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

At 12 o'clock sharp.

The auditorium was directly broadcasted live.

The stage was decorated nicely and there were flowers and carpets. A handsome man and a beautiful man presided over the event as hosts. Well, unfortunately, only the staff and family members present at the radio station could witness this. The listeners in front of the radio could not appreciate this, as they could only hear their voices.

"Our listening friends, how are you?"

"I am your host, Zhang Huo. This is my partner, Sun Mengjie."

"People have reunions during the festive season of Mid-Autumn. Welcome to our listeners for today's News, Literature and Music Channels’ live broadcast of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meet!"

The two hosts were the star hosts of the News Channel, and they were recognized as some of the best in the station. They were steady with their words and rarely made mistakes. Letting them be in charge of this huge event was because they were highly appreciated by the station. After saying a few words of introduction, the two hosts began to introduce today's guests.

"Let us welcome Beijing's Education Ministry's Deputy Director, Chen Kun!"

"Also Beijing Writers’ Association's Vice-President, Teacher Meng Dongguo!"

“Famous poet, Big Thunder!"

"Famous children's fairy tale author, Little Red Mushroom..."

Every introduction was met with applause.

After the introduction, the host, Zhang Huo, said beamingly, "Before the poetry meet begins, let's invite a few Teachers from the Writers' Association to come onstage to recite a poem as an opening. We also wish that the listeners in front of the radio have a good and perfect family. May your dreams come true. And may you have the best of all reunions!"

The poem recitation for the opening was clearly prepared beforehand.

Meng Dongguo was first to go onstage, and then he lightly recited, "Many Mid-Autumns underwent, but together seldom spent. Compensating it today, mellow, as a momento.”

With this sequence recited, everyone present knew what poem they were about to recite to tune up the festive mood. Of course, Zhang Ye himself was probably the only one present who had not heard of this poem.

Big Thunder went onstage, "Through the mirror, possessing two moons."

Zheng Anbang went onstage, "Wrapping silence with a wooden branch."

An old man from the Writers' Association that Zhang Ye did not recognize was the third person to follow up, "Fragrance from one tree lulls."

The last sentence was followed up by Meng Dongguo, ending the poem, "Brimming full of Fall."

Everyone enthusiastically applauded. Zhang Ye also applauded after hearing it. This poem was not bad, it was really not bad. 

This poem was "Time for Well Wishes", written by this world's famous poet, Ma Ruihong. Because of some reason, this poem was made famous everywhere. It was always a highlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Only a person like Zhang Ye, who did not understand this world, did not know it. Not many others did not know of "Time for Well Wishes". Anyone of any age and gender, if pulled off the street, would be able to recite it. Yes, if an example was needed, it was the same feeling as "Hoeing millet in mid-day heat, sweat dripping to the earth beneath" in Zhang Ye's world.

Zhang Ye no longer had the intention to belittle all heroes of this world. This world was also filled with capable predecessors.

After the poem was done reciting, Beijing's Education Ministry's Deputy Director, Chen Kun, went to the podium to give his speech. Following that, Deputy Station Head Jia also went onstage to give his speech, wishing everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival on behalf of everyone working at the Beijing Radio Station.

After a while, the main highlight came.

The female host, Sun Mengjie, said with a brilliant smile, "Thank you for the speech of the Leader. Next will be the poetry contest segment. Let me introduce the rules. Regardless of whether it is for the poems by the Teachers from the Writers' Association present, or for the poems posted by listeners on our official website, anyone who likes poems can vote three times for the works you like. Today, we have invited a notary from the Chengdong district. We will find out who is voted into the top three. So please, cherish your every vote."

Zhang Huo smiled. "Then, who will be the first Teacher?"

There were more than a dozen people from the Writers' Association. After looking at each other, Meng Dongguo walked forward, "Hurhur. Since no one came forward, then let me be the first. I have a poem." Clenching the microphone, Meng Dongguo stabilized his mind and began speaking gently, "The poem's name: ‘Thoughts of a Rainy Mid-Autumn Night’."

"Abundance of flower blossoms fall, the full moon laments the waning moon."

"Day by day the Spring resides, farewell the twilight bids."

"Thickness begets flourishing, sparseness begets Autumn farewell bidding."

"The supporting pillow hears the thunder, as the stormy rain recalls the night."

Big Thunder was the first to applaud, "Good poem!"

Another youth from the Writers' Association said, "President Meng is getting more superb!"

Zheng Anbang also nodded, "It is well-written. There are too many reunion Mid-Autumn Festival poems these days. This poem reverses the trend, writing about separation, defects and weeping. It may not give people the scene of a family reunion, so it is not suitable for the occasion, but this makes people reflect and treasure the beauty of their reunion even more. This is writing about the Mid-Autumn Festival from another angle. This part of "recalls the night" was so well-written. Hai, I don't even feel confident with my poem."

Little Red Mushroom gave a wide smile, "Old Zheng, don't compete with them. We are novel writers, so wouldn't we die of anger competing with them over poems?"

Zheng Anbang laughed, "Indeed."

The two hosts also flattered onstage. They also introduced them to the listeners since they could not see anything. "This is the Beijing Writers’ Association's Vice President Teacher Meng Dongguo's new work. Wow, just hearing this makes me intoxicated."

Meng Dongguo laughed, "Not really. Hurhur. If the listeners find it good, remember to vote for me. I came here with some stress. If my voting numbers are too low, I won't have any face to go home, so I need to try to garner some votes."

Zhang Huo said, "President Meng is too modest."

"That's right." Sun Mengjie said, "I think this poem has the looks of a champion."

"This is just the first poem, isn’t it?" Zhang Huo pretended to ask.

"Hurhur. Zhang Huo, why don't we make a bet? I'm guessing that this poem will be first." Firstly, Sun Mengjie was giving face to Meng Dongguo. Secondly, she also felt that this poem was very good.

