Mostly poetry written by me or poetry I find to be good. I’m looking for ways to improve and am looking forward to suggestions. Thanks!

"'Literary works flow overseas, if one wants to compose poetry and drink wine, they will stopover at the west gate again?' Seems like this Lu Yuan truly has some real ability."
"Hehe, grandpa's judgment wouldn't be wrong. If I say he is talented, it means that he is!"
"Grandpa, matching a couplet cannot mean anything. It can only prove that he isn't an ignorant and incompetent person. There are so many people here, are they not all people of talent?"
"Hehe, I know your judgment is very high. Have you heard of [Für Elise] before? That was created by him."
"I've been immersed in ancient poetry these few days, I've not heard of that yet."
"If you are free, you should listen to it. The melody of Für Elise has already been entered into the teaching books. After you listen to it, you will know why grandpa regards this young man so highly."
"If he is really a person of talent, he would surely display his brilliance here in the Poetry Exchange! If he can get within the top three rankings, I will consider him."
"Your requirements are too high. It's very rare for there to be men who are proficient in all fields in the world. Unless he is a genius of course. I feel that he is already sufficiently outstanding, and he is also very humble. He doesn't have the air of arrogance most literati have."
"No! My requirements will not change. Even if I cannot meet someone like that in my entire life, I won't change. It isn't so bad to live alone until I'm old."
"Sigh, you really...what can I say to you…"
On the second level, Grandpa Chen looked to be in vigorous health. He looked at his granddaughter while shaking his head and sighing in his heart.
This granddaughter was good in many aspects. Her talent and ability were high too.
But her brain must have been damaged.
What kind of man would have the talent so high that it reached the requirements she was looking for?
Wasn't this pure nonsense?
.........
This time, the Poetry Exchange was split into two factions.
The classical poetry society and modern poetry society.
Ever since ancient times, they had always scorn each other.
The modern poetry supporters felt that classical poetry supporters were too inflexible and kept adhering to old ideas. They only knew how to follow the old ways and were lacking in new ideas.
The classical poetry supporters felt that modern poetry supporters had forgotten their foundations. The poems they wrote contained no depth, and in recent times, no one in the modern poetry society was overflowing with talent. Hence, the content of their poems was simply sentimental nonsense.
These two factions would always clash with each other in the Poetry Exchange every year, comparing their poems. Everyone hoped that the faction they supported could suppress the other. However, they both had an equal share of limelight every year and the difference was truly minimal. Basically, they were in a tie...
After all, regardless of classical poetry or modern poetry, they had never been compared to see which was better in history. They were all poems. Only the talent of poets was being compared.
Maybe it was because those who could enter the Poetry Exchange were all students ranking at the top of various universities. Their accomplishments in literature were naturally outstanding. Hence, when the judges gave out the points, the score would always hover around the 9-point mark. It was very rare for there to be a lower or higher score given. The winner of each year also won barely by 0.xx+ points. It was impossible for there to be a situation of absolute crushing dominance.
Hence, in such a situation, even the number of talents in each faction was something the two factions wanted to compete about.
Lu Yuan managed to match an extremely difficult couplet. In the eyes of people of this faction, he was a rare talent!
If Lu Yuan hadn't been dragged to the west gate by Li Dongqiang, he most probably would have been sitting at the classical poetry side, eating fruits and idling away his time. If that happened, he would occasionally glance at the people and clap a little for the atmosphere, waiting for the exchange to be peacefully finished. But now...
The situation wasn't too good.
"Lu Yuan, you say for yourself. Now, you have two entry passes, so you can choose to sit at two seats. Which one do you want?"
"That's right, what would you choose? The classical poetry side or our modern poetry side!?"
"..."
The light here was very bright, and it shone down on Lu Yuan's bitter and somewhat forced smile.
Not far away, on an empty space at the footpath, a few cameramen hurriedly turned their cameras and filmed Lu Yuan. The reporters at the side had looks of interest on their faces as they wrote down notes…
At this moment, regardless of who they were, all the members of the Poetry Exchange were staring at Lu Yuan, waiting for his choice. The atmosphere became slightly awkward once again.
"Can I choose to stand and watch? I feel that standing up is quite good." Lu Yuan took in a deep breath upon seeing the gazes of the people and the flash of the cameras.
He felt that there would be a problem no matter where he chose.
"No way!"
"No way! You have to choose!"
Shen Rong and Dao Yuting spoke out at the same time.
"Ah, no good. My stomach is aching. It's so painful that I cannot stand it. Where's the toilet? I need to make a trip there…" Lu Yuan instantly thought of an idea as he looked at the people here. Under the dumbfounded gazes of the crowd, he clutched his stomach and ran toward the direction of the toilet.
Out of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing was the best one!
"We will wait for him to come back and choose."
"Sure!"
The attitudes of Dao Yuting and Shen Rong were so intense that there was a smell of gunpowder in the air. After that, they returned to their seats.
......…...
Lu Yuan ran to the toilet, and he subconsciously searched in his pocket.
His disappointment continued to ferment.
He wanted to hide in the toilet and would only come out when the Poetry Exchange was about to be concluded. It could be considered that he had 'finished enduring' today.
However, he didn't know which bro was it that had diarrhea. In the toilet, sounds of firecrackers popping kept ringing out. The sound was one thing, but the smell was so pungent that those who smelled it would instantly feel like vomiting.
How could Lu Yuan, who was not smoking, endure such a thing? He finally cursed 'MMP' in his heart and speechlessly ran out of the toilet.
Under the light, he stared at the two entry passes in his hand…
(Forget it, I'll go to the Old Master's seat.)
He ultimately had to choose one after all.
Lu Yuan hesitated for a while. Ultimately, he walked in the direction of the seat the Old Master had arranged for him, under the sound of sighing from Shen Rong and the excited gaze of Dao Yuting.
When the talents of the classical poetry faction saw this scene, their expressions were filled with a few hints of satisfaction. As for those from the modern poetry faction, all of them were glaring at Lu Yuan with envy, speechlessness, and rage...
There were all sorts of expressions.
If looks could kill, Lu Yuan would probably already be dead.
"Brother, not bad! You have good judgment! My name is Xu Xiaonian, it's an honor to meet you!"
"Eh, my name is Lu Yuan, it's an honor to meet you…"
Lu Yuan just sat down and there was already a youth wearing a traditional Han Chinese robe coming over to converse with Lu Yuan. This youth clasped his fists together and had a very polite look on his face.
Lu Yuan also mirrored his mannerisms. It was just that the more he did so, the stranger he felt.
He wasn't used to this.
"It's really good that brother decided to join our classical poetry faction. Your presence really brings light to our humble location!"
"Ah? Actually, I don't really know much about poetry. I'm just a dabbler and I came here because I wanted to learn…"
"Brother, you are too humble. Being able to match the lower part of that couplet already shows your skill. If you are a dabbler, wouldn't I be a layman? Brother, there's no need to be so unduly humble. If you are overly humble, that would be considered flaunting…"
"My luck was just good...I really don't have much talent and ability." Lu Yuan blushed with shame when he saw the impressed look on the youth's face when speaking with Lu Yuan.
He also felt extremely awkward.
"You are just too modest. Oh, by the way, I received news that the test topic today will be about 'farmer'. We have to use the topic to craft a poem. Do you have any insight on this?"
"Farmer?" Lu Yuan shook his head. "No. Actually, I don't really know how to write poems. I will just watch as you write it,"
"Everyone has to write one...this is the rule of the competition."
"Ah? The rule?"
"Yes."
"Is there a reward?"
"For the first-place in every category, the winner would have an honor certificate…"
"I'm not asking about the certificates. I mean, are there any monetary rewards?"
"Yeah, the monetary rewards should be $50,000 for every category."
"$50,000!"
Lu Yuan, who had planned to slack like a salted fish, suddenly changed his attitude. His eyes brightened when he heard this.
(Farmer? Wait a minute…)
(I… Want to thank my primary school's language teacher!)
Lu Yuan took in a deep breath and felt a little high.
"Yea, what about it?"
"Nothing…"
As the two were discussing below the stage, the music of the opening ceremony rang out from the stage. After that, a few old men sat on the judging table. The one at the corner was none other than Old Master Chen.
"Respected gifted scholars, a very good night to everyone. Today, our Poetry Exchange is honored enough to have invited…"
After the host's introduction, the lighting on the stage dimmed. After that, the audience who were initially making noise suddenly fell silent.
A giant screen at the back of the stage showed the topic of this category...
The test topic was 'Farmer'!
"Farmer, hehe. It's truly the case. Luckily, I did some preparations. Brother...brother? Mn?" When Xu Xiaonan glanced over, he saw Lu Yuan already lifting his brush in excitement and wrote words on the xuan paper...
When Xu Xiaonan took a closer look, he discovered that Lu Yuan's words were as messy as the dance of dragons and phoenixes.
Mn…
He completely had no idea what Lu Yuan was writing.
This calligraphy was truly…
Too unique?
Note:
MMP is the acronym of a chinese cursing phrase: "Your mom is a prostitute." The alternatives are mmp [pinyin acronym] and X賣批 [mā mài pī].


