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Have you ever wanted to write a famous novel? Do you want to become a famous well respected author? Hoping to make a career out of you're writing hobby? 

Well, then don't read this. This will tell you the ins and out of this terrible "system" and community. 

This book was written by GatorWine. Under no circumstances, should you take anything this individual says at face value. This person is not a trained professional, or even an intelligent being.

The night sky was vast.

It was 11 P.M. at night.

After the meal, Heavenly Queen Zhang Yuanqi held her chest with one hand as she leaned against the headboard to send email on her phone. Maybe she was working, as her face looked serious and sullen. She did not have any intention of speaking to Zhang Ye.

She would kill the donkey the moment it left the millstone!

You’ve forgotten about this bro after you are full?

Zhang Ye also knew that a distinguished person like her was busy, so he did not disturb her. He also wasn't emboldened enough to disturb her. Zhang Yuanqi was standing at the pinnacle of their country's entertainment industry, while Zhang Ye himself was just a small figure, who was a fledgling. He was not even considered a celebrity. He would, at most, be considered a public figure. The gap between them was heaven and earth. Zhang Ye knew this himself, so he was very respectful towards a senior.

Switching on the computer, he began doing his own thing. He first checked his Weibo and was suddenly dumbfounded. Why were there so many forwards for one of his Weibo messages? Upon checking, he realized what had happened. The "Flying Bird and Fish" message that originally only had about 2,000-3,000 forwards back then? It wasn't that much. But now, this poem's forwards on Weibo had suddenly become more than 8,000. It had tripled! After being surprised for a while, Zhang Ye treated it as nothing. Back in his world, "Flying Bird and Fish" itself had more than a hundred million clicks on the internet. How many people did not see it? Hence, this tiny explosive increase was reasonable. A good poem could never be buried. As for the reason? Zhang Ye's analysis was that it was due to many things. "Ghost Blows Out the Light", fairy tale stories and his other poems. The number of people who knew of him was slowly increasing. So people would begin checking his other works, which created an entire increase in popularity for all of his works!

"Good poem!"

"Only now do I know about this poem today!"

"Why are there so many forwards? Let me see it first."

"Classic. Who is this Zhang Ye?"

"You have just seen it? It's already a poem from last month. This poem even saved a person's life. It is especially legendary!"

Zhang Ye browsed through everyone's comments as he was lost in reverie. They were basically positive. As he was enjoying it, there was a sudden comment that appeared!

Meng Dongguo.

Verification: Beijing Writer's Association Vice President. Poet. Author.

He was a distinguished person with more than 3 million fans!

Meng Dongguo had used his verified Weibo to openly question, "I do not know why such things can become so popular. Just because there's a lot of people looking and commenting on it, that makes it a good poem? A legend? It saved a life? A poem's worth is based on its literary value; it does not depend on other stories or situations to add to its worth. I cannot see any literary value in this poem. All I see is moaning and drool. This can also be considered a modern poem? This is also called literature? Also, the author's ‘A Generation’, I would not comment on the poem's words, but why do I find the topic so twisted? A slightly past 20-year-old child commenting on a generation? This should be a term used by us, right? You are not grown up yet, and still have a long road ahead. You do not have the ability to see through your generation, so don't write such a poem to cause ridicule to yourself!"

Some people did not like that.

"It can't be!? I think it's very good!"

"So what about youths? Youths can't write poems?"

"What a joke! Just one sentence of 'you young people don't know anything' to negate all his worth? To think that you are the Vice President of the Beijing Writer's Association?"

However, there were even more that joined the ranks of the doubters.

A number of them were authors and poets of the Beijing Writer's Association. They were all verified accounts.

Romance author Zheng Anbang commented, "Even Vice President Meng has commented? Actually, I was not able to continue watching this, starting from a long time ago. This poem may be very popular now, but no matter how many times I see it, I can't figure out what is good about it!"

Children's literature author Little Red Mushroom commented, "Zhang Ye's poem isn't bad, but it's only average. It does not deserve all this attention!"

A famous poet in Beijing, whose pseudonym was Big Thunder, said, "What a mess! Complete bull****! What sort of poem is this? What are you trying to express with ‘The Song of the Stormy Petrel’? Do you think these are the old days? Even if you wanted to expression that period's rebellion and helplessness, how old are you? Do you know what the old society was like? Were you composing poems with your fantasy? How can there be any literary skill!? He is, at best, a temporary demagogue! Those who are following you, what's up with all of you? Do you even have any appreciation for art? I really wonder!"

Suddenly, five to six authors and poets began barraging Zhang Ye!

Zhang Ye, who was in front of his computer, could not help but curse, "What the f***! Are you monkeys backup that were invited? Where did you all pop up from? Did I provoke all of you!?"

Zhang Yuanqi did not know what was happening as she came behind Zhang Ye. As she held her shoulders, her face was expressionless as she looked without blinking at his computer screen, "Who are they scolding?"

"Scolding me." Zhang Ye said angrily.

