A THIRTY TWO YEAR OLD ECONOMICS PROFESSOR WITH A DIRTY PAST AND AN EROTIC LIFESTYLE BEHIND HER STIFF NECK OF PROFESSIONAL PRINCIPLE

A thirty four year old economics professor with a shocking past and a dramatic present. The scalding past  left her skin with such beautiful imperfections, men cant help but fall for her, not knowing what they are plunging into. she is forever hesitant to follow her heart but sometimes she just cant help it.

Lu Zhou occasionally communicated with some economics scholars during his time at Princeton, but he wasn't familiar with most of the economics department at Princeton.
It wasn't like he could remember everyone's name?
Not to mention, Princeton was a huge school, and since he only stayed there for a few years, it was likely that he never interacted with this person before.
Lu Zhou tried to remember if he had ever talked with this person, but he couldn't remember anything. Thus, he decided to go online and search for this person's academic background.
It turned out this guy was quite a big name.
Krugman!
2008 Nobel Prize in Economics laureate!
Expert in international trade, exchange rate, and macroeconomics!
His most glorious academic achievement was his 1994 successful prediction of the Asian financial crisis, which happened in 1997. This prediction became wildly popular in various fields of economics after the Asian financial crisis, which led to him winning the Nobel Prize in 2008. 
Lu Zhou felt strange why this guy was emailing him.
The subject of the email was asking if Lu Zhou had any time to talk about some academic topics.
Even though Lu Zhou wasn't interested in economics, after pondering for a while, he wrote a reply.
[I'm available at 8 pm tonight, Beijing time. We can chat then if you like.]
After all, he had to give some respect to a Nobel Prize scholar.
It wasn't like he had anything else to do anyway…
…
8 pm at night.
Krugman's face appeared in the video call.
The professor skipped through the small talk and self-introduction. The second the call was connected, he spoke aggressively.
"You have no idea how important your research is!"
Lu Zhou was a little startled, and he said, "I'm not sure which research you're talking about… Can you be more specific?"
Krugman took a deep breath and explained.
"The Bewley model is on the cutting edge of macroeconomics… Your improved model… I'll call it the Lu-Bewley model for the time being. Not only does it reduce the cumbersome calculations, but it also reduced the random error of the model!"
Bewley model?
Oh, he's talking about Xiao Tong's thesis…
After hearing Professor Krugman's explanation, Lu Zhou had a look of realization on his face.
However, he wasn't nearly as excited as Professor Krugman.
Seeing how Lu Zhou didn't respond, Professor Krugman thought that Lu Zhou didn't know what was going on. Thus, Krugman cleared his throat and continued, "Let's put it this way, putting aside the complicated models, there are two goals of economics—one is to optimize the efficiency of resource allocation and the other is to coordinate all of the interests of society! If we have an accurate model, or even an approximation, we can maximize the efficiency of resource allocation! We can even predict future economic activities!"
Lu Zhou finally had a reaction. He leaned back on his chair and said, "Sounds quite impressive."
Lu Zhou smiled and looked at Professor Krugman through the screen as he said, "I don't know a lot about economics, but when it comes to chaotic systems… it seems like there has never been a 100% accurate mathematical model. For example, how can you predict the invention of controllable fusion technology? How can it predict its impact on the global economy?"
"I can't answer that, but it's not the main point." Krugman shook his head and said, "I can tell you that technological advancements are correlated to research and development funding, GDP ratios, etc. These parameters are included in the model. Regardless, this is a Nobel Prize level research! If you continue to perfect the Bewley model, the next Nobel Prize in economics is yours!"
"But… I already won the Fields Medal," Lu Zhou shrugged and said, "and a Nobel Prize."
The atmosphere in the video call became a little awkward.
Professor Krugman coughed and spoke.
"You don't want another? This is a Nobel Prize…"
"Nobel Prizes just aren't that attractive for me." Lu Zhou sighed and said, "You know what? Opposed to the meaningless awards, I'm more interested in the problem itself. Do you know what I'm saying, Professor Krugman?"
"…"
Krugman didn't want to say anything.
He wanted to throw his laptop out of the window.
This stupid millennial was telling him that the Nobel Prize was meaningless!
This is infuriating!
He took a deep breath and tried to persuade him.
"Is the Bewley model not interesting enough? This is an important problem! I can guarantee you that it will change the world more than any pure mathematics research—"
"Maybe not," Lu Zhou interrupted Krugman. He then said, "Plus, the improved version of the Bewley model… Or as you call it, the Lu Bewley model, only took me an hour to do. It doesn't seem difficult or interesting at all."
One hour…
Krugman froze.
His instincts told him that this was impossible, but the person on his screen didn't seem like he was joking or lying.
Why would he lie?
But spending just an hour to perfect the Bewley model…
That's unbelievable!
"Okay then," Lu Zhou said. Seeing how Professor Krugman was speechless, Lu Zhou looked at his watch and yawned. "My apologies, but I can't help you. There are many excellent mathematics professors at Princeton. Maybe you can bring my model to them and ask for help.
"Goodbye."
The video call ended.
Krugman stared at the black screen and stayed motionless for a long time. His fingers trembled as he took off his glasses.
His student, who sat beside him watching the whole thing unfold, suddenly murmured, "Professor?"
Krugman sighed and shook his head.
"I have to think of another way."
There were many excellent mathematics professors at Princeton, but most of them weren't interested in economics, especially those in theoretical research. They looked down upon those in applied disciplines and thought economics was a waste of time.
But now, a world-renowned scholar had done some research in economics, so Krugman wasn't going to give up.
Krugman began to think, and he suddenly had an idea.
He suddenly remembered that there was another author on the thesis.
Not Forster.
He had never heard of Forster before, and he thought Forster was probably some guy that stepped on sh*t.
But the second author…
Krugman's eyes lit up as he looked at his student and immediately spoke.
"Wisl!"
Wisl immediately responded, "Here… What do you need?"
"Write an email for me; I'll give you the address later. The recipient's name is Lu Xiao Tong…" Krugman paused for a second and muttered to himself, "If everything goes well, we should have enough time."
Even though Krugman spoke quietly, Wisl still heard the last sentence.
He paused for a second and spoke.
"Enough time for what?"
Krugman paused for a second and said, "Remember that paper I showed you? The groundbreaking side is the mathematics component, but the economics theory was also well done. Being able to make a mathematician do economics research is a rare quality in and of itself… If I'm correct, she hasn't decided on where to go for a PhD!"
Wisl paused for a second and proposed a scenario.
"But what if she doesn't want to continue in academia?"
Krugman replied, "Impossible!
"Having written such an excellent thesis, there's no way she isn't going into academia! There's no reason for her to write such a good paper just for her master's!
"Just write the email."
"Okay…" Wisl looked at his boss and nodded. He opened his computer and began typing.
This PhD student in his thirties couldn't help but think.
Every graduation season, people are begging for recommendation letters, digging their brains out trying to get a good PhD supervisor. But this chick, forget about recommendation letters; she has a Nobel Prize laureate begging for her…
Who is she?
This was the first time Wisl heard something like this happen.
Wisl thought back to his initial years in academia, and he felt a sense of distaste in his mouth…
Goddamn!
I'm so f*cking jealous!


