Qin Baichuan and Lin Tianxiong's body started to tremble. Their eyes were filled with tears.
They both thought of the Warriors on the battlefield.
Every year, many Warriors would sacrifice themselves. They were still young, with family and loved ones. They too, had many things they missed, but they still chose to make the sacrifice.
'That's right. Who wants to be Superman? I just want to embrace my lover, but even that one small wish is too much.'
At the same time, their countrymen and the foreigners were listening as well.
Marvel was widely known and the listeners naturally knew who Spiderman, Ironman, and the likes were. They quickly immersed themselves into the song and felt moved by the emotions.
The song continued.
"I've been reading books of old,
"The legends and the myths,
"The testaments they told,
"The moon and its eclipse,
"And Superman unrolls,
"A suit before he lifts,
"But I'm not the kind of person that it fits.
"..."
Helpless and sorrowful.
Everyone had tears in their eyes.
Every country had its own legends about Superman and other heroes. However, they all had similar endings. Superman and those heroes would eventually die fighting!
'Everyone was jealous of those abilities and had the will to fight, but...I did not…I just wanted a simple and happy life.'
"Just something I can turn to,
"Somebody I can kiss.
"I want something just like this.
"Oh I want something just like this.
"Oh I want something just like this.
"Oh I want something just like this."
The song came to an end.
Everyone felt like they wanted more. They felt a rush from deep within their souls and were stuck in a daze for some time.
"This kid...is he singing it for those people?" Qin Baichuan wiped the tear from his eyes as he lamented.
Lin Tianxiong looked at his crippled left hand. "That's what I want too, but...I can't!"
"So many Warriors died with regrets. This song conveys all that!" Qin Baichuan stood up. "I will go to the Warrior's Department and have everyone listen to this song."
…
International music industry…
"This song...it's incredible!"
"Is this really the work of a Chinese? It's crazy good!"
"Scary. This Chinese person is too terrifying!"
"Masterpiece! It's really a masterpiece! It's undeniable."
"This is unbelievable!"
Chinese music industry…
"Wow, Singer Y didn't let us down. It's amazing!"
"That's right. Hahaha, this time the international music industry will be dumbstruck for sure."
"Sigh, Singer Y's song really leaves us in the dust. We're already used to it. Fortunately for us, it's an English song this time."
"We'll never dare to release a song on the same day with Singer Y anyways. It's too scary."
"Who would dare to? Singer Y gave us so much pressure. He's finally bringing the trouble to the international scene now."
…
On the international sites…
[Wonderful. Singer Y's song is just too good!]
[Previous post, is that for real? Is it really that good?]
[It's really amazing. I suggest you guys go give it a listen. I'm f*cking crying after listening to it.]
[I'm in tears too, sob sob sob. I'm playing it on repeat.]
[Damn, this song hits me right in the feels.]
[I just love superhero movies, especially those with a sad ending. The moment I heard this, I've been bawling like a baby.]
[There's Ironman, Spiderman, and Superman. Damn, how did a Chinese person write such a song? It's making me sh*t bricks.]
[It's so wonderfully written. What a talented person. Would such a person need to plagiarize?]
[I originally planned to ignore this song because of the talk about plagiarism. Luckily I decided to listen to it in the end. I almost missed a gem.]
…
China's Weibo…
[Ahhh, it's so good! This is such a slap in the face!]
[I knew it! I knew it! Anything from Singer Y will be a masterpiece!]
[Damn it, can you imagine this? Singer Y can mass produce English songs as well.]
[Is this what talent looks like? What terrifying talent he has.]
[Even an English song can make me cry. Unbelievable!]
[Hahaha, I'm gonna jump the firewall just to one up those foreigners!]
[Me too! Especially at that dumb*ss named Dani. How dare he accuse our Singer Y of plagiarism. He should take a good look at himself.]
[There are so many foreigners, yet their songs are no match for us Chinese people. Hahaha, what a joke.]
[I need to brag and mock them. Don't stop me…]
…
At the recording studio, Dani and George were listening to Ye Lingchen's song. Their expression stiffened up and was replaced by a look of horror.
Dani was having cold sweat drip down from his forehead. He said through gritted teeth, "Impossible. How can this be? How can he write such a song?!"
"That's just crazy. This guy is monstrous. He only had a week's time. How did he write such a song?" George was muttering with the blood drained from his face.
In order to stand out with this new song, they put in way too much effort. Just the production of that song took them half a year's time!
However, their provocations at Ye Lingchen and challenge was only just a week ago. He would have no time to make any preparations, but how was he able to write a song of this level?
Most importantly, he was a Chinese!
'F*ck! This can't be true!'
Dani was sweating bullets and trembling in fear. He shakily turned on the website. Lo and behold, his Weibo was a complete dumpster fire. Below it were countless disparaging comments from Chinese and people from his own country.
At that moment, the truth was out. Ye Lingchen's strength was leagues beyond Dani. Dani's claim of Ye Lingchen plagiarizing his work was no different than the person placing last claiming the first in the class copying his work.
[How shameless. What's the point of plagiarizing?!]
[I've never seen someone so shameless before!]
[Dani, you're the embarrassment of our country! I'm joining the haters now! Disgusting!]
[F*ck, you've brought shame to our country! F*ck you!]
[I used to believe you and sincerely thought someone plagiarized your work. I've even supported you. Sigh, what a slap to my face.]
[We've misunderstood Singer Y.]
[Hahaha, foreign friends, aren't you surprised? Do you understand the strength that China has now?]
[Singer Y is the top dog of our Chinese music industry. No matter it being English or Chinese songs, he's the best. Are you shaking in fear now? Hahaha…]
…
The comments were filled with disparaging remarks. Dani's heart grew restless and hopeless as he continued reading the comments.Even the comments about his song were filled with insults. A lot of viewers went from liking it to loathing it!
'Gone...I'm done for. This stain will be sufficient to get me banned. Even if I can avoid a ban, my reputation is in ruins.'
"W-w-what should we do?" Dani looked at George, trembling.
A ruthless look flashed in George's eyes. "Do you really think this song is written by a Chinese? On what grounds can they write an English song? I don't care if it's authentic or not, we will claim that it's faked!"
…


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

The moment i remember, that i cant forget
There's a of feelings inside that I've ever met
When you came into my life changed all of things
Like a light in my darkness that no one can bring
Everytime i see you walking around my heart beats fast
And at the back of my mind, i think this will be the last, 
Because, the first time i fell in love was long ago
I didnt know how to feel my love at all
But the next the time i settled for what felt so close
And without romance you'll never gonna fall
After everything I've learned, now it's finally my turn, 
This is the last time I'll fall in love.

Then, everyday I'm always wondering and keep asking my self   
How can i reach you? , because i want you to feel that you are special. I want to treat you as a princess, and later on you'll be my queen, and the big question is, where do i start?.

Do i have to just walk and just ask you, how are you?
Do i have to sit beside you without knowing my name?
Or should i have to sing a song just for you to hear me, without talking to you directly. Then i slapped my face and laugh "hahaha" i think serenade is the best idea that I've ever think.
The next day i write a song. But im not good in brain storming, because I'm a weak person. My family hates me, they always say, I'm a black sheep in our family, I'm useless, I'm a trash, a coward, a shit person. A man can't stand alone. But I don't know what happen because all of a sudden, when I'm struggling in writing a poem or something that i can use to make a song. I felt the eagerness the comfort, and the pain was replaced by love. And i started to write and write until I'm almost done. I was so inspired at that moment. I can't believe that i can write a song or a poem. You bring out the best in me. And from now on i realized that the love will set you free.

