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Hit by a car, he transmigrated to the future. But it seemed that he was about to die again. After rebirth, he became a man with a miserable childhood who had no money or superpower. What’s more, he secretly had a crush for another man! Fine. He accepted his fate. However, there was more than that.

“Yuan, let’s make a baby together.”

Excuse me? Two men? No, Wait!

“I don’t have that function!”

“Yes, you do.”

With that, the man pounced on top of him with a wicked smile.

Two months later, a doctor smiled at him and said, “Congratulations. You’re now five weeks pregnant…”

Associated Names 
未来孕夫生子手册

Author
Explosive Cutie
炸萌炸懵

Tags
Curious Protagonist Futuristic Setting Handsome Male Lead Late Romance Mpreg Past Plays a Big Role Popular Love Interests Special Abilities Straight Uke Transmigration Weak Protagonist

But Zhong Luochen moved his hand away due to the quiver he felt from Cheng Yiran.

'He is too young.'

"You, you…" Cheng Yiran frowned.

Since the first time they met in K&C, he could feel that this big boss had many secrets.

Especially when he recalled the details from that night. He found… that Mr. Zhong did not seem to be influenced by his music.

"Are you also…" words were blurted out of Cheng Yiran's mouth by instinct.

But he stopped after he realized something; he looked at the mysterious man---Mr. Zhong quietly.

While Zhong Luochen smiled, "Let's talk about something simpler."

Zhong Luochen continued talking while watching Cheng Yiran's reaction, "Don't you think the public in the bar acted weird? Like they were being possessed."

Cheng Yiran face changed.

Zhong Luochen said leisurely, "But according to Cheng Yun's words, you were only an ordinary pub singer before being found by Li Zifeng."

Cheng Yiran's expression became even worse.

Zhong Luochen gave a small laugh, "Since you're so capable, why were you not discovered earlier…I heard you even wandered throughout Beijing eh? That means you're ambitious and wouldn't hide your abilities. So, how could this be?"

Zhong Luochen squinted eyes, "Why was everybody conquered by your song within one night… and even looked like they were being possessed. On the contrary, internet viewers tend to scold you, compared to those people that heard you live?"

Cheng Yiran grasped his guitar closely .

Zhong Luochen added, "Is it because… this guitar's power is not enough?"

"Stop it, stop talking!!"

Cheng Yiran stood up furiously, lifting up his guitar and smashing it down towards Zhong Luochen!

It was swift and cruel, past things about intentional injury and being imprisoned flashed through Cheng Yiran's brain quickly.

His peace that lasted several years had been broken and he acted ferociously again, like a wild wolf losing its territory.

No ordinary person could fend against the attack by this hard guitar. At the very least, they would bleed.

But Zhong Luochen evaded the smash from Cheng Yiran, and his hand grasped the other side, pulling with power!

Yiran couldn't keep his balance and fell; Zhong Luochen then launched an elbow attack on his belly, causing Chen Yiran to cover his stomach and kneel down.

Each one of his generation had been sent into the military, as per Old Zhong's instruction. They were not as skillful as Marine Corps, but could easily deal with some emergencies.

Zhong Luochen now caught the guitar, pressing it on Cheng Yiran's neck, "It may be a hard attack, but it won't hurt your bones, just feeling a bit painful."

Cheng Yiran gnashed, but could not move anymore.

…

Pressing down Cheng Yiran while pouring some wine; after a long while, when he felt Cheng Yiran gave up resisting, he said, "Did you calm down? Can we have a talk now?"

"There's nothing to tell!"

"Don't lie. However, usually, it'll be safe if only you know that. However, considering the current situation…"

Zhong Luochen shook his head, "It's wise for you to act… the fact is, don't you understand that we're of the same kind?"

"What same kind? I don't know that!" Cheng Yiran acted vehemently!

"Really?" Zhong Luochen sneered, "Then how about smashing this guitar… I think the guitar seller wouldn't care. After all, that place only makes deals for the transaction fee."

How could Cheng Yiran's attention on this guitar escape Zhong Luochen's eyes?

"Are you…" Cheng Yiran was suddenly shocked.

Zhong Luochen loosened his hand and said, "The history of that place is more than our age combined… so, why did you think you were the only customer there?"

"You're really…"

Zhong Luochen sneered, "I said that we're of the same kind… both of us are the customers of that place."

…
…

Luo Qiu liked the old wall full of Virginia creeper and the 70-year-old house.

"I haven't been here for a while."

He easily came into a room of this house.

Luo Qiu remembered during the summer that he and Zhang Qingrui were doing 'homework' for Professor Qin Fang. "Nothing has been changed."

Luo Qiu smiled, sitting down at the small seat in front of the workbench.

Miss Maid opened her mouth, "Didn't except Qin Fang's house to become Zhong Luochen's property."

Luo Qiu smiled, "Maybe Qin Chuyu didn't expect that. She only tried to sell the professor's heritage, and didn't care who would be the buyer… however, it was not a coincidence that Zhong Luochen will stay in this city."

The boss thought deeper, "Once the deal started, customers destinies are changed. Maybe he won't get rid of it until his death…"

It turned quiet soon.

Luo Qiu finger knocked the workbench, "A pity we cannot listen to Ms. Cai's song anymore."

He stood up with a smile, "I've many weird ideas these days… but because of this, I heard many interesting things."

You Ye nodded, "Master, Zhong Luochen should have some weird thoughts."

Luo Qiu thought of the past, "Zhong Luochen… I was not mature when I talked to those customers at the beginning. I should have been able to predict these outcomes actually."

Luo Qiu shook his head, "When I think back, I found that there should have been some better ways to deal with that trade."

Luo Qiu was always reflecting on himself, and thought it common for young men to make mistakes.

"But Master, the Zhong Family has a large number of properties." You Ye said, "Since he had such a thought, with this, we may have many 'customers' in the future."

"Like the Michael Club you mean?" Luo Qiu asked.

He shook his head, didn't wait for You Ye's answer, but played around with some bone products the professor made, while saying, "So what? we're only focusing on our business."

Luo Qiu shook his head, "Even if my little hobby was included, this world still will still spin as it ought to. As for the future…"

The future should be judged by future generations, just like these bone products.

If everything went well, he, as the club boss, would be quietly looking at everything in the future, at the time that was later than the future.

"…Maybe it will not be important."

The boss put the bone products back to its place, and said, "I should have bought it from Qin Chuyu. As expected, I was too young then."

Luo Qiu became the boss of a ‘club’ by chance. 

It was a weird club that sold strange items, assisted by a servant girl with 300 years of work experience. Countless people with dreams, hopes and ambitions came to the club, exchanging everything precious they owned just to fulfill their desires. They would offer their lifespan, items, and even their soul. Each successful trade would increase Luo Qiu’s lifespan by a little. 

“Tribute successful, your lifespan has increased by 99 years.” 

Thus, Luo Qiu began his endless life as the club’s boss. 



