A BEST SELLING AUTHOR ON AMAZON for Poems Book 1, Poems Book 3, Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book One AND You Can Lose Weight Just Like Me – From 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story











D.S.PAIS










Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book Three












Copyright 2019 D. S. Pais
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Poems Book 1, Poems Book 3, Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book One AND You Can Lose Weight Just Like Me – From 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story





Rescue
Diane
Tiene
Rescue Book 2: Giselle
Matters of the Heart
An Unlikely Christmas
The Spell of an Irresistible Woman
The silhouette in the picture









Self - Help:
How to Identify My Greatest Passion in Life
A PRAGMATIC Method to face repeated failures
The METHOD





Poetry:
Poems Book 2, Poems Book 4, Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book Two








Acknowledgements:






I dedicate this book to my family, relatives and friends who have been an inspiration in my life to continue with my work, in particular my husband Brayan, my children, Gavin and Glen.

I am indebted to my readers, because of whom I derive my inspiration to keep writing.

There are women who continue to inspire me in my life and this book is dedicated to them.

In this book, tributes have been written to the following ten women who made an impact in society: Mary Shelley, Catherine the Great, Vera Atkins, Cleopatra, Elizabeth Fry, Mary Anning, Joan of Arc, Isabella of Castile, Catherine of Siena and Wangari Maathai



















Selected comments for other books:


"Hello DSPais, thank you for this nice short sensible book. I bought your kindle for 99 cents and have already read it in ten minutes! I really like your approach of creative visualization. I weighed 91 kg and reduced to 72 kg but have increased back to 78 kg now, so am interested in ways to reinforce good diet and practice psychology of weight loss, especially just reducing amount of food. I will try your recipe of apple cider vinegar before meals. Reading your short book has helped me to focus my mind on good habits."
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story.

"An ideal book for any normal person, who wants to lose weight. Steps mentioned can be followed by any one, who has the desire to lose weight. Overall a good one."
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story.

"Read Matters of the Heart today. Beautifully written."
Book: Matters Of The Heart.

"Reading the Repeated Failures Book. Found a few good points".
Book: A PRAGMATIC Method to face repeated failures

"I read your book; it is nice in the way people can relate to as people face the same issues in their everyday life"
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story

"I read your book on how to lose weight…..so nicely written. All your steps are very easy and normal to follow."
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story

"It's really great that you did this… both the weight loss and the book. Very admirable."
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story

"For a nice experience, turn to Beauty of the Night Surrounds Me, where we find this: "When the Sun has worn her evening gown; /The wind is gushing her wings /and around me, the lark sings. I should also mention Journey of an Individual, which is about meeting after a long-distance relationship.  Pais is from a culture different from mine, and this poem gives an insight into another world view – which, like yours and mine, includes love and hope."
Book: Poems Book One

"Ten poems is a small taste of a promising writer. I will content myself with a couple of comments. The opening poem, An Odd Encounter with Fate, is a narrative of how a relationship that seems a total non-starter can later catch up with both individuals. For a tough poem, turn to Infidelity. Here Pais begins to reach into your gut. Finally, Season of Love is a nice and gentle romantic poem. I should mention that Pais generally rhymes, exactly or closely. For those who prefer careful stanzas, that is a plus you will get from this book."
Book: Poems Book Two

"Now, let's go into what I enjoyed about "Poems." This short collection did what many others have not, and what many short stories try to do but aren't able to do; it made me feel. These poems individually but collectively made me feel so much. If you have ever felt love and know the joy and pains of what it is to love someone, then the first one is touching. I do not think D.S wrote either poem one or poem four for that matter, about the type of people I lost that I loved and that this poem reminded me of. I think hers was intended more romantic and less the love I had for the family members I miss. But there is this line at the end that touched my soul near the end and reminded me immediately of the pain of the loss of love that I still shoulder. With everything taken into consideration with my math, I'm Scoring "Poems" with a score of 92/100. That is a five-star review on Goodreads and Amazon."
Book: Poems Book One

The author lays out clearly the steps that aided her in losing weight. It is easy to follow and the suggestions are easy to implement into your daily life. The book gives you exactly what the author intended to and that is to provide insight on what worked for her.
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story

This novella is quick, sweet romance. Kate was with her boyfriend for two years in a dead end relationship. A chance sighting at a job interview places Kate at her dream job and in the presence of her future. She meets Ernst who is seemingly living a double life. Fate draws them together for a HEA. The story was told from a third party point of view. It was very descriptive and the plot was clear and easy to follow. While you knew the plot and where it was going, at times the wording was very stilted, which could lead to some confusion when reading. This also made it difficult for me to connect with the characters and truly invest in the story.
Book: Matters Of The Heart.