Zhang Yuanqi's eyelids twitched, "Meng Dongguo? Beijing Writers’ Association's Leader? This person has quite a bit of reputation in the industry, right? Then what about Little Red Mushroom? She was the one who wrote fairy tales, right? Big Thunder? I have seen his poems. He is not anything in the country, but he is still quite famous in Beijing." As the literature circle was encroaching into the entertainment industry, it was almost indivisible. As an S-list star in the industry, Zhang Yuanqi was quite aware of this. She was objective with their evaluations. Of course, only Zhang Yuanqi had the right to say this. If it was anyone else, no one would dare say who was not anything in the country. "Why are so many Beijing authors and poets scolding you? Are you very famous?"

Zhang Ye was still upset, "What do you mean, famous? I have only written a few poems. But who knows why they suddenly went crazy and started scolding me? My poems have problems? What an unfunny joke!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanqi stared at him, "You can compose poetry?"

"Of course. Have you heard of ‘Flying Bird and Fish’?"

"...No."

"What about ‘A Generation’?"

"....Never heard of it."

"Alright. Then, forget that I said anything!"

Zhang Yuanqi seemed a little interested. She said in a deadpan manner, "Go sit at the coffee table." There was only one chair in the house. With Zhang Ye standing up, Zhang Yuanqi sat down.

Zhang Ye no longer had the energy to care about this, "They are bullies!"

Zhang Yuanqi must have finished her work, as she began speaking to Zhang Ye, "Everything has a cause. Go look at the first person who questioned you, Meng Dongguo's, Weibo."

After checking, Zhang Ye was immediately enlightened. Meng Dongguo had published a few poems early in the month. But other than a few fans praising it, no one else had seen it. The forwarding count of a single poem from Zhang Ye was more than all his poems combined by ten times. "He saw that my results as a newcomer are better than his, so he wants to pull me down?  What a grandson! What sort of people are they!?"

Zhang Yuanqi was only watching the scene unfold before her as she remained silent.

At this moment, the fans of Meng Dongguo and a few poets and authors had rushed to Zhang Ye's Weibo to curse at him. They did so indiscriminately!

"Demagogue!"

"To think you dare to publish such a beaten-up poem?"

"Everyone, don't read this person's poem. The industry’s experts have given their evaluation. This is not called literature. There is no value to it!"

"It can't be? It's quite good!"

"Do you know, or do the experts know?"

"That's right; the Vice President of the Beijing Writer's Association has already said it's bad!"

"I see. I thought it was such a good poem. You wasted my feelings!"

"That's right; I even recited Zhang Ye's poem to my children. I never expected it to not have any cultural value. Isn't this harming others? Harming me is fine, but don't mislead my children!"

"Zhang! Get lost from of the field of poetry!"

"Get lost! There is no need for you!"

"To think I liked Zhang Ye's poems in the past. Hai, it’s so disappointing!"

A few of Zhang Ye's original fans were steered by Meng Dongguo and a few authors and poets, as they began to complain!

However, there were people who insisted on supporting Zhang Ye. However, soon, they drowned in those people's spit. They had no chance to talk!

Zhang Ye felt sourness in his heart. He was also very distressed. That was the popularity that he had worked hard to obtain. But just because of their few words, it was being scattered away. Even those who supported Zhang Ye's poems were no longer that firm in their beliefs. After all, with so many professional Teachers and famous authors and poets collectively denying Zhang Ye's worth, people would all have second thoughts as to whether his poem was really good.

Even his fans were scolding him. Zhang Ye's fists clenched tightly.

Zhang Yuanqi said indifferently, "This is what the circle is like. You have to get used to others. If not..."

"Then what's the ‘if not’?" Zhang Ye asked for advice.

Zhang Yuanqi said coldly, "...If not, make others get used to you."

Zhang Ye thought for a while and, after digesting Zhang Yuanqi's words, he was no longer angry. Seeing the cursing or disappointed fans, Zhang Ye posted a message on Weibo.

It was a response!

A response from one to all!

Zhang Yuanqi was by his side, reading. As she saw Zhang Ye type one word after another, her gaze changed for the first time. There was a brilliance in her eyes!

Zhang Ye had written this.

"See me, or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy."

"Miss me, or not. There will affection lay, no immersion, nor dispersion."

"Love me, or not. There will love remain, no more, nor less."

"Follow me, or not. In your hand is mine, no discarding, nor departure."

"Come to me, or give me your heart to dwell in."

"Love with serenity. Rejoice in silence."

This was an old poem. Why so? Because according to the poem's age, it was actually quite old in Zhang Ye's world. It was not very famous at all until the movie, "If You Are the One 2" was released. It then became famous. Even the drama, "Palace" had used it as lyrics for its ending song. Later on, someone said that this poem was composed by Tsangyang Gyatso. Actually it wasn't. There was even a copyright lawsuit. The original author of the poem was Tashi Lam, Dodo? The original name of the poem was "The Silence of Vadjra Guru Pema" and also "See Me or Not".

Some people might question whether a love poem like this would be suitable in this situation.