Zhang Huo said, "Alright, so what if we bet? Then I.. will also bet that this poem will be first!"

Seeing the both of them joking around, the audience laughed. Actually, many people agreed. Meng Dongguo was a professional at this, so how can his poems be bad? With his skills placed there, and with Meng Dongguo's status placed there, he was the Writers' Association's Leader and was quite famous in Beijing. He was a veteran. Even if this poem was not flattered by them to the heavens, it was still of very high quality. It was pretty difficult for it not to get first.

Meng Dongguo went down.

The second person was Zheng Anbang. The moment he went onstage, he added onto Meng Dongguo's words, "President Meng said that he was stressed. Actually, my stress is greater. Just being after President Meng, isn't he trying to make a fool out of me? Forget it. I need to say it regardless. I'm not good at ancient poems, so let me help cheer the mood with a modern poem.”

A minute later, he finished.

Everyone was stunned as they all gave a round of applause.

Meng Dongguo praised, "This Little Shen. He kept being modest, but he actually had such a good piece of work."

The other people from the Writers' Association did not expect that a romance novel author could compose such a good modern poem. It might not be better than Meng Dongguo's, but it definitely had what it took to compete for second or third place.

The third to go onstage was a young author. However, he did not recite a poem, but said a phrase, song lyrics. Although there was no companion music, the song lyrics were still vivid and refined. It was very creative.

The fourth person was Little Red Mushroom. The moment she went up, she first said, "Let me say something first. I don't have talent writing poems. I write fairy tales. Today I will tell a fable." She began narrating. The story was about personification, making the moon into a person. It was quite beautiful.

One worked followed another.

One person followed another.

Everyone that entered the Writers' Association was not simple. They all showed their abilities.

The last person to appear was Big Thunder. His poems were always known for their magnificence. It was similar to his character. Hence, the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival had hindered his abilities slightly. He narrated a melody poem, but the effect was not as satisfactory as he had wished. It did not garner a lot of applause. However, as it had quite a lot of literary value, the melody poem managed to make people reflect a lot. Meng Dongguo and the other Teachers from the Writers' Association also gave him high praises after he came down.

"Big Thunder, it was a nice melody poem."

"Do not care about the applause. It's very good."

"Their applause is lacking because they can't understand it. They have not researched it deeply. If they listen to it several times, after some rumination, they will really find it memorable."

Big Thunder said indifferently, "I also think it's fine."

About an hour after the poetry meet started, it was almost 1 P.M.

The host, Zhang Huo, took over the microphone, "Thank you for the interesting works from the Teachers of the Writers' Association. It was indeed an eye-opener today. Every work really made me wish to not miss a single word. I'm guessing that the listeners in front of the radio must have enjoyed the feast for the ears. What are you hesitating for? Quickly vote for your favorite work. The voting deadline is at 2 P.M. sharp. Just now, the notary has told us that it takes five minutes to verify the votes. Hence, our poetry meet still has one hour and five minutes left. What will we do for the rest of the time? Let us announce the rankings from the voting website. Everyone can have a listen to the submissions by the netizens at the same time, too."

Female host, Sun Mengjie, held a tablet. There was no cellphone reception here, so most of the broadcast equipment was equipped with their own wireless signal. Hence, they could still use them. "Ah, let's see. Ranked first is Teacher Meng Dongguo's work. Let me announce the top ten."

1st place: Meng Dongguo, 23,019 votes.

2nd place: Zheng Anbang, 12,553 votes.

3rd place: Dong Fei, 9,813 votes.

4th place: Little Red Mushroom, 9,681 votes.

And so on and so forth. The top ten were all people from the Writers' Association. Meng Dongguo was leading far ahead. Dong Fei was also a very famous modern poet in the Writers' Association. They all swept up the top spots. Even though Big Thunder's poem was not well-received amongst the station's staff, it had also obtained 10th place. Only at 11th place was there a netizen's work.

The host read it out.

This piece of work called "Wind Breaking Through the Clouds" was not bad. But it was just not bad. There was always a difference between a professional and an amateur. One could tell just from the votes.


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!

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!




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"Hey, what's the problem with challenging surnames? However, some odd silver craftsmanship is just a matter of money. "Season often angered, obviously has a lot of resentment on this brain teasers.

Qin Guanlu laughed two ways: "Don't talk about this problem. You often call your quarterly brother full of money. How can you not even make a poem today?"


 
"I, I," Ji Chang's face rose red: "I didn't adapt and was a bit nervous, and the questions you got from Qin's brother were simple, and the questions I took were more difficult—"


 
Looking at his face, Lin Wanrong understands that this season, Chang Zhun is the master of a dead study. According to the words of the original world, it is the product of exam-oriented education. It is inflexible. I do not know how to change it. I usually remember it firmly. In the examination room, I was very nervous.


 
Qin Guan is obviously not a good bird. He listened to him in front of outsiders and said that his question was simple. His face was a bit unsightly, and he sneered, "Ji Changxiong, where is this, the four questions of the romantic and sleek moon, and you have a question Make poems. I took the breeze, and you took the snow. It was all seen by the eye, plain and clear. How could you say that my simplicity was hard for you? "


 
When Qin Guan spoke, he shook his head and shook his head: "Last year, a hurricane, deep in the alley. Calls have not been heard, come and go without a trace. "His face is full of proud colors, and he is clearly satisfied with his "play" in the examination room.

Lin Wanrong wants to laugh but laughs too shyly. This can also be called poetry? This kind of poetry, the talented man puts out farts and can work out three.


 
Qin Guan proud of the road: "Sky Chang brother, just in the examination room, you are a temporary malfunction, I do not know if you want to do better now, do questions with snow, your poem can come out?"