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…

Eyang Ireng Wesi looked at his student who asked, then answered,
"Poetry will help us give tenderness to the hardness of heart. Poetry will enable you to think deeply about the meaning of life. Poetry will also hone your human side and teach that every problem is not always handled in a violent way.
Poetry will also teach you how to fight evil through writing. When we are not able to fight physically, we will fight through poetry and poetry. "Said Eyang Ireng Wesi in an explanation. His students then nodded in agreement.
And suddenly Arya said, "Now friends, it becomes clear, when you are fighting and then you lose, immediately read poetry to our enemies so that our enemies will lose," Arya said immediately to the giggling of his friends.
Eyang Ireng Wesi immediately patted his forehead hard, very annoyed at Arya. He knew Arya was talking nonsense.
"Shut your mouth Arya! You keep joking. When can you be serious?" Said Eyang Ireng Wesi until he wanted to hit Arya's panties with sandals because he was so annoyed.
"I'm sorry Teacher .." said Arya with a tone of regret.
"Come on quickly read a poem straight from your brain!" Said the teacher.
"Alright teacher .. immediately do it," said Arya with enthusiasm.
Arya then stood proudly, his handsome face looked charming to anyone who looked at him. Her hair which was tied up in white ropes was black and long and wavy like the hair of a girl. Eyang Ireng Wesi who raised the young man by himself. He knew exactly how this handsome young man was acting so silly.
Even though he himself is not a very kind-hearted person but he is powerless against the silliness of his adopted son. Besides his natural abilities that were beyond the capabilities of ordinary people. He also seemed to find something strange in the young man.
Since childhood, Arya has been used to talking to ghosts and demons who are coming to the human realm more and more. Eyang Ireng Wesi knows that Arya is not just anyone. Her ability to communicate with demons who should live in different dimensions from humans will make Arya enter and mingle in a stealth life that should indeed live separately from humans.
Arya's abilities must be used against the demons who often interfere with human life. They often come to the human realm to take them to the realm and make humans their servants. Or they sometimes kill humans and eat them like tigers preying on deer.
Eyang Ireng Wesi's hope is that Arya can match his physical abilities with a softer heart and good character. That is why He taught his students how to make poetry to balance their martial arts skills. Fortunately, Arya is indeed a very smart child. He can make poetry as well as mastering the science of martial art.
The other students seemed to be watching Arya who was preparing to write poetry as well as recite it.
Night
Dark, dark, gloom, pitch-black
The darkness of the night does not darken my heart
The gloom of the night does not make my eyes dark
when the darkness of the night penetrates my heart
I only find darkness inside of me


Night
Silent, lonely, lonely, dead
The silence of the wind
The natural silence of the clink
The lonely forces me to get up
I don't want to get buried and die
***
Arya seemed to read aloud his poetry which made his friends gasp. How could he behind his ridiculous attitude be able to make such beautiful poetry? Applause and cries of admiration immediately sounded bustling in the room. And Eyang Ireng Wesi nodded his head in satisfaction.
"Well ... you heard the poem. Now before you write it on palm leaves, can anyone interpret the meaning of the poem?" Said Eyang Ireng Wesi to ask his students. All the students were suddenly mute and pretended to be busy writing palm leaves with small sharp knives. Some were seen rubbing their writing with hazelnut oil.
Arya grinned when he saw his friends who were suddenly busy. And he again wanted to be fun. He immediately moved his hand towards Jaka and without realizing it by Jaka, his right hand suddenly rose.
"Well .. Jaka, you can interpret Arya's poetry .. it's very good" said Eyang Ireng Wesi happily. Jaka just glared with his mouth wide open. How could the hand that was writing suddenly lifted up? All eyes then looked towards him seriously.
Suddenly Jaka wanted to pee because he was so shocked. But seeing his teacher staring intently, he didn't dare to refuse so he stuttered to answer his teacher's question.
"Na... naight..that night .. usually very dark..so dark it makes people want to die .." He said, making his friends laugh.
"SHEAM !! You guys know it's just kidding" Eyang Ireng Wesi was getting angry.
"Finish this task, when it's finished immediately get out of the Padepokan and run around this hermitage as much as 20 rounds," said Eyang Ireng Wesi as he left the room.
Their laughter stopped, including Arya's laughter. This Padepokan is very wide because there are rice fields, ponds, and fields for practice. Running around as much as 20 circles by crossing large trees, rocks and river flow that crosses behind the hermitage makes running around this hermitage is not as easy as turning your palm.
"This is all because of you," Koswara said irritably to Arya. He raised a knife to write the palm leaves towards Arya. Arya was silent this time. He felt guilty to his friends. He then stood up and said,
"Yes, I was wrong, I'm sorry. I will go to the teacher and apologize to him. I will ask for your punishment to be canceled" said Arya as she then sped away leaving the room towards Grandma Ireng Wesi.
He found his teacher standing staring at the lush trees behind the forest at the foot of Mount Salak. Arya approached his teacher slowly. Hearing approaching footsteps without turning his head, the teacher said,
'What do you want? "The teacher said in a flat tone.
"I want to apologize, Teacher," said Arya to his teacher.
"Why should you apologize?" The teacher said.
"I was the one who made Jaka raise his hand" said Arya feeling very sorry.
"I was expecting it. It's good if you're sorry"
"Then Teacher, may I ask that the punishment for my friends be canceled? And let me receive the punishment myself," said Arya making his teacher look away and then said,
"Then run 40 rounds"
"40 times?" Arya gasped
"Then tell your friends to carry out the punishment earlier"
"No ... not teacher. Let me receive the punishment" said Arya as he then sped away and started running around the hermitage.

Eyes of Arya wider when he sees the adorable view in front of him. Beautiful face, green eyes,  brown hair, the yellow skin, glowing, shining, and sparkling in the evening sun.

And which made admired of Arya is the body of that woman. She doesn't have a body like a human being. She doesn't have hand dan legs. It's like a long body. Her face was so cold with an extremely angry look. She was annoyed by Arya when She was taking a bath.

The snake girl suddenly moved her tail and hit Arya's body strongly. Arya dodged and jumped lightly. Instead, he lunged and held the beautiful face and kissed her lips gently and quickly. Then run away and jump to the top of the tree laughing. Not long after, the snake girl roared with anger.
"You devil !!" She shouted.