Blast the door open?
Have criminals become so bold nowadays? Anyway, did I carelessly post some death-seeking content online as of late, and have these people come to check my water meter for that reason?
Impossible! I'm a good citizen that abides by the law, and I've never written on the Internet anything about sensitive stuff. The only thing I did was to give one-star reviews to every movie to relieve my boredom!
Just as he was in deep thought, the door of his house was gently pushed open.
The young man lived in a very simple apartment: one bedroom, one bathroom, one living room, and no kitchen. The living room was where he would usually play games, and it directly faced the entrance.
Anyway, the door of the house wasn't really blasted open. Instead, it looked as if an invisible hand had twisted the door lock open, finally opening the door. The scene was really frightening.
Next, two tall men entered the house.
One of two wore a smile on his face, giving off an aura of kindness. At first sight, he seemed someone trustworthy.
The other one seemed to be in a bad mood—he was obviously the person that threatened to blast the door open earlier.
"Who are you? Don't come closer! Otherwise, I'll report you to the police!" the young man said, frightened.
"Little brother, no need to be this nervous. We don't have bad intentions." After pondering for a moment, the man with the smiling face said, "Do you want money?"
They don't have bad intentions, but still forcefully barged into my house? The young man immediately thought of those frightening scenes he had seen only in movies. For example, foreign organizations grabbing ordinary people and forcing them to hide drugs in their butts and stomach to transport it somewhere.
"Of course, I like money. However, I won't do anything that goes against the law. Therefore, you'd better give up!" While speaking, the young man had already started dialing the number of the police.
"There is no point in using that phone. I've already blocked the signal in this area," the man that seemed to be in a bad mood said.
The heartbeat of the young man couldn't help but speed up. He was done for!
The man with the smiling face said, "You don't need to worry. We really have no bad intentions. Little brother, recently, did you write a review about the villain of the movie ❮Apocalypse War❯?"
"F*ck, did you track me down due to that negative review?" The young man wondered if the world had gone crazy.
It was just an ordinary one-star negative review! And he didn't even go that overboard... and yet, these people still bothered to come over to his place and forcefully barge inside?
Wasn't this a little bit too crazy?
"Little brother, you are misinterpreting my words. We haven't come here to give you a hard time," the man with the smiling face said. "How can I say it... that one-star review of yours made my senior brother very happy, and he asked me to find you to give you a hand. After a little investigation, I discovered that your financial situation doesn't look too good as of late, am I right?"
The young man didn't reply.
"It seems I am right. Here, take it. This is the reward my senior brother prepared for you. No need to stand on ceremony, just take it." The man with the smiling face passed him a big red envelope.
Given its thickness, if there was really money inside, the amount was fairly high.
"In addition, if you liked the reward, you can seize this opportunity and leave some other reviews related to 'Evil General Mingyue' online. It doesn't matter if it's a positive five-star review or a negative one; as long as you make a detailed post about Evil General Mingyue's character, you'll be able to obtain more rewards such as this," the man with the smiling face said.
The young man cautiously opened the red envelope and took a look inside. There was really money inside, and at least 10,000 RMB at that! He raised his head again, looking at the man with the smiling face.
Were these guys really sane?
It didn't matter if it was a positive five-star review or a negative one-star review... as long as it was a detailed review about 'Evil General Mingyue', they would give him this kind of reward?
Were they crazy?
Or perhaps he was unable to understand the mind of rich people?
"Do a good job. I'll keep an eye on you," the man that wore a smile on his face said.
After saying this much, he waved his hand and casually left.
After the man that wore a smile on his face left, the other man, the one that seemed to be in a bad mood, lowered his voice and said, "Remember, write a proper review. In addition, only write about Evil General Mingyue's character, you don't need to write about anything else. It doesn't matter if your opinion is positive or negative, the review must be well-written and unique. We'll be back tomorrow to check this review of yours."
The young man was frightened. According to what the man with the smiling face said, he should seize this opportunity and quickly write another review about the movie if he wanted another similar reward. But this man that seemed in a bad mood directly threatened him. He said that he had to write a well-written review by tonight, and they would be back tomorrow to check it!
The young man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked, "How long does this review have to be?"
"I almost forgot to tell you about the character limit. Anyway, at least 10,000 characters, alright? If you write less than this, you'll have to bear the consequences," the man that seemed to be in a bad mood said coldly.
After saying this much, he, too, swaggered off and left the house.
After a while, the young man pinched his face and looked at the red enveloped full of cash on the table.
Shiet... it wasn't a dream.
A 10,000-character-long review about Evil General Mingyue... wasn't this the same as asking for his poor life?
Just how many times had that villain appeared in the trailer, or in those stage pictures attached to the list of the actors? He had already criticized everything there was to criticize! What could he possibly write about now?
How was he supposed to write a 10,000-character-long essay based on this little information?!
He was suddenly reminded of his days in elementary school. There, they would give an assignment where one had to look at one or two strange pictures and then write an essay about it. That stuff was simply crazy!
Still, he felt that something very scary was going to happen if he didn't write the review... but from where should he start writing? Should he start from the facial features or look in the eye of this Evil General Mingyue?
For example, he could write that from Evil General Mingyue's pair of bright eyes, he could infer that Mingyue also had feelings albeit being a big villain... or something of the sort?
No, that was the same as asking for his life! He was specialized in writing one-star negative reviews, and not in writing novels! He simply didn't have what it took to write something of the sort!
The young man was very worried.
❄️❄️❄️
In the meantime, Venerable White had brought Song Shuhang and Su Clan's Sixteen out of the ancestral land of the Limitless Demon Sect.
The trio didn't immediately return to True Monarch Yellow Mountain's movie company.
Venerable White brought Song Shuhang and Su Clan's Sixteen along and went to hide the Jade Lake Realm in a secret place first.
The Jade Lake Realm was a place that the three of them had discovered together. Therefore, Venerable White made it so that Song Shuhang and Su Clan's Sixteen would also have the authority to enter the Jade Lake Realm at any time.
In addition, Venerable White had finished assessing the 'mana-restoring lotus flower' that the nucleus in Song Shuhang's body had projected out. After all, they had come to trouble the Limitless Demon Sect mainly because they wanted to test how good the 'mana-restoring lotus flower' was.
In the end, the mana restoring effects of the sealed lotus flower turned out to be even better than what Venerable White had expected.
Even in an environment where medicinal pills and spirit stones were useless, the lotus flower wasn't affected, and the speed at which it was restoring energy was as amazing as before.
Although those 50,000 spirit stones were converted into this 'mana-restoring lotus flower' that contained a quantity of energy comparable to only 20,000 spirit stones, it had been completely worth it!
To sum things up, this 'mana-restoring lotus flower' was able to restore one's spiritual energy at an extremely fast pace; there were no impurities in the restored spiritual energy, no side effects, no cooldowns. In addition, it wasn't affected by special environments that limited the usage of medicinal pills and spirit stones.
When all these properties were added together, its worth could easily increase by eight times, and this was only the most conservative evaluation. After all, at a critical moment, this gadget could be used to preserve one's life.
However, making the 'mana-restoring lotus flower' wasn't easy, and it couldn't be mass produced like Song Shuhang's Saber Intent Condensing Lotus Seeds.
Venerable White suggested Song Shuhang found time to learn sealing techniques so that he could produce this mana-restoring lotus flowers on his own.
At that time, the 'Saber Intent Condensing Lotus Seeds' and the 'mana-restoring lotus flower' would bring Song Shuhang a lot of money.
❄️❄️❄️
Time flew by.
August 24th. In other words, the day True Monarch Yellow Mountain had set for the premiere of the movie.
During the past few days, Song Shuhang had enjoyed a hard-to-come-by peaceful time. He had practiced body tempering cultivation techniques every day, and his build had finally returned to normal.
Afterward, he would practice calligraphy, take a look at the post-production phase of the movie, listen to the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group discussing profound principles, and so on. During this period, he could relax, and was relatively free from worries.
The only problem was that that super-duper good divination had yet to come true, and the place between his eyebrows was still a little black. As such, he was somewhat jittery.
During the evening of the 24th.
Usually, the premiere of a movie was just another form of advertisement.
However, ❮Apocalypse War❯'s premiere wasn't used for advertisement.
The movie had been advertised enough. In just a few days, True Monarch Yellow Mountain had spread ❮Apocalypse War❯'s trailer everywhere—to the point that it had become part of everybody's everyday life.
Therefore, this time, the only aim of the premiere was to see how ❮Apocalypse War❯ looked after the editing was complete, allowing the fellow daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group to have a quick look at it.
Young Master Phoenix Slayer, Northern River's Loose Cultivator, and other fellow daoists had been closely following the editing process, and thus had a good idea of how the final product looked. However, watching the movie in the cinema was still pretty interesting and had a special feeling to it.
Strangers weren't invited to the premiere of the movie. The only people invited were the available fellow daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group, as well as Gao Moumou, Tubo, Yangde, and the members of the Jacob's Production Team.
❄️❄️❄️
The next day, August 25th.
❮Apocalypse War❯ was screened during the last weekend of summer vacation.
A lot of people booked their ticket as soon as possible and couldn't wait for the movie to get screened. Some people were relatively quick-witted and came over during the first hours of the morning and managed to snatch a lot of tickets.
On the other hand, some people got up a little later and took advantage of the fact that it was weekend to book a ticket for the movie. But it was at that time that they discovered that all the tickets for today's show had been sold already—not even those for the midnight show were left.
Wasn't this a bit too exaggerated? Although the trailer of the movie was pretty good and the actors really good-looking—with Senior Brother Gao Sheng deserving death—the tickets shouldn't have been sold this quickly! Was it possible that the people behind the movie had bought all the tickets to artificially inflate the box office revenue data?
❄️❄️❄️
Inside a cinema in Wenzhou City.
There was still a little time before the start of the movie, yet the cinema was already packed.
"Husband, so many people have come to watch the movie! Do you think that they will look for our Shu— emh, that Senior Brother Gao Sheng and put a gunnysack on his head and beat him up after they are done watching the movie?" Mama Song said in a low voice after gazing at the completely packed hall, which had nearly 300 seats.
Papa Song replied in a low voice, "Now that you mention it, I'm also starting to get worried."