Qin Guan's face was a bit contemptuous, and the literati were not even lighter than this. He knew that this season would only be a matter of death. He wanted to go on a couple of days, maybe he could come up with a come, but in front of such an impetuosity He certainly does not have.


 
Ji Chang's brother was red and white for a while. Obviously he has not made this poem entitled Snow at the moment.

Lin Wanrong had only wanted to find out about the talented candidates. See this guy called Qin Guan with a look of aggressiveness. The heart is always upset, and this season is often too disappointing. He hasn't released his fart for a long time.

Lin Wanrong I like to bully honest people, but I can't see others bullying honest people in front of me. He meditates silently for a while, and laughs: "Easy poems, even my wilderness like me can come up with it. I see Ji Gongzi must be modest. Not as good as this, I read one and asked Ji Gongzi to correct me. "


 
See the look of surprise on Qin Guan's face. Lin Wanrong has great joy in his heart and his son is jealous. This is the depth of the talented person you can see.

Lin Wanrong took a few steps and chanted: "The river is a general one and it is a black hole. The yellow dog is white and the white dog is swollen. "

This was a terrific poem. Originally Lin Wanrong was too embarrassed to come up with ugliness, but the guy named Qin Guan was not shouting poems in his four sentences. Lin Wanrong had already made himself known as a poem. Now.

"Good poetry, good poetry."The quarter often screamed and clappered with a small fan: "'On the river is a general', describing the scene where the snow is swirling over the river. This is an overview and a prospect. Then Xiongtai made a sharp stroke and went to the well in the nearby courtyard. It was snow-white. Only this wellhead was deep and deep and it was a big hole. As for the last sentence, it is the pen of the gods, 'swollen white dog', a swollen word, turning static snow scenes into living things. This poem is a perfect match and has a profound artistic conception. The entire poem does not have a snow character, but it has written the imposing manner of flying snow. It is a rare masterpiece. Really people can not be appearance, the sea can not fight, Xiongtai really unfathomable, unfathomable. "

Although this season will not be poetry, but it is a set of analysis, what is the short-range perspective, what is defined as moving, what compared the artistic conception, a few oil poetry, even if he was analyzed by so many bends Curved road. If it were in the era of Lin Wanrong, it must be an excellent commentator.

Lin Wanrong reluctantly smiles and pretends to be modest: "To give, to accept, to go, to go–"

"Laughter" came out with a chuckle. Lin Wanrong's "half talent" turned to look, but he saw a pretty little girl standing beside her several people and laughing and laughing. It was evident that she had heard Lin Wanrong's poems. Sound.

"It turned out to be you."Lin Wanrong smiled and said that the chick was the chick who bought his booklet yesterday.

Ji Chang and Qin Guan saw the beautiful little girl and the eyes suddenly lighted up. He hurriedly concealed the wolf's name in his eyes. "Be polite" went to her side and said: "This Young lady please, in the next season, Qin Guan), Where does Young lady come from, where he is, how old he is, and how he married–"

Lin Wanrong opened his mouth in surprise and did not expect the two guys to be so bold and asked so directly.

The little girl blushed and shouted: "You, what are you talking about?"

Lin Wanrong laughed and said: "Little girl, they want to soak you. Don't you understand?"

The girl's face was red and pointed to Lin Wanrong. "You, you shamelessly, I will not let you off."The little girl turned and took up her little feet and ran quickly.

How can I become a shameless fellow again? Lin Wanrong is depressed.

The last time Xiao Qingxuan told him that he was still excusable, after all, he accounted for cheap people. This time he only said one sentence, and he became a ruler once again, and he was really wrong in his heart. How can you not pick up the two shameless cheeky guys from this chick and instead call me? What kind of world is this his mother?

This was in fact a misunderstanding by Lin Wanrong. Although men and women did not receive pro-respect even though it was an iron law, there were few interactions between men and women in this era and there were few opportunities for men to meet the right-handed women. Therefore, those talented people with feng s Will go up and take it. Women's chances of encountering a suitable Langjun are even more paralyzed. Once someone is confronted with a question, as long as they face the eye, anything can happen. Only this little girl is still young and she is not suited to this situation and will turn away in fury.

Lin Wanrong didn't understand the situation. See Ji Chang and Qin Guan's looking at the direction of the young girl's departure. His eyes were full of nostalgia. He had no good feelings towards these two truly "admitted sons." Seeing the time is late. Feeling sullenly, regardless of the two, they left on their own.

Xiao Family's servants will enter the house. Today is the time that Xiao Family left for them to pack up. Tomorrow, these servants will enter the dream Xiao Family gate. Most of them are excited and enter the Xiao Family. They also have a foothold in the servant community. As long as they work hard, there may be even greater opportunities for development.

The only exception is Lin Wanrong. Think about going to wait for Mrs. Xiao Family's wife tomorrow. His mood is extremely poor and he only wants to find a place to vent. If he did not know how to get to the kiln, he must have laid down more than three chicks at the moment. He promised in the name of God.

A man was transported to Ancient China and eventually became a servant of a declining household without a male heir. He utilized his wits and modern knowledge to help the household and eventually become trapped in the sea of political turmoils of the period.

