"What prank?"
"LIke you are just bluffing about the clip. ANd when my attention is on the clip, you will kiss me suddenly. I that's your plan then it's not going to work" 
She kept staring at me while doing nothing.
What?
Why am I gettin more chills now?
Did I guessed her prank?
But it was a very lame one.
"Can I play the clip now?"
So it wan't that?
Dammit!
"GO ahead"
She played the clip.
It was from a low angle...or rather, it was...
"Is this...is his what I think it is?"
"Yes. I am showing you what I was seeing when you were in...what should we call that form?"
"Are you seriously asking me that? You already know how much I suck at naming"
She pouted and said, "Fine then. I will name it"
She thought for a while and said, "How about Black Das?"
"Uh...I have so many question"
"OKay then it's decided. We will call it Black Das"
"Don't ignore me"
"All questions are rejected"
"Why?"
"You didn't even try to think and come up with any name. So you don't ave any right to ask any questions"
"Why are you actually making sense?" 
"I always make sense"
"...."
I am not even in any mood to fight back.
Sigh~
I shied and said, "PLease resume the clip already"
"Sure"
The clip started playing again.
I was seeing it from my eyes, so the clip was...kind of...weird.
I was crawling on the road and and soon entred the park.
THere was someone lying on the ground...wait! That's robna.
ANd I didn't pay attention back then, but everthing is damaged in the park.
i did that? 
How hard I hit her?
Is she...okay?
I crawed to Robena and tried to attack her. But fell down again.
Robena tried to get up from the bench, but she fell down. 
I tried to get up with the bench as support.
Robena slowly got up, and held me.
I tried to shrug her off.
She held his face as me mask fell down.
Her eyes widened.
There wan't any surprise or shock in her eyes, nor any fear. She looked worried about me.
"So it was you after all"
She brought her face close to mine, and kissed...wait, kiss!
"What are...you? Why do you look so sad? What happened?"
She...kissed me?!
"Lily?!"
I looked at Lily who was making a smug face.
"So, I won, right?
"Wait a damn minute! What is this? Is this real?"
"Of couse it is"
"When...why did she do that?!"
"I don't kow"
"I...I hit her, and she could have died by that. SHe should be scared of me. But istead, she kissed me?! WHy?!" 
"Maybe she thought she was going to die?"
"If so then...tehn why would she kiss me?"
"Becasue she loves you?"
"Ha?!"
"Becasue she loves you"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I am saying that she loves you"
"And I am asking how do you know that?"
"Well..."
"She told you....how will she tell you"
SIgh~

My brain stopped working again.
"She hasn't told me or anyone that she loves you"
"Exactly! SO why do you think that she lovesme?"
"Why else would she kiss a person who hit her to death?"
"..."
Is that true?
She loves me?
"Why?!
And how?!
We have only met once...maybe not once. BUt we definitely didn't share any monet where she could have...LWO!
Dammit!
We dipped together in the lake.
Did she fall in love me becasue of that?
But...why would anyone fall in love after taking a dip with them?
And I never acctuallly dipped with her. She pushed...puled me in the lake and I fell dow.
My clothes were already wet, so i was waiting for them to dry. NOthing else.
I may be dense, but there is no way anyone can fall in love after that.
What happened after---Ah!
WE ran into that buliger.
She was also acting weird at that time.
Many this were happening with me at that time. Like those whispers and screams and my body pain and head aching. Too much shit. and during all that, she was being annoying.
She was killed by that Bulgier.
I took revenge though.
DId she fell in love with me becasue of that?
Maybe no.
Am I forgetting something?
Sigh~
Great.
"My headche is back again"
"I am sorry, I wasn't trying to annoy you. I just wanted to see you mbarrsed face" Lily said as she sat on my lap.
"It's not you faul. I just...I just don't know what to do"
"It's not like she has confessed to you. and...i am not sure, Maybe I am just mistaken?"
"Say that..." I sqeezed her breasts and said, "Earlier!"
"Das" she leaned back on my chest and said, "Hey"
"hello"
She looked up and said, "What are you going to do about you heart?
"Nothing"
"BUt you can't leave it like this"
"I don't need any heart now"
"You do need it"
"My system is doing all the heart's work"
"But heart is important"
""not anymore"
"It makes you human"
"PLease Lily. Don't force me to make me do something"
"What about your emotions?"
"That..."
"You exterminated them from your body and system"
"..."
"Have you realize its effect yet?"
"I..."
"You are lacking emotions and feelings"
"That's not true. I can still feel the sadness of grandpa's death"
"It will be gone soon. Every emotions. Your every feelings will vanish. Everything. Do you know what will happen once its happens?"
"I don't"
"You will stop feeling anything. You won't have any emotions. You will...you will stop loving me. You will stop loving Elena, Lier, Dalla, and Serah. You will stop loving you parents"
"..."
"What will you do once it happens?"
"You will sop loving us, you will stop feeling any hing about us and you won't even realize it"
"Can you do something?"
"IS that an order or a request?"
"It's just a question"
"I don't know if I can do anything or not"
"Can you try?"
"I need time"
"HOw much?"
"Thousands of years"
"i am being seirous here"
"I am also being serious here. I have to find every singe emotion from your system which are scatteredall over your system. Just finding them would take more than hundreads year, And that emotions will be corrupter, no value in them. I have to repair them and then I have to create exact same emotion, becasue the old one won't work even if it's repaired"
"Too much work"
"And that's for only one emotions. There are many emotions"
"Can you do it?"
"I will try. But as I said, I need time"
"But thousands...Hey Lily. You said you can slow the time here, right?"
"Yes we can"
"You said, you can make one millisecaond here into one day, right?"
"I did"
"Why don't you do that?"
"I can't"
"Why?"
"AsI said, I will need a deep concentration to look, repair, and create your emotions. And I can't concentrate if I am slowing down the time"
"How much can you manage?"
'I can't slow down the time"
"I will do it"
"Do you know how to?"
"I don't. Teach me Miss Lily"
"Hehe. Fine. I shall teach you"  
"OKay. BUt first" I got off from the bed and bowed down, saying, "Thank you for everything. PLease keep loving and support me all my life"
"Hey!" She qyickly dumeped down from the bed and said, "Stop. What are you doing?! You are the king!"
"Not here. Not for you. NOt for my loved ones"
She helped me get up and said, "Never, ever, do that again. Got it?"
"..."
"Got it?"
"got it"
Whoa!
She looks so scary. But scary Lily is also cute.
"so, lets start"
"Yeah"
"
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[The old title of the novel was 'My (idiot) Girlfriend Recommended Me a VR Game, So I Tried Playing It.] 

Daas Ryle, a boy born in a lineage of Royals. He was the only male heir and because of that, there have been many tries to kill him and his family.

Losing the girl he loved when he was a kid, he turned into a psycho. He started to find joy and satisfaction in killing and crushing his enemies. His hate burned like hellfire. Having suffered hell in his childhood, he became an emotionless boy who thought studying was his only way to live. 

"Whoever dares to harm my loved ones shall cease to exist"-- This was his motto.

That was when he met 'her,' the girl who changed his life. He slowly started falling in love with her. She was his Salvatore. Daas began changing, becoming a normal high school boy, at least from the outside.

Then one day, his girlfriend asked him to play a VR game with her. Little did he know that agreeing to play the game would change his life, how it would affect him in the real world, and how his future would change. How he will learn the dark secrets of the cruel world he lives in. 
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[BURR]
After the war, I went back to New York...