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

"What is music to you?"
"Music is thought."
Yoon Jung Su saw Jun Hyuk in a different light when he responded without hesitation. Amateurs tended to think that music was sacred.
Usually, the answer to a question like this was that it was their dream, life, or challenge. That was after much contemplation as well.
"Thought? Why?"
"People have all kinds of thoughts all day without a second to spare. It's because I have music instead of those thoughts."
"There's constantly music in your head?"
"Sometimes it's music and sometimes they're sounds since sounds are also music. No… is music sound? It's confusing."
Yoon Jung Su thought that fireworks had gone off in his head. Could he have been born with the God-given talent that is said to be lucky to appear once a century?
***
There is a saying in art and sports: There's only one way a person who tries hard can beat a person born with talent. He can win if the person is born with talent quits.
The first people who recognize a gift are parents. Even today, countless children are led to the doors of famous musicians or artists by their parents. They all say the same words,
"We do not doubt that our child is a genius."
However, the reply is also always the same,
"No, he has some talent but he is not a genius. He's simply a little more advanced than the average child. That difference is very insignificant as well."
The parents leaving all say,
"He can't even recognize a genius!"
The former world record for the 100m race for 23 years was 0.16 seconds. But the monster Usain Bolt shortened it to 0.14 seconds in a year while beating his record. Usain Bolt's spine is curved due to congenital disease scoliosis. As such, some people are born with a talent that others cannot attain with hard work. There is an innate ranking in gifts one is born with.
Yoon Jung Su was curious about the ranking of Jun Hyuk's talent when he said that he constantly heard music,
"Then do you want to become a star through your music?"
"They said that I don't need to make an effort to be a star. They said that
I would become a star no matter what because I was born a genius."
"Who said that?"
"My boss."
"Your boss? Oh, the owner of the cafe you work?"
"Yes."
Could it be that a cafe owner who does not know anything is mistaken in believing that Jun Hyuk's insignificant talent was something incredible?
Was this case like with other parents who were under the illusion that their children were geniuses? Is this why Jun Hyuk had such an arrogant personality?
"Why does your boss think that?"
"I never forget a song I hear once and he said that every sound in the world becomes music in my head. All I have to do is get out of the music that's in my head. What did he say that was….?"
"Absolute pitch?"
"Yes, that's right. Absolute pitch. He said that only a few people are born with this talent and of them, I'm top quality."
"Remembering music after hearing it once could just mean that you have a really good memory. And getting the music in your head out doesn't mean that you're a genius. That music has to be good."
"Is that right?"
Writing the entire music scores of all instruments in an hour-long symphony was impossible with a good memory. This is what the cafe owner said, but music expert Yoon Jung Su was saying something different. Jun Hyuk tilted his head slightly.
Jun Hyuk tried to speak but was cut off when Yoon Jung Su continued to talk,
"And you've only shown us your arrangements until now. You've never made your music. Of course, the arranging skills you've shown us are outstanding. However, in music, you need to have a fundamental creative base. I want to see if you've got creative potential."
At that moment, Jun Hyuk's eyes sparkled,
"I want to do my music as well, but they keep saying stuff about the mission songs and won't let me do my own."
"What? Hahaha. There is that. Hey, Producer Kim! This is your fault."
Yoon Jung Su yelled to Producer Kim Ki Sik who was filming the interview from a distance. The fast-thinking VJ filmed this scene including Producer
Kim Ki Sik who was laughing in shock.
"Then do you have an original song prepared?"
"I have a lot. I can make a few in a day if I put my mind to it."
"What? A few songs in one day? Hah."
The people who created the most songs in the shortest time were children. They made music while constantly humming, but none of the songs were fit to be used.
Teenagers wrote songs by scratching out the guitar chords they are used to hearing. They may not know it themselves, but it was plagiarism. With songs like this, it was possible to make dozens in a day.
"Then should we hear it? What do you think? How about the song you like most out of all the songs you've made so far?" Jun Hyuk thought for a bit and spoke,
"The song I like most is difficult to play right now. It's a symphony so I need an orchestra."
"What symphony?"
"Yes. Oh… right. There's something I made not too long ago. During the 2nd mission with Nam Seung Hee, I made a song that would be perfect for her tone. I'll play that for you."
Yoon Jung Su was taken aback by the two words, symphony, and orchestra, that Jun Hyuk had just said. What did he mean, symphony?
The only famous Korean composer was Yoon Yi Sang. From Kyeongnam, Tongyong, he performed in Germany and was proudly chosen to be in the New York Metropolitan Museum's 20 contemporary musicians. No other composer came to mind. Of course, there was a decrease in the the number of people composing symphonies these days, but this was an issue of basic skills. How could a teenager he had thought of as immature talk about symphonies?
Yoon Jung Su wanted to hang on to Jun Hyuk and ask him, but he was already sitting at a piano.
"Teacher, I'll start now." 
Jun Hyuk smiled brightly as he started playing the piano. That smile did not disappear until the music ended. Yoon Jung Su pictured a Pocari Sweat commercial from Jun Hyuk's song. Warm sunlight, a beautiful blue sea. Greece's Santorini with walls as white as a swan. The piano melody was smooth, beautiful, and clear.
"What do you think? Teacher? Are you okay?"
"Huh? Oh, it's good. Really."
There was nothing else to say. It was good. It could be played for at least 20 years.
"You said you made this two days ago? During the 2nd mission?"
"Yes. Nam Seung Hee sang the Finkl song as a jazz song then. But it seemed like ballads are perfect for that girl."
"So you just made a ballad song on the spot?"
"Yes."
"How about the lyrics? What is it about? Did you write to them?"
"Oh, I can't write lyrics."
"You haven't written to them?"
"No, I'm saying I can't write lyrics. It hasn't been long since I learned hangul… and I'm not very good at expressing emotions with words."
He could not believe that it had not been long since Jun Hyuk learned hangul, but he remembered Jun Hyuk's past and shut his mouth. Expressing emotions. The expression itself is spoken or in writing. Expressing with speech and writing is literature.
Jun Hyuk had learned too little to express himself in words. When Yoon Jung Su did not speak, Jun Hyuk said something unexpected, "Could you perhaps write the lyrics?"
"What? Me?"
"Yes, you write songs well."
"I don't know. You made the song. You have to write the lyrics according to your emotions. Isn't it weird if I write to them?"
"No… I took my emotions and made the song, so couldn't you write the lyrics according to the emotions you felt by listening to it?"
Jun Hyuk's potential had already been confirmed after hearing the song he made for Nam Seung Hee. There was also a reason why he did not sing and was persistent in playing instrumentals. He intended to give everyone listening to his music the freedom to feel and interpret it.
Yoon Jung Su realized that Jun Hyuk could become an impressive musician instead of being just another singer.
Kim Ki Sik who had been filming this entire interview smiled widely as she thought that he had killed two birds with one stone. A song created for one girl. Yoon Jung Su confirmed Jun Hyuk's musicality with this song and the camera had filmed his feelings for Nam Seung Hee.
All that was left was what viewers called the devil's edit.