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"Brother, you are writing…?"
"This is a poem!"
"You...I mean, what words are these?"
"Calligraphy."
"Your calligraphy...I've never seen this way of writing before. Is this a new type of font?"
When Lu Yuan blew on the ink to dry them, Xu Xiaonian's eyes were wide open as he stared at the words on the paper. He hesitated for a long time before he asked the question.
Lu Yuan's calligraphy was very 'stylish', as chaotic as snakes and dragons. It looked extremely messy.
Xu Xiaonian took in a deep breath and exhaled.
Such a calligraphy style made him feel as though he just saw a ghost. He looked at it for a very long time before he saw the word 'farmer'.
He didn't know why, but at this moment, there were millions of grass mud horses galloping through his heart. In fact, he even began to doubt how Lu Yuan managed to answer the couplet…
"Cough, cough… Actually, I only know how to write nicely using a pen. I'm not that proficient in brush calligraphy...that's why my words are a little slovenly…" Lu Yuan glanced at his own poem, and an embarrassed look appeared on his face.
This expression was a little stiff.
"This poem of yours…" Xu Xiaonian glanced at the surroundings and looked at those who were pondering deeply while biting their brushes or scribbling rapidly on their xuan papers. He cast another glance at Lu Yuan who looked completely free from pressure. This caused even more grass mud horses to gallop through Xiaonian's heart...
Although he couldn't tell what the hell Lu Yuan was writing, from Lu Yuan's relaxed expression, he felt that the words were definitely nothing good.
"Cough, cough… Actually, I also don't have much talent and don't really know how to write a poem. Hence, I casually wrote something… Eh, brother are you not going to write one? Why are you looking at me…?" Lu Yuan coughed lightly. He increasingly felt that the words he wrote were truly ugly.
"Ah, right… I've forgotten about myself." Xu Xiaonian was shocked awake by Lu Yuan's words. He hurriedly focused and began to ponder about his own poem.
Lu Yuan pretended to seriously look at his own words, but he was sneakily trying to see the words others had written…
When comparing them, he suddenly felt his confidence being impacted!
Forget it…
He did write out all of it in one go, but the things he wrote out...
What the shit was this?
A ghost doodling?
Could it even be shown?
Lu Yuan opened his eyes wide, but he couldn't even recognize any of this dog-shit stuff…
If he handed up this joke of a poem…
Wouldn't he lose face all the way to his granny's house?
He shook his head. After rolling up the first paper he had written on, he dipped his brush in ink again while secretly copying Xu Xiaonian's way of holding the brush. He rewrote his poem slowly. But when Lu Yuan seriously started to write, he discovered that his speed of writing was very slow. 
When Lu Yuan reached the mid-way mark, there were already people handing up their papers…
He looked at those people before glancing at the words he wrote. He ultimately sighed.
How could one's calligraphy improve in the span of a few minutes?
It was indeed ugly-looking, but at the very least… the words written were clear enough, right?
They were only competing in poetry and not how nice the calligraphy was, correct?
But what if they also took the calligraphy into account?
Should he write another poem then?
The quality of words was not beautiful enough, so should he make up for it in quantity?
(In any case, I did a check and no one wrote these two poems before. Even if I wrote them, no one would know.)
(Mn… Should I be shameless or not? Damn, I can't be so shameless!)
Lu Yuan glanced at the others. He eventually gritted his teeth and decided that he might as well go all-out. He wrote another poem at the blank space of the xuan paper.
(How can I be so shameless after all? I'm a plagiarizer! What a sinful person I am!)
Lu Yuan criticized himself for a long time.
......
"Mn, Dao Yuting's calligraphy looks courageous and strong. Although she is a female, the words she wrote are extremely domineering. This [Busy Farming Season] is also very well written. Good, good… As expected from someone who began studying literature at a young age. I feel that this poem can be rated 8.5 points."
"I feel that although the vigor of strokes in her calligraphy isn't bad and the words rhyme, it lacks 'flavor'. It seems a little too lively and romantic. I don't like the feelings this poem inspires. I suggest 8.4 instead."
"Hmm...i think 8.3 is more appropriate. After all, the poem has lost its 'flavor'."
"Shen Rong's [In the Field] is a modern poem containing the style of the current era. I feel we can give him 8.8 points. The moral of the poem isn't bad."
"Why an 8.8?"
"Haha, poems that can get above 8.8 would be something all of us old fellows approve of. Last year, the poem [Sky] managed to obtain this score. I feel that the modern poetry [In the Field] still lacks something. What do you think, Little Xi?"
"Mn, there are a few flaws in the text. The meaning is okay, but it emphasized too much on feelings… I would give it an 8.7."
"Hehe, you are even stricter than us, old fellows. Haha!"
"Mn? Check out this poem, it isn't bad. But who is the one who wrote it? Was it written by Ma Runzhi?"
"Ma Runzhi? That gifted scholar of Yan University?"
"Yea, this young man is exceptionally talented. His [Farmland]'s had sufficient meaning and concept. I think 8.9 is a fair score."
"8.9? It's quite high, right…?"
"Look."
"Oh, not bad, it's really not bad. I will give it 8.9 too. This poem can be considered an outstanding work. Old Li, are you not compiling poems and literary works from modern eras? I feel that this poem can enter your book."
"I think so too. Let's give it 8.9 then. His calligraphy causes my heart to lighten when I see the words. It's excellent."
.........
After the last person handed up his poem, everyone stared at the judging panel ahead.
They could see the old fellows either discussing with each other, sinking into contemplation, or sighing as they were deeply moved.
All of the contestants were filled with trepidation in their hearts.
To them, the monetary reward was nothing. The valuable thing was the evaluation and admiration of these old fellows.
These old men could be considered the cornerstones of China's literature world. All of them were existences the students looked up to. What was more important was that one of the old men was named Li Guonan, someone who was currently writing a [Poetry Anthology of the Modern Era]. If someone's work could enter his book, it would mean that they would be famous and could posture in the literature circle.
"Brother, do you feel very nervous now?"
"Still okay."
"Eh, then are you looking for something?" Xu Xiaonan cast a strange look at Lu Yuan's hands.
"No…" Lu Yuan drew in a deep breath and placed his hands honestly on the table.
He was searching for cigarettes out of habit. He clearly knew he hadn't purchased any, but he subconsciously made the motion of searching his pockets.
In this situation, not smoking was something lonesome to Lu Yuan.
After all, waiting was lonely.
When Lu Yuan glanced at the direction of the judges, he saw an old man smoking while reading the xuan papers, and Lu Yuan felt a surge of envy in his heart. In fact, he even felt the impulse of heading over to that old man to get a cigarette.
"Brother, you really want it, right?" Xu Xiaonian stared at Lu Yuan.
"How did you know?"
"Naturally, because I also want to!"
"Oh? Can we go up the stage?"
"How can we go up the stage? We can only wait."
"Can what we want wait?"
"Why can't it wait?"
"Will he come over to give us cigarettes?"
"???" Xu Xiaonian, who originally had a face filled with anticipation, almost fell out of his seat when he heard Lu Yuan's words. When he turned his head and looked at Lu Yuan again, his balls were aching. "Give us cigarettes? You...you…"
"Wait, are we talking about the same topic or not?" Lu Yuan felt somewhat innocent.
"I'm hoping that my poem can enter his book...what are you thinking of?"
"I want to get him to spare me a cigarette. My addiction is kicking in…" Lu Yuan coughed softly. He felt an unbearable feeling as though the skin on his face was about to peel off.
"..." Xu Xiaonian instantly felt his vision turning dark.
What the hell!
.........
"These words are really… is there someone among us whose calligraphy is that bad?"
"Lu Yuan? Mn? [Sympathy for Peasants]?
"Two poems? Isn't it too exaggerated? Did he want to use quantity to make up for his ugly calligraphy?
"Hoeing grains in the blaze of noon."
"Eh… Each seed that's sown in spring?"
"What!"
"Bang!"
"This…"
"This is…"
At the venue, the sound of a judge smacking his palms on the table rang out.
Old Li who was smoking suddenly stood up. His eyes widened, and he was overwhelmed with shock!
Note:
悯农 [Sympathy for Peasants]"
This poem can be split into two parts, both were written by a poet named Li Shen from the Tang Dynasty
For those who are keen, you can find the english translation here: 
https://www.trainchinese.com/v2/wordDiscForWebsite.php?rAp=0&wordId=116399&tcLanguage=en 
https://shawnpowrie.com/chinese/min-nong/


