this is a collection of some of my poems. some of the poems are about love, life, unrequited love, sorrow, loneliness, and more. I hope you can enjoy of my collection of poems and I hope I can transmit the emotions that the poems are supposed to give.

Just some poems I wrote because poems help us heal. And vent.

The Book of Poems... But Instead Called Poems of Blossom
Brought to you by and written by a thirteen year old...
Be prepared to be surprised and...
Yes this is a book full of poems.

A book of poems that I made for fun. Each poem is different so if you dislike one then just know there are many different types. The newest poems are better then the older poems.

Some Poems/Short Stories I will write on my free time. It'll mostly be poems. Any type of poem. You might like them, you might not. Criticise if I do anything wrong. I might use a title out of the comments to name some poems.

Giving out the collection of poems was not a sure-win method. After all, the King's Studies scholars could say that it was fabricated.
Even if the production of the books exceeded that of the Luniverse's capabilities, no matter whether it was the binding or the printing, they both exceeded the imagination of the scholars. Many people did not understand how this was possible, but were amazed nonetheless. Then, they partially believed its contents.
People were like this. They had a blind trust in things they had never seen before, but seemed very impressive. Thus, Lu Shu was not worried that everyone would not believe this.
But fans could not be defeated with just one item. True fans of the King of Gods would argue against even undeniable truths. All these were part of the plan that targeted the old King of Gods and the King's Studies scholars. 
The book presented a full rejection of the poems written by the old King of Gods and his academic achievements. In general, all the poems they could think of were indicated under different sources and authors in this book.
Was this accusing the old King of Gods of plagiarising? Who was so daring as to accuse the old King of Gods?!
No, it was not possible. This must be slander! 
To Lu Shu, he did not care whether the King's Studies scholars believed this. No matter what, he had to do this.
In the past, who did he admire? Was it the tycoons who were very rich? No.
Was it Nie Ting, who had absolute power? No.
Was it Shi Xuejin, who stepped into the master realm with one step? No.
He most admired the brave people who started fights with fans of mainstream celebrities.
They were called such because they had many fans, right? At this moment, if someone spoke badly of them, thousands of people would surround them in minutes. Then, they would attack the perpetrator continuously.
Back then, Lu Shu saw that someone had been surrounded and attacked for one week. He sighed with emotion… the person being attacked was so lucky…
But he was not willing to provoke and hurl insults at others for no reason. If he did not even have the moral values to not do this, he did not know what kind of person he would become.
There were times when evil deeds and intentions were like ant hills on a dam. At first, they did not seem like much but as they accumulated, they would cause the entire dam to collapse.
Till today, Lu Shu was able to stick to his true self, not because he had high moral standards, but because he was determined enough.
But now, it was different. Who was the old King of Gods? He was!
No matter whether it was shaming celebrities or ordinary people, Lu Shu did not want to do it. But was there any problem with shaming himself? Of course not!
No matter how vast the world was, was anyone able to stop him from shaming himself? No!
At this moment, Lu Shu did not feel any moral pressure. He even felt as if he was digging up a treasure. Lu Shu had never felt so relaxed. He even felt like laughing!
Lu Shu pondered. No matter whether the old King of Gods had never expected this day to come, or whether he had prepared for this in his previous life, he was very grateful that the old King of Gods had painstakingly copied all the poems…
No. He was thanking himself. This way, he would have less emotional burden…
Thus, no matter whether the people believed that the old King of Gods did not copy the poems, or whether they believed Lu Shu, they would all provide distress points for Lu Shu.
Those who believed the old King of Gods would think that Lu Shu was a troll who tainted the name of the old King of Gods.
This was like shaming mainstream celebrities. His fans would provide Lu Shu with many distress points.
On the other hand, those who believed Lu Shu would provide the old King of Gods with distress points. In the end, Lu Shu would also earn the points.
This mysterious historical background had helped Lu Shu create the perfect condition of harming himself to benefit himself!
There was a moment where Lu Shu felt that this was too perfect. If someone had not deliberately planned this, it would seem fake. Lu Shu had never encountered such an appropriate way to earn distress points. Thus, Lu Shu suspected that the old King of Gods had planned this.
He might have predicted that this day would come. Then, he left behind a perfect way to earn distress points for himself.
Of course, Lu Shu was not planning to think about this. He only needed the King's Studies scholars to spread this information.
These King's Studies scholars were like influential people on Earth. The information they spread would immediately become the center of attention in the Luniverse. Then, Lu Shu would be able to earn enough distress points to light up the entire sixth level of nebula and reach the seventh level!
When Lu Shu thought about this, he burst with joy!
The three speakers were furious when they saw Lu Shu laughing. "Young man, what are you laughing at!"
At this moment, Lu Shu reacted and looked at them. "Don't panic. Everyone will get one book. I will pass it to you later."
The old men were speechless.
At that moment, everyone fixed their gazes upon Lu Shu. Everyone held the book and looked helplessly at one another. Someone passed the book to the three old men. They took a look and flew into a rage. "Boy, you are very daring!"
"You dare to taint the name of the old King of Gods? Are you not afraid that you will be punished?!"
"Someone, come and take him away! Take away all the books!"
Among the three of them, some of them were furious, while the others panicked.
Those who were furious were devout fans of the old King of Gods. They could not stand others tainting his name.
Those who panicked were worried about their interests. They existed to analyze the poems written by the old King of Gods, as well as his state of mind and thought process when he was writing. In the end, someone said that the poems were not actually written by the old King of Gods. What was this called? This was called stealing their livelihood! 
There was no doubt that the poems were unparalleled in brilliance, but without the political background, they did not have the favor of the aristocrats. Many people started to analyze the King's Studies to curry favor with the old King of Gods. They were simply opportunistic.
Now that these poems had nothing to do with the old King of Gods, how would the King's Studies scholars survive?
Thus, his first reaction was to control the effect of this situation. He could not allow this to spread!
But the moment the guard of the Peach Garden Association moved, he was knocked out by Lu Shu's sword energy. He was no match for Lu Shu.
When the old men saw this, they were dumbfounded. "Who are you?"
They had not fully understood the situation. Lu Shu was not the only one in the Luniverse who could use sword energy. There were many families who specialized in swordplay outside the Sword Hut.
Just as Lu Shu was about to answer, there was a sudden commotion outside. It was as if people were about to charge indoors.
Lu Shu suddenly had an unpleasant premonition. This was his most perfect plan. He could not possibly be cursed, right?!