It is said that humans only reveal 5% of their DNA. The person you perceive yourself to be and the person others judge you for is determined by this 5%. No one can know what is in the hidden 95%.

Put simply, it would be as if our parents gave us a total of 100 cards when they gave us life – of which only 5 can be used. They don’t know which cards they’ll be handing down, but that’s not the real issue. The bigger problem is that of the 100 random cards, we can’t even choose which of the 5 we get to use. We have to pick them with our eyes closed.

Now imagine each of these cards represents a different trait – maybe an attractive face, an intelligent mind, a great body, a handicap. A lucky person who might have been fated with a prized card would be able to use it as a weapon to speed through life with considerable ease. And then there are also the ill-fated who end up with a torn or useless card. Maybe all five cards are duds. But that is what we have to use to our advantage or disadvantage until we die.

This is a story about a boy, the “cards” he is dealt, and how he uses them to build a music empire.



“Nope!” Ma Xiao-Er shook her head, “I don’t know him.” As she laughed awkwardly, “Why would I know the famous, Liu Shun-Feng?” 

“Well, since you two don’t know each other… Let me introduce you two then.” The music producer introduced them to each other. 

Even though they pretended not to know each other. The producer can somewhat tell that they do know each other, but she can also tell that they are not friendly acquaintances. “This talented young lady here is my junior when I was studying aboard; Ma Xiao-Er. She was the one who help me co-write that popular song that made Lee Yin-Yin famous.” 

“You’re kidding me.” He said, not believing that a kid like Ma Xiao-Er can write such a good song. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ma Xiao-Er questioned his remark. “You think we’re lying?” 

“Calm now, Xiao-Er.” The producer wanted to make it clear that she wanted to have Ma Xiao-Er on her team to produce his album. “I have specially invited her on the team, and she will be helping you write your songs.” 

“I don’t need help writing my songs. I wrote enough to know how to write my own songs.” As arrogant as ever, Liu Shun-Feng doesn’t need anything one to help him with his song writing. But that wasn’t what his music producer thinks. 

But to think that Ma Xiao-Er was the one that wrote such a popular song. The same song that Lee Yin-Yin had purchased the copyright to before she became famous. The same song Lee Yin-Yin had made a cover of it, and the same song that had made her famous. Who could have thought that Ma Xiao-Er was the one behind Lee Yin-Yin’s popularity? 

Liu Shun-Feng’s music producer wanted to kick off his music career, sure he was already famous as an actor, but to become an idol, he’ll need to have good music as well. Most of Liu Shun-Feng’s music was all very R&B, and his agency wanted to show his romantic side to further promote him. Yet, Liu Shun-Feng wasn’t happy about it. 

He laughs as he throws his back on the chair’s backrest and said, “Look at her, she’s a kid for crying out loud! And you want me to hire a kid to help write my songs?” 

How can such a jerk call her a kid? Ma Xiao-Er was furious about being called a child. No one can call her that! “Hey! I have you know that I’m eighteen! Legally, I am an adult! And I am at the top of my classes. And-” 

“-Yeah, no. You’re eighteen, still a kid.” He interrupted her and continued. “I’m not gonna have a kid write my songs. Either than being a kid and graduated from music school aboard, what has she accomplished, huh? She has no credentials.” 

Sure, she had worked with Liu Shun-Feng before, but she always tried to avoid conversations with him. They were only together for a few short hours, then they both bounce off after the shooting ends. And today, really prove to her that avoiding Liu Shun-Feng was the correct thing to do. 

“What!?” She stood up and slammed the conference table. “I have you know, I won lots of competition aboard!” 

“Yeah, aboard. Who’s here knows anything about you? Me? I’m one of China’s top Actor! Everyone knows me here. You? They don’t even know who you are! Why would I want some no-name kiddo to help me? I bet you don’t even know anything about music.” 

His arrogant attitude, Ma Xiao-Er could somewhat tolerate. But when he said that she knows nothing about music, she was just furious! Her face boils red, and she can feel the heat and steam coming out from the top of her head. She wanted so much to slap him across his face, but she tried to hold it in. 

Ma Xiao-Er had never been this angry in her life, she always get treated with love and care from the surrounding people. Like a precious diamond. Her father and sister would encourage her to do the things she loves. With their love and care, she pursuit her love for music. 

“I don’t know anything about music!?” When she slammed the table, it hurts her hand a lot. But it’s nothing compare to the angry she held inside. She yelled out to him, “You’re the one who doesn’t know anything about music! All of your songs sounds the same for God sakes!” 

“What did you say!?” From her comment, he stood up as well. But he couldn’t say anything when she continued to yell at him. 

“Yeah! I’m talking about all of your songs you had written until now. It’s all stupid songs, about stupid subject, about gangsters and perverted stuff, and it all has the same beat!” With each sentence, she came closer and closer to his face, “It all sounds like any other songs in the world! Did you really wrote all those songs yourself? Were you trying to copycat other people’s rock-n-roll songs with a bit of R&B style? No wonder people only known you as a popular actor and not an artist!” 

Then, finally, he backed down into his seat as she looked down on him. She crossed her hands and said, “I’ll let you know that I came back to City Y for the MICM’s piano competition! And when I win first place, you better be on your knees and beg me to help you write your songs!” 

The Musical Institution of Classical Music (MICM) judges are one of the pickiest, and the most well-known musical institution of City Y, or perhaps all of Modern China. No matter how rich or how great one’s family background was, they won’t be able to attend MICM that easily. 

For any of competition that MICM had organised, one can brag about it, even if they are only a participation for that competition. But becoming a participator wasn’t Ma Xiao-Er’s dream. Winning first place was her goal, and now she had more of a reason to win first place. 

Ma Xiao-Er was determined to win first place, take that trophy and shave it up Liu Shun-Feng’s face! Then she’ll show him who would be the one to know nothing about music would be. Him! And just like that, she grabbed her purse off the chair she sat at and storm out of the conference room.