[HAMILTON]
A-After the war I went back to New York...


[BURR]
I finished up my studies and I practised law...


[HAMILTON]
I practised law, Burr worked next door...


[BURR]
Even though we started at the very same time, Alexander Hamilton began to climb. How to account for his rise to the top? Man, the man is non-stop!


[HAMILTON]
Gentlemen of the jury, I'm curious, bear with me. Are you aware that we're making history? This is the first murder trial of our brand new nation, the liberty behind deliberation.


[COMPANY]
Non-stop!


[HAMILTON]
I intend to prove without a shadow of a doubt, with my assistant counsel...


[BURR]
Co-counsel. Hamilton, sit down. My client Levi Weeks is innocent, call your first witness. That's all you had to say.


[HAMILTON]
Ok, one more thing!


[BURR]
Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Soon that attitude may be your doom. Why do you write like you're running out of time? Write day and night like you're running out of time? Every day you fight like you're running out of time. Keep on fighting in the meantime...


[COMPANY]
Non-stop!


[HAMILTON]
Corruption's such an old song that we can sing along in harmony, and nowhere is it stronger than in Albany. This colony's economy's increasingly stalling, and honestly, that's why public service seems to be calling me.


[COMPANY]
He's just non-stop!


[HAMILTON]
I've practised the law, I've practically perfected it. I've seen injustice in the world and I've corrected it. Now, for a strong sense of democracy. If not, then I'll be Socrates throwing verbal rocks and these mediocrities!


[BURR]
Hamilton at the Constitutional Convention!


[HAMILTON]
I was chosen for the Constitutional Convention!


[BURR]
There as a New York junior delegate!


[HAMILTON]
Now what I'm gonna say may sound indelicate...


[BURR]
Goes and proposes his own form of government!


[COMPANY]
What?


[BURR]
His own plan for a new form of government!


[COMPANY]
What?


[BURR]
Talks for six hours, the convention is listless...


[COMPANY]
Bright young man...
Yo, who the f is this?


[BURR/COMPANY]
Why do you always say what you believe? Why do you always say what you believe? Every proclamation guarantees free ammunition for your enemies... Why do you write like it's going out of style? Write day and night like it's going out of style. Every day you fight like it's going out of style. Do what you do...


[BURR]
Alexander?


[HAMILTON]
Aaron Burr, sir?


[BURR]
It's the middle of the night.


[HAMILTON]
Can we confer, sir?


[BURR]
Is this a legal matter?


[HAMILTON]
Yes, and it's important to me.


[BURR]
What do you need?


[HAMILTON]
Burr, you're a better lawyer than me...


[BURR]
Ok?


[HAMILTON]
I know I talk too much, I'm abrasive. You're incredible in court. You're succinct. Persuasive. My client needs a strong defence, you're the solution.


[BURR]
Who's your client?


[HAMILTON]
The new U.S Constitution...


[BURR]
No.


[HAMILTON]
Hear me out!


[BURR]
No way!


[HAMILTON]
A series of essays, anonymously published, defending the document to the public.


[BURR]
No one will read it.


[HAMILTON]
I disagree.


[BURR]
And if it fails?


[HAMILTON]
Burr, that's why we need it!


[BURR]
The Constitution's a mess!


[HAMILTON]
So it needs amendments...


[BURR]
It's full of contradictions!


[HAMILTON]
So is Independence! We have to start somewhere.


[BURR]
No. No way!


[HAMILTON]
You're making a mistake...


[BURR]
Goodnight!


[HAMILTON]
Hey! What are you waiting for? What do you stall for?


[BURR]
What?


[HAMILTON]
We won the war, what was it all for? Do you support this Constitution?


[BURR]
Of course.


[HAMILTON]
Then defend it.


[BURR]
And what if you're backing the wrong horse?


[HAMILTON]
Burr. We've studied and we've fought and we've killed. For the notion of a nation, we now get to build! For once in your life, take a stand with pride! I don't understand how you stand to the side!


[BURR]
I'll keep all my plans close to my chest. I'll wait here and see which way the wind will blow. I am taking my time, watching the afterbirth of a nation watching the tension grow.


[ANGELICA]
I am sailing off to London. I am accompanied by someone who always pays. I have found a wealthy husband who will keep me in comfort for all my days. He is not a lot of fun, but there is no one who can match you, for turn of phrase. My Alexander...


[HAMILTON]
Angelica...


[ANGELICA]
Don't forget to write...


[ELIZA]
Look at where you are. Look at where you started. The fact that you're alive is a miracle. Just stay alive, that would be enough. And if your wife could share a fraction of your time, if I could grant you peace of mind, would that be enough?


[BURR]
Alexander joins forces with James Madison and John Jay to write a series of essays entitled, 'The Federalist Papers'. The plan was to write a total of twenty-five essays, the work evenly divided among the three men. In the end, they write eighty-five essays in the span of six months. John Jay got sick after writing five. James Madison wrote twenty-nine. Hamilton wrote the other fifty-one!


[BURR/COMPANY]
How do you write like you're running out of time? Write day and night like you're running out of time? Every day you fight like you're running out of time, like you're running out of time. Are you running out of time? How do you write like tomorrow won't arrive? How do you write like you need it to survive? How do you write every second you're alive? Every second you're alive? Every second you're alive?


[WASHINGTON]
They are asking me to lead, I am doing the best I can. To get the people that I need. I'm asking you to be my right-hand man.


[HAMILTON]
Treasury or State?


[WASHINGTON]
I know it's a lot to ask...


[HAMILTON]
Treasury or State?


[WASHINGTON]
To leave behind the world you know...


[HAMILTON]
Sir? Do you want me to run the Treasury or State department?


[WASHINGTON]
Treasury.


[HAMILTON]
Let's go.


[ELIZA]
Alexander!


[HAMILTON]
I have to leave.


[ELIZA]
Alexander!


[HAMILTON]
Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now.


[ELIZA]
Helpless...


[HAMILTON]
They are asking me to lead.


[ELIZA]
Look around. Isn't this enough?


[ELIZA/ANGELICA/BURR/WASHINGTON/COMPANY]
He will never be satisfied. (be enough)


Enough to be satisfied, satisfied.


History has its eyes!


Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room?
Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? (Non-stop!)


He will never be satisfied, satisfied, (be enough) satisfied...


Why do you write like it's going out of style? Why do you fight like...


[COMPANY]
History has its eyes on you!


[HAMILTON]
I am not throwing away my shot!


[COMPANY]
Just you wait...


[HAMILTON]
I am not throwing away my shot!


[COMPANY]
Just you wait...


[HAMILTON]
I am Alexander Hamilton!


[COMPANY]
Hamilton! Just you wait...


[HAMILTON]
I am not throwing away my shot!

It's just Hamilton lyrics in a Wattpad book.  Pretty simple, hilarious and (un)original. 

All rights go to Hamilton Uptown LLC and Lin-Manuel Miranda, the wonderful creator!