It was precisely that many people were not sure. This poem was not a love poem at all. It had nothing to do with love. This poem's inspiration came from his world's Guru Rinpoche's famous words, "I have never abandoned people who believed in me, or even those who did not believe in me. Although they will not see me, my children will forever be protected by my compassion." This poem expressed the Guru's neither clinging, nor abandoning love for his disciples. It had nothing to do with romantic love.

It was perfectly apt for Zhang Ye to use it as a response!

Maybe he was not as noble as the original authors, but it currently represented his feelings!

Regardless of people who like me staying or leaving me.

I will be right here, neither clinging, nor abandoning, neither sad, nor happy!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

With the victory of Russia's Revolution, Mayakovsky worked on interpreting the facts of the new reality. His works, such as "Ode to the Revolution" and "Left March" (both 1918), brought innovations to poetry. In "Left March", Mayakovsky calls for a struggle against the enemies of the Russian Revolution. The poem "150,000,000" discusses the leading played by the masses in the revolution. In the poem "Vladimir Ilyich Lenin" (1924), Mayakovsky looks at the life and work at the leader of Russia's revolution and depicts them against a broad historical background. In the poem "It's Good", Mayakovsky writes about socialist society being the "springtime of humanity". Mayakovsky was instrumental in producing a new type of poetry in which politics played a major part.[11]

In the 1930s Socialist realism became the predominant trend in Russia. Its leading figure was Maxim Gorky, who laid the foundations of this style with his works The Mother and his play The Enemies (both 1906). His autobiographical trilogy describes his journey from the poor of society to the development of his political consciousness. His novel The Artamanov Business (1925) and his play Egor Bulyshov (1932) depict the decay and inevitable downfall of Russia's ruling classes. Gorky defined socialist realism as the "realism of people who are rebuilding the world," and points out that it looks at the past "from the heights of the future's goals". Gorky considered the main task of writers to help in the development of the new man in socialist society. Gorky's version of a heroic revolutionary is Pavel Vlasov from the novel The Mother, who displays selflessness and compassion for the working poor, as well as discipline and dedication. Gorky's works were significant for the development of literature in Russia and became influential in many parts of the world.[12]

Nikolay Ostrovsky's novel How the Steel Was Tempered has been among the most successful works of Russian literature, with tens of millions of copies printed in many languages around the world. In China, various versions of the book have sold more than 10 million copies.[13] In Russia, more than 35 million copies of the book are in circulation.[14] The book is a fictionalized autobiography of Ostrovsky's life, who had a difficult working-class childhood and became a Komsomol member in July 1919 and went to the front as a volunteer. The novel's protagonist, Pavel Korchagin, represented the "young hero" of Russian literature: he is dedicated to his political causes, which help him to overcome his tragedies. The novel has served as an inspiration to youths around the world and played a mobilizing role in Russia's Great Patriotic War.[15]

Alexander Fadeyev achieved noteworthy success in Russia, with tens of millions of copies of his books in circulation in Russia and around the world.[14] Many of Fadeyev's works have been staged and filmed and translated into many languages in Russia and around the world. Fadeyev served as a secretary of the Soviet Writers' Union and was the general secretary of the union's administrative board from 1946 to 1954. He was awarded two Orders of Lenin and various medals. His novel The Routdeals with the partisan struggle in Russia's Far East during the Russian Revolution and Civil War. Fadeyev described the theme of this novel as one of a revolution significantly transforming the masses. The novel's protagonist Levinson is a Bolshevik revolutionary who has a high level of political consciousness. The novel The Young Guard, which received the State Prize of the USSR in 1946, focuses on an underground Komsomol group in Krasnodon, Ukraine and their struggle against the fascist occupation.[16]

The first years of the Soviet regime were marked by the proliferation of avant-garde literature groups. One of the most important was the Oberiu movement that included the most famous Russian absurdist Daniil Kharms, Konstantin Vaginov, Alexander Vvedensky and Nikolay Zabolotsky. Other famous authors experimenting with language were novelists Yuri Olesha and Andrei Platonov and short story writers Isaak Babel and Mikhail Zoshchenko. The OPOJAZ group of literary critics, also known as Russian formalism, was created in close connection with Russian Futurism. Two of its members also produced influential literary works, namely Viktor Shklovsky, whose numerous books (e.g., Zoo, or Letters Not About Love, 1923) defy genre in that they present a novel mix of narration, autobiography, and aesthetic as well as social commentary, and Yury Tynyanov, who used his knowledge of Russia's literary history to produce a set of historical novels mainly set in the Pushkin era (e.g., Young Pushkin: A Novel).

Writers like those of the Serapion Brothers group, who insisted on the right of an author to write independently of political ideology, were forced by authorities to reject their views and accept socialist realist principles. Some 1930s writers, such as Mikhail Bulgakov, author of The Master and Margarita, and Nobel Prize–winning Boris Pasternakwith his novel Doctor Zhivago continued the classical tradition of Russian literature with little or no hope of being published. Their major works would not be published until the Khrushchev Thaw, and Pasternak was forced to refuse his Nobel prize.