Yang Tian-Xu is a direct descent of the Yang Family and holds the heavy burdens to the family’s name. However, in this modern world, there is no longer any war. They are at peace, and the Yang Family had to venture their footsteps into the business world. Instead of conquering the bloody battlefield in the new era they, the Yang Family had conquered the business world and became powerful and wealthy family household in the country. In city Y, where the Yang Family dominated, Yang Tian-Xu had seen a girl he had never met before across the street and had fallen in love at first sight. His obsession grew stronger and stronger, as he longed to see her again.

Chapter 54. Rearrangement (2)

'It's really different than the songs I had heard before.'

Minyuk's eyes opened wide as he listened to the guide version of one of the songs that Lee Hyun had made for his album. 

They were currently sitting in the recording studio. 

Lee Hyun was showing him the guide versions he had made for his album and Minyuk had to admit that Lee Hyun was really a genius.

His album was a mini-album with only four songs. Lee Hyun had already thought of Dreams as one of the songs and he would make the other three songs himself.

But for those three songs, he had made 12 guide versions.

Normally, composers would make 4-5 guide versions at most, but Lee Hyun had gone on to make 12 versions and all of them were good songs.

There was only music and no lyrics. Moreover, it was just a sample, but Minyuk can tell that all of them would become good songs after getting completed. 

Especially the song Minyuk was listening to. 

'The tone is strange, but it's really easy on the ears.'

The guide version he was listening to has a peculiar sound with electronic music mix in the middle and the soft sound of piano in the background, making it softer with sharp edges. 

He didn't know why, but the song has an attractive appeal to it.

'The notes are high.'

One of the highlights about the song was its high notes that went up to C5, but it was not something that Minyuk would not be able to sing.

After listening to all the guide versions, Minyuk has felt one similar thing from all of them.

'All the songs are made to fit my voice.'

Lee Hyun had taken his voice into consideration while making all the guide versions. It was not something that a singer would expect from a composer.

Especially a singer like Minyuk who was still anonymous to the masses. 

Composers would usually not think about the singers voice strength and would expect them to sing any song.

But Lee Hyun was someone who knows how to use the strengths and weaknesses of the singer. He wasn't used to being called Midas of music for nothing. 

"All the versions are really good, especially this one."

"You like this one more?"

Lee Hyun raised his head from the computer and looked towards Minyuk.

"Yeah, this one just seems really easy on the ears and stays in my mind. Moreover, I can feel something else from it. What's this song called?"

"Yeah, it's called 'Broken'."

Lee Hyun answered with a smile on his face. He was glad that Minyuk liked this song because it was his best work among the 12 guide versions he had made.

'Working for hours was not for nothing.'

At first, Lee Hyun had thought that he would just recreate some songs for Minyuk's album, but he was worried that those songs won't entirely fit Minyuk.

Everyone has a different voice and all voices are unique.

Lee Hyun always made songs depending on the singer's voice type. Although he had made songs in the past that would really suit Minyuk, Lee Hyun has still decided to go with new ones.

After the success of Never give up, his confidence was back!

That's why he wanted to make songs that would fit Minyuk's voice perfectly. Broken was a song that he made thinking of Minyuk's life story.

Maybe, this was the reason he liked the song more.

"Broken dreams is a nice name. I feel like it can be the title song of the album."

Minyuk said after thinking for a bit.

"Title song? Well, we can go with it for the title, but I think Dreams would be better for the title song. Personally, I like it more."

Lee Hyun really thought like that.

From the start, he wanted to go with Dreams as the title track. The song was good and it just needed a rearrangement. 

Another reason was that he wanted to promote Minyuk's image as a musician.

"... I still don't think Dreams is that good."

Minyuk said as he scratched his head.

He was happy that Lee Hyun liked it this much, but he was not very confident in it. He didn't feel that it could become a hit song or even enter the top 50 in the music charts. 

For him, Broken has a higher possibility of becoming a hit.

"That's a problem then."

Lee Hyun made a troubled face hearing that.

The singer wants another song to be the title track while he wanted a different song to be the title track.

Normally, agencies would not listen to the singers and just decide among themselves, but Lee Hyun didn't want to act like that.

He wanted his singers to voice out their thoughts.

'Wait!'

As he was thinking about that, an idea suddenly popped up in my head. He stared at Minyuk and opened his mouth.

"Why don't you write the lyrics for Broken?"

"Huh? Me?"

Minyuk let out a confused voice hearing that. Lee Hyun saw his confusion and opened his mouth to explain.

"Yeah, you think that Broken should be the title track while I am leaning towards Dreams. So, why don't you write the lyrics for Broken and I would complete the rearrangement for Dreams. We can compare the two songs after that and the better one would be the title track."

Lee Hyun thought that this was a good and fun plan. 

He was also confident in Minyuk's skill. The lyrics for Dreams were written by him and Lee Hyun has quite liked them.

'Can I write the lyrics?'

Minyuk also thought about it and recalled the guide version for Broken. It was not an easy song and he would need to write lyrics that can do justice to the music. 

It was a hard and pressurising task, but he also knows that Lee Hyun has only asked him to write the lyrics because he was confident in him.

That's why, he nodded his head.

"Okay, I will write the lyrics."

"That's great!!"

Lee Hyun smiled hearing that response.

He felt that he was going in the right direction for Minyuk's first album.

It was also the first album for Mango Entertainment, so they needed to succeed at all cost.

'I will surely succeed!!'

Lee Hyun vowed in his heart and thought back to the rearrangement for Dreams. He had already thought of how he would rearrange the song.

That was his next task!

Lee Hyun, the man once known as the 'Midas of music'. He got thrown out of his agency and his wife betrayed him.

He lost everything and there was no hope left for him, but life gave him another chance to redeem himself.

He found himself in 2010.

The time when the entertainment industry has just started to get popular all over the world.

With his knowledge of the future and his composing skills, Lee Hyun decided to make a mark in the entertainment industry.

This time, he would become the 'God of Entertainment'.

*On hiatus, due to exams.

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"What? Don't be crazy !! That's not my passion."

A woman named Kim Yoora is receiving a call from one of the editors. She asked Kim Yoora's one Fantasy story for consideration. Even though the editor knows that Kim Yoora is bad at imagining things. She prefers to write stories with the Thriller genre or maybe Horror which is more challenging than Fantasy. But shouldn't a type of writer be able to master all genres? At least little by little she understands, and knows where the difference lies in each story genre.

"Geez Song Hye Kyo, you know it's really hard for me. I never ---"

"Only one book, Kim Yoora. Only one, after that not anymore." Cut Song Hye Kyo quickly.

"It's hard for me, Song. You know for yourself that I don't like to imagine beyond reason."

Song Hye Kyo persisted and asked Kim Yoora to write a fantasy story. The genre that according to Kim Yoora is very difficult to understand, even now Kim Yoora doesn't understand at all. And now she has to write a story with Fantasy Genre?

Maybe if it's romance, or maybe Teenage fiction can still be relied on. But what about fantasy? She doesn't even know the flow, whether to go forward or backward.

Song Hye Kyo asked Kim Yoora to meet her at a cafe near her apartment. This annoying woman will bring lots of books and films as references.

Not wanting to waste a lot of time, Kim Yoora immediately left her apartment and headed to the cafe.

Only ten minutes away, Kim Yoora arrived at the cafe Song Hye Kyo referred to. Ordered two cups of Kopi Susu and also Kimbap for lunch. It's not that you don't eat rice, it's just that Kim Yoora is on a diet with her weight increasing continuously every day. And felt that Kim Yoora's body was very heavy when she separated from the bed.

