Started it for fun, I know it shit please give some feedback so I can improve it :)

The story is about a guy lived his comfortable life in a forest, then an unknown girl appeared out of nowhere which has led to the radical downfall of the guy's normal lifestyle.

Join me, as we venture deep into poetry.
Poems collected by other famous poets.
Poems collected by me.

Needless to say, because of that group's participation, the entire poem platform turned into their dominion; writing poems and stroking each other's ego.
On Weibo, the flame war started long ago.
[WTF is this? Good poem? Good my *ss!]
[Very wet[1], definitely wet. It's so wet that I can't bear to look at it.]
[Even professional circle jerks should have a limit. This is jerking it to the milky way!]
[They dared to criticize Y's poem before this. Now that you compare them, Y is like a scholar!]
[Previous poster, you're wrong to say that. Y is a scholar to start with!]
[I can't take it anymore. Someone please get Y out of hiding and compose a few poems so I can wash my eyes. Our Chinese literature is being sullied by these idiots.]
…
Voices of complaints went on. It was no wonder they would bring it to Ye Lingchen's Weibo account.
However, the more dissents there were on the internet, the more it fueled that group's excitement. They had never been so famous. Now that they had the attention of so many people, it was impossible to not feel excited.
They were spreading Chinese culture. They were bringing Chinese poems into the sights of the public!
They instantly felt sacred, as though their shoulders were loaded with heavy responsibilities.
Right then, the WA's Vice-Chairman Huang Lihua, who dissed Celestial Bane online, put forward his opinion once again.
Reading through the criticisms on the internet, his heart already felt annoyed. When he saw so many people bringing up Y's name and claiming that his group's poem was nothing compared to Y, his patience ran out.
What did his association stand for? Bathed in decades of traditional literature, they were the heirs of Chinese literature. How could they be surpassed by a web novel writer?
He could not help but make a post on Weibo:
[Lately, Weibo is becoming lively with people writing poems. Everyone's voices are loud. This represents the rise of Chinese traditional literature, and the phenomenon is inseparable from the hard works of traditional literary scholars. It is a form of recognition for us; one that I'm comforted by! However, I still hear the other voices. On this, I must speak up and say my piece.]
[First, I admit that within our WA, some poems fall short of the standards. However, everyone had to start off as a beginner. For them to present their works to everyone, that takes courage! Secondly, there are plenty of good compositions within our works. For example, Moon, So Bright! by XX WA President; Wind, So Comforting! by XX WA Vice President; Snow, So White! by XX WA[2] Chairman. These compositions are considered classics! Compared to Y's poems, they are much better!] 
He quickly wrote an entire paragraph. With a smug smile on his face, he uploaded it to Weibo.
As expected, once it was uploaded, the views skyrocketed.
[F*ck! So shameless! What does the rise of traditional literature have to do with them?]
[Please check the facts. It's because of Y's poem that triggered this event alright?]
[F*ck! I can't take it anymore. This bugger is feeding us bullsh*t. Please get Y to save me…]
…
Meanwhile, a few other major WA members started to reply to the post.
[Thank you, Chairman Huang. Your poem, Flower, So Beautiful! is the true classic.]
[Chairman Huang's words resonate deeply with me. That's the truth!]
[Chairman Huang's summary is very accurate. However, I need to add on a little bit.] Right then, another vice-chairman of the WA came forward and interjected, [Many people are still tagging Y, asking for him to compose a poem. Seeing that, I feel that it's laughable. These people don't understand poems at all!]
[When it comes to writing poems, apart from talent, one would also require inspiration. As the saying goes, the abundance of the heart leads to the spring of ideas. Our poems were all born through trials, tribulations, along with the right environment for its conception. These people tagged Y to call him out, but did he show himself? Not at all! Are they expecting him to create a poem on the fly? Based on his talents, I'm sorry, that's impossible!]
