Look out what two young writers do when they fall in love!

She came into existence in no more than a blink of an eye, dressed in shades of translucent blue, and glided down to earth upon thermals, as writers' imaginations welcomed her below.
Her only questions were her name and purpose.
She remembers to be human.
To have worked hard climbing a tower to help someone or simply herself. Then rain made her fall through ink clouds staining her. Making her someone different from who she was.
She felt it. Her destiny was not hers anymore but she still liked it and in her deep memories a spark came to be. She was Evangelina.
Her name recovered, the blank space around her started to take form.
The writers welcomed her, for she fueled their imaginations. They wrote of magical birds, they wrote of fairies, they wrote of love.
They wrote of everything.
Evangelina enjoyed having a purpose.
Evangelina enjoyed living.
They called her the Muse, because that was what she was to them. They found inspiration in her beautifully voiced words, in her deep blue ocean-like eyes, and simply the way she walked. She was an inspiration in every possible way. The Muse had no flaws.
Then came a time of trouble. She began to have one flaw. She had come to this world as a small girl and now she was an adult.
She was aging.
Evangelina didn't want to age. She wanted to stay young forever. She had to try something.
The writers tried their best to help her. She told them that she didn't need any help. After some time, they agreed.
She continued to tell them that she was working hard to stop the aging. That she really didn't want to age.
There was something that the writers didn't know. Well, two things. First of all, she was lying to them. Second, she had fallen in love.

She came into existence in no more than a blink of an eye, dressed in shades of translucent blue, and glided down to earth upon thermals, as writers imaginations welcomed her below.

The reason why I took a leap of faith and started to write is a mystery to me as well. Sometime I believe or imagine, like for example I got mad at the 16M, but now the anger has dissipated, replaced by pity and guilt.

      Pity, since when I peered in much closer to the reasons or cause/s of that phenomenon, I start to pity them for they had been so used to being used by unscrupulous people. I pity them for they cannot decipher sincerity, truth, and attain wider perspectives. They're like the seemingly malnutrition mongrels in Ermita, laboriously pulling a kart, a kalesa, adorned with trinkets that defines my race, a Filipino. Those poor mighty animals, of the horse mustang species, are the respected partners of Native Americans when they fought with their invaders as the warrior's extension, but in Manila they're sporting directional tapers adjacent to both eyes, so they could only see what its driver directs them to see. I pity the blind, ignorant and poor Filipinos.

     When you take a step back from that deplorable view of what our fellow Filipinos have become, you will suddenly be enveloped by a soul jolting guilt for not doing anything. You'd realize that they are your mothers and fathers, uncles, aunties, friends, peers, your little sisters and brothers, sons and daughters - your family, neighbors, and acquaintance. You are responsible for them as much as they are for you by sharing this society virtually of one race, with the brown man category. When you're very sure you can do something, yet you choose to procrastinate, to hesitate, to ignore - to abandon.

     You and we are surrounded by kins who can't even speak the English language, much more to comprehend it. We have been graded with youths having the lowest IQ in the world by academicians, where they found out that most high school students in Quezon City, just adjacent to the country's capital, can't even read. I couldn't piece together why the Filipino writers insists to break into the International Market or readers and ignore teaching, ignore helping his struggling society. We writers and progressives should stand up and bear that responsibility of being torch bearers and the light-bringers to our lost brethren.

     Dominantly a pro-Roman catholic race of benevolent people, however, these lovely creatures of mixed races includes the first inhabitants of the land, the Moros. They originated from the Malay race that expanded and migrated out in our distant past. They settled in the southern part of the group of islands. They, of the Islam faith started and invigorated trade from land and mostly from the sea, they traded with Japan, India, China, and Singapore. They fought against invaders brought by the sea, and defeated Ferdinand Magellan, in turn preserving their culture, traditions and religion. The Northerners however was influenced with Catholicism, progressive ideas, luxury and cultures from invaders coming from the Western Hemisphere, like Spain, England and the United States.

     The poor just keeps multiplying in this society of hypocrisy, twisted morality and of ignorance. The main reasons for mass migrations are poverty, opportunities and security. Displacements can occur daily to and from the cluster of islands. For example, neighboring occupants of neighboring countries migrated into Philippines, Minor races decided to clump up together and form their own diaspora. Such races were the Chinese and Islamic moros, where social racism were simply explained in a hierarchy of economic measurements, or a form of oligarchy. Those of Chinese or Sino descent became the heads of businesses mostly in the North, where the uneducated and under privileged ended up as employees of the latter. The Moros, more often than not, are compared to the Jewish Gypsies of early Europe, like the Sinos of the North they integrated all throughout the archipelago from the utmost Southern island and formed their own ethnic diaspora all over the archipelago including the nation's capital. This are the people we shall follow.

     In Plato's Republic, Socrates ventured into the downfall of societies where Timocracy and Oligarchy is followed by Democracy where people are almost always doomed with dominantly ignorant masses. This has been the inherent and attached characteristics of societies. In my opinion, a great deal of time and therefore wisdom had been accumulated by mankind since the Athenian philosophers, surely by now and with that supposed wisdom from the expanse of time, we can formulate solutions and find ways to change the inevitable and avoid that usual predicament with the advent of technology and communication through internet, then how come people cannot realize that it is easier to educate and elucidate the dominantly ignorant masses? In this time and age, I believe that the dilemmas of ideology and education can now be resolved.