273 AC
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The brave 300 and I have been training hard, none of the Knight is able to beat us in single combat and group combat. We train with our spear, sword and shield, they received all the instruction from the family magic concerning the phalanx formation and how to a proper Spartan. From the group of boys, the strongest is Artacus, I made him leader the commander of the Spartan.
Because of the family magic, we have grown quicker and stronger. The shadow guard that when with mother has told me that they will return soon, as to explain the shadow guard. They are the elite of my spartan and I have given the Darth raven armour which is enchanted by notice-me-not charm and a few portkey, they are my elite force that no one knows existed as their main job is assassination, information gathering and protecting in the shadow. No, they don't have a lightsaber, but they are stronger than 5 Gregor Clegane.
In the Sunspear -
Today Mother back from the trip with my brother and sister, she sends a raven and Dorin told me that she will be today.
"My prince they have arrived", one of the guards informs him
"Come little brother, let welcome them home", he told me and we made our way.
At the gate -
We are standing and waiting under the hot sun, I can they are approached us and mother run up to me and hug me.
"ahhh my sweetling looks how much have you grown~", she said and hugs me tightly.
"Mother, who is that you hugging", Ellia asked and look at the 5-foot boy with dark hair and green eyes which remind her of Leo.
"Is Leo Darling, look how much you have grown and Handsome too", Mother explained which shocked Ellia and said, "arghh...the ladies must love you, little brother." she approached and inspect him from top to bottom.
"All right, why don't we continue this inside", Doran said and hug Mother. He looks around to find someone missing and said "Where Oberyn," he asked one of the Guard.
Before the guard could answer, my sister Elia said." He probably in the brothel, you might found him there".
Hearing this Doran only sigh and continue inside as a banquet will be prepared to welcome them home, when the banquet start it was already dark. All the lord and Ladies of Drone are attending the party to welcome Mother back, in this parties I made a few future preparations. I lace the food and drink with a loyalty potion and added to the family magic, it won't take effect instantly but they will be loyal to me and my family sooner or later. 
The party went smoothly amazing as the food and alcohol taste sweeter than before, however, Mother doesn't seem to look too happy concerning something that she doesn't want to tell me.
"Mother, is there something the matter ?" Leo asked her while sitting next to her.
"Is nothing sweetling, Mother just tired from her journey", she pinched my cheek and smiled."An where is your brother Oberyn?", she asked one the guard and doesn't like what she hearing, then move her attention to me her favourite son. 
"So apparently your Spartan is able to beat the strongest knight of Drone and they are still young but become stronger after following you're instruction", she said to him with a playful smile.
"Well since mother won't let me come with her so I decided to play with 300 friends, we been through hell but they dine with there. I'm proud of them, the armour and weapon they wield are specially made for them", Leo explain.
"And where the money came from? Doran only provide them with food and shelter?", she asked.
"Well...one of the training method that I used on myself and the brave 300...we kinda.....when and eliminate a bandit camp in the desert below the green blood river there we found around 10,000 Golden coins.", Leo said which shocked her then she realised.
"YOU DID WHAT", she shouted and the music stops as she absorbs all the attention in the room. She looked toward her eldest son as asked him if it true that Leo when and elimnitate the bandit and found the gold coins.
"I'm sorry mother, I only heard of this now", He said to her. " Leo is this true, how come you fail to tell me?", he asked Leo.
"Well....if I told you that I and my brave 300 going to eliminate and KILL a group of bandit, you will say no. Thus why my dear brother, I didn't tell you and plus none of the 300 dies or get injured as we slaughter them easily, oh another reason you will take all the Gold if I tell you", Leo said and continue eating again.
"hahaha, did you hear that? Prince Leonidas has eliminated a group of the bandit", the lord said and murmur started to fill the hall. A few minutes later people starting to congratulate me and my family, which made my mother even angry as the people laugh.
"Mother, I'm sorry. listen while you are away someone thought me a song that I wanted you to hear, would you listen to my song mother?" Leo asked and his mother only can sigh,
"Fine, but you are still needed to be punished. You too Dorin," she said and glared at him.
"Arghh Yes mother....."Doran replied.
"So what song the young Prince will sing?" some asked
"Please can someone get my guitar from my room, it should be the only musical instrument in there", Leo said
When he received his guitar, people in the room was confused about seeing this guitar. Mother the announce to the hall that his son will play a song for her and she would like everyone to listen, now standing in the middle of the room holding his guitar.
He bows and said, "I learn this song from a barb by the name, Ed Sheeran, I hope you enjoy"
~When your legs don't work like they used to before
And I can't sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks
And darling I will be loving you 'til we're 70
And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways~
The Ladies in the room was dumbstruck that Prince Leonidas can sing, using the strange musical instrument that goes perfectly well with the song, now all the focus are on Leo and following the beat of the song.
Mother has a bright smile on her face, swaying her body from side to side but wanted to sing along too, Doran closed his eyes and reminiscing the memory of him and his estranged wife.
~Maybe just the touch of a hand
Oh me I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am
So honey now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud~
By this time as I looked around the room, most of the married couple seem to be in each other arms and the single lads looking toward the singles ladies as they look toward me like a piece of delicious meat.
~Maybe we found love right where we are
When my hair's all but gone and my memory fades
And the crowds don't remember my name
When my hands don't play the strings the same way, mm
I know you will still love me the same
Cause honey your soul can never grow old, it's evergreen
Baby your smile's forever in my mind and memory
I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe it's all part of a plan
I'll just keep on making the same mistakes
Hoping that you'll understand~
By this time everyone in the room remembers some of the lyric and join, even mother was singing. Swaying thiere body from side to side, raising their glass. 
~But baby now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are, oh
So baby now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Oh darling, place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are
Oh baby, we found love right where we are (maybe)
And we found love right where we are~
Then cheers and claps, my sister Ellia came and hugs me. Mother was proud and happy and the gloom on her face has been replaced by a happy one. 
I thank everyone for listening and leave and with the reason to rest, as you might have a guess Drone people are very horny and free. You know what will happen that night, It shall be called the Night of Lust. 
The next morning was a little different, not just because my mother now is home but because of my performance last night. 
"Good morning sweetling, how you sleep", Emaya his mother greeted him in the garden. 
"Good morning mother, Ellia. I sleep well thank you", Leo said and hug them.
"Leo as a promise, Mother have a gift for you. But I want you to promise me to look after it, and I hope you can tame it." Mother warned him as a white lion cub has been handed to Leo. 
"Since you are our little lion, your sister and brother brought this from a merchant from Qarth. I think his name was Xaro Xhoan Daxos and he got this little lion from the Dothraki sea, I think they call it Hrakkar. I hope you can tame it, Leo, if not it will be a nice rug in the Water Garden."
"That when dark quick, trust me mother this little lion will be bigger than the lizard lion in the Neck, Westeros. From now on my little lion, you will be one of the protectors of my kingdom, I shall name you....", Leo laugh and lifted the lion cub up to the air. 
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AN: I was listening to Ed Sheeran while writing this, I thought it would fit for Weastroes. Plus most of Rhyonar peoples is actually good at music, the capital city of Rhyonar does mention music.

Third Sons and the last born of Princess Emaya Nymeros Martell, acknowledged by Mother Rhoynar.

Please read the Prologue, as it explains Leonidas power. How he managed to come up with the money and some of the items that he uses. 

Leonidas is a cheated character, OP Character as he is the Primordial God of Magic and Creation. 

Also, THE ONLY KNOWLEDGE I HAVE CONCERNING THE GAME OF THRONE IS FROM THE SERIES AND MY OWN RESEARCH. So if there is some stuff that supposes to happen that didn't happen, this is because I didn't know about it or made it to the benefits of these stories. But if it is something interesting please let me know.

I don't own the main element of the stories, I just inserted my character and made it to the stories. As you read it, you should know what does not belong to me and please give the credit to the original artist. Some of the ideas I have taken from the other authors like magic, singing and advice. So please read their FanFic too.