Consort Xian tried to suppress her emotions, but Noble Consort Qing really did not accuse her. She even felt annoyed as she never expected things to evolve out of hand.
She was merely quarreling with Noble Consort Qing as usual. They provoked her, which caused the situation to turn serious. However, honestly, she was not the one feeling wronged.
"Your Majesty, it's my fault, but…"
Before she could finish speaking, the Emperor said, "You know it's your fault too. Actually, there's no need for all these troubles. Didn't you claim that Princess Consort Xiao is an illiterate illegitimate child?"
"Princess Consort Xiao, write a few words for her. If you can't, the accusation is true."
The Emperor stopped speaking, but everyone knew that if she could write, Qian Jiujiu was truly a legitimate child of the Qian family.
Then, Consort Xian had accused her. Everyone wondered how the Emperor would punish her if so.
Soon, a eunuch brought a brush and paper over. "Princess Consort Xiao, here you go."
Qian Jiujiu stared at the items before her and asked, "Imperial father, what should I write?"
After a moment of contemplation, he replied, "Write any poem you like."
Qian Jiujiu deliberated for some time and started writing. Each stroke was clear and precise, the words she wrote were almost textbook-like.
The Emperor could not help nodding at her handwriting. Qian Jiujiu had written the Four Gentlemen Decoction recipe instead.
"Four Gentlemen Decoction is neutral and light, compared to Ginseng, Chinese root, and Chinese licorice. It can also be named the Six Gentleman. It can eliminate phlegm, and revitalizes Qi or be consumed with herbs for gastric problems."
After writing that, Qian Jiujiu placed her brush down. Meanwhile, the Emperor looked at Consort Xian and said, these are the words written in front of you, do you want her to read it aloud as well?"
From her handwriting, the Emperor knew that she was used to the brush. Hence, Qian Jiujiu truly knew how to write.
Consort Xian stared at Madam Qian menacingly and was certain that she had lied to her. "Your Majesty, I know it's my fault now."
"I will never do this again, Your Majesty."
Seeing that, the Emperor sneered. "Since you know it, it's fine. Empress, how should we handle this?"
The Empress glanced at Qian Jiujiu and said, "Since Princess Consort Xiao was slandered today, we'll make Consort Xian repay her. Furthermore, Consort Xian will be grounded for a month, so that she can copy the scripture and enhance her mind."
The Emperor nodded and looked at Qian Jiujiu, "Princess Consort Xiao, what do you think of this punishment?"
No doubt, she had no objections. "I agree with whatever the Empress suggested."
The Empress grunted satisfactorily. "Then, we can all return. I'm a bit tired now, so everyone, please leave."
The Emperor looked at her with concern, before dismissing everyone else. "Everyone else, return. I'll stay here."
The Empress seemed kind and gentle. ��Thank you for Your Majesty's concern. However, since Prince Xiao and Princess Consort Xiao is here, you should visit Sister Qing's palace and have a reunion."
"I can see that the princess consort is a great person, so go."
The Emperor answered with a frown. "Alright, have a good rest then. I'm going now."
Then, the Emperor swiftly left. Meanwhile, Qian Jiujiu already dragged Mu Yexiao and Noble Consort Qing back to Noble Consort Qing's palace.
Meanwhile, the Qian mother and daughter were escorted home. When they returned home, Qian Yuge thrashed everything in her room. When Madam Qian heard the commotion, she hurried over to check on her.
"Yuge, what's happening?"
Qian Yuge seemed to be absolutely seething. "Mother, are you really asking me why? Who's the one that said that we should visit the palace since it's Qian Jiujiu's first there and she knows nothing."
"Before everyone else, I will stand next to her. Then, everyone will realize how outstanding I am. But, today!"
"Today, I was kneeling on the ground the entire time, too scared to rise. Qian Jiujiu actually appeared before the Emperor, so everyone believes her now."
"They thought that the most talented woman in the Capital that married Prince Xiao is her. Mother, you're my real mother. But, what do we have left after that Qian Jiujiu returned?"
"My identity is lost. I'm not the most beautiful, nor the most talented woman anymore. I'm nothing, but a cousin of the Qian Manor."
Madam Qian could not believe that Qian Jiujiu could write as well. "Yuge, there is something amiss. Listen to me."
"You're my real daughter. I will surely help you. That Qian Jiujiu is very evil, I'm wondering if she is really Qian Jiujiu."
Qian Yuge sneered. "If she isn't, won't you know if we ask Concubine Wan. After all, she raised the child. She would know if she could write or not."
True! Madam Qian had a realization. Even though Qian Jiujiu had left the Qian family, Concubine Wan was still around. Since both of them were so tight-knit, they would surely know each other's secrets.
"Daughter, you're so smart. Follow me, we'll ask Concubine Wan now."
Then, both of them headed toward Concubine Wan's residence. As she could still be used to blackmail Qian Jiujiu, they still made sure she lived a decent life.
At least, she would not be harmed. Mu Xiaoye had already sent people to her residence, although they were hidden away, to protect Concubine Wan.
Since Concubine Wan was treated by Qian Jiujiu, she had amply food and clothes. She even looked much younger now. When the Qian mother and daughter arrived, they saw Concubine Wan.
Even though she worked hard throughout her life, Concubine Wan had always been very beautiful. When she was young, she was touted as the most beautiful lady in the Capital.
Even though she had no makeup on, she still retained her youthful beauty and elegance. Madam Qian always felt extremely jealous when she saw Concubine Wan.
She desperately wanted to rip her face off to scar her. When Concubine Wan raised her head, she saw Madam Qian and Qian Yuge entering.
"Madam, Eldest Young Lady, why are you here today?"
Qian Yuge was instantly enraged when she saw Concubine Wan, so she rushed forward and gave her a powerful slap. "Ah, I feel much better after venting my anger now."
Concubine Wan caressed her aching cheek. She never expected them to find troubles with her today. "Madam, Eldest Young Lady, did I do anything wrong?"
Qian Yuge hummed a song and said, "You know you're a lowly slave. What did you do wrong? Your life is a mistake! The biggest mistake is that trash Qian Jiujiu!"
"Right, Concubine Wan. Let me ask you, do you know how to write?"
Concubine Wan was taken aback. "What are you saying, how can I know how to write?"
Before she finished speaking, Qian Yuge slapped her viciously again. "How dare you lie to me. Servant, bring us a brush and paper. Write something! Otherwise, I will torture you to death today!"
Concubine Wan knew how to write, but that was many years ago. However, no one knew about it. She was really perplexed as to why they suddenly made her do this.
The servant hurriedly brought them over. "Concubine Wan, go ahead."
Concubine Wan took the brush and asked, "What do you want me to write?"
Qian Yuge replied, "Qian Jiujiu is a wh*re, Qian Jiujiu is better off dead!"
Concubine Wan would not oblige, so she put the brush down. "I really don't know how to write."
Madam Qian had been watching from the side without stopping her daughter. When Concubine Wan professed so, she came over and poured the ink all over Concubine Wan's face.
"Sc*m! How dare you say so. From the way you hold the brush, I can tell that you know how to write. Yet, you lied to me. You don't want to do it, right?"
"Servant, slap her until she writes!"
Concubine Wan looked at the Qian mother and wife with horror. One was the mother and one was the eldest young lady of the Qian family, yet they were so merciless.
When she saw them, Concubine Wan would tremble in fear. However, she would not beg for mercy. She merely lowered her head, unwilling to look at the evil mother and daughter.
Qian Yuge was displeased, so she ordered. "Slap her, slap her until she writes!"
The servant walked over and held Concubine Wand down, then slapped her viciously across her face. She even whispered, "Concubine, just do it."
"Otherwise, you'll suffer. Just write the words, it's not a big deal."
Concubine Wan was infuriated. What do you mean it's not a big deal? That's cursing my daughter. I won't do it even if I die. Hence, Concubine Wan merely shook her head in refusal.
She adamantly insisted so. The more Concubine Wan refused, the more furious Qian Yuge became. "Stop saying nonsense, slap her!"
The servant had no choice but to continue slapping her. Madam Qian merely remained silent until the end. After slapping her dozens of times, the servant stopped and looked at Madam Qian.
"Madam Qian, will something bad happens if we keep slapping her? After all, she is still useful to us."
The servant knew them very well, so she understood the reason why Concubine Wan was still alive. Hence, she reminded Madam Qian carefully.
Madam Qian merely grunted, "Enough, stop slapping her. Grab her wrists and make her write it."
Therefore, a few servants restrained her as a literate servant grabbed her wrist and started writing on the paper. "Qian Jiujiu is a who*re, Qian Jiujiu is better off dead."