Magical energy has come to this world; Lu Shu could only stare as one powerhouse after another appear.

Looking at his own peculiar ability, he exhaled a breath of cold air.

Dog balls!

...

This is a story of how Lu Shu used poisonous chicken soup to become the Demon King

Translator Synopsis:

This is the story of an orphan, Lu Shu. He is not any regular orphan, but a metahuman experiencing the changes in himself, his country and the world during the dawn of the magical era. Watch as Lu Shu embarks on a journey to hone his peculiar abilities together with his sister, the adorable and charismatic Lu Xiaoyu. Along the way, they’ll encounter supernatural events, obstacles and even the most powerful people in their country. How will Lu Shu make the best of his abilities and oust his never-ending list of rivals and opponents?

Seiji had begun receiving love letters every day ever since the second week after transferring into Genhana High School.
Most girls had only sent him only one love letter, but there were a few that had sent him multiple ones.
And among the few that sent him multiple letters, there was only one girl who had sent him a love letter every single day.
According to Chiaki’s definition, this girl’s love letters were the first type. All the envelopes were light purple, and the letters were written on pure white paper. None of the letters were particularly long, but it was obvious each one contained the girl’s emotions. The handwriting was also beautiful.
There was only one word written for the signature—"Purple."
At first, Seiji had wondered what type of girl "Purple" might be, but he didn’t pay it a great deal of thought.
Due to everything that had happened in the previous few days, he even forgot about it.
Until this moment.
When he was taken here to this corner and met this purple-haired beauty for the first time, he instinctively realized that... this girl must be "Purple."
A slight breeze was blowing, causing the leaves to rustle.
The girl’s dark purple hair was swaying gently in the wind.
She simply stood there with both hands clasped in front of her as she smiled lightly.
Her beautiful eyes were almost the exact same light purple as the envelopes she used. They looked deep and watery and the pupils flashed and reflected flickering shadows. This, combined with her thin crescent eyelashes and pink lips arced upwards in a faint smile, caused Seiji to think of a line from an unknown poem from somewhere: "Playing with lowered eyelashes and a faint smile amongst the shadows."
She was beautiful, regal, and the epitome of a classic beauty.
Just her physical appearance alone was worthy of the nickname "Princess."
While Seiji was unfamiliar with her personality, he believed that her level of beauty was definitely equal to Natsuya’s.
"Hello, pleased to meet you, Harano-san." The purple-haired beauty bowed slightly towards him. "My name is Yukari Asamiya, from Year 1, Class 3."
Yukari?
This was a popular name in Japan in his previous world, and he faintly recalled that the female lead of some classical anime seemed to have this name as well. This name... that was probably one of the reasons for her signature of "Purple."
"Hello." Seiji looked directly at her. "Asamiya-san... are you ‘Purple?’"
"Indeed." Yukari stood up straight and smiled at him. "I’m ‘Purple,’ as you surmised."
"It’s easy to guess after meeting you." Seiji also smiled. "Your eyes, your hair, and your name... all these hints are too obvious."[1]
Yukari’s smile grew wider.
"I really love purple... if people’s lives had colors, then mine would surely be purple."
"That sounds quite poetic."
"Really? I said it rather casually... Harano-san, do you like poems?"
Seiji thought of Shika Kagura upon hearing this.[2] "I don’t understand poems too much, but I admire their beauty."
Yukari blinked upon hearing this. "I’m not familiar with poems either, but I don’t know why... my classmates all seem to think that I love reading poems and so on."
"Is it that you actually don’t like them?"
A momentary silence fell between them.
Then, both of them broke out into laughter.
Seiji chuckled. "Sorry, but I can understand why your classmates would think that way. The way you seem... is just like a classy lady who would enjoy reading poems or classical works and the like." 
"It’s not good to judge people by appearances, Harano-san. I’m not that type at all." Yukari also chuckled. "I don’t enjoy poems, nor do I read classics, and I’m definitely not a classy lady or anything."
