Li Na has recieved a drug Lord system. This system will help her become the best drug lord in the world. let us see how she begin to become the best drug seller that the world have ever seen

Rayna adalah seorang penulis muda berbakat yang sudah menghasilkan banyak karya novel best seller. Namun ia tak pernah mengungkap jati dirinya di depan umum, karena selama ini ia selalu menggunakan nama pena nya dan tak pernah mengungkap jati diri yang sebenarnya. Hingga ia suatu saat orang tuanya menjodohkan dia karena khawatir pada Rayna yang tak pernah tertarik menjalin hubungan dengan pria manapun.

Rayna adalah seorang penulis muda berbakat yang sudah menghasilkan banyak karya novel best seller. Namun ia tak pernah mengungkap jati dirinya di depan umum, karena selama ini ia selalu menggunakan nama pena nya dan tak pernah mengungkap jati diri yang sebenarnya. Hingga suatu saat orang tuanya menjodohkan dia karena khawatir pada Rayna yang tak pernah tertarik menjalin hubungan dengan pria manapun.

"Ma, ayolah! Rayna masih normal dan mampu cari jodoh buat Rayna sendiri. Lagian Rayna baru 21 tahun"

"Mama cuma khawatir sama orientasi seksual kamu Rayna. Abisnya kamu gak pernah pacaran atau keliatan naksir cowo. Mama kan gak mau punya mantu cewe!" kesal Risma.

Rayna menggeleng tak percaya dengan pemikiran mamanya. Walau tak pernah menunjukkan, tapi ia pernah tertarik pada lelaki.

Lagi pula prioritasnya saat ini adalah karir. Mumpung masih muda juga, Rayna tak ingin buru-buru menikah hanya untuk menyakinkan sang mama jika orientasi seksualnya masih normal.

Perpisahan adalah sesuatu yang sangat menyakitkan, tetapi itulah yang dirasakan oleh Lala setelah sekian lama. Berpisah dari kekasih yang sangat dia sayangi untuk selamanya. Kejadian 3 tahun yang lalu, dimana terjadi kecelakaan yang merenggut nyawa kekasihnya dan juga membuat Lala meninggalkan kota tempat terjadinya kecelakaan itu dan memutuskan untuk tinggal di desa bersama neneknya. Sudah lama Lala tinggal di desa ini, tetapi kenangan pahit itu masih terekam jelas dalam ingatannya. Kegiatannya hanya membantu neneknya dan melamun di pematang sawah yang sejuk dan asri berbeda dengan di kota yang udaranya sudah tidak bersih lagi. Hobinya yang suka menulis dituangkannya selama dia sedang duduk di pematang sawah, malah hampir semua tulisannya yang berupa cerpen dan puisi dimuat di berbagai majalah. Cerpen atau puisi yang selesai dia tulis dikirim lewat ayahnya yang datang setiap hari Sabtu dan honorpun diberikan ayahnya setelah mengambilnya terlebih dahulu di tabungan. Memang honor yang diberikan majalah langsung ditransfer ke rekening tabungannya, karena setiap mengirim cerpen atau puisi di dalam biodata dia tidak lupa mencantumkan rekening tabungannya, agar pihak majalah tidak repot. Dari honor tersebut Lala berikan kepada orang tuanya, neneknya dan sisanya tetap berada di tabungan untuk masa depan buat jaga-jaga kalau dia tidak menulis lagi suatu saat, walaupun kalau boleh jujur Lala tidak bisa lepas dalam bidang jurnalistik, yang sejujurnya sangat disayangkan bangku kuliah kejurnalistikkan yang dia jalankan dulu kini ditinggalkannya untuk selamanya padahal dari kecil cita-citanya kalau tidak menjadi penulis dia pengen menjadi wartawan atau reporter. Cerpen dan puisi yang dia tulis tanpa dia sadari mengenai kesedihan dan kepedihan atau istilahnya sad ending padahal selama ini setiap orang selalu menginginkan akhir sebuah cerita yang happy ending, tetapi anehnya cerpen dan puisinya selalu dimuat, mungkin ide ceritanya yang berbeda dari yang lain.

Sepuluh tahun telah berlalu, tetapi sedikitpun tidak merubah kehidupan Lala, dia masih sendiri. Setelah neneknya meninggal, dia memutuskan untuk kembali ke kota yang meninggalkan kenangan pahit, meskipun awalnya berat tetapi hidup harus tetap dia jalani, malah anehnya selama kembali ke kota ini dia mendapat ide-ide yang lebih segar dan fresh sehingga karya-karyanya makin dikenal orang. Beribu-ribu surat dari penggemar dia terima dan rata-rata mereka senang dengan karyanya dan pertanyaan yang selalu ditanyakan disurat apakah dia sudah menikah atau belum. Kalau dipikir-pikir di usia tigapuluh tahun ini, seharusnya dirinya sudah menikah, orang tuanya sendiri selalu menyuruhnya menikah, karena kakak-kakaknya semua sudah menikah tinggal dia sendiri yang belum, bagaimana mau menikah seorang pacarpun dia tidak punya karena hari-harinya dihabiskannya di depan komputer dalam kamarnya, bahkan sudah lama dia tidak pernah ke mal, restoran dan tempat-tempat hiburan lainnya, yang dulu sering dia datangi bersama kekasihnya. Dulu Lala adalah seorang gadis yang selalu ceria dan penuh dengan senyum, malah teman-teman kuliahnya menjulukinya miss smile dan kini dia berubah menjadi gadis pemurung walaupun begitu dia tetap ingin membahagiakan orang lain lewat karya-karyanya.