It was already lunch time when he reached Okuba. Public primary and secondary schools nationwide also started their Christmas break in the 18th so he knew that his mother and brothers are home. After he parked his truck in front of the house, he knocked on the front door, which was opened by the surprised Payew. "Sup?" Agew greeted from behind Tayaw which made Tayaw's heart skip a beat from surprise. Agew was playing with a neighbor's kid and when he saw Tayaw's black pickup truck pass by, he hurried home. "Well, sup to you too." Tayaw replied. 
Entering the house, he saw his mother in the living room. She is sitting by the living room table, doing Excel in the laptop he gave her. This made Tayaw smile bitterly. Public teachers, even though they get paid during school breaks, they also often have to work during the first half of those school breaks. "Oh. You're back. How are you?" Kilat smiled when she saw Tayaw come in and closed her laptop. "I'm good mom. Done with all the projects and assignments so the professors let me go home early." Tayaw replied as he sat himself on the couch. After a few minutes of chatting, they were interrupted by Payew who just came through the front door.
"Bro! What did you bring home this time?" Payew asked while already carrying the pot of Aloe Vera plant he got from the back of Tayaw's pick-up truck. "Christmas presents! Mom, excuse me while I get them. Payew let's go." Tayaw said leaving a curious Kilat in the living room. Tayaw, with Payew and Agew following behind him, went to pick up his mom's speakers and mic, Payew's packets of seeds, and Agew's art materials. They were all still wrapped up so they have no idea what are inside. 
After bringing the presents in the living room, they were finally ready to open the presents. Unlike Europeans and North Americans who wait until Christmas day to open their presents, Teungebians have a different style. "Agew, open yours first." Kilat said to Agew. After unwrapping the painting materials and the air dry clay, Agew did not exclaim or laugh, but the Kilat and Tayaw know he is happy with the smile on Agew's face and the gleam in his eyes. Payew, on the other hand, was disappointed by the tiny box he received. Seeing this, Tayaw just smiled. "Go ahead. Open it. You might like it." Tayaw signaled to Payew. After Payew opened the box, his face was getting brighter by the moment as he read the labels in the packets contained inside. "Are those seeds?" Kilat asked in confusion. "Yes mom! OH! They're expensive species of tomatoes and chilies too!" Payew answered excitedly. 
"Yes. Remember that sack we left in my truck? That's black soil you can mix with the soil in the backyard so you can start planting them. That aloe Vera you picked up is also for your room." Tayaw explained. "Thank you! I'll start planting the lettuce first for practice. Then, I'll plant these tomatoes next, then the chilli." Payew already started planning what to do as he continued to play with the seeds he got. "Oh. That's good. I've always wanted to do some gardening but I just could not have the time to start doing it. Payew can do it now instead." Kilat said after understanding. "Yes. I noticed him looking up plants in the internet the last time I came home so I bought him these. Thankfully he liked them. Mom. Open yours, I hope you will like it too." Tayaw explained and also prompted Kilat.
After unpacking her present, Kilat was surprised at what she saw and looked at Tayaw in gratitude. She was already prepared to return it to Tayaw if she found it too expensive and make him ask for a refund. However, looking at the speaker and small microphone, she knew she really needed it. Tayaw also knew Kilat's attitude towards expensive presents so he removed all the price tags on the boxes of the presents. Tayaw just nodded as he took the speaker and microphone from Kilat's hands. "Let me show you how to set it up. This goes there. That goes here." After few minutes of instruction, Kilat finally tested it. "Hello. Hello. Oh it's clear!" Kilat was satisfied with her new contraption. "Mom! Loud!" Agew who was playing with his clay complained as he covered his ears. "Alright. Mom will turn it off now. Thank you Tayaw." Kilat smiled as she disconnected the speaker and microphones and returned them with care inside their respective boxes. 
A few minutes later, a familiar sound of engine was heard from outside. "Oh. That's your dad. You know he prefers to come home for lunch when I'm home. You also bought him gifts, didn't you?" Kilat said. Tayaw stood up to open the door for Liboo. As soon as he opened the door though, Liboo was already in his face. "Hey, son. What did we talk about spending?" Liboo asked quietly and closely to Tayaw. "Oh honey, drop it. It's Christmas! You also know how responsible Tayaw is." Kilat despite not hearing what Liboo said figured it out looking at Liboo's body language. "Fine. Tayaw, what's that big thing on the back?" Liboo asked as he pointed at the boxed up massage chair. "Oh. It's a gift for both you and mom. Ah-ah. Don't refuse so quickly and take a look first." Tayaw said as he climbed up his truck, popped up the ramp and asked Liboo for help in unloading the thing. After rolling it in the living room with the moving dolly, they unpacked it. 
Both Liboo and Kilat held their breaths after the slick massage chair was finally unveiled. "You two can't possibly refuse this." Tayaw said satisfied at his parents' reactions. Liboo and Kilat both nodded. Liboo especially needs it because of the muscle sores he has to endure every day. Kilat too because of standing for prolonged periods, endures sore calves, hips and lower back. Where to put the massage chair is also not a problem because the living room is spacious enough.  They just have to move the smaller couch and position it perpendicularly next to larger couch and the space left is enough to fit the massage chair. Only problem is that the massage chair is not facing the television, but that is inconsequential. "You can't use it for longer than twenty minutes though. And you can only use it three times a week." Tayaw started explaining how to use the massage chair. 
After Tayaw's introduction, Liboo gave it a try first and sank himself on the chair with a satisfied smile. After watching this for a few minutes, Tayaw went back to his pickup truck to get the chess set for Liboo and also his old guitar. Kilat also took over the chair after Liboo's twenty minutes was done. Seeing the encased guitar and the wrapped thing that Tayaw brought in, Liboo was planning on reprimanding Tayaw again. Feeling this from the look Liboo is giving him, Tayaw decided to go on the defensive. "Alright dad! This is the last one, I promise." Tayaw appeased his Liboo. "Fine. What's with the guitar? We already have one at home." Liboo asked Tayaw. "Dad. That guitar was bought when I just started learning guitar. You and I are now skilled enough to graduate to a better guitar." Tayaw explained. "I see. But it's not like we're musicians." Liboo said as he scratched his eyebrow. "We're not but let me play for you later." Tayaw said. "Okay. What's with that wrapped thing?" Liboo dropped the matter with the guitar for now. "It's for you." Tayaw said nervously. "But you already gave us the chair! What's this?" Liboo exclaimed, getting more impatient by the moment. "Dad I promised this is the last one. Okay. Take a look first." Tayaw handed the gift to Liboo. He decided to let Liboo unwrap the present as he knows that unwrapping something will relax anyone. 
"Wow…" Kilat said dazedly from the massage chair as she saw the beautifully crafted chess board that Liboo just unwrapped. "Yeah…" Liboo also affirmed, stunned by the details of the chess table. The curved smooth legs of the table made from well black lacquered wood gave out a simple but classy look. The small drawers where the chess pieces are kept is made of a dark brown wood and goes well with the color of the legs and the drawer knobs made of small polished Petoskey stones gave a feeling of the seaside. The frame of chess table is made of beautiful solid light brown wood, varnished well to display the wood's texture. The 15" X 15 "chess board itself is made of brown and white marble. 
Liboo opened the drawer and took out a white queen piece and was mesmerized while observing it. The queen piece is made of white marble and looks like a miniature statue of a European royal. The details in the other chess pieces are not inferior to the queen, like for example the bishop piece that looks like a miniature statue of a Catholic Pope. "I – can't accept this son." Liboo suddenly said after examining it. This made Tayaw smile bitterly. 
In Tayaw's previous life, Liboo was also a very practical man. Tayaw never saw him own something that is beautiful just because he liked it. Liboo just bought things he deemed necessary. Once when Tayaw was in his 30s he tried gifting Liboo a nice leather jacket and Liboo tried to return it to him. There a few more times similar things happened. "Take it dad. I know you like chess. Maybe you can even get Payew and Agew play with you." Tayaw said. At this, Liboo no longer hesitated and accepted the gift. "It's a beautiful table. We'll make it last for generations." Liboo told Tayaw in gratitude.
After everyone in the family has put away their presents, Tayaw and Kilat started cooking for lunch. Because of the earlier events, Liboo also decided to call it a day from driving. He called his fellow van drivers and informed them of his afternoon off. After having a sumptuous lunch, the family gathered in the living room to watch Teungeb's famous noon time TV show. As the show arrived at a boring segment, Kilat remembered something and muted the TV. "Son, you said the guitar you brought is nice, right? Can you play it?" Kilat asked Tayaw. "Sure. I'll play a song I wrote myself." Tayaw replied. The couple was surprised but didn't ask any questions. Tayaw opened the guitar case and took out the guitar, which the family finally saw for the first time. They can't tell exactly why it's a better guitar, but they feel that it is. "My Home" is a song Tayaw composed in his previous life. It will never be a hit song, but it is a good song, one of those songs that one keeps to themselves and enjoy very much because of the song's intimate sound.  
After finally tuning the guitar, Tayaw started plucking the guitar for the intro. The notes from the guitar produced a warm and welcoming feeling that reverberated across the living room. It also made amplified the feeling of homeliness in the house. Kilat rested her head and snuggled to Liboo who was sitting next to her. With this, Tayaw started singing as well.
"In the town I was born and raised
birds sing, cold breeze brush my face
Time pass slowly while in a daze
in the house where I was raised.
Word leaves bitter taste in my mouth
In faraway lands from north to south
From east to west I always felt doubts
Oh, I miss my town, I miss the house
Where I was born and raised."