[Chairman Shi is right, it makes sense!]
[Hahaha, that's right. You see lately Y hasn't been showing himself. You want him to compose a poem? Wait on!]
[Straight to the point, as expected of the chairman. Since when was writing a poem easy? If he can compose one, I'll eat three pounds of poop!]
Members of the WA continued to sing their praises.
[I can't take it anymore, I need to escape. These people are too much.]
[At least I feel that Y's poems are a hundred times better than theirs. Shameless bunch!]
[Even a scumbag is not as scummy as them. They're the best... at losing themselves in their boast.]
However, quite a number of people were shaken. After all, the WA was the authority in such issues, making it easier for them to be convincing.
[Guys, let's not argue. The WA has their point too. How can he just compose a poem on the fly?]
[I think these chairmans' poems are quite good. They read well.]
[Most of Y's die-hard fans can't recognize reality and live in their own dream world.]
[Hehe, a lot of people refuse to believe it. Why don't you get Y to show himself? I don't need him to compose a poem on the fly. If he can compose a poem that everyone likes within three days, I'll submit to him!] Chairman Shi grew more prideful as he typed. [I'll bet that he won't dare to show himself!]
At first, Ye Lingchen was only there to watch the drama and did not consider taking part. However, the flames of war had mysteriously latched onto him.
Ye Lingchen's heart was unaffected by the provocations, but rather, it brought him a slight twinge of excitement.
These people were delivering popularity right to his doorsteps!
It was originally a trivial matter, but they managed to blow it to the point of being the top search result. That was a major assistance for him.
'F*ck! What wonderful people!'
'I don't dare to show myself? Why won't I, the prodigy, show myself?'
'Since you're forcing me to compose a poem, then I'll have to take you up on it.'
Without hesitation, Ye Lingchen announced on Weibo. [Is composing a poem on the fly that difficult?]
In just a simple sentence, but it sent Weibo into a frenzy in an instant.
[F*ck! Novel Y replied immediately?]
[OMG, OMG! It's going to be another bloodbath!]
[You see that tone. Y is going to compose a poem on the spot?]
[Y, you're too impulsive. The opposing party is obviously trying to agitate you and have you embarrass yourself.]
[Y, let's ignore them. Why should you compose a poem on the fly for them? We need time too!]
At the same time, Capital University's Professor Wan Yun was also following this incident. After seeing Novel Y making a statement, he unwittingly frowned his brows. That was just too impulsive! Composing a poem on the spot was no different from the seven-step verse[3]. Even the legends of ancient times were awed by such a feat. How was it possible for those in the modern age?
Ye Lingchen ignored the excited crowd, but instead closed his eyes and went into deep thoughts for a moment before typing on his computer.
[The first poem, on wind.]
[Lyrics to the Melody of Green Jadeite Bowl-New Year's Night
Easterlies of the night call to bloom blossoms of a thousand trees,
As if blowing adrift stars that drizzle like rain.
Precious horses and lavish carriages go by leaving a scented trail.
Phoenix flutes music perform as the timekeeper witnesses the turning of hours,
Throughout the night lanterns in the shape of fish and dragons dance and gyrate.
Golden are the willowy tassels of her butterfly hairpin,
Among giggles and chatters, her scent is fading away.
In the crowd, I look for her presence everywhere time and again,
Suddenly I turn around, and I see her there,
Where lights are dim and faint[4].]
...
[1] 好湿 (Hao Shi / very wet) and 好诗 (Hao Shi / good poem) sound the same.
[2] XX WA- In raw, the author did not put XX City or XX District, so we just went with XX. WA over here is the acronym for Writer's Association.
[3] The Seven-step verse tells the story of a genius scholar in classical literature who was issued an ultimatum: Compose a poem within 7 steps or be executed. The scholar managed to recite a poem consisting of four verses with five chinese characters in each line.
[4] The translation of this poem is sourced from https://28utscprojects.wordpress.com/2011/10/01/s202/