     At one time, I imagined launching the novel as a collaborative product by other writers for an "infinity novel about Pinoys", dreamed and day-dreamed it would go on forever, like a poem that never runs out of rhyme, like the stories from Philippine legends and lore passed on from generation to generation, like those cultures that inspires all young Filipinos to become dreamers. I realized that it was an impossible enterprise, so I continued chapter two. I was so pleased after I finished the second installment that I reverted back to being a stereotype of authoring it completely, for such a story shouldn't wait for the writers to come.

     I was able to conceive of another opportunity to collaborate with other gifted Pinoys – A mini-novel series for the "Ang Kabataan Ngayon" or "Kabataan", featuring the other mysterious and exciting adventures of Amihan and her group of youths, the protagonist heroine established from Chapter 2, along with other progressive youths who just graduated from the same Public High School, where all our societies' future are at stake at present. Mark the prodigy, the twins Clei and Cloe (the Enigma Decoders) and self-taught programmers, the athlete and martial arts expert Rex, and Rogelio, the protagonist's future love interest. It could be an opportunity for young writers to try out the genre, and most importantly teach and inspire other youths. These mini-novels shall be preferably and predominantly written in contemporary Tagalog or Taglish with the objective of attracting the youths in the marginalized sectors, those that need our attention and help, to start reading and start opening their minds. Perhaps we can save some lost youths in the marginalized sector by re-inspiring them. A succinct and less dramatized Kabataan adventure is featured in Chapter 10.

     This novel was initially written in Taglish, or a mixture of English words integrated into the literature, storytelling, conversations, metaphors and prose. Our young writers should start writing, they took out the Pilipino Subject in all schools several months back, and they are now teaching Chinese to our school teachers, the Pinoy's native vernacular, being murdered farther from a catatonic state to being killed, EJKed like most Pinoys in the margins of poverty during the War on Drugs of the current government's Administration.

     Where there's music, there should always be love nearby. Era music is featured sporadically in the narrative as a signal that the reader is taken to a certain time in local history. I would make it a point to insert the love and romance elements right after those time markers. Book One would be a casual presentation of events and scenes describing and defining the various characters, where the reader can get acquainted with the characters vis-a-vis the blossoming of the plot and sub-plots. Book Two would have a more linear timeline. The first chapter of this novel was published first in the Facebook group page Sining para sa mga Sumasala (SPASMS) on March of 2017. SPASMS is earmarked as a magazine, to be specific, a table top magazine which would be given free to the families in the marginalized sector.

     Follow the origin stories of the arch enemies Red and Sugo ni Kamatayan. Salivate on the utility gizmos and tools of "Kabataan" and the military grade gadgets of Overwatch. I was asked by my publisher to either write something in English or translate this book, the reason why we both ended-up here.

     Now that I got you hooked reading this far. It's time for me to confess my sins. This volume is not an exact translation from the First version of "Ang Nobela ng mga Bukas". For adding to the original, please forgive me.

Buhawi N.M.A.

Wallace began his session with a greeting. 
"Welcome to KeyLine publication, Giselle. I'm Wallace, the information guy of KeyLine publication. Nice to meet you." Wallace introduced himself.
"Oh, my pleasure, Wallace. Thanks." Giselle felt comfortable. 
She thought Wallace would be some typical old guy who preaches about the rules and regulations by immersing his audience with long dull and boring lectures. But that was not the case, Wallace is indeed old but he still rocks his young appearance and has a heart of youth. His job at KeyLine publication is probably one of the most boring ones is what often commented by others. 