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

This was the distinctive voice of a teenager; compared with the original tone of the song, it lacked the flavor of rich experience, but it carried a youthful air which existed only in one's salad days.
The song which Wang Ling was playing was from another world line. It was a cover song titled "Old Boys" and sung by a music duo called Chopstick Brothers[1].
This song was about a guy's inability to confess his feelings to the girl he liked for fear of being rejected. It expressed the sentiment of being unable to go back to one's youth, and that while things might remain the same, people did not.
Wang Ling liked this song very much.
He remembered when he had first reached puberty, and he had had a crush on a girl. But due to personal reasons, he hadn't said anything, right up until the year they had graduated.
He had been afraid that he would hurt her.
At that moment, there was a special kind of feeling in the air as Wang Ling stood in this rundown restaurant and played "Old Boys" on the guitar. Once he opened his mouth, both Boss Tan and Tang Youning were straightaway intoxicated by his voice… 
...
That is the girl I deeply love and miss day and night~
But how should I profess my heart~
Will she accept me~
...
Perhaps I will never be able to say those words to her~
I am destined to wander the world alone~
How can I have such cares~
Dreams are always just dreams~ 
Perhaps I should give up~
Flowers bloom and fade in yet another rainy season~
Where is spring~
...
Youth is like a swift current~
Gone, never to return, and too late to say goodbye~
Only leaving me behind numb~ 
Without the passion of before!
...
Looking at a sky full of fallen flowers~
Fading at the most beautiful moment~
Who will remember it had once been here in this world…
This was the first part of the song, but Wang Ling put the guitar down after singing up to this point. Boss Tan was already totally dumbfounded — there was actually such an operation[2]?!
While Wang Ling had been playing the song, Boss Tan had casually checked for the lyrics, but discovered that there was no relevant search record for it on the Internet. That was enough to prove that this was an original song!
This was only a Senior Grade One youngster, but he was actually capable of writing such a moving song full of youthfulness… 
At the end of Wang Ling's performance, both Boss Tan and Tang Youning in that moment were moved in their hearts.
They instantly felt that this youngster had to have a story behind him!
This was a song that they had never heard before; just listening to one small part of it had been lethal!
Boss Tan had already completely become a fan of this youngster. This was probably the legendary prodigy, right?
Wang Ling: "…"
Only Wang Ling himself knew that he wasn't a prodigy of any sort at all… he didn't create music, but was just a music porter!
Putting the young man's guitar back in its corner, he quietly went back to his seat to eat his noodles; from his light and easy attitude, it was as if he had just done something pretty ordinary, which was a crushing blow to Tang Youning.
… Who on earth was this person?
Tang Youning was shocked. He dropped his head, feeling like he had been completely defeated… back then, in his quest to learn music, he had abandoned everything, and behind his parents' backs, had stolen the family's chaiqianfunds[3] and given it all to a music teacher. The money had initially been set aside for when he got married. When his misdeed had been exposed, his family had cut off all his living expenses. And so, he officially became a street singer.
It looked like he really wasn't cut out for this business…
If he had listened to his parents' urging back then and hadn't used the chaiqian funds, he might happily have had a wife by now; he could be living in a brand new house and maybe playing with his kids… he might have found a steady job and would be living a stable life.
For the first time, Tang Youning felt that something was wrong with the way he was living his life.
Was he going to stick to it?
After listening to Wang Ling play, he began to seriously question himself. 
"How much can a street singer like you earn in one day?" asked Father Wang.
Tang Youning's arrogance at having studied music formally had completely disappeared. He scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly. "It depends… when it rains, there's no money at all. I sing everywhere, and I just hope everyone can appreciate me for my music, not because they pity me."
"…" There was dead silence in the shop.
Tang Youning stroked his guitar, his eyes a little wet. "I thought that given my abilities, I'd have no problem passing the audition… now, this is the only thing I have."
"Then will you continue down this road?" Father Wang asked once more.
Tang Youning shook his head. "I don't know."
"You don't know means you still want to."
Father Wang raised an eyebrow, feeling that this young man was still very persistent. Anyone else would have surrendered early on under the onslaught of his poisonous tongue, but often these were people who weren't trying to do big things. On the other hand, the way this young man was hesitating just proved that he didn't want to give up so easily.
"What do you think about my son's song just now?"
"That song was really good!"
Tang Youning was excited and depressed at the same time. "I don't think I could ever write a song like that…"
"Have you considered that the reason why you failed the auditon might have to do with the song you chose?" Father Wang asked again.
Wang Ling raised his eyebrow slightly in his seat. He felt that Father Wang's attitude toward the young man was a little different now, as he had switched from poisonous words to talking sense into him. Father Wang had always been a man good at telling stories; he had a very strong grasp of different subjects and also first-class leadership skills… Wang Ling had once seen him unconsciously lead over ninety percent of a two thousand strong group of readers who read pirated books back to reading genuine versions again.
Tang Youning blinked as he looked at Father Wang. "What is teacher's meaning?"
"Don't call me teacher, it just sounds awkward. Just call me uncle." Father Wang waved his hand. "I mean, if you didn't detest my son's song, how about I sell it to you?"
Tang Youning instantly stood up. "Uncle… you're saying you want to sell this song to me?"
But very quickly, his expression turned deeply bitter. "But uncle… I have no money."
An original work of excellent quality was truly rare nowadays! Tang Youning felt that Wang Ling's song would be able to command a whopping copyright price from any record company!
Father Wang silently lit a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth. "How much do you have?"
Tang Youning fumbled around in his pockets and pulled out loose change which, when pooled together, amounted to thirty three yuan and seventy cents.
Anxious, Tang Youning looked at Father Wang, gritted his teeth, then tightly hugged his guitar and gave it a kiss before holding it out to Father Wang. "Uncle… if you don't dislike it…"
"No." Father Wang straightforwardly rolled his eyes.
Boss Tan was speechless. "…" This was a bit too frank!
Father Wang: "Why would I want your guitar? Can it be eaten? Isn't this your lifeblood? How can a man walk through life without a partner by his side?"
With that, Father Wang turned to look at the boss. "Boss Tan, do you have pen and paper?"
Boss Tan nodded. "Yes!"
Father Wang had always had a good memory, and he also had some musical knowledge. Hence, he had basically already memorized the lyrics and the melody after Wang Ling's single rendition of it. Even if he left out something, Wang Ling would help him fill in the gaps telepathically…
In a smooth and flowing style, Father Wang swiftly wrote down the complete lyrics of "Old Boys" on paper, then wrote another note before putting the pen cap back on. 
Finally, he gave the piece of paper to Tang Youning. "The most precious thing about a dream is that it can be rebuilt, no matter how big your setback!"
Tang Youning gripped the paper with shaking hands.
Father Wang exhaled smoke like a dragon and flicked ash from his cigarette. He stood up, picked up that thirty-three yuan and seventy cents from the table and put it in Boss Tan's hand. "Two bowls of beef noodles, thirty yuan in total. Keep the change."
After that, father and son together with Loopy Toad directly left the shop, leaving Boss Tan bewilderedly holding thirty-three yuan and seventy cents.
...
After Wang Ling teleported Father Wang and Loopy Toad back home, Father Wang leaned back against the sofa and heaved a long sigh. "Your mom maxed out my salary card. We have to save as much money as possible in these few days!"
Wang Ling: "…"
Father Wang looked seriously at Wang Ling and gave him earnest instruction. "Look, with just a little wisdom today, I was able to save money on two bowls of beef noodles! Want to know what frugality is? That's it!"
Wang Ling: "…"
[1] Chopstick Brothers is a Beijing-based Chinese duo who became famous in 2010 for a short online comedy film titled 'Old Boys.'
[2] 居然还有这种操作 'There was actually such an operation' is Chinese Netspeak for expressing shock or bafflement, or to complain or praise something.
[3] 'Chaiqian' translates to "demolition and relocation," and refers to the large-scale rebuilding of older urban areas in China. This has become a significant socioeconomic issue, with some people being forcibly evicted.


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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Tags: comedy, school, cultivation, tsundere, popular culture, almighty protagonist, action

Rose POV 

I sat on the school steps with my notebook in lap, drawing. I added a few flowers to the sketch of skirt, then shaded in the rights with green colored pencil. My earbuds were in, and I was listening to a song by Gummy. Her singing was the motivation to make me like music and start writing my own lyrics. 

"When I see stars, I think of you
Then I always pray for you
And I know what my heart was made for
To love you. Forevermore," the song played in my ears. I hummed the song, as my eyes closed. I wanted to learn how to play this particular song on my guitar. Hopefully, I could practice later. 

The sound of the car was loud enough to drown out the music, and I didn't need to look up to know my mom had just arrived. I closed my notebook, stuffed it into my backpack, took out my earphones, and got in my feet. I could see the two heads of my brothers in the backseat. Mom must've picked them up from school first.

I opened the passenger door, and old BTS song filling in the air. Yes, me and mom were a fan of BTS like sjdbdjdb I can died. But to be honest I don't even know their names nor how they look like. How can I called myself a fan? Your stupid Rose?! 

I looked at the passenger seat and only to find it was taken my appa lunch box and eomma bead organizer.

"Can you hop in the back?" Eomma asked. "I have to deliver your dad lunch after I drop you and your brothers home. And also deliver a necklace to a client" She pushed a button and the side door slide door open, revealing my two little brothers fighting over an action figure. 