In that year, with a script finished in five hours, Lu Yuan who was dying for money successfully got a large investment of one million Yuan from a rich and beautiful girl.
At first, he just planned to spend eight hundred thousand Yuan on shooting and take the remaining two hundred thousand Yuan home before the movie's release, marrying a wife and running a small business. He swore he would never come to Hengdian again.
However…
The box office got an extraordinary success…

416.91 million star coins!
If it were exchanged, it would be 4.1 trillion federal dollars!
This was already more than one-tenth of the federal government's annual revenue!
Since ancient times, no one had been able to earn money as fast as Xia Fei.
In just four short months, Xia Fei had risen from a nobody bicycle courier to one of the wealthiest people in the federation. It couldn't be described without shocking the listener.
This wasn't earning money; this was money heist!
Phantom nodded. "Mm, not bad. We can go to the medicinal ingredients market to purchase some mid-grade medicinal ingredients."
Xia Fei rolled his eyes at Phantom. According to the pace that Phantom was burning through money, it didn't matter how many zeros were at the back of his account balance as it still wouldn't be enough.
Poems weren't very popular, and the upsurging craze for poems that was brought on by Enya was already over. The sales of poems had gradually returned to normal.
Right now, the sales were stabilizing at around 20 million star coins for each month, and it didn't seem like another explosive growth would happen anytime soon.
Phantom rubbed his palms and said, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and go to the medicinal ingredients market. Just head straight to the shop where we purchased the Fire Dragon Millennial Flames. That shop had some good stuff. Now that you are at the Star Base rank, those cheap medicinal ingredients will have very limited effects for you. If you wish to use medicinal ingredients, you will need to use at least mid-grade ingredients."
"There isn't any need to be in such a hurry, right? Wouldn't cell acceleration medicine need six months before it is completely absorbed? The money can accumulate interest in the bank." Xia Fei retorted.
Phantom hung his head with disappointment, "It should be fine to at least take a look, right? What if they have some new goods that are in great demand? You should seize the moment and purchase it; otherwise, you would need to wait for some time before buying it again."
Xia Fei was helpless. "You aren't just passionate about poems, you are also a concoction maniac. I really don't understand what made your master think that it was a good idea to nurture you as an assassin."
The human's left brain was responsible for rationality, while the right brain was responsible for emotionality. Phantom's right brain was obviously much more developed than his left brain. People with great emotions could become artists, but it was hard for them to become assassins.
Xia Fei had unintentionally and casually said something, and it had actually evoked a grave sorrow in Phantom.
Phantom's eyes turned red as he sobbed. It was fortunate that his tears didn't drip down as he said, "I have indeed disappointed my master. I failed to live up to his expectations."
Xia Fei was speechless as he thought, 'He is the universe's most wanted criminal, the history's most incredible and unluckiest assassin. Heavens, if I hadn't seen him in person, I wouldn't have believed that the legendary Phantom is actually this person.'
"Forget it, since you are no longer an assassin, you should strive to improve yourself constantly. In the future, if your master sees that you might be very miserable in the assassin industry but have certain achievements in other aspects, he will surely forgive you." Xia Fei attempted to console him.
"Yes! I will not disappoint my master." Phantom's face was filled with grief and indignation. "I will work hard to learn poetry, Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism..."
Huh?
What was going on? Wasn't Phantom just obsessed with Buddhism? When did Taoism and Confucianism become part of his obsession?
The pink mail was still constantly flashing at the top left-hand corner, making Xia Fei feel very frustrated. Without a choice, Xia Fei could only open up Avril's mail and take a look.
"Why did you stab yourself? Could it be that you're possibly a legendary masochist?"
"It has been a few days, why didn't you reply? Be careful, or I will call my elder brother to capture you."
"Can you just reply to my mail? At most, I will stop making things difficult for you, okay?"
"Hmph! You actually dare to ignore me. I have already told my elder brother about you. My elder brother said he would go and capture you in two days. You just have to wait to be fed to the lions."
"I finally found someone who can chat with me, you cannot ignore me..."
There were dozens of long-winded emails, and Xia Fei didn't even know what to say.
"Your mails are really strange. I cannot delete or block them. We aren't really friends, didn't we just talk over two mails? Why do you make it look as if we are in a relationship."
After sending the mail, the pink mail on the top left-hand corner had finally stopped flashing. After that, Xia Fei headed towards the shop called Masterpiece Line together with Phantom.
As soon as they entered, a smiling fat person suddenly appeared. He had two long and slender mustaches with a pair of narrow eyes.