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"

Experience: 38267/270000.
Dapeng bank card balance: 290,000.

System gold: 5681.
The possibilities and endings are all notifications from WeChat and spending money are what changes men.
Today, Wang Yan had a total of 295,000 yuan in assets. Therefore, the watch selection interval was calibrated to be more than 200,000 and less than 300,000 yuan and the top ten watches. According to the ranking of the brand, Wang Yan's favorite brand was Vacheron Constantin followed by Patek Philippe, and finally Cartier.
The most stunned are the myths of Jaeger-Le Coultre, the naked goddess oil painting dial, which is hard to see. Vacheron Constantin's design is the most ingenious and distinctive style. But Patek Philippe is dignified and Wang Yan could not understand the details at all, but he just felt beautiful.

"Please forgive me. As a filigree upstart, I really don't know how to choose!"
And in the finals, Wang Yan hardly selected three watches from two different brands Vacheron Constantin and Patek Philippe and this was not an accidental surprise.
Because of the two or three hundred thousand watches, he was happy after all but this problem was the trouble dedicated to the rich. Wang Yan was dumbfounded. But Wang Yan simply scratched his head. In the end, one, two, three, OK, the ranking was determined, try in order, which one could be bought and which one could not!
The official website did not sell watches! Whether it's Patek Philippe or Vacheron Constantin, the official website was for display purposes only and did not sell watches. Wang Yan hurriedly checked authorized stores and found that only Emperor Capital and Demons were available in the country, and then Hong Kong Island Watches and no mailing service was provided.
If you think about it, you can easily buy hundreds of thousands of valuables, how big will you pay online shopping?
The soil bun Wang Yan thought it was like a Crazy Horse brand bag, and the seller would send it to him... it was fun. Well, temporarily unable to buy, Wang Yan was excited for half a night. He got out of bed a few times and was fierce: Hemp eggs buy a house? So, he turned around and started to look at the listing again. After watching for half an hour, he fell asleep and dreamed. In the dream, masterpieces of major brands, one by one, appear to be within reach, he thought he wasted half a night, but it wasn't.
Watches are luxury accessories in luxury goods. Even if you just browse the pictures and do not see the real thing, they open a window for Wang Yan's vision. Outside the window was a landscape never seen before.
Good heavens are not an upstart. Only with a big heart and high vision could Wang Yan build his own aesthetic and self-confidence in the chaotic and extravagant creation of money. After getting the system, Wang Yan did not indulge in spending money and dressing but instead ran under the hot sun, raced against time and passed the juvenile period when his mind was most easily destroyed. An average 18-year-old boy was good enough to achieve this level, and Wang Yan was on the right path.
...........
It was fine on July 29 with a maximum temperature of 38 degrees. It was another day when he almost bare bald skin. By the end of work at 5 pm, Wang Yan was too tired to breathe. He went home and took a shower, paralyzed on the sofa for a long time and did not want to move. One classmate called and asked for a barbecue, but Wang Yan refused weakly.
"No, I'm going to a bookstore to buy books and looking to buy a house again."
Wang Yan did not say the second half of the sentence, but the first half was enough to surprise Zhang Yin.
"Fuck! You're going crazy, brother Yan? It was so hard to finish the exam, it's not good to read barren books?"
"How can mortals know how to read?"
When Wang Yan was joking, he was actually serious. Ever since Wang Yan decided to add reading to his habits, now he really enjoyed reading and stayed very fulfilling and enjoyable for two hours a day.
No matter how the other gods go.
Anyway, Wang Yan decided... To be a male god-level superhero with knowledge and love! After hanging up with Zhang Yin's phone, there were a lot of classmates urging him, and the little friends did not see Wang Yan for several days, today just happened to get together in a small area especially enthusiastic.
Today Wang Yan also wanted to go out, holding a new mobile phone in his hand, wearing new pants on his body. A pair of pants 183 comfortable to wear, a white model thief! But the problem was that it took one hour to buy a book, spend at least 9 o'clock to see the house and two hours to study when he comes back. There was really no time...
After making a series of unequal treaties and declining all invitations, Wang Yan happily purchased a book. When he thought of a book, he was even happier. Is it a disease? Indeed, this illness is not mild.
Wang Yan went out and took a taxi directly to join Zhongyu Book House in Shangwa District. The door was blown by the air-conditioning and looking at the books, the impetuousness in his heart faded quickly and he began to search slowly. He was admitted to Xingcheng Normal University, but his specialty was non-normal.
The economics of bad streets.
He planned for himself to apply directly to civil servants after graduation, and there were still quite a few positions in economics counterparts, and now the grassroots needed more economic officials. The starting point was the official. In case of good luck, if he mixed up with a small official, it would be regarded as jumping on the dragon gate completely.
For the children of poor people, this road was economical, low cost high potential benefits and how good. Now, of course, Wang Yan would not go to the civil service again but since he had already reported economics, he should take more professional courses which should be necessary for the future.
A collection of books according to the online list provided by Power Online. Samuelson's "Economics" must be read, the school's textbooks will not be issued, they must be bought.
Gregory MANKIW's "Principles of Economics" must be read and compared with the previous book. Basically, an economics infrastructure can be established. Next, he would study the macro and microeconomics, then econometrics, and then he would study monetary economics and when he would study the four categories of economics, he should learn "Game Theory" and mathematics.
When all of the above will be done, and he will be graduated from university. Really through reading, there will be no problem preventing him from doing a postgraduate thesis.
When Wang Yan asked for a photocopy, he unexpectedly found a copy of the "Fed", and he was overjoyed.
The great god on the Internet highly respects this book. It is said that the author of the book extremely accurately predicted the 2008 subprime crisis. The judgments in the book were fulfilled one by one, and in the republishing after 2008, the deduction process was reorganized and a new one was proposed.
What's even rarer is that this book is not boring at all and combines professional knowledge and storytelling so well, so it has been sold for more than ten years and is suitable for any little reading.
Wang Yan was not greedy and took some books that had been recovered that it would take him at least a month to read them before going to the checkout, among them a large thick dictionary.
"Economics", "Basics of Economics", "Game Theory", "Macroeconomics: Modern Perspectives", "Fed Biography", "The Origin of Blue Blood: The Meaning of Extravagance", six books, which cost Wang Yan 526 yuan. The last book came from Wang Yan's little curiosity.
Suddenly getting rich, and in the foreseeable future, it would become more and richer, but it would not know to spend, which is very embarrassing. But as human beings, he should continue to grow. It doesn't matter now, just learn!
He did not need to be proficient, and he only needed to know the correct mix and taste. He did not need to throw money down by hundreds or thousands to look like the stars. This is more humiliating like selling goods on the ground.
Our brother was a man who wanted to be a male god!
Huh?
It seems a bit awkward... No matter, he would buy a house!