"Eh... but you definitely have that aura about you."
"I don’t feel so... maybe it’s thanks to my upbringing that my actions appear that way. I had a strict family education." Yukari toyed with her hair.
Seiji felt that this tiny action was rather charismatic.
"Princess..." he understood already why people referred to her as such, but she herself was... a bit different from what he had imagined.
Well, that was normal.
It would be abnormal if the well-known nicknames in this school were completely accurate!
"Harano-san..."
Yukari looked directly into Seiji’s eyes.
"This is your first time meeting me. As for me... I’ve already been watching you for quite some time."
Yukari’s cheeks began to flush slightly red.
The atmosphere just earlier had been normal, but now it suddenly seemed a bit romantic.
Seiji felt himself tensing up slightly.
He was nervous.
"I’ve always been watching you in silence, and writing letters to you. These are my single-sided feelings... I apologize for making you deal with my selfishness. Now... I’ve finally worked up the courage to meet you in person to get to know you."
The purple-haired girl took a deep breath.
Her white face was now completely red, and her watery eyes were filled with attractive colors.
It was coming.
Seiji knew what was coming and mentally prepared himself.
But he was still nervous... of course he was! He had never had such an experience!!
The only experience he had with being confessed to was by Hoshi... No, no, that definitely didn’t count! Forget it! Hurry up and forget about that!!
This was his true first time in either life of his that he was being confessed to!
"Perhaps this is selfish of me to say as well, but I... still want to say that... I-I like you!"
A metaphorical fastball.
A mega-powerful fastball struck Seiji in the chest like a cannon shot!
He had wanted to catch it.
But as a catcher, he severely lacked both experience and ability! It was only natural that he missed.
"I like you..."
He had heard it personally from a girl... these words imbued with many passionate feelings of youth.
This was when Seiji discovered for the first time just how powerful these words could be!
"I’d like to be together with you, chat with you, date with you, and... do various things together with you..."
Yukari was still looking directly at Seiji.
Even though Seiji could tell that she was quite shy about all this, she remained firm and maintained her regal bearing and resolution as she honestly and directly told him her feelings.
Seiji really wanted to avert his gaze in order to hide his own emotions, but he was moved by her resolution, so he could only look directly at her as well.
It was just like a duel.
No, this was a duel! This girl had worked up her maximum amount of courage to completely attack the boy she liked directly, heart and soul!
"I... imagined many things by myself. I want to turn those dreams of mine into reality. I... would like to become someone important to you..."
The girl’s body began trembling.
It was as if something within her had reached its limit.
She took another deep breath.
Seiji almost felt like he wanted to run away at this moment!
It was easy for even him to tell just how deep her feelings accumulated over all this time must have been.
The final blow was coming.
"Please... please go out with me!! Please be my boyfriend!!!"
Her eyes shone incredibly brightly as tears trickled down her face.
Her face was so red that he could almost see the blood beneath her skin.
But even so, her eyes didn’t waver one bit from him.
She kept looking directly into the handsome boy’s eyes.
She completely revealed her true feelings for him to see.
She fully expressed those passionate fiery feelings of hers.
This moment etched itself deeply into Seiji’s mind, and even heart!
There would always be some moments of any person’s life that would be unforgettable even after several years or even dozens of years.
This scene was one of them.
That was how deep, how... beautiful to the point where it was impossible to forget.
Another breeze blew past them.
The tree leaves were rustling again, but Seiji couldn’t hear them.
He had received an impact far stronger than he was expecting, and his heart and soul were moved.
He slowly opened his mouth as he looked at the girl before him, his heart wavering.
"I..."
[1] [TL note: the first character in Yukari’s name is ‘purple.’ The second character in her name is ‘princess.‘]
[2] [TL note: Shika’s name means ‘poem.’]


