, those two girls just now were too mean. Your words made them so angry that their faces turned green. Shuiling, that was great."
Yin Shuiling smiled for a moment but did not say a single word.
Nobody could see the deep sense of sadness hidden in the bottom of her eyes.
She stood at the side of the road as she flagged a taxi. She bid farewell to Lin Xuemei. "Xuemei, I have to take care of something. I have to go. We will chat again."
"Okay okay." Lin Xuemei nodded her head and sent Yin Shuiling off with her gaze.
…
Yin Shuiling rushed over to Dream Comic Studio.
The animation studio was in the middle of the city, on the 13th floor of a commercial building, so when she entered the building, the receptionist of the building escorted her up.
She stepped out of the lift, and the receptionist politely pointed towards an office in front of her. "Miss Yin, the scriptwriting department of Dream Comic Studio is right in front. Main Editor Pudding is inside."
"Okay, thank you."
"No problem." The receptionist left.
Yin Shuiling walked along the corridor. She had just taken two steps when she turned her gaze sideways to look through a meeting room that was made entirely out of glass. The label on the door indicated that it was used exclusively by VIPs, so this meeting room was probably used by the owner of the building to host his distinguished guests. 
Looking through the shiny glass windows, she could see everything happening inside the meeting room extremely clearly.
The hall was adorned with luxurious black and white décor. Men dressed in smart suits were seated in leather seats. They crossed their legs and held cigarettes in their mouths. The entire room was filled with smoke. It was a meeting between many senior presidents.
There was one person among them. He sat in the chairman's position, and Yin Shuiling saw him on the first glance.
But Yin Shuiling did not think that they would meet each other that quickly, and she was at a complete loss.
It was Yin Muchen.
He was dressed in a black shirt with black trousers. His fashionable curls were all snipped away, and he had a cold, hard, short style. After all, he was 31 years old now.
His former casualness and chill did not seem to exist anymore. Among those senior presidents, he was elegant and mighty as he crossed his long legs together. He would occasionally exhale a mouthful of smoke, and his manner of speech was calm and respected among the crowd.
In her direction, she could see half of his side profile. He was still handsome, but the difference between a 31 year old handsome man, and a 25 year old handsome man… He made women turn red in the face with his handsome face when he was 25 years old, and now, the 31 year old version of him made women feel captivated.
Yin Shuiling stood in place as she watched him mingle among the crowd. She watched him stand in the centre of the group, seeing him gain respect among the crowd.
"Rubus Coronarius?"
A voice rang out in her ears. Yin Shuiling turned her gaze back to have a look. It was a woman in her 30s. She had a friendly smile on her face as she walked over.
Yin Shuiling quickly smiled, "Pudding?"
"Yes, Rubus Coronarius… Rubus Coronarius, how are you? Let me give you a hug." Pudding was excited as she gave Yin Shuiling a hug. "You are a miracle in our comic studio, I finally have the chance to meet you in person today. You are so beautiful."
"Thank you for your kind words."
"Rubus Coronarius, let's go. I will give you a tour of the studio…" As she spoke, Pudding had a glance at the VIP room, and said, "Rubus Coronarius, I saw you staring at that meeting room just now. The people inside the meeting room are the big shots in T City. We would not be able to see them normally. Oh, President Zheng of our comic studio is also inside. Do you have someone that you know inside?"
Yin Shuiling shook her head and said, "No, I don't know anyone."
"Okay, then let's go." 
Yin Shuiling followed Pudding as they left.
…
Inside the meeting room
"President Yin, President Yin…" A senior president was calling out to Yin Muchen.
Yin Muchen regained his senses and turned his gaze towards that person.
The senior president cast his gaze downwards, and the moment he had a look, he saw his cigarette had burnt till the end, and the red end of the cigarette had already burnt his fingers.
His face was expressionless as if he did not feel any pain. He lifted his hand up and stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray beside him before he slowly flicked off the ashes that had landed on his trousers.
"President Yin, what is wrong with you today? You seem to have something on your mind. Why don't you tell us what is inside your heart, let us see if we can help you out with your troubles."
"That's right…" Everyone agreed.