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Qian Jiujiu travelled back in time and woke up on the day of her wedding. She became the love child of a minister who grew up receiving no affection from her parents. At that point of time, her parents were forcing her to marry the Emperor's favorite prince. Notwithstanding that, she showed absolutely no resentment! 

She liked wealthy men, especially the prince! 

The prince was a cripple? She loved cripples too, for they would always comply with her requests. 

Thanks to her excellent medicine skills, she managed to heal his crippled limbs. However, the prince, whom she initially hoped to rely on, turned out to be a devious man! 

And now, they will have to find out who's the winner of this game...

And here's the main thing, then re-read everything, edit it and leave the story short as the dough. For 1-2 months. then come back (if at this moment you will remember something about the novel, then try reading it from scratch. You will not like it much and delete it. But the novel will be more interesting and lively, will sparkle with new colors!

The idea is over, but in practice, you need to look!

Do not forget that in the short story the most important thing is how the characters communicate with each other! Therefore, "live dialogues" are needed!

But I have a tense relationship with them!


Dara said, "Well, that's all, nothing happens with this dialogue!"

The reader said, "phew, I don't want to read all the time that Dara said something."

Dara "Damn well, and how then to build a dialogue!"

Reader. "Learn the material part "that is, study other novels, see how the dialogue is built there!"

"Dialogue ... each author has his own way," thought the gift.

The reader "needs action to happen!"

Dara: "What the hell are you talking about!"

Reader: "This is not garbage! This is the basics of writing!"

Dara: "Well, you give bro! How can I write dialogue? Put a dash, a colon, write a tale, that, or just put my name Dara?"

Reader: "Look in yourself, look in a circle, and you will understand how to write"!

Dara: "Well, you and an eccentric! I don't understand how to write a damn ?!"

Reader: "Well, I also don't understand this well, but I don't like how your dialogues are composed, and your English is not so good!"

Dara: "Can I bite your nose off?"

Reader: "This is not civilized! No! I am against"!

Dara: "It's a pity, it's a pity! Well, I still do not understand how to write dialogs!"


And yes, this author's voice-over says, don't write big sentences! Share them! Do not get involved in the dialogue. It should not be big!

Do not forget about the choice, you should always have a choice !!! Darn! Sometimes it's better not to choose anything at all! The Chinese are right in their war strategy! But you need a choice ... you'll go straight, you'll get sides, you'll go to the left, they will deceive you and you won't give anything as always! And if you go to the right, you will have to tell the truth as it is to the big boss that he is fundamentally wrong. And he draws and blacklist and includes and takes a vow of begging, and also assigns a surveillance service.

So the Chinese method is better, do not go anywhere at all. This is also a kind of choice. As the Americans say, this is your choice and you are not the victim of your choice! (the latter they say later when the choice is made).

Reader: The author was a bad joke?

Author: and I can exclude you from the text block!

Reader: I was mistaken, you are such a fine fellow author, you are right, write what you want. But don't rule me out!

And yes, you must remember that there are many short stories, there are visual ones, there is the web, there are easy novels, and there are still classic novels.

Everywhere its subtleties, everywhere its dimensions, its rules, and exceptions to them.

Well, so far somehow!

But the question with the Jiang Magic Coin remains, for now, to finish and rewrite in the new version? or continue?

As with the text form or text block itself, with writing dialogs, how to write dialogue is more or less clear, but how it should look in the text is still a mystery ????? !!!!

Thoughts of why and why stories are written.

All the same English, he has not improved in 18 days.

I'll figure something out, try to correct the text.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.


The next day. 

Around 8:30 am in the morning, at GGDP elementary school compound. 

" Leon, over there. Let's go over there. Aah! Look Leon, there's a blue bird there. There's a blue bird! " 

Carla today, is similar to a kid who had taken the most potent energy drink in the world. Holding Leon's hand, she's trying to pull him towards the mango tree a few meters away from them. 

" Okay okay. We will go there. But can you please relax a little, Carla? Look, you're sweating all over your body now. Come here first. "

 Leon took out a face towel from his storage ring and used it to wipe away the sweat on Carla's face and neck. 

Leon never expected her to be insanely energetic like this. Just what kind of breakfast did she had today? She's hyperactive and Leon was afraid that Carla might fall on the ground and hurt herself. 

* giggles * 

" Thank you, Leon. " Carla went in front of Leon and let him wiped the sweat on her face away. After that, she looked at him with an amazed expression on her face and said, " I saw that Leon! The towel suddenly just appeared in your hands. How did you do that?? "
 
" You are just seeing things, Carla. I didn't do anything. "

" Eh? No way! Leon was baddie. Lying is bad. You promised no lying between us.. right?  " Carla pouted her lips and turned her head away. 

" Okay, okay. I'm sorry, okay? It's magic. I used magic. "

" Really?? Then teach me magic too, Leon. I want to do magic too. " Carla was looking at Leon with a hopeful expression on her face. 

Leon isn't sure how to respond to this so he just answered, " Sure. In the future. "

It's not like he didn't want to teach, Carla. But the question is, how can he teach her magic? 

Leon didn't even know a single magic trick without using his storage ring. He can only hope that he can divert this girl's attention into something else so she will stop asking him about magic for now. " Let's go Carla, we will see the bird you are talking about earlier. " 

" Oh. That's right. Let's go Leon. Let's go. The big bird is over there and not moving. " 

Carla quickly forgot the thing about magic and allowed herself to be pulled by Leon. It seems like that bird has its nest there on top of the mango tree as Leon can see piled up dried weeds and twigs on one of the tree's branches. It's a bit far though so he's not sure. 

...

The reason why both Carla and Leon were still outside their classroom at this time was because their teacher asked them to do so. Not only Leon and Carla but also their other classmates are outside roaming around the place 

Teacher Jennifer wanted to teach them about sounds today and going outside their classroom was the best way to do that. She asked them to seek for different kind of sounds around them and also to figure out the source of that sound. 

Jennifer made them pair up with each other so they can look for different sounds together. She also asked them to always stay near her so she can watch over them. 

Carla immediately grabbed Leon's hand after she heard their teacher Jennifer talked about pairing up and finding a partner. As if she's afraid that Leon will be taken away by others. 

...

" Look Leon, over there. The bird was saying something but..... it's... I can't hear it clearly. Can you hear it, Leon? " Carla asked while the two of them was staring at the bird the tree above them. 

" Hmm.. it's not clear to me either but I think it's 'tweet' and 'chirp'? What do you want me to write here, Carla? " Leon held a pencil and a pad of paper on his hand waiting for Carla's reply.

Unlike their other classmates who can only try to remember the sound they will hear, Leon and Carla can list down the sounds they will hear, along with it's source because Leon knew how to write. 

" Write the 'tweet' then, Leon. Because it sounds better for me. " answered Carla after thinking for awhile. 