Until finally the awaited person came. The woman was carrying two large paper bags, which Kim Yoora believed was a book as well as a film. Seeing this, Kok Yoora became lazy before the war with many books.

Maybe lately Kim Yoora won't be able to sleep well.

"It's a book you can read. You can make a reference for your new story. I don't want to know, it has to be fantasy." Said Song Hye Kyo

I wanted Kim Yoora to swap positions with Song Hye Kyo. Women who usually speak without knowing what kind of struggle to write. She thinks writing and looking for ideas to write what genre she wants is easy? It's possible that romance can still make sense and insert steady scenes into a new story, and it's guaranteed that the author will be really busy. Even though sometimes there is only a kiss to the climax.

"To be honest, I don't like reading, let alone watching movies." Kim Yoora glared at Song Hye Kyo. Whereas those who were stared at could only remain silent without saying anything. "I don't like to read unless someone tells me."

"Don't joke, read all this so you know how to write the genre. I accompany you, as well as we take a walk to the beach so you can write."

Kim Yoora was forced to nod, she took a lot of books and took them away. One of them went to the beach that Song Hye Kyo said. Along the way, Kim Yoora read the book that Song Hye Kyo brought. But there is not a single book that intrigues Kim Yoora to write this genre. Even though she has read several Fantasy books and also Fantasy comics with royal themes.

Sensing that this car stopped, Kim Yoora immediately got off, bringing a novel from a well-known author. Actually, either this Kim Yoora who is too meticulous, or maybe Song Hye Kyo who took the wrong book. Here, the book brought by Kim Yoora is a book with Genre Adult Romance, which tells about a love that does not exceed boundaries. For example, such as kissing without steady, not getting to sex or even the scene will be skipped.

Sitting on the beach with a capital of one book and cellphone. Kim Yoora thought that she would use this beach as the main portal. Where in the story, a woman is being dragged by the beach waves, and enters the world of old times.

Feeling that he got a piece of the idea, Kim Yoora wrote the description first. Do not forget to also outline and name the characters. About the kingdom that Kim Yoora will use as her place.

"Hwang Kingdom and Daegu Kingdom." Kim Yoora monologue quietly as he typed his ideas on the cell phone.

Writing is actually not that difficult if we master it. Ideas like to pop up everywhere when we are thinking about one thing.

Kim Yoora's first sentence wrote that the main character is a woman in the future, then returns to the past with their different selves.

At least the main character is graceful and can't do anything. When she got up she transformed herself into a strong and brave woman.

"Kim rides the Jet Ski like it or not? It's been a long time since we didn't ride it." Said Song Hye Kyo

Kim Yoora cuddled Song Hye Kyo's words. But the next second she nodded as if she wanted to. It's been a while since she played Jet Ski anyway.

Choosing to rent clothes and also the Jet, Kim Yoora was ready in front of the Jet Ski. Then somehow Kim Yoora thought that her first portal was the sea, and also women from the future. Kim Yoora wished that her character would be lost in the sea and when she opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was that the main character was already in the Kingdom. And imagine if in the sea there is a whirlpool, as the entrance to the world of the past.

"Kim Yoora, let's go up, even daydreaming."

Kim Yoora tiptoed and nodded immediately. She sat down on her Jet Ski and began to run slowly. Even if you feel this game is better if it goes up a little faster. But because Kim Yoora was thinking about her story idea, she chose to enjoy it while honing her blunt brain.

"This scene can be used as the first portal. Try it, so you know what it's like to drown."

The woman immediately ran her Jet Ski fast, and asked Song Hye Kyo to race together with her. But unfortunately Kim Yoora jumped onto the beach and felt what it was like to drown. At least this scene is in the story that she will make.

Moving both his legs and hands to get to the surface of the sea. Holding his breath that only has that red float. There wasn't any equipment that Kim Yoora was carrying at this time.

Song Hye Kyo panicked, she knew that the woman was trying to find the atmosphere on the seabed. But Kim Yoora doesn't bring any equipment that she wears.

"Kim Yoora, don't be kidding, okay… come on." Song Hye Kyo shouted.

But instead of appearing, Kim Yoora felt like her legs were being pulled. She also stared at his feet, which was nothing. The woman swam back to the surface of the sea, but again, her legs seemed to be pulled to come under. Even though there was nothing down there, sharks or maybe sea plants remembering his feet.

More and more Kim Yoora struggled, and swam upwards. The pull was getting stronger, until there was a whirlpool and pulled Kim Yoora into the vortex. The feeling wants to ask for help but if she opens her mouth she will swallow more sea water.

In his heart Kim Yoora apologized to his mother who gave birth to him. To Song Hye Kyo, who sometimes became an easy target for Kim Yoora's anger. And Kim Yoora also sometimes forgets God, hopefully God will forgive all his sins and also enter into heaven.

Meanwhile, Song Hye Kyo, who was already panicking, immediately asked for help, she looked at the sea water no longer moving like that. Even though there were small waves, Song Hye Kyo could see that when Kim Yoora fell, the water seemed to move faster. But it's been half an hour and Kim Yoora hasn't appeared on the surface of the sea. Song Hye Kyo panicked and she didn't bring any equipment. And she also cannot last long in the water without oxygen.

"How?" Ask Song Hye Kyo to go to one of these beaches.

"We didn't find anything, are you sure your friend fell?"

"Yes, I am sure."

"This sea is restricted for playing Jet Ski. We have been looking for it and your friend is not at all in the sea. I have checked until the seabed, and we have also spread out. Even though he is there he must have been found."

Team Sar's explanation made Song Hye Kyo cry. What should she say to Kim Yoora's parents, if their child goes missing while playing Jet Ski. And now where is that woman? Wherever she is, may God keep her safe.

"KIM YOORA ..."



-To Be Continued-

Kim Yoora is one of the most famous writers in the Capital. She has printed a lot of books with the Thriller and Horror genre. Thought that is broad and open, taking her too deep into the world which is very stressful and always makes the heart of the reader racing.

One time editor Kim Yoora wanted a fantasy story with a royal setting. This is indeed a challenge for Kim Yoora. She has never written a single story about this genre.

To hone Kim Yoora's skills, she said yes to her editor's words. To create a fantasy story with a royal setting.

Until one day, when she was on vacation with her editor Han Soo Lee, and looking for references for her new story. Kim Yoora even felt that her body was pulled by a whirlpool and made herself into another world. A world where everyone still uses a stretcher and horse as a means of transportation.

She becomes the main character in the story she made by herself. How is the story of Kim Yoora, can she return to modern times, or even live to death in the kingdom?





