this is a collection of some of my poems. some of the poems are about love, life, unrequited love, sorrow, loneliness, and more. I hope you can enjoy of my collection of poems and I hope I can transmit the emotions that the poems are supposed to give.

Just some poems I wrote because poems help us heal. And vent.

The Book of Poems... But Instead Called Poems of Blossom
Brought to you by and written by a thirteen year old...
Be prepared to be surprised and...
Yes this is a book full of poems.

A book of poems that I made for fun. Each poem is different so if you dislike one then just know there are many different types. The newest poems are better then the older poems.

Discovering the poetic side of life .....

Sometimes things are bad.....sometimes good....let’s discover both the sides together.....

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


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

After he posted on Weibo, the surging voices that came to curse at Zhang Ye seemed to stop!

See me or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy. What a free and easy poem! What a big-hearted attitude! Many people heaved in a mouthful of air upon seeing this! With the entire poem appearing, it gave a feeling that it was detached from all material things! It made the reader of the poem full of positive energy!

What was a good poem?

This may be what a good poem was!

Zhang Ye's choice of this poem to hit back was undoubtedly very powerful!

With this, the other side weakened, whereas Zhang Ye's neither clinging, nor abandoning fans felt their spirits enriched. They all began to shout!

SpringWindBlows: "Haha! Teacher Zhang Ye has fought back! Everyone, quickly have a look!"

WillowBowl: "Another new piece of work! Wow! This poem has a lot of feelings!"

Macho557: "None of Teacher Zhang Ye's works can be faulted! Too awesome!"

There was a person who published a long evaluation, named LifeIsABallOfFire, "I never read modern poems. I have never liked things related to art, ever since I was young. However, Teacher Zhang Ye has made me completely fall in love with literature and art, like poems. I do not know if those people cursing at Teacher Zhang Ye behind their keyboards or those so-called professional authors have any eyes! All of you are at least authoritative literature authors in Beijing. One of you is even some association's Vice President, so don't make us look down on you, alright? Even a layman like me can see how good Teacher Zhang Ye's poems are. Yet you despise it? Just because he is young? Is age a reason? Is this the method that you use to belittle the works of others? Then aren't you stooping too low!?"

"The previous poster said it well! Supporting Teacher Zhang!"

"Forever supporting Teacher Zhang Ye! Bull**** experts! Ignore them!"

"Teacher Zhang Ye's poems are popular. Look at the number of forwards. Look at the comments. Look at the search hits of every poem of Teacher Zhang’s, as well as the clicks in any major discussion forum. The eyes of the masses are bright. The market has already made its judgment. I'm curious; why would some people be jealous of Teacher Zhang's results? Must they jump out and say some words to stomp on him? Using Teacher Zhang's words, why did you give up treatment?"

With Zhang Ye taking the lead, his fans also followed him to counterattack.

The Beijing poet, Big Thunder, also commented, "Do you know literature, or do we know literature? Just now, that love poem... Does anyone know what he is saying? Do you know? Don't pretend to know if you don't understand! Literature is literature! Art is art! They are not things used to fool others!"

ZhangYeNumber1Fan came out. Ever since the Weibo war of words, this hardcore fan of Zhang Ye would not hesitate to stand up whenever Zhang Ye faced troubles. He retorted, "Then can I ask Teacher Big Thunder above, ‘what is art?’ Do you not know? Well, is art something that depends on what you say? Then what are we commoners for? Then what's the point of us poetry lovers? Literary works are things only you can enjoy? What a joke! To be a poet at such a level? You aren't even a hundredth of Teacher Zhang Ye's level! A literary work is for the commoners to see it and for them to resonate with it. They would be moved; they would have feelings. That is why Teacher Zhang's poem is so popular. This is the literary judgment by us commoners!"

There were also capable people on Weibo.

For example, a person named HDUSOS09 said, "Let me first declare that I am neutral. I do not support either side. I've been reading all day and have seen Zhang Ye's poem. I may be lacking in knowledge, but let me correct Teacher Big Thunder's evaluation. I think it is quite biased. Love poem? I do not think it is a love poem. Although the poem's text has the word affection, and even the ending has the word love, that is just something literal. If you can properly understand this poem, you will discover that this is a poem that is full of compassion. How can a person write about romantic love with a compassionate heart? That's why my analysis is that Teacher Zhang Ye had written this poem to his fans. No, actually, it should be said that he wrote this poem to everyone in this world!"