Translator note: Apologies to the readers. This series is currently on hiatus. We ask for your understanding!
A 30-year-old Chinese NEET is reincarnated into the body of an otaku that choked to death on instant noodles. As he comes to grips with his new life, he realizes that this world is subtly different from Earth. The denizens of this world are far better looking, and this new world also possesses futuristic technology as well as mysterious Yin Yang masters! 
After reincarnating, he realized that he was endowed with a miraculous game-like system, which enables him to increase his own stats and transcend the limits of the human body. This system even has a game-breaking ability to save and load in real life!
In this new world that’s akin to a 2-D game, he just wants to enjoy life and head for a glorious future... However, he is quickly embroiled in a complex plot. Can he unlock his true potential and utilize his system to break the shackles that confine him and discover the truth about his previous body’s circumstances? 

Kang's POV
I tapped on the glass door of the store, waiting for Stan, as I put down all of the load in front of the locked door. "Yeah, yeah. Come on." Stan opened the locked glass door and picked up the loads with me....
Haru's POV
I stepped into the staff locker room and went to locker 67. I took my key from my sweatshirt and placed into the key-hole, and unlocking it. I pulled out an apron  that was hanging in the locker next to my name tag. I put my apron on from my neck and tied it the laces. I took my name tag and pinned at on my apron above my chest.  I hanged my bag in my locker and locked the locker.
I took my attendance at the staff room, and head back to the counter to do some paperwork. I sat down and grabbed a pen, started to do my paperwork. Sometimes, after finishing paperwork, i'll start writing some poems or story in a notebook that Miss Jade gave me. I finished my third paperwork, that's when Harold comes in. "Morning, Haru." He greeted me with a smile. "Coffee, Harold?" I held up his favorite mug while in the other hand was another mug for miss Jade. "Sure." Harold went into the staff room and slowly shuts the door behind him.
I opened the door to the break room. The coffee machine was just on the table, waiting to work again. Beside it was a box full of coffee packets. It took 40 minutes (20 minutes each coffee) to finish the coffee-making. I stepped out of the break room and straight to Miss Jade's room, across the hallway. "Good morning, Miss Jade!" I greeted cheerful at Miss Jade who was just typing out a letter for the millionaire who's funding our library. I put the mug on the table and slowly slides in front of her.
"Morning, Haru." She stopped and took a quick sip of her morning coffee. I was about to go out of the room "Wait!" She hesitated me from her table. "Is there anything wrong with your coffee?" I looked back at her, puzzled. "I have something to ask you..." She puts down her half-finished coffee back on the table. I sat on the chair in front of her. "Harold has been telling me about your poems..." She puts aside her laptop and looks me in the eyes.
"You see, middle-school students now are not like before. They like things with deeper meanings. As example, you know poems.  So, i'm writing a letter to our fund-er about a new section for poetry. And Harold told me you wrote good poems. I want to read them by the end of the day." Miss Jade declared about her intention. My jaw dropped, I put my hand at my mouth.
I was really speechless. Miss Jade wanted to see my poems, she would cringe! I need to write another one... So, she'll think I have developing it for years. "Yes! I'll bring my notebook, by the end of the day!" I flustered and ran for the door. 
----
"Harold! You have to help me!" I was begging Harold, he was standing at the photography section. "With what?" He rolled his eyes. "Poems! Miss Jade wants to see it." I was flipping out the pages to see all my poems that I wrote for the past 6 years. "So, your poems are great!" Harold tries to comfort me as he leans over the counter. "Let me see it." I handed my book to Harold.
"Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee."
"Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
"You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise."
"It's good you should show it to Miss Jade." He gave a thumbs up, it gave me courage about. I got up and snatch the book from him. 
CREAAKKK.
I slowly opened the door with it sounding really creepy. Miss Jade was playing with her hands... "Here you go, miss..." I handed the book.. "Thank you, Haru. I'll see you tomorrow then.."
I nodded..
[Ｔ．Ｂ．Ｃ]

Haru, Kang and Bryan starts their new life in Colombus with Alexie, a little girl that was adopted by them, entrusted by her late mother. Their life just got more interesting..