A plastic cup rolled onto the ground. I looked around to see how embarrassed I should be. I mean the parking lot wasn't too full anymore. A few kids were getting into their own cars shouting to their friends. It was good that no one seemed to pay attention to me. 

"Sorry I'm late," Eomma apologize. "It fine," I smiled. I shut the passengers seat, swiped the cup off the asphalt and patted my brother on the back. "Scoot over, cry baby." Yeah I call him cry baby because he a cry baby and the other one I called him handsome because he handsome he's not a cry baby like cry baby, for sure. 

"Yah I'm not cry baby, I'm Park 
Hyun-shik!" he yelled at me. I shrugged it off and wiped some Cheez-It crumbs off the seat and sat down.  

"I thought Jisoo was going to pick me up," I said to Mom. My older sister, Jisoo, was nineteen. She had her own car, a job, and still go to college. But because she stilled live at home, stealing my opportunity of having my own room. She had to contribute to family obligations. Like picking me up from school. 

"She working at the Café late tonight," Mom reminded me. "Hey!, are you complaining about your super hip mom picking you up?" She smiled at me in the rearview mirror. 

I laughed. "Do super hip moms use the word hip these days?" 

"Fly? Bomb? Awesome?" In the middle of her list she turned to my brother and said, "Minho, you're ten, let Hyunshik have it." 

"But Hyunshik is just seven!! That's only 3 years younger than me. He shouldn't get everything he wants."

Hyunshik elbowed me in the stomach in his attempt to steal the Iron Man figure. 

(I was about to put Vkook but.... since BTS is in this book I was like nvm!) 

"It's mine now," I said, causing an outraged cry from Hyunshik as I took the action figure and flung it into the trunk. 

My mom sighed. "I don't know how helpful that was." 

"My intestines appreciate it very much." 

My cry baby, Hyunshik, stopped mid-whine and giggled, the desire result of my declaration. I ruffled his hair. "How is school, Hyunmin?" Just a shipped name you know. 

My mom slammed on her brakes as a black BMW cut into her lane. I reached over to keep Hyunshik from hitting his head on the seat in front of him. I didn't have to look at driver because I knew who it was. But I could see him anyway, his wavy hair which was dye into blonde. Jungkook had the boy-next-door looks..... tall, bunny smile, puppy brown eyes.... without the same personality to go with them. 

"Someone didn't learn safe driving skills," my mom muttered as Jungkook drove away. I wished she had laid on her horn.  

"He didn't learn a lot of skills." Including his ability to make chants rhyme. 

"You know him?" 

"Yeah, that's Jeon the fucking Jungkook. People call him Jeon the jerk though. But girls also fangirl over him. Ugh!"

Now that was catchy. Alliteration. Magnet.... Rose? How did anyone remember that. 

"They do?" My mom asked, rising her eyebrows. "That not very nice. Also fangirls? He must having a hard time." 

"They don't," I mumbled. But they should've. It had a nice ring to it. 

"Jungkook....." My mom's eye narrowed in thought. "Lisa used to date him. Our freshman year." Until Jungkook and I fought so much that she had to pick a side. She'd claimed the breakup wasn't my fault, but I knew it was probably was. Half of the time I feel guilty, and the other half I felt that I had saved her from a heartache. 

"I thought that name sounded familiar," Mom said, making a turn right. "Did we ever have him over to the house?" 

"No we didn't." Thank goodness. Jungkook would have no doubt mocked me about our constantly house. With four kids, it was in a never-ending state of disaster. 

Flashback

Lisa had dragged me to Jungkook house once, for his fourteen birthday. When we'd knocked on the door he'd would answer, his face shown how he felt about me tagging along. 

"Great birthday surprise," he called in a sarcastic voice as he headed back into the house, Lisa and I following behind. 

"Believe me, I didn't want to come either," I answered back. 

Lisa had hurried to catch up with Jungkook. Meanwhile, I'd come to standstill in the entryway. The inside of  house was a massive and shockingly white. Even the furniture and decorations were white, but the couch was red and the kitchen counter was marble. Like what the hell, nothing would have stayed white for a second in my house. 

I'd turned a slow circle, taking everything in, when Lisa poked her head around the corner and asked, "Are you coming?" 

Flashback end

My brothers' voices brought me out of the memory and back into the car with my family. They were not fighting over a fun packs of Gummy Bears. "I found it under the seat. That means its mine," Minho said. 

"Eomma can we get black thread? I'm out." She turned onto the main street. "Can't wait until the end of the week? Your dad is finishing up a job." My dad was a freelance furniture designer.. If you were to say we are like an average of poor and rich people. But the amount of work he got can be~ unpredictable, and so was our family budget. Basically everything about my family was unpredictable. 
"Yeah, of course" I said 

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Back home, I took off my shoes changing into a pair of slippers. I stepped over the pile of backpacks just inside the door and made my to my room. "I'm borrowing the laptop," I called out to anyone who wanted to listen, and grabbed the computer off the hallway desk. 

I walked into my room.... Well, half of it was my room. The clean half. The half with my study desk which had a lamp and pencil and pen holder. LED Photo clip string light was hang onto the walls, photos of my favorite idols, landscape and family pics. Last but not least my favorite one, my guitar. Although I had found myself appreciating the half every once in awhile. 

But with Jisoo not here now, I was free to flop down on my bed and pulled up YouTube. I searched for an Instruction video for a Halsey song. It wasn't a well-known song so I wasn't  sure I'd be able to find someone teaching the guitar part for it. I had to scroll through pages, but finally I found one. I positioned the laptop on my study table. 


I got up from the bed grabbing my guitar that was laying on the wall and went back to sitting on the bed. This guitar, my baby, took me over two years to earn. Every Friday night, I always watch my neighbors' two-year-old twin boy. They were very difficult to watch than any kids I'd ever watch. But the reason I keep on babysitting this two-year-old twin boy was because of the guitar. The guitar was everything I'd would dream it would be. Its tone was perfect. And playing it made me feel like I wasn't awkward as usual. It made me feel like there was something I was meant to do. This. It made everything disappear. 

It just made everything disappear for a little awhile. I was positioning my fingers for the first chord when the door slam open revealing Hyunshik. 

"Noona!!" Hyunshik said, running in ans sliding to a halt in front of me. "Look! I have a loose tooth." He opened his mouth wide and pushed on his top right tooth with his tongue..... it didn't move at all -_- 

"Cool, buddy!." 

"Okay, bye!" He was just as fast as when he came in the room.  

"Shut my door!" I yelled after him, but either he didn't hear or ignored me. I sighed, got up, and shut it. Then I focused back on the video and my guitar. 

Two minutes later, there was a knock, and then eomma appeared. "Its your turn to unload the dishwasher." 

"Can I just finished this" I whined, nodding toward my guitar 

"I can't start dinner until the sink is empty and the sink can't be empty until the dishwasher is." 

I considered fighting for five more minutes but then I glance up at eomma. She looked tired more than usual. Her eye bags is more visible now. 

"Arraseo, I'll be right there. You can go rest" I closed my eyes and played one more strum, letting the notes vibrate through my arms. My whole body relaxed. 

"Hurry Up, Rose!!" Eomma yelled. 

Ugh!

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The next morning before school, I stopped in the kitchen to grab some cereal. Eomma had already dropped off Hyunshik and Minho, and was folding laundry in the den. Jisoo was still getting ready and my dad was at the kitchen table, reading newspaper with his glasses on. 

I took a box of cereal from the pantry and was pouring milk into a bowl when i saw something on the counter that made me shake my head. Two necklaces lay on the beige granite, a peice of paper beneath each one. The necklace on the right had two checkmarks on the paper. The one on the left had two checkmarks. 

"No," I said. 

My dad peeked over the top of his newspaper. "Just vote. It's not a big deal."

"You say it's no big deal but then you make it a big deal. Whose friend did you rope into this time?" I asked, noting there were already four vote without mine. 

"Voting is a privileges. There no rope involved. It's all in good fun."

"Then, they're both equally pretty. I vote for both of them." I crossed my arms. 

"Nope. You have to choose one." 

"You and Mom are weirdos. There is no hope for any of us when you two do weird things like this." I poured myself some milk and sat down on the table. Dad's newspaper was still in front of him as if he was reading. 

"You know Mom is not going to let you leave you alone until you vote," he said.

"Sure. It's mom that cares. Just let me which one is yours and I'll vote for it."

"That would be cheating, Chae." 

"Why did you start this tradition? Mom doesn't take over your job and try to out do your fancy carved furniture." 