"Please continue."

"A capable person has come; please continue your analysis."

"Waiting for the capable person to analyze this poem I couldn't understand!"

A lot of comments came in below. Many of them did not understand what Zhang Ye wanted to express, but nonetheless they felt that the poem was especially carefree!

HDUSOS09 continued, "It is my personal opinion, but I think that Teacher Zhang Ye wanted to express love to the common person. He knew his work would not be accepted by everyone. Whether they scold him or dislike him, he will not be affected. He only wants to use his works to move people, touch people, help people. Which is why whether they see or not see him, he is neither sad, nor happy. Whether they follow or unfollow him, he will not discard or depart from them. Being a normal person, Teacher Zhang Ye might not be able to reach this state. But as a poet, he needs to have such an attitude. Yeah, this is what I see. I might not be correct, but this poem is so memorable and worth rereading; every sentence feels like it can make people think and reflect upon on it for a long time!"

"Well said!"

"It's informative!"

"So that's what it means! Thank you for the expert dissection!"

HDUSOS09 replied, "It not really a dissection; the poem is really deep, so even I don't have the ability to analyze it. It is just my personal opinion. Nevertheless, the truth has been proven; who says Teacher Zhang Ye does not know how to write poems? Who says Teacher Zhang Ye's poems are not works of literature or art? Don't take others as fools! I am neither an author, nor poet, but I'm still considered a literary person. If i dare to say it today, just based on Teacher Zhang Ye's ‘See Me or Not’ poem, there should be a place for Teacher Zhang in the nation's literary circle! No one can deny the quality of his art!"

"I sincerely apologize. Listening to those dog s*** Beijing Writers’ Association's Vice President and a few vocal authors, I thought they were correct. It made me post and criticize Teacher Zhang Ye. I'm so godd*mn stupid; why did I believe them at all! What professionals? In the future, I won't listen to any professional opinions! I will trust in my own judgement! Teacher Zhang's poems must be good poems! They moved me so many times!"

"I apologize, too. I was really confused just now!"

"Yeah. Who still f***ing dares to say Teacher Zhang Ye doesn't know how to write poems?"

Zhang Ye's fans who left came back again and made a scene. Zhang Ye proved his worth and, at the same time, responded back at those unscrupulous people!

But there were still scoldings.

"Bull****!"

"He only knows how to put on an act!"

"That's right! You said it so amazingly! It was too exaggerated!"

"How come I didn't see anything good about the poem? You guys are just bragging about Zhang Ye! How much did he pay you all? A dollar for a comment? You guys are so supportive with the bragging!"

"The professionals have stated their case and yet you all are unhappy?"

ZhangYeNumber1Fan could not longer stand it, "Comrades, when logic no longer works, what do we do?"

ZhangYeNumber1Fan seemed to have a good reputation and network on the internet. When he appeared, lots of trolls would respond to his callings. They had responded earlier, but were overwhelmed by the fans of those poets and authors. There were too many of them and the trolls were unable to do much. Now was the time to fight back!

"If logic doesn't work, then there's nothing to talk about anymore!"

"Let's curse! Crash their Weibo!"

"When did our troll army ever need to use logic?"

"Hahaha. Logic was never our strong point!"

"All the discussion earlier... I did not understand one bit of it. Even the poem, I did not understand it. But so what! I just godd*mn support Teacher Zhang Ye!"

"Let's attack, bros!"

"Buy watches for all of them!"

"It's time for us to attack our enemies again!"

"My large saber is again again again unable to endure the thirst!"

"Quickly gather the forces; there's nothing better than fighting our foes together with Teacher Zhang!"

Zhang Ye's troll army once again embarked on a bloody battle with their enemies. This group of people with nothing to do, who could find fault with anything, were bloodthirsty. Nothing could stop them. To them, this was the joy of living.