Fan Xian looked around. Finding no one else, he decided to sit down on a rock. He took the kettle offered by the old gardener and took a few gulps without any complaints. On a whim, he then began to chat with the gardener about planting flowers and plants. Since Fan Xian didn’t know anything about gardening, the gardener’s colorful descriptions proved to be rather novel. But he became a bit irritated after hearing too much. Fan Xian thought about leaving, but chose not to after thinking about the even more irritating poetry gathering. Instead, he sighed.
Hearing Fan Xian’s sigh, the gardener asked out of curiosity, "Young sir, what’s troubling you?"
"The royal manor is holding a poetry gathering. It’s very boring." Fan Xian blinked. To him, this gardener was but a servant. There was no way a mere servant would be interested in poetry.
As Fan Xian expected, the gardener nodded his head. "Composing poetry is for people with too much free time. You can’t make a living out of it. They really are a bunch of stupid pigs."
Fan Xian was taken aback for an instant, thinking, "Didn’t he just insult himself too?" He then changed his mind and let out a hearty laugh. "Stupid pigs indeed." He finally realized something. With a wave of his hand, they didn’t bring up poetry again.
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After the poetry gathering ended, all the guests went back. As for what happened after that, nobody in the capital knew until the following day.
That night, King Jing’s household was having its usual dinner. The Crown Prince got ready to go to the Drunken Immortal Tavern to indulge himself, but was called back by the housekeeper. He sat uncomfortably at the dinner table and, along with his sister, waited to be reprimanded by their father. 
King Jing sat at the head of the table. Amazingly, he was that old gardener who was chatting with Fan Xian that afternoon in the garden. Looking at his ever-indulgent son, a wave of anger came over him. King Jing exploded. "You stupid pig! You waste all your days in those places!"
Crown Prince Li Hongcheng knew "stupid pig" was his father’s catchphrase. Without getting upset, he smiled sheepishly. "What has caused you to become so angry today?"
King Jing gave a "Humph" in reply and ceased his outburst. He then asked, "You held another one of those poetry gatherings today?"
Li Hongcheng was surprised for a moment and answered affirmatively with another sheepish smile. He knew his father wasn’t very fond of those scholarly events. But in order for him to gather talented scholars for the second prince, they were necessary. Unexpectedly, King Jing didn’t get angry. Instead, he asked, "During today’s poetry gathering, there was a kid wearing chestnut-colored clothes. Who was that?"
There were so many visitors, how could Li Hongcheng remember all of them?
King Jing frowned. After thinking about the boy’s notable features for a long time, he finally said, "He was very pretty, like a girl."
Li Hongcheng let out a chuckle. He knew whom his father was referring to. He answered immediately, "That must be the one from Fan Manor."
King Jing raised his eyebrows in surprise, revealing a trace of viciousness.  "What?" he shouted. "You mean that’s Fan Jian’s son? The one in Danzhou? I’ll be damned. To think he sired such a good-looking son, even though he himself isn’t much to look at!"
Princess Ruo Jia blushed in embarrassment as she listened to her father spew out profanity. But at the same time, she was curious. Just what kind of person was the man who was so revered by Ruoruo? Li Hongcheng looked at his father with some anger, thinking it was good that there were no servants around. However, he quickly changed his mind, as the servants should already be used to King Jing’s vocabulary. He quickly asked, "Why do you ask about him, father?"
"Why?" King Jing grunted a few times in annoyance. When he met the clueless Fan Xian that afternoon, he thought the boy looked familiar, but wasn’t able to recall anything. Fan Xian disliked the poetry gatherings, but he listened to King Jing talk about gardening for so long. For that, King Jing took a liking to the boy. But King Jing never expected that pretty boy would turn out to be Fan Jian’s son. As anger swelled up in his heart, he kept on going. "You should learn from him… What’s his name?"
"Fan Xian."
"You should learn from that Fan Xian. He may not have the proper pedigree, but he does have a good eye for things." King Jing continued to educate his son. "That Fan Xian could talk for hours with a gardener. And then there’s you, who puts so much attention on his own background. You must know that boasting is very inappropriate for what you are currently doing."
Crown Prince Li Hongcheng knew his deal with the second prince couldn’t fool his father who, while appearing coarse on the outside, was extremely wise. The prince hurriedly agreed in response. After the meal, the crown prince readied himself to go read in the study room so as to please his father. However, King Jing abruptly asked, "Weren’t you planning on going to Drunken Immortal Tavern before?"
Drunken Immortal Tavern wasn’t an eatery, but a brothel. The prince got nervous and began to express his unwillingness in a panic. King Jing stared him in the eye and chided, "You’re a man. If you want to do something, go do it. Don’t be so unaccountable." After he finished talking, King Jing called someone over and kicked out the prince.
Li Hongcheng sat in Drunken Immortal Tavern with Miss Yuan Meng—the most popular entertainer in the capital—in his arms. But his mind was elsewhere, thinking chillingly about why his father had acted so differently today.
Late at night, at King Jing’s estate, King Jing cursed as he drank. "That rotten scoundrel. Visiting whorehouses used to be his favorite pastime. How in the world did he make such a good-looking son? I’m making my own son do the same so I’ll get a handsome grandson."
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Temporarily putting aside King Jing forcing his own son to seek out prostitutes, Fan Xian went back to his sedan chair soon after the poetry gathering dispersed and met up with Teng Zijing and a few guards. There was plenty of chatter among the guests regarding Fan Xian’s poem. Seeing the sedan chair of Fan Manor, a few scholars came up to bid farewell. In return, Fan Xian hurriedly came down and sent them off with a smile. He also ordered a few guards to escort Ruoruo back.
Before Ruoruo got up to her sedan chair, she nodded towards Fan Xian, who knew "it" had been arranged properly. Suddenly feeling refreshed, he began to plan for that evening.
"Guo Baokun must be living in Shang Shu Manor. He goes to the palace once every three days. He claims to be a compiler, but in truth, he is the prince’s reading partner."
Something made Fan Xian frown. "The prince still needs a reading partner? How old is he?"
"The prince is the son of the empress. He is the third youngest among the royal siblings. He is eighteen."
Fan Xian laughed. "He’s an 18-year-old adult. What does he need a reading partner for?"
"He likes slacking off," Teng Zijing said, smiling bitterly. "So he’s flagrantly found some people to keep him entertained."
"And the emperor doesn’t care?"
"That… I am not certain."
Ever since that incident at the restaurant, Fan Xian was worried that Guo Baokun wouldn’t let things go and would be scheming. So he ordered Teng Zijing to gather some intelligence, including the places Guo Baokun often visited and the route he took to return home.
During today’s poetry gathering, that Guo fellow had made some barbed remarks. As kind as Fan Xian was, all he could do was keep a fake smile as anger burned deep inside him. Only now did Fan Xian realize that he had subconsciously ordered Teng Zijing to gather intelligence so that he could harass Guo, not because he was worried of being harassed himself.


A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants.
Thanks to one small act of kindness,
by providence she comes across a grateful friend;
Fortunate that her mother,
has done an unperceived good deed….

Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor…
Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road?

Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom.
Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost,
a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning.
Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.

1. I find a way to admire you. Silently, in writing. Maybe I should have been born as a great writer, because for no apparent reason, I can easily write down your beauty. Because, starting today, you will see that my life has changed a lot. Especially about sense. (The 12th poem, 28 November 2016)
2. Not how good I am in poetry, but how you make me make poetry. It's not about me choosing you, but about you making other women less attractive. (811th poem, 1 March 2017)
3. Not him, or them. Because until this moment, you are still the one who fulfills every sheet of poetry. (April 2017)
4. And finally, from a name to the title of the whole poem. (The 143rd poem, 10 December 2016)
5. This dawn, I found you again. When I thought that I had managed to keep you out of mind, but you suddenly came together with a smile (13th Poem, 29 November 2016)
6. It's been a long time since I started poetry like this. Thank you, you've managed to activate the other side of me that has been dimming for so long. (The 31st poem, 1 December 2016)
7. Good morning, owner of smile poetry. Well, I don't understand what happened to me right now. I am unique, or you are too attractive. (April 2017)
8. I again find you with the dark sky tonight. You smile among the stars, you sparkle beautifully in the darkness of the night. (Poem 1010, March 20 2017)
9. Still about you. About the beauty I touch through prayer, about the perfection I have in hope. (23 April 2017)
10. Do you understand now, why I prefer to love in silence? Because a prayer and a poem written with serenity is far more beautiful, than the seduction of love that is spoken out loud (1067th Poem, 26 March 2017)

My poems were the first I wrote. Track record of how I became a writer. About love, sincerity, ignorance of what people say; the most important thing is my world is calm. Starting from the meeting stage, loving secretly, until the stage of letting go, now (me and my feelings) are immortal in poetry. || Temporary hiatus, currently composing poetry into a story.