The ladies of importance well chosen. The simple words of yours to give them glory, well written.
Book: Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book One























Dedicated to the spirit of freedom and determination

























Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book Three




















Contents








• A Dream Writer
• The Star of the North
• Lady Spy
• I will not be led in a triumph
• Angel of Prisons
• She sells seashells
• The maid of Orleans
• The Queen of Castile
• Doctor of the Church
• The Nobel Peace Prize Environmentalist












A Dream Writer

(In praise of Mary Shelley)





She had a thirst for knowledge and a mind that persevered
A prompt from Byron to write a ghost story, she considered
Morning after morning when all she replied with a negative
It was from one of her wakeful nights, a story she would give

She saw her ghost fable in front of her eyes, with signs of life
She was frightened and spent the night in uneasy wakerife
She began writing her dream and it became "Frankenstein"
She realised that she had stepped out from childhood wherein


When two of her children met with unexpected death
She turned to writing, weeping and holding her breath
She channelled her thoughts on her political freedom
She came up with novels and plays in creative wisdom

She financially aided the women whom society disapproved
It was not in boast, but simple justice that she was moved
She was a political radical throughout her life with empathy
She reformed the society through cooperation and sympathy














The Star of the North

(In praise of Catherine the Great)





Her coronation was one of the main treasures along with cadastres
The Russian Empire extended a little over 2 million square kilometres
Russia emerged as the dominant leader, defeating mighty powers
The Glory of Catherine amidst victories ushered in like thundershowers

She was the pioneer for Russia as an international mediator in disputes
League of Armed Neutrality was one of her key mediation attributes
Industries rose in textiles and ironworks with serfs during her reign
Russian economy, modernized by Volga Germans who were foreign

For funding military needs Government paper money was issued
Assignation Bank and its bank branches were thus pursued
In arts, literature and education, she had earned a reputation
Contributed to comedies, memoirs, encyclopaedia's proliferation

Leading economists became members of Free Economic Society
She recruited scientists to the Russian capital for scientific satiety
In her Nakaz, she issued codes to address modernisation trends
"The Star of the North" in 500 districts and 50 provinces she propends

She was a great patron of Russian opera, culture and arts
With head held high and regal costume, she won over hearts
She conferred "Charter of the Towns" and "Charter to the Nobility"
Her legal innovations bolted Russia to the phase of hypnotisability



Catherine the Great became Russia's longest ruling female leader
She was influenced by modernism and was a conceptualizer
The Catherinian Era was famed the Golden Age of Russia
The enlightened queen revitalised the country in nostalgia

















Lady Spy

(In praise of Vera Atkins)





She began her work in the French section of the SOE as a secretary
She became a de facto intelligence officer as deemed necessary
She recruited and deployed British agents in occupied France
She awaited decoded transmissions sent by them furtherance

Known for her steel-trap intelligence and fierce loyalty absolute
She stood on the runway to watch each take off in a parachute
While Hitler was unaware of Atkin's street smart brilliance
The F Section was equivalent to fifteen division's endurance

She was ardent in the search for F Section's 118 missing agents
Ensured that they were widely recognized for their achievements
In the world of spies, the tight-lipped, outspoken lady was the boss
The Knight of the Legion of Honour was grieved with tremendous loss

In this book, tributes have been written to the following ten women who made an impact in society: Mary Shelley, Catherine the Great, Vera Atkins, Cleopatra, Elizabeth Fry, Mary Anning, Joan of Arc, Isabella of Castile, Catherine of Siena and Wangari Maathai

Noah- i just dont know rose but you are really pretty and you are the most beautiful eyes I just don't know I just felt that I have fallen for you in a second when eyes meet with each other I really love that eye contact with you I am so sorry if you feel awkward that I am saying this things to you but whatever I am saying it's true I'm really sorry if you feel bad.

Rose- o Oh ho sweet of you saying such things to me.

Noah- your welcome sweetie.

Rose- can you say something about you I wanna know you "

Noah- Why not? So I am 18 years old my name is Noah and I really love to swim and write short poems I know many of people are not attracted to this small poems poems but I am really attracted to them I just don't know whenever I am sad whenever I am happy I just like poems like a short and I just express my feelings from that poems

Rose- oh that's really cool like why people don't like it I really appreciate such kind of thing I am really happy that I met someone who do the same thing has been even I do write small short stories I really love to write small and short stories and I express my feelings.

Noah- oh my god now I feel that we are connected to each other don't you feel that rose

Rose - here's my home i am going home bubyee sorry if i am rude for not answering the question but i dont know how to answer it either.

At Home.

Mom- who was that guy ?

Rose -MOMM!!!!
Mom - Yesterday you told that you don't want to get involved in any boyfriend material so who is he he is Your Man right I know rules even I was the same when I was young like you don't keep secrets Rose I am your mum and I know you well

Am I really falling for him he was so sweet today where he told that my eyes are beautiful really loved his really dark Husky voice which I really loved. let's see what happened next I don't know what will happen whether I will be together with him or not let's sleep good night

what will happen next?
Noah will ask her out for a date  or not?
keep reading keep supporting
thank you so much for reading my story it's almost 2 k reads and I'm really happy see please read my story.

