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

June 3, 2012 – Sunday 10 am – Okuba, Nabla
""""""Dear Payew, 
Congratulations! On behalf of Rinowra School of Ouigab, I am pleased to announce of your admission into the 12th grade for this coming 2012 – 2013 school year.
The academic achievements you have achieved within your school reflect what we value, respect, and expect from our students. Ambition, compassion, and curious intellect are the foundations of the Rinowra School experience. Be proud to have joined a select group of students. 
For 72 years, students who have entered Rinowra School have left prepared for success in their college education. Rinowra graduates gain a clear advantage among their peers and boast an admission rate of over 90% into the best universities around the world. We believe that the personalized education we provide and are still striving to improve, allows our students to thrive both in the campus and in their future studies.
Payew, we are excited that you have been accepted to join the Rinowra School Class of 2013. Please review the enclosed 'Checklist' for the next steps needed to make our school a part of your future. If you … """""""
I'm accepted. I'm surprised. Even though I'm the top of my grade in my high school, it's a fact that public schools in general are lacking compared to those high schools for the rich. However, I know I deserve it. Even though I'm from a public high school, I've given extra effort to study and read outside the curriculum to be number 1.
I actually don't care about being number 1 in my school; I just followed Tayaw's advice. Before he went off to college, he said 'Don't just study hard for the sake of studying. Make sure that every lesson on the textbook; know how to apply them in real life.' It was hard at first. If it was how I studied before, I would just memorize things and I'm good. But when I started studying and researching on each subjects, my reading basically multiplied. 
Thankfully, knowing how to apply them to practice made the stuff I read go down easier. The amount of information I also process while studying made me realize I've become smarter. I can connect information easier, and my memory improved as well. While I reduced the time of reading, my time applying the knowledge increased.
"That's the admission letter? Congratulations man." Tayaw said when he saw the letter on my hand. He came for a visit again after coming from Italy as an acclaimed movie director. I can't believe a world famous director is still sleeping in a bunk bed in my bedroom. 
"Yeah. It sounded braggy." I said. "Well. They have the right to. That's why I chose it for you." Tayaw said. 
Instead of applying to the Preparatory High School near dad's auto shop like the family talked about, Tayaw instead had me apply at Rinowra in Ouigab. It's not a boarding school, but still one of the best private high schools in the whole Northern Teungeb.
"mm. That's good. It actually won't make a difference what you study. Just study the way you're doing, and you'll be fine." Tayaw said. He's assuring me, but I'm honestly anxious. 
"Hah. Easy for you to say. I heard they're full of snobby kids from rich families." I said. "Hey. That school is different. They only care about grades. Sure, there may be a lot of rich kids there, but if they worked hard in studying, I bet they did not have the time to learn to be snobby." Tayaw said. 
"I'm jealous of you man. You didn't study hard in high school and now, according to dad, you can now retire if you want to and go for vacation for the rest of your life. I wish I'm an author too." I said. Sincerely, but I hid it in a jesting tone. I know though that I'm not an artist like him. Writing songs, writing books, and making a movie, and I don't even know how to do them even if I'm given millions of BGCs to start. I can say for sure because since Tayaw became a famous author, I've tried writing songs and stories in my spare time. 
"Hey. Play to your strengths. You're book smart and you can apply what you learn in real life. Just look at your garden in the backyard. I would not believe you grew that from just the knowledge you read from books. Look at your old game boy, you fixed it yourself after looking it up on the internet. Not everyone can do that." Tayaw said, which consoled me.
"Strength. Is that why mom and dad don't care if Agew don't get high grades? Making good vases is his strength?" I asked. 
"Exactly. And painting stuff too. He's good with his hands.  Now. Do you like learning things?" Tayaw asked. "Yes. It was fun measuring the area of our lot, how much of it is occupied by the house, how much is spare for other stuff. You know that whe-" "Alright. The point is you're having fun doing it. As long as you're having fun doing something productive, it's good." Tayaw said and went back to fiddling with his laptop. 
Why is he always busy? He's already rich and he just finished a movie. "What are you doing?" I asked out of curiosity. "Oh. I've wrote a lot of songs, but I can't possibly perform them all. I'm writing them down to sell. " Tayaw replied. 'Possibly'? "Just how many songs have you written?" I asked. "I don't know. Thousands? I'm sorting out the best ones." He explained as if it's no big deal.
"thousands… Then that's hundreds of albums, huh?" I read on the internet that an album at least have 7 or 8 songs as long as they're 31 minutes or more combined. "No. It's not that simple. Most of them are not good enough." He said. "So aside from writing books you wrote the lyrics too? How did you write lyrics for thousands of songs?" I asked, overwhelmed by the amount of work it will take. "What? Ah. I've misspoke. The songs I'm talking about are just the music. I've not written lyrics for them yet." He said. 
Still, that's a lot of work. "I see. Is that American band the only people you've sold songs to?" "Sold-.. Yes. They're the only ones for now. Hey. How's your English by the way?" Tayaw asked me suddenly. "It's going okay, I guess. I'm listening to recorded radio shows. I'm making some simple poems to practice too." I said. Whenever I do gardening or walk to and from school, I've recently gotten into radio shows. Aside from that, I also listen to Tayaw's English songs. 
"Poems? What type of poems?" Tayaw asked, showing interest, which he usually doesn't. Now I wish I had not told him about the poems. "They're just for practice. They're not anything special." I said. "Why?" "Well, because it's not formal English. I'm just writing casual stuff to remember new words I learned." I said.
"That's good. That's good. Do you write Teungebian poems too?" He asked, thankfully not insisting. "Yeah. I use them to memorize stuff so they don't really form … coherent stories." I explained. It's fun doing them. Since elementary school, long before I studied using Tayaw's 'apply into practice' style, I always wrote poems to memorize stuff easier instead of acronyms that I always forget. "That's good. Let's say you don't have to use formal writing, and you form coherent stories, can you still write poems?" He asked. Can't he just ask if I can write actual poems?
"Yeah. I think so. I don't know if they're good though. Why?" I asked. "Well, can you let me take a look at your poems?" He brought it up again. I know he will insist or bribe. But I feel guilty whenever he bribes using stuff that are much more valuable than the simple things he wants from me. I also know he doesn't like embarrassing people, so I guess I just have to show him. "Alright." 
A minute later, *flip* *flip* *flip* "hmm… mmm.. mmhhhmm.. hmm? Hmm." basing on his expression, at least he doesn't seem to hate it. "You wanna move in my house at Ouigab?" He suddenly asked. "On August?" I asked. "On August. My bed room is large enough for two beds." He explained. So, he has a house too in Ouigab? He can afford it but he never told mom and dad he bought one. 
"Yeah? Why can't just get a spare room then?" I asked. It's a valid question. If he bought a house, then he definitely bought a large one just like the one he bought in New York. "Well. You know the band I played with in my YouTube Channel? They live with me. We make music." He explained. It makes sense now. At least I know now that he's at least not living alone. He's even living 1,2,3 …  6 people! He's living with more people than he did when he was living here. He's not lonely. 
"Alright! I'll go." I'm excited. It's only two months and I can't wait. 
"You're 16 now. Had your driver's license yet?" He asked. "YEAHP. But.. Dad doesn't allow me to drive by myself when I drive here to and from his workshop in Jebung … He gets yell-y too, but I get why." I said. "Hmm? That's a long drive. SO you're driving to his workshop now huh." He said in surprise. It is understandable. 65 kilometers, more than an hour drive on zig zags is tough. "At first, I would always feel spent. But now, I don't feel as tired." I assured, when I saw the worried look on his face. 
"Alright. Be careful. If you can drive safely without even leaving a scratch on dad's van, I may even buy you a car when you get to Ouigab." He said. I'm gob smacked. I don't even know what to say.