When people are poor, they breathe wrong.

Ding, congratulations to the host, you will get a certain amount of money every time you breathe.

Ding, you get a spicy consumption card when you eat a crayfish with explosive taste.

Ding, your sleep quality is very high today. Gain energy + 20% of your daily buff.

Different Shenhao system, everything in life will bring surprises.

Coach, I want to learn to race!
...


Another novel I am spreading form a different platform to this platform because someone suggested it.


Original Author:
Crispy Bread

In Fang Yuan's previous life, there was a very famous book titled 'The Wealth of Nations'. It was known as the pioneer of modern economics and had an extremely profound influence on the growth of capitalism.
Due to some historical constraints, there was an overemphasis on the control of the 'invisible hand'. Nevertheless, everyone made mistakes. Regarding that period of time, the author had immediately become an influential figure in the field of economics thanks to this book and was revered by many capitalists. 
Based on Fang Yuan's recent investigations, although Ettoman had entered the Great Voyage Era and invested in the use of steam engines, the ideology of the upper levels was still in a state of disorder. In other words, there was no truly towering, monumental work in the field of economics to support the situation. Without a doubt, this was Donald's opportunity. 
As for the source of this monumental work?
In his previous life, he had flipped through this book once.
Of course, he had only briefly browsed through it and had forgotten everything afterward. However, it should not be forgotten that Fang Yuan was a Dream Master! 
Ever since he became a Dream Master, he was able to consciously mobilize his memories and unlock a great deal of treasure that had been sealed for a long time. Even if he had only caught a glimpse back then, it was now vivid in his mind without missing a word. 
It would naturally be idiotic to replicate the content word-for-word. However, after going through a series of amendments, it would definitely be more suitable for this era.
By relying on this, it would certainly enable Donald to spring into fame.
"Yes, my Lord. It's just that…" A trace of hesitation appeared on Donald's face. "I was only an apprentice for a period of time and thus learned to read and write… I'm afraid that nobody will believe me!" 
He had a deep understanding of the upper class's disdain. 
"This is simple. You just have to say that you studied on your own since you enjoy reading economics-related books during your free time… If it really won't do, you can even directly say that it was enlightenment by a god!"
Fang Yuan's lips curled up slightly at the corners.
So what if someone discovered something fishy?
Donald himself was a huge flaw. With such a sharp contrast, the purpose was precisely to attract attention toward the issue of faith!
Anyway, the Dream and Armament Master was not some Evil God.
Moreover, he had a great deal of advanced knowledge and mysterious ceremonies that would enable people to obtain powers. As long as people gained a deeper understanding, they were most likely to waver.
What Fang Yuan was currently at a loss with was if he should get involved in the domains of steam machinery and economics?
In this period where the Great Voyage Era and the Industrial Revolution were progressing together, these two domains seemed to be more valuable than that of dreams and armaments.
…
It was another beautiful morning. 
Thomas was leisurely having breakfast in his pajamas.
On top of the white tablecloth were fried eggs, bacon, bread, cheese, and the freshest fruits. 
Beside him, his butler was carefully ironing newspapers for him.
After finishing his meal, he was leisurely drinking coffee while flipping through the newspaper whose ink no longer stained his hand.
"The Spice Archipelago experienced a violent storm, causing its output of spices to decrease drastically this year. The prices of spices are likely to see high inflation! 
"The plantation situated at Black Horn Coast was attacked by the aboriginals and suffered heavy casualties!
"A huge silver mine was found on a large island located in the Nightmare Ocean… This is indeed good news!"
…
Thomas was a knight and currently employed by Viscount Floren, assuming the role of an advisor. 
As the lowest grade among the nobility, it was not an embarrassing matter to be serving higher nobility and receiving remuneration.
However, what Thomas was most proud of was not this status nor post, but the fact that he was a scholar! A scholar that researched economics!
This was not self-proclaimed, but rather the reputation that he had slowly accumulated. Even the Ettoman Royal Academy had hired him as a guest professor for their Department of Economics. 
With such honor, it was only natural that there was high demand for him in upper-class gatherings. For some high-ranking cultural salons, they would immediately lose their luster if he did not attend.
Of course, Thomas had his own air of arrogance. As he had reached old age, his energy gradually lessened, and he very rarely participated in those non-professional salons and gatherings. 
"All right, butler, what's my schedule today?" Thomas asked unhurriedly after drinking the last mouthful of coffee and slowly savoring the aftertaste of bitterness followed by sweetness.
"Today, you need to attend the opening ceremony of a shipyard. There's also Lady Teresa, who has already sent you an invitation three times…" 
The butler spoke meticulously.
"Teresa… That passionate young lady!
"If only I were thirty years younger…" Thomas muttered, as though he was a child who had stolen candy and was reflecting on the sweetness from before.
"In addition, you've received a letter from Donald!"
The butler finished his report.
"Donald…" Thomas was puzzled for a moment before tapping his head soon after. "I remember now… It's that lucky little fellow?"