To other's view, Wallace is a guy who talks about the company's history and knows about IN and OUT of its details. However, Shane Ricardo doesn't use him just for that. Wallace is also in charge of following the public response, paparazzi, rumors, gossips and other spotlight information about their writers. To simply put, Wallace is an important alliance to Shane and KeyLine. He is also well acquainted with every writer, editors, sales representatives, inventory managers, guys at the printers and so on. His network is huge and wide. 
Giselle could feel his majestic presence just by listening to him talk.
Wallace started off with KeyLine's history:
"To start off easy but also most importantly would be KeyLine publication founders. The Ricardo family were the ones who founded KeyLine. It was founded in the year, 1927 by James Ricardo. James is probably Shane's greatest grandfather, I think" Wallace laughed.
Giselle listened intently. Looking at her attentiveness made Wallace return back to his job.
He then continued... the history about KeyLine's growth in the publishing Industry.
...
One large cup of Americano is already over and yet there's more to learn. Giselle became weak. Noticing her tiredness, Wallace invited her out to lunch together. He got permission from Shane and they both headed out to the nearby burger joint.
Giselle and Wallace happily placed their orders and while waiting for their food, Wallace continued.
"Now, we can freely talk about the writers. We do currently manage a wide range of writers based on their manuscript, mainly. But right now, we got our top four contributors who dedicatedly work with us for a long time. I mean they're books are sold-out as soon as they get released, baby." 
Giselle gasped. 
"Our top four best are Jayce, Gill, Edwin, and Caesar. They have been associated with us for quite a long time. I think Gill is the oldest one right now, in terms of 'writers-associated with KeyLine'. Fact: Shane and Gill are old college friends."
The food arrived sooner than they expected, Wallace stopped with his session and they both enjoyed their lunch together.
"So, this is your major start as an Editor, right?" Wallace asked.
"Yeah. I have been an assistant and a proof-reader but never a proper editor. This will be my first-hand experience." Giselle confirmed.
"You're in good hands. Gill's editor is Jenna. Right now, she's our best. But when she joined, I heard that she never had any work experience. Plus, it was a die-hard situation where she needed the job desperately to take care of her family. I did have the Session with her. She's a good kid. You'll like her." Wallace shared his memories and advised Giselle to make use of this best opportunity.
After lunch, Wallace took the time to explain about each individual authors and their works. This included the genres they write, their current editors, successfully works and their achievements.
Later after their lunch, Wallace and Giselle returned to the office. The next topic of the session was all the rules and events. It also included the benefits for editors at KeyLine.
...
Time: 03:38 PM
"That's it. You got any doubts?" Wallace ended his session. 
His table had empty cups of Americano. Successfully, his session with Giselle had ended. Giselle looked tired but not completely worn out. She did take notes often to remember a few things. Wallace liked Giselle's calm personality. So, he gave her a lot of tips and advice. 
"Right now, I'm good. In case if I have any doubts, I'll find you." Giselle responded. 
"You got it. Hear, this is my card. And that's my number." Wallace handed over his business card and contact information for Giselle's convenience.
"Thank you, Wallace." Giselle thanked him.
"Text me if you need any help. I'll make sure to respond asap." Wallace gave her a tip.
"So, what's next?" he asked.
"Shane asked me to inform him once my session with you is over. I think I'll be meeting with Jayce." Giselle answered.
"Meeting with Jayce uh?" 
"Yes."
"well here's my advice for impressing your new author. Tell him that you like his first book." Wallace advised her.
"Tainted Love?" 
"Exactly, I heard it's based on his true life. Although his first book never really got much recognition globally, it did sell out many copies. We all say that his recent book 'Money made Love' is the most successful one. However, 'Tainted Love' is his soft spot. That guy is also smooth. So, be careful not to fall for him. After all, he is a Romance Novel author." Wallace winked.

WELCOME to my very first novel, Get Back to You.
I'm so happy to see that you selected this book to read. I'm sure you will have a great time.

Important Note: You are about to read an LGBT novel, a beautiful love story of two women, Lillian Grey and Giselle.

The two souls bonded by love yet, pulled apart by the external entities. The two women meet years later, the subtle fire still tingling inside, allows them to reconcile but, the question to be asked is: Will they accept it or not?
******
"Here's my message for you in case if you even care about me!"
"Don't ever show yourself in front of me, ever again."
"Why?"
"Because I can't stop myself from loving you if I ever see you again."
"What you gave me is irreplaceable! It still burning in my heart, never letting me live my life in peace."
Upon hearing the shocking news about Giselle's return from her best friend, Anna, Lillian conveyed a heart-wrenching message to pass on, only if Giselle still cared to ask about her.
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Author's Note:
Get Back to You is very special because it is my first novel and a bold choice, I would say. The once short story showed a lot of potentials to become a perfect novel. The character had a depth to them and an unheard voice, for which I wanted to bring justice by exploring and writing. Just like how we would enjoy a typical romance story between two opposite sexes, I wanted to tell a sweet love story of two beautiful women. Through this novel, I wish to improve people's viewing of LGBT relationships and hope that we show respect without judging.
Join the adventure of Lillian Grey and Giselle and in their struggles to come together. I'm very proud of creating this story, and I constantly work hard to bring justice to its storytelling. I hope that my efforts reap when the readers enjoy the tale as they travel through this journey.
The best way to show your support and share your thoughts is through comments, which I hope to see eventually. Type your constructed opinions and perspectives. Bring out any concern with your reading experience, and let me learn from your voice. And finally, this is fiction which is to read and enjoy. Please don't rule reality based on it. Have a great read here and when you encounter similar situations in real life, make sure to be wise and impartial in your judgment.