" Alright, 'tweet' then. Blue bird --> tweet. " Leon wrote it on the paper he was holding.  After that, he once again looked at Carla.  " Where should we go next? "

" Hmm.. Over there. Let's go over there. " Carla pointed at the place where the construction was ongoing which made Leon not know whether to laugh or cry. 

' This girl really is daring. ' he thought to himself. 

" No, Carla. We can't go there. It's very dangerous. " answered Leon sternly. 

" Dangerous? But I can here a lot of sounds coming from that place, Leon. We can finish faster if we go there right? "  

" That's true, but it's very dangerous there, Carla. There must be plenty of sharp objects  that can hurt you. It will cut your skin and blood will start to come out from it. It's supper red and scary you know? It will al-. "

" Stop stop stop! Please stop it, Leon. Don't scare me. Moah. I don't want to go there anymore. Let's go to other place okay? " Carla waived her hands in front of her, with a teary eyes. It seems like she was really scared by Leon's words. 

" Good. Let's go to other place then. How about over there, in the canteen? " Leon pointed towards the direction of the canteen. 

 " Mn.  Let's go there, there are no scary things there right, Leon? " 

" Mn. There's none. Let's go. "

The two of them then went to the canteen together. Leon led Carla inside and saw plenty of people there eating their food. 

They are mostly the parents of the other students, having their breakfast here. Leon was confused why they will only have their breakfast now as it will be 9 am soon. Perhaps it's early lunch or something? 

" There Leon. That auntie over there is making sounds. " said Carla as she pointed her small finger to the woman that is washing the dishes.  

" Alright.  Let's go near her then. " Leon grabbed her hand and pulled Carla with him. 

* Ting * 

* Shhhh * 

* Clang *

....

Both Leon and Carla listened carefully to different kinds of sounds they can hear coming from the dishes on the sink. 

" What should we choose, Leon? There are plenty of sounds here. " Carla asked confusedly. 

" That's easy, Carla. Let's write 'shhh' for the water faucet. And 'ting' , 'clang' or something to the dishes and 'Tap Tap' for auntie's footsteps. How was that? " answered Leon, listing a fee examples for Carla.  

Carla crossed her small arms on her nonexistent chest for a few moments before she nodded her head cutely saying, " Alright Leon. Let's write that. "

Leon then began writing once again while Carla on the other hand just stared at the paper on Leon's hand. She still can't help but be amazed on how Leon learned how to write already. They are of the same age but the gap between them was huge. Carla decided that she will learn how to write as soon as possible so she can catch up to him. 

The two of them then looked for more sounds inside the canteen before finally went out to go see their teacher. They have listed plenty of sounds already and that's probably enough. No.  More than enough.

..

Teacher Jennifer who's busy watching over her other students saw Leon and Carla approaching. " You two are back, Leon, Carla? How's your journey? "  

" It's great, teacher Jennifer. Me and Leon heard plenty of sounds and also found out their sources. " Carla proudly answered as she patted her still nonexistent chest.

" Ohhh.. That's very good. Can you give me an example of a sound you and Leon heard then, Carla? " 

" Mn. Sure teacher Jennifer. We saw a blue bird over there on top of that mango tree and it's making a sounds like ' tweet ' and ' chirp ' but I told Leon to write ' tweet ' because it sounds cute. And ..and... many more. Here teacher Jennifer. " Carla handed the paper to their teacher so she can read it herself. 

" What's this? " Jennifer received the paper Carla handed her. She looked at it and saw a small list about different things and their sounds. Jennifer can't help but laugh a bit when she read the words,  [ ' Singing Uncle ' --> Thunder(kaboom) ] written on it.

 ' These two kids are quite funny. ' she thought. 

After reading the paper, teacher Jennifer nodded to both Leon and Carla. " Very good Leon, Carla. You two have listed quite a lot here. Hmm... wait,  who helped you to write all of this? " 

 " Helped us? No one helped us, teacher Jennifer. It was Leon who wrote everything on that paper. " 

" Leon? You mean... what?! " Jennifer exclaimed before looking at Leon. " Is that true Leon? Are you really... the one who made this list? You... you know how to write already? And... and in English at that?! "

Seeing her reaction, Leon scratched the back of his head before he slowly nodded. " Yes. I made that list teacher Jennifer. And yes, I know how to write. Was it really that surprising?"

Teacher Jennifer was speechless.

 ' Surprising?  No.  It's unbelievable! ' she shouted inside her mind. 

If it's just an ordinary writing, then she might not react like this but that's definitely not the case! 

Leon's penmanship was neat and there's no misspelled words in it.  How old was he? He was only 5 years old! So how can that be? 

Teacher Jennifer stared at Leon for awhile before handing the paper back to him. " Write your full name here, Leon. "  Jennifer pointed at the blank area on the paper. 

She wanted to make sure if Leon really knows how to write. 

Leon of course understood what their teacher is trying to do but he didn't care. Receiving the paper, he used the pencil on his hand to write his name on it. 

Leon P. Reyes. 

Leon neatly wrote his name on the paper which made teacher Jennifer surprised once again. 

So it's true. Leon really knew how to write?
But she wasn't satisfied yet. 

 " Write my name and Carla's." 

" Okay. " Leon replied before writing... 

Jennifer Cruz. 

Carla De Guzman. 

" Introduce yourself like what we did before but this time, write it on this paper. " 

" Okay. " Leon responded once again as he started writing on the paper. 

[ My name is Leon. Leon Reyes. I lived in Bonuan Boquig, Dagupan City Philippines. I'm 5 years old this year and I want to be the best magician in the future. ]

After writing all of that, Leon handed the paper over to the still stunned teacher Jennifer. 

" Leon... you.. I want to meet your parents tomorrow. I need to talk to them. " said teacher Jennifer after she recovered a little. 

" My parents? But my father isn't living with us, teacher Jennifer. My mom told me that he's working in a far place so he might not be able to meet you tomorrow. But my mom will come here later to picked me up so teacher Jennifer can talk to her. " 


 " I see. So that's the case. But I can't meet your mother today because I don't have time. Teacher has a meeting with the principal this afternoon. Can you tell your mother when you go home later that I want to talk to her tomorrow, Leon? " 

" Hmm... Alright. I'll tell mom later then, teacher Jennifer. 

After that, teacher Jennifer made Leon write more sentences before finally letting him go. 

O.-.0



Reincarnation, transmigration, time travel. 

A dream that most of us had once wished for, but never had a chance to actually experience. And as we grew older , this idea sounds more and more ridiculous, delusional, something that's very impossible to happen. 

Returning back to the past, being able to redo things, to be able to live your life for a second time. Those things can only happen in movies, in books, in dramas -------it's all fictional. 

But what if that wasn't the case at all? 

What if returning back to past wasn't just a mere fiction but an actual fact instead? Just how awesome can that be??

This is a story of a college student whom by some means unknown, had returned back to his childhood.

He didn't die, he wasn't cornered or forced to jump on a cliff, no truck-kun intervention!! 

He simply wished for it randomly and it just happened. 

Let's see how a 20 years old man live his life for the second time. What decisions he'll make, what plans he'll concocts and what in hell was that voice speaking inside his head??

This is a story of action, adventure, romance and everyday life. 

A/N:

The mc will start at five years old and will slowly grew up as the story progresses. The pacing of the story will be quite slow at the start to give time on building a solid foundation for the characters. For those who don't want this kind of thing then this novel probably wasn't for you. 

The cover photo wasn't mine. I got it from the internet. If you are the owner and want me to take it off then feel free to message me. 