The opponents' fans were awed by Zhang Ye's "See Me or Not". Some of them even quietly logged off. They knew that they were behaving vexatiously earlier. A person who could write such an awesome modern poem, how could he not know how to write poems? But many of them still supported the teachers of the literary circle. To them, Meng Dongguo and the others were the seniors, Big Thunder and the others were the real professionals on poems. Since they rejected Zhang Ye's literary upbringing, then they must be right!

Two sides cursed each other, but there was no clear outcome.

Close to 12 midnight, most people had logged off. After both sides came to a standstill, Zhang Ye's modified poems were scheduled for an appearance!

There was "The Song of the Stormy Petrel".

There was "Flying Bird and Fish".

There was also "A Generation".

Everyone was more than happy with Zhang Ye's modified poems. This was something started by Zhang Ye, because no other writer had ever modified their own works for arguing!

"Proposing to me, or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy..."

"Marry me, or not. There will your mom always stay, sometimes sorrow, sometimes joy..."

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Ye's "See Me or Not" Weibo message had been forwarded more than 2,000 times. There were more than 10,000 comments. Regardless of it being questioned, this poem had gone viral!

"Where's Teacher Zhang?"

"Our standards are limited. Wishing for Teacher Zhang's modifications!"

"Hahaha, that's right. Every time Teacher Zhang modifies his own poems, he does it so well!"

Seeing this, Zhang Ye heeded their summons and came forward. Again, he displayed his self-mocking spirit and posted a new Weibo message.

"Fan me, or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy."

"(Thread) Bumping me, or not. There will people stay, no coming, nor going."

"Reply me, or not. There will the thread stay, no increase, nor decrease;"

"See me, or not. There my poem stays in your Weibo, no discarding, nor departure;"

"Come to my Weibo, or let me go to your Weibo. Forwarding with serenity. Comment that's all!"

This was one of the modifications of "See Me or Not" in Zhang Ye's world. Zhang Ye felt that this was most appropriate to obtain fans, so he sent it out.

When everyone saw this, they were in stitches!

"I've already fan-ed!"

"Must fan!"

"Teacher Zhang is too cute!"

"I love you, Teacher Zhang!"

"So well-written! Hilarious!"

"Teacher Zhang can always spare no effort to publicize himself in the best method! And he doesn't even show a trace of that!"

"The critical thing is his magnanimity. Look at what sort of spirit Teacher Zhang has! He can make jokes and mingle with us. Look at all those Beijing literature bunch of so-called authors and poets. All of them are as if they are all so high and mighty!"

"That's right!"

"As expected of Teacher Zhang to be cute!"

"Teacher Zhang is the greatest poet in my heart!"


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!

June 3, 2012 – Sunday 10 am – Okuba, Nabla
""""""Dear Payew, 
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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