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"What a pity…" sighed Du Hang, trying his best to tear his eyes free of the beautiful sight.
"What pity?" asked Zhao Youyue.
"Han Leng is not living in the school dormitory. He has some off-site accommodation. I can only say that he's indeed a famous writer," replied Du Hang.
Zhao Youyue had not expected that. Still, Han Leng was indeed very famous now. He was the combination of Han Han and Guo Jingming of the other world. It would not be too surprising for him to rent a high-grade apartment outside. He would have the space, time and peace to write.
After all, Han Leng was not here to make friends. Friends were just as useful as studying. They all served no purpose. However, walking within the halls of a university may grant him some inspiration for a new book…
Most importantly, Lady Zhao had chosen this university, and this department. Thus, Han Leng had followed suit, knowing full well that it would not make any progress on his attempts to distance himself from her.
Han Leng finally decided to maintain just the right distance. Give the Lady her space, do not get her suspicious, do not get her annoyed. That would all be enough.
Many people had seen Zhao Youyue and Du Hang having a long chat. They noticed such a scene, not because of Zhao Youyue, but Du Hang the loner.
The heterogeneous Du Hang would always get noticed due to his extreme, lone ranger vibe. This was the other extreme of being distinct.
Undoubtedly, such people did not seek for attention by this manner. If one ever yearned for attention, they could always turn to move conventional methods like talents, academics, appearance, etc.
Du Hang's appearance was by not means ugly. Girls would never turn him away. It was then - people started noticing a girl walking beside him…
Huh... This girl... She seems to be from our class as well.. Wait.. What was her name?
Think damnit, think… Oh, Her name is Zhao Youyue!
Wait… Why did we not notice her during the self-introduction session? She's such a cute and beautiful, pure-looking girl. She's a natural beauty, we don't even see a speck of makeup on her face! She has the right to look down on us, right?
Shocked! Why is there such a beautiful girl hiding in the class? Why did I subconsciously ignore her just now? Who is she to that loner? Are they actually a couple?
Many students in the class finally noticed Zhao Youyue, only because they had noticed Du Hang first. Such thoughts started emerging in their heads.
The over friendly Zhang Xiang could not help speaking to Han Leng, "Master Han Leng, I just only realized that He Weiwei's not the only beauty in class, we actually have one of those natural beauties here! She really seems very simple and honest. Such a girl would be easy pickings, right? I hope she's not already taken by Du Hang…"
Han Leng had been avoiding making eye contact with Zhao Youyue. He was afraid that he would not be able to hide his guilt. He still very much regretted his impulsive behavior before the college entrance exams. He feared that he had already ruined Lady Zhao's reputation. Ever since that incident, he did not even have the guts to face her. The desire of inviting her to the independent bookstore where they could share their mutual love for bookstore at him. But he had fought his other self with tooth and nail to hold himself back.
Another girl might consider him a cold, violent maniac. Who the heck breaks all ties due to the slightest of disagreements?
However, Zhao Youyue would never go that far. She was not even bothered about anything that happened right before the college entrance exam, as she had been lost in the Xu Jing character card. That girl had possessed Lady Zhao, turning her into a studious freak. She had no extra energy to be concerned about the chaos on the internet.
By the time the college entrance exams ended, all the hype had died down. Zhao Youyue had turned her attention over to the "Two Dimensional Gate." She had placed a lot of effort into shaping the iconic character card - Jane Doe Su. To an extent, she had almost entirely disassociated herself from reality.
She had not jumped to conclusions when Han Leng fell silent. She had only believed that he had been focused on the writing of his new book…
Now that Zhang Xiang had brought her up, Han Leng took the opportunity to finally gaze at Zhao Youyue. He forced himself to remain calm and stiffly turned towards her. He spotted her walking beside a guy who was exuding a solitude and rotten sense. Lady Zhao was doing more listening than anything else. She had always been a silent listener. That guy did not seem to be running out of words anytime now.
Han Leng did not like what he was seeing, even though he knew just how ice cold Lady Zhao was. She only seemed to be approachable on the surface. Males should be of no interest to her. Even so, Han Leng could not completely convince himself of that.
Just as he got nervous with himself, he quickly shook the thought away. "What rights do I have to deserve her anyway?"
Besides, if Zhao Youyue had really fallen in love with someone, he would be somewhat relieved. He could finally move on.
Bookish youths like Han Leng admired such girls the most. Stubborn, unobtainable girls who went about their own path. Falling in love with him would actually be a disappointment. Everything he had thought he knew about her would shatter. Her falling in love with him would quickly kill off his interest.
How unreasonable and irrational these talented writers were. Han Leng loved the Goddess who did not love anyone, forever independent. Du Hang wanted "real things." He considered 90% of the relationships between couples to be fake.
Of course Han Leng would be a loner. No girl could get close to him, and the one girl he actually admired would lose her charm if she actually reciprocated his feelings. Du Hang was another loner. He disdained pleasing others. Beautiful girls were nothing in his eyes, only shards of fake images that he had already deconstructed in his mind. The perfect, genuine girls only appeared in his writings. Of course, if such a girl actually existed in reality, she would live a most painful existence.
Writers truly loved such scenarios. Reality was imperfect. Reality had no girls for them to take. Thus, their pens could create girls of their own.
Ordinary folk would most certainly consider these eccentric thoughts to be that of a loser in denial. They had no girl to call their own, thus they could only fantasize. What a pity…
This was exactly why they were ordinary people, not writers.
Of course, most writers just ordinary folk. They only treated writing as an occupation. But they were not living. They were merely existing, even if they wrote well; even if their income reached six digits, seven, or seventy.