Ye Lingchen was a regular high schooler who struggled with exams and expectations from his parents.
All that changed after he woke up from a strange dream and discovered that he had been granted the 'Prodigy System'. His life changed from this point on. Reading a book allowed him to learn its content immediately. Listening to lectures granted instant understanding of the lesson. Observation of a technique imprinted knowledge of the technique used.
Learning had never been so easy, and as the saying goes, knowledge is power. In this case, he now had access to a ton of unbridled power. 
What does it feel like to become a 'prodigy' overnight? Follow Ye Lingchen on this journey to discover the limitless possibilities...

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


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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The words "Library" looked extremely proper. Lu Shu could not hide his excitement. He looked around secretly and stepped into the library since he did not see anyone around.
Lu Shu was thinking, could there be a guard around in an important place like the library?! After all, it contained the books of the entire palace of the King of Gods!
However, when Lu Shu walked in, nobody stopped him. There was nobody in the library.
He took a few steps behind and pushed a door near the cottage. Then, he saw a man sitting with his legs crossed on the ground with a sword in its sheath. When the man heard the door open, he opened his eyes. However, when he opened his eyes, the door was already closed. 
Lu Shu walked into the library feeling bothered. "Isn't there someone here, not everyone has gone to the Sword Hut selections. Why isn't anyone guarding the library, which is an important place?"
As he said that, he stepped into the library. As he walked, he examined the orientation of the room. When he saw the first two rows of shelves, he was stunned. It was difficult to look at these books, they were the poems of the king?!
Were the people crazy? Why did they keep such books?
Lu Shu sighed. He thought the Sword Hut was different but it was just as old-fashioned!
Old-fashioned!
He randomly grabbed a book and flipped. He was stunned almost immediately. The first poem was "Quiet Night Thought" written by Li Bai[1]! 
The poem was printed within and the author's name was handwritten!
"Don't tell me the owner of the Sword Hut wrote it," exclaimed Lu Shu.
He had always been curious. In the past, someone told him that the owner of the Sword Hut went to the palace of the King of Gods to fight with the old King of Gods for the poems of the king. At that moment, he wondered if the owner of the Sword Hut was someone from Earth? 
There were also rumors saying how the owner of the Sword Hut was a child adopted by the old King of Gods when he was out on a vacation. Therefore, Lu Shu was thinking, perhaps he went to Earth and copied so many poems?
Therefore, the owner of the Sword Hut should have come from Earth too…
Therefore, the owner of the Sword Hut did not expose the old King of Gods blatantly but instead helped to take care of his reputation. However, the books in the Sword Hut's Library was filled with handwritten information regarding the book's author and place of origin…
Initially, Lu Shu was not very interested in the library but he suddenly became extremely interested…
He felt as though his heart was burning with the urge to find out more. He revealed such a big secret by randomly flipping through a book?
He wanted to take every book out to flip through them. Then, Lu Shu realized that the owner of the Sword Hut had written down the author of every poem. Of course, the owner of the Sword Hut was not someone who studied the old poems. Therefore, it was understandable that they did not know who the author of certain poems were.
However, even if they did not know who the author was, they still wrote a small line of words at the back of the poem. Although Lu Shu did not know who wrote it, he was certain that it was not written by that particular person.
Tsk tsk, Lu Shu was initially mad with how the old King of Gods got rid of his backup plan. Now that he saw what the owner of the Sword Hut did, he suddenly felt relieved…
After a very long time spent flipping through the books, Lu Shu regained his senses and realized that the sun had set. At this moment, he heard footsteps outside the library. Then, he heard Gu Lingfei's voice. "What is going on, how can he go missing in the Sword Hut? If he disappeared, you guys are in trouble!"
Suddenly, Gu Lingfei stopped in front of the library of the cottage and turned. Both Gu Lingfei and Lu Shu's eyes met.
Lu Shu was about to say that he entered to take a look at the books. Since he was young, he loved to read books… Then, he suddenly realized that Gu Lingfei's expression turned to a look of disbelief. It was the first time she showed that expression on her beautiful face.
Gu Lingfei was shocked. "How did you get in? Who allowed you to go in?"
Lu Shu was unhappy. Nobody was guarding the library and there was no rule stating that nobody could enter. Why couldn't he enter? He said while looking at Gu Lingfei, "I am here to browse the books…"
"You…" Gu Lingfei was panicking. She tried to take a step into the library of the cottage and before her feet could touch the ground, the sound of a sword could be heard echoing throughout the library. It was an extremely sharp sound. 
Lu Shu looked up in shock. He suddenly realized that the grass of which the cottage was made up of turned as dangerous as swords! The library was a sword formation! 
At this moment, he finally understood why Gu Lingfei panicked. No wonder the place was left unguarded. Ordinary people could not even enter, including Master Gu Lingfei!
Gu Lingfei asked coldly, "Teacher had left for so many years and nobody could enter! Why can you enter?!"
Lu Shu was confused. "That's right, how did I enter?"
As he said that, Lu Shu stepped into the deep corners of the library and Gu Lingfei demanded in a low voice, "Get out now!"
Lu Shu said nonchalantly, "You come in and get me…"
Although Lu Shu did not understand why others could not enter but he could, he knew that if he went out and was caught by Gu Lingfei, he would never have the chance to go in again!
Therefore, he could not go out. Moreover, the way back home was in the library! Or rather, he wanted to dig out all the secrets in the library before he left!
Judging from how Gu Lingfei rushed Lu Shu out, it seemed like she had entered in the past and knew that it was an important place. However, that was precisely why Lu Shu wanted to stay.
Moreover, if the Master could not enter the cottage, it was the safest place…
However, Lu Shu thought that even though the owner of the Sword Hut had exceeded the Master realm, they would not be able to prevent a master from entering by randomly plotting a sword formation. Gu Lingfei probably did not attack because she was worried that she would destroy the entire library. 
Lu Shu did not know that all the seven Masters of the Sword Hut had entered the library and was taught by the owner of the Sword Hut.
This was the second most mysterious place, apart from the rear mountain, in the Sword Hut. Only those of the Master Realm could enter. After the owner of the Sword Hut left hurriedly 12 years ago, nobody could enter the library at all.
As Lu Shu walked, he suddenly discovered that the library only had poems of the king… He did not believe it initially but after touring the entire library, he confirmed that there were only poems of the king….
His face turned black immediately. Were all the books hidden?!
[1] One of the most famous classical Chinese poems by the famous poet