Appa chuckled.  "She would win for sure." 

I grab a spoon of cereal and put it in my mouth. To get his mind on a different track, I asked, "Why do we still get the newspaper? You know you can find these same stories in the internet..... yesterday?"

"I like to hold my words." I laughed, then stopped when I saw something on te page he held in front of him that changed my mind about not liking newspaper. 

Suddenly, I loved newspaper. 

Songwriter,Singing,Rapping Competition. Earn five thousands dollars snd a three-week intensive with a top professor at YG Institute for Art. Visit our website for more details!! www.yginstituteofart.edu

"You ready to go?" Jisoo asked, coming to the kitchen. She was yawning, but, as usual she was perfectly put together, in skinny jeans, with her white oversize shirt cover in her white cardigan sweater, and platform shoes, with her hair in a pony tail and her makeup flawless. 

Although we look alike- same long, brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, and.... same style? 

"What?" I blinked at my sister, confused "I mean, yes. I mean, Dad, can I have that?" 

Dad looked at his plate, which have a half-bagel on it, shrugged and pushed it my way. 

"Gross. No, the newspaper." 

"The paper?  You want to read the paper?" 

"Yes," i nod like a kid. 

Jisoo came over and snatch the bagel of of appa plate. "Yah!, that was for my Chae." 

"No, it wasnt," I said. "I want the paper, not the bagel." 

He grunted. "Nope, it still didn't sound believable the second time I heard it either" I fake laughed. 

"Funny, Dad, Very Funny." 

"You can have the paper if you go vote." I rolled my eyes, pushed my chair away from the table, and went back to examines the necklaces. The one on the right had feathers. Eomma was going through feathers phase. I was normally a fan of eomma jewelry but appa on the other hand was a little to hippie for my tastes.  I lifted the one on the left. "This is your winner?" 

My dad pumped his fist in the air. "She voted for mine, Jagi!" I held out my hand. 

Dad gave me the newspaper, kissed my cheek, and went off to find eomma, I think. 

"Let go, little one" Jisoo said. 

I clutched the newspaper to my chest, hugging the words, and followed my sister. Now I just had to..... 

Write the perfect song and win this competition

-TBC-

We ran so fast up the mountain as the sun fell low
We climbed so high to chase the light sent from the sunset glow

With each gesture of his hand on the guitar he was carrying, I could tell he was still playing well.

'Cause time won't wait for us
It fades away so fast
And soon these days will pass
So make these moments last

Because of his talent for playing the guitar and also because of his handsomeness and posture while he was a meter away from me, those of us who were on the soccer field were gradually confused. Some were looking at us and others approached.

We stood and looked out as the colours in the sky ran wild
In that moment, I felt like I was seeing through the eyes of a child

'Cause time won't wait for us
It fades away so fast
And soon these days will pass
So make these moments last

He continued singing. A few women are thrilled because of that. I don't know if it was because he was flirting with me or because Andrei became more attractive because of his playing.

Seek to reach the heights of the alpine
Seize the golden light when the sun shines
Realise that time is a precious gift
So make these moments last

I've found that time flies like a camera flashing in my eyes
So, blind, I turned and the moment simply passed me by


As I watched him, I could see the sincerity and sincerity of the message in the song. There seems to be a hidden message that only we can come up with an answer through speech. It seems to use only the mouth to know the burden of the content of that song.

'Cause time won't wait for us
It fades away so fast
And soon these days will pass
So make these moments last

Seek to reach the heights of the alpine
Seize the golden light when the sun shines
Realise that time is a precious gift
So make these moments last

Seek to reach the heights of the alpine
Seize the golden light when the sun shines
Realise that time is a precious gift
So make these moments last
When he finished singing and he lowered his guitar, those watching Andrei's elegance seemed to shake me. My smile reached my eyes, figuratively.

As he walked slowly, I felt like my heart was flying because of the thrill I was feeling. Even though this was not his first flirtation with me, I just now felt like this, happy, mixed with love that I just found out that it seemed like a revelation to me.

When it got close to me I bowed. I'm embarrassed, Nikkola where is your courage? I feel like I'm crazy because I'm preaching to myself. He put his index finger on my chin and lifted. He bowed a little to level our faces. I feel the warmth of my whole face. I make sure he sees that because he laughs.

"You're so cute" because what he said was like I was fired again. Then I squatted down and hugged him. I felt her shock and touched my waist. It seems that in the three weeks that we have not talked and met I can breathe easily. Because of the squealing of the others in the soccerfield, my cheeks got hot again because we were not the only ones here. Haist Nikkola...

"Sorry" he whispered in my right ear. I feel his suffering because only now have we been able to get close like this. After three weeks of avoiding it, when I see him approaching me, I leave or run, until we can no longer reach.

"It's not your fault, I'm sorry for my madness" I crouched in the middle of the confrontation and I confessed to him. That's right- this is not his fault. That's just for me. Because he doesn't know anything. I feel for him. I could not give up our friendship just because of my feeling that there was no certainty that there was a destination.

I let go of my arms by hugging him tightly. The students who also witnessed what happened earlier are gradually leaving and continuing what they were doing before, others have gone home. Until there is no one and we are the only ones in the middle. He grabbed my hand and pulled me away from there. I don't know, I'm the only one who's happy and thrilled that everyone is pulling but still smiling as if I'm crazy. Until we got to the parking lot where his car was. Now I just also noticed that before this.

He opened the door for me. I feel like he treats me like a princess who can't be hurt or even bother. In fact, it was just opening the car door. Funny.

"Why are you laughing" Andrei asked, not closing the door.

"Nothing" for me idiot holding back a smile. But, I know he notices that.

He closed the car door and turned around to get in. When everything was settled, he confronted me.

"Sorry"

"Sorry"

At once we said and laughed because of that.

"Sorry, Nikko whatever I did please forgive me." He rubbed both my cheeks and he was happy because I was already irritated with him. It's always like that, even if I tend to be annoyed then I will sulk and he will kiss me. We look crazy.

"But I'm serious Nikko, sorry don't sulk" He pleaded with a face with every word he uttered. Instead of answering immediately, I laughed in his face. This one looks like a puppy.
"It's alright" I said once non I kissed him on the cheek. I was also shocked with him. His face blushed. To cover up the embarrassment I did I laughed at him out loud.

"Yieeeee, you're blushing Drei, what are you? Are you thrilled by that?" I accompanied the instruction on his face with laughter to be effective. I can see that it works ... because he is quiet.

"Let's see where else this conversation will go." he laughed at the same time. In agreement, I nodded as if I was a child who was always excited about going. I'm glad we got along. I can't afford not to talk to you. I'm going crazy, I'm pretty sure there.

As he maneuvered the steering wheel of his car, Andrei spoke so I turned to him.

"Can you go on Weekends?" he asked

"Yes, we have nothing to do. Why?" I responded quickly.

"Do you want to go to the movies?" my forehead knotted. Does every words of what he said sound like a date? I shuddered suddenly and also disappeared quickly as if it was not obvious that  I am happy.

"All right, I want to roam too" I agreed

He seemed to breathe easily because of my answer. Like he is relived. Like he is thingking that he was too scared if I refuse. Until we were opposite our gate. Before I left, he pulled me and hugged me again. I was stunned because of that. Why is Andrei acting like this? Nakakakaba naman.

"I'm happy because we are now okay Nikkola" I hugged him too and I did not expect to kiss him on the cheek. He was also stunned too. I smiled at him again and got out of the car and closed the door. I ran up to the door and before opening it I waved at him because maybe to his shock he could not move and responded immediately.

I did not wait for him to wave back at me, but I closed the door and I almost fell at my speed and ran to my room. I leaned against my door and palms imprisoned my face which I thought was too red. My phone beeped for a new message ... Andrei. I opened it immediately.

Andrei:
Just pick me up here at your house :))

Me:
Okay :))

Then I hugged my phone. It felt weird to me and new. I smiled because maybe ... I hope ... he' starting to like me too ...

To be continue ...

Nikkola El Henry is a Business Administration student who was a bully victim in her past school years. It’s because she is always been quiet and anti-social kind of person. But the truth is, she is a sweet little brat that his only one best friend knew, Andrei Del Fierro. They're always been attached only the two of us and they are okay on it, to be satisfied as be a best friend who will be by their side to be partner in crime and a guide to each other. But the truth is, Nikkola El Henrey slowly falling inlove in Andrei. 