A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment 

Title : Jack of Arts

Synopsis:
Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world.
"Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation"
- Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner
"I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better."
- Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner.
"Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era."
- Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee.

"I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!"
- Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor.




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A ground work for a novel idea in the future.
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English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks

Her grandfather was laughing heartily. He seemed to have become 10 years younger.
 
"Did you tell your professor why you chose that pen name?" He asked. He was talking about Jiang Yue's school life abroad. At the age of 16, Jiang Yue was already recognized as a famous poet in her high school. 
 
At first, people started to get interested in her poems not because of the content, but because of her funny pen name, Baobao. However, when they read the content of her poems, they were amazed by how sentimental it is. They started loving her and sharing her works on social media, giving her instant fame. Of course, no one knew what she looked like.
 
"Yes. I tried to explain its meaning, but he wanted me to change it. In the end, I just stopped writing for the school paper. He later apologized and promised to retain my pen name so I would continue writing for the high school ." She answered.
 
"How amusing! When that child Minghua showed me one of your poems online, I almost laughed at some of the comments. The online world is a scary thing." Her grandfather said, clearly delighted by her stories.
 
"Here you go. I especially baked these cookies. I know you love them." Wang Minghua passed her a plate full of freshly baked cookies as he proudly informed her about his newly acquired baking skills. He had learned just to show off to his favorite cousin Jiang Yue.
 
The father and son banter ended just minutes after Jiang Yue and Wang Guiren left and they both followed them into the mansion's lounge. 
 
She picked up one of the cookies and quickly shoved it into her mouth. "This is good!" She nodded in approval.
 
"I didn't know you had it in you. Wow!" She mumbled while picking up another piece of cookie. She gave her cousin a big smile. Wang Minghua was already 20 years old this year. He was more than 2 years older than her. He is a very good looking guy with delicate white skin and their family's signature silver-gray eyes. He had a lean and tall body that towered over her 171 cm height. He could pass as a model or even an actor.
 
"So... I already spoke  to Headmistress Lu. She knows you will arrive later today. At first, she directly refused when I told her, but when she saw your accomplishments abroad she reluctantly agreed. Minghua will accompany you to the school later." Her grandfather suddenly said with a stern voice.
 
"What's wrong?" Her uncle asked after he noticed his father's change of mood.
 
"The headmistress is Lu Shi's cousin. I'm worried she will bully Little Yue." Wang Guiren answered.
 
"Relax grandfather. I can handle myself." She assured him. She remembered that Wang Guiren almost had a heart attack when he heard about Jiang Chanming's marriage with Lu Shi. Since then, he had been at odds with the Jiang Family. The only reason he had not done anything against the Jiang's because of his granddaughter.
 
Her grandfather just nodded without saying anything. They continued to talk about random things then had lunch together.
 
After lunch, Wang Minghua accompanied her to Xin City International School in order to meet with the headmistress and familiarize herself with the new environment. It was just around 1 pm in the afternoon when they arrived at the  school. They decided to go directly to the Headmistress' office. However, what they didn't expect was that the news of two good looking people walking down the hallway had already spread far across the campus.
 
"Have you heard? Young Master Wang is here in our school with a very beautiful lady. Do you think she is his girlfriend?"
 
"I heard Young Master Wang has no girlfriend. Have you seen the lady? Everyone said she is as beautiful as a  painting."
 
"Hey everyone! I saw them. I just saw Young Master Wang with the most beautiful lady that I have ever seen in my whole life!"
 
"Stop exaggerating! There is no one prettier than me. I believe Young Master Wang will fall in love with me if we meet."
 
"Hahaha stop dreaming! You're  not even fit to clean Young Master Wang's shoes!"
 
"Hey, I noticed she also has silver eyes just like Young Master Wang. Maybe she is a relative?"
 
"Now that you mention it, Young Master Wang does have a cousin with the same gray eyes."
 
Of course, this conversation didn't escape Jiang Mian's ears. She clenched her fist. She knows they are talking about Jiang Yue, her older sister. She knows that Jiang Yue is pretty close to the Wang Family. Still, she couldn't stop feeling envious. Jiang Yue is escorted by one of the most famous bachelors in the city. How could she be so lucky?
 
"Hey... Jiang Mian... Jiang Mian, can you hear us?" She felt someone pat her shoulders.
 