The entire hall fell silent.
Everyone was staring at Old Man Li. Their gazes were filled with disbelief.
In their impressions, Old Man Li was a very calm person!
Ever since the establishment of the country until now, he had experienced too many storms and seen many things. He naturally comprehended more things compared to others. His mental state was also one that would remain unflustered despite great waves.
At the very least, everyone on the scene today had never seen Old Man Li acting like this before. He had always been calm and tranquil as he dealt with things.
But today…
What was going on?
What was going on exactly?
What had happened for him to feel so shocked?
At this moment, Old Man Li's chest continued to heave as he panted. His face was in shades of green and red, there was a ruddy glow on his forehead. Even his hands were trembling; no one knew whether he was feeling joy or unhappiness…
"Scram!"
"I'm very healthy!"
A few medical staff thought that Old Man Li was suffering from a heart attack. They were so frightened that they immediately rushed over. However, Old Man Li furiously shouted at them. His voice was filled with vigor, causing all the medical staff to retreat due to fear.
Only after they retreated did they heave a sigh of relief.
Such an aura and given his appearance, it naturally wasn't a heart attack.
But what was wrong with him?
Why did he seem so crude?
"Old Li, what's going on? Is there a need…?"
"Look at this!"
"The words are crude and ugly, can it be that you are angered by the words? That shouldn't be the case...wait...what! These two poems? Wait...these two poems are classic poems, I…"
"Let me take a look. What's going on exactly? Ah…? This poem!"
"Am I dreaming?"
A piece of normal size xuan paper was passed around by the old men. Everywhere it was passed to, the person reading it would widen their eyes as though they were struck by lightning. In fact, even if they didn't stutter, they became mute.
When the paper was passed to Chen Xi, the first thing Chen Xi saw was those ugly words…
She immediately felt speechless. But after reading the poem, her beautiful eyes instantly narrowed and then widened.
When she saw the signature, it was as though she had seen a ghost. She turned and looked at Lu Yuan who was seated at the 4th row. For a time, she didn't know how to describe the shocking waves in her heart!
This man… 
This man…
Is actually so...
.........
"Are they looking at me…?"
"Brother, your…your words… cough, cough. These judges have very high requirements for everything. This is especially so for the appearance of one's written words. Earlier, I roughly glanced over at your calligraphy, and I think…"
"Could it be that my ugly-looking words have enraged them? Is there a need for them to be so angry?" Lu Yuan opened his mouth wide. The expressions of the judges grew increasingly complex. Lu Yuan thought that they wanted to devour him whole.
"Brother, I think you don't know Old Master Li's temper, right? The two things he's most fond of are words and poems… I remember there was a year where a gifted scholar was chased away by the Old Master because his handwriting was too ugly! This matter was reported on the news, and that gifted scholar lost all face."
"What? Chased away? So exaggerated?"
"Yes! Old Master also said on the spot that the man didn't respect the Poetry Exchange and was masquerading as a gifted scholar!"
"What!"
Lu Yuan looked around, staring at the bizarre looks of everyone. After that, he gulped his saliva and suddenly felt that his back was perspiring with cold sweat.
Could it be I…
"Brother, if I didn't guess wrongly, you wrote two poems earlier, right?" Xu Xiaonian glanced at the expressions of the judges which grew increasingly weird. After that, he also felt nervous randomly for some reason. His voice when speaking to Lu Yuan grew much softer.
"Yeah, I wrote two poems. This, this…" Lu Yuan was frivolous and forgetful. He had never known what the word 'nervous' meant. But now after listening to Xu Xiaonian, in addition to the ugly calligraphy he wrote, he couldn't help but keep taking deep breaths. He was now incomparably nervous.
When he inclined his head again, he noticed Old Master Li's gaze.
Old Master Li's eyes were bloodshot. His wrinkles gradually deepened, and his expression became incomparably incomprehensible.
Lu Yuan suddenly felt scared for some reason.
How shameful would that be if he was to be chased away in public?
He might as well…
Just leave…
"Brother, you...are awesome...You should just pray for your fortune!" Xu Xiaonian couldn't help but pity this new friend after noting the strange atmosphere in the area.
He felt that this friend was extremely unlucky.
"When will they give the scores?"