He was indeed very lucky to have survived an encounter with pirates, even making a profit from it. However, that was his entire impression of Donald.
"That's right!" The butler took out a thick stack of papers. "These papers have already been inspected. There are no problems!" 
There was a letter and a manuscript inside.
After hearing this, Thomas took out the letter.
"A draft?"
Thomas was baffled as he read the letter. Donald humbly greeted him and mentioned that he had been reading books in the field of economics recently. As he had gained some inspiration, he especially wrote down some items and would like to ask for comments. 
"Oh? Is this a joke from the Goddess? A sailor telling me that he has written a thesis on economics?" Thomas mumbled to himself with a look of disdain in his eyes. "Throw it away… A futile attempt by a clown trying to force himself into the upper class. He must have gone insane thinking about becoming famous?" 
"Understood!" 
The butler was about to step forward when suddenly he saw Thomas wave his hand. "Wait a moment…"
At the end of the letter, Donald admitted that this draft was sent not only to him, but also to a few other well-known scholars, and even to the Royal Academy and newspaper publishers. It was obvious that he desired to promote it at all costs.
If a parvenu was willing to spend money, there would still be some results in the end.
Thus, after pondering for awhile, Thomas picked up the manuscript. "An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations? What a huge topic, haha…"
However, after reading for a few minutes, his expression turned grave.
"… The premise to studying the market economy is people's self-interests during economic activities…
"Relying on the market's 'invisible hand' to manage the economy…"
…
The more Thomas read, the more his eyes brightened. His palms were even starting to tremble slightly. "This… Impossible… How can a sailor be able to write such content?"
This thesis had truly accurately put forward some of the hazy discourses he had in his head and some of the viewpoints that he was uncertain of, giving him a feeling of having read to his heart's content. 
"Donald, huh?"
After rereading it three times, Thomas even cast aside the opening ceremony and Lady Teresa to the back of his mind. He began to carefully consider Donald as a person.
"It's really… a pity…"
He sighed after a long while.
Given his foresight, he could naturally see what kind of earthquake this would trigger in the field of economics research once this article was released.
Speaking unceremoniously, praise, reputation, and status would all come one after another, and the author himself would definitely spring into fame. 
It was even sufficient for him to earn a title as a professor at the Royal Academy. 
This made Thomas deeply envious. 
After all, although he was already a guest professor, he really did not have much research and many theses that he could bring to the table. Had this paper been written by him, it would have certainly risen his reputation to an unprecedented level! 
For a moment, there was a thought entrenching itself into his mind like a viper. 
Unfortunately, while looking at the letter, Thomas bitterly laughed. "It won't work…"
The other party had already declared that he was not the only 'reviewer'. If he tried to be the first to publish, these letters would be the best proof.
Of course, if this was the only reason, Thomas was confident that he could keep it under control. 
After all, how could a parvenu fight against the connections he had? If the other party did not budge, he could totally mess with the other party and ruin his reputation. 
However, the thesis that Donald had given was only half of it!
This was a very crucial factor, sufficient to dispel all thoughts of coveting. 
After thinking for a while, Thomas made a decision. 
"Donald, huh? Have him come see me! This thesis is very well-written. However, some of the wording and professional terminologies still need to be amended…" 
Even if he was unable to become the first author, it would still be pretty good to leech a position as a secondary author.
At this point, he gained a strong interest in this rumored parvenu.
After all, no matter how one looked at it, it was abnormal for a sailor who was regularly out at sea to actually be capable of writing such a monumental work in economics!
What he did not know was that this scene was repeated across the homes of various well-known scholars in Ettoman and the Royal Academy. 
Donald's name became thoroughly popular in an instant.
"My Lord…"
Donald, who was originally treated coldly by the true nobility, had a bitter expression when he saw the invitations to dinner parties coming one after another. 
These were all invitations from the true upper class, which was equivalent to being admitted into the circle.
However, he really could not split himself and attend to everything at the same time.
Besides, he was also very afraid.
After all, Donald clearly aware of his own background. It was not much of an issue if he was made to calculate a navigation route and record a ship's log. 
But if there was any mention of economic terminologies and even complex models, there was a ninety percent chance that he would be caught unprepared. 
"Do not worry, my agent. What you need to do now is to continuously raise your fame!"
Ever since he had released 'The Wealth of Nations', Fang Yuan had a strange feeling. 
There was some kind of major trend that was influenced by him, and it even began to affect his surroundings.
Originally, Donald's fate would not have many twists and turns.
However, the countrywide sensation this time had immediately attracted some undercurrents.
Nevertheless, Donald was an Extraordinary himself, so there should not be many problems when handling them, and it might even be an opportunity.