But one time Nikkola meet her transferee classmate, Lucas. She knew that nothing's gonna happen if Nikkola tell to Andrei about her feelings so she grab the opportunity and give her attention to Lucas. 

But the time is out and the accident came. 

"Now that the breaking dawn is now infront of me, in exactly where we started are journey, may you remind my heart that you'd loved me once. Even it's only one time, I must say... I love you as you can imagined" - Nikola El Henry

Perhaps in an attempt to bring the two closer, or maybe as a way of briefing Fang Zhao on the story behind his brand NaZ, Natiwuzi began speaking in a gentle voice. "One of my ancestors fought for General Wu Yan when he recovered Yanzhou, achieving quite a few feats. When the New Era was founded, this ancestor was conferred the title of major general. He also became one of the first antique collectors of the New Era. He helped found both Yanzhou's Collectors' Association and the Yanzhou Museum." 
Natiwuzi gave an overview of his family history first. The point was to convey that he was from a reputable family. Even though the brand NaZ was relatively new, it was backed by a powerful foundation.
Fang Zhao thought carefully. He actually did remember the elder who had recovered Yanzhou with Wu Yan, the one Natiwuzi mentioned. He had met Natiwuzi's ancestor when he'd led his troops in the recovery of a particular battle zone. The reason he remembered this person was because the kid liked collecting stuff and hoarded a lot, regardless of whether the items were useful or not, especially items from the Old Era. At that time, the war hadn't been over yet. No one could predict the future. Apart from their daily supplies and equipment, people didn't pay much attention to other items. But this kid was different. He'd had an addiction of sorts.
The first time Fang Zhao had met the elder that Natiwuzi had mentioned, the elder had still been young, only in his early 20s. In Fang Zhao's eyes, he had just been a kid, someone who had been born and raised during the Period of Destruction.
Natiwuzi, of course, had no idea what was going on inside Fang Zhao's head. He continued, "Come to think of it, after the founding of the New Era, the government moved all the scattered martyrs' remains to the newly built martyrs' cemetery. When Fang Zhao was buried, the old man attended the funeral."
Natiwuzi was typically a man of few words. He was a slow talker during his previous conversations with Fang Zhao, but once he started talking antiques and related gossip, he got quite excited. His sentences accelerated quite a bit, unlike his usual tempo.
Realizing that his comment might cause a misunderstanding, Natiwuzi followed up with an explanation. "Don't get me wrong. I didn't mean you. I meant the leader from the Period of Destruction, the martyr Fang Zhao."
Fang Zhao said, "I know. Keep going." He knew Natiwuzi had brought up the grave relocation for a reason. He also wanted to know why Natiwuzi had mentioned the martyr Fang Zhao's grave in particular.
"The collector's gene has been passed from generation to generation in our family. That old man loved to collect and treasured all his items. When Martyr Fang Zhao was buried, he had picked a few beloved pieces as burial items, precious stones of some sort. Word has it they were excavated some 2,000 or 3,000 years ago. They could fetch a decent price based on prevailing prices. Any of them could start a bidding war in the black market. It wasn't just the old man. There were plenty of folks who did the same thing, in Yanzhou and elsewhere." 
Probably because he was usually reticent, the brief spiel already made Natiwuzi thirsty, requiring him to down two cups of tea. He was still excited, though, not betraying the slightest sign of impatience. He lowered his voice and kept feeding Fang Zhao gossip. This involved the personal affairs of political leaders from the Period of Destruction, after all. Even though only he and Fang Zhao were present, out of respect, he couldn't raise his voice.
"Martyr Fang Zhao sacrificed himself before the founding of the New Era. Because of limited funds, his remains were kept in storage until the end of the war, when the martyrs' cemetery was built. He was buried in the first row of the core area. Even though his was the second tombstone in the first row, he was buried with many more items than the others. This may sound disrespectful to the martyrs, but from a collector's perspective, judging from the value of the burial items, Martyr Fang Zhao's grave is the most valuable. Naturally, it's coveted by grave robbers."
As the descendant of a major collector, even though Natiwuzi was less interested in other antiques compared to guitars, they were still antiques, after all. They still tickled his appetite.
Natiwuzi slapped himself in the face and lamented, "No one knows how many valuable pieces are in Martyr Fang Zhao's grave or what, exactly, the items are. The people who knew are long gone. There is no mention in footage from the time. All we have are a few vague references in the notes of people who were involved with the burial. That's why we have more cemetery guards in Yanzhou than in other continents. Even the martyrs' cemetery in Huangzhou can't compare.
Fang Zhao: "..." Should he cry or should he laugh?
"Even though Martyr Fang Zhao's grave is ranked second in the core area, extremists and grave robbers love to target his plot. Even General Wu Yan's plot isn't as attractive, and in recent years, people with ulterior motives have spread word that many of the precious artifacts that were seen in archive photos or footage from the era but never found actually ended up in Martyr Fang Zhao's grave as burial items. Anyone with a brain wouldn't believe this claim—the grave is only so big, after all. There are so many artifacts that meet the criteria. A good portion have been confirmed as destroyed during the Period of Destruction by archeologists; how could they be in the plot? Still, many folks robbed Fang Zhao's grave out of greed. Serves them right to have been shot by the cemetery guards. But they also tested the waters for other grave robbers."
Noticing that Fang Zhao seemed preoccupied, Natiwuzi nervously said, "Don't get any ideas. The cemetery guards aren't window dressing. They are authorized to shoot to kill anyone suspicious. Not to mention that convicted grave robbers face stiff sentences. No fewer than 100 people are sentenced to death each year for attempted grave robbing."
Fang Zhao said, "Relax, I don't plan on robbing any graves." He was just curious about what was buried in his grave. Was it filled with antiques?
Natiwuzi glanced at Fang Zhao skeptically. "That's good to know."
The reason he'd brought up the martyr Fang Zhao was to impress the Fang Zhao before him. People always worshipped heroes, especially young people, let alone a young man who was a namesake. Youngsters from the New Era typically worshipped the martyrs who shared their exact name. He also knew that Fang Zhao was not an easy sell, but Fang Zhao was still young, after all. Natiwuzi had just flooded him with stories of Martyr Fang Zhao's heroics and stories of his ancestors, and Fang Zhao seemed receptive, so he thought to himself, He's in play!
After yapping on about his ancestors, Natiwuzi switched gears and started telling Fang Zhao about his parents' generation and himself.
Hailing from a wealthy family, Natiwuzi's mother had been a businesswoman who ran a chain of hotels. His father had been an archeology professor at Yanzhou University who was a hardcore academic and held key posts at Yanzhou's top government ministry in charge of cultural affairs.
So Natiwuzi had lived a blessed life since his childhood. Coming of age under the wings of his parents hadn't been completely smooth sailing, but it had been much easier than folks without a similar background.
When Natiwuzi was six, he had seen his first antique guitar, a relic that his father and his archeology team had recovered from a dump. He had been instantly captivated. It had truly been love at first sight. Natiwuzi was also blessed talent-wise. Otherwise he would not have risen to become one of the three leading masters of the world out of all these fast guitar players.
He'd made his name in a guitar competition he entered at 22 and from there launched his storied career. Back then, Natiwuzi had been unrivaled among antique instrumentalists, the true world No. 1 of speed strumming. Jiminy had not achieved fame until 20 years later, which had forced Natiwuzi to share world champion honors. A few years later, Li Kasi had come onto the scene, the final link in what eventually became known as the world's three speed-strumming maestros, who have reigned supreme until present day. 
Even though there were other talented speed strummers, they were still a notch below the top three.
But Natiwuzi lamented that he had never been as talented a composer as he was a player. He never won any of the most respected awards in the industry. In terms of artistic achievement, he still paled in comparison to those award winners. It was a sore point that even his father had broached with him a few times.
Now, Natiwuzi was an old man. He had been through a lot and gained perspective. So what if he didn't measure up in terms of artistic achievement? At least he was still one of the world's three speed-strumming maestros. He had left his name in the history books.
Speed players like Natiwuzi were considered technical virtuosos. Even though speed wasn't musical in itself, playing fast drew folks who were otherwise uninterested in antique instruments, so popularity-wise, Natiwuzi measured up with those award-winning musicians just fine. In fact, he had many, many more fans. That was what his father meant when he told Natiwuzi that any career choice meant "winning some and losing some."