Sampai akhirnya dia menerima surat dari suatu percetakan yang menyuruhnya membuat sebuah novel. Ini menjadi tantangan berat buat dirinya , walaupun sudah membuat banyak cerpen dan puisi, tetapi kalau disuruh membuat novel dia harus membutuhkan waktu yang lama, tetapi setelah berpikir akhirnya dia menerima tawaran tersebut. Mulailah dia membuat sebuah novel dengan judul "Gadis Pemimpi" yang menceritakan seorang gadis yang berangan menjadi seorang penyanyi, melalui sebuah ajang nyanyi yang diadakan sebuah stasiun televisi swasta dia berhasil, tetapi perjuangannya tidak berhenti sampai disitu, malah tantangan terberat setelah menjadi pemenang dan keluar dari ajang tersebut tidak membuatnya gampang diterima perusahaan rekaman, dia tetap harus mendemokan suaranya dan menyerahkannya sendiri ke berbagai perusahaan rekaman yang akhirnya usaha gadis tersebut membuahkan hasil cukup lama. Ide cerita tersebut Lala dapatkan karena maraknya ajang nyanyi yang diadakan berbagai stasiun televisi swasta, tetapi sedikit dari alumninya yang akhirnya berhasil menjadi penyanyi sukses, malah terkadang dilupakan ketika mulai munculnya penyanyi-penyanyi baru, padahal suara mereka yang keluar dari ajang tersebut jauh lebih bagus. Selain menampilkan perjuangan gadis tersebut dalam meraih mimpinya, Lala juga membumbuinya dengan kisah percintaan sang gadis dengan produser rekamannya yang harus dirahasiakan dari penggemar sang gadis. Novel pertamanya tersebut diterima dengan sangat senang oleh pihak redaksi perusahaan percetakan tersebut. Pada mulanya Lala mengira novel tersebut tidak diterima oleh masyarakat, karena banyaknya novel percintaan dan remaja yang jauh lebih bagus dan menarik dari buatannya. Justru di luar dugaan novel tersebut laku keras di pasaran sehingga menjadi best seller dalam waktu tidak kurang dari sebulan, bahkan perusahaan percetakan tersebut menyuruhnya membuat novel yang lain. Mulailah dia membuat novel-novel yang lain dengan berbagai ide yang lebih menarik dan lain dari biasanya, sehingga hal ini membuatnya harus mulai sering keluar rumah untuk mendapat inspirasi dengan melihat orang sekitar dan lingkungan sekitarnya yang bisa menjadi referensi dalam novelnya, maklum saja sudah lama sekali dia tidak keluar kamar.

Tahun berganti tahun Lala semakin dikenal orang sebagai novelis yang terkenal dan sering diundang ke acara-acara di berbagai daerah karena keberhasilan semua novelnya yang menjadi best seller dan tidak pelit dia membagi resep kepada penggemarnya ketika dia diundang menjadi pembicara dalam acara tersebut, karena bagaimanapun ilmu itu harus dibagi kepada orang banyak, agar orang lain juga bisa sukses seperti dirinya sekarang. Oleh karena itulah sampai sekarang penggemarnya semakin bertambah banyak. Di usia menjelang 40 tahun Lala memutuskan untuk menikah, karena dia berpikir sudah waktunya menikah dan cukup dengan apa yang sudah diraihnya sampai saat ini. Lala menikah dengan dengan seorang duda beranak dua bernama Kim Won Shik yang keturunan Korea-Indonesia. Mereka bertemu ketika dirinya sedang mengadakan konferensi pers untuk peluncuran film terbaru yang diambil dari novelnya dimana calon suaminya adalah seorang wartawan. Memang karena banyak novelnya yang best seller pihak perusahaan film tertarik membuatnya sebagai sebuah film seperti yang sekarang sedang marak di dunia perfileman. Ini menjadi titik baru lagi bagi Lala yang harus dilakukannya karena selain menjadi penulis novel tersebut, perusahaan film menyuruhnya menjadi penulis skenario dari film tersebut, tentu saja antara menulis novel dan skenario berbeda jadi mau tidak mau dia harus belajar. Setelah acara konferensi pers tersebut hubungan keduanya menjadi semakin dekat dan mereka akhirnya memutuskan untuk menikah. Pernikahan Lala dan suaminya diselenggarakan dengan sangat sederhana, walaupun begitu ini menghebohkan masyarakat yang menonton dari infotainment, karena mereka selama ini tidak tahu kehidupan pribadi dirinya apakah sudah menikah atau belum satu hal yang sungguh tidak percaya oleh Lala pernikahannya diliput oleh infotainment televisi, padahal masih banyak selebriti yang bisa diliput selain dirinya.

Kini walaupun sudah menikah Lala tetap menulis selain tugasnya menjadi ibu rumah tangga yang harus mengurus dan menjaga suami, anak-anaknya dan kandungannnya yang berumur 5 bulan. Harapannya karya-karyanya tetap disukai masyarakat dan pernikahannya langgeng. Biarlah kenangan pahit yang dulu dialaminya disimpannya rapat-rapat.

Lala adalah seorang gadis yang mempunyai kenangan sangat pahit dimana kekasih yang sangat dia cintai meninggal dalam sebuah kecelakaan.Semenjak kejadian itu Lala berubah dari gadis periang menjadi gadis pemurung.Bahkan Lala memutuskan untuk tinggal di desa bersama neneknya daripada tinggal di kota.Dengan bantuan neneknya Lala memulai menulis karena memang hobinya adalah menulis.Bagaimana kisah Lala selanjutnya,apakah dia berhasil menjadi penulis dan apakah dia akan menemukan pengganti kekasihnya?

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Garis pelangi membentang seusai derai hujan.
Warna dan warni beriring, meski dalam perbedaan.
Bagai ragam untaian nada, bersenyawa rupa musik gubahan.
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***

Pram melihat jam dinding. Pukul 10.30 malam.

CRING! Pintu terbuka oleh seorang anak laki-laki, mungkin kelas 6 SD. Anak itu datang bersama seorang nenek berkaca mata tebal. Setelah membuka pintu, anak itu langsung berlari ke area snack, dan sang nenek berjalan pelan di belakangnya.

"Dio ... Dio mana?" padahal anak kecil itu tidak begitu jauh. Pram berpikir mungkin Nenek ini pandangannya sudah sangat rabun.

"Di sini, Nek!" jawab anak itu, bahkan tanpa melirik ke Neneknya.

Wanita tua itu berjalan ke arah Dio, cucunya. "Apa di sini ada balsem yang nenek cari?"

"Balsem di sebelah sini !" Pram sudah berjalan ke rak tak jauh dari meja kasir.