An introverted girl has had enough of the isolation inadvertently formed by her solitary nature. Things changed when she discovers that she has the ability to transverse across the fabric of our universe into the dimensions of multiple storylines. Not only do these storylines leave her with invaluable lessons - they also impart a portion of their power - if she is deserving of it. The time has come for Zhao Youyue to change her fate. Never again, will she remain as a Side-Character!

I know the topic today is quite alluring.. Right?If you don't think so please kindly go to hell.... No just kidding[ 8-)(^_-)] You know what ? Reading Mangas has been a very good pass time for me... As for you I think it's same... Right? The time when I read Mangas have become a major part of my day. I m a full Manga otaku you can say.
I know some of you people are also Manga otakus. Not only this... I can tell the 80% reading this may be  Manga otakus . I love reading Mangas ... Doesn't matter what ever gerne it is... As long as it's interesting I can cope up with it... And yeah the art should be good. But I think some of the Manga stories are no less dramatic than the drama we see in TV and think 'what shit is this? '. So I also think that some Mangas really have a stupid plot and I found out that I have been reading them for a while now and also can't help but love reading them...
You know the level of addiction is so high that whenever I switch on my phone I can't help but open the apps where I read Mangas and see if there is any update... And you know I have so many mangas in collections that I get 10 to 12  update notifications every day. My hands doesn't listen to me and taps on the app to open it.... My mind be like 'check, check... There should be an update'
And also recently I m like 'all the things can go to hell, I'm busy reading my mangas.'
And yes I'm a student... You know 'student'
And it's a biggest threat to me that I can't read mangs which costs money.... You know I'm poor... I don't get pocket money. Because my parents buy things for me I don't... And if I go and tell them that I want money to read comics... Do you think they'll be keeping me alive? And also I'm not so unfilial that I'll waste my parents' hard earned money on my luxury. T-T
But I also think the authors and the artists should be paid for their hard work. They should be paid. They deserve it. Not everyone is sitting at a high post and getting a huge salary for doing nothing. I think if they can get salary by lazing around. Artists can also be paid for their artwork... Drawing a Manga is not easy... You need a lot of talent and skills to draw a whole Manga... And also don't swear at the artist or writers for not publishing their stories frequently. They have other things to do too... Like showering sleeping and other business... They can't sit at one place all the time and draw or write. They need rest too. 
Last but not the least 
Respect the artist and the writers 
They write for entertaining you and you should pay for their services when you're enjoying them. If you don't have money that's a different thing but you can't complain about the locked chapters. 
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Five stars to all the authors, writers and artists
And mee too... I'm a author you know? ;-)

An online diary of the author pen named 'last breath' on the things she loves.

May we all be blessed with longevity?

Though thousands of miles apart, we are still able to share the beauty of the moon together?

Zhang Ye had already finished reciting his poem, but the sound lingered on. Everyone present seemed to have their goosebumps explode. They were momentarily silent! The entire auditorium was echoing with the sound from the microphone!

With the poem unleashed, it shocked the entire auditorium!

Meng Dongguo was already stunned when he heard half of it!

Big Thunder, Zheng Anbang, Little Red Mushroom and the other Writers' Association’s Teachers were dumbfounded!

Even without mentioning them, one could tell just by observing the atmosphere in the auditorium. Everyone in the audience had turned silent. Even the host, Zhang Huo, was at a loss for words while holding onto the microphone. The female host, Sung Mengjie, was even worse. She stared straight ahead and did not even realize that her hand had lost its grip on the microphone. Only when it issued a heavy thud on the red-carpeted floor of the podium did she come around. Following this, the souls of the people returned to their empty bodies, as if they had just crawled down from the moon in Zhang Ye's poem!

Wow!

Shouts immediately exploded!

"Good poem!"

"What the f***!"

"Heavens! What did I just hear!"

"The pen of God! The pen of God!"

"Too awesome! This poem is enough to explode!"

Some people could not help but stand up and applaud loudly!

Director Zhao Guozhou and Wang Xiaomei were stunned!

Big Sis Zhou exclaimed, "What a good melody poem! Teacher Little Zhang really created it on the spot? Oh, my God! Oh, my Buddha! Oh, my Guanyin Bodhisattva! Oh, my Jesus! Oh, my Heavens!" She believed in quite a few religions, as there were all sorts of variations. "That ‘The Song of the Stormy Petrel’ was made on the spot. ‘Flying Bird and Fish’ and ‘A Generation’ were also improvised on the spot. ‘See Me or Not’ was also written there and then. This is also written at the last minute? How could this be possible!? What sort of brain does Teacher Little Zhang have!?"

Wow!

It was unknown who gave the first applause! Thunderous applause!

This was not an analogous description! It was really like thunder! The entire auditorium's ceiling seemed to have been blown away! Other than applause, nothing else could be heard!

What was good about this melody poem? Many laymen might not be able to tell what was good about it, but they knew that it was definitely good.

Only Meng Dongguo, Zheng Anbang and company knew what realm this melody poem had reached. This was written too well. It revolved around the thoughts and imagination that opened up due to the Mid-Autumn's moon. It embodied the joys and sorrows of the world into a philosophical pursuit of the meaning of life and the universe!

When will the moon be clear and bright? With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the clear sky.