As he became older, Natiwuzi hadn't been able to keep up physically, so he had stopped performing in public. Instead, he had parlayed his career background and his connections into a business career. He'd started his own business selling antique instruments under the "NaZ" label.
"'NaZ' was brief for Natiwuzi's name. The logo of the brand was a big capital "Z," the slant in the design comprising six guitar strings.
The six-string electric guitar was Natiwuzi's favorite, but NaZ produced four-string, eight-string and 12-string models as well. They also made custom-painted pianos. Other than electric guitars, their lineup included folk, classical, and bass guitars.
A high-end custom-made business was a must for any successful guitar brand. Li Kasi's guitar had 18 strings, and Jiminy's had even more. Fad-seeking nouveau riche fans would order copycat models, but Natiwuzi insisted on using six strings in the company logo. The first time he had seen an antique electric guitar, it had been a six-string. Even though his father's archeology team later unearthed seven-string and eight-string guitars, they couldn't replace the sentimental value of the first guitar he had laid ever eyes on. He himself used a six-string guitar, and six strings made up the slant in his brand logo's "Z."
A light bulb had lit up in Natiwuzi's head when he'd jammed with Fang Zhao for the first time. Later on, he'd researched Fang Zhao and realized Fang Zhao's stature and potential among pop composers. More importantly, he had watched the guitar instruction video that had gone viral. It was quickly deemed the "most orthodox" guitar instructional video by seasoned instrumentalists. The backdrop of the video was the club Space, which was decorated exclusively with NaZ guitars. You couldn't miss the "Z" logo on the guitars. As a result, he had seen a surge in online orders today. Natiwuzi smelled a business opportunity.
"To be perfectly honest, before you arrived, I was going to film you speed strumming and post the video online to let everyone know that there were no backroom shenanigans, that it was all you, but I've changed my mind. I can't post the video right now. I also hope that you refrain from playing at this speed in public in the next year." Natiwuzi gave Fang Zhao an apologetic look, his eyes oozing sincerity. "I'll make it up to you. We can make a deal."
"The reason being?" Fang Zhao asked.
Natiwuzi's voice was already quite hoarse from speaking so much, but he had no intention of stopping. He let out a long sigh and said, "Before I saw you play, I thought a fourth speed-strumming maestro would appear. The Big Three would become the Big Four. But after seeing you go all out, I now know I was dead wrong."
Players who broke strings were a dime a dozen, but rarely could someone stop playing because they noticed an inconsistency in the strings at that speed. Up until now, Fang Zhao was the only person Natiwuzi knew of.
"If you make your debut, then it won't be the Big Three or the Big Four. There will be only one master. Jiminy, Li Kasi, and I will become history. I don't perform any more, so it doesn't matter to me whether it's still the Big Three or not. In fact, I'm more than happy to see you replace me and the others. I know Jiminy well. He rarely performs these days. He likes to spend most of his time traveling. He won't make a big fuss either. But Li Kasi's world tour, which has been in the works for 10 years, is about to kick off. If you appear now, his tour will become a joke. Li Kasi is quite connected, and he's petty. There's no reason to make an enemy out of him. If you launch your career after his world tour, it won't be as awkward. Of course, the most important reason is that I owe Li Kasi a favor. When I announced my retirement and went on my farewell tour, both Li Kasi and Jiminy made some sacrifices so my tour would end on a perfect note."
Natiwuzi was willing to strike a deal with Fang Zhao to return the favor he owed. He had no complaints.
"To be perfectly honest," Fang Zhao said, "I never planned on focusing on speed strumming or posting the video of myself playing."
Natiwuzi: "..." So I overthought things?
But upon hearing that Fang Zhao didn't plan on showcasing his talent, Natiwuzi didn't approve either.
"No, no, no. With that kind of talent, you can't remain unknown. Fang Zhao, I'm just asking for a year. After that kid Li Kasi finishes his world tour, after a transition, I'll do everything in my power to make you the undisputed king of speed strumming. Let's let the world know that, even without me, Natiwuzi, Yanzhou can still produce another global No. 1. It's No. 1 in the world we're talking about here! Can you imagine how much attention you will receive, how much the spotlight will focus on you? At that point you and NaZ will be household names."
Natiwuzi got so worked up, he stood up as he conjured up his grand vision of the future. He didn't believe anyone could resist the temptation of being the world's No. 1. Even he was overcome with emotion thinking about the global No. 1 title and recalling his glory days, let alone Fang Zhao, who was in his early 20s and had graduated from university less than two years ago.
Little did Natiwuzi expect that, after talking his heart out and getting so emotional that his face was twitching, he turned his head to find Fang Zhao calmly pouring him a cup of tea and pushing it toward him. "Hydrate a bit."
Natiwuzi: "...." Can you throw me a bone here?
Fang Zhao gave him a confused look.
Natiwuzi ground his teeth. "We're talking about the world's No. 1!"
"I know."
Natiwuzi: "..."
After glaring at Fang Zhao for a few seconds, Natiwuzi composed himself and plunked back down onto his sofa chair. He probingly looked at Fang Zhao again. "You're not willing to work with me? Don't wanna work with me? I can sponsor your concerts. We can start preparing in less than a year. I will leverage all my connections to set things up for you. Once Li Kasi's world tour ends, you'll be the world's No. 1! Don't count on Silver Wing."
Fang Zhao remained unfazed despite Natiwuzi's intimidating stare. He calmly responded, "I know working with you in this field is the best option."
Natiwuzi relaxed somewhat, but he was also waiting for the impending "but."
"But," Fang Zhao said while staring at Natiwuzi, "I'm performing my military service next year."
Natiwuzi: "..."
Once again, Natiwuzi's jaded face was on the verge of melting. He said in a quasi-grunt, "Military service? You graduated more than a year ago and you still haven't served?"
It was impossible to bypass something like military service. Fudging your military service was a no-no if you didn't want it to come back to haunt you. The most you could do was leverage your connections into an easier posting. 
When Natiwuzi had researched Fang Zhao, he hadn't paid attention to service status. When he had been planning their future, the words "military service" had never crossed his mind.
But a service term could delay his plans by a year or more. That was the minimum. If there were unforeseen developments, the delay could be longer. In the worst-case scenario, his vision might never be executed.
Natiwuzi started brainstorming which strings to pull. "I can set things up for you."
"Thanks, but I've been taken care of."
"Right, Silver Wing must have stepped in on something like this." Natiwuzi relaxed a bit. If Silver Wing had set things up, there shouldn't be any complications, but he still didn't feel reassured. If even one of Fang Zhao's fingers were injured, his plans would be toast.
"Remember to protect your hands!"
Natiwusi nagged Fang Zhao repeatedly, urging him to keep an eye on his hands. Not a single finger could be harmed.
"I'll do my best." That's all Fang Zhao could say.
Natiwuzi was mad, but there was nothing he could do. Military service was a major complicating factor. For anyone else, given existing medical technology, a broken finger could be fixed, but Natiwuzi knew that for a speed strummer, even if his broken fingers were repaired, he might not be able to play at the same level. Even if he could, it would be a long wait.
What a headache!
Natiwuzi wanted to post the video of Fang Zhao playing right now, but all he could do was let out a resigned sigh when he remembered the favor Li Kasi had done for him back then.
Forget it, let's put our plans for the world's No. 1 speed strummer on hold. But that didn't mean he was going to change his plans about asking Fang Zhao to endorse his brand.
"Setting aside speed strumming for a second, we can work together on other fronts. How's your folk guitar technique?" Natiwuzi asked.
"It's OK," Fang Zhao responded.
Natiwuzi raised his eyebrows. "That's great." He didn't like playing folk. If Fang Zhao could, that would be a perfect fit.
He'd had a Plan B all along.
Even though Natiwuzi was one of the three speed-strumming maestros, not everyone dug his style. His influence was also waning quickly. In addition, genuine antique-instrument enthusiasts might not be into electric instruments. To broaden his appeal, especially among students, Natiwuzi had planned on expanding production of folk guitars.
Introductory classes were common at the primary and secondary level. Things were even more flexible in university—there was an abundance of student clubs. Natiwuzi didn't want to cede this market. Even though he preferred the electric guitar, he was a businessman; he couldn't expect everyone to follow his preferences.
"I saw your electric guitar instructional video that was posted online. I've been planning on launching online guitar lessons. I've already hired a few instructors, but if you could join them, that would be even better. I can give you a 70 percent cut of the subscription fees and user bonuses. How does that sound? Right, I've also invested in a campus romance that Silver Wing is shooting. The male lead is someone who acts cool by carrying a folk guitar with him all the time. If the movie turns out well, it will spark a wave of nostalgia for folk guitars on campuses."


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

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