"Most probably an hour later."
"Aiyo, I have a stomach ache now, it's so painful… I'm going to the toilet now. Help me tell them that my stomach ache is so bad that I have diarrhea for the last three days!" Lu Yuan suddenly clutched his stomach and ruthlessly squeezed out a few tears. Taking the opportunity that no one on the stage was looking at him, he hurriedly walked toward the exit.
"Brother, this idea isn't bad… Don't worry, I will lie to them for you!" Xu Xiaonian nodded as he stared at Lu Yuan's departing back. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up for Lu Yuan, impressed by Lu Yuan's acting skills.
Lu Yuan lowered his head and reached the exit. He heaved a sigh of relief when he thought back to the atmosphere earlier.
It was better for him to leave on his own accord, right?
"Hi, you can't enter and leave casually…"
"Ah? If I exit now, I won't come back again…"
"Won't come back again? But the Poetry Exchange isn't concluded yet…"
"I have something on; hence, I need to leave in advance. Can I trouble you to open the door?"
"Leave in advance? Alright then."
The security guard cast a strange look at this young man.
He knew who this young man was. This young man was the only one who entered the Poetry Exchange with two entry passes. This was truly an extremely unique occurrence.
For others, it was already very impressive for them to have one entry pass. Yet, this young man had two. This was simply incredible.
When the security guard saw that Lu Yuan's expression was a little anxious, he helped him open the door.
After the door opened, Lu Yuan hurriedly walked toward the direction of the car.
"A`Yuan? Why...why did you come out? Are you eliminated already? This shouldn't be the case…"
"No...I have something on."
"Ah? What do you have on?"
"Don't ask. I'm sorry, I gotta make a move first."
"???"
Li Dongqiang stared at Lu Yuan who was leaving hurriedly. After that, he felt a little dumbfounded. What was going on?
Other than being chased away, he hadn't heard of a case where one would leave the Poetry Exchange in advance?
Or could it be that Lu Yuan was chased away?
After Li Dongqiang stared at Lu Yuan, his own expression became one of sympathy.
Being chased out…
This was… too unbearable.
.........
"Just a single poem would be outstanding enough, but this little fellow actually wrote two poems in one go. He is truly overflowing with talent!"
"Yeah, I really wish to see him now!"
"9.6! These two poems, regardless of their artistic mood, tonal patterns, or rhyming, are all top-rated. In fact, they are even ranked at the top of all poems I've ever seen. If it wasn't for his words being too ugly, I even want to give him 9.9!"
"Yeah, I'll give 9.5. The poems are not bad, but the words are too ugly. It's very hard to imagine someone who could write such poems to have such ugly-looking handwriting."
"Right. I will give 9.6. I want to put these two poems into my book, and they will be respectively placed on the first and last page, reminding everyone about the effort of farmers. It isn't easy to till the land!"
"I suggest placing them into the Mandarin Pavilion. I feel that both of these poems can be ranked first!"
"Mandarin Pavilion? I think so too. Alright then, let's announce the result of the first round."
"Mn!"
A few minutes later.
"The victors of the first round are the two poems with the same name [Sympathy for Peasants]. They have a comprehensive score of 9.6! Author: Lu Yuan!"
"Kacha, kacha, kacha!"
All the light, all the cameras, turned and focused on Lu Yuan's seat.
Everyone widened their eyes as they searched for Lu Yuan…
They felt that this name was very unfamiliar and couldn't recall who it was for a moment…
But when they saw Lu Yuan's seat, they discovered that it was empty…
"That...that...Brother Lu Yuan said he had a stomachache and has left in advance…" Xu Xiaonian trembled as he stood up and spoke.
"What!"
Old Master Chen's incomparably agitated face suddenly turned gloomy as he hurriedly took out his phone.
That rascal!
What was he doing exactly!
Why was he always so unreliable?
.........
"What? Old Master, I have something on… Hence, I left in advance."
"I really do have something on. I have a stomachache and a movie that I'm still filming. I…"
"WHAT?!"
"You say that I got first place?"
"Nothing, nothing. I'm coming back right now, I'm coming back right now…"
"I have to come back no matter what? Good, good!"
"My stomach suddenly feels more comfortable now."
.........
"A`Yuan, you…"
"Let me pass, I have to enter…"
"Didn't you…"
"Sorry, I don't have time to explain. Let me pass, I'm going in to get a reward."
"????" Li Dongqiang was dumbfounded when he saw that Lu Yuan had returned.
Going in to get a reward?
What's the meaning of this?