Nenek itu berbalik badan. "Ohh ... di sana ya ... sebentar." Dia berjalan pelan-pelan.
"Mana dia balsemnya?"

"Nenek biasa pakai yang mana? Ini mereknya ada macam-macam."

Nenek itu menggoyangkan kacamatanya sedikit. "Hmm ... yang mana ya? Nenek lupa."

Pram melirik anak lelaki bernama Dio yang sedang sibuk memilih cemilan.
"HEI, dek! Balsem yang mana yang biasa dipakai Nenekmu?"

Anak itu kelihatan acuh. "Aku juga nggak tahu yang mana," komentarnya bahkan tanpa melihat dulu rak obat. Membuat Pram kesal melihatnya.

Tiba-tiba Nenek itu menggenggam pergelangan tangan Pram dengan erat. 

"HAH!! Ada apa, Nek?"

Wajah Nenek itu mendekat ke arahnya. Kacamatanya dinaikkan sedikit dan alisnya berkerut.
"ANAK MUDA! Kamu mirip ... SANGAT MIRIP dengan cucuku yang satu lagi, RIKO!"

'EHH???' Pram memberikan tatapan tak percaya. Tak yakin rasanya. Cucunya berada tak jauh darinya saja, dia bisa tidak melihat.

"Riko adalah anak yang pengertian. Tapi sekarang dia sudah kuliah di luar negeri, jadi Nenek sering kangen. Padahal kalau ada dia, biasanya Nenek selalu diantarnya kemanapun Nenek mau. Zaman sekarang ini, susah menemukan anak muda seperti dia. Kamu tahu? Dulu itu, Riko ... bla ... bla ... bla ... ," Nenek itu terus mengoceh tanpa jeda.

Sementara Pram hanya bisa berdiri terdiam mendengarkan ocehannya. 

Cucunya yang bernama Dio sama sekali tidak membantu. Dia menggoyangkan tangan Neneknya "Nek...Nek... aku mau ya Jelly yang ini tiga! Nek ... Nek ... !"

Pram menengok ke arah Ricky yang kemudian menarik ujung bibirnya dengan jari.

'Ya...ya...baiklah...' 
Pram tersenyum mendengarkan ocehan sang Nenek yang akhirnya makan waktu sekitar 10 menitan.

Dan setelah ocehannya selesai, akhirnya mereka membeli tiga buah Jelly dan satu balsem yang sembarang dipilih secara acak oleh cucunya yang bandel.

***

"Fiuhh...." tak disangka shift malam ternyata masih ramai juga pembelinya.

CRING! Masuklah dua orang perem ... eh ... banci.

Pram berdiri. "Selamat datang."

Banci yang sebelah kiri berambut ikal, entah itu rambut asli atau wig. Yang sebelah kanan berambut lurus, nampaknya yang ini fix rambut palsu. 

Yang berambut ikal tersenyum pada Pram. "Oowwwhhh ... ya ampyuun! Ada staf baru tho di sindaang!"

Tubuh Pram langsung kaku. "Ehh ... iya Om."

Suara lelakinya langsung keluar dari bibir banci itu. "APAA?? OM? OM? OH EM JII!!Emangnya akyu Om-mu apa??"

"Err ... Maaf, Tante!"

"TANTE ??"

Muka Pram mulai pucat. "Ehh ... Maaf, MBAK!"

Banci itu tersenyum puas. "Naah gitchu donk. Baru cucok dech."

Sebelum berbelok ke rak kosmetik, mereka sempat menyapa Ricky yang sedang duduk di samping lemari pendingin.

Sepasang sahabat itu berjalan ke rak kosmetik dan sibuk berdiskusi tentang Make Up.

"Say, akika cucoknya pakai foundation yang mana yach?"

"Kulitmu khan berminyak, say. Cucoknya pakai yang ini niy. Kalau pakai yang ini, nggak perlu lagi pakai bedak, say."

"Iih. Tapi kok rada mahal yach say."

"Aiih ... kalo demi kecantikan mah ini murce keless. Masa kita kalah sama banci Thailand."

Pram berusaha mengabaikan percakapan mereka, tapi volumenya cukup keras untuk bisa diabaikan.

Tak lama kemudian mereka mendatangi meja kasir. Banci yang berambut ikal berbicara pada Ricky setengah berteriak. "Mas Ricky!! iih ... sombong deh nggak ngasih tau akika kalo ada 'barang bagus' di sindang!" komentarnya sambil melirik Pram.

Ricky tertawa "Yah ... gimana? Staf yang satu ini masuknya dadakan, jadi ya nggak sempat cerita."

Pram heran bagaimana Ricky bisa begitu santai menghadapi mereka. Dia cepat-cepat memasukkan data ke komputer. "Semuanya Rp 56,000."

"Aiih cepet bingits yach. Akika paling suka sama yang gesitt!" dia mengedipkan matanya ke Pram, membuat kaki Pram gemetar seketika.

"Mas namanya Pram yach? Aduuh ganteng bingits Mas. Makan apa sich bisa ganteng gini mirip pemain film Taiwan yang main bareng San Chai itu loch."

Pram melirik ke Ricky dengan wajah tegang. Dan seperti biasa Ricky hanya memberikan isyarat yang sama.

Muka Pram masih pucat. Dia menelan ludah.

'Aku juga harus tersenyum sekarang? Bagaimana caranya?'

"Akika bakalan sering-sering datang kemari ach. Selama ada mas Pram di sindang."

'OHH TUHAAN ... TOLOONNGGG!!'

***

TRRRRR...TRRRRR.....!!!

Ponsel Pram bergetar. Setelah pulang dari shift malam, Pram langsung tidur, dan dia nyaris terlewat sholat Subuh. Setelah sholat, dia melanjutkan tidurnya.

Tangannya meraba lemari pendek di samping tempat tidur, mengambil ponsel itu dan melihat layarnya dengan sebelah mata. 'JAKA CALLING'.

Pram menjawab. "Hemm?"

Suara Jaka terdengar nyaring. "Pram, kamu masih tidur ya?"

"Bangun. Kalau aku tidur, nggak akan bisa angkat telepon."