Meanwhile, émigré writers, such as poets Vladislav Khodasevich, Georgy Ivanov and Vyacheslav Ivanov; novelists such as Mark Aldanov, Gaito Gazdanovand Vladimir Nabokov; and short story Nobel Prize winning writer Ivan Bunin, continued to write in exile.

The Khrushchev Thaw brought some fresh wind to literature. Poetry became a mass cultural phenomenon: Bella Akhmadulina, Robert Rozhdestvensky, Andrei Voznesensky, and Yevgeny Yevtushenko, read their poems in stadiums and attracted huge crowds.

Some writers dared to oppose Soviet ideology, like short story writer Varlam Shalamov and Nobel Prize-winning novelist Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, who wrote about life in the gulag camps, or Vasily Grossman, with his description of World War II events countering the Soviet official historiography. They were dubbed "dissidents" and could not publish their major works until the 1960s.

But the thaw did not last long. In the 1970s, some of the most prominent authors were not only banned from publishing but were also prosecuted for their anti-Soviet sentiments, or parasitism. Solzhenitsyn was expelled from the country. Others, such as Nobel Prize–winning poet Joseph Brodsky; novelists Vasily Aksyonov, Eduard Limonov, Sasha Sokolov and Vladimir Voinovich; and short story writer Sergei Dovlatov, had to emigrate to the West, while Oleg Grigoriev and Venedikt Yerofeyev "emigrated" to alcoholism. Their books were not published officially until perestroika, although fans continued to reprint them manually in a manner called "samizdat" (self-publishing).

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

Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl


"All right! That settles it then. We're doing this!"

"Woo-hoo!" Mideum exclaimed cheerfully at Dae Soo's decision, raising her glass. 

Then, Seo Joong chimed in, "Now, let's set the tone, shall we? Will there be given topics for us to write about, or is it gonna be free-topic?" 

"Yeah! The whole reason behind starting this was to replicate what it was like to be part of a Literature Club, wasn't it?" I think it would be fun if we all write about one shared topic. What do you think, Dae Soo?"

At that, Dae Soo contemplated for a little while, but it wasn't long before she had made up her mind.

"OK. We can only write about one topic at any given time. Let's keep it special. Instead, why don't we each decide on what genre we want to write in? Essays, novels, poems, reviews, translation, anything."

"Sounds great!"

"OK, then. Now, the question is: 'What are we all gonna write about?' Any suggestions? Anything you've been wanting to write about?"

A shared topic. Everyone in the room was immersed in their thoughts, trying to figure out what would be the most appropriate topic for the club. At that moment, Geun Woo, who had eventually joined in on the fun, raised his hand. 

"What about a certain object? Like a violin, for example. We practice writing about objects with Mrs. Baek from time to time."

"That doesn't sound half bad," Dae Soo nodded with a lukewarm expression. Although it wasn't a bad idea, it wasn't very captivating. Then, Joon Soo chimed in, "What about a certain time period?"

"That's not bad, either," she said with a similar expression on her face, and without saying anything, San Jung sipped her wine quietly. 

Then, Sang Choi said, "I guess we have nothing else to write about except love." 

"That gives you way too much advantage! C'mon, now, you hopeless romantic. Get with the program." 

"Yeah! If that were the case, I'd suggest we all write about an unsolved, mysterious case." 

Sang furrowed his forehead at Mideum's adamant opposition. 

"But love is universal and an essential component of art."

"You do have a point there, but as long as you're part of the club, it wouldn't be fair to everyone else to have to write about that topic."

"Yeah! You took the the words right out of my mouth, Dong Gil."

Although Sang still looked displeased, he retracted his suggestion. From then on, a number of other opinions came up, but none of them were convincing enough to move the authors. As everyone listened to each other's opinions while immersed in thought, Dae Soo opened her mouth and said, "Death."

Then, the authors responded keenly to the provocative word. 

"Death."

"Death, huh."

"Also another essential component in art," Sang said, murmuring, "along with love." 

"It won't give anybody an advantage."

"And you can think of all sorts of stories related to it."

"Captivating."

"I think that's the most charming one, so far." 

Everyone nodded. 

"Sounds good," San Jung said her first affirmative answer. Death was, inarguably, one of the most common themes in art, and countless authors had written about it. On top of that, none of the authors in the room were experts on the subject of death, making it the fairest suggestion so far. However...

"Death, huh."

… with the exception of Juho, it was highly unlikely that any of the authors had experienced death themselves. And it wasn't something that he can share openly about, either. 

"I'm on board," he said.

And Dae Soo said, wearing an excited look on her face as if quite satisfied with how things were turning out, "I sense something really special is about to happen." 

"This almost makes me wish that the club was bigger. We're not gonna publish them, are we?"

"Let's play it safe, for now. Once we try to make a profit out of it, that's when we lose our creative control." 

With that, Dae Soo and Dong Gil began to discuss matters that were more realistic, and Juho took a sip of his Coke. Some authors were already starting to think about how to go about writing their segment in the magazine, and just as Juho was about to join them, he locked eyes with San Jung.

"Novel?" 