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12/06/2020 ~ Queeneth & Sire's love story 

     You might think that she is a bit naive
When she says that someday, she'll be your queen 
~ Dreamer Girl by Asa.

"So what do you have in mind?" I asked Sire eagerly.

"Can you come to the front seat of the car? I have something to show you." He asked. I removed his laptop from my lap and placed it gently by the side.  I opened the door to my side and went out of it, shutting it firmly behind me. Then I walked to the side of the front seat's door, opened it and hopped onto it's seat, shutting the door. I was seated next to Sire now. 

I know I could have simply just slide over to the front seat without having to do all of that but it was awkward having my butt in someone's face. Besides, I had tried it once when I was sixteen and I farted in the process. Worse off, I farted on my dad's face and it stunk badly. It was embarrassing. 

Sire said nothing though. He just let me do what I wanted to do or rather still, he was uninterested since what he had to tell me was more important. Then he brought out his iPad and swiped through some pictures in his gallery till he got to a particular picture and then stopped. Then he showed it to me. 

I stretched a little further so I could be closer to him and to enhance my ability to see the picture. It was a picture consisting of a sheet of paper and a quill and a few scribblings on the paper. Then there was a bold writing by the side, which read; 

Writing contest for High school Students. Winner of the contest gets a free trip to France. You must be between the age sixteen and nineteen to be able to participate in this contest. 
Deadline: 26th of July, 2020 
Visit: elixirwritingcontest@gmail.com to register for the contest and to enquire for more information. 

"How am I even supposed to participate in a writing contest when I can't even update my story during the week? Besides do you think  parents would even let me go to France by myself?" 

"Worry about France later and start thinking of what you can possibly write that would help you win the contest. How you are going to participate in the contest should not even be your problem right now because I would help you with that. You have me. Don't forget that. You just think of a short story you can write that would help you win the contest." He assured. 

But he had no idea, how long it always took me to come with something to even write. That would involve a lot of thinking. 

"So what would happen to the current story I am updating?" 

"You can make the story a meta fiction. You can write about your life story and about your characters at the same time. You can easily make it a two in one story." 

"Easily? So what do you want me to write about myself? My life isn't even all that interesting. Shall I just formulate some sappy romance story for myself involving some hot jerk of a guy? Look, this does not even look too possible." I huffed, uneasy and uncertain about everything. 

It looked difficult. 

"Calm down Queeneth." He tolled his eyes because It was clear that he could not help it. We were both frustrated. You just can not start concluding that it would not work when you have not even started." 

I took a deep breath and heaved a sigh. He was looking at me with some kind of resolution in his eyes; like he was hell bent on convincing me yet pissed off at the same time that I was not buying it. He clenched and unclenched his jaws and did the same for this fists to as he groped the steering wheel in one hand. 

"You don't have to give your self that kind of stupid storyline. You can simply write your autobiography. How about your legs? Huh? Write about them. Can't you? I've known you for a while now and I know you are not shy or insecure about sharing your story because you have bene doing just that on your Instagram posts for a while. You can simply just write about your legs and inspire people who have bodily defects of any kind. You have been inspiring people in your own way for so long and you have dealt with your situation in the best way. 

You can write about how your peculiarity has helped you attain even more confidence rather diminishing it and besides many people do not  even know what Blount's Disease is neither do they know what it feels like to be in that situation or how to deal with it. You writing about it in your story would be you creating awareness in all of it's spheres. Imagine teaching the whole world what only you or a few people know about? I know it's easy for them to google what Blount's disease is but at the end of the day, they would never know much about it until someone who has been through it, narrates to the world what it is like. You can peacefully create the perfect picture and take your readers on a dive into your world and tell it in your own authentic way. No one else would be able to tell your story like you can tell it. This would not only make you win the contest, it would gain worldly recognition. Pick your pen and educate the world in your own way babe." 

"Hmm." I let out a breathe I did not know I had been stifling. "This is a lot and this would take a lot of time and speed would be needed no matter what?" I concluded. 

"Do not worry babe. We have about a month left to the deadline. You just do the writing. If you are still worried about the current story you're updating, we can do it together. You can write your story outline on a notepad and how you want it to be written on Wattpad when it's being posted and I would do the typing for you. Bring the notepad along with you when we meet next Saturday and write a part of your story too so you can update it on my laptop for Saturday. I would do the posting of your story on Sunday. You just give me the notepad and I would type it exactly as you've drafted it. Then I would give you your notepad the following week and we can continue the routine. I would handle your story while you handle your autobiography. We can do this babe." 

"Why do you want me to chip in my autobiography into my story though? I mean, I just wanna know."

"You know, this is more than just posting your story on a website for judgement so you can win a contest. That is temporary. I want it to be permanent. It is your story babe and the world has to know about it. I want it to be published. The whole world might not get to read the work of whoever won a popular contest or even if they do, it might just end up as a news that would trend for some time and then it dies down but the whole world can have an access to a book forever and if it's in a book, it stays forever and ever. Besides I know for sure that your daddy would be proud of you. You might not like him now because he's not letting you do what you want and he thinks you would have to succumb to his wishes at the end of the day but you can fight babe and you can fight in your own way. There's no way he would not be proud of you and eventually let you go for what you want." 

"You know we meet every fortnight. How would I possibly come to see you next week?" I asked and then I got the answer in my head as soon as I had asked. I snapped my fingers in the air ecstatically. "I can just lie to my parents about my legs. I haven't had leg pains in a while so if I wince now and tell them I was going through a crisis, they would believe me and would want me to come and visit your dad every week. I mean it's pretty easy to tell my mum, "mummy I can't sweep today because my leg is hurting me. It's seriously paining me." " 

We progressed into a session of hearty, long laughter, hitting each other's chests euphorically which made me wonder why we were laughing so much but it did feel warm to laugh so much, speaking of the part tension that was existent between us a few moments ago. 

"It must be a real pleasure. Hmm. That sounds like a plan that would work really well!" Sire added after the long session of laughter. 

"Thank you, Sire. For all that you do for me. I mean, I did not even think of this. Just thought I could change the lives of people around me and do my thing in my own small way but I guess it's time to pick up my pen, huh?"

"All you just need is to stop doubting babe and do your thing because I'm here for you and I ain't complaining." 

He reached out for my hands and he took mine in his, squeezing it affectionately. It surprisingly made zaps of electricity course through my entire body which I had never felt before. 

He held my hand reassuringly and smiled at me, the ray of hope in his eyes was contagious, like a flame on a candle; it lit up my dead wax and gave me a course to believe that now was all I had and all I had to do was think of just one single reason why it was possible for me to participate in the writing contest amidst ninety reasons why it was not possible. 

And that one reason was him. He was all I had and All I could ever need. 

As the sun was setting  on the edge of river in a seeming, fleeting iridescence of pinkish, red and orange colors, the natural hue bliss shone on Sire's face, his brown eyes glistening so beautifully as he stared at me, I could feel my soul beam. I bit my lip slightly from the tingling excitement I had been feeling. 

I made a decision to record every single moment, everything about Sire and how much of an amazing person he was, this moment where we had made a crucial decision of our lives. I was going to write about all of it in it's authentic occurrence as a part of my novel and as a marking of the beginning of my autobiography. 

That was the least I could do, for a person who clearly loved me ethereally enough to make me risk so much and was willing to risk a lot for me as well. His love took me out of my comfort zone just so I could be the best version of myself. 