"Sorry. You were saying something?" She asked. She must have spaced out earlier.
 
"We were asking you about your step-sister. We heard from someone that she will attend this school and was especially escorted by Young Master Wang earlier."
 
"I...I don't know. My mother told me earlier that she will stay in the country, so she called our headmistress to ask if she could accept Jiang Yue, but she said that it is already too late to enroll, so she will go to school next year instead." She answered.
 
"Isn't she Young Master Wang's cousin? That must be the reason why he accompanied her earlier. They must have used their influence to get inside." One of her classmates said.
 
"How despicable! That's why I hate influential people. The Wang family must have donated millions to the school so they would accept her."
 
"Hmp. She is just a pretty face, using her influence to her advantage!"
 
"No...I...I'm sure my elder sister didn't mean to do that. Maybe she-"
 
"Jiang Mian, stop covering for your elder sister. She is just another arrogant brat from one of the four prestigious families. I will be disappointed if she joins us in the special section. I'm afraid she would use her influence to bully us." One of Jiang Mian's friends comforted her. Though Jiang Mian looked pitiful and sad, she felt deeply happy inside. She couldn't wait to tell her mother about today's matter.
 
Jiang Mian was not sure about the effects of her sister's arrival, but she was excited for the days to come.

Edited by Alaedja+ Cajun.Lesi

*COMPLETED*

If she could use any three words to describe herself, Jiang Yue would say that she is rich, beautiful, and extremely smart. Unfortunately, she took these for granted in her past life, causing her downfall. 

After reincarnating to her fifteen year old self, Jiang Yue wants only three things: to build an empire, spend more time with the people who love her and live a happy life. 

...

In his past life, he was unable to express his love for Jiang Yue. 

Now that he has reincarnated, all he wants to do is show Jiang Yue how much he loves her. 

If she wants only three things, then he wants only three things: to build an empire for her, to spend more time with her, and live a happy life with her. 

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Mixed with a little hint of mind-boggling mysteries and secrets, what happens when two reincarnated individuals meet and fall in love?

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"Do you believe in reincarnation?" Fu Jin's question instantly made Jiang Yue froze. She remembered how she was the one who asked this question when they first met.

"Of course I do." She answered. She was the living proof that reincarnation existed. "Why are you asking that?"

"Well... if I tell you that I reincarnated just to make you mine, would you believe me?" His question immediately gave Jiang Yue goosebumps.

She did not answer him, instead, she turned around so she could face him.

Their gazes met.

"Then if you were given a chance to reincarnate, would you find me again and make me yours?" She asked.

"Of course." He answered, as he tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "I would find you and wait for you Mrs. Fu. Even if it would have taken million years and million lifetimes."

Fu Jin's answer instantly made Jiang Yue smile. However, this time, a mysterious light flashed in her eyes.

Maybe, Fu Jin's words were true.

Maybe, he also reincarnated just like her.

And maybe... just maybe, their souls were already connected, long before they reincarnated.

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𝐿𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝒟𝑜𝓀𝒾 𝒟𝑜𝓀𝒾 𝐿𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒞𝓁𝓊𝒷 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑀.𝒞 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝓊𝒷 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒶 𝒫𝑜𝑒𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝓊𝒷 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒜𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝒾𝓀𝒶 

-On a bright Morning The rise M.C stretches and gets out of bed He brushes his teeth and gets leave we walks down the street until he reaches the corner waiting for Sayori as normal-

M.C: Again it's time to wait for her shes always late why do I even wake up at this time knowing she will be leaving out late 

-Just then someone loudly calls for M.C he immediately thinks it's Sayori but the Voice was Higher Pitched-

M.C!  M.C! Hey It's me Natsuki!

M.C: Natsuki? What are you doing here I thought you been was in school why you here?

Natsuki: I was on my way to school and decided to come a different route we should walk to school together come on let's go

M.C: But I normally wait for Sayori-

-Natsuki begins to pout she was rather upset about the response that he gave her-

M.C: Fine I'll just let Sayori know when she comes to school that You wanted to walk to school together

-They both begins to walk meanwhile in the distance Sayori was watching She begins to become sad at the sight of them leaving without her she starts walking a different way to school-

-In school Monika Was watching Sayori Come into school first She begins to smile softly then goes to her she greets Sayori then takes her to her class-

-The end of the day in the classroom M.C walks in and sees Sayori in the corner her eyes seem Gloomy he walks over to her-

M.C: Hey sayori sorry for not walking you to school today we can walk home together though and also what did you write your poem to?

-Sayori looks up then her eyes become bright again trying to hide her sadness She smiles softly-

Sayori: Duh I can't tell you that We just have to wait for Monika and we can read the poems to the club members 

-Just then Yuri, Natsuki and Monika all walked in Monika had a small smirk then looks at everyone she begins speaking to everyone- 

Monika: Alright members take your seats!

-Everyone sets down and looks at Monika-

Monika: Yesterday assignment was to write a poem to someone in the class and we share out instead we go to each person and share what we wrote

-Everyone gets up and Walks to each other Yuri walks over to M.C-

Yuri: My poem was for you M.C I hope you like it

-She begins reading her poem It was Nice and Timid It was mysterious and uses strong words to express herself on paper when she was finished they both talked about their poems-

-Sayori walks over to M.C and reads her poem to her she uses Fantasy words and words to express love she was excited to see M.C response-

M.C: Woah that was great and wonderful Sayori you really know how to write a poem 

-Natsuki starts reading hers She uses cute words and Cute things to express herself on palate she also drew a cute bunny rabbit in the corner of the paper- 

M.C: I didn't know you like so much cute things Natsuki That's awesome

-She begins to Puff her cheeks and looks away she calls him and Baka then goes back to her seat-

-Lastly was Monika She uses mysterious words and strong words similar to Yuri however it was a different side to it almost like it was dark and Creepy a bit M.C didn't say anything about it-

M.C: Woah this is kinda Dark but this was great Monika I didn't know you like dark things

Monika: Yes I do I love making the story dark and Mysterious it brings out the tone of the book and makes the mood great when your reading it alone

-Monika gets Up and goes back the front of the room she gets ready to make a announcement- 

Monika: As you may know the school festival is coming soon so we need to make a bunch of things happen we need a lot of Writing and lots of cupcakes are you ready to share your Poems to the world?!