𝐷𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒
𝐼𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑘
𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑜𝑛-
"Ugh no, that sounds stupid. The clock hits 12, not noon. And who says deep in the blue, as the ocean? Nothing rhymes with lurk, anyway. I was never good at poetry. Well, whatever. I don't care what my friends- oh right, I don't have any.", Samara thought to herself frustrated. Her mother made her take poetry class, and she'd rather be taking art class. Art relieves stress. Poetry causes stress. 
"Samara? Care to share out?", Mrs. Brooks asked her, hearing her talking to herself.
"Uh no, I was just talking about- poetry...", Samara lied. Poetry. How dumb.
"Well I'd love to hear what you wrote-", Mrs. Brooks made her evil smile. People around the class were giggling at Samara.
"No thanks, I think I want to keep it private. Hidden.", Samara saved herself.
"Ooh, looks like someone can't write a poem. Do you even know how to write?", everyone was laughing. So she did what she always does. She ran out. 
Her face was pressed against her locker, waiting for the end of poetry to come. Samara watched a lot of movies, so she kicked her locker like people do a lot. 
"Hey, what are you doing out here?", it was a girl who looked way like a bad girl. Her long hair was in a high ponytail, her nails were painted black, and her outfit was 100% leather.
"I could ask the same about you.", Samara said coldly. But this wasn't the person she wanted to pick fights with, so she let it be.
"Great. Did you run out?", she asked. She was now twirling her many bracelets.
"Take a wild guess.", Samara sighed with sarcasm.
"I just don't like school! Which classroom?", asked the girl bluntly.
"Uh- that one over there...", pointed Samara with an awkward expression on her face. The new girl marched into that classroom and yelled, 
"You all are crazy to be mean to that girl! I swear, if you do it again!!!", and then she ran out.
"Holy crap that was awesome!!!", Samara gasped with pleasure. 
"Mhm. No big deal.", the girls face turned a bit pink.
"What's your name?", Samara asked. Probably like Raven, or something gang-
"Akira.", she said, "And why did you run out of the class?". She laughed, knowing that wasn't what I was expecting.
"Uhm sometimes I just prefer to stay hidden.", Samara shrugged.
"Ah, well that's the bell for end of school. I gotta go.", Akira made a fun for it. "BYE!!!"
"I wonder what extracurricular activities she could've been doing...", wondered Samara. She ran home, surprised that she may have actually made a new friend. Maybe staying hidden wasn't the way to go.
"Samara!!! How was school?", Her mom opened the door.
"Pretty good actually. I made a new friend.", she smiled. Her moms face turned white.
"Your joking, right??? Wow!!!", she looked so surprised it hurt.
"Ouch. Yes, I did. Gotta go to my room, ok?", Samara was sort of upset that her mom was so shocked at her making a friend.
"Oh and by the way, we have new neighbors.", yelled the mom.
"Who?", Samara yelled from upstairs.
"Uhh... someone by the name of Akira Yung?"
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Samara is new in school, and she has never had any friends, due to an anxiety disorder she has had all her life. She meets a strange girl named Akira, who has bruises and scratches on her arm. Confused, she follows Akira (despite being told not too ever) into a ditch in the ground one day. Turns out she’s part of a fighting group, who fight each other each day. But one day after she disappears, Samara has to find her. But she has so many other things to do, and finding Akira is the least of her worries. If she finds her, will she convince her to give up her bad life? Where did Akira really come from?

Whoosh!
Xu Qian hurled a diamond-shaped stealth weapon from the roof with little care. He was in the inner courtyard of the house.
The weapon found its target—the wooden stake 20 steps away.
It was not skill Xu Qian had but luck.
"There's definitely something wrong with my body," he muttered under his breath.
He was too fortunate. For a whole month, he had been finding silver maces left and right, amounting to more than half of his monthly salary.
The money could feed an ordinary family of three for a month. If they were especially thrifty, it could last three months.
It was unusual to find maces of silver everywhere he went. It could not be pure luck.
Xu Qian knew something odd was at play.
"System? Come on out, stop playing hide and seek," he called out into the empty air.
There was no response.
In the past month, he had tried countless times to wake the System.
The silence only confirmed the absence of a System.
What was the explanation for the extraordinary luck?
In his past life, he had spent a decent amount of money on lottery tickets but never won anything. Who knew his luck would change for the better? He wondered if the luck came at the expense of his life.
Xu Qian was sure the host did not have such luck. If he did, his aunt would not have picked on him. The exceptional luck would have granted him a blessed childhood.
The family would have relied on his silver-attracting ability and forgo work.
"An unexplained gift makes one suspicious. Guess I'll just have to watch my steps." Xu Qian sighed.
It was a rest day. Xu Qian leaped over a wall his height and entered his uncle's house for breakfast.
The place Xu Qian was living in was originally occupied by the Xu family's old housekeeper. One wall separated it from the manor proper.
After the housekeeper passed away, the place had been vacant until Xu Qian took up residency as a result of an argument with his aunt.
The host was a stubborn man. He made his own meals every day though sometimes his uncle would come over with some wine and food.
Xu Qian did not share the same principles as the host. Sleep was more important than preparing breakfast and eating out would cost a significant amount of money.
His money was reserved for the playhouse—the enchanting melodies coupled with thinly-veiled women swaying their hips.
…
Inside the hall, Li Ru was dressed in a deep red, wide-sleeved robe. When she saw Xu Qian enter, she pursed her lips and proceeded to eat her porridge.
She did not hail from a prestigious family—her father had passed the county-level imperial examination, earning the title of a scholar. Li Ru picked up behaviors from her father and learned to be diplomatic. Her family was recently saved by the unlucky nephew so she held back her caustic remarks. The nephew had grown into a man of some worth so she turned a blind eye to his presence.
Xu Lingyin was standing by a round stool. Her breakfast was placed atop the stool: three meat buns, two breadsticks, a side dish and a bowl of porridge.
"Brot—" she greeted incoherently with a stuffed mouth.
Xu Qian glanced around and asked, "Where is Cijiu?"
Cijiu was Xu Xinnian's courtesy name.
Xu Pingzhi offered the answer. "He's locked up in his room writing a poem."
Xu Qian took a seat. Lu Er served him a bowl of porridge, six meat buns, a plate of pickled radish and a bowl of soft bean curd.
A martial artist at maximum refinement had a large appetite.
Once the martial artist reaches the Qi stage, his appetite would return to normal like Xu Pingzhi's.
Xu Qian was only half full. He glanced at the little bean and said, "Lingyin, can you give me one of the meat buns?"
Everyone at the table observed their exchange. The youngest daughter of the family cared only about food—she would fight anyone who tried to steal from her plate.
"No!" Xu Lingyin stretched her arms wide and guarded her food like an eagle would her chicks.
"Come now, I will give you something in return." Xu Qian took one of his meat buns and placed it on her plate.
He pointed at her plate of meat buns and said, "We both have a share of these meat buns, right?"
Xu Lingyin scratched her head.
"We'll split them equally, yes?"
Xu Lingyin angled her head as she processed the logic, then she nodded.
"You get two buns and I get two buns. Then, I'll give you half a breadstick. Isn't that great for you?"
"Yes." Xu Lingyin was completely swayed by his words. She smiled happily as if she had won the jackpot.
Xu Lingyue was speechless.
Xu Pingzhi gave his nephew a knowing look.
Li Ru watched in horror and said, "How did I birth a daughter this stupid? My goodness!"
Xu Lingyin was aggrieved. She had gotten half a breadstick more but her mother was mad.
At that moment, Xu Xinnian walked in with unfocused eyes. He was mumbling under his breath when he sat down at the table, deep in thought.
Li Ru sighed at her youngest and turned to her favorite son who had a bright future ahead.
"Little Nian, why are you busying yourself with poetry all of a sudden? One should always play to one's strengths, take the rumors with a pinch of salt."
Xu Xinnian's strength was in essays on contemporary affairs while his weakness was in poetry.
"Cijiu, when will you break through and achieve the eighth-ranked Confucianism, cultivation?" Xu Qian asked.
Xu Xinnian was on the path of Confucianism. The White Deer Academy was founded 1,200 years ago by the very first disciples of Confucius.
Getting into the academy was every scholar's dream.
Other than the credible foundation and longstanding history, the White Deer Academy was also a place where one could cultivate the ways of Confucianism.
The ninth-rank Confucianism was enlightenment.
It boosted a person's memory skill and learning abilities but was useless in a fight.
Xu Xinnian shook his head. "No progress as of now. My mentor says it requires self-awakening."
"Perhaps you can look into the enlightenment. How does one cultivate enlightenment?" Xu Qian asked.
Xu Xinnian recalled his past. "Familiarize yourself with the scripture until you know it by heart. Become one with the scripture, then you will have enlightenment."
Know the scripture by heart and become one with the scripture… The former required an inordinate amount of time while the latter was subjective. Xu Qian nodded wisely.
It was similar to the martial artist's refinement stage which involved many years of mental and physical training.
"Do you need to train your body to reach the next rank?" Xu Qian asked.
Xu Xinnian thought for a moment and said, "A cultivated Confucian would have no fear in his heart. Every word and action will motivate and encourage others. I'm trying to use the techniques to discourage people from going into the cultivator's path."
"Any success?"
Xu Xinnian pretended as if he did not hear Xu Qian and turned to his mother. "One of the elders in the academy has taken up an official post in Qingzhou. It is a long journey and the students want to send him off tomorrow with poetry."
A frown appeared on Xu Xinnian's face. "I haven't composed my poem."
Xu Lingyue said softly, "You have no talent for poetry."
Li Ru glared at her daughter. "Your brother is a talented man who knows the way of poetry. He just prioritized other things."
Xu Pingzhi scratched his head and said, "Just come up with a few sentences. The ones you recited that day when we found you were good."
Xu Qian sniggered.
Xu Xinnian scowled and quickly changed the topic. "The elder is a well-known Confucian scholar who excels in poetry. The students sending him off are also disciples of poets. I want to pay my respects and try to make connections. Having a good relationship with this elder will be beneficial."
Good. Xu Xinnian was finally getting off his high horse.
He was always an arrogant prude who looked down on friendships. He believed in the sayings like, 'A scholar's friendship is as insipid as water' and 'A scholar makes acquaintances but not companions'.
After the hardships the family went through, Xu Xinnian realized the importance of knowing people.
As his elder brother and cousin, Xu Qian was grateful for the change.
The person must be a big-shot if Xu Xinnian was trying so hard to make a good impression. Li Ru tried to help. "What is considered good poetry?"
Xu Xinnian replied in mild frustration, "A good essay comes naturally on the rare occasion to those who are highly skilled, the same applies to poetry."
Then, he continued, "If I had known this elder from the literary circles, perhaps our family wouldn't have been sent to jail."
Li Ru's face was scrunched up in sadness. She cared the most for her son's future.
A true established Confucian scholar would have a strong, morally-upright character—silvers and gifts meant little. To get into their social circle, one had to prove their worth.
Xu Pingzhi's eyebrows knitted together. "You're like your maternal grandfather. He too knew how to write essays but not poetry."
Li Ru shot her husband a challenging stare. "Are you saying it's my father's fault? My family is the reason Xinnian passed the provincial exam, he takes after me. Lingyin takes after you, she still shows no initiative for anything."
Xu Xinnian and Xu Lingyue had their mother's enviable looks while Xu Lingyin took after their father. The little bean was adorable in a naive way.
Xu Pingzhi was speechless.
Xu Qian could not stand by and allow his aunt bully his uncle. "I disagree. Based on your words, you're saying the Xu family has the dumb gene?"
Li Ru did not understand what gene meant but she chuckled. "Well, if you had an aptitude for studying, you wouldn't be a martial artist today."
'If this elder in the academy caught Xu Xinnian's attention, he must be someone noteworthy. His connections are also my connections. I should lend a helping hand.' An idea entered Xi Qian's mind. He flipped through his memories for the poems he learned in school—there must be one dedicated to separation.
"Poetry-writing? Alright, I'll have you know every single Xu family member is a talent." Xu Qian bit down on a meat bun.
He wondered if the poem he had in mind would be too good. After all, a poem that would turn up in a textbook centuries later must be exceptional.