This is the story of a boy who lived a secluded life in the mountains, tending his farm, rearing his fish, and dreaming his dreams. Eh? Did I suddenly conquer all worlds and become the big boss? Or am I still in a dream?

David Peterson's pov:

Really, economics sucks for me, everytime i try to read it through the lesson the very next day i doubt myself when i don't remember it. I really need a tutor for myself to score atleast seventy above in economics, if not then Ms. John will chop me off to death.

I was having my head between my two palms when suddenly my phone rang making me to get it out of the drawer. I check out the Caller id and it was from the person i was telling about, Ms. John. 

"Hello Ms. John, How can i help you with?", I asked her in a polite way when i actually cringed inside when i spoke in a way i never speak to anyone except my boss, Yoongi who is my friend and now, Ms. John. 

"Mr. Peterson, it would be great if you pass the next economics examination which will be held on coming August. This time....... Sadly, you have scored 24 out of 100 which is considered as fail and for your information I won't be taking you to the principal because I know that you have a part time job and you have passed all the other subjects with good ninety percent and above", She warned me and i just continued to take down the notes which are important.

"Okay Ms. John I am glad and thankful that you won't be taking me to the principal and I will prove it to you that I am capable of better performance in economics" I stated truly and hung up the call after greeting her bye.

She knows that I have a part time job in a company which is a pure lie, I can't just go around and tell everyone that i am a womaniser , it's just so dirty and shameful, I feel embarrassed to call myself a womaniser. 

There is only one person who can take me out of this shit and that is Lucas, I quickly called him and started speaking to him about the problem I have regarding this fucking subject.

"i have someone in mind dude, she is an economic major in the same University as us", he stated 

"Do i know her?", I asked him and he replied with a no.

"If you think that she is gonna be one of those clingy girls who are head over heels for you then you are wrong, she knows about you but she has other works than to stay around you", Thank God I sighed and told him to tell the girl to meet me up behind the school. He ended the call with yes and a bye.

Finally i will have someone who can tutor me and make me pass the coming examination. 