Yuri: N-No I'm not ready I didn't think we need to share our poems to the world I don't think I'm ready to

Natsuki: Aw come on Yuri brighten up this is a chance for the Club to become famous it's a change for the club to become packed with new members

Yuri: Y-Yes I suppose your right

Monika: Alright M.C you will be helping Yuri out on Saturday and Helping Natsuki out on Sunday and Sayori you can help me and write lots of cool Poems

-Sayori looks sad for a bit knowing she wouldn't be around M.C like that however she brightens up and becomes happy again- 

Sayori: O-Ok!

-After the club Sayori waits for M.C she looks around and sees him but with Yuri instead she walks over to him-

Sayori: Hey are we waking home together?

M.C: Sorry sayori but today Yuri wants me to come over her house to get ready for the School Festival She wants to make some good ideas for the banners

-Sayori looks away sadly she then looks at M.C changing her expression to happy again-

Sayori: T-That's ok alright I'll see you later then 

-Sayori begins looking down then leaves M.C sees her looking down he notice she have been sad lately and haven't been her normal self- 

M.C: Sayori.....

-M.C and Yuri begins walking to her house meanwhile Monika standing in then window Watching her eyes was dark green with the same devilish smirk on her face-

Monika: M.C you will be mine one way or another Teehee~



About William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth was a great english romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads (1798). Here are some of his other best poems along with The Prelude to be read and shared.
Browse all poems and texts published on William WordsworthWordsworth's famous poem is generally considered to be The Prelude, a semiautobiographical poem of his early years that he revised and expanded a number of times. It was posthumously titled and published, before which it was generally known as "the poem to Coleridge".
 
William Wordsworth Poems
" As faith thus sanctified the warrior's crest"
"Advance - Come Forth From Thy Tyrolean Ground"
"And Is It Among Rude Untutored Dales"
"Avaunt All Specious Pliancy Of Mind"
"Behold Vale! I Said, When I Shall Con"
"Brave Schill! By Death Delivered"
"Brook! Whose Society The Poet Seeks"
"By Moscow Self-Devoted To A Blaze"
"Call Not The Royal Swede Unfortunate"
"When I Have Borne In Memory"
"Yes! Thou Art Fair, Yet Be Not Moved"
"Young England--What Is Then Become Of Old"
'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love
A Character
A Complaint
A Fact, And An Imagination, Or, Canute And Alfred, On The Seashore
A Farewell
A Flower Garden At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire.
A Gravestone Upon The Floor In The Cloisters Of Worcester Cathedral
A Jewish Family In A Small Valley Opposite St. Goar, Upon The Rhine
A Morning Exercise
A Narrow Girdle Of Rough Stones And Crags,
A Night Thought
A Night-Piece
A Parsonage In Oxfordshire
A Poet! He Hath Put His Heart To School
A Poet's Epitaph
A Prophecy. February 1807
A Sketch
A Slumber did my Spirit Seal

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Around him, people's blood boiled with excitement!

"Where's Zhang Ye?"

"That's the one!"

"It's really him!"

"I was just saying that he looked familiar!"

"Why is Zhang Ye here at our school?"

"Ah, that's the one that Mengmeng introduced. He is her brother?"

"How could that be? Mengmeng's brother is actually the famous Zhang Ye? Oh right, right! I think Mengmeng did mention that her brother is a big star! I thought she was joking! I was still wondering why her brother was wearing those shades in such a dark place!"

"Aiyo! I really like ‘Zhang Ye's Talk Show’!"

"Me too, me too, but my mum doesn't allow me to watch. She said it would affect my studies. Hmmph. I’ve always secretly watched it under my blanket. It's really too funny!"

"I've finally seen a star!"

"I must get a signature later!"

Mengmeng's classmates were all chattering away together by now. Of course, there were many other students who did not know who Zhang Ye was. So they asked around.

Teacher Leng and a few other form teachers, along with Brother Yang and the other parents, nearly vomited blood. Although they managed to guess who that person was, when he took off his shades and revealed that familiar face to them, they still looked like they were surprised! No one would have expected that Zhang Ye would attend their school's New Year party! No one expected that Cao Mengmeng's brother would be Zhang Ye — He was the idol of Teacher Leng and the person that Brother Yang had just criticized as someone who did not know how to write love poems!

When Teacher Leng saw her idol, who was also a guardian of her student, she became very excited. The other parents were also very happy to see a celebrity here.

Only one person was left a little embarrassed!

The person, who was most affected by Zhang Ye's revelation, was Brother Yang!

Just a while ago, Brother Yang had been commenting on Zhang Ye's works. According to him as a professional editor of a publishing house, he had questioned Zhang Ye's ability in writing love poems. Although he had not commented on it loudly, the person he was talking about was sitting right beside him. Only a deaf man would not hear it! In his conclusion, Brother Yang had surmised that Zhang Ye's love poem writing skills were not good enough. Yet just a short while later, Zhang Ye had spontaneously composed this "To The Oak"  to rescue his sister's recital performance. This was truly bashing this Old Comrade Yang's face! His face had turned green at this moment!

Brother Yang had an expression that oscillated between crying and laughing as he looked at Zhang Ye, "Teacher Zhang, so it is not that you don't know how to compose a love poem? You can even do it from the female's point of view?"

Zhang Ye waved it off, "Mengmeng made it sound better than it was. I was just blindly composing. Blindly composing."

Teacher Leng interrupted, "How could that be blindly composing? "To The Oak" and "Flying bird and fish" are really too close to compare. They're really works of classic! The delicate tenacity and perseverance described in the poem, even though I'm a woman, I wouldn't be able to write that. Your talent....I really don't know how to put it!"