Once a police academy graduate—Xu Qian, woke up and found himself in jail. He was to be banished to the borderlands in three days...
Stuck in this inhumane society, his initial goal was just to be a rich man and pass his days in relative safety.
…
Many years later, Xu Qian recalled the events of the past. His enemies and friends were dead, there was nothing of them left but bones.
The rolling Yangtze River flows east as the waves wash away the heroes. 
Success or failure, wrong or right; matters little, it might?
The lush mountains remain while the sun sets every night.


Su Clan's Sixteen's small feet gently stepped on the ground as she jumped toward the pond of light.
In the next moment, she fell inside the pond.
She was the last person that tried to jump into the pond... at this time, none of the fellow daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group present on site believed that she would successfully enter that space on the other side. After all, all the fellow daoists that had tried before her had failed, without exception.
But right at this time, the hidden entrance to that other dimension at the bottom of the pond of light... suddenly opened.
"Eh?" Northern River's Loose Cultivator opened his eyes wide in shock.
Su Clan's Sixteen had actually succeeded?
At this moment, her small feet had already sunk into the space on the other side.
Young Master Phoenix Slayer, Fairy Lychee, and Su Clan's Seven all stood up, and said in unison, "Sixteen succeeded?"
"It was just as I expected," Su Clan's Sixteen muttered to herself.
While they were in the White Cloud City, Song Shuhang had told Su Clan's Sixteen about everything that had happened when he was dragged into that infinite make-up test dimension.
Except for the content related to Senior White Two, which was inevitably censored, Song Shuhang had told her about everything he had experienced in there... and within this content was included the fact that he had failed the test again and again due to the 'cool' writing style of a certain scholarly disciple.
The calligraphy of that scholarly disciple was beautiful and unique, and he had turned certain 'horizontal' strokes into tildes while writing them down on paper. That wasn't all, because strange vertical wavy lines and slanting wavy lines were also present in his text... in short, there were wavy lines everywhere!
For those that didn't recognize the ancient characters, those wavy lines were simply a nightmare. Just what type of calligraphy had that scholarly disciple studied? Some kind of 'twisting' calligraphy?
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Back then, Song Shuhang didn't tell her the name of the scholarly disciple that made him go through all that trouble...
But after seeing all the wavy lines in the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ that the 'Saber Wielding Scholar' had written down from memory, Su Clan's Sixteen realized that there was something wrong.
Then, just as the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group failed one after another to enter the space on the other side of the Still Pond of Wisdom, Sixten was even more sure that her guess was correct.
Thereupon, she started analyzing the content of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯, turning all those strange wavy lines into straight ones.
After that, she firmly recorded in her mind the revised versions of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯.
Finally, as all the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group were done trying, Su Clan's Sixteen stepped forward and tried to enter the space on the other side of the Still Pond of Wisdom... and her guess turned out to be correct. As such, she was able to enter the space on the other side without problems.
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"Sixteen, what's the secret to enter that space?" the petite, feminine-looking version of True Monarch White Crane asked anxiously. Venerable White had already entered the space on the other side of the pond of light while it was blocked outside, still unable to enter!
True Monarch White Crane had gotten very anxious.
Su Clan's Sixteen stretched out her hand, and pointed at the 'Saber Wielding Scholar' Su Wenqu. "To make a long story short... you should ask our scholar friend not to show off his cool calligraphy, and have him write down the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ with standard characters, without turning those horizontal and vertical strokes into wavy lines."
"That's everything there was to say. Good luck, seniors." After she had said this much, Su Clan's Sixteen waved her hand at all those present there.
Her figure was rather petite. Therefore, she quickly sank into the dimension on the other side of the pond of light. She quickly said her piece, and disappeared in the pond.
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As soon as Su Clan's Sixteen had finished speaking, the 'Saber Wielding Scholar' Su Wenqu subconsciously tightened the grip around the brush in his hand... he felt killing intent!
It was a fearsome killing intent, and it was coming from all directions!
He discovered that the various seniors in the surroundings were looking at him with sharp and scary eyes.
The sharp eyes of the seniors reminded Saber Wielding Scholar of that sharp steel saber he used to slash people not too long.
"Little scholarly brother." Fairy Lychee narrowed her eyes and arrived in front of the Saber Wielding Scholar.
Fairy Lychee was as beautiful as always, and her sweet laughter could make one's bones go soft.
But as soon as he heard her laughter, the Saber Wielding Scholar felt a shiver run down his spine, which made him broke out in a cold sweat.
"Can I trouble you to use standard characters to write down the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯?" Fairy Lychee's face was dark.
All of them had surrounded the pond of light and started to jump up and down like monkeys... and now, it turned out that the reason they couldn't enter was the 'cool' calligraphy this guy had used to write down the text?
The calligraphy might be cool... but it had really given them a headache!
Unwittingly, Young Master Phoenix Slayer had also arrived next to Su Wenqu. He gently pushed his glasses up, and said indifferently, "Standard characters and no twist and turns... I believe our little scholarly brother should be able to do this much, right?"
Mom, these seniors are really scary! The Saber Wielding Scholar felt a huge pressure at this time.
"Little friend, don't worry. You don't have to fear them." Right at this time, Su Clan's Seven stepped forward, and gently patted the shoulder of the 'Saber Wielding Scholar'. After all, he was the one that had brought him here.
"Senior Seven!" The Saber Wielding Scholar was moved.
"After you are done writing the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ with standard characters, I will make sure to go a little easy on you during the fight on the arena we willhave later," Su Clan's Seven said with a smile.
The Saber Wielding Scholar immediately felt his legs becoming soft.
Is Senior Seven implying that we will continue comparing notes on the arena after this whole matter with 'pond of light' is over, and he still won't show any mercy...?
The Saber Wielding Scholar had stepped on the arena and issued a challenge because he wanted to ask Su Clan's Seven for advice and learn more in regards to saber techniques.
He was much weaker than Su Clan's Seven, and if the latter didn't go easy on him, he would be done for!
Given the predicament he was in, the Saber Wielding Scholar took the brush in hand and started once again to write down the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯, this time under great pressure.
"Remember to use standard characters," Northern River's Loose Cultivator reminded. "Using your special calligraphy must have become a habit by now. As such, you will have to continuously pay attention while writing."
"I know, Senior. I will keep it in mind." The Saber Wielding Scholar forced a smile.
Never did he think that he would have such a hard time while writing the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ one day. He had to mobilize all the strength in his body in order to write down the strokes and the lines of each character.
However... his understanding of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ had unexpectedly improved while writing under so much pressure.
Several years had passed since the last time he had written down these two texts so earnestly.
Fortune and misfortune truly went hand in hand.
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Around ten minutes later.
The seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group tried once again to challenge the pond of light.
This time, the seniors used all kinds of different postures, and managed to successfully get into the space on the other side of the pond of light.
After seeing the seniors coming in one after another, Su Clan's Sixteen, Song Shuhang, and Venerable White faintly smiled.
"From the looks of it, everyone managed to get in." The corner of Song Shuhang's mouth rose as he was taking delight in other people's misfortune. It wasn't fun when you were the only one to get the short end of the stick; it was better if everyone was in the same situation!
The last time, he was the only one that suffered due to the wavy lines of the Saber Wielding Scholar, but now, the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group also got a taste of it! Song Shuhang felt that everything was balanced now.
No, no. That was improper. Taking delight in other people's misfortune isn't a good thing, I must contain myself!
Song Shuhang forcefully calmed himself down.
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After the various fellow daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group and the Saber Wielding Scholar entered the space on the other side of the pond of light, the 'Still Pond of Wisdom' narrated once more the tale of the amazing life of the Scholarly Sage, which shocked and stupefied the various fellow daoists of the group.
The cool image of the Scholarly Sage was smashed to pieces during his short autobiography.
Although it was already the second time that Song Shuhang and the others were hearing the story, they still couldn't get used to it.
After the tale of the life of the Sage concluded, the 'Still Pond of Wisdom' was generous enough to give all the people there a chance to learn a secret technique, as well as an opportunity to listen attentively to the speech of the Sage.
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After the various fellow daoists finished learning the secret techniques they had chosen, the Still Pond of Wisdom gave everyone the opportunity to listen to the speech of the Sage.
Of course, this speech was something similar to a rebroadcast, and its effects were going to be far inferior to the real speech of the Sage.
Still, its effects were still very good and nothing to scoff at.
The Saber Wielding Scholar and True Monarch Eternal Fire, in particular, received a lot of benefits after listening to the speech of the Sage.
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After listening to the speech, the fellow daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group were very satisfied, and prepared to leave the place.
"Let's go. We still have to handle the matter related to the Mountain of Myriad Books, putting it back in its original position, and we also have to finish the shooting of the next scenes of the movie." Venerable White put away the table and the tea set, and said. "In a while, I will also prepare the various 'disposable flying swords' we need."
Thereupon, the seniors left one after another that special space.
Song Shuhang stretched himself and said, "Let's go."
But right at this time, the Still Pond of Wisdom suddenly said, "Little friend Song Shuhang, wait a moment. Can you stay here for a little longer?"
True Monarch Eternal Fire, Venerable White, True Monarch Fallout, and the others curiously turned their heads around as they looked at the Still Pond of Wisdom and Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang was first at a loss, but then thought of something, and said, "Sure. I will stay behind for a little more."
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Everyone left the place, and only Song Shuhang and the Still Pond of Wisdom were left.
Song Shuhang stretched his hand into his pocket and took out the fragment of the magical treasure that the lustrous scholar passed on to him during his last moments.
As expected... the Still Pond of Wisdom must have sensed the presence of this fragment and asked me to stay behind for a little while for this reason. After all, it's the fragment of the life-bound magical treasure of one of the thirteen Tribulation Transcenders disciples of the Sage.
"Did you ask me to stay behind due to this thing I have with me?" Song Shuhang turned his body around and took out the fragment of the magical treasure.
At the same time, the Still Pond of Wisdom opened his mouth, and said, "Can you take out that Fellow Daoist hiding in your clothes? I agreed to give all the fellow daoists here an opportunity to learn a secret technique. Therefore, I have to give her her share as well."
In the next moment...
"..." Song Shuhang.
"..." The Still Pond of Wisdom.