Louie Ados

I always try to live through everyone's expectations, I was so used to people praising me for who I am, being the perfect ideal type of every guy, being the perfect ideal type for a daughter, student and even as a friend.

Room 1 is my classroom, it's filled with brainy students or talented kids who're honored for their skills, even the daughter of the US president is here. Of course I got in through my own talent and intelligence, no money was used to bribe staff. 
As I walk to my desk that's beside the window my friend Gladys waved at me.
"Hey! How was your weekend?" Gladys happily said
"Good" I said "You know me same old thing"
"Ugh! Reading poems again" she said in disgust "When are you gonna go out and have fun…,you know, like shopping or watching a movie."
"Why not try reading them? It's super good.. I can give you a poem that might attract your senses." I said as I was sitting down on my chair "There are poems for everyone."
Gladys imitated a vomiting action. 
"Oh don't be harsh on poems, try reading one it might interest you." I said. 
Bell Rang and our literature teacher came in.
He took our attendance and said "Louie Ados, You like reading poems right?" In a serious tone.
"I actually adore poems" I said while standing up "Why'd you ask Mr. Defer?" 
"Then you're the perfect person to fit for this job…, I'll be giving you an outside task" he said as he was coming toward me "Do this and I'll be giving you bonus points for the next exam…, What do you say?"
"Mr. Defer, I know nothing of this outside task. Why should i accept such a thing?" I said in a serious tone
"That's right, Let's talk about the details after class.. Got to the teacher's lounge. I'll discuss it with you there." He said as he turned around to go to the front.
While sitting down I was curious as to why he needs a person like me.
Class ended, I stood up and picked up my things and went straight to the teacher's lounge.
Mr. Defer wasn't there yet.So, I took a bit of a look around the teacher's lounge, As I was looking around a man whispered behind me near my ear "What are you looking at?" 
As I panicked I jumped, turned around,closed my eyes and quickly slapped the man's cheek.

'Slap'

In shock I later realized that I slapped someone who I absolutely have no Idea who might he be.., Shit. I opened my eyes and saw the man rubbing his cheek.
"Is that how you people treat students from outside?" He said while coming near me,
He grabbed my chin and said "Nice slap though." He said leaning in to kiss me.
I panicked and kicked him in that spot..,

'Thud'

"Ooooh" he moaned in pain

Shit. 
Later on I found myself bowing down and apologizing to him.
He was on the ground holding you know what is, shouting all kinds of curse words.
I saw my teacher behind him and quickly hit his head with a thick book.

'Bam'

"WHY'D YOU DO THAT FOR OLD MAN?!" The man said "SHE BROKE MY EGGS! THIS IS HARASSMENT!"

"His name is Mark Christopher Kyle, just call him MK" Mr. Defer said, Mr. Defer gave MK a signal meaning to introduce himself to me but instead MK shrugs Mr. Defer and out of nowhere Mr. Defer smacks the back head of MK.

'Pok'

"This is bullying im so reporting you.." MK whispered loudly enough for Mr. Defer to hear and lower enough so other people won't hear, Out of nowhere chuckled loud enough for him to hear "Names MK" he made it sound cool and all, "M'kay" I said in a teasing tone.
"Anyway"Mr. Defer interrupted "I want you to ask your mother and father to come tomorrow," he said in such a serious tone. "You can leave now, I'll tell you tomorrow what you have to do, He told me he wouldn't be able to make it just now, let's discuss about the details tomorrow" he said, Mr.Defer looked at MK "and you, you're coming with me" he said while pinching his ear and dragging him inside his office.

I left the office and headed to driveway waiting for my pick-up service,
A man suddenly gently tapped my shoulder, I turned around and he said "Miss, I will be your new pick-up service, follow me pls." He said..
As I was following him I wondered why my old service got replaced, nevertheless my mind kept thinking about what Mr. Defer's favor is.

As I arrived at my house, I entered the house, went up the stairs and did my homework. It's still on my head what the favor was and why he needs my parents to come tomorrow.
"I should probably sleep" I told myself
A soft knock was heard on my door and the door opened for a little bit it was my mother, "Eat. Downstairs?" My mom said with a japanese accent, my mother has yet to fully learn english so her english is a bit messy.
"No, Thank you." I said standing up "By the way, Mr. Defer wants you both to come to school tomorrow." I said looking at her and waiting for her reaction, she nodded and closed the door to keep me in peace, "Seems like they knew each other, anyhow I should go to bed and get some rest."