Brother Yang quickly added, "I apologize, Teacher Zhang. I said too much earlier. I even blindly commented that your composing level was too low. Hai, please don't judge me with that only!"

Zhang Ye laughed, "It's fine. I heard what you said earlier. You weren't wrong. I'm really not well versed in love poems and do not have much works to show for that."

Brother Yang sighed, "To me now, it's not that you aren't well versed in love poems. It's just that you do not wish to compose any. If you really wanted to, how could a love poem hold you back at all? Didn't this "To The Oak' just prove that? In the world of poetry, amongst the poets, you're definitely a master!"

"Eh, I can't accept that praise. I can't be considered a master." Zhang Ye kept shaking his head. In public, some titles given to you by others should never be accepted, even if they affirmed your status. This was a tradition of their countrymen and the basis of modesty and courtesy. Of course back at home with your parents, relatives, and close friends, you may boast all you want. You can say that you were a great poet living amongst mortals. You could even say you're the great grand-aunt reborn and no one would say a word!

The performance on stage continued.

The female host announced the next performance.

But Teacher Leng was already shaken up by the appearance of Zhang Ye and was no longer in any mood to continue watching.

Shortly after, Cao Mengmeng skipped back to her seat with a copy of the original script to "To The Oak" in her hands. She had a face full of joy and satisfaction. She had all the glory.

"Mengmeng!"

"Your recital was so good!"

"Why didn't you tell us that your brother is Zhang Ye!"

A few female classmates, who were close with Mengmeng, asked.

Cao Mengmeng smiled widely, "You wouldn't have believed me even if I said it."

Lili kept an aloof expression and pretended not to see or care about her.

She did not say a word. Instead, Cao Mengmeng went over and said, "Lili, are you convinced now?"

Lili pouted as she glanced at her, "I'm convinced by your brother, but not you. Hmmph, everyone knows your brother is a literary person. He wrote poems that made even the Writers' Association shut up. Your brother does this as a professional, if he gave a poem for you to recite, of course you'd get the glory. That's already unfair bullying!"

Cao Mengmeng laughed smugly.

"Mengmeng, can you get a signature from your brother for me?"

"Yea, Mengmeng. We will be counting on you."

"I want it too! My dad really likes Zhang Ye. When I get your brother's signature and show it off to him, even if I didn't do well for my final exams, he wouldn't punish me."

Cao Mengmeng's classmates were giving a lot of attention to her as they gathered around her.

Cao Mengmeng said high-spiritedly, with a wave of her hands, "Alright, I know what to do. Whoever wants a signature, get ready a book or paper ready for me. I will get it from my brother."

"Here!"

"Giving to you!"

"And mine!"

"I didn't bring any paper, sign it on my textbook!"

In the blink of an eye, Cao Mengmeng had collected a stack of books.

Teacher Leng kept eyeing the original script in Cao Mengmeng's hand every now and then. She finally clenched her teeth and asked Zhang Ye, "Teacher Zhang, is that the original script for 'To The Oak'?"

Zhang Ye acknowledged, "I guess it is."

Teacher Leng coughed, "About that....can you give that original script to me as a present?"

Zhang Ye laughed dryly, "It's just a random pamphlet that I got and wrote behind on. It's not really a script. If you really like it, I could write it properly for you?"

"No need, no need." Teacher Leng immediately answered, "This will do." To her, only the first original copy of "To The Oak" would be most precious. If it were to be written again, even if it's on better paper and properly written, it would not be as collectable as the first original copy.

Zhang Ye said, "Sure then. Of course you may have it." As he said that, he signaled to Mengmeng to come over, "Mengmeng, give the script to your Teacher Leng."

Cao Mengmeng walked over wondering, "Why?"

Teacher Leng quickly reached out her hands and took the script. She was careful not to fold it as she carefully placed it between a notebook that she carried around. Then she put the notebook back into her bag before smiling and saying, "Teacher wants to keep it for memories." She then turned to the side and said to Zhang Ye, "Thank you, Teacher Zhang."

Brother Yang, who was standing beside them, had wanted to have it too, but Teacher Leng made the move first. He could only smile bitterly and not say a thing, but to have witnessed such a great love poem at this place today, Brother Yang already felt very satisfied. He knew that he had not come in vain today and he could provide an article for a big piece of news tomorrow. He would have to get Teacher Leng to show him the original script later.

After that, Cao Mengmeng poured all of the books in her arms onto Zhang Ye and said cheekily, "Brother, it'll be hard on you. Please sign your autograph on my classmates' books."

Teacher Leng asked, "So many? Just sign a few, don't trouble Teacher Zhang."

"It's OK." Zhang Ye had always felt that if everyone gave him face, then he'd have to return the favour.

As a result, he signed each and every book, there were more than thirty books.

Teacher Leng blinked at him throughout waiting for Zhang Ye to finish signing on all of the books. Then she coughed and cleared her throat before coming forward to ask, "Then, Teacher Zhang, may I also ask for your autograph?"

Zhang Ye laughed, "Of course, you're being too polite."

Teacher Leng by now had lost all her composure as the form teacher of a class. She excitedly rummaged through her bag and took out her notebook for Zhang Ye to sign on. It looked like she was truly Zhang Ye's fan.

After he had signed it, Zhang Ye said, "Mengmeng's a naughty child. I hope you would help us take care of a her a little. If she causes any trouble in the future, you can look for me. I will scold her." Basically, he was asking Teacher Leng to give a little more attention in taking care of his cousin.

......

Slightly before 9PM.

The 15th Junior High's New Year Party had dispersed. The programs had all ended.

Zhang Ye said goodbye to a few parents and Teacher Leng. He was about to leave with Cao Mengmeng, but the school principal had found him, obviously knowing who he was by now.

"Teacher Zhang." The principal smiled and put out his hand.

"How are you, Principal?" Zhang Ye shook his hands.

The principal lamented, "I did not expect that you'd join us for the New Year's Party. If I knew, I would have invited you on stage to perform. It'd have been much better."

Zhang Ye said, "It's all about the children's performances today, I wouldn't want to crash the party."