"Pram, kemarin kamu bilang mau hunting Novel. Ke toko buku yuk!" Dari suaranya, Jaka terdengar bersemangat.

"Umm ... iya. 1 jam. 1 jam lagi."

"1 jam lagi ketemu di toko buku?"

"Bukan. 1 jam lagi aku mandi." KLIK. Pram mematikan sambungan telepon dan kembali tidur.

***

Suasana Mall di akhir pekan ramai seperti biasanya. Pram dan Jaka berjalan di koridor menuju pintu masuk Toko Buku. Pram menguap sambil menutup mulutnya "HOAAHHMM ... !"

Jaka menggeleng. "Kamu masih ngantuk setelah tidur selama itu? Aku harus meneleponmu lima kali sampai kamu benar-benar bangun."

Pram menyeka ujung matanya. "Uh maaf ... aku memang biasa begadang, tapi yang ini beda. Ini bukan hanya 'terbangun' saat malam, tapi juga menguras fisik dan mental. Eh ... sebenarnya lebih ke mental."

"Memangnya apa yang terjadi di hari pertamamu?"
"Nanti saja kuceritakan pas kita makan."

Mereka memasuki pintu masuk toko buku dan langsung berjalan ke area novel. Jaka menunjuk ke area dimana biasanya novel-novel psikologi ditempatkan. "Pram, aku ke sebelah sana dulu ya..." Pram mengangguk.

Pram berjalan tanpa tujuan, lalu berhenti di rak Best Seller. Dia berdiri menatap beragam warna sampul buku dengan cap 'Best Seller' di sana.

'Apa yang kulakukan? Saat membuat 'Kekasih Angin', sedikitpun tak terbersit niat untuk membuat sesuatu yang akan menjadi Best Seller.'

Pram berdiri diam di sana, lalu berbalik badan dan menjauh dari deretan buku-buku Best Seller itu. Dia membaca beberapa buku sastra kuno, dan setelah berpindah-pindah dari rak satu ke rak yang lain, Pram memutuskan memilih sebuah buku.

Satu jam kemudian, mereka sudah berada di sebuah food court di lantai atas. Sudah selesai makan, dan masih ingin berlama-lama duduk di sana

"Kumpulan Puisi?" Jaka heran melihat buku dengan warna background hitam, dan cover bergambar kaca retak ber-judul 'Serpih.'

"Ya. Kumpulan Puisi."

"Bukan novel?"

"Bukan. Aku perlu sesuatu yang singkat tapi bisa menajamkan sensitifitasku terhadap kata dan rasa. Dan berhubung aku akan membuat novel genre roman yang pendekatannya mirip 'Kekasih Angin,' berarti aku perlu mendalami perasaan perempuan."

"Tadi ada buku itu yang tanpa plastik. Aku sudah membaca puisinya beberapa lembar pertama, dan aku menyukainya."

Jaka memperhatikan mimik wajah Pram yang serius. Dia lalu tersenyum. "Baiklah ... aku percaya pertimbanganmu, Pram."

Pram adalah seorang penulis muda berbakat. Dan dia sudah menunjukkannya melalui banyak karya. 5 novel genre roman-psikologi, 2 novel genre roman-thriller, dan 'Kekasih Angin' adalah satu-satunya novel murni roman. Jaka dan Pram sangat menyukai hasil kerjasama mereka, novel 'Kekasih Angin.' Pram memutuskan ingin membuat lagi novel roman. Tapi kemarin di mata Jaka, Pram seperti tak tahu harus memulai dari mana. Melihat Pram sekarang, Jaka merasa penulis muda yang satu ini mulai nampak memiliki semangat mencari ide segar.

Pram meneruskan, "Lagi pula, kalau sudah di atas tengah malam, pengunjung agak sepi, jadi aku kemarin agak bosan dan hampir tertidur. Makanya kupikir aku perlu membawa buku untuk kubaca di toko."

"Oh ya! Gimana hari pertamamu di S-Mart?"

"Hmm ... ada tiga pelanggan yang tidak biasa. Seorang gadis SMA genit, seorang nenek dan cucu bandelnya, dan sepasang banci."

Editornya nampak antusias. "Oh ya? Ceritakan detailnya padaku, Pram!"

"Yah ... singkatnya, mereka agak nyentrik. Yang selain mereka normal". Pram meneguk es teh di mejanya. "Ah ... Mas tahu kan, aku buruk dalam berinteraksi dengan manusia."

Jaka terlihat tersinggung. "Pram, kamu mau bilang aku bukan manusia?" Pram sepertinya tidak mendengar komentar Jaka barusan. Matanya melihat ke arah belakang Jaka, terbelalak.

"Ada apa Pram?" Jaka menoleh ke belakang. Ternyata ada Diana di sana! Diana adalah mantan pacar Pram.

Perempuan cantik berambut pendek itu sedang berjalan dengan seorang lelaki berpakaian resmi, lengkap dengan dasi dan jas. Jarak mereka sudah dekat. Diana tersenyum ke Pram, tapi wajah Pram masih tak bergeming. 

Pasangan itu sudah berdiri di samping mereka.

"Hai Pram. Apa kabar?" Diana terlihat lebih cantik dari dekat. Mengingatkan Jaka pada Bunga Citra Lestari. Dia memakai baju terusan lengan pendek, sepatu hak tinggi, dan anting berbentuk cincin besar di telinganya. Lipstiknya berwarna merah menyala. Parfum aroma mawar tercium bahkan ketika jarak mereka masih semeter lebih.

Pram masih menatapnya dingin. "Baik."

Lelaki di belakangnya terlihat penasaran. "Siapa dia, sayang? Temanmu?"

Diana tersenyum. "Mantanku." 

"OH! Pram yang penulis novel itu?" Lelaki itu terlihat bersemangat, lalu tangannya disodorkan. Pram menjabat tangannya yang terjulur. 

"Saya penggemar novel-novel anda, Pram! Ah ... kenalkan. Saya Bobby. Saya punya koleksi 4 novel anda, roman-psikologi. Saya suka sekali! Menurut saya, anda sangat cerdas!"