Two people from different families meet, fall in love, and ran away from their own flesh and blood from the same reason.

I write because I'm good friends with words,
Long since my childhood they have been with me through all my thick and thin.
Through my summers and my winters, through my spring and my autumns
Not that the others are strangers,
Neither the canvases betrayed me
Nor that the lenses left my side...
But still , they are not more than acquaintances.
I write...
I write because I feel as a whole
My words make me complete.
They stand for me , they talk for me.
When everyone leaves, they stay...
They have always stayed to uphold me.
When it feels like the end, and everything fades away...
I'm left with my words,
My statements and lines.
My poems and stories.
My rants and letters.

You see, I'm an introvert and it's very hard for me to express myself openly. I have trust issues and I felt that sharing your problems with others would just add on to their problems and that it will burden them . Although, I know better now. Expressing yourself to others and sharing how feel with others won't burden them with anything. It will give you relief and make them feel worthy. They will be happy to be your safe place. 
I started to write poems and stories when I was eight; being very shy as a kid I used to write a lot. Writing down my feelings gave me happiness. My diary was my very first friend, one who would never judge me but will always be there to listen when I pour my heart out. A very wise woman once told me that, there would be times when I may feel very lonely between people and won't be able to figure what I want. At these times, I'd find home in my words, in my writings. When everything around me gets darker and the reality starts to bite, I tend to write stories and create characters and weave a beautiful, happy story with my words. I'd give it a happy ending, though I know that not all stories don't have a happy ending; but we read to escape from the bitter reality don't we? So, why not fill the stories with happiness and laughter and let it's end give the keen reader a sign of contentment and fill his/her world with sparkles, though it maybe for a couple of minutes. These good hours that he/she would invest in a good read would leave a little smile on their everyday gloomy faces. 
After reading the whole series of Harry Potter I was aspired to be one of their kind. I even put the protective charms outside my room, to keep away all the evil and I believe it sort of worked. I grew up reading Shakespeare, Conan Doyle, Ruskin Bond, Agatha Christie, Jane Austen, William Wordsworth, John Green, Lemony Snicket and many such marvelous writers and poets. Though one may not be able to create stories or write poems, one can always entertain themselves by reading the enriching literature that lets you explore the world, without having to move your feet.

Take a  look at the world through Audrea's glasses. Audrea is full of life and dreams. She has a very unique approach towards life and loves to explore the depths of it. Let's embark on this journey with her and find out the perks and troughs of being a teen in today's world.