"Mister Xia Fei, welcome again. I am the shop manager, Xu Maorong." The narrow-eyed fat person smiled as he said.
"Hello. Why didn't I see you the last time when I visited?" Xia Fei asked.
When Xia Fei bought the Fire Dragon Millennial Flames previously, not only did he not see the shop manager, there wasn't even a virtual attendant. The payment was processed automatically, as such, Xia Fei didn't really like the shop's way of treating its customers.
"Keke, when you visited the shop last time, I just happened to be out. Therefore, I'm here to apologize for my negligence." Xu Maorong greeted Xia Fei respectfully.
"Oh." Xia Fei nodded. "Then you should hire a few virtual attendants as it is very convenient to serve customers using computer-generated virtual characters."
"You might not know, but none of our Masterpiece Line's shops uses computer generator attendants. No matter how capable the virtual attendants are, it is still a machine, and using a machine to serve a customer is disrespectful. Our Masterpiece Line has no intention to employ such things."
"This is the Masterpiece Line's 1-star member card, please accept it. According to our rules, you will only be promoted to 1-star member when you reach a total purchase of 100 million star coins. However, we are giving it to you now as compensation for our negligence in manner."
"From now on, you will receive a 2% discount in all of the shops associated with Masterpiece Group. Furthermore, all transportation fees will be handled by our group. You can even present this card to participate in our Masterpiece Line's auction."
Xia Fei took a tour around the shop and realized that the products were still the same as before and the new products were things that Phantom didn't fancy.
"It seems like there aren't any new products in the shop." Xia Fei asked.
"This shop only sells the highest grade of medicinal ingredients, and each product has an extremely limited quantity. As such, be it the sale or import of products, it takes a long time to restock. Soon there will be an auction at the Masterpiece Auction House, and there will be some top-grade medicinal ingredients on sale. You can take a look there when it happens."
After conversing with Xu Maorong, Xia Fei found out that the Masterpiece Line was a very unconventional company in the Endaro Star Region. They only sold the best grade of products; they didn't seek sales and only sought the best.
Their auctions were very famous throughout the entire Endaro Star Region, and rare items could frequently be seen in the auctions.
After returning from the interplanetary internet, Xia Fei stretched his body before immersing in harsh cultivation again.
All of a sudden, a Bell Textron helicopter appeared in the sky. As the propellers were rapidly rotating, the entire valley was echoing with rumbling sounds.
The helicopter parked a few hundred meters from the tent, and the large winds nearly turned over Xia Fei's tent.
"Who is it?" Xia Fei frowned and looked over, only to see the bald Wu Long leaping off the helicopter and running over with large strides.
Xia Fei smiled. "Brother Wu, why are you here? Could it be that you missed me?"
Wu Long laughed heartily. "Why would I miss you? You aren't a woman."
The duo sat down on a large piece of rock by the side of the river. Xia Fei took out a box of Hongtashan and handed one stick to Wu Long.
Wu Long shook his hand. "You better smoke this thing yourself, I am not used to it. Anyway, there is good news and bad news, which do you wish to hear first?" Wu Long said mysteriously.
"Tell me the good news first."
"The good news is this year's hurricane season came earlier and left early as well. The weather report says that the Atlantic Ocean will be peaceful for the entire September. The exploration plan of Atlantis shall be brought forward." Wu Long said excitedly.
Xia Fei clapped his hands. "It is indeed good. I am more than willing to see this legendary city which is filled with mysteries. What is the bad news?"
"We are being targeted."The back of the mind seems to be deeply imprinted.


Due to an unexpected turn of events, Xia Fei consumed a Super Gene Optimization Fluid that bore no brand, expiry date, instructions or stated its place of origin.
Our story begins here...

"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 


Pearl went back to their place on the couch. She want going to approach Erik. She wasn't going to approach any man. She was going to enjoy her night and if a man wanted to earn her time, that was on him. Fi followed suit. "Another bottle of wine, please!" Pearl asked the waiter. 
"This one's on me." She heard a familiar voice say. "Erik." Pearl said, standing to greet him. 
"I would like to say I'm a such a terrific stalker that I made this happen, but this, this is a completely fortuitous meeting and I cannot say I am disappointed." He said, kissing her hand. "Fiona, always a pleasure." He said, kissing her hand as well. 
"I have a favor to ask of you both. My cousin is a huge fan of your show, Fiona. And my little brother appears to have a bit of crush on you, Pearl. He is the one that noticed you were here, in fact. He said he cannot wait for the Poems for Wolves album to "drop", would you mind if I showed off my famous friends to my family by having a drink with us?" Fi smiled and told him of course they would, and he took their bottle of wine and led them to the table. 