Yin Muchen lifted his eyebrows up as he laughed before he casually answered, "I am thinking of a woman."
The moment he said those words. The senior presidents all broke out into laughter. "President Yin, you must be joking. With your status, as long as the woman is interested in you, there is no need for you to take the initiative at all. Who is this woman? President Yin should let us know who it is. We will bathe her and send her to your bed, haha."
Everyone was laughing, and Yin Muchen also broke out into brief laughter for a while, but he did not say a single word.
At this moment, President Zheng of the comic studio stood up. He was apologetic as he looked at Yin Muchen. "President Yin, there is a distinguished guest at our comic studio today. We have a dinner gathering. I have to go attend."
President Zheng really did not have much power among these people. He also did not know why he was invited over today. He knew he did not have the status to be at this event.
The senior presidents present also did not try to persuade him to stay. They only politely said, "Okay, President Zheng, have a nice dinner."
President Zheng prepared to leave.
"President Zheng, please hold on for a moment." Yin Muchen stopped him.
President Zheng was puzzled as he turned his head back to have a look. "President Yin, what orders do you have?"
Yin Muchen stood up, and said, "I don't have any orders, but I heard that you were going for a dinner gathering just now. I am also hungry, I don't know if you would mind if I grab a free meal?"
The senior presidents present including President Zheng froze on the spot.
…
Yin Shuiling settled the documents. She walked out of the comic studio with Pudding. There was a group of scriptwriters from the comic studio behind them, and everyone was very excited as they looked at Yin Shuiling.
Yin Shuiling and Pudding headed in the direction of the elevator. The two walked with one another as they chatted. "Rubus Coronarius, the comic studio has already reserved a private room in the hotel to welcome you today. Let's go and have dinner now."
If she rejected them at this moment, it would be extremely rude. Furthermore, it was the time for dinner right now, and she had to eat, so Yin Shuiling nodded her head. "Then I will go along."
Pudding was very enthusiastic. She looked at Yin Shuiling a few more times as she emotionally exclaimed, "Why are the Heavens so unfair? Rubus Coronarius, you possess talent, and I did not expect you to be so beautiful. I am really so curious; where did you develop your artistic talent?"
This question…
Yin Shuiling's defined eyes a moment of blurriness. When she was young, she was extremely talented in multiple aspects. She was good at everything, and after that, she leaned towards art because…
"When I was very very young, I liked an older boy. After that, he left me and went to America. He rarely came back to visit me, I was afraid that I would forget him, so I worked hard to draw him and used all of my efforts to draw."
"Wow, it sounds so romantic, then Rubus Coronarius, are you together with that boy now?"
Yin Shuiling had a smile on her face while she shook her head. "No…"
"Why?" Pudding was curious.
Yin Shuiling looked at the red buttons of the lift that were pointing up and down. She curled the corners of her lips as she smiled. Her voice was very soft as she said, "Because, love is very bitter… So, I do not love him anymore."
Pudding felt that it was such a pity, but she also knew that this topic would be touching someone else's sorrow, so she changed to another light hearted subject. "Rubus Coronarius, I heard that you are an exchange student of S University. Are you still preparing to go back to England?"
"Yeah." Yin Shuiling nodded her head and continued, "I will go back. The exchange period is three months long. I will leave after three months."
Pudding still wanted to continue chatting, but at this moment, a voice rang out behind her. "Pudding."
Pudding turned around and loudly exclaimed, "President Zheng! President Zheng. Let me introduce you to her formally. This is Rubus Coronarius here. Rubus Coronarius, this person is President Zheng of our comic studio, our big boss."
Yin Shuiling had a glance at President Zheng, she had a smile on her face as she politely said, "President Zheng, how are you?" After that, she looked at the man behind President Zheng who was slowly walking over, Yin Muchen.
She stood there and did not look at his figure in close detail, and now, when she had a proper look, the man was even taller and more handsome. The 31 year old man was strong and firm as he stood up straight. There was a melancholic masculine aura to him, and he looked extremely stunning.
Hu Ya stood behind him, and Yin Muchen walked over to President Liu's side. His dark eyes stopped on Yin Shuiling's small face.