One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques.
However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed... 

Dewa and Indri are students at a school in South Lampung.  And today is their first day actively studying.  But, Dewa got up late.  When he looked at the clock on his cellphone.

 "Huh, (Surprised), it's 7:15 o'clock, haven't you showered yet?" Then Dewa rushed out of bed and took a shower.  When in the dining room.

 "Ma'am, how come I don't wake up the god, the god will be late," said the god
 "It's your own fault why you wake up in the afternoon, aren't you all grown up?" Mother has to keep building school anyway? "Said Mrs. Dewa
 "Yes, you should understand it, ask for pocket money ma'am"
 "Here, (while holding out Rp. 10,000)"
 "Yes, yes ma'am, Dewa departs" "Assalamualaikum"
 "Waalaikum greetings"

 Dewa also left by riding his motorbike.  When arrived at school.

 "Sir, please open the door, I want to go in here, it's too late" asked Dewa to the security guard.
 "Eh, you're only in grade 10 and already late, lots of behavior" replied the security guard
 "It's not like that sir, I woke up late"
 So, don't stay up late, just go in there "

 The security guard opened the gate for him.  Then Dewa also parked his motorbike, then entered the classroom.

 However, in the classroom there is already a teacher whose name is Mrs. "Dwi" (that's her nickname) who is introducing herself to the students.

 "Assalamualaikum bu" Dewa gave greetings
 "Here you are (with a high tone), this is the first time you have been actively studying, even though it's too late, standing beside me.  What's your name? "Teacher Dewa exclaimed
 "I am Dewa bu (In low tone)"
 "Don't be exemplified, kid (said the teacher to the students)"
 "Yes ma'am, (In unison)"
 "Okay, sit there"

 Because the seat at the front was already occupied by another student, Dewa sat in the back at the very corner.

 "Damn, this is the first time I've been embarrassed (Said the god, in his heart)"

 Not felt it was 10:15 am and the recess bell rang.  Dewa did not think too much to go straight to the school canteen to eat.  Arriving at the canteen.

 "Ma'am, the rice is 1 huh, the same as bakwan 1, then the ice is 1" Asked Dewa

 After waiting for a few minutes the canteen mother delivered the food to Dewa.

 "This is rice as well as drinking (said the canteen mother while handing her the rice and ice ordered by Dewa)"
 "Thank you, ma'am," said Dewa

 When Dewa eats, 2 friends in Dewa's junior high class, named Doni and Jepri, approach Dewa.

 "Wa, are you alone?" Asked Doni
 "Uh, you Don, Jep"
 "Yes, you guys go to school here too?" Asked Dewa
 "Lah, apparently?" Replied Doni
 "Sit here! I'll eat first," said Dewa
 "Yes" said Jepri

 After Dewa ate, they talked about their past when they were in middle school.

 "Uh, Don, you used to play chasing with what was his name?" Asked Dewa.
 "Same Desi, do you mean?" Jepri continued
 "Hahaha, yes, yes, you are really Jep"
 "Wow, you are bad Jep, even opening my disgrace again" Doni replied

 A few moments when they were talking the class entrance bell rang.  And the 10th graders who were in the canteen immediately entered the classroom.

 "Eh, Don, Jep, I will go to class first," said Dewa
 "Yes Wa, we also want to go to class" said Jepri
 "Yoi, bro" answered Dewa

 They immediately went to class.  Arriving at the God class, he went straight to his seat.  Then Dewa's classmate named Ningsih invited him to meet.

 "Eh, what's your name?" Asked Ningsih
 "My name is Dewa." Answered Dewa
 "Then, what's your name?"
 "My name is Ningsih"

 Shortly thereafter a religious teacher named Pak Kasno entered the classroom with a frightening expression on his face and a way of behaving with a lot of behavior.  Then sit in his seat.

 "Here, the teacher is really acting (Ningsih speaks to himself)"
 "Hahaha (God laughs at Ningsih's voice speaking to himself)"
 "Eh, why are you laughing yourself like crazy?"
 "It's okay, so you're weird after all"
 "How strange?
 "Yes, it's weird, so if he was not a teacher, there was no way he would teach here"
 "Yeah, yeah, the street teacher is acting really like a thug"
 "Yes, let's beat it (Jokes Dewa)"
 "Are you crazy? How come the teacher wants to be beaten"
 "Hahaha, not really just kidding"

 Pak Kasno, who saw them chatting, didn't think long and immediately teased them.

 "Those who are dating in the corner, cieee, cieee, follow their dating (While coming to them until the eyes of the students are towards them all)."

 When they arrived at their table, Mr. Kasno immediately sat down.  Then speak.