In that year, with a script finished in five hours, Lu Yuan who was dying for money successfully got a large investment of one million Yuan from a rich and beautiful girl.
At first, he just planned to spend eight hundred thousand Yuan on shooting and take the remaining two hundred thousand Yuan home before the movie's release, marrying a wife and running a small business. He swore he would never come to Hengdian again.
However…
The box office got an extraordinary success…

Noah- i just dont know rose but you are really pretty and you are the most beautiful eyes I just don't know I just felt that I have fallen for you in a second when eyes meet with each other I really love that eye contact with you I am so sorry if you feel awkward that I am saying this things to you but whatever I am saying it's true I'm really sorry if you feel bad.

Rose- o Oh ho sweet of you saying such things to me.

Noah- your welcome sweetie.

Rose- can you say something about you I wanna know you "

Noah- Why not? So I am 18 years old my name is Noah and I really love to swim and write short poems I know many of people are not attracted to this small poems poems but I am really attracted to them I just don't know whenever I am sad whenever I am happy I just like poems like a short and I just express my feelings from that poems

Rose- oh that's really cool like why people don't like it I really appreciate such kind of thing I am really happy that I met someone who do the same thing has been even I do write small short stories I really love to write small and short stories and I express my feelings.

Noah- oh my god now I feel that we are connected to each other don't you feel that rose

Rose - here's my home i am going home bubyee sorry if i am rude for not answering the question but i dont know how to answer it either.

At Home.

Mom- who was that guy ?

Rose -MOMM!!!!
Mom - Yesterday you told that you don't want to get involved in any boyfriend material so who is he he is Your Man right I know rules even I was the same when I was young like you don't keep secrets Rose I am your mum and I know you well

Am I really falling for him he was so sweet today where he told that my eyes are beautiful really loved his really dark Husky voice which I really loved. let's see what happened next I don't know what will happen whether I will be together with him or not let's sleep good night

what will happen next?
Noah will ask her out for a date  or not?
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