"I can't believe Pearl Clarke is having drinks with us in Florence! What are the odds! And then Erik said he knew you, I told him to bring you over here right now or risk me throwing a wobbly in public" a young man said as they approached the table. 
"Pearl, this is my little brother, Augustus". Erik said. 
"Auggie, please. We don't call you Friederike, do we Erik?" He joked. "It's a sincere pleasure to meet you." Auggie said. "The pleasure is all mine." Pearl said. 
"And this is my cousin Helene and her husband, Douglas, the Duke and Duchess of Richmond. And my other cousin, Louis is somewhere around this bar with a mate of mine, Julian." 
"Again, wonderful to meet you all" Pearl said. They sat and had drinks and chatted for the next hour. They were in Florence because Auggie is currently there, attending school. He is an art major at the university and they are all there to celebrate Erik's belated birthday together. They all seemed so normal and easy to talk to. Fi had struck up a conversation with Erik's cousin, Louis. He was a tall, slender man with light brown, unruly, wavy hair like Erik but was much leaner and had a less chiseled face, more round and bright. Erik had a husky voice and sometimes Pearl had a difficult time understanding him with his tone along with his accent. He also had this thing he did with his eyes, like an eyelid flutter when he talked to you. It was subtle but Pearl noticed it. He had full lips and a regal way about him. Even though he chose to spend time with those less desirable than his family would prefer, he had the way about him that projected refinement and culture. He was incredibly intimidating. 
"So when is the album release?" Auggie asked. 
"We just finished shooting our video last week in LA." Pearl paused and looked over at Erik, who looked at her with a look of knowing. He was there and knew it all. "We are thinking it should be released in about a week or so. If you give me an email or a way to contact you, I could send it to you before it comes out to the public? And the album as well?" Pearl suggested.
"Really? That would be fantastic. I'll give you my school email. I only use it to email teachers so it's secure for something like that." He said. She took out her phone and took down the information. "Got it! I will email you the day I get it myself." She said. He smiled and thanked her, giving her a big hug. 
"It's getting late. We have to get going back to our room. Again, pleasure to meet you both. Thank you for taking the time to sit with us tonight. I can't wait for the next season of Knights of Eden." Helene said and excised herself and her husband from the table. Louis was getting pretty drunk and Auggie was attempting to convince him to cut off for the bar. By the looks of things, Louis was the wildest of the royal children and right up Fi's alley. They had been flirting all evening. 
"I can't believe you are here." Erik said, moving his finger along the rim of his glass. "It's an absolutely incredible surprise. Is your husband here in town as well?" Erik asked, looking at his glass and then moving his eyes to hers. 
"No. He is not. He is... I don't know where he is. Los Angeles, I presume." Pearl said, looking to her left and avoiding eye contact. 
"I won't say that I am surprised but I also will say that it is unfortunate how much of a plonker your husband is." 
Pearl again avoided eye contact. 
"Where are you staying?" Erik asked. 
"The Villa dell'Angelo, in Pistoia." Pearl told him. 
"Ah. Yes. Lovely. Private villa there. I've heard of it. Good place to entertain guests, right?" He asked. 
"Of course. It's a beautiful villa." Pearl said. 
"Brilliant. Then it's settled. Louis, find Julian and the woman he was trying to pick up and let's head to Pistoia. Pearl has a villa rented there perfect for the after party." Erik said, turning his gaze back to Pearl and smiling. 


When real life divorce and loneliness becomes a fairy tale after a chance encounter with a movie star, Pearl’s life turns into a love triangle she wasn’t prepared for. Rock  stardom  and romance and getting a second chance at life and love means everything.

First off to the people who have decided to choose my book, thank you very, very much to rather decide to spend your time reading my collection of poetry. I will ensure you never get bored reading my poems. 
But just please don't hesitate to give proper feedback about my writing style. I would really appreciate if productive feedback is given. Once again tysm 💞💞.

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P.S- The below content is just an introduction about feeling good about yourself, not to be mistaken with poetry. Poems start from next chapter :)

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The world is absorbed with competition, attention and hatred. Alas, in a situation like today mental trauma is just a step away from our lives and anyone can break down at any time. The percentage of people suffering from depression has been the highest at our generation. What do you think has caused all this? When did we grow so delicate? Why do we give up so easily?



The reason for sure is not giving time to onself. Everyone's so busy in catching up with the competition, spreading hatred etc that one has forgotten the need to reflect upon themselves. People find it as a joke today regarding reflecting on themselves. 



Now work is being prioritised over family.
Stress is being prioritised over sleep. Hate is being prioritised over love. Ego is being prioritised over affection. This has resulted to us prioritising our doom over the beautiful life we could live.



A solution for all our problems is reflecting upon oneself, reflecting what is good for us. What do we enjoy? What are our goals? Once we find our lyrics we can tune them to our brain accordingly. Our brain is like music, the music that brings melody and harmony to one's ears and this music is complete only when the lyrics, that is our dreams, go hand in hand with it. Like wise what's the point of living when you are not sure of what you want?




It is a vital neccessity to feel good about ourselves. Especially during the quarantine season, use this opportunity to reflect about yourself, make yourself do things which provide you inspiration, which make you feel good. I believe in using your talent you have for a good cause. Many of the people tend to connect with writings that are sad and give motivation. I want to therefore help the world. I may not be present in front of you consoling and wiping your tears but I want to help everyone of you virtually. Through the power of literature I want to wipe up your tears and sorrow and I'll put my 1000% in it. Let a computer be a medium where we can heal everyone's sorrow. I'll try my level best to make everyone feel happy with my collection of poems; FEEL GOOD.




Now on the note on the introduction of FEEL GOOD I want to give an explanation on the type of poetry would be present in this collection. I honestly believe the world is a diverse place filled with diverse cultures, diverse cuisines, diverse languages. Therefore expecting diverse opinions is also very common. Everyone has different ways of feeling good. Some feel better when their efforts are appreciated and acknowledged, quite a few feel good when their is love spread everywhere instead of hatred. We even observe quite a few people feel good when negativity and toxicity are out of their system and we even observe cases where people feel good when they are next to nature. Hence be prepared to accompany with me in my diverse journey of FEEL GOOD. Together let us FEEL GOOD. Let's make the world FEEL GOOD...