 "Move (Pak Kasno's order to Ningsih), I also want to be dating, reminiscing about my youth, is it okay?" Asked Pak Kasno.
 "Just sit there sir, hahaha" said Ibnu then laughed.
 "Husstt ,, you this"

 The students laughed.  However, Dewa and Ningsih blushed.

 "Continue the chat, you also want to come along, are you the same PDKT as a beautiful girl, Iyo ora cah ayu (while winking at Ningsih)."
 "Wow, this man doesn't share the young," said Ilham.
 "Oh, I'm young like this (answered Pak Kasno), come on ora cah ayu" Asked Pak Kasno to Ningsih.

 However, Ningsih and Dewa were silent and did not speak a word.  However, the other students continued to mock the two of them until the class got rowdy.

 "Yes, have we, just want to learn?  (Asked Mr. Kasno to all the students), how come it was actually noisy "said Pak Kasno.

 "Yes, sir," said Dita
 "Yo uwis, we continue the introduction, but quiet, not nice to hear other teachers"
 "Yes sir," answered the students compactly.

 And the introductions were continued until the break with other teachers until the first day of active learning was over.

 Arriving at Dewa's house, he saw a novel entitled "I" (tells the life of Chairil Anwar by Sjuman Djaya). "Because he was curious about the contents of the novel, he immediately read it. In his heart said.

 "Wow, this is a really good book" Said Dewa

 Then Dewa also asked his parents.

 "Well, whose novel is this?" Asked Dewa
 "My father's novel when he was single, so what?".  Asked Dewa's father
 "The content is really good, I like this novel, can it be for me or not?"
 "It's okay, just take it, the content is really good, the novel tells the life journey of the Indonesian legendary poet, namely: Chairil Anwar."
 "Thanks, yeah"
 "Yes"

 Dewa continued reading the novel.  Until that day he forgot to play because he was so engrossed in reading the novel "I." The next day and the next day he was always alone in class while reading the novel.

 The god who was once a cheerful figure then turned into a very cold and quiet figure.

 Until he spoke a little and began to love the word.  Then he created a poem but it was never published to anyone, including his parents.  Day after day passed, it didn't feel like there were 2 more days of class meeting.

 And the school has ended its active teaching and learning period.  The school also held several competitions, namely: futsal, volleyball, poetry writing, quiz and several other competitions.  And each class is also obliged to send its members to take part in these competitions.

 When all of his classmates are busy wondering who will take part in these competitions.  Dewa was instead alone in his seat while reading his novel.

 Until Ningsih reprimanded him then said.

 "Wa, why don't you join the gathering?  (Ningsih asked Dewa), even though we're talking about class meetings.  Ningsih said
 "Yes, just go ahead, I'll just follow it later" answered Dewa
 "Um ... you entered the futsal competition, so you just have to reserve, because in our class there are only 10 men in our class, so the rest can participate in other competitions."
 "Yes," answered Dewa

 And it has been decided that those participating in the futsal competition are Ilham, Angga, Fikri, Arif, Ibnu, Umar and Dewa.

 "Then who participated in the poetry creation competition?" Asked Dita
 "Wow, yes ,," said Sela
 "Okay you wrote, Cell" said Anga
 "No, I can't write poetry, right?"
 "Well, just make up, it's really hard" said Arif
 "It's really good for you to say, this is someone who never thought when given an assignment," said Ningsih.
 "Yes, stay (You are a flower
 I love you and you must love me too,
 Yes, I don't love it, I just know the taste) Hahaha "Said Arif with a laugh.
 "Are you crazy?  (Interviewing while holding Arif's forehead) pantes his forehead just as hot as my armpits. "Said Sela
 "It's bad" said Arif.

 After discussing classmetting matters.  Dewa returned to his seat to continue reading the novel "I" which he had read many times until the end.

 But, Dewa never gets tired of reading it.  Because the contents are very good.  When he was engrossed in reading the novel.

 Ningsih, who had run out of the cafeteria, then sat beside him.  Then when he opened the next sheet there was a paper.  The paper is a poem of his own creation which is deliberately stored in the novel.

 Because Ningsih was curious about the sheet of paper, her friend immediately took hers without her permission.  Then read the contents of the poem entitled "want to know people" by Dewa which contains it.

 Want to get to know people

 I want to know people through words as well as gestures that move the earth's core, then I write it down into poetry, because I am tired of sacrificing my heart to be scorned, sacrificing bonds to be betrayed.  I am bored.

 And this time I want to get to know people through the sky at midnight who open all their doors for prayers.  And I looked up asking that I could know people who know no boundaries.

 And I want to let go of everything that weighs on my shoulders because I want to become a poet that you never know my name except my biography, my poetry and all over the place where I have been.

 And I want to get to know people through the tree of destiny who always write the names and storylines of all mankind.  Who never stopped glancing at me.

 And I want to know the people through hell who are tormented by the discomfort of being in this world, which releases a thundering sound like lightning which will strike souls full of sin.

 reading the contents of the god's poetry Ningsih was immediately touched, and spoke.

 "Wa, can you write poetry?" Asked Ningsih
 "No, it's just for fun (God humbled himself)" answered Dewa
 "Alright, to be honest, you can write poetry"
 "Hemm, a little bit"
 "The poetry is good, you know, Wa, enter the competition, huh?" Asked Ningsih.
 "Please do not do it".
 "Bodo, enter the competition, okay? (Sticking out his tongue)"

 Then Ningsih ran, left the classroom and headed to the school office to enter Dewa's poetry into a poetry creation competition.

 However, Dewa did not remain silent and then pursued Ningsih.  Suddenly ... Duarrr (Sound of collision between Dewa and Indri).  Until they both fell, but fortunately they both did not happen.  Then they stood up ,, and ..

 "Eh, if you walk around, please look" Indri ordered in an angry tone
 "Yes, I'm sorry because I was in a hurry," answered Dewa

 "Silly boy, walking without eyes (Indri spoke to himself)"

 Ningsih who stopped her path and saw the incident immediately felt sorry for the god who was scolded by Indri.  Then Dewa approached Ningsih and left Indri with a dirty face, as if she felt innocent.

Synopsis

 Love fortitude

 Dewa and Indri are students at a high school in South Lampung. When Indri first met Dewa, Dewa was very ignorant, and spoke a little that was the character of Dewa.

 When in 11th grade high school and one night Indri was robbed and Dewa helped him but Dewa lost and he was seriously injured and rushed to the hospital.

 When they had graduated from school they separated. How is the continuation of their story? Because this is my first novel, please keep updating it, please like and follow, so I will be more enthusiastic about writing it.


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Afternoon.

The weather wasn't too good. It was a bit misty.

Zhang Ye came to the unit and before he entered, his phone rang. It was his mother.

"Son."

"Oh, mom."

"Are you coming home for Mid-Autumn's Day?"

"I can't go back; I have to work overtime."

"Overtime on a holiday? You should be free at night then?"

"I should be free tonight. I will go back once I have knocked off."

"Don't come back to Cai Shi Kou; go directly to your grandmother's place. The relatives will all be there. They have heard that you have gained fame; your younger sisters (cousins) are all nagging to see you."

"Okay. Then, I will try to go early."

"Don't forget; my face will depend on you tonight!"

"What face? They are all relatives. Are you bragging about me again?"

"Anyhow, just buy more things and bring them over. Don't be too thrifty; buy the expensive ones. You are now a public figure; don't go throwing my face. Okay, I’m hanging up."

Du Du Du; the line was disengaged.

Zhang Ye smiled bitterly. His mom didn't have any other bad points. The only big feature was that she liked to brag. Yes, Zhang Ye admitted that he had inherited this from his mother. But he had never felt this was a bad point! Many examples in his world would validate this.

Is bragging wrong? No!

Do you know how Bill Gates became the richest person in the world?

Do you know how Li Na became the tennis world champion?

Do you know how Liu Xiang broke the world record in the hurdles event?

Not many people should know about this! What is the reason? Haha, the reason is they...... Alright, all of these events have nothing to do with each other. Let's change the topic!

Not many people had arrived at the office.

Zhang Ye didn't look around as he walked in. Suddenly, a voice appeared from behind.

It was Big Sis Zhou. She smiled. "Greet me, or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy."

Zhang Ye quickly smiled and turn back to look at her, "Big Sister Zhou, good morning. I'm sorry. The flowers on your desk were blocking you; I did not notice you were here."

Big Sis Zhou said proudly, "How was it, Little Zhang? I used your poem correctly?"

Zhang Ye embarrassedly said, "You saw Weibo last night?"