Ding dong!
Right then, Xiao Feifei's phone sounded.
"It's Lingchen."
Xiao Feifei's eyes brightened, and she immediately opened the message. "He has really finished the script."
"He actually finished the script in three days?!" Sister Lin exclaimed in surprise. "I wonder what's the quality like."
"It won't be bad." Xiao Feifei was filled with anticipation. She printed out Ye Lingchen's script in a hurry and read it back to back with Sister Lin.
Once they started, their laughter never stopped and they were totally engrossed in it, unable to stop midway. Only when they finished the last page could they stop reading.
"This script...OMG! It will definitely be a hit!" Sister Lin gasped a mouthful of cold air. She recalled the plots in iPartment and still felt like laughing.
Xiao Feifei was the Queen of TV series. Their sense for TV series was definitely on par with any directors. This iPartment script was really well written and could be considered a masterpiece!
"It's a heartwarming and funny TV series." Although Xiao Feifei had full confidence in Ye Lingchen, she was still shocked when she saw that script. She even felt that this script surpassed all the scripts she had seen before this!
"The content of this script is impeccable. It accommodates audiences of all ages. Most importantly, this script's filming cost is extremely low!" Xiao Feifei noticed that point.
Filming cost was an important factor for a filming company because it directly affected the profits. Nonetheless, Ye Lingchen managed to create the perfect content and minimize the cost at the same time. He deserved to be described as a genius. Furthermore, this script was written in only three days!
If that news were to be leaked, it would shake the screenwriting community. All the screenwriters would die from embarrassment!
"Feifei, I finally understand why you're working so hard." Sister Lin nodded profoundly as she read the script.
At first, Xiao Feifei was a rare good girl in her eyes. Those that are worthy of her could be counted on one's hand. However, Ye Lingchen was an exception!
Just what kind of monstrous person was this!?
Seeing Xiao Feifei reply to him with a satisfied emoji, Ye Lingchen smiled and took a break. He then used his phone to log onto Weibo.
Recently, there were a lot of people tagging him on Weibo, causing his Weibo account to vibrate non stop with notifications. Even some of the public official accounts were tagging him. Meanwhile, he was unsure of what had happened.
Novel Y's Weibo was already taken over from all sides. Below it were countless comments. 
[F*ck! Please go to Weibo and sanction this. I can't take it anymore!]
[Novel Y, aren't you good with poems? Please go at it with those poets. I beg of you!]
[Livestream Y, you can't just focus on live streaming. You're so good with poems, why not write a few more?]
[F*ck! I can't take it anymore. I want to vomit!]
[I didn't turn on Weibo for three days now. My eyes, it burns!]
…
Ye Lingchen was shocked when he entered Weibo's main page.
In the middle of the main page was an event banner. It was the poem event that he saw a few days back. It was a platform for everyone to express themselves through poems.
To be honest, that event was rather successful and was buzzing with activity.
Opening the event link, Ye Lingchen was surprised. The event page was unexpectedly filled with many poems over the past few days. It was roughly estimated to be in the thousands.
Apart from some trolls from when the event started, it managed to bring in a few traditional linguists to take part as the event progressed.
Their Weibo were all certified accounts, and they were members of the Author's Association from various districts, various poets, modern poets, and even ancient poem appraisers.
This group of people was rather famous and had previously created some works. With their reputation, their participation immediately boosted the status and liveliness of the event.
Everyone took turns to voice out their comments, teachings, and debates.
At first, everything was fine. However, this group of people got addicted to boasting which eventually got into their heads. With that rush, they started sharing their poems for everyone to read.
[XX City's WA [1] Chairman: River covers all, black hole above the well. White on a yellow dog, swelling on a white dog.]
[XX City's WA member no.1: Good poem, good poem! Chairman's poem is describing a snowing scene, right? So lifelike. I'm humbled, so humbled!]
[XX City's WA member no.2: The poem's content and words are easily relatable. It also breaks apart from the usual rhyming pattern, especially that last sentence, "swelling on a white dog", is the essence of the poem. It shows us the scene of a heavy snowstorm, causing the image to pop out from the paper! Just amazing!]
[XX City's WA member no.3: This poem is a masterpiece, one I look up to!]
Faced with the praise from the crowd, XX City's WA Chairman laughed humbly, [It's nothing. This is just something I wrote casually at the end of last year. It's not suited for formal events. Please don't laugh at me…] 
With that, they started stroking each other's ego on the platform, getting more and more out of hand, eventually turning the platform into their stage.
Ye Lingchen continued reading. With that, it turned even more nonsensical.
[XX City's WA Chairman: Since everyone is sharing their works, then I shall show my flaws and entertain everyone. Big Clear Lake[2]—Big clear lake, lake clear big. Big clear lake has lotus, lotus has a toad, jumping here and there.]
[XX City's WA member no.1: Good poem, good poem!]
[XX City's WA member no.2: This poem fully expressed the scene of Daming Lake. This is awesome!]
[XX City's WA member no.3: Everyone please applause!]
Apart from that, there were also those asking for advice.
[XX City's WA member: I had an inspiration and wrote a poem, hoping for chairmen and presidents to give me some pointers. A Praise of the Clouds—The clouds in the sky are really white. Really white, really really white. Very white, very very white. Extremely white, super white, so white I could die. Ah!]
That was not the worst. Below that, someone was actually giving him pointers.
[XX City's WA Chairman: Your poem is mainly writing about the whiteness of the clouds. The theme is clear, but the obscurity is lacking. However, as a poem, it is considered acceptable. Passable.]
[XX District's WA Chairman: I feel that your poem might need another supporting sentence, for example, "Reflected on the water, turning the water white."]
[XX City's WA member: That's the essential touch! As expected of the chairman. Thank you for your guidance. I've learned much!]
'No, I can't read this anymore.'
Ye Lingchen quickly logged out of there. If he continued reading them, he feared that his intelligence would be affected.
No wonder so many people cried foul. That was just challenging the extreme!
—
[1] Writer's Association. With so many instances of this happening, we decided to just give them an acronym.
[2] 大明湖 - Daming Lake, or literally translated as Big Clear Lake


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...