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The words "Library" looked extremely proper. Lu Shu could not hide his excitement. He looked around secretly and stepped into the library since he did not see anyone around.
Lu Shu was thinking, could there be a guard around in an important place like the library?! After all, it contained the books of the entire palace of the King of Gods!
However, when Lu Shu walked in, nobody stopped him. There was nobody in the library.
He took a few steps behind and pushed a door near the cottage. Then, he saw a man sitting with his legs crossed on the ground with a sword in its sheath. When the man heard the door open, he opened his eyes. However, when he opened his eyes, the door was already closed. 
Lu Shu walked into the library feeling bothered. "Isn't there someone here, not everyone has gone to the Sword Hut selections. Why isn't anyone guarding the library, which is an important place?"
As he said that, he stepped into the library. As he walked, he examined the orientation of the room. When he saw the first two rows of shelves, he was stunned. It was difficult to look at these books, they were the poems of the king?!
Were the people crazy? Why did they keep such books?
Lu Shu sighed. He thought the Sword Hut was different but it was just as old-fashioned!
Old-fashioned!
He randomly grabbed a book and flipped. He was stunned almost immediately. The first poem was "Quiet Night Thought" written by Li Bai[1]! 
The poem was printed within and the author's name was handwritten!
"Don't tell me the owner of the Sword Hut wrote it," exclaimed Lu Shu.
He had always been curious. In the past, someone told him that the owner of the Sword Hut went to the palace of the King of Gods to fight with the old King of Gods for the poems of the king. At that moment, he wondered if the owner of the Sword Hut was someone from Earth? 
There were also rumors saying how the owner of the Sword Hut was a child adopted by the old King of Gods when he was out on a vacation. Therefore, Lu Shu was thinking, perhaps he went to Earth and copied so many poems?
Therefore, the owner of the Sword Hut should have come from Earth too…
Therefore, the owner of the Sword Hut did not expose the old King of Gods blatantly but instead helped to take care of his reputation. However, the books in the Sword Hut's Library was filled with handwritten information regarding the book's author and place of origin…
Initially, Lu Shu was not very interested in the library but he suddenly became extremely interested…
He felt as though his heart was burning with the urge to find out more. He revealed such a big secret by randomly flipping through a book?
He wanted to take every book out to flip through them. Then, Lu Shu realized that the owner of the Sword Hut had written down the author of every poem. Of course, the owner of the Sword Hut was not someone who studied the old poems. Therefore, it was understandable that they did not know who the author of certain poems were.
However, even if they did not know who the author was, they still wrote a small line of words at the back of the poem. Although Lu Shu did not know who wrote it, he was certain that it was not written by that particular person.
Tsk tsk, Lu Shu was initially mad with how the old King of Gods got rid of his backup plan. Now that he saw what the owner of the Sword Hut did, he suddenly felt relieved…
After a very long time spent flipping through the books, Lu Shu regained his senses and realized that the sun had set. At this moment, he heard footsteps outside the library. Then, he heard Gu Lingfei's voice. "What is going on, how can he go missing in the Sword Hut? If he disappeared, you guys are in trouble!"
Suddenly, Gu Lingfei stopped in front of the library of the cottage and turned. Both Gu Lingfei and Lu Shu's eyes met.
Lu Shu was about to say that he entered to take a look at the books. Since he was young, he loved to read books… Then, he suddenly realized that Gu Lingfei's expression turned to a look of disbelief. It was the first time she showed that expression on her beautiful face.
Gu Lingfei was shocked. "How did you get in? Who allowed you to go in?"
Lu Shu was unhappy. Nobody was guarding the library and there was no rule stating that nobody could enter. Why couldn't he enter? He said while looking at Gu Lingfei, "I am here to browse the books…"
"You…" Gu Lingfei was panicking. She tried to take a step into the library of the cottage and before her feet could touch the ground, the sound of a sword could be heard echoing throughout the library. It was an extremely sharp sound. 
Lu Shu looked up in shock. He suddenly realized that the grass of which the cottage was made up of turned as dangerous as swords! The library was a sword formation! 
At this moment, he finally understood why Gu Lingfei panicked. No wonder the place was left unguarded. Ordinary people could not even enter, including Master Gu Lingfei!
Gu Lingfei asked coldly, "Teacher had left for so many years and nobody could enter! Why can you enter?!"
Lu Shu was confused. "That's right, how did I enter?"
As he said that, Lu Shu stepped into the deep corners of the library and Gu Lingfei demanded in a low voice, "Get out now!"
Lu Shu said nonchalantly, "You come in and get me…"
Although Lu Shu did not understand why others could not enter but he could, he knew that if he went out and was caught by Gu Lingfei, he would never have the chance to go in again!
Therefore, he could not go out. Moreover, the way back home was in the library! Or rather, he wanted to dig out all the secrets in the library before he left!
Judging from how Gu Lingfei rushed Lu Shu out, it seemed like she had entered in the past and knew that it was an important place. However, that was precisely why Lu Shu wanted to stay.
Moreover, if the Master could not enter the cottage, it was the safest place…
However, Lu Shu thought that even though the owner of the Sword Hut had exceeded the Master realm, they would not be able to prevent a master from entering by randomly plotting a sword formation. Gu Lingfei probably did not attack because she was worried that she would destroy the entire library. 
Lu Shu did not know that all the seven Masters of the Sword Hut had entered the library and was taught by the owner of the Sword Hut.
This was the second most mysterious place, apart from the rear mountain, in the Sword Hut. Only those of the Master Realm could enter. After the owner of the Sword Hut left hurriedly 12 years ago, nobody could enter the library at all.
As Lu Shu walked, he suddenly discovered that the library only had poems of the king… He did not believe it initially but after touring the entire library, he confirmed that there were only poems of the king….
His face turned black immediately. Were all the books hidden?!
[1] One of the most famous classical Chinese poems by the famous poet


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

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