He came closer to me now and placed a soft kiss on my plump lips. The sunset created a sinewy shadow on his face as he stared at me, still smiling radiantly. It was golden. It made me melt. He pulled back, still holding my hand in his. It was the first time I had ever been kissed by any one yet it was not as stupid or as embarrassing as I always imagined it to be. It was blissful; it was like the sealing of a covenant; a sign to mark the beginning of a radical change; the alpha of our stories. 

I promise to write and make the best out of my story, even if it was for this cause alone.

"I'm coming for you. No matter how far you think you can run, I can assure you that you can't hide and I'm closer to you than you think." 

Cassandra receives this letter from her mailbox. She has been receiving these threats on a regular basis and her entire life is at stake. The tragedy of her life puts not only her, but her husband, Mustafa on the edge as well as Sandra is curious as to who is planning to put her in bondage again. 

Who could want to put her in captivity? Could it be her ex boyfriend, Dan? No. A lot of things that would rather remain forgotten had already transpired between them so there was no way on earth that he would want her. Could it be the loan shark that enslaved her when she was nine? Or could it be her mother placing yet another stupid and risky gamble over her life?

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Queeneth, The author of the salacious series, Our side of the dice has been made to write her story in hiding all through the years simply because her parents want her to study law rather than follow her passion. An opportunity finds it's way to Queeneth through her lover, Sire who has been helping her write her story successfully. Queeneth has a chance to participate in a contest that could change the course of her life for good if she wins it and she has all it takes to win. But with her parents standing in the way, would she be able to follow her dreams regardless of it all?

I know that my plan of punishing Greg could take me a while to plan it all. That's why I go to bed and I start taking notes in my phone what to do. The first step of punishing Greg is that we finish dealing with company we will come to hotel.
Second I will start seducing him while changing in front of him. ' hmmm it could be good but what to do later' I said to myself while looking what Greg is doing. Looking at him I could suppose that seeing my breast couldn't be enough to turn him on remembering that his wallpaper is my photo.
'oh fuck what to do ' I said to myself while looking at screen of my phone don't knowing what to write more in that point. 
Then message pop up. It's from Megan 'how your day with your love pass today'
'oh not bad but I'm thinking now' I answered to her 
'about what?' Megan write and then message from Mei show up 'ye tell us now fast'
'wait now its 13 there why you don't work' 
'break in shots' Megan write 
' day off' Mei answered
'oh that's nice for both of you' 
'yep now tell us what about what you think' Megan write
'how to punish Greg from breaking rules I make while coming here. But I have idea about what to do'
'oh said us what punishment you will make to him'
'that he couldn't calm down'
'oh its good and easy for you just show him what mother nature give you' 
'it could not work I make a little session to his phone. I just couldn't stand that he have other girls there' i write to them
'oh you naughty girl I don't know that side of you' Megan write
'it jealous meg' Mei write to her
'truth but you could make him season of striptis and said to him to not move or start doing you know what while making it. You will have pleasure and he will be punished while looking at you but remember one think he can't touch himself'
'oh its good idea meg' Mei write 
'oh thanks for suggestion I will think for myself and your idea is to extreme meg' I write to them but thinking what they write it could help. after short thought I comeback to writing what I will do to him.
'oh so second point it could work' I said to myself. 
Then I start writing third 'tie up and I could dance for him' 
'hmmmm it could work' I said to myself and I start making plan in my head how I could make it all but always it could not work in 100% but still I will make him suffer. while thinking about it I fall asleep. 
I start dreaming about how I making Greg suffer but later I help him and he then said to me "I love you". before I could answer him I was wake up by real Greg not that from my dream. looking at me he said "go take shower and go back to sleep its 22" 
Hearing him I take off my clothes in front of him and I go  to take shower I just don't care if he see all or nope I'm just to sleepy and I could later forget to take some. 
After shower I comeback and I go back to bed. while thinking what have I done I become red knowing that he could see all and my plan could go to sand. 'what have I done' I said to myself. 
Then I saw Greg that he coming to bed. I just don't wanted to face him yet so I turn myself to show him my back. 
Seeing me he said only "goodnight" and turn off lights after few seconds I could hear his snoring. Then I could turn myself to him and hug him to fall asleep and one again dream about our last night here.

Greg moved to America after his heart had been broken by his only girlfriend. 
He had the option to work from home (as an anonymous streamer) but all he did was reminisce about his first and only love that had been with him for only a short while.

The day before an interview to TBC Company, he saw an accident and not thinking Greg rushed to the scene to save any survivors. 

That’s when he saw an Sophia walk out of the car and faint. Since his phone was dead he couldn’t call an ambulance but he could at least offer mouth to mouth resuscitation. He didn't know that he took her first kiss and she inadvertently fell in love with him.

Will Sophia repair his broken heart and restore his faith in love? Join the roller-coaster.
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Chapter 13 : Little adventure. 

The next day. 

Around 8:30 am in the morning, at GGDP elementary school compound. 


" Leon, over there. Let's go over there. Aah! Look leon, there's a blue bird there. There's a blue bird! " 

Carla today, is similar to an kid who had taken the most potent energy drink in the world. Holding Leon's hand, she's trying to pull him towards the mango tree a few meters away from them. 

" Okay okay. We will go there. But can you please relax a little, Carla? Look, you're sweating all over your body now. Come here first. "

 Leon took out a face towel from his storage ring and used it to wipe away the sweat on Carla's face and neck. 

Leon never expected Carla to be insanely energetic like this. Just what kind of breakfast did she had today? She's hyperactive and Leon is quite afraid that she might fall on the ground and hurt herself. 

* giggles * 

" Thank you, Leon. " Carla went in front of Leon and let him wiped the sweat on her face away. After that, she looked at him with an amazed expression on her face and said, " I saw that Leon! The towel suddenly just appeared in your hands. How did you do that?? "
 
" You are just seeing things, Carla. I didn't do anything. "

" Eh? No way! Leon baddie. Lying is bad. You promised no lying between us.. " Carla pouted her lips and turned her head away. 

" Okay, okay. I'm sorry, okay? It's magic. I used magic. "


" Then teach me magic too, Leon. I want to do magic too. " said Carla as she looked at Leon with a hopeful expression on her face. 

Leon isn't sure how to respond to this so he just answered, " Sure. In the future. "

It's not like he didn't want to teach Carla. The question is, how can he teach her magic? Leon didn't even know a single magic trick without using his storage ring. He can only hope that he can divert this girl's attention into something else so she will stop asking him about magic for now. " Let's go Carla, we will see the bird you are talking about earlier. " 

" Oh. That's right. Let's go Leon. Let's go. The big bird is over there and not moving. " Carla quickly forgot the thimg about magic and allowed herself to be pulled by Leon. It seems like that bird has its nest there on top of the mango tree as Leon can see piled upbdried weed twigs on one of the tree's branches. It's a bit far though so he's not sure. 

...

The reason why both Carla and Leon were still outside their classroom at this time is because their teacher asked them to do so. Not only Leon and Carla but also their other classmates are outside roaming around the place 

Teacher Jennifer wanted to teach them about sounds today and going outside their classroom was the best way to do that. She asked them to seek for different kind of sounds around them and also to find out the source of that sound. 

Teacher Jennifer made them pair up with each other so they can look for different sounds together. She also asked them to always stay near her so she can watch over them. 

Carla immediately grabbed Leon's hand after she heard their teacher Jennifer talked about pairing up, finding a partner as if she's afraid that Leon will be taken away by others. 

...

" Look Leon,ovee there. It's saying something but..... it's... I can't hear it clearly. Can you hear it Leon? " Carla asked while the two of them stares at the bird on top of the tree above them. 