And soon I got a call from Mr. Wilson asking me to reach his house to show him how much I earned. 

~~~~~~~~~

Isla Brown's pov:

I finished my last class of the day and went behind the school to greet that David boy. I guess I've seen him but still not sure of his face. I was deep in my thoughts when i heard a deep but a sweet voice calling me from behind. 

"Hi", I heard him say while we were standing across each other "So umm...I am David Peterson but you can call me David", He introduced himself and i smiled at him.

He kinda looked like a good character boy with that deep and sweet voice of him. 

"Hello, I am Lee Isla Brown but you can call me Isla, Nice to meet you David ", i said and pulled out my hand for a handshake when he just rejected my offer. 

"So.... to make myself clear i want you to tutor me with economics and... i don't want to be friends with you. We are just... I guess acquaintances because I have personal problems with women and I want you to make me pass this examination", He said clearly and i was just astonished by how rude he was. 

Okay, I take back what I just said about him. He stood there folding his muscular arms waiting for my reply but you know what, I don't give a fuck about it.

I placed my index finger on his chest and pushed him back until he reached the wall as i pinned him up with my both arms on his either sides.

He was kinda taller than me but still I was almost his height. 

"I don't give a fuck about you.... hating women. If you want to pass economics in this semester then be good to me or it would be so much better for assholes like you to find someone else to fucking tutor you", i stated and looked at him in rage that i didn't manifest to anyone other than assholes like David .

"Oohh you've got some guts down there to talk to me in this manner. You better know who i am before you talk to me in this kind of way, lady" he said to me with a smickering smile on his gracious goodnesse's face. 

I actually admit that he is damn handsome but still with this attitude I'm sure I won't let him lead on. I rolled my eyes at him. 

"When you have so much courage to talk to your tutor in a rude manner then...... why can't I talk to someone who i'm gonna tutor in the same way? Go and find your fucking self someone who will know who you are, bloody asshole", I replied to him as I bent down to pick my bag from the ground which fell down when i pushed David. 

I went to my house and called Lucas to come to my house to tell him about everything which happened. He came in just few minutes. As soon as he came he said about him. "I came to know that you fought with him", he started as he layed down on the coach and made himself comfortable. 

"Ohh that asshole told you about it. And.... for your kind information he was the one who started saying that, 'i don't want to be friends with you because i have personal problems with women' and some shit about it", i told him the state of affairs happened their. I mimicked his voice and ruined my eyes right after. Like really, i have anger issues and trust issues.

"I know that you are short tempered but he doesn't know it, please i beg for you to tutor him if not then he will fail in economics, buddy and no one is better than you in our school, so give him a chance", he said with puppy eyes. 

Wow, his friend is much more concerned about him than himself, he is lucky to have a friend like Lucas like how i am.

"Only on one condition", i stated and sat beside Yoongi and put my hand around his shoulder as i thought of what the condition can be. He should learn his lesson of being good to women than to treating them as they all are same. 

"I want him to come to me and beg me to tutor him and i am sure that i will make him top in economics as well", i smirked at my own condition while Lucas just stared at me in shock. 

"Do you think it's possible?.... He is not that kind of guy, Isla", Lucas said and I just shool my head.

"Do I look like I care?... If not then, let him find another tutor", I said and Lucas just gave me a puppy eyes which he knows will never work on me.

"I'll try my best", He sighed and I fist bumped the air.

"From the start, my life was a dark, black hole but........", he whispered in her ear. "This darkness with you, can sometimes be so steamy with just a good time and most importantly us........ Naked", He continued, which made her mind insane.

after graduating from high school, Alex's grandfather consulted with him about going to Beijing for college and he complied to the suggestion.
he got enrolled in Tsinghua university located in the Haidian District of northwest Beijing. 
It was established in 1911. 
It retains much of its traditional architecture, juxtaposed with many buildings built in the Western-style reflecting the historical American influence on the campus.
Tsinghua University is a comprehensive research university. Its 20 schools and 54 departments cover disciplines in art, economics, education, engineering, history, management, medicine, law, literature, philosophy, and sciences.
two years passed by, Alex majored in economics and as he was focusing on his studies some incidents occurred related to his father which summoned him urgently so he acquiesced.
back to California he applied for Stanford and got accepted duo to his excellent scores and stellar high school diploma.
Stanford is a private Ivy League university in the heart of California's Silicon Valley. 
Opened in 1891, Stanford has a distinguished history as a leader in learning, discovery, innovation, and discourse. 
The university enrolls over 7,000 undergraduate students and contains seven schools. 
One of the world's top research universities, Stanford boasts a 4:1 student-to-faculty ratio.
in three years span, Alex got a bachelor of science with a major in economics (Bsc).
A BSc in Economics has more of practical aspects involved as compared to that of BA in Econ which includes more of theoretical aspects. 
A BSc focuses on the mathematical side of economics compulsorily. 
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....
.....
back in day. in Madrid.
A fancy Jeep pulled by a glamorous villa which have two rows of servants, maids and assistants awaiting in front of it plus a parade of leading characters in the business industry headed by an exquisite superior middle aged man anticipating the arrival of the honourable guest.
the luxury chalet is one of the best houses in Puerta de Hierro. Built on a plot of 1100 m is the Victorian style villa with private pool and luxury materials, solid wooden staircase tali, and Carrara marble floors. It is distributed over 3 floors with a floor area of ​​750 m2, with large and bright spaces with ceilings 4 meters high, with moldings. interior elevator linking the 3 floors. On the main floor, very spacious hall with a magnificent marquetry floor, an office with library, toilet, wardrobe area and a splendid lounge of 140 m2 with 3 orientations windows and a fireplace. The porch is from side to side of the rear facade dump over the garden and pool with fountain and mosaic tile. The dining room with wooden floor also with marquetry, and a guest toilet between it and a wine bar Andalusian style. The principal, with a large dressing area, currently is attached to the adjacent 60 m2 by sliding doors and give you use of the living room. Both have access to a dunk on the garden terrace. The exterior carpentry is PVC with fraileras. The wooden interior doors and closets painted white. All windows except the lounge have electric shutters. Awnings are also electric. The air conditioning is circuit pump hot and cold, independent from plants like heating.
as the gorgeous handsome young man stepped in the mansion he received the warm greetings from all.
" young master Xu. welcome to Madrid "
" young master Xu....."
"....."
as the middle aged man took the guest's hand in his own he greeted nicely.
" nice to meet you. master Xu Zhilan, it's a honor to us having you here in our capital, by the way how's your grandfather nowadays ?"
" same here, thank you very much for the receiving and grandpa is doing well thanks again for the consideration ".
Alex responses respectfully as they walked to the villa .