Yin Shuiling had long known that this day would come. She did not back away, and she only followed what she rehearsed in the mirror numerous times before. She looked at the man's defined and handsome face before lifting the corners of her lips into a bright smile. "Older Brother."
Yin Muchen had both of his hands in his pockets. He did not move his eyebrows, but his gaze brushed over her soft lips, and the colour in his eyes darkened slightly. He calmly nodded his head before he said, "You are back already?"
"Yeah."
Upon hearing her call him Older Brother, Pudding was taken aback. "What? Rubus Coronarius, you are President Yin's younger sister? Then when I asked you if there was anyone that you knew inside the meeting room, you said you did not have, you…"
President Zheng coughed quickly and gave an indication to Pudding with his gaze. He laughed awkwardly and said, "Haha, this is our scriptwriter Pudding. She is new, and does not know the situation too well. Rubus Coronarius, oh no, Miss Yin, I did not think that you would be our famed member of our comic studio. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Actually just now, President Zheng recognized Yin Shuiling at first sight, but he did not dare to confirm it. He'd also heard some things about what had happened three years ago. No wonder Yin Shuiling was unwilling to admit that she knew Yin Muchen.
Who could take it when they had grievances that lead to the death of a family member?
President Zheng laughed and said, "Rubus Coronarius, we are going to a hotel to have dinner. Just now, I had the pleasure of inviting President Yin over to accompany us. It is such a coincidence. You siblings can have a chance to chat with one another."
They had to have a meal together…
Yin Shuiling looked at Yin Muchen. The man also looked over at her. "Of course," she said with a laugh.
The crowd entered the lift, and Pudding asked, "President Zheng, when did you arrive behind us just now? You gave me a big shock."
"You were chatting way too happily with Rubus Coronarius just now. We arrived a long time ago."
They came a long time ago?
In her heart, Yin Shuiling thought, then, wouldn't he have heard everything that she said?
….
There were many people inside the lift. It was slightly crowded, and she did not know whether everyone was doing it on purpose. They all stood towards one side, and she could only stand by Yin Muchen.
The elevator went down with President Zheng and Pudding conversing with one another.
Yin Shuiling tried hard to ignore the man beside her while maintaining her silence.


Trying to drown her sorrow with alcohol after her boyfriend hooked up with her sister, Ning Qing ran into the rich and powerful Lu Shaoming in a bar. "I need a wife," Lu said, and the two got their marriage license. 

Soon, she who became a pop star won many pretty boys’ hearts. Singlehandedly, he got rid of all her potential flings and acted innocent. Ning Qing bristled, “Lu Shaoming, what happened to staying out of each other's private life which we talked about?” Turning the light out, he came over her and whispered, "Now our priority is to make a baby."


Since the old woman was in the hospital for her treatment, she rented the whole room to the agent. The agent, who was around thirty, was not a local, and following the company's requirement, he wore a white formal shirt every day. He was polite and kind.
However, that was hiding a broken man. He was an unlucky man. No matter what he did, he would fail for some reason. Other than that, weird things kept happening to him like having nightmares that his wife had been chopped up and shoved into drawers. It would haunt him for the whole night, and then he woke up in the morning, realizing he did not even have a girlfriend.
When he left home, the sun was shining, but the moment he stepped out, it started to pour. His shirt was soaked, and he decided to stop at the nearby shop to have breakfast. After breakfast, he realized that he had left his wallet at home. This meant that he could not call for a taxi. He walked to the company and was scolded by his boss for being late. He lost the client because he was late to the appointment, and when he returned home, he realized that a burglar had broken into his home.
Such a day of tragedy was an everyday occurrence for the man. However, compared to these things, the real despairing event was the realization that his own house was haunted!
He stayed in the old house alone, and whenever he wanted to relax at night by watching the television, before the punchline, someone would laugh behind him. There were many similar things. In the middle of his shower, someone would pass him the shampoo, and when he was trapped on the toilet without paper, the toilet paper would roll in on its own.
He had once been a firm non-believer, but the many things he had experienced inside the house changed his worldview. To prove that he did not suffer from a mental illness, he bought a camera and started to record his own home. One week later, he realized that there was indeed a ghost inside the home, and it was hiding inside the drawers!