"Of course, I saw it. I followed your Weibo last night. I did not expect that after I followed it, the party had also started. It caused me to fall asleep after 12 last night. You didn't follow me, right? I even forwarded your new poem." As she spoke, she felt some injustice for him, "Ignore those people from the Writers' Association. If you don't know what art is and can't write poems, then no one in the world can write poems. Big Sis supports you. Don't take it to heart."

Zhang Ye smiled. "Thank you, Big Sis Zhou."

Outside, people began streaming in for their overtime.

"Eh, Teacher Little Zhang, you've come? Why did you get into a pinch with people yesterday?"

"Vice President Meng is the Leader of the Beijing Writers' Association. How did you offend him?"

"That's right. I saw it yesterday, too. Teacher Little Zhang, if I had any say, you shouldn't have posted your last poem. Those are the Writers' Association's Leaders and seniors. If you really offend them, how are you to enter the Writers' Association in the future? I think that it is best to leave some leeway. Hai, but those people are also too much. Why did they reprimand you for no reason? Even if your poems aren't comparable to them as seniors, how old are you? You are still young. They also can't say that your poems have no literary value. That's too damaging. I think your poem is still acceptable and isn't as bad as they say."

"Sis Liu, what did you say? You say Teacher Little Zhang's poem is acceptable? I think you have been misled by that group of people; Teacher Little Zhang has so much talent!"

Several sisters and aunties began an exchange of difference in opinions.

Until work starts at 9 A.M., the topic was hotly discussed amongst everyone.

Tian Bin also had an interest in the battle on Weibo last night. He interrupted to ask, "Sis Zhou, what sort of person is Vice-President Meng like? Those old timers are very experienced. Big Thunder and a few other poets, all of them are professionals. If they said so, then it must mean they criticized it according to their literary learnings. How can we judge, since we are not as knowledgeable as them? It's not that I am stepping on Teacher Zhang Ye. But like the old comrades of the Writers' Association said, there are many issues. After reading it, I also feel some doubts."

Big Sister Zhou looked at Tian Bin, "Then why don't you create a poem for me to listen to?"

Tian Bin replied, "I don't have such capabilities, but I still have some basic judgment skills." He turned around towards Jia Yan, "Teacher Little Jia, what do you think?"

Jia Yan gave some thought and said, "Teacher Zhang's poems definitely cannot compare with those seniors. As for whether it has any literary value, it's not my place to make an evaluation."

What they said was also heard by Zhang Ye.

When Zhang Ye used two poems to save a life on Wang Xiaomei's live broadcast, the office and even everyone in the Beijing Radio Station had completely acknowledged his talent and poem. They had all said that it was good, with no one denying it. But now, the Writers' Association with Meng Dongguo as the head had openly questioned and denied Zhang Ye's poems publicly. As such, his colleagues were now not unified in their beliefs. Some said they were good, while others said they were bad. Even more were uncertain and confused. Sometimes, the authoritative opinions of experts were very damaging and also affected many.

How was one to change the situation?

How was one to eliminate the public's doubts?

There was no other way. As long as Zhang Ye's qualifications were weaker than Meng Dongguo and company’s, then he was not able to turn the tide. He would only be repressed by their words. Unless… Unless Zhang Ye used his absolute talent and strength to trample on Meng Dongguo and company at a specific place and time. Otherwise, the doubts by people would forever linger on. So what if he responded yesterday? So what if the poem was well-written yesterday? The Writers' Association said that it wasn't good! They said that he did not know art! They said that he did not know literature! Just them moving their lips was enough to make you be helpless! This was the deceptive power of authority and prerogative. Many commoners did not understand this, so they only believed what the experts said!

Today, there was no announcement of the listenership ratings, as there were a lot of things happening in the station.

Zhang Ye did not care what everyone said. He got up to get his recording done, "Xiaofang, help me reserve a recording studio. Quickly, or it will be too late."

"Alright." Assistant Xiaofang answered and immediately went to arrange it. However, she returned a few minutes later, "Teacher Zhang, the station has informed me that our Literature Channel's programs from noon to 2 P.M. have all been canceled. There's no need to record. Apparently, the News and Music Channels will also be broadcasting the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet!"

"Ah?"

"It's been cancelled?"

"Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet? This is the thing that the Leader has been busy with over the past few days?"

A few moments later, Zhao Guozhou entered, "Everyone, quiet down. Today's broadcast has some last-minute changes. Listen for a while. From 12 noon, the seventh Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet that was held in conjunction with the Beijing Writers' Association and our radio station will begin. Our Literature Channel will also join in for the live broadcast. This Poetry Meet will be different from the last one done by the Jinshi Radio Station. There will be a composing and voting segment. We have invited the Education Ministry's Leader and the Vice President of the Beijing Writers' Association and about a dozen of its members. The exact name list has not been confirmed, but there will definitely be quite a few people. As the association's Teachers' creations will be poems related to the Mid-Autumn Festival, the listeners behind the radio can also compose and post them on our website's comment section. Later on, the listeners' votes will decide on the top three. So we have added some competitive elements to make the program more interesting."

Compose poetry?

Then Meng Dongguo and those people from the Writers' Association would also come?

Zhang Ye chuckled upon hearing this. "He who has one enemy will meet him everywhere." Yesterday, he had just been scolded by him on the internet. And today they would be meeting?

Would Big Thunder come?

Would Little Red Mushroom come?

In fact, Zhang Ye actually looked forward to seeing them in the station!

Zhao Guozhou exhorted, "So put down everything in your hands. Today, everything will have the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet as its focus. Everyone, go help out. The live broadcast venue will be in the auditorium. This is the first time that we are using such a large live broadcast venue. The equipment has not been fully tuned, so those I call out will follow me later and help out. Right. As it was not easy inviting a large audience, everyone should take an early lunch later. The cafeteria will hand out lunch early at 10.30 A.M. At noon, everyone will take their seats in the auditorium.

After calling out some names, Zhao Guozhou brought four young lads with him to the auditorium.

Big Sis Zhou suddenly said, "Teacher Little Zhang, will you be participating in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet? Writing poetry is one of your strengths. They said that you don't understand literature? Then show it to them!"

Another Big Sis said, "Come on. Little Zhang did not make any early preparations and just got notified. Those Teachers must have been informed a long time ago. They would have foolproof preparations. How can Little Zhang compete with them? It's better that he not embarrass himself."

An auntie in charge of copyright said, "Little Zhou, don't let them give you bad ideas. Little Zhang's poems are good, but that's only to us. Those people from the Writers' Association are professionals. Some of them are poets and famous artists; how is he to compete with them?" In a layperson's heart, the work is not actually important. Reputation and prestige is what they first look at. Zhang Ye is just a newcomer and has never entered the Writers' Association, so people will subconsciously identify Zhang Ye's works as inferior.

There were all sorts of differing opinions.

Later, as there wasn't much time left, everyone went to the cafeteria for an early meal.

Zhang Ye was actually in a dilemma. For the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, Meng Dongguo, Big Thunder and company would most likely be participating. Wasn't this the best time to turn the tide for himself? Wasn't this the best moment to prove himself? But how was he to participate in it? It could be seen from the format of the poetry contest. Although the listeners could participate by publishing their creations, that was just in text form. But the people from the Writers' Association would be reciting their works live. Hence, the top three had already been decided by the station to be one of those from the Writers' Association. They had already given them a huge advantage!

Go mess things up?

Stab them in their backs?

Hence, even if Zhang Ye wanted to go on, he did not know if the radio station's management and the people from the Beijing Writers' Association would let him go on the show.

Forget it. We'll see how it goes. As for the poem regarding the Mid-Autumn Festival? Zhang Ye had not thought of it yet. It was not that his brain was void of works, but it was.. filled with too many!

He wasn’t prepared?

Did he even need to prepare?

Mid-Autumn Festival poems? Not to brag, but Zhang Ye would probably not be able to finish reciting them, even if given a day and a night!

The Mid-Autumn Festival was not a modern day festival. It had a long history that dated back to ancient times, so there was a countless number of poems relating to the Mid-Autumn Festival. In this world, history did not have many changes. There were the same old dynasties and emperors, just like in Zhang Ye's memories. As such, history would not cause too many changes. The game ring probably could not change the historical background, or else society might no longer have such a social structure. It would affect everything.

However, many famous cultural works and famous historical figures did not exist!

Li Bai?

Du Fu?

Wang Wei?

None of them existed!

They were all replaced by others!

This world's ancient master poets were people Zhang Ye had never ever heard of. For example, there was Haoran, or Chen Yiqian, or Meng Fan. Zhang Ye had also never heard of any of the poetry of this world. Similarly, he was sure that they had never heard of the classic poems from his world!


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!

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