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

Sheng Yize frowned and one could detect the discontent coming off him.
Seeing how expectant the little woman looked, he pondered the request.
Fine, fine, he would be a generous boyfriend.
"You have one minute," he said in a calm voice.
Wait, your generosity is only worth a minute of conversation?
An Xiaxia felt like crying at that reply.
"Qi Yanxi, I helped you and you're going to thank me for it, right?" An Xiaxia looked at Qi Yanxi.
Qi Yanxi rolled his eyes. "As if watching the two of you get all lovey-dovey isn't enough, I have to thank you now? Little Dummy Xia, you're asking for a lot!"
"Hey! You!" An Xiaxia said grumpily. A cunning look then flickered in her eyes. "Haven't you agreed that you'll play in the basketball game? Sheng Yize, you're playing as well, aren't you?"
Sheng Yize raised an eyebrow and gave her an "of course" look.
He wasn't going to lose out to Qi Yanxi in front of his girlfriend!
"Qi Yanxi, here's what I want you to do: from the start of the training to the actual game, you'll have to do as Sheng Yize tells you, no matter what!" Despite An Xiaxia's adorable smile, Qi Yanxi shuddered at her request.
Shit! This little woman had gone rogue!
"Do you seriously think I'm going to agree to that? In your dreams." There was no way that the second young master of the Qi family was going to humiliate himself and follow the orders of some petty girl!
"Your one minute is up." Sheng Yize was going to drag An Xiaxia away, but she wouldn't let him. "No, he hasn't said yes yet. And he doesn't look convinced…"
Sheng Yize smiled suddenly, which reminded her of the first ray of sunlight after the snow. "Don't worry. I'll beat him until he's convinced! Now, be a good girl and go to bed."
"Oh… Alright…" An Xiaxia nodded, then looked at Sheng Yize earnestly. "In that case, I'm taking you to the hospital for a thorough checkup. You're only playing the game after the doctor clears you for it!"
Sheng Yize smiled again. "Whatever you say."
The two then left, acting all affectionate and sweet, which only made Qi Yanxi all the more miserable on the rooftop.
Not only had he been threatened, he had to stand there and watch the two of them show off their love… 
Damn it. Was there no place left in this world for single people?
He watched enviously as Sheng Yize shooed Snowy away and escorted An Xiaxia off the roof.
The guy was so lucky to have such a nice girl.
He had to be feeling so happy.
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The next day.
The literature class.
It was taught by their class teacher Bai Ziyue. She was pretty good at her job and the students all followed her lecture attentively.
They were talking about ancient Chinese poems today, which was also the area An Xiaxia received most of Sheng Yize's "torture" in… 
Sheng Yize listened to the teacher quietly, but he could clearly sense the bitter look An Xiaxia shot at him.
"An Xiaxia, which poet is your favorite?" Seeing that An Xiaxia's attention had wandered, Bai Ziyue asked her a question.
An Xiaxia came to herself at this, rose to her feet, and staggered. She had no idea how to answer.
She gave Sheng Yize an inconspicuous tug. Sheng Yize smiled a little and repeated the question for her.
An Xiaxia gave it some thought. "Chen Zi'ang, I think…"
Bai Ziyue was a little surprised. "That's actually not a very popular choice. Only a handful of his poems survived until today and the most famous one is that piece mentioned in the TV drama 'My Fair Princess,' which goes, 'No ancients before me, nor comers from behind. Reflecting on the infinite of heaven and earth, alone, in a sadness sublime, and tears come.' An Xiaxia, can you tell us why you like him?"
An Xiaxia felt like crying. "Because his poems only have a few words and are easy to memorize. And he didn't write poems whenever he was drunk…"
Pfft —
The classroom erupted with laughter.


As an anti-fan of the idol group, Starry Night, An Xiaxia is happy to spend her time online slandering lead singer Sheng Yize. 

But things take an unexpected turn when An Xiaxia starts high school - the Starry Night trio somehow becomes her classmates, and even end up moving into her house. 

Also, the nation’s idol Sheng Yize seems particularly interested in An Xiaxia for some reason...

Sheng Yize: Xiaxia, if I and a chicken wing fall into the water together, which one will you save?

An Xiaxia: Hm… I can't swim, so obviously you're going to save yourself and get my chicken wing out!

Sheng Yize: I thought I was the nation’s idol???

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


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