The agent used wooden planks to seal up all the drawers and dressers, and the ghost stopped appearing. However, his bad luck seemed to worsen. About one month later, he was fired from his job, and on his way home, he died in a car accident.
After he died, the agent realized that a malicious ghost had been following him, and it was the spirits inside the home who had been helping him. After he sealed up the drawers and dressers, the malicious ghost had stopped being affected by the spirits, and it eventually took the agent's life.
The main character of the fourth story was the old landlady. The tenants who rented her place had all died from accidents. Her heart was wrought by guilt, thinking this was all her fault. Slowly, the old lady's mind twisted. She had this feeling her own son and the two tenants had not left the room and had stayed to accompany her.
She asked the neighbors, but those who knew about the home's past gave her a wide berth. They thought that she was a tragic woman. Some even moved away like the old lady would curse them. The tenants in the building slowly decreased, and the old lady retreated into herself.
Slowly, there were rumors that the old residential area was haunted, and the old lady was equated to the source of these stories. Everyone stayed away from her, and no one wanted to interact with her.
This went on for a long time until the old lady met a poor artist under the bridge. The man's face was wounded like he had just been in a physical altercation. The old woman pitied him and asked the artist to draw a portrait of her dead son.
Initially, she just wanted to find a reason to give the artist some money so that he could eat, but the finished portrait was not just similar to her son—he managed to capture his presence, aura, and gaze. The old lady treasured the portrait and hung it in her house.
To her surprise, there was someone who came to ask her about the rental the next day, and the newest tenant was the artist. The artist was surprised that the landlord was the old lady. He went through the old residential area and found the cheapest room.
Life was constructed by many coincidences. The artist found his first fan in his life, and the old woman found someone who was not afraid of her and wished to talk to her. The artist became the home's latest tenant. The old lady took the rental from him in a symbolic manner. She treated the artist like her own son, and her favorite thing to do was talk about his dreams and wishes.
One month later, the old lady found something weird about the artist. He would converse with his drawings, and every night at midnight, there would be weird noises coming from his room.
During the third month, the old lady finally followed her curiosity and sneaked into his room when the artist was out. In the end, inside the artist's drawer, she found a homemade comic made from a sketchbook. It had four stories.
The creepy drawing style and scary stories brought the characters to life, and the most surprising detail was that the first three stories matched the old lady's son, the English teacher, and real estate agent perfectly.
The more she read, the more afraid she became. Then she turned to the fourth story. To her surprise, she was the main character of the story, and it was telling the events that happened after she met the artist. The fourth story ended there, and it was the last story.
The fifth story was very short—it felt more like an epilogue. The main character was a comic artist. He did not look extraordinary. He was just like a normal middle-aged man.
The comic introduced his daily life. He woke up at 5:20 am and gave himself a pep-talk in the mirror. Then he started working. He would work until 8:20 am. He arranged his draft and personally went to Jiujiang's local publisher to recommend his story to the editor.
Alas, a month's hard work was denied in less than fifteen minutes. He left the office like a walking dead. He held the draft and sat by the road. He looked at the cars that zoomed past him and only returned home when the sky was dark.
He walked through the busy city and into the darkened staircase. He pushed the door open to Room 304.
The warm light fell on his body. The landlady cooked him dinner and said that she had seen the painting that he drew that morning. She told him it was a masterpiece. The artist could not remember how many times he had been rejected already. He apologized to the old lady and promised he would not pick up the paint brush again.
He hid himself in his room and locked the door. Hugging his knees, he curled up in the corner of the room. He looked at the drawer full of rejection letters and buried his head in his chest.
He had failed once more. He crumbled the rejected script into a ball and tossed it inside the dustbin. He kept complaining, saying that he had no talent, and decided to give up everything. He would jump from the building before he continued drawing. He talked to himself until midnight, and the tired artist fell asleep on the mat.
The lights in the room flickered before going out completely.
The draft in the trashcan floated out on its own, and it flattened itself out. It was placed carefully into the box under the bookshelf, and the table was carefully arranged to a tidy state.
The last panel of the comic was black and white. In the small room, the artist was already asleep, but there were several 'people' floating around him.