The principal said, "That 'To The Oak' really opened my eyes today. With this poem of yours, our party today will become famous." He was in an extremely good mood. If it were any other C or D-list celebrities, the principal wouldn't have cared, but it was Zhang Ye who joined them today, he even created a poem on the spot and had it recited in the school performance. This was a whole other level compared to inviting a celebrity to perform as it might attract criticisms from others. After all, they were an educational institute, but Zhang Ye was not your typical celebrity, he was also an established and skilled literary person. This poem meant a lot to them at 15th Junior High. In the future when anyone mentioned "To The Oak", they'd surely link it to this night at 15th Junior High. This would make their school famous.

The principal was very enthusiastic as he kept Zhang Ye for long time just to chat.

A few other school leaders also joined in out of interest and had a chat with Zhang Ye.

......

It was now past 9PM.

Zhang Ye finally brought Cao Mengmeng out of the school and they walked to the hotpot store to get his car. He got onto his BMW X5 and drove Cao Mengmeng home.

On the way, Cao Mengmeng danced happily in her seat, "Bro! You allowed me to stand with my head high! Hahaha! What a good day! I feel great! Did you see their faces? They were all stunned by your 'To The Oak'!"

Zhang Ye rolled his eyes at her, "Only this once. There won't be another time. Your job now is to study hard. Don't keep going for those useless accolades."

Cao Mengmeng obviously did not listen and continued on talking about herself, "Bro, I really, really adore you so much! You're my eternal idol from now on! When I grow up, I want to be just like you. I’ll become a great literary person! Fans will recognize me anywhere and ask me for autographs! Begging for my ink!"


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!