"Cough! Cough!"
Guo Yunzi didn't come back to himself until a long time later. He was completely shocked by Wang Hao. He had been working on poems his entire life; he did not expect that he would be defeated by an erotic poem.
"Grandpa, are you okay?" Duo Duo hurried to give Guo Yunzi a hand. She also glared at Wang Hao, who she thought was an utter scumbag.
"Do you mean what you said? You went boating with a girl and did it in the mist?" Zhao Yiling looked at Wang Hao coldly.
Seeing that, all the guys grew excited.
The lady had finally seen through this man. He might be a great poet, but so what? Tricking the lady meant buying a ticket to hell.
With sadness in his eyes, Wang Hao sighed. "Years ago, I was only a lost lamb who didn't know what he wanted at all, but after I ran into you, I realized I was born for you. Please let me say this aloud: I love you!"
Zhao Yiling blushed under Wang Hao's affectionate eyes. Her heart was racing, and she forgot that she was going to teach Wang Hao a lesson.
All the guys were dumbfounded. What was wrong with the ice queen they knew?
Did she not know that this scumbag was manipulating her?
Wang Hao lifted Zhao Yiling's hair and stared at her in fascination. "You are as beautiful as a lotus flower!"
Zhao Yiling's neck turned red, and her body was hotter than ever. She felt that she would fall for this man's nice words if she were to stay here any longer.
Thinking that, Zhao Yiling glanced at Wang Hao and quickly ran off. There was no telling where she went.
Wang Hao smiled and shouted at Zhao Yiling's back, "I will find you even if you run to the end of the world…"
Zhao Yiling blushed even harder and ran even faster. She was sure that she would be vanquished if she stayed.
Although she wanted Wang Hao to be her husband, he would still have to prove that he was good at martial arts in order to make a living.
Since her father was a commander, she couldn't look for a husband who could only write poems but could not fight.
So, she must not fall for Wang Hao too soon, not until he revealed his talents in martial arts.
Ling Xiao looked at Wang Hao and felt like worshiping him. Wang Hao had made a girl swoon in only ten minutes after blurting out multiple classic poems.
If the girl hadn't fled so fast, she would probably be packed away by Wang Hao.
However, while talents in literature were important, Wang Hao's shamelessness was definitely what mattered most.
How could he have been brazen enough to make up so many lies?
After Zhao Yiling left, Wang Hao looked at Guo Yunzi disdainfully. "Old fart, stop embarrassing yourself. You should go back home and start farming instead!"
"Kid, we both did a justifiable review on the poem just now, and literature can be controversial. So, nobody really won," Guo Yunzi said casually. "If you think you're good enough, why don't we compete in other aspects?"
"Hehe. It seems that you're not giving up at all!" Wang Hao gazed at Guo Yunzi. Since this guy insisted on being humiliated, he wouldn't go easy on him.
At this moment, the girls at the party all looked at Wang Hao with strong affection.
Other than the erotic limericks, the poems he wrote about women were all classic.
If the poems were written for them, their names would definitely be passed on with these poems, and they would be remembered as goddesses that everybody praised even after they aged and died.
For women who loved prettiness most, it was too tempting.
Those benefits were too distant, but there were still concrete returns near at hand.
If a few classic poems were created for them, some experts might learn of their name and pursue them, and they would be much more influential than before.
Regretfully, all of Wang Hao's poems were written for Zhao Yiling. They could totally foresee that Zhao Yiling would be praised as the most beautiful woman in the Glorious Sky Federation a few months later.
"Someone, prepare brush and ink!" Guo Yunzi waved his hand, and his vibe completely changed.
Hearing that, a few maids quickly carried over two tables, with brushes, ink, paper, and everything.
"Haha. You want to compete with me in calligraphy? All right, let's have some fun today…" Wang Hao laughed and walked to the tables.
…
Zhao Yiling returned to her room and had a cup of cold water before she finally felt that she was back to normal.
A girl in black next to her couldn't help but ask, "My lady, according to our investigation, the man nicknamed Jade-Faced Dragon is a disloyal scoundrel who has deceived multiple women. Why did you choose him?"
Zhao Yiling chuckled. "All men are disloyal. My father was disloyal too before he met my mother, but look at how obedient he is in front of my mother now. So, there's no need to be concerned about that."
"But the general only hit bars in the past, and this guy is deceptive and manipulative…" argued the girl in black.
Without offering a reply, Zhao Yiling said softly, "What do you think of his talents in literature?"
The girl in black nodded and said, "He's very good. It is even safe to say that few people are better than him in the Glorious Sky Federation."
Zhao Yiling asked again, "Do you think you can develop literary talent, or cure disloyalty?"
The girl in black was enlightened. "Literary talent is natural and can't be changed, but as for disloyalty, I'm sure you can tame this guy as long as you ask your mother for advice, my lady."
"Therefore, this man has met half of my requirements for a husband. It remains to be seen how good he is at fighting." Zhao Yiling was both hopeful and anxious that she might be disappointed.
"My lady, that man is competing with Senior Guo again!" Another girl in black ran in. "They're competing in calligraphy this time."
"Calligraphy?" Zhao Yiling was stunned. Why couldn't this man be slightly more modest? How many years of experience did he have? And he wanted to compete with Guo Yunzi in calligraphy?


Waking up from a hangover, Wang Hao finds himself reborn in an alternate world. To his delight, he realizes that he has a system to help him in this new world. However, his system turns out to be a highly unconventional one. Instead of serving justice and winning the respect of other people, Wang Hao has to do all kinds of bad things in order to make use of the system. So, Wang Hao embarks on the journey to being cursed for good…

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