In the heavens on this night, I wonder what season it would be?

Almost every word was classic. Each word had a charm to it. Some of the words even needed to be repeated several times to gain an understanding of the profound meaning behind it! For example, the sentence, "ride the wind to return home"? Why was the word "return" used? A few people from the Writers' Association did not understand the first time that they heard it. Only as they heard to the end did they slowly understand. The word "return" was the finishing touch. It expressed how the original author, Zhang Ye, was in fact not treating himself as a mortal of this world. He treated himself as an immortal that had detached from the world; hence, he needed to "return" to the immortal palace, and not “go” to the immortal palace. It sounded insolent, but this melody poem's essence, energy and spirit had suddenly broke the confines of this world, and had raised the bar by more than one grade! Coupled with the ending sentence, the dozen or so Teachers and authors from the Writers' Association were too shocked for words!

Zhang Ye?

Who was he?

What sort of person is he!?

Other than Meng Dongguo and Little Red Mushroom understanding Zhang Ye a bit more, the other Teachers from the Writers' Association did not know this person. They had never even heard of him; hence, they were so shocked. How could a person that could write such a melody poem be some nobody? How could he be a rookie that they had never heard of? Furthermore, these people had prepared for the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet for several days, while this person was called out onto the stage! He did not even have time to prepare! Just this alone! No one present felt that they could do it themselves! What’s more, he produced such a shockingly great melody poem!

When did the realm of poetry have such an awesome person!?

Two minutes. The applause lasted for two minutes before it ended!

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

Finally, loud cries began to shout out in unison. Many people were calling out Zhang Ye's name, cheering him on and encouraging him. They were backing him!

Why?

It was because Meng Dongguo was too much of a bully!

He had publicly invalidated Zhang Ye? And even said that he was an amateur? And even called him out to get him onstage for a showdown? And even wanted to find his faults, so as to show everyone how to write a poem? Don't forget that this was Beijing Radio Station. It was Zhang Ye's unit. Everyone was a bit angry that their colleague had been bullied! Hence, seeing Zhang Ye coming up with such a magical and godlike poem in an impressive fashion, everyone seemed like they were on stimulants as they cheered him on. Although they were cheering on Zhang Ye's name on the surface, they were in fact trampling on Meng Dongguo, Big Thunder and company!

Deputy Station Head Jia's face turned black. He stood up to clap his hands. This was a live broadcast. What were they doing!?

Seeing the station's Leader's attitude, everyone stopped shouting and began to sit down one after another. They were all waiting to see the commotion that was to follow!

The host, Zhang Huo, managed to come around and speak. As he drew in his breath, he asked, "Teacher Zhang Ye, what is the name of this melody poem? Can you tell us?"

Zhang Ye smiled. "It's called ‘Shuidiao Getou’.”

Sun Mengjie said, "I already do not know how to evaluate it. I'm a layperson and do not understand melody poems much. However, with me dropping the microphone without realizing it, you should know how much I love this poem. Really, I love this poem to death. Its words are beautiful to an extreme!"

Zhang Ye was a person who did not fear stirring up chaos in the world. He immediately said, "It's alright. You are a layperson, but there are many experts on-site. They are professional Teachers from the Writers' Association." Turning his head, he looked towards Meng Dongguo and Big Thunder. Both of them had already returned to their seats when Zhang Ye recited his poem; however, Zhang Ye was able to find them with a glance. "Teacher Meng, Teacher Big Thunder... Previously, the both of you said my works have no literary value. Previously, you have also said I might not be good at writing poems. Yes, I admit I'm a beginner and an amateur. I shall modestly ask you Teachers for advice to please help me improve my level. Can you advise me on this poem?"

Zhang Huo nearly burst out laughing.

Sun Mengjie was also at a loss as to whether to laugh or to cry.

Upon hearing this, Big Thunder nearly vomited a mouthful of blood. He nearly cursed his mother. Your granduncle! I advise you, my ass!

Find a problem? Find faults? I haven't even fully understood the melody poem's complete meaning! Where can I find fault with it!? Although he was unrelenting and was angry, most of this anger came from being embarrassed. To be fair, Big Thunder had no choice but to admit that Zhang Ye's poem was flawlessly perfect. Not even them, probably no one could pick a fault with it. Zhang Ye had trampled on them!

Meng Dongguo was even more direct. He stood beside a youth from the Writers' Association and whispered with his head down. It was as if he was discussing the poem and had pretended not to hear Zhang Ye's words.

Everyone who had called him out no longer made a noise!

Against such a dazzling poem, they had no means of making a noise!

Upon seeing this, Zhang Ye also felt it was meaningless. There was no need to say anything more. He had already expressed himself using his work. Furthermore, it was a live broadcast, with many listeners listening into it. It was not good for him to say so much, as it was easy to make a mistake with too many words. It would make himself seem agitated. Although anyone could tell that those words were Zhang Ye's way of fighting back, what he said was without fault. He had admitted to being an amateur and had asked for advice as a newcomer. No one could speak ill of that. Hence, he passed the microphone back to the host and prepared to go offstage.