"Student Li Xiao Bai greets both teachers." Li Xiao Bai walked up the stage and said politely.
Great Scholar Shen smiled at him, nodding.
Meanwhile, Teacher Jiang of this school asked: "Xiao Bai, do you have any poems?"
Teacher Jiang had a bit of worry shown between his brows. This Xiao Bai was very ordinary in talent, hopefully he had some sort of preparation before this, otherwise with his current standards, this would be a disappointing show.
It was okay if he was the only person disappointed, but right now with Great Scholar Shen here… Especially when the first half of this competition was very interesting and would become renowned in the world, if the later half was disappointing, everyone in the world would know that Teacher Jiang was a talented person but could not teach young talents himself.
"Teacher, I have a poem prepared." Li Xiao Bai immediately answered, he was quite confident.
"Then let us hear it." Teacher Jiang was slightly more assured now.
This Profound Literature grotto-heaven was not like any other place, it had a flourishing literary culture.
If anyone could make a good poem, even if nobody rewards them, heaven and earth would provide them benefits!
Thus, the art of creating poems was an important task, it directly affected the person's livelihood, status, reputation, and future.
Normally speaking, most scholars would accumulate their foundation and save some good poem lines as secrets, even if they could not compose a poem with those lines, they would save it for the future.
Thus, even though many scholars could create great poems, they would not publish them. They would conceal their strength and use them to deal with difficult poem competitions.
Because of this, it was not strange or surprising that Li Xiao Bai had a poem prepared.
Li Xiao Bai had his considerations.
"I have read countless poems in my life, most are world shocking creations, they are famous on Earth even after thousands of years, and after such a long time, the literature on Earth flourished greatly."
"But if I try to use these poems, it will be a problem!"
"This grotto-heaven world has an information path environment, it most excels at collecting information. Especially the method to observe literary qi and talent qi, almost everybody has such methods, they only vary in the depth of abilities."
"I lack literary qi and talent qi, before I used soul replacement, this was just an ordinary student. By creating a world shocking poem now, not only would people not believe me, they would also be suspicious and start investigating me."
"Even if I try to explain that it is not my work afterwards, it would be too late. I'd be seen as dishonest, in this world, everyone will despise and loathe me."
Fang Yuan had planned many things before infiltrating Profound Literature grotto-heaven to deal with all sorts of situations.
The clone Li Xiao Bai lacked literary qi and talent qi to begin with, it was not that Fang Yuan's own talents were lacking.
However, Li Xiao Bai had a large number of famous poems in his memories, other than those from Earth, there were also Fang Yuan's own creations.
Thus, Li Xiao Bai chose one of them and started to recite.
Teacher Jiang let out a breath of air, this poem was quite well constructed, it was barely living up to the standards of today's competition.
"What, it is nothing impressive."
"I sat beside Li Xiao Bai for three years in class, this is way beyond his usual standards, hahaha."
"Isn't that great? With his poem as the anchor, the next two winners will be very lucky."
The students below the stage became increasingly lively.
Even though Li Xiao Bai's poem was quite compatible with his known abilities, he still had many more talented classmates around.
Especially when some students had many precious poems that they prepared already in advance.
These poems were composed meticulously by them, using a lot of time and effort to create, they were too good for other situations, but this was an appropriate setting to use them.
When the drums started rolling and the red flower got passed around, these elite students became very excited, their eyes were shining.
The drums stopped.
Most of the students were disappointed, why were they not chosen?
Next, their eyes turned red, it was him again!
The red flower stopped at Li Xiao Bai's table.
"Oh?" Li Xiao Bai was also quite surprised.
"The rules are the rules, you can come up again." Great Scholar Shen laughed as he shook his head.
Teacher Jiang got worried again, according to Li Xiao Bai's nature and foundation, he had already performed above standard last time, this time…
But Li Xiao Bai started to recite his poem again.
This poem was on the same level as the previous one.
Teacher Jiang finally relaxed as he looked at Li Xiao Bai with a gentler expression: "It seems that even though this student is not as talented, he is very hardworking, he stored up two poems as backup. These two should be his own creation, it was not easy that he managed to compose them."
Li Xiao Bai did not put up a shameful performance, Teacher Jiang was very glad about it.
"The final person."
"Both chances went to Li Xiao Bai, sigh, that was truly bad luck!"
"If I had gone on stage, the two great scholars would definitely be pleasantly surprised. But I was not given a chance."
"I wonder who will get the third chance? If it is not me, I hope it is not them either."
The students were unable to sit still, they had their own thoughts as they lost their cool.
The drums rolled as the students looked at the red flower with bloodshot eyes.
"Pass it to me! Pass it to me!"
"Sigh, it has passed me… I hope the drumming continues and it makes its way to me again."
"Bang!"
The drums stopped abruptly with a loud sound.
Great Scholar Shen opened his eyes as he smiled: "Who is it this time, ugh."
He was dazed, a strange expression was shown on his face as he pointed at the final lucky star, he did not know whether to cry or laugh: "Why is it you again?"
Li Xiao Bai held the flower as he walked up the stage with a grim expression.
He first cupped his fists at the two scholars before turning to the students below the stage: "Fellow classmates, I really did not do this intentionally, getting up the stage thrice is less of a surprise and more of a shock to me. I know that most of you are more talented than me, but I have to recite three times, I sincerely apologize."
Originally, his classmates were shocked and furious, but after hearing Li Xiao Bai's words and expression, the anger in their hearts dissipated.
In fact, a portion of the people started to feel pity for Li Xiao Bai.
After all, Li Xiao Bai's talent and literary skills were inferior to them, wasn't he suffering by going up the stage?
"Your luck is too incredible. Forget it, start reciting." Teacher Jiang laughed as he spoke.
Li Xiao Bai started his recital again, the standard was ordinary but the final line was quite impressive.
Even though it was just a minor point, it elevated the entire poem to a new level.
Not only did Great Scholar Shen laugh and praise it, even Teacher Jiang was a little surprised: "The final line of your poem is quite interesting. How did you conceptualize it?"
Li Xiao Bai smiled bitterly: "Teacher, I don't dare to lie, this poem had only three lines originally, I thought of and added the final line earlier when I was anxious, to think that both sirs would enjoy it, I was also quite surprised!"
Teacher Jiang was stunned before laughing loudly.
Great Scholar Shen shook his head: "Li Xiao Bai, you are very honest."
It turned out that he had used a method secretly to inspect Li Xiao Bai's literary qi and talent qi, he obtained information that this person had quite an ordinary talent.
"But it is not something rare that he can have a flash of inspiration and perform better than normal." Great Scholar Shen had no suspicions.
Teacher Jiang reassessed Li Xiao Bai in a new light.
He looked at Li Xiao Bai inconspicuously as he thought: "Even though Li Xiao Bai is very ordinary in talent, he is very hardworking normally, that is how he had three poems prepared. Being able to gain inspiration and make up the verse on the spot shows that he has potential. But the best thing about him is that he said those words earlier before the third round, he apologized to his classmates, that was his good interpersonal skills. Being able to articulate as well as his writing, and sophisticated in human interaction, he is not bad."
"Wait." Teacher Jiang suddenly thought: "This competition is going to be famous in the world, my reputation has already spread throughout the world before this, that is not key. But Li Xiao Bai is going to become famous from this, if there were three students who performed, it would be less impactful, but he actually took all three chances, this way, he will be the center of attention."
"After ending in a draw against Brother Shen, nobody will find me for a duel in the short period. But there might be some devious people who would target my student in order to affect me!"
And the problem was, Li Xiao Bai was a common and ordinary student.
Teacher Jiang frowned as he made up his mind: "After this, I need to nurture Li Xiao Bai and secretly give him tuition! After this competition, everyone will know that Li Xiao Bai is my student. Even though I have many students, he is the only famous one."
"In the future, if anyone mentions Li Xiao Bai, my name will also come up. Our reputation is already tied together, I need to nurture him well, otherwise…"
Teacher Jiang felt very pressured, he decided to make sure Li Xiao Bai was a proper scholar even if he had to spend a huge amount of effort and resources. Even if he was a cheap piece of wood, he needed to be carved into jade in appearance!
Central Continent, Fei He mountain.
Gu Liu Ru stopped his killer move as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, he let out a breath of air: "It is done, his immortal aperture time has been shifted to its limit, he will face calamities and tribulations very often."
"Thank you for the hard work." Qin Ding Ling smiled as she looked at the sleeping Gu Yue Fang Zheng, suddenly, she gasped.
"What is it?" Gu Liu Ru asked in confusion.
Qin Ding Ling said: "I was using a killer move to inspect luck, I found that after your killer move was activated, Fang Zheng's luck changed again. His original luck was like a hill, lush and squarish, but now it has turned into… hmm… it looks like a pot lid."
Gu Liu Ru was very perplexed: "What premonition is this?"
Qin Ding Ling shook her head, she was troubled too: "In the short term, I cannot understand it."
Two months later.
A certain news made Fang Yuan's main body stop his cultivation.
"I finally found out the location of Dragon Palace."
"Good, I have basically learned all the qi path methods there are, I should act in advance and steal this Immortal Gu House in secret before Heavenly Court does!"


With his Three Fundamental Views* unrighteous, the demon is reborn.
An old dream in the ancient days, a new author with an identical name.
An old story about a time traveler who was constantly being reborn.
An eccentric world that grows, cultivates, and uses Gu. 
The Spring Autumn Cicada, Moonlight Gu, Liquor worm, Comprehensive Golden Light Worm, Fine Black Hair Gu, Hope Gu. . . . . .
And a peerless great demon that freely acts to his heart’s content.
Translator's Synopsis: 
A story of a villain, Fang Yuan who was reborn 500 years into the past with the Spring Autumn Cicada he painstakingly refined. With his profound wisdom, battle and life experiences, he seeks to overcome his foes with skill and wit! Ruthless and amoral, he has no need to hold back as he pursues his ultimate goals. In a world of cruelty where one cultivates using Gu - magical creatures of the world - Fang Yuan must rise up above all with his own power.
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Gu is a legendary venomous insect, often used in black magic practices. It can take on the form of several insects, usually snakes, crickets, worms etc.
* = one's world view, values of worth and philosophy on life 


Today was 'the big day', as his grandmother had called it, but for Ace, it was just another day. He woke up at an unholy time - like he always did, and went through his newly modified workout. It had gotten to the point where he wore the weight straps every time he was inside the house - this included when working out. It caused his muscles to always be sore, but the benefits greatly outweighed the costs, pun, most certainly intended. With his fast recovery, there was no chance to overwork the body, and so he was perfectly healthy. Therefore, the weights only came off when he left the house, or had a shower, and every day, taking them off felt great. His body felt lighter, faster, nimbler, and just all-around superior.