DUK! Diana menyikut dada lelaki malang itu. Bobby meringis dan berhenti bicara.
Wanita itu kembali bicara pada Pram dengan nada penuh sinisme. "Kamu sedang hang out dengan editor-mu, Pram?"

Pram menjawab cuek. "Kelihatannya gimana?"

"Luar biasa Pram. Akhir pekan begini kamu bahkan berekreasi bersama editor-mu. Sangat ... 'kamu.' Sayang sekali editor-mu laki-laki. Seandainya editor-mu perempuan, kalian mungkin bisa menikah." Dia tertawa sambil menutup bibirnya.

Jaka merasakan ketegangan antara Diana dan Pram. Tapi lalu Diana berkata sambil melirik Jaka "Aku cuma bercanda, lho. Jangan diambil hati. Aku pergi dulu ya. Selamat bersenang-senang." Diana melirik pacarnya, Bobby. "Ayo, sayang."

Pria jangkung itu menunduk sedikit pada Pram. "Mari ... kami permisi dulu. Pram, saya menantikan karya terbaru anda. Saya adalah fans ... ," belum selesai dia bicara, tangannya ditarik oleh Diana dan mereka pun pergi. Pram terlihat lega dengan kepergian mereka.

Jaka nampak merasa bersalah. "Maaf Pram. Aku jadi tidak enak. Kamu jadi diledek karena pergi bersamaku."

"Ah jangan dengarkan dia. Kami dulu berpisah tidak dengan cara baik-baik. Itu hanya kebiasaan buruknya, nyinyir."

Jaka melihat ekspresi murung Pram yang menandakan mood-nya memburuk. "Kalau ada yang mau diceritakan, kamu bisa cerita kapan saja, oke?" Respon itu membuat lawan bicaranya tersenyum. Jaka memang bukan hanya seorang editor baginya, tapi sudah seperti saudaranya sendiri. 

Editor berewokan itu melihat ke sekeliling. "Banyak orang pacaran. Hh ... nasib jomlo ya begini ini. Cepatlah dapat pasangan baru, Pram. Wajahmu kan ganteng. Kamu bisa dengan mudah cari pacar baru."

Pram terlihat sewot. "Enak aja ... memangnya gampang? Mas sendiri gimana setelah waktu itu batal nikah?"

Jaka menghela nafas "Memang sulit. Sulit ... bohong kalau aku bilang tidak mau menikah."

Pram menepuk pundak Jaka. "Jangan kuatir Mas. Belum saatnya. InsyaAllah nanti ketemu. Kita tunggu aja. Pokoknya, nanti siapa yang duluan nikah, harus traktir makan!"

"Ha ha! Oke siap!"

"Ayo kita toast, Pram!" 

"Toast pakai es teh?"

TRING! Dua gelas itu bertemu. Jaka berteriak "HIDUP JOMLO!"

"LHOO KOK?"

***

Pram adalah seorang penulis novel yang sedang mengalami 'kebuntuan' dalam karya terbarunya. Liburan tidak membantu. Maka atas saran Editor-nya Jaka, dia mencari inspirasi dengan cara yang tidak biasa. Bekerja sebagai penjaga toko. 

Shift malam (Night Shift) yang awalnya tak disukainya, lama kelamaan merubah seorang Pram yang awalnya agak 'anti-sosial' menjadi lebih bisa berempati.

Selama hidup, Pram sudah berpacaran tiga kali, tapi belum pernah sekali pun benar-benar jatuh cinta. Kisah cinta Pram dimulai saat dia berusaha mencegah seorang pelanggan toko yang nyaris bunuh diri.

For the preparation of Book, Mu Fan didn't worry. He searched the internet to look for what type of books are popular nowadays.
In the Fantasy store, there are many books from his last live. If he spent some Fantasy points, he would be able to get any book he wants and draw as his own
After all, this was a world with many anime characters. They wouldn't know the novels from his world.
However, Why… Why is the ACG culture here so crappy? All the novels are about the same. Some overpowered Character will transmigrate to another word with cheats. This kind of novel where ever it is published it would get hundreds of fans all over the world.
Well, that's fine too, after all this is the era of ACG.
So now he was searching for novels, he didn't want to make a book and it turns out that it was already published. That would be a crime so he couldn't afford to do something like that without searching.
Copying someone else's work isn't a simple crime.
Next, Mu Fan started searching for novels. But he didn't find anything he knew, he found the best seller ones, one called "Love Affair" and "Fantasy System" and "Dark flames goblin"… He didn't hear anything about those works before.
Sure enough, there were no books from his former world.
Looking at the sale details of these books, Mu Fan couldn't help but take in a cold breath. Those books had the same sale detail as the best sellers from his past world. Fortunately, he had his fantasy system and his writing talent. He really wanted to make a book and sell in Akihabara.
There are many books in this world.
But… Mu fan looked at the names and his mouth couldn't help but twitch. The pen names were "Sayane" and "Eromanga". Those two were Akihabara best sellers.
"Yes, I won't be able to face those two, I should just make light novels, let's drop the manga thing." Mu Fan looked at the two names and dropped the idea of making a manga.
For now, writing novels is the most secure way to make money. There were many publishers in this world which made it hard for him to choose.
So he began searching for the most popular one of those. There was Kadokawa, Fukimi and Jump j-book, but their style was different. Before he was in the Qidian, which was easy because it's the biggest publisher in China. But now he had to select from those three and he had to select a novel to publish.
Mu Fan hesitated for a bit, then he stayed in the interface of the Jump J-book library.
There was a big event going there which made him happy. A competition to decide the king of this year, the author needs to submit his work and as long as it gets chosen in the newcomers draft, he will immediately get 50,000 yen. The rest will be decided later and the king would get millions of yen directly.
50,000 yen wasn't a small number for him, and the king's reward doesn't have any relation to the sales. Jump J-Book is really the best for newcomers.
Mu Fan was happy. He was short on money. He chose to participate in this event and win himself some funds to solve the crisis he was in.
Thinking about this, Mu fan remembered Tomoya-san who said that he was a famous blogger and knew some people in the Jump J-Book.
Let's see what the best seller here is, then write a novel and then ask Tomoya-san.
"Open Fantasy Store and search for light novels."
"I.S Infinite Stratos!"
The first thing that appeared in front of him is this work.
In fact, this famous work was very popular in his past life but he didn't like it that much, because the plot was weak and boring, except for the harem part. The reason that it was a hit in that era was that there weren't many authors who write about a single boy in a school full of girls.
In this era, many novels were having that setting and many have harem too. It would be difficult for this novel to shine in this world.
In the end, Mu Fan found the novel he wanted.
"Exchange 'Accel World'!"
Mu Fan murmured in his heart and the little fantasy points he had disappeared. The novel disappeared from the store and appeared directly into his mind.
This novel was extremely popular in his past life. Although some people couldn't stand it because the protagonist was a fat boy, people who could see clearly knows that this was a famous work and it seemed natural to Mu Fan. Also, this novel was within the rules of the competition as the competition main genre is a game. Perhaps this novel will create a sales miracle in this world.
Seeing that there is still no one coming to the club room, Mu Fan started typing on his phone the novel he had in his memory, After a just a little bit Mu Fan hit the 3,000 words mark, due to the novel being in his memory and his talent in writing he was way faster than normal person.
"Ano… Who might you be?"
While Mu Fan had his head down looking at his phone, a beautiful female voice called out.
Mu Fan looked up and was stunned.
It was a beautiful girl dressed in a white short-sleeved school uniform. She was wearing an exquisite skirt complementing her pretty figure, matched with tight white stockings which gave a very pure feeling.
Her hair was brown, silky and ran over to her shoulder, a savory neck and a delicate beautiful face that looked at him with a gentle smile.
Looking at this pretty girl, Mu Fan was stunned for a few seconds and instantly a name flashed in his heart.
Regardless of the character or family or beauty, She was recognized by any boy in the school. She was…
Yuuki Asuna.