" Hmm.. it's not clear but I think it's 'tweet' and 'chirp'? What do you want me to write here Carla? " Leon held a pencil and a pad of paper on his hand waiting for Carla's reply.

Unlike their other classmates who can only try to remember the sound they will hear, Leon and Carla can list down the sounds they will hear, along with it's source because Leon knew how to write. 

" Write the 'tweet' then, Leon because it sounds better for me. " answered Carla after thinking for awhile. 

" Alright, 'tweet' then. Blue bird --> tweet. " said Leon as he wrote it in the paper on his hand. After that, he once again looked at Carla and asked, " Where should we go next? "

" Over there. Let's go over there. " Carla pointed at the place where the construction was ongoing which made Leon not know whether to laugh or cry. 

' This girl really is daring. ' he thought to himself. 

" No, Carla. We can't go there. It's very dangerous. " answered Leon sternly. 

" Dangerous? But I can here a lot of sounds coming from that place, Leon. We can finish faster if we go there right? "  

" That's true but it's very dangerous there, Carla. There must be plenty of sharp objects  that can hurt you. It will cut your skin and blood will start to come out from it. It's supper red and scary you know? It will al-. "

" Stop stop stop! Please stop it Leon. Don't scare me. I don't want to go there anymore. Let's go to other place okay? " Carla waived her hands in front of her, with a teary eyes. It seems like she was really scared by Leon's words. 

" Good. Let's go to other place then. How about over there, in the canteen? " Leon pointed towards the direction of the canteen. 

Carla looked at the direction Leon was pointing at and saw that some of her classmates are also there playing around the place. "Mn.  Let's go there, there are no scary things there right, Leon? " 

" There's none. Let's go. "

The two of them then went to the canteen together. Leon led Carla inside and saw plenty of people there eating their food. They are mostly parents of the other students having their breakfast here. Leon was confused why they will only have their breakfast now as it will be 9 am soon. Perhaps it's early lunch or something? 

" There Leon. That auntie over there is making sounds. " said Carla as she pointed her small finger to the woman that is washing the dishes.  

" Alright.  Let's go near her then. " Leon grabbed her hand and pulled Carla with him. 

* Ting * 

* Shhhh * 

* Clang *

....

Both Leon and Carla listened carefully to different kinds of sounds they can hear coming from the dishes on the sink. 

" What should we choose Leon? There's plenty of sounds here. " Carla asked confusedly. 

" That's easy, Carla. Let's write 'shhh' for the water faucet. And 'ting' , 'clang' or something to the dishes and 'Tap Tap' for auntie's footsteps. How was that? " answered Leon, listing a fee examples for Carla.  

Carla crossed her small arms on her nonexistent chest for a few moments before she nodded her head cutely saying, " Alright Leon. Let's write that. "

Leon then began writing once again while Carla on the other hand just stared at the paper on Leon's hand. She still can't help but be amazed on how Leon knew how to write already. They are of the same age but the gap between them is huge. Carla decided that she will learn how to write as soon as possible so she can catch up to him. 

The two of them then looked for more sounds inside the canteen before finally going out to go see their teacher. They have listed plenty of sounds so already and that's probably enough. No.  More than enough.

..

Teacher Jennifer who's busy watching over her other students saw Leon and Carla approaching so she said, " You two are back, Leon, Carla? How's your journey? "  she said playfully. 

" It's great, teacher Jennifer. Me and Leon heard plenty of sounds and also found out their sources. " Carla proudly answered as she patted her still nonexistent chest.

" Ohhh.. That's good. Can you give me an example of a sound you and Leon heard then, Carla? " 

" Mn. Sure teacher, Jennifer. We saw a blue bird over there on top of that mango tree and it's making a sounds like ' tweet ' and ' chirp ' but I told Leon to write ' tweet ' because it sounds cute. And ..and... many more. Here teacher Jennifer. " Carla handed the paper to their teacher so she can read it herself. 

" What's this? " asked teacher Jennifer receiving the paper Carla handed her. She then looked at it and saw a small list about different things and their sounds. Teacher Jennifer can't help but laugh a bit when she read the words,  [ ' Singing Uncle ' --> Thunder(kaboom) ] written in it.

 ' These two kids are quite funny. ' she thought. 

After reading the paper, teacher Jennifer nodded to both Leon and Carla. " Very good Leon, Carla. You two have listed quite a lot here. Hmm... wait,  who helped you to write all of this? " 

Hearing their their teacher Jennifer said that, Carla showed a confused expression. " Helped us? No one helped us, teacher Jennifer. It's Leon who wrote everything on that paper. " 

" Leon? You mean... what?! " exclaimed teacher Jennifer before looking at Leon. " Is that true Leon? Are you really... the one who made this list? You... you know how to write already? And... and in English at that?! "

Seeing her reaction, Leon scratched the back of his head before he nodded and said, " Yes. I made that list teacher Jennifer. And yes,  I know how to write. Is it really that surprising?"

Teacher Jennifer was speechless.

 ' Surprising?  No.  It's unbelievable! ' she shouted inside her mind. 

If it's just an ordinary writing, then she might not react like this but it's definitely not the case! 

Leon's penmanship was neat and there's no misspelled words in it.  How old was he? He was only 5 years old! So how can that be? 

Teacher Jennifer stared at Leon for awhile before handing the paper back to him and said, " Write your full name here, Leon. "  Jennifer pointed at the blank area on the paper. 

She wanted to make sure if Leon really knows how to write. 

Leon of course understand what their teacher is trying to do but he didn't care. Receiving the paper, he used the pencil on his hand to write his name on it. 

Leon P.  Reyes. 

Leon neatly wrote his name on the paper which made teacher Jennifer surprised once again. So it's true. Leon really knew how to write. 

 " Write my name and Carla's." 

" Okay. " Leon replied before writing... 

Jennifer Cruz. 

Carla De Guzman. 

" Introduce yourself like what we did before but this time, write it on this paper. " 

" Okay. " Leon responded once again as he started writing on the paper. 

[ My name is Leon. Leon Reyes. I lived in Bonuan Boquig, Dagupan City Philippines. I'm 5 years old this year and I want to be the best magician in the future. ]

After writing all of that, Leon handed the paper over to the still stunned teacher Jennifer. 

" Leon... you.. I want to meet your parents tomorrow. I need to talk to them. " said teacher Jennifer after she recovered a bit. 

" My parents? But my father isn't living with us, teacher Jennifer. My mom said that he's working in a far place so he might not be able to meet you tomorrow. But my mom will come here later to picked me up so teacher Jennifer can talk to her. " 


 " I see. So that's the case. But I can't meet your mother today because I don't have time. Teacher has a meeting with the principal this afternoon. Can you tell your mother when you go home later that I want to talk to her tomorrow, Leon? " 

" Hmm... Alright. I'll tell mom later, teacher Jennifer. 

After that, teacher Jennifer made Leon write more sentences before finally letting him go. 

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A university student returned to his childhood without knowing how or why it even happened. 

If Truck-kun isn't the one who pulled strings here, then who? 

What will he do and how can his return affect the world he's in? 


Reincarnation + storage ring ( one mile space inside ) + a System. 

What more can he asked for?! 

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This story is mostly Slice of Life and will mostly focused on our MC's everyday life especially the Volume 1.

The Cover photo wasn't mine. I just downloaded it from the internet. If you owned the photo and you don't like it to be here then please contact me so I can change it.

Warning : 

Leon is a High Human and will become VERY OVERPOWERED when he grow up. 




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