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

A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment 

Title : Jack of Arts

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

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




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

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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When Lu Xiaoyu heard Lu Shu talk, she rolled her eyes. She knew that Lu Shu had spent a lot of time on his plan to brainwash them. At first, Lu Xiaoyu had thought that he wanted to carry out multi-level marketing. Later on, she found out that Lu Shu had no intentions of doing so. 
According to Lu Shu, if their business spread too far, the aristocrats might be alerted and they might be surrounded. This could possibly endanger them. After all, they were not strong enough. Thus, they could not be too open. 
Lu Xiaoyu then watched as Lu Shu started to brainwash the traveling businessmen. These businessmen were elites. When they had first started, they had done business as well. Who would believe such a trick? They just looked at the profits in front of them and resisted. 
But Lu Shu did not want to trick them. He purely wanted them to be more enthusiastic in selling soap.
When the traveling business realized that this was not a scam, they started to listen to Lu Shu attentively.
At first, Lu Shu had thought that this was very simple. But when he actually carried it out, it was not easy…
It was definitely not easy doing any kind of business. Over the last two days, Lu Shu had to remember the reactions of every single businessman, as well as emotions that showed in their eyes when they heard something… 
At night, when Lu Shu was taking down notes, Lu Xiaoyu lay down beside him and quietly watched. There were times when she felt that days like these were not bad.
For some reason, without Lu Shu beside her, she was always filled with explosive anger and murderous intent. If Lu Shu was by her side, she would be able to calm down.
It was as if an ocean wave had come into contact with the Dinghai Shenzhen[1]. The ocean was still an ocean, but one's feelings were different.
The next day, Lu Shu started to teach them. "How do you do your business? Do you open your doors and wait for customers to come? Do you believe that good wine needs no bush? Let me tell all of you. Good wine still needs a bush!"
That day, Lu Shu and Lu Xiaoyu led a group of traveling businessmen down the mountain to the city. Ye Xiaoming was amazed that they actually dared to enter the palace. But when he thought of their power, he did not dare to act rashly.
There was a meeting among scholars of the King's Studies that day. Lu Shu did not slack off. Recently, he often visited Yun An City to send soap to the scholars. Thus, they had to invite the Azure Dragon Village to their meeting today.
Everyone knew that the Azure Dragon Village would not come. Thus, they did not expect them to actually attend.
But when the Azure Dragon Village arrived, the scholars were shocked… that was the representative of the New King's Studies, right?! 
When the traveling businessmen behind Lu Shu heard the praises from the scholars, they were dumbfounded. How did the new Great Lord of the Azure Dragon Village become an outstanding representative of the New King's Studies?!
Someone asked softly, "What new theories has he proposed?"
The traveling businessmen liked to pose as lovers of culture as well. There were many classic poems in the King's Studies. It was a trend to drink alcohol and ponder about poems!
Someone else said softly, "He said that 'Yi Shanjin' could be the name of a person…"
The traveling businessmen gasped in shock! This?!
Suddenly, one of the scholars smiled at Lu Shu. "Do you have any insights today? We will be inspecting three poems by the King of Gods…"
Lu Shu looked at the thread-bound book in his hands. He shook his head and smiled. "You are far too disrespectful to the King of Gods. Before you read his poems, even if you don't take a shower and change your clothes, at least wash your hands. The poems would be stained if you did not do so, right?"
As he spoke, the Bishop had brought a bucket of water. Lu Xiaoyu obediently passed Lu Shu a bar of crystal clear soap. The scholars watched as Lu Shu used the soap to wash his hands before he carefully flipped open the collection of poems.
When the scholars saw Lu Shu's serious expression, they were stunned. They did not know that there were such practices when reading poems written by the King of Gods.
Everyone looked at Lu Shu's clean fingers, then looked at the clear bar of soap. It felt like a ceremony…
The traveling businessmen looked at one another helplessly. They remembered what Great Lord Lu had said to them during their lesson yesterday. "Sales is not just selling items. When you sell something, not only do you have to entrust the object with its basic function, but also give it significance!"
Lu Shu immediately continued. "How do you give it meaning? Make it feel like a ceremony? Let me ask you, what does this mean? This means to give something that is insignificant significance…"
Now, a simple cheap trick by Lu Shu had become the basics of ceremonies in the King's Studies. Before one read the king's poems, they had to wash their hands with soap from Azure Dragon Village…
How mysterious! The traveling businessmen had their horizons widened. After two days of brainwashing, they still doubted the Azure Dragon Village. But Lu Shu's action gained their respect and admiration.
As Lu Shu flipped through the poems, he casually said, "Typically hand washing cannot completely clean your hands. You must use soap. If you flip through the king's poems with dirty hands, you are being disrespectful to the old King of Gods…"
The scholars and traveling businessmen almost vomited blood. How shameless!
Although the new King of Gods had taken over the throne, he had never rejected any of the old King of Gods' contributions. Thus, the people in this world still continued to respect the old King of Gods. Some of the King's Studies scholars were extremely passionate.
But with Lu Shu's actions, if someone looked through the king's poems without washing their hands with soap, they would be disrespecting the old King of Gods…
Although the scholars felt that it was somewhat nonsensical, but… it suddenly felt very important. It was very elegant!
In reality, Lu Shu knew that some things were held in high regard precisely because they were involved in ceremonies. He had just linked the ceremony with soap for the scholars…
The traveling businessmen felt that this personal experience was a classic. They had never seen this before!
Lu Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at the side. She silently said, "How terribly shameless."
Four days later, the traveling businessmen left. They had all come from afar with the intention to earn money, but left with a devout passion. It was not that they had been brainwashed. It was just that when everyone realized how fashionable the king's poems were, a ceremony would allow them to earn money!
This was similar to some religious organizations that needed products like joss sticks. Their business was flourishing!
After that, the saying that one had to wash their hands with soap before reading the king's poems or it would be disrespectful to the old King of Gods spread like a virus. The traveling businessmen repeated Lu Shu's actions in a frenzy…
They marketed their products in a frenzied manner in order to earn money. It was also a subversion of ceremonies in the King's Studies. If scholars of the King's Studies did not bring a bar of soap with them, they did not have the courage to say that they were out on a meeting…
Lu Shu stood on the wall around the Azure Dragon Village and looked at the mountains in the distance. There were too many cases like these on Earth. Diamonds were a global scam in the name of love.
Far too many people have been scammed and kidnapped in that era. But no one was willing to wake up to reality, as there was joy in this. 
The current King's Studies was also the same. Lu Shu had given them a way to increase their importance.
[1] a weapon found in the novel Journey to the West