Juho shrugged. 

"Not sure yet."

"San Jung, remember that he even has translation at his disposal," Seo Joong interjected, holding a beer mug in his hand. 

"He can probably write things like reviews or essays just as well," Dong Gil added, and Juho didn't try to deny it. After all, they were both accurate. Authors tended to be sharp and perceptive. Juho had a number of creative tools at his disposal, from translation to essays and reviews, and he was more than capable of utilizing those tools to his advantage because of his experience at the Literature Club up to that point. 

"And I'm guessing that you're sticking with novels, San Jung?"

"Yep. I like novels the best."

She was someone who went as far as relocating to the mountains for the sake of writing her novel, so her affection and obsession toward novels was only natural.

"I think I'm drawn to novels as well."

From the moment 'death' had been decided as the shared topic, Juho had felt strongly inclined to write a novel. Writing for a magazine with such established authors was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and just like San Jung, Juho was also drawn to writing novels. 

Then, Seo Joong murmured, "Maybe I should go with a novel, too."

"I've been think about the same thing for a while now."

"Me, too."

Juho smiled and chuckled at the competitive remarks from the authors, and of course, he, himself, didn't intend on backing out, either. Then, Joon Soo asked after having been thinking for some time, "Are we limited to writing one piece each?"

"No, not at all."

"Then, I'll write a novel AND a poem." 

"I'm perfectly happy with writing just one novel."

Joon Soo and Geun Woo seemed like they had made up their minds for the most part, and Mideum, too, raised her hand to say, "I'm going with a novel!" 

"I think I'm leaning toward a novel, too."

With that, Juho counted how many authors had chosen novels as their genre. There would be nine novels and a poem, which unintentionally shifted the focus of the magazine to original novels. 

"So, are we all writing novels then?"

"That's not a bad thing though, don't you think?" Dae Soo said, and Juho nodded affirmingly. There was nothing bad about it. Besides, all of the pieces would be on the subject of death, so every single piece would be worth collecting. 

"You seem confident," Joon Soo asked quietly, and just like before, Juho didn't deny it. 

"Yes. You see, I happen to be acquainted with death, myself." 

"What?"

"Aren't you the youngest one here?"

"Choi, there is no particular order in which people go."

"What are you saying? You sounded a little edgy there."

"You're gravely mistaken."

Ignoring the light-hearted bickering between Dong Gil and Sang, Dae Soo looked at Juho. 

"Now that I think about it, you were pretty explicit about the mother's death in 'Sound of Wailing,' right? It was brief, but it had weight."

"Thank you."

"Wait, does that mean this topic gives Yun Woo the upper hand?" Dae Soo asked, narrowing her eyes, and Mideum waved her hand in denial. 

"Nah, that can't be right. You and I have both written a slew of death scenes up to this point, and so has everyone else here."

"I know that. It's just that I don't see Yun Woo as the type to be confident for no apparent reason." 

That was her perception of Yun Woo. As Dae Soo expressed her light-hearted concern, Juho waved his hand in denial, saying, "I'm just showing off, so, please, you don't have to have your guard up."

"OK, then. But keep in mind that I got my eyes on you," she said emphatically. To which, Dong Gil added with a chuckle, "Nobody's stupid enough around here to let their guard down when they're competing against Yun Woo. Except, maybe Choi." 

"I never let my guard down. I'm just confident."

"See?" 

Then, taking a swig off her beer, Mideum said, "Speaking of which, Yun Woo should be on his toes, too. We have San Jung, and then there's me… anyway, there are so many authors here!" 

"That's true. Mr. Bong here is a magician when it comes to figures of speech," Seo Joong took the opportunity to chime in, and Joon Soo returned the compliment, "I'm nowhere near your level, Seo Joong."

"Unlike Joon Soo, my buddy here specializes in writing rigid sentences." 

"You mean clean-cut and calculated?"

"Geun Woo writes stories that are just as depressing as he looks."

"Please don't say that out loud," Geun Woo complained, but it was swiftly ignored. 

"And then there's Choi. Yes, he's not all that pleasant of a person, but his writing is anything but. Gentle, and lovely. And don't even get me started with Dae Soo and her frightening stories. Mideum might not be the best with reasoning, but you are good at keeping your readers on their toes. San Jung. Well, what more can I say? She's the backbone of this country's literature." 

"Yep."

Unlike all the other authors who had looked perplexed by what had sounded like either a compliment or an insult, San Jung acknowledged her place with confidence. When it came to writing, she was a person who was neither yielding, nor modest. Then, lastly, Seo Joong moved on to Yun Woo.

"Last, but not least, our young, genius novelist, himself, who's more than adequate, to say the least." 

Juho felt that the word 'adequate' was far from describing him accurately, thinking that he still had a ways to go as an author. With that, he raised both of his hands and said, "Go easy on me now."

Then, Mideum slammed her beer mug on the table, shouting, "You know, my heart starts beating like crazy when I think about how these authors will portray death." 

"I've been meaning to ask, but is she drunk?"

"No way. A few beers isn't enough to get her drunk." 