The first was a thin man; he used his remaining right hand to cover the artist with a blanket, grumbling how worrisome the man was. Beside him was a woman whose body seemed like it was going to collapse anytime soon. The woman's beautiful face was locked in a deep frown. She carefully taped the torn drafts together.
On the other side of the table was a man in a black shirt. He was using a pen to correct and edit the comic artist's draft.
The night passed by just like that. At 5:20 am the next morning, the alarm rang punctually, and the comic artist woke up from his dream. He turned off the alarm and looked at himself in the mirror. He smiled and gave him the daily pep talk. "A new day has begun. Give it your best shot! At least you're alive. One day you'll make it!"


The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. 
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

Timothy and his three friends met at Gregg's house on 84th N Wallace Street. Gregg lives in a greenish-blue house. His neighborhood was not quite as dangerous as other blocks in his area were. When they arrived, Timothy ranged the doorbell. Then Gregg opened the door quickly entering his friends inside.
      "Glad y'all made it, " Gregg said greeting them inside.  
      Gregg directed them towards his room. His bed was a king-sized, and his covers had Michael Jordan and Bugs Bunny's image design on it. His room was very spacey and extraordinary. In the center of his bed, he had a big drawing poster board of comic panels taped on his wall. On the left side of his closet door, was a bookshelf stacked up with speds of Nancy Drew Mystery books and Stephen King books.  On the left side of his room was a Toshiba TV set. On the top of his television was a black Sony VCR. His TV was standing on top of a glass TV unit where it had sets of VHS movie tapes. Beneath the TV unit was his  Comedy movie section and Horror genre section. 
      "What's that poster drawing you drew, Voo-doo-In Tha, what?" Mike asked.
      "It's a Nancy Drew mystery I drew called "Nancy Drew: Voodoo In The Hood comic drawing I did…" Gregg said.
       "Voodoo? You into Voodoo nigga?" Mike asked.
      "Yeah man, I know a lot about Voodoo, I spent a whole month studying about voodoo in a witchcraft book I bought at the book store…" 
     "You practice Voodoo for real?" Timothy asked.
     "Naw, it's for my comic book, man, I'm thinking about selling my comic book arts though, I can be making a whole lot of bread, " Gregg said.
      "I'm glad you don't practice Voodoo, and you can actually make a living selling your comic books, how? I don't know, maybe you can sell it to some of the kids at school who reads comic books, " Timothy informed.
       "That's a good thought, Timothy, " Gregg said.
     "You actually read Nancy Drew books too? Now what nigga reads about about a white woman?" Mike asked, standing near the book shelf holding one of Gregg's Nancy Drew books. All of them started laughing except for Gregg.
    "The kinda nigga who's smart and get ideas from books and add them to his art, " Gregg said.
    "Man, you gotta point, but I don't read these kinda books, I like more historical books from the 18th centuries, " Mike said.
    "Books from the 1800s? Those books boring as hell, they put me to sleep" Gregg said.
    "I like em, you can learn so much interesting stuff that happened back then. But judging by this cover of this blonde woman,  Nancy, she does look kinda fly though, I'll smash her good, " Mike said talking s*xually.
     "Man, if Nancy Drew was real, she wouldn't want you man, she would want a real man like me, who is fascinated with mysterious," Gregg said, and the others laughed.
     "Nancy Drew not real?" Mike asked while the others laugh at him.
      "Haha, man naw, she is a fiction character, " Gregg said trembling his head.
       "Aw man, all this time I thought this woman was real, I could have sworn I saw this woman on the news channel somewhere, " Mike said putting the book back on the shelf while the others still laughing hard at him.
      "Haha, on the news? Everybody knows that Nancy Drew is not real, you tweaking man, " Timothy said shaking his head.
    "Yeah, he is. Now let's start making these flyers, " Gregg said.
    They all strolled towards Gregg's computer desk, which was big and was made out of wood. The desk was placed in a corner by his window. The computer was a white Dell computer.
    "Aw my bad y'all, let me go get some chairs for y'all, " Gregg said getting up from his seat.