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?

The entire hall fell silent.
Everyone was staring at Old Man Li. Their gazes were filled with disbelief.
In their impressions, Old Man Li was a very calm person!
Ever since the establishment of the country until now, he had experienced too many storms and seen many things. He naturally comprehended more things compared to others. His mental state was also one that would remain unflustered despite great waves.
At the very least, everyone on the scene today had never seen Old Man Li acting like this before. He had always been calm and tranquil as he dealt with things.
But today…
What was going on?
What was going on exactly?
What had happened for him to feel so shocked?
At this moment, Old Man Li's chest continued to heave as he panted. His face was in shades of green and red, there was a ruddy glow on his forehead. Even his hands were trembling; no one knew whether he was feeling joy or unhappiness…
"Scram!"
"I'm very healthy!"
A few medical staff thought that Old Man Li was suffering from a heart attack. They were so frightened that they immediately rushed over. However, Old Man Li furiously shouted at them. His voice was filled with vigor, causing all the medical staff to retreat due to fear.
Only after they retreated did they heave a sigh of relief.
Such an aura and given his appearance, it naturally wasn't a heart attack.
But what was wrong with him?
Why did he seem so crude?
"Old Li, what's going on? Is there a need…?"
"Look at this!"
"The words are crude and ugly, can it be that you are angered by the words? That shouldn't be the case...wait...what! These two poems? Wait...these two poems are classic poems, I…"
"Let me take a look. What's going on exactly? Ah…? This poem!"
"Am I dreaming?"
A piece of normal size xuan paper was passed around by the old men. Everywhere it was passed to, the person reading it would widen their eyes as though they were struck by lightning. In fact, even if they didn't stutter, they became mute.
When the paper was passed to Chen Xi, the first thing Chen Xi saw was those ugly words…
She immediately felt speechless. But after reading the poem, her beautiful eyes instantly narrowed and then widened.
When she saw the signature, it was as though she had seen a ghost. She turned and looked at Lu Yuan who was seated at the 4th row. For a time, she didn't know how to describe the shocking waves in her heart!
This man… 
This man…
Is actually so...
.........
"Are they looking at me…?"
"Brother, your…your words… cough, cough. These judges have very high requirements for everything. This is especially so for the appearance of one's written words. Earlier, I roughly glanced over at your calligraphy, and I think…"
"Could it be that my ugly-looking words have enraged them? Is there a need for them to be so angry?" Lu Yuan opened his mouth wide. The expressions of the judges grew increasingly complex. Lu Yuan thought that they wanted to devour him whole.
"Brother, I think you don't know Old Master Li's temper, right? The two things he's most fond of are words and poems… I remember there was a year where a gifted scholar was chased away by the Old Master because his handwriting was too ugly! This matter was reported on the news, and that gifted scholar lost all face."
"What? Chased away? So exaggerated?"
"Yes! Old Master also said on the spot that the man didn't respect the Poetry Exchange and was masquerading as a gifted scholar!"
"What!"
Lu Yuan looked around, staring at the bizarre looks of everyone. After that, he gulped his saliva and suddenly felt that his back was perspiring with cold sweat.
Could it be I…
"Brother, if I didn't guess wrongly, you wrote two poems earlier, right?" Xu Xiaonian glanced at the expressions of the judges which grew increasingly weird. After that, he also felt nervous randomly for some reason. His voice when speaking to Lu Yuan grew much softer.
"Yeah, I wrote two poems. This, this…" Lu Yuan was frivolous and forgetful. He had never known what the word 'nervous' meant. But now after listening to Xu Xiaonian, in addition to the ugly calligraphy he wrote, he couldn't help but keep taking deep breaths. He was now incomparably nervous.
When he inclined his head again, he noticed Old Master Li's gaze.
Old Master Li's eyes were bloodshot. His wrinkles gradually deepened, and his expression became incomparably incomprehensible.
Lu Yuan suddenly felt scared for some reason.
How shameful would that be if he was to be chased away in public?
He might as well…
Just leave…
"Brother, you...are awesome...You should just pray for your fortune!" Xu Xiaonian couldn't help but pity this new friend after noting the strange atmosphere in the area.
He felt that this friend was extremely unlucky.
"When will they give the scores?"
"Most probably an hour later."