After crossing over to another world which seemed to be a fusion between many anime worlds, The Fantasy System was unlocked for Mu Fan. After finishing the tasks given by the system, Fantasy points are given which allows him to gain access to the Fantasy store that was full of daily talents and more.

Yuuki Asuna: You know how to cook a lot of dishes. Can you teach me?

Sagiri: I don’t know anyone called Eromanga-Sensei.

Many more characters and interesting plots await us.

~Translated

Jayne Rice opened her mail with glee. She knew the letter from her publisher would confirm the transfer of funds to her bank account in Escanaba, Michigan. It was the final payment for her latest novel, Midnight 'Til Dawn. The novel was another best seller. That made 10 in a row. The first of her Midnight novels was a good seller, but it didn't come close to being a best seller. It did, however, give her enough money to continue her writing career. She kissed the letter, smiled and went to the kitchen for another cup of coffee. She strolled out onto the deck of her home.

It was completely dark by 7 in the evening this time of year. The last days of October in Upper Michigan were nippy, with the temperature at night sometimes well below freezing. Snow is just around the corner, Jayne thought. Time to get the hell out of here. She gazed up at the northern sky. The northern lights were putting on another spectacular show, dancing with blue and white. The lights of Escanaba, across Bay de Noc, were sparkling along the far shore. Jayne shook her blond ponytail and retreated indoors. She glanced at a mirror on the door as she passed and smiled. Her smile was the best thing about her. Not that she wasn't pretty, but her smile was dazzling. It lit up the entire room when she turned it on, and she usually did.

Not bad for 35, she thought. Of course, the blond was not real. She had dyed it after her late husband had died 5 years ago. She needed the change and she liked what she did for her. It made her look 15 years younger. Everybody said so. She laughed. Of course, they are all my friends! What else can they say? Her figure was again trim. She stood five feet seven in her stocking feet. Not too tall, but not exactly a small girl either. Her twin 38's still had some substance, but gravity was doing its darndest to take over.

Jayne's true hair color was a mousy brown. In high school she wasn't the popular cheerleader type. She was more the biker girl type. She got pregnant when she was 15, quit school, and got married. She lost the baby and three more in the next three years. When she was 19 her husband was beating her up on the front lawn when the cop across the street intervened and kicked the shit out of her husband. After she divorced the jerk, she married the cop from across the street. John Rice was 30 years her senior. It was the best move she ever made. John treated her like a queen. They loved to come up to Upper Michigan and sail on their 26 foot Carver. Jayne gained over 100 pounds and topped off the scales at over 250 the first year they were married. John used to kid her about just having more for him to love. He wasn't kidding. He used to say she was "tons of fun!"

He meant it. It didn't dawn on her until after he died just how much he really cared for her. He used to say, "Honey, move over to the left a little, there's too much sun there where you are," or, "Honey, get into the center cabin to get out of the wind a bit." What he really meant was to move over, your weight is throwing the boat off center.
She completed high school with a GED and was happily married for ten years. They would spend most of the year in Rhode Island, where he was still a cop, a month or so in his family's summer home in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, and a few times they would take a week or so to play poker in Vegas in the winter.

He loved it there in Michigan and she learned to love it too. Right after they were married, the last of his family died and the summer home became his. He couldn't wait to retire and spend the rest of his life in Michigan. He didn't make it. He died of a heart attack ten years after they were married.

Jayne went up to Michigan to sell the summer home and realized that she would rather sell the home in Rhode Island. She went back to Rhode Island; sold her home; packed up everything she had; dyed her hair a Marilyn Monroe blond and moved to the Stonington Peninsula in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. She spent every summer there, and every winter in Las Vegas, where she played a mean game of poker. In the meantime she lost over 100 pounds and got back into great shape.
Jayne had always wanted to write, but her lack of education didn't lend much confidence in her ability to do so. When her husband died and she moved to Michigan, she had the time to spend on her writing.

She never did learn to spell very well, and always thanked God for the spell checker on her computer. She had never been able to see the nuances in the "too, two and to" and the "there, they're and their".
Her latest best seller, Midnight 'Til Dawn, was a novel about Las Vegas. It dealt with a female pit boss in the poker room in the Fremont Casino who had been murdered back in the 70's. Popular belief at the time was that the husband had killed her, but try as they might, the cops couldn't bring him to justice.