having lived in a very plain simple life from small to big Sirina never ever imagined that the chance to live the life of the explorers and go through adventures , dangers and missions
or that she from normal college student like millions others to be a super rich business woman whom owns a new promising international group that about to shake the market in all middle East and Africa
that chance came from...............
THE SAME sad accident that left her crying in the middle of night for years
but it's a fact in this world
pain and pleasure all come together
so set in her journey all kinds of problems and ordeals along came her best friend princess
Mary and many others that will help her , guide her and love her
and she will have a strong role in everyone love story one way or another
eventually she will meet with her soulmate
and future husband Alex a big leader in the underworld and a CEO of hazel_yun int. group
also the last heir of a large traditional Chinese hidden family.

I know I have always been a terrible cook, that is why my mom seldom lets me use the kitchen back when I was still staying with our family. And my brother would always make sure I know how terrible of a cook I am. (He does all the cooking more often now than our mom, that's why.)
But sometimes I don't get her too. She would usually chastise me for not being able to cook and would always associate it with how will I going to feed my future children someday but then she won't let me use the kitchen for fear that I might mess things around.
In school, we have this home economics class where it taught us different specializations under it that changes according to semester. In our second semester, it was now time for us to learn culinary.
For today, our home economics professor Ms. Springfield brought us to the culinary room where students are brought to harness their skills in cooking. As I see it, I think this is thrice the size of our kitchen back home. The only difference is that there would be no mother to scold me in case I will burn anything, but I have my professor do that in her stead.
"Gosh, why do we even have this subject anyway?" I heard one classmate of mine complains at the back when our teacher is still having their discussion. "It's not like it is related to magic, not even close at all."
"I heard that," Ms. Springfield snaps, and the student straightens up.
"Yes, home economics may not be related to magic" the teacher goes on, glaring at the student who complained earlier. "but it would surely teach you life skills that you may need someday."
Our teacher has definitely a point there.
For today, we were taught to cook for two meal courses: appetizer and main course. Ms. Springfield taught us first the basic skills we should need to know in cooking, which I already learned from my mother but have never had the chance to apply in real life.
"Cooks should be able to cut ingredients quickly and precisely," she instructs as she tried to demonstrate to us the proper way of cutting meat and vegetables that will be needed earlier for the meals we will be cooking.
"Next…"
And our teacher went on the things that we should remember in dealing with food. I had to bring up my mini notebook and my pen to jot down all the things that she has spoken for me to be reminded of it when the time comes that I will be using it later and for the rest of my life.
After the discussion, we were grouped into four. And the best part is that we were allowed to choose our members for the group, so of course we searched for everyone in our pact. When finally formed a group, we then went to the cooking station our teacher has assigned for us, and started doing all the work.
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I was feeling proud and happy at the same time when the food we had prepared today had all be so perfect. All of us gave each other a triumphant grin, but when in reality, it was Cailin who contributed the most since she has to cook most of the time for her mom and her younger brother.
"I am so pleased your food turned out so well," our teacher says to the group stationed before us, which happens to be Jill's little entourage. I saw that smug look on that girl's face when Ms. Springfield complimented their presentation.
"It is as tasty as it looks," one friend of her suggests with a huge amount of confidence in it that it almost made me scoffed in my place but I fought the urge to do it.
"Oh? I can't wait to eat it then,"
"Is it just me or our home economics teacher has her own favorite student?" whispers Ariella, snickering right next to me.
Oh, I was actually surprised that it wasn't me alone who notices it. I have always have this feeling that Ms. Springfield is quite fond of Jill. To everyone else, she hardly acknowledges our works. But if it's Jill we are talking about, she always make sure to acknowledge even her presence.
"I think heard rumors from our classmates that Jill's mom and Ms. Springfield are high school friends in the past. They would have been so closed that our teacher would do anything she can to give Jill's grades a raise regardless of her performance." Maggie adds up,immediately catching our attention.
"Wow, that is quite unfair."
"Just let it be. Home economics is not that big deal anyway. It's one of our minor subjects, and the least of our problems.
We made it sure to keep our voices low and steady, but somehow Jill finds a way to hear it otherwise. I just caught her rolling her eyes in our direction.
So the home economics teacher started having a spoonful of the creamed mushroom soul they cooked, and we did not miss the chance to see her face turned from being happy to being sour in just a snap of a finger.
We threw in a giggle fit, but still in our low voices.
"It tastes…. Okay," the teacher comments, and transferred to the main course we are taught to do today which is smoked salmon.
Again, her face stiffens. And again, we threw another rounds of giggles in her direction but not too loud. 
"Okay… I think I have enough. Thank you, group 3," A forced smile was plastered on her face before she moved on to the next group, which happens to be ours.
In my peripheral vision, Jill tries the mushroom soup they have prepared and immediately swatted the girl next to her.
"This is too salty, gosh!" she groans.
Our group cooking performance turns out to be the highest scorer for this day. Thanks to my friends' efforts, all I have to do earlier was to cut the ingredients while they prepare everything.
But tomorrow's the real deal, because we will be cooking the assigned meal for the day individually. That alone made my palms sweat, and it is not even starting yet.
I came back to the castle later that day feeling pleased with myself for the scire I got from culinary. And the best part is that we all witness how Jill's group was humiliated by the sour face our teacher makes in front of them earlier.
"You look happy," A voice came right behind the moment I reached the gate leading to the rear portion of the castle. It's Lucas by the way, removing the invisible cap Alez let him borrow to pick me up in school and walk with me today.
I smiled at him, then replies, "I learned new dishes this morning in our home economics. I thought maybe I could give it a try to cook for you too."
"That subject again? I thought they have already crossed that out in the new academic year since it is not really contributing much to our magic progress?" he points out, looking surprised.
Suddenly, I felt the urge to protest. And so I did.
"What is with you protesting about home economics? I think it is very reasonable that it should be included in the subject list because" 
I cleared my throat first, and tries to mimic our teacher's voice as possible as I can.
"it teaches us important life lessons that we may need someday."
That made Lucas cracked a laugh.
"Hey, you almost sounded like Ms. Springfield. She was also my home economics teacher way back when I and Alex were still in school."
I swatted him in the arm to which he responded with an "Ow!"
"I don't sound that old, unlike her though."
"Alright, alright."
Lucas curtly nods as he now closes the gate behind us. Together, we walked towards the prince's chamber where my outfit for today was neatly placed by one of the servants.