"I'm telling you, I can never tell."

Sang and Seo Joon said in turn, and finishing her last bit of beer, Mideum ordered herself another glass. She was quite the drinker and seemed like she was capable of drinking three times as much as everyone else in the room. 

As Juho stared at her intently, Mideum asked as if misinterpreting his gaze, "Would you like some?"

"No, thank you."

"C'mon, now. Teenagers tend to want to try everything at least once out of curiosity, you know?"

At that, he realized that there was no way to talk himself out of the situation.

"So, would you like some?" Mideum said, shaking the new cup that had just arrived at the table with the beer. 

At that moment, Dae Soo gave her a slap on the back, "What do you think you're doing!?"

At the same time, Juho saw Sang lowering his hand, as if he had been just about to offer Juho some alcohol. 

"Yun Woo. You make sure to learn your drinking etiquette from no one other than your parents."

"Of course. I didn't even feel like drinking, anyway."

"Atta boy!" 

With that, Juho took a drink off his Coke as if to prove himself to Dae Soo, and Dong Gil and Joon Soo smiled with satisfaction. The club seemed to be made up of a healthy balance of adults who were both good and bad influences. 

"How should we go about writing our epilogues? Should we write something about the first issue?" 

"We can also publish one piece at a time."

"Hm. What should we do?"

Although the plans of publishing their own magazine were still in their early stages, the faces of the authors discussing them couldn't be happier. Planning for an anticipated future always brought about joy. 

"Oh! We're gonna need a name. What should we name our magazine? Death? Like our topic?"

"That would be the simplest and the most straightforward."

"But isn't that kind of… ominous for the name of our first issue?" 

"Yeah. Something tells me that our first issue will be our last." 

"There have been plenty of famous literary magazines like that, though."

"Well, we're just starting off. We shouldn't be thinking about the end already." 

As Juho listened quietly, he brought up a thought that rushed past his mind, "'The Beginning and the End.'"

"What?"

"'The Beginning and the End.' How's that for a title? After all, there's nothing in this world that says death marks the end of our lives." 

"Not bad…! Not bad at all!" Mideum agreed enthusiastically, and Sang Jung nodded quietly as well, looking like she had lost interest in the matter. 

After contemplating for some time, Dae Soo said, "OK. We'll decide on 'The Beginning and the End' as our working title for now. Once we come up with a better title, we'll change it then."

At that moment, the door opened, and everyone looked toward it. It was Madame Song, who had come by to greet her regulars while things were slowing down in the restaurant. And everyone greeted her welcomingly. 

"Madame Song! The food is amazing as usual!" 

Needless to say, the person who was the most excited to see her was Mideum, and Madame Song expressed her gratitude by smiling like a bear cub.

"You guys are running low on drinks, right? I'll go bring some more."

"You're seriously the best, Madame Song."

She greeted the authors one by one, and when she saw San Jung, a cheerful expression appeared on her face. 

"Oh, my! It's been ages! How's life in the mountains?"

"Good. I love your cooking still."

"While you're all here, eat up. You guys are writers, so you need all the energy you can get."

"Thank you!" 

Then, as San Jung dropped her head slightly, Madame Song turned her attention to Juho. 

"Juho! It's been a while since I've seen you too! I love that you're getting along with all these authors. How are they treating you? If any one of these people pick on you, you let me know."

"C'mon, Madame Song. You don't really think we'll do something like that, do you?" Mideum asked proudly, as if completely forgetting she had been about to offer Juho a drink.

Yum Woo is the youngest author in history to enter the literature world. His debut work was a massive hit but this success was short lived for the unprepared.

A miraculous second chance comes his way one day.

This is the beginning of that journey.