      2 minutes later, Gregg comes back into the room with four chairs. "Here y'all go, let's get this over with, " Gregg said walking towards his desk sitting in his chair.
     "Now how do we actually come up with flyers?" Gregg asked.
    "Don't worry y'all, I know how to create it, " Anthony said stepping in.
   "Yeah you the one came up with this plan, you know what, you can sit here then, " Gregg said leaping up from his seat.
     "Okay.  Well first we need a short content, " Anthony said.
    "What do you mean?" Gregg asked.
    "Like a real short leading content
explaining what we using the thugs for, " Anthony informed.
    "Uh, maybe…" Gregg getting cut off.
    "I know what it can be, I was thinking it can say, We Need A Thug To Act For a 1,000 Award. If The Thug Do This Act Right, You Could Win More Mone," Mike suggested.
     "Hmm, that's not a bad content Mike, " Gregg said.
     "Okay, let's use it then, " Anthony said typing the letters on a Microsoft Office XP document.
"Okay, now I have to divide them into sections to spread it out so we can print a lot of copies out."
           "Cool, " Gregg said.
          "We need a catchy headline phrase, " Anthony said.
         "So we need a title?" Gregg asked.
        "Yeah but it has to be catchy, so it can stand out for thugs to read it when they approach it on the street. We are hanging these flyers up right?" Anthony asked.
       "Yeah I rather hang up the flyers than just giving it to em, if we give it to em they ain't go take no teenagers serious, " Gregg said.
      "Yeah, y'all got any ideas for a headline phrase? What about you Jeremiah?" Anthony asked.
     "Uhm, maybe, since we attracting thugs, it should be something called How To Make More Money As A Hustling Thug slash call this number blah blah blah, " Jeremiah.
       "Haha, that ain't a bad phrase man, " Anthony said.
      "Hell naw it ain't, that's a cool phrase man. Jeremiah, you my boy and all, but you too quiet man, you need to talk more, you got some cool **s ideas, " Gregg said.
      "Let us use that phrase than, " Anthony said typing. "Don't forget about the location, " Anthony informed.
      "You can just put, You Can Reach Us At This Address Located On 78th N Cottage Grove Street, " Gregg said.
        "Okay, "Anthony said typing. "What phone number we will use?" 
        "Do we actually need a phone number?" Timothy asked.
         "I think we do cause it would be creepy if they just pop up at our location,  wouldn't it?" Gregg asked.
         "He gotta point, " Timothy agreed.
         "What number we using?" Anthony asked.
         "We can use Jeremiah's mama's phone number, " Mike said being sarcastic.
        "What?" Jeremiah said, with a weird look on his face.
      "Haha, it's something wrong with you man, " Anthony said shaking his head.
     "Put my number down, 773-468-4590," Gregg said.
     "Okay, the flyers are officially complet...Aw wait, I forget we need an image design to attract them, we need something serious that is about business," Anthony suggested.
     "We can use a photo of 2pac in the movie Juice, " Gregg said.
     Everyone laughed. "Hahaa, naw man, we need something more realistic, not in no movie, like a picture of a businessman wearing a briefcase, " Anthony suggested.
      "I think that would work since you said business-wise, " Gregg said.
       "What about multiple pictures of different professions?" Jeremiah asked.
       "What do you mean?" Anthony asked.
       "Like you can have the same black man picture having a suit and tie on holding a briefcase, with three other panels of pictures of the same man either posing as an actor, a chef, police, whatever, that's just a thought, " Jeremiah suggested.
        "I like that thought, imma use it, " Anthony said typing the information.
       "Cool, " Gregg said.
       "Hey man Gregg, about that brick building you showed us yesterday. That place needs some decorating cause that place looks terrible, and it smells terrible, " Anthony informed.
       "How we go decorate an old building?" Gregg asked.
      "I think I have somebody in mind, but we need a break, I'll tell y'all about it later, who's hungry?" Anthony asked.
      "I am, " Timothy said rubbing his stomach. 
      "Me too, " Gregg said.
     "Who has taste for some J&J Fish?" Anthony asked.
       "Fish? I know I do," Gregg said.
     All of them agreed and stood up from their seats, and walked out of Gregg's room.

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