Upon arriving at the prince's office, Lancelot and Alex must be having a very important and confidential discussion before I arrived. I can see it on the way their body stiffens upon my arrival.
"So? What are you guys talking about just now? May I know?" 
When the two decided to seal their mouths, I added "I see I am not allowed to know it… whatever that is that you are discussing."
"It's about the matters of the state. That is why we can't tell you." Alex utters, but the way he looks away while saying it makes me believe it's some excuse he just made up. 
"Uhuh.." I said, looking at them knowingly.
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-THIRD PERSON-
(Earlier… before Krisella arrives at the office.)
Lancelot and Alez were on standby as they both wait for Krisella and Lucas to show up for their daily training sessions. When everyone didn't talk, Lancelot decided to speak up all of a sudden.
"I can see it in your eyes all this time," 
"The what exactly are you seeing? Please elaborate," Alex demanded.
"The way your eyes light up whenever you see Krisella and your face glows. I can see that you like her."
Alex stiffens, being taken aback by what the priest said. Of all the people, he least expected to hear this from the archbishop himself!
"No, you're wrong. I don't like her, in a romantic way that is."
"Deny all you want, but the truth… will set you free."
"I said I don't like her--"
The door swings open, making Alex's mouth instantly shut and him being frozen to his place, wondering if the girl has ever heard what they were discussing earlier.
But then she looked a bit clueless, and that made the lad somehow relieved.


GOLD TIER WINNER in the last WPC 141: "Royal Romance"

The whole country of Gilead is now facing a crisis upon the sudden disappearance of its prince and master wizard Prince Arthur Spellman. Without him, a possible chance of a sudden attack by the country's long-term enemies would immediately take place.

Only a 14 year old girl named Krisella, who happens to look exactly like the missing prince, could stop this from happening by assuming his role for the meantime.

Join Krisella as she struggles to fulfill her 'impostor duties' while also slowly discovering her full potential as a wizard, her true identity, and unraveling the mysteries behind the prince's sudden disappearance.


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Author's Notes: 

Book cover art is not mine. All credits to its rightful owner. 

Any questions for me? I'm more active in my discord account: @AteJanz0657

I was just 18 years old, when I joined the college, and now I am 24, when I suddenly plan to pen down my story. In another exactly two months, comes the day when I am getting married. This speculation reverses me, to ponder at what I have learnt in these past 6 years. Love is not about staying together for whole life. Whatever time you get with the person you love, make the most of it.

  So, coming back to the second year of my graduation, this was the year when my life took an entertaining turn. This was the year, of making new friends every day. I didn't know much about most of them, but they were friends who were divided in different groups. Some were friends from economics class while others from English class. Some were friends who met during lunch while some, met me at the dinner. The closest friend was my roommate Chunhua, with whom I shared economics class, lunch, dinner and a close bond.

 The results of our first semester were out and I scored pretty well in all subjects apart from, economics. This was the historic moment in my life, when I decided that I needed extra coaching for this subject. This added to another group of friends 'the coaching friends'! What was different about this set of friends was that this group had guys too, from different colleges. The coaching was on alternate days but our teacher, Mrs. Feng Mian was generous enough to give us coaching passes for each day. So, one day was coaching for us while the next day was an illegal day out, frolic for us. 

     The best part of the day was always the coaching, which was more of delectation and less of studies. The coaching started with the roadside readymade snacks and ended with a Baskin Robbins ice-cream. The gate pass limit was till 7pm and it was always a race till the college gate to reach at dot 7 pm, not a minute early and not a minute dilatory. I literally begged Chunhua to join the coaching with me, but she refused since she had topped in economics and reckoned it to be useless. In a month of span, I made many new friends- Changying, Sophia, Wang, Biyu, John and Sam. 

Changying and Biyu were each other's best friends and roommates who were in the same hostel as mine. Whereas Wang and John were best friends and these four were closest school friends, hailing from Beijing. I was the newest member of their insane group and thus always the victim to their moronic pranks.

3rd Jan, 2016….

            I was just 18 when I joined the college and now I am 24, when I suddenly plan to pen down my story. In another exactly two months, comes the day when I am getting married. This speculation reverses me, to ponder at what I have learnt in these past 6 years. Love is not about staying together for whole life. Whatever time you get with the person you love, make the most of it.....


  So, coming back to the second year of my graduation, this was the year when my life took an entertaining turn. This was the year, of making new friends every day. I didn't know much about most of them, but they were friends who were divided in different groups. Some were friends from economics class while others from English Literature class. Some were friends who met during lunch while some, met me at the dinner. The closest friend was my roommate Natasha, with whom I shared economics class, lunch, dinner and a close bond.

 The results of our first semester were out and I scored pretty well in all subjects apart from, economics. This was the historic moment in my life, when I decided that I needed extra coaching for this subject. This added to another group of friends 'the coaching friends'! 
What was different about this set of friends was that this group had guys too, from different colleges. The coaching was on alternate days but our teacher, Mrs. Eta Khan was generous enough to give us coaching passes for each day. So, one day was coaching for us while the next day was an illegal day out, frolic for us. 

     The best part of the day was always the coaching, which was more of delectation and less of studies. The coaching started with the roadside side "sea- food" and ended with a "kwality" ice-cream. The gate pass limit was till 7 pm and it was always a race till the college gate to reach at dot 7pm, not a minute early and not a minute dilatory. I literally begged Natasha to join the coaching with me, but she refused since she had topped in economics and reckoned it to be useless. In a month of span, I made many new friends- Niki, Tanya, Aarosh, Ruhani, Viva and Sam. 

Niki and Ruhani were each other's best friends and roommates who were in the same hostel as mine. Whereas Aarosh and Vivan were best friends and these four were closest school friends, hailing from Bangkok. I was the newest member of their insane group and thus always the victim to their moronic pranks.

 I gradually, started to spend quite a lot of time in Niki and Ruhani's room, but equal time in my room with Natasha. Natasha was an extremely possessive friend and always wanted my time for herself. So, even I made sure that I spend good amount of time with her. Natasha's boyfriend Manuel, her childhood sweetheart was actually a sweet heart who generated stability in her life and enabled me to get some time off from Natasha, while they were over the phone,  romancing. Having no interest in listening to their mushy talks, I preferred spending time in Niki and Ruhani's room.

What happens when you fall in love with the biggest liar in the entire world?

Does such a relation have any meaning?
Will you ever be able to accept him?
........

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