RECAP
I hope you can keep a secret
I"ve run out of duffell bags so i don't really know how i'll take care of you
Next time life wants to push me to the edge
It'll account for mental disorders especially psychopathy
Funny how this all started the day my cookie crumbled."I finish reciting the poem then I hear footsteps. I run back to my room and lock the door.
"DANIELLE, YOUR MOM LET ME IN." I hear Christian stay and I don't move from my bed.
"What is the poem?" I ask skeptically.
"Do I have to recite the whole thing?" He asks in despair.
"Yes."
"ugh! I  remember the first time we had sex. How you asked me if we'd ever get the chance. You said you'd tell me your "number" As if that'd be enough to convince me, enough satisfaction to dismiss my only promise to myself by being one of 64 to know. How honored. You said "how 'bout just the tip" And "all you have to say is stop" But I never said GO or stopped saying NO. How funny. I remember how you pinned me down And propped my legs in front of you so I couldn't move. How "just the tip" became a painful push And how afraid I was to push away. How romantic. I remember saying how uncomfortable I was and yelling STOP, and how when it was over you were happy. You seemed so proud and I was shocked by what you said… "Does this mean you buy me lunch tomorrow?" I left feeling disgusted, violated and guilty. I convinced myself that losing my virginity was my fault when having sex shouldn't cause blame at all. How confusing. For several months you had convinced me that I gave consent and rape was impossible for people who're "together" and that sex was now okay but not just okay— Sex was an obligation. It's expected. And I shouldn't have been surprised when suddenly one day you were seeing someone else. I was a toy and you were selfish. How disgusting. Well, I hope you're happy, I mean who wouldn't be if they got away with what you did? And your 65th, I pray to God, won't feel like I did. By dazeofmyxlife. Is that enough for you to verify that it's me Danielle?" He asks and I finally get up from my bed and I open the door for him.
"I found another poem." I say as he engulfs me in his arms.
"Recite it."
" There's people i understand to a high level
We call each other friends i the feeling is mutual
We laugh, drink, dine and merry
When we're together everything feels jolly
Frankly I'm amazed sometimes
How they love and understand me
I'm not sure animals and fruits are supposed to be friends with humans
But I'm sure i got a few
I've got a fish, cow, mouse, goat, an almond
And a few gems too
I've got an amber and a couple others I'd rather not say
I've got one of America's president in my collection too
I've even got the CEO of Nhentai
I have many other people that understand me
It's too bad i can't rhymes their names in
But maybe Teni will tell me
Or I'll run with Sharon
Write an essay on this with Ese
Then 'll take it to Stephanie who's name still rhymes with Bethany
Or this king on my list named Akin
I might need a car to ride in
I know exactly who too call
I'll keep a doll inside it
And maybe paint it black
Then when I'm thinking of traveling the world
I've got Alexander the great
And if my Knee's cold I've got Nicole.
And a pretty catchy tune i call SMD
Man I've got a lot of friends
The radio just stopped airing
Chill I'll call Eri
It'll be fixed in a jiffy
I think I've got pearls too
Specifically one named Pelz
And my dance teacher Anita who's name rhymes with senorita
She dances to the Mystiqal DJ
Who plays tunes produced my Vhictor keyz
I think I've got some more left
But I'd have to visit Iyaba left
If i want to rhyme their names next
I've got people i understand
And I'm happy i call them friends."
"It looks like it was written by a different person."
"I agree with you. All we need to do is track down every single person and ask them what they know about my mom and bayo." I say and he nods in response.
"The first person on the list is the CEO of Nhentai."
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Danielle is bent on finding the reason behind the death of her father and those around her. With the help of her sworn enemy, Damien, they embark on the journey to find the reason behind his death and those around her. 
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"Good poem! This poem of Gao Gongzi is so lonely and missed. Xiaosheng has been studying for many years and has never seen such a good poem!"
"Unexpectedly, Gao Gongzi would be able to make such a good poem. I am waiting to admire him. It seems that the first talented person is Gao Gongzi!"
"Yes, we support Young Master Gao!"
Several literati stood up and applauded. Yan Chu glanced at them. It turned out that they were all childcares invited by Gao Jin.
"Miss Oiran, I think Gao Gongzi's poem is the best love poem in the world, what do you think?" A nursery said deliberately.
Oiran frowned, and she saw it for the first time in today's battle.
"Gao Gongzi's poem is indeed the best love a little girl has ever heard, but this poem has gone through the vicissitudes of life, and sorrow is revealed, and Gao Gongzi's life is proud of his youth, and he did not chant the poem when he was just singing the poem... "
The oiran shook his head regretfully: "Master Gao, I'm afraid you are not the first person to be a talented person."
"What do you mean!"
Gao Jin, who was originally triumphant, suddenly sank, and directly threw the hip flask in his hand to the ground.
 The rest of the literati nursery also said: "Miss Oiran, as long as the poem is good, it's enough, and you haven't mentioned any requirements for poems. Could it be that you Drunk Xianfang want to play tricks?
Oiran couldn't get off stage for a while, and Gao Jin wanted to rush to the stage directly.
At this moment, Yan Chu suddenly said: "Don't worry, everyone hasn't composed poems yet. The title of the world's number one love poem may not belong to Master Gao."
"The surname is Li, there is no place for you to speak here, go back to your Yongan City!" Gao Jin said fiercely.
Yan Chu's face sank, and he directly summoned the ink shadow sword, and put it directly on Gao Jin's neck.
Tnnd, I want to pretend, who can stop me?
Gao Jin shuddered, and a cold sweat broke out on his head. He reluctantly smiled and said, "Brother Li, just yin, even yin..."