The book also dealt with a poker player called Michigan Slim who played poker there about the same time. Michigan Slim was reported to be a great player who chose to play in the small games. He would begin play at midnight, and play until dawn. Thus the name of the book.
"Midnight is when the dealers change shifts," he explained. "And they all think they can play the game well." Michigan Slim would win at least $300 every night in those small games. In the 1970's that was pretty good money. He lived quite well. One day he just disappeared. The dealers would joke about Slim being planted in the desert just south of Vegas.

In Midnight 'Til Dawn Jayne brought back Michigan Slim who was to solve the crime against the beautiful pit boss, and marry her equally beautiful sister in the process. The public loved it.

Jayne opened the refrigerator, took out a wine cooler, settled in the overstuffed recliner across from the large screen TV and clicked the remote, turning on the TV. She surfed until she found one of her favorite programs, Cold Cases. Immediately after finishing a novel, Jayne couldn't slow down without having an idea for the next one. Her favorite spot for getting her ideas was through TV and these old cases from years past.

The story tonight was about a child molester who was found shot to death in his own bedroom way back in 1955 in Newberry, Michigan. Hell, Jane thought, that's only about 80 miles from here! They sure must be hard up for a case for that one to make the unsolved list. The story was about the fact that there were no clues in the case save a partial thumb print that may or may not belong to the perpetrator. It was thought the father of the boy he molested might have been guilty, but without proof, the police could do nothing. Jane moved on to FBI Files. Then moved on to Unsolved Mysteries.

Unsolved Mysteries was about unsolved massacres. The most recent one was in 1983 in New York City. It seems that an entire mafia family had been wiped out on January 26th, 27th and 28 of 1983 without a trace. Twenty six members of the Tessinari family had been murdered. Nineteen were blown up in a pool hall and seven others had been shot in their homes over the three day period. It was deemed a mob hit where rival gangs were warring for some reason. No one ever knew for sure. The only clue was a partial thumbprint on the bathroom door knob of Tony Tessinari, the boss of the family. His head had been blown off by a shotgun blast from a 12 gauge with buckshot.

Jayne shot to attention. A partial thumbprint! she thought. And there was a partial thumbprint in the Newberry murder back in '55! Wouldn't it be something if they were the same? Shees! I think I have a new book here! Jayne was very excited, scenarios blowing across her mind like storms. It could make a wonderful story! She thought once again.

Born an outcast, Drazon grew up shunned by every other dragon in his home, except for his mother and teacher. Yearning for strength enough to defend himself and find his own way in the world, Drazon is forced from his home and on the run.

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On the queue to the offering basket, he saw the fish seller from the market and a beautiful girl behind her who he assumed was her daughter. 'They must not see me' he muttered to himself as he remembered the false hope he gave to the woman that day at the market so as to buy cheap fish. He also recalled that Anna told him that they came looking for him at the lodge.
Uche waited impatiently for the service to be over so that he can see the pastor and hear what he has to say about his predicament. Luckily not long after the offering, the grace was said signifying the end of service. Uche heaved a sigh of relief as the moment he was waiting for was close. An announcement came that those who want to see the pastor for counselling should wait at the front of the pastor's office which was directly adjacent to the altar.
Uche calculated the distance from where he was sitting to the waiting area. He looked for the best way to get to his new location without coming in contact with the fish seller.  He did this successfully and got to the waiting area and as he about to sit down he received a tap at his back. Assuming it was Yemi he turned to see who tapped him. To his utmost surprise, it was the fish seller and the young beauty who he has assumed to be her daughter. He knew he had nowhere to run to, so he smiled at them.
"Corper, how you dey?" the elderly woman greeted.
"Good evening ma, I am doing fine. How are you too?" Uche replied.
"Evening Corper. I dey fine. Na our church be this and na my daughter be dis" the woman said struggling to speak the little Pidgin English she learnt just recently.
"Okay… ma" he returned and turned the daughter, "Hello, how are you doing?"
"Good evening Corper, I am fine. My name is Iniobong" She replied with a wide grin on her face.
"I am Uche" He replied extending his hand for a handshake. She took it shyly bowing her head.
"My mama told me about you. She said you are very handsome and it is true. She said you promised to marry me and take me with you when you want to leave this place." She said with confidence.
Uche smiled faintly as a flashback to that faithful day in the market played in his head. He had only given the woman false hope but she had taken his promise seriously. He was in for trouble with the look of things of he denies or dash their hope with the wrong words. He was at a loss of the next reply to give her so he nods his head and continued smiling.
"We came to the Corpers lodge to see you but met one female Corper who told us that you were not around. We planned to come again this Sunday." She continued with enthusiasm.
"Yes, I was told I had visitors," Uche replied dumbly.
Seeing that Uche was looking towards the pastor's door impatiently she asked, "Are you also waiting to see the pastor?" she asked intelligently.
"Yes, I am," Uche replied amazed at her confidence and striking beauty. She had an oval-shaped face with long hairs and a smile that can melt the heart of anyone. Her long breast stood out from her long flowing gown. Her hair long and neatly packed behind her.
"Okay, come let me take you to where you can easily see him. A lot of people always wait to see the pastor today, if you wait for your turn it will be very dark before you it will get to your turn. The pastor is my uncle so I and mama will help you break through the line." She explained still smiling like a new bride. She spoke briefly to her mother in their dialect and she smiled at Uche.
"Really? Okay, thank you." He answered and followed behind as she led the way her ass shaking behind, shifting to gown from left to right with every step.
He never expected the daughter of the fish seller to be beautiful. This Iniobong, he just set his eyes on was a replica of Anna but with bigger breast and buttocks. Gosh! She was a sight to behold. Her body hug gown gave out all her assets and accentuated her very visible curves. She had big brown eyes, a well-pointed nose and lush full pink lips resting on a well-shaped head. Her big, full and round standing breasts stood at attention on her chest. Her waist was slender but was able to hold her massive buttocks and well-curved hips. Her full long legs gave her all the support she needs to carry her assets. He remembered that she was still in secondary school and sighed out loud. This was a no go area, no matter her endowment and beauty she was still a minor. 'Men are in trouble. With the girl's assets a lot will fall prey' he muttered to himself. He wondered what OBJ would do if he was in his shoes with his record of ageless and classless involvement with women.  Iniobong's voice brought him out of the world of thoughts.
"We will wait here while mama will go in and speak to our pastor. When she comes out, you will go in." Uche acknowledged her words with a nod of his head and a smile. She then exchanged some words with her mother in their dialect and she knocked and entered into the office.
"How did mama learn English in such a short time?" Uche asked Iniobong.
"She started learning because of you so that she will be able to communicate with you well." She replied smiling some more.
"That is really nice. I am impressed because I remembered she couldn't speak English when I first met her…"
"Yes," She nodded. "So, how are you finding being a corper in my village?" she asked.
"Well, that is a really hard question to answer…" He giggled.