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Song Yu looked up again at the girl opposite.
She now looked at him with a fascinating smile, met his gaze, and immediately lowered her head, and by the way, she stood up the English book in her hand to cover her face.
"..."
Does it make sense?
Song Yu pulled the corner of his mouth, ignored her, and fell on the post again.
After the 41l floor master was mocked by the group, someone found the subject.
After all, in the face of the Lord, CP didn't dare to go crazy, suppressing the ecstasy and excitement in his heart, typed a line, and asked lively, romantically and innocently.
[Brother Yu, are you and Xie Shen studying together? Are you preparing for the monthly exam? [羇牙][Shy]]
Song Yu was so bored that he replied to her.
121l Your husband Yu: He helped me with tuition.
There was a scream in the forum.
[Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !]
[Uuuuuuu what a fairy day is today! Suddenly I was motivated again, help me up, I can still write two math papers]
[My day, don't scare Brother Yu away! Go to the special building, the style of painting here is normal]
The people turned the tide and saved the painting style back.
ask. [Brother Yu is going to study hard? ]
Song Yu drooped his eyelids. Is this nonsense? He hasn't studied hard since the beginning of school.
Is it right that the identity of Kong Jing made this group of people misunderstand him? He felt it necessary to explain for himself.
So Song Yu said something calmly in this forum.
Teach by precept and deeds, the tone is mocking.
[I have always studied hard. Didn't I come to study and fight in high school? ]
Across the Internet, a group of people: "..."
[Sorry]
After they were shocked, deep regret came out-looking at their unfinished papers, for a moment they felt that they were simply unworthy to breathe the air.
The school bullies are studying hard? What qualifications do they have in the water forum!
"Do you like matcha."
At this time Xie Sui came back in line, sat across from him, and asked aloud.
Song Yu put away his phone, saw the small and attractive piece of cake in his hand, his eyes widened slightly, "I like it."
Except for mint, his favorite flavor is probably matcha. Strangely, Xie Sui didn't ask him about the flavor when he went there.
Song Yu praised sincerely: "We two are really inspiring."
Xie Sui smiled without denying it.
Insert the fork for him and pass it. The last time he went to a supermarket with Song Yu, he basically understood his preferences and didn't need to ask at all.
"Have you read the notes?"
"..."
Song Yu forked a piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth. Hearing what he said, his body became stiff. Half biting the fork, staring at him blankly.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.
After he had that dream, he has been restless, so he can read books and use his mobile phone to scan forums.
Xie Sui looked at him.
Song Yu's lip color was already very light, with a little cream on it, and biting his fork, it felt clean and seductive inexplicably.
Xie Sui looked away and said with a smile: "After the monthly test results come out, don't cry for me."
Song Yu swallowed the cake in his mouth, very embarrassed, and said hurriedly, "No, no, I have never cried in my life. When I go back, I will recite all the things you wrote to me. ."
Xie Sui was also talking about playing, but after hearing his denial, his eyes narrowed.
Some bad emotions arose in his heart, such as what Song Yu would look like when he cried.
Of course, this thought is fleeting.
He remembered that Song Yu was very concerned about this monthly exam.
"What will happen to you if you fail the exam?"
Xie Sui asked when he left the cake shop and opened the umbrella.
Song Yu forgot to go to heaven, and muttered: "I will be called back by my dad, and you will never see me again."
Xie Sui: "..."
The hand holding the umbrella tightened.
Xie Sui paused for a moment, tilted his head and smiled, "I'll make a study plan for you."
Although the tone is weak, it is irresistible.
"Your questioning tactics can stop first."
waste time.
Song Yu: "Huh?"
He went home with a dazed expression. When he said goodbye to Xie Sui, he didn't understand why Xie Sui suddenly stopped him from doing the question.
What is this person doing?
Deprive him of the right to study?
Afraid of taking his first place?
On Monday, go to school.
After the morning reading time, the Chinese class representative came to collect the homework. Song Yu finally knew the girl's name, Jiang Chunian, and her name was quite poetic.
When he was about to receive their group, Ma Xiaoding shook his table behind him: "Yu Yu Yu Yu! What did you write in your composition, can you show me?"
Classmate Ma Xiaoding loves Chinese. He has no life as a learning master. He has the disease of a learning master. He especially likes to exchange Chinese homework.
Song Yu is very satisfied with the composition he wrote, with depth and breadth, it is simply a masterpiece.
After taking out the text and throwing it back, he proudly warned: "Only appreciate, not learn from."
"Good, good."
Ma Xiaoding opened it happily, and when he saw the topic, he was taken aback for a moment. After reading the complete text, the person was already withered and his voice was trembling: "Yu... Brother Yu, how do I feel that you are a little off topic. Did you not take the class seriously? Listen to Lao Wang."
Lao Wang is their Chinese teacher.
Song Yu frowned, "Isn't it just those eight characters? I slept for a bit in Chinese class that day, and didn't listen to what he said earlier."
Ma Xiaoding wailed and lamented, "Brother Yu! This eight-character is a topic that Lao Wang randomly finds, pretending to be literary and artistic. It is not the content of the composition."
"Do you still remember the three-hundred-word semester goal we handed in? Lao Wang said, "If you don't forget, there must be a response." If you stick to it, you will be rewarded. The content of the composition is to let us say how we plan to achieve the goal."
Song Yu: "..."
Ma Xiaoding: "This time it is linked to the last time. It can be used as a diary, with the theme of how to strive towards the goal. You are going to the moon for this question."
Song Yu: "..."
Day, why no one told him this.
He turned his head to see Xie Sui who was sleeping, leaned over, and immediately poked his arm with a pen, "Xie Sui, Xie Sui, Xie Sui, got up, finished homework, did you write your composition yesterday."
Xie Sui and Song Yu were at the same table, and almost made up for the sleepless sleep in the previous life.
But he was very sleepy, was awakened, and his black eyes were particularly clear after opening, but his voice was slightly mute with a little nasal sound, "Well, I wrote it."
Song Yu was eager to verify: "What did you write?"
Think back a bit.
Xie Sui supported his arm, sat up, and slowly said, "You."
Song Yu was stupid. Are the three of them the same homework?
"You wrote me? You have a partial question, right!"
"No partiality,"
There was a little smile in Xie Sui's voice. He just woke up and looked loose and low.
Staring at him, it was natural to say: "My goal for the new semester is you. I can't forget to write about you, it's not a partial topic."
Song Yu: "..."
After hearing this, Ma Xiaoding came to the conclusion: "Yes, Xie Shen is already a man at the top of the school. There is no need to plan. His goal last time was to help Brother Yu with your studies. There is nothing wrong with writing about you."
Jiang Chunian received their group at this time, and when he heard Ma Xiaoding's words, he laughed: "Who wrote what."
She was wearing a school uniform, her hair tied into a ponytail, and some broken hair fell from her ears. She looked youthful and pretty, her skin was white and red, and there were two small pear vortices at the corners of her mouth. Holding a pile of paper in his arms, there was still a bit of calmness and bookishness on his body.
Ma Xiaoding blushed strangely, and he couldn't say anything.
Xi Bowen helped explain: "It's nothing, just thank God for writing Brother Yu."
Jiang Chunian's eyes lit up: "???"
The class represents the temperament of the whole person has changed.
"What composition?"
Ma Xiaoding's heart for a young boy is simply not too obvious. Scratching his head, he is still willing to say a few more words in front of the girl who has a good impression. He coughed and blushed: "What else can I write, just last week's homework Ah. Isn't that the case with Brother Yu?"
Song Yu couldn't bear it: "Okay, shut up!"
Xie Sui laughed aside.
"!!!"
Jiang Chunian's hand holding the homework trembled slightly, did she get it true?
Return the homework to your seat.
Jiang Chunian held the pen for a long time, turned his head, and said to his deskmate, "I'm going to the forum to write a novel."
She was at the same table as a short-haired and slightly fat girl. She opened the bag of potato chips after class and stuffed one by one in her mouth, vaguely: "What do you write? Domineering president?"
Jiang Chunian pursed his lips and smiled meaningfully: "No, the cold school grass."
At the same table: "?? You are crazy! Do you dare to use thank God as the prototype?"
Jiang Chunian was immersed in his own fantasy, holding his face: "Well, I still want to write Brother Yu. Last time I went to ask Definition Domain, I felt thankful for seeing my eyes as mentally retarded, which made me feel ashamed I can't wait to go underground. But did you know that his eyes were not like that when he saw Brother Yu just now. When he looked at him, there was a gentle wind in his eyes."
Deskmate:"..."
666, gentle wind? ? Is there wind in your eyes? ? This is going to be blind. Most importantly, if you dare to write about Brother Yu, you might be tired of living.
"Would you like to eat a potato chip to calm down."
Jiang Chunian couldn't wait, took out the notebook and the wall, the corners of his lips couldn't stop rising: "I can't calm down! I've already thought of the name, so you are my heart."
At the same table: "...Don't be read by Brother Yu."
Jiang Chunian stood tall and confident: "Send it to the special building, and Brother Yu will never see it in this life."
The first class on Monday was English class. The new English teacher came in and the class was quiet for a few seconds. The man, in his 30s and 40s, has thinning hair at a young age, wearing a suit, holding a thermos in one hand and holding the other. Wearing a pair of glasses with the lesson plan, he looks gentle and gentle.
He briefly explained to himself, surnamed Cheng, that he would take over a class and become the head teacher. I don't know what happened to O'Yilian either, but just passed it vaguely.
The new English teacher and head teacher belonged to the kind who looked very good-tempered, humorous in teaching, and fluent in spoken English. Everyone was very serious in the first section.
When get out of class was over, Teacher Cheng said: "Our class is forty-five people, right."
A girl in the first row shook her head: "Forty-eight, no classmates are here."
Teacher Cheng lifted his eyes and took a pen to make a mark on the roster, and said, "Forty-five, and the three students who did not come will not come anymore."
Ma Xiaoding's eyes widened: "This, this, this, Wang Ci dropped out of school?"