As he dressed up in his uniform, hair recently dried from the shower, he picked up a black tactical backpack, which had already been prepared the day before. Ichugama offered to drive him, being the first day and all, but Ace just chose to skate there, it was early, and he could always get public transport regardless. It was a pleasant ride, it was still quite early, and the air was fresh. Ace skated, weaving through the hustle and bustle of countless people going to work. On the way, he spotted multiple cars with people his age inside. Some even saw him, but were probably not paying enough attention to realise he was wearing a uniform as well.

As he got closer to the school, he saw that cars were beginning to stop, and students were getting out, and making their way to the school gates, whilst meeting up with friends. Ace had already been informed as to where he should go, so instead of going straight to the classroom, he went to the reception, where a kind-looking man looked at him, smiled, and asked him to follow him in English.

On the way there, however, there was something that caught his eyes, there were poems around the walls, inscribed in kanji, however, the poems had a very similar feel to some he had seen before. "Excuse me?", Ace asked in Japanese, ���Do you mind telling me who wrote these poems?"

"Of course not, it was Miss Agame, if I remember correctly, she is a senior.", he said, and Ace smiled, thanking him for his help.

 He asked for Ace to sit down, and then handed him his schedule, which he quickly memorised with a cursory glance and then folded it, and stored it in his pocket, he would have to get rid of it when he could. The man noticed this and smiled, before continuing to explain, he asked if a map of the school was necessary, but Ace had already been given one in his last meeting, which he had memorised, and so it was not needed. Then, after a short explanation of some of the school's regulations, he asked Ace to wait until his teacher came.

It was only a short wait, before an old man came, he had a cane, and appeared to lean into it, but Ace could tell that it was all fake, the old man could walk perfectly. In fact, it was the state of the cane that gave it away, usually, it would have drag marks, and would bump with the side of the user's foot, however, this one was perfectly flat. Ace made no comment, and just stood up, greeting his teacher respectfully.

"Good. Now come, we must get to class.", he then said no more, and mock-hobbled to the classroom.

They entered the large classroom, and instantly, all students were quiet, and got back to their seats. The silence only lasted a matter of seconds, however, as soon, they spotted Ace, and the murmurs began. Ace heard all of them, but there was nothing surprising, nothing he had not heard before. He just stood with his back straight, but in a relaxed, open manner. He made eye contact with his classmates, and while they were analyzing him, he was analysing them.

The teacher smiled at his students, and said, "As you can see, we have a new student, so I do hope you show him the way, and help him with anything he needs.", he said, before sitting down, and asking Ace to sit wherever there was an empty seat. He then rested his head back, and closed his eyes.

Ace looked back at his chittering classmates, and walked forward, asking, "Where should I sit?"

Immediately, shouts from around the room sounded out, and Ace just waited, 'And right about… Now.'

Right as that final thought passed through his head, a boy stood up, "Come on guys, let's be calm, look there are multiple empty seats around, the room, so what if we do this, for the next week, you sit in one seat each day, and then you can choose one. Does that seem fair to everyone?"

They all agreed with grumbles, and then the boy turned around, brushing his long, brown hair out of his face, "I'm Botan, the classroom president.", he said this in English, and Ace smiled, not intending to tell them he could speak Japanese, at least not for the moment. He knew they would soon know, since they had classes in Japanese, but for now, letting them talk to each other in Japanese, so as to gauge their first impressions of him would be useful.

"I'm Ace, pleased to meet you.", he paused momentarily, "Is there a particular place where I should sit?"

The boy looked at him from his feet to his eyes, and answered with a question of his own, "Do you do sports?"

This was a question he had expected, after all, by looking at his body and posture, he could tell that Botan practised sports as well. "Yeah.", Ace nodded, "I swim sometimes, but nothing too crazy."

"Ah… I see.", he then turned around slightly, "Ok, you should sit next to me for today, I'll show you the way around the school, and answer any questions you may have.", he said, before showing him to the two empty seats that were on the front row.

Ace heard the grumbles, and so did Boten most likely, but they ignored them, and they sat down. As soon as they did, however, it became free season, and people quickly crowded around Ace, asking him a multitude of questions.

"Ok guys, calm down, if you have a question, wait for him to answer one, and then ask.", A girl said, and they all seemed to listen to her suggestion, "Ok.", one boy began, "How long have you been living in Japan?"

"Uhhh, about a week, give or take.", "Ah cool, well if you need anything or have any questions about the city, just ask, I am sure that I can help you.", he said, and Ace smiled at him in thanks,  and he heard more than a few sighs of contentment.

"Have you ever tried modelling?", a girl asked, but before Ace could get to it, a girl shrieked, "Of course he has, do you not know who he is?"

'Well, that was quick.', Ace thought, as he turned to look at the triumphant girl.

"He's famous!", she bellowed, and everyone looked quizzically at each other, until a boy shouted as well, "Yes! I knew I recognised him! He's a streamer, a famous one! Look!", he said, showing his phone at the class, "He has millions of followers!"

At this, the class went into a commotion, and Ace just leaned back on his chair, and waited for them to ask questions, it most certainly did not take long, "Why are you here?", "Do you have a girlfriend?" , "Will you stay long?", and many more.

The story of a boy overcome with pain, that suddenly isn't.

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The story is about a boy, Ace, who is suddenly healed from his pain. He decides to make the best out of his god (?) given gift.

You can expect politics, show business, videogames, sports, and much more.

I hope you enjoy the novel, Happy Reading!




The image does not belong to me, full credits to the creator, if you wish for me to remove it, contact me at: insidiouswebnovel@gmail.com

"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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