Ensure you read the first part of this book SEX WITH A GHOST 1&2 before this one!!!

In the sequel of SEX WITH A GHOST 1&2. Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven.
Uche, a good looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist is posted to Akwa Ibom state for NYSC. Having been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love
and hopes to find it there.
On the first day of his arrival, he clicks with Omo, a beautiful corp-member but she is already in a relationship. Night of that same day, he is molested by a ghost and that won’t be the only time.
Who or what is coming to assault Uche sexually? Will he find the true love he seeks? Is Neveah going to get her revenge? Find out in this paranormal, mysterious and suspense-filled erotica…


Warning!!! - Contents strong sex scenes, strong language and is certain to scare and turn you on!

A hero's unfortunate death. The birth of a villain who shall take the whole world by surprise. Will he fulfil his father's dream or give it one hell of a nightmare.

The next day.
In the morning.
After Zhang Ye washed his face, he ate breakfast before returning to the study.
When the door closed, he opened up the game ring's inventory to retrieve the Lucky Medal and put it on. The Lucky Medal instantaneously shattered as a stream of white light shot out of it, rippling in all directions through the entire world.
The Lucky Medal had been activated.
Counting down: 57 hours.
Then Zhang Ye sat down in front of the computer and started waiting!
Sales!
Give me more sales!
All he wanted was that!
…
Meanwhile.
At crosstalk comedian Tang Dazhang's house.
Today, his wife and child were both at home.
His wife asked, "Old Tang, do you have any performances scheduled for today?"
Tang Dazhang was looking at the computer and smiling absentmindedly. He said, "No, hur hur."
"Why are you so happy?" his wife wondered.
Tang Dazhang chuckled and said, "The sales for Gone with the Wind are no longer moving. Several of the world's literary giants have finally appeared and are fighting him. They have already snatched away quite a bit of the market share, so his chances of getting the Nobel Prize are as good as gone."
His wife said in a speechless manner, "Your feud with him was so long ago."
Tang Dazhang rolled his eyes. "I'll be at odds with him my entire life! Hmph!"
His wife advised, "He's still bringing glory to the country. Besides, I've heard that this novel is pretty good. A few of my friends and colleagues are all reading it."
Tang Dazhang said anxiously, "Don't you dare buy it. I'll take it up with whoever does!"
His wife said, "I know, I know, I won't buy it."
Tang Dazhang harrumphed, "I won't let him gain any increase in his book sales, not even by a single copy!"
Ding dong. The doorbell rang. It was a courier.
His wife smiled and said, "The technical books our son ordered are here."
A large box of books that looked extremely heavy was delivered.
But when they opened it up, they were dumbfounded!
Gone with the Wind!
Gone with the Wind!
Gone with the Wind!
There were a total of 53 books inside, and all of them were Gone with the Wind!
Tang Dazhang spat out a mouthful of blood!
His son said in shock, "I, I didn't buy these!"
His wife was stunned. "Did they send it to the wrong address?"
His son hurriedly contacted the seller online. In the end, the seller turned out to be black-hearted. After haggling for a long time, they still refused to accept a return on the items!
Tang Dazhang was so furious at this!
No returns?
Over fifty copies of Gone with the Wind?
Do you fucking expect me to open a bookstore!
The enraged roar of Tang Dazhang rang out inside the house. "Zhang! Why the hell do you keep haunting me like this!"
…
Japan.
At a bookstore.
Seto Kyoko and her friends were out window shopping.
"Wow, Kyoko."
"Isn't this the English edition of Gone with the Wind?"
"Weren't you the editor for Zhang Ye's One Piece comic?"
"Do you want to buy a copy?"
When Kyoko heard this name, she shivered from head to toe. She said angrily, "Don't mention him. I've sworn that I would never read another work by this great eunuch! Let's go, let's go!" A moment later, someone in front bumped into her, pushing her into the bookshelf that Gone with the Wind was displayed on. It shook from the force, and a copy of Gone with the Wind slid into the bag that she was carrying, unnoticed.
After paying.
They returned to the office.
When Kyoko got back, she opened the bag and discovered the book in it.
"What?"
"When did I buy this?"
"Heavens, what's going on?"
She felt like she had seen a ghost and quickly threw the book aside.
But after thinking about it, she felt that since it had been bought, she couldn't let the money go to waste.
Kyoko clenched her teeth. Her English was pretty good, so she ended up flipping through a few pages. Once she did that, she found herself unable to stop as she got more and more fascinated by what she was reading.
It was time to start working again. The other editors gradually arrived back at the office as well.
"Ah, Kyoko, what are you doing?"
"N-Nothing."
"Why are you reading Zhang Ye's book?"
Kyoko almost burst into tears. "I don't know how I ended up buying it."
Many of the editors cast her a contemptuous glance before placing the things in their hands down. Some of them had bought boxed lunches back, while others went out to buy comic magazines to read. All of a sudden, a lot of people exclaimed in shock!
A female editor shouted, "Ah, why is there a copy of Gone with the Wind in my bag?"
A male editor said, "Damn, why do I have a copy too?"
Another female editor said, "Oh my God, I'm sure I bought a copy of Bangalore's new book. That bookstore employee is too unprofessional. How could he get me the wrong one?"
Everyone was dumbfounded!
It was as though they had all encountered a ghost!
…
America.
At a publishing company, the editors were currently holding a meeting.
The editor-in-chief said, "Let me say this: There isn't a need to promote Gone with the Wind any further. The momentum for