Description
The protagonist shou, Xie Sui, was a proud son of heaven. He had an illustrious family background, was cold and removed from desire, and attracted many (psychopathic) admirers. From the gentle senior to the paranoid president, to the haughty and proud arch-enemy, these big guys were all top leaders of their respective fields, yet they were all crazy about him.

After pushing him down a series of mentally and physically abusive paths, the three of them decided to join hands to destroy the Xie Family, imprison Xie Sui, crush his pride, and turn him into a pet that could only rely on them.

While the crowd of readers howled “Wuwuwu the feels~”.

Song Yu was already so angry he was going crazy. Not wanting to read any more of this eye-searingly bad novel, he cursed, “Idiots.” and hurried offline.

As a result, when he woke up, he’d transmigrated.

He’d transmigrated to become the Third Young Master of the Song Family in the novel, who had only been briefly mentioned in passing, would die of a terminal illness, and was Xie Sui’s childhood friend.

Song Yu was terribly upset. At the same time, he’d already come to a decision in his heart––those three idiots, had better not think about wanting to get close to his little childhood friend!

*

Xie Sui was born cold hearted. In two lifetimes, he’d never tasted the sweetness of love, nor had he ever experienced the feeling of being protected.

After destroying three big families and personally killing his enemies, he was reborn back to when he was 15 years old. He had to hide the violence and coldness in his heart and pretend to be the youth with a gentle and clean appearance that he’d been in the past.

Everything was the same as before, except that the little childhood friend who was nothing but a vague memory in his previous life was exceptionally different this time.

Like the spring breeze that thawed the frozen soil, someone reached into the abyss and grabbed his blood-stained hand.

*

Song Yu tore apart a love confession letter like he was venting and fumed, “Don’t pay attention to those people, don’t believe in their sweet words. They’re all scum, and their love is worthless. Don’t like them, okay?”

Xie Sui gazed at him for a long time, then laughed, “Alright, I don’t like them.”

I only like you.

Associated Names 
Xuyên việt thành trúc mã pháo hôi của vạn nhân mê
穿成万人迷的炮灰竹马

Author
This Concubine Is In Shanyang
妾在山阳

Tags
Calm Protagonist 
Caring Protagonist 
Comedic Undertone 
Complex Family Relationships 
Cruel Characters 
Cute Protagonist 
Doting Love Interests 
Doting Older Siblings 
Doting Parents 
Family 
Family Business 
Fearless Protagonist 
Handsome Male Lead
 Love Interest Falls in Love First 
Modern Day 
Power Couple 
Pragmatic Protagonist 
Protagonist Strong from the Start 
Reincarnation 
Righteous Protagonist 
Ruthless Protagonist 
Schemes And Conspiracies 
Straight Uke 
Strong Love Interests 
System Administrator 
Transmigration 
Underestimated Protagonist 
Wealthy Characters

She bit on her lips out of shyness and heard Su Zhinian demand angrily, "Get out!"
Then, there was no sound other than running water. About one minute later, Song Qingchun heard her own soft weeping.
For shame… It is all her fault for being so unreasonable to begin with, so why is she crying now? My God, I can't stand myself! Even Song Qingchun had a hard time siding with herself.
"Come now, stop crying."
Su Zhinian was trying to console me?
Song Qingchun's mouth fell open. The girl in the recording started to wail in earnest, probably because she realized she could pull one over Su Zhinian. The sound of the water had stopped, so Su Zhinian's words were exceptionally clear. "I'm sorry, it was my mistake for yelling at you… Stop crying, okay?"
Song Qingchun stood quietly in the bathroom, listening to the man on the recording, her heart melting into a pool of water in that instant.
However, the Song Qingchun in the recording was not so easily appeased. The girl suddenly slapped Su Zhinian's hand before escaping out of his grasp. She seemed to have run into the living room and then back into the bathroom. Song Qingchun believed the outburst was to grab the bag that was left in the living room because the quality of recording became much clearer.
There was an indistinct sound on the phone before her resentment-filled voice shot through.
"Su Zhinian is a big bully!
"Su Zhinian is a horrible person!
"Su Zhinian is a liar…"
Then Song Qingchun heard tapping sounds, suddenly understanding how that lipstick writing had ended up on the mirror and wall. She had scolded Su Zhinian to such a degree, but the man had not said a word.
For some reason, the girl in the recording suddenly softened her tone as she continued to write. The words of resentment slowly turned into words of love.
"Su Zhinian loves Song Qingchun.
"Song Qingchun loves Su Zhinian the most.
"Su Zhinian will love Song Qingchun forever…"
She must have had a great time because the sound of lipstick knocking on the surface became louder and louder. In her drunken state, the girl probably thought to share the fun, so she even invited Su Zhinian to join her.
Su Zhinian initially rejected, but her endless begging and needling eventually wore him down. There was a heavy sigh before he submitted. "Fine, fine, I'll write…"
"You write, Su Zhinian is a big bully!"
After her command, there was really the sound of writing.
"Also, Su Zhinian is a horrible person, and Su Zhinian is a liar!"
Those were all insults toward him, but he did not seem to mind and followed her order easily. The scratching of the lipstick on the wall came fast and quick like a melody of sorts. In fact, when he finished, he asked, "Anything else?"
She dragged out her "hmm" before she replied, "Write Su Zhinian loves Song Qingchun."
About ten seconds later, there was sound of writing.
So Su Zhinian was forced to write those words… but he could have ignored it or written something else, right?


Official Synopsis: When he stayed at her home for one night, he took her body in a drunken stupor. From then on, he had been a constant fixture in her life. How adamant he was in forcing a marriage was how adamant she demanded for a divorce. “I’m not staying married to you! I’m not staying married to you! I’m not staying married to you!” After she repeated such an important proclamation three times, he finally tossed her the divorce paper. She thought she had finally escaped him alas… After the divorce, he still snuck into her room every night... Finally losing her patience, she yelled, “We are already divorced!” He glanced at her and set down the divorce paper before her. On it, it was written clearly: After the divorce, the car is hers, the house is hers, the company is hers, their child is hers, he… is also hers? 

Translator's Synopsis: Imagine the superpowers wielding male lead from the Korean drama, "My Love from the Star" in the misunderstanding-processing plant that is "Bringing the Nation's Husband Home" and you will have "99 Proclamations of Love".  Tsundere CEO, Su Zhinian is deeply in love with ditzy entertainment beat reporter, Song qingchun but he could not act on it due to a deep dark secret. Read to find out whether love can really overcome anything and everything...

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