Zhang Huo was actually quite warm-hearted, "Teacher Zhang, although we are in the second poetry appreciation segment, it is still part of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet. Your poem will definitely be voted upon by netizens. Do you want to canvass for votes for yourself?"

Zhang Ye turned around and smiled. "It's alright. There's no need."

No need to canvass for votes? Meng Dongguo and company had all canvassed for votes, but you don't need to?

Zhang Huo did not understand what Zhang Ye's attitude was and could only respect his idea.

Meng Dongguo, who was below the stage, squinted his eyes slightly upon hearing this. He was not canvassing for votes? It was alright, even if he canvassed for votes. He believed that he was guaranteed to receive first place.

There were two reasons. Firstly, he also felt that his poem was very good. He did not believe that his "Thoughts of a Rainy Mid-Autumn Night" was in any way inferior to Zhang Ye's "Shuidao Getou". He felt that it was one of the best Mid-Autumn works that he had created in recent years. Secondly, he had the advantage of time. Meng Dongguo was the first person to recite his poem at the Poetry Meet. It began at 12 noon and ended at 2 P.M. There were two hours, so the longer the program went after your poem was presented, the more people there were to vote for you. There was no dispute. This was also the reason why Meng Dongguo had arranged to be the first to present a poem. As the Beijing Writers’ Association's Vice President, and a leader of the capital's poetry industry, he could not even show his face if he got second place for this sort of competition. He and the radio station had at least done their best to make sure that he would be the champion. If not, Meng Dongguo would probably not have participated in it, as it would affect his prestige.

But what about Zhang Ye?

Now, it was already 1.30 P.M. That was to say, Zhang Ye had barely half an hour left!

Even if the netizens and listeners liked his poem and voted for him, how many votes could they cast? It definitely could not exceed the votes for Meng Dongguo. Hence, he believed the championship title was likely in the bag!

Other people also shared his thoughts.

For example, Big Thunder and Little Red Mushroom had the same thoughts. Although they knew that Zhang Ye's melody poem was well-written, it had no chance of becoming the champion. It was also quite impossible for him to enter the top three. How many votes could one garner in 20+ minutes? The other people already had more than ten thousand votes. It was already not bad if Zhang Ye could get into the top ten! When the results were out, people would not care about the procedure or that there wasn't enough voting time. They only looked at the final outcome. When the top three was dominated by people from the Writers' Association and Zhang Ye was ranked beyond third place, then it was a way for the Writers' Association team that Meng Dongguo led to save their face!

Ah, alright!

Your melody poem this time had a lot of literary value to it!

We acknowledge that your melody poem was indeed very good!

But so what? Aren't you still ranked behind us? In the end, everyone will still see that you are inferior to us professional Teachers from a professional body like the Writers' Association!

Scholars tended to be more stubborn. There may have been some small conflicts at the beginning, but as the situation worsened, neither side would agree to back down. Anyway, they were going to go forceful on Zhang Ye! This was probably the clash between their orthodox background as Teachers of the Writers' Association and Zhang Ye, a half-past-six unorthodox "amateur" that wrote supernatural stories, fairy tales and poems! They would not give up until they beat the other party into submission!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

A warm sunny day in L.A, Jim is wearing a nice white shirt with a jeans paired with a Nike white shoes, and a sunglasses. Pulling up his car from the garage on the way in his rehearsal for the 3rd season of the popular sitcom in the U.S "The Big Bang Theory". 

Parking in his spot. Walking to the studio, saying "hi" to some crews and to his co workers that he passed by. 

"Good Morning Jim!" said Amanda (his P.A/ manager) 

"Good Morning too Amanda!" Jim said 

"Here is the new script for episode 22, and table read will be in 5 mins." said Amanda 

"Oh ok, thank you, I am gonna go down stairs" Jim said 

Jim walking out of his dressing room, going downstairs for the table reading, holding his coffee while scrolling through Instagram. 

"Jim! How's Last Night??" Johnny asked 

"Ohhh hahahaha, I still have a little hung over but I can still do my job" Jim replied 

"You boys really go to the Bar Last Night Huh??" Kaley sits in the conversation 

"Well, My head hurts and I wanna sleep so badly. Then yeah we did go to the bar" Johnny replied 

"hahahaha nice one Johnny. You should've seen Simon Last Night, he was drunk as hell, he started dancing in the table" Jim said 

"People enough chit chat, we'll start our table read in a minute" Bill Prady walked in front of them and said 

"You Guys need to tell me all later" Kaley said 

"Hahahaha you really are a curious cat" Jim teases her 

The Cast, producers, director and guest stars are sitting on the table 
"Is everyone in here?" mark asked 
Simon and Kunal both rushes too their seats, both wearing shades, and clothes still messed up 

"We're here!!" they both said 

"Sorry we are late, the traffic was horrible" Simon said 

"Yeah" Kunal added 

"Oh ok "If you say so", but next time please don't be late on table read, cause we only do this once in every episode" Mark replied
 
"Sorry Mark, it wont happen next time" Simon replied 

"Yeah we are so sorry" Kunal added 
"Ok lets begin" Chuck said 

After an hour they finished their table read, rehearsals begins..... 