Yan Chu snorted coldly and retracted the ink shadow sword.
Qi Wenhan's eyes condensed, he noticed that the flying sword in Yan Chu's hand was actually an immortal weapon.
Others can't tell. He, the sixth prince who has been used to seeing babies since he was a child, can tell at a glance.
Senior Yan is really extraordinary, and the Thunder Sect is by no means an ordinary school!
I just don't know what poem this senior Yan can make.
Yan Chu drank a glass of wine, then gently shook his head, and said:
"The slender cloud is a coincidence, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver guy is dark,"
"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they win but countless in the world."
"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, bear with me and return home from Queqiao!"
"If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the future!"
The song "The Magpie Bridge" has been passed down through the ages in the world of the previous life. Yan Chu casually chanted it, and it was amazing!
 The talented literati in the flower boat fell into silence for a while, savoring the affection in this poem.
Qi Wenhan was even more deeply shocked. He kept recalling the poems and said in his heart:
This poem by Senior Yan is truly the first love poem in the ages. Who can compete with him for the title of the top talented man in the world?
"Mr. Li, Xiaosheng... nothing to say!" A literati opened his mouth, trying to compliment Yan Chu, but he didn't know what words to use.
In addition to the first love poem of the ages, what other words can describe this "magpie bridge"?
"Master Li, the students are willing to worship Master Li as a teacher, even if they are holding an umbrella and rubbing ink for Master Li, there is no complaint!"
A song "The Magpie Bridge", on the spot made these arrogant talents bow their heads, and even bow their knees to apprentice!
Even a rough person like Gao Jin is convinced by Yan Chu's poems and doesn't know what to say.
"This poem of Li Gongzi is the first love poem in the ages, and I am willing to recognize Li Gongzi as the first genius!"
"Yes, Li Gongzi is the head of the talent, Miss Oiran should fulfill her promise!"
"Miss Oiran, don't keep talking, what on earth is this poem!"
The oiran put down the lute, hesitated for a moment, had to admit:
"The poem of Li Gongzi is indeed well-deserved, and the slave family...will belong to Li Gongzi tonight..."
 In the tone, there is a bit of helplessness and sadness, and a bit of decomposition.
The flower boat girl pushed in, with respect on her face, and said to Yan Chu:
"Li Gongzi's "The Magpie Bridge" is indeed the first of the talented people. This is the famous brand of Miss Oiran. When Li Gongzi got it, he got Miss Oiran."
Yan Chu had a guilty conscience when he took over the famous brand.
Not to mention this life, he has never been to any bad place in his previous life.
How to behave in a while to appear less novice? ?
There was a faint fragrance on the oiran's name tag, and Yan Chu received it, making others envied it.
"Young Master Li!"
Gao Jin suddenly shouted at this moment.
Yan Chu looked at Gao Jin, wondering if this kid would do something again, right?
However, he saw Gao Jin hand over his hands and said: "Gao Jin is convinced of the talent of Li Gongzi. In the future, Gao Jin will work hard to study. Ten years later, he will compete with Li Gongzi!"
What the hell?
Why is it a ten-year appointment?
But Yan Chu didn't mind.
Anyway, ten years later, Gao Jin was looking for Li Zeyang, who had nothing to do with Yan Chu.
He nodded casually, then turned over Miss Oiran's name tag impatiently.
What is the name of this beautiful oiran?
The moment Yan Chu turned over the famous brand, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
Qi Wenhan leaned over curiously. After seeing the name on the name tag, he said in confusion: "The last name is Joe? It's a good last name."
 Gao Jin also said: "Miss Oiran is true to her name, Qiao Biluo...what a good name!"
That's right, Oiran's name is Joe Biluo.
Yan Chu's hand holding the famous brand suddenly trembled.
He never expected it.
I have already crossed it, and actually became the top one of His Highness Qiao Biluo!
It's no wonder that this oiran has always shown people from his back, he turned out to be a back killer!
Turning around, I'm afraid I don't want to see a hundreds-year-old grandmother!
"Senior Yan, what's the matter with you?" Qi Wenhan asked in doubt when he saw Yan Chu's face was not good.
Yan Chu beckoned to Gao Jin silently.
"What advice does Li Gongzi have?" Gao Jin asked.
"This stuff is given to you, and the poem just now is also given to you. From today on, you are the number one talented person in the world, and Qiao Biluo is yours too!"
After Yan Chu stuffed the famous brand into Gao Jin's hands, he jumped out of the flower boat directly through the window!
"Young Master Li!?"
"Senior Yan?!"
Yan Chu jumped out of the flower boat, rushed to the entrance of Zuixianfang, and tore down the banner, torn to pieces!
 His mouth kept muttering: I am not the number one, I am not the number one, I am not the number one...
"What's wrong with Li Gongzi?"
"The literary talent is somewhat mad. If you are not mad, how can you write such a romantic love poem?"
"It makes sense, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Li Gongzi Zhennai Shixian Xianfan!"
Gao Jin held the name tag and suddenly reacted: "So, Qiao Biluo belongs to me?"
The flower boat girl hesitated: "Yes, it's true..."
When Gao Jin heard this, he was ecstatic and rushed towards the oiran: "Miss Joe, let's get drunk tonight!"
What Ling Gao Jin didn't expect was that Qiao Biluo, who was sitting on the stage like a virgin, suddenly waved his pipa and smashed it directly on Gao Jin's face. Then, like Yan Chu, he climbed the window and jumped out!
"What's the situation again!!"
"It's Li Gongzi's literary talent that makes Miss Qiao obsessed, Miss Qiao is going to elope with Li Gongzi!"
"It's a song and tearful love story. I have creative inspiration again. After I go home, I will be able to write a good poem that shocks the world!
"Prince Li, Miss Qiao, we bless you! You must be happy!!"

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