"Aiyo, I have a stomach ache now, it's so painful… I'm going to the toilet now. Help me tell them that my stomach ache is so bad that I have diarrhea for the last three days!" Lu Yuan suddenly clutched his stomach and ruthlessly squeezed out a few tears. Taking the opportunity that no one on the stage was looking at him, he hurriedly walked toward the exit.
"Brother, this idea isn't bad… Don't worry, I will lie to them for you!" Xu Xiaonian nodded as he stared at Lu Yuan's departing back. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up for Lu Yuan, impressed by Lu Yuan's acting skills.
Lu Yuan lowered his head and reached the exit. He heaved a sigh of relief when he thought back to the atmosphere earlier.
It was better for him to leave on his own accord, right?
"Hi, you can't enter and leave casually…"
"Ah? If I exit now, I won't come back again…"
"Won't come back again? But the Poetry Exchange isn't concluded yet…"
"I have something on; hence, I need to leave in advance. Can I trouble you to open the door?"
"Leave in advance? Alright then."
The security guard cast a strange look at this young man.
He knew who this young man was. This young man was the only one who entered the Poetry Exchange with two entry passes. This was truly an extremely unique occurrence.
For others, it was already very impressive for them to have one entry pass. Yet, this young man had two. This was simply incredible.
When the security guard saw that Lu Yuan's expression was a little anxious, he helped him open the door.
After the door opened, Lu Yuan hurriedly walked toward the direction of the car.
"A`Yuan? Why...why did you come out? Are you eliminated already? This shouldn't be the case…"
"No...I have something on."
"Ah? What do you have on?"
"Don't ask. I'm sorry, I gotta make a move first."
"???"
Li Dongqiang stared at Lu Yuan who was leaving hurriedly. After that, he felt a little dumbfounded. What was going on?
Other than being chased away, he hadn't heard of a case where one would leave the Poetry Exchange in advance?
Or could it be that Lu Yuan was chased away?
After Li Dongqiang stared at Lu Yuan, his own expression became one of sympathy.
Being chased out…
This was… too unbearable.
.........
"Just a single poem would be outstanding enough, but this little fellow actually wrote two poems in one go. He is truly overflowing with talent!"
"Yeah, I really wish to see him now!"
"9.6! These two poems, regardless of their artistic mood, tonal patterns, or rhyming, are all top-rated. In fact, they are even ranked at the top of all poems I've ever seen. If it wasn't for his words being too ugly, I even want to give him 9.9!"
"Yeah, I'll give 9.5. The poems are not bad, but the words are too ugly. It's very hard to imagine someone who could write such poems to have such ugly-looking handwriting."
"Right. I will give 9.6. I want to put these two poems into my book, and they will be respectively placed on the first and last page, reminding everyone about the effort of farmers. It isn't easy to till the land!"
"I suggest placing them into the Mandarin Pavilion. I feel that both of these poems can be ranked first!"
"Mandarin Pavilion? I think so too. Alright then, let's announce the result of the first round."
"Mn!"
A few minutes later.
"The victors of the first round are the two poems with the same name [Sympathy for Peasants]. They have a comprehensive score of 9.6! Author: Lu Yuan!"
"Kacha, kacha, kacha!"
All the light, all the cameras, turned and focused on Lu Yuan's seat.
Everyone widened their eyes as they searched for Lu Yuan…
They felt that this name was very unfamiliar and couldn't recall who it was for a moment…
But when they saw Lu Yuan's seat, they discovered that it was empty…
"That...that...Brother Lu Yuan said he had a stomachache and has left in advance…" Xu Xiaonian trembled as he stood up and spoke.
"What!"
Old Master Chen's incomparably agitated face suddenly turned gloomy as he hurriedly took out his phone.
That rascal!
What was he doing exactly!
Why was he always so unreliable?
.........
"What? Old Master, I have something on… Hence, I left in advance."
"I really do have something on. I have a stomachache and a movie that I'm still filming. I…"
"WHAT?!"
"You say that I got first place?"
"Nothing, nothing. I'm coming back right now, I'm coming back right now…"
"I have to come back no matter what? Good, good!"
"My stomach suddenly feels more comfortable now."
.........
"A`Yuan, you…"
"Let me pass, I have to enter…"
"Didn't you…"
"Sorry, I don't have time to explain. Let me pass, I'm going in to get a reward."
"????" Li Dongqiang was dumbfounded when he saw that Lu Yuan had returned.
Going in to get a reward?
What's the meaning of this?


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…

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