"And that's a cut!! That's for this morning people, lets continue this afternoon", Director Mark announced 

"Nice one people, that was a good rehearsal" Johnny said too the group 

"Simon buddy you good?" Jim asked 

"No I am not good, my head still hurts because of hangover last night. But thanks for asking Jim" Simon replied 

"I told you boys not to go to the bar on Sundays cause we will have rehearsal on Mondays" Penny said 

"Yeah, yeah Kaley, we know" Kunal replied
 
"Jim, can you come to the writers room for a min?" Bill interrupts 

"Oooooohhhhhhh!!!!!!" the group teases 

*Jim stares in confusement* "Um ok Bill" Jim replied 

Jim entered the writers room, there he found Chuck, Mark, Steve and Bill 

"Um why am I here?" Jim asked 

"Jim we are here to tell you, that your character Sheldon will have a love partner in the next season but she will be introduce in the last episode for this season" Chuck said 

"Technically a potential love partner" Steve added 

"We are having auditions this Friday, and as your character Sheldon played by you, we would like that you will be present during the auditions, so that you can find the one woman you can feel connection or chemistry for your character Sheldon" Bill added 

"Oh well sure! Um this will be great for the show and for Sheldon too!! I will be present in the audition" Jim replied 

"Ok nice!! we will see you then in Friday for the auditions" Mark said 

Jim got out to the writers office and walked to his dressing room... 

Days passed by and its Friday the cast only had final rehearsals on the morning cause there would be audition in the afternoon.... 
Jim is walking to the writers room where the audition would take place, holding papers that has the list of auditions, and scrolling through Instagram. Then suddenly 

*Bumps himself in another person* 

"Ouch!" 
"Ah!" 

*papers scattered to the floor* 

"Miss I am so sorry *helping the lady stand up* Are you ok---" Jim stops as he gaze and look upon the beauty of the lady 

"Oh! its ok, you should probably look on where you are going" the lady said 

Jim found himself in a situation he couldn't expect, he kept on staring on the eye of the lady examining how her green eyes dazzle as he looked upon it. 

"Um, Excuse me? Sir?" the lady said snapping him out 

"Ohhh, um-um-um I am very sorry" Jim replied nervous to her 

"Jim the audition will be starting" Amanda pulled him to the room 

As he walks away the image of the woman pictured in his mind. The Auditions went by, there are so many who auditioned and all of them has a potential. But Jim doesn't find himself and his character Sheldon having chemistry with the people who auditioned that passed by. 

"Bill how many more people will auditioned?" Jim asked 

"Only 5 more Jim, You didn't find any potential partner for Sheldon?" Bill asked 
Jim just shooked his head and sighs 

"Ok next person come in" Steve said 
Jim didn't handle his patience, because throughout the audition he kept on think about the lady he just met. Until he didn't handle it and stood up 

"Chuck you all can finish the audition I am gonna go cause I feel sick and you all can pick whom ever you all would like to be the partner of Sheldon" Jim said 

"Oh ok Jim, If you say so" Chuck replied 

He turns his back until 

"Last person please come in" Chuck announced 

He saw the woman who is pictured in his mind entering the room like an angel walking, holding a script. He sat back down in his sit, and just keep on staring on her like a goddess he just cant resist to look away. Chuck and the others are confused 

"Jim I thought you are leaving cause your sick??" Chuck asked 

he didn't hear them because of his focus on the lady 

"Jim?? JIM??" Steve snapped him out 

"Oh oh oh, well this is the last isn't it. I changed my mind, I think I am gonna stay for this last one cause we need a partner don't we?" Jim replied 

"Oh yes we do , Ok lets proceed" Chuck replied 

"Hi Everyone! I am Mayim Bialik, 30 years old, and I am a Jew. I have a PhD in neuroscience, from UCLA." 

"Oh that is impressive Ms. Bialik, now lets proceed to the screen test" Mark said 
Jim just stared at her and didn't said a word, he watched her in the screen for the screen test. He couldn't really explain what is happening to him 

"Ok that is good Mayim, we will call you back if you are in job" Chuck said 

"Ok, thank you all for your time" Mayim replied 

Jim watched her as he exited the writers room and as the door shut. he gain his consciousness back in the real world. 

"So Jim do you have someone in mind?" Chuck asked 

"I have, I want Mayim Bialik to play as the potential lover for Sheldon Cooper" Jim said 

"Oh so Mayim Bialik it is!" Chuck replied 

"Great when are we gonna start working?" Jim asked eagerly 

"Whoa, really eager Jim. Do you like her??" Chuck asked with confusion and interest 
"What? No of course not, I am just excited for Sheldon to have a partner, hopefully she would be good for Sheldon" Jim replied nervously but kept the coolness 

"Oh she will be in our last episode table read and also rehearsals" Chuck replied 
"Great! Well gotta go I Still have dinner with some friends" Jim replied 

Jim walks out the writers room still cant stop thinking of Mayim 

"So that's her name, "Mayim" what a unique and beautiful name" Jim said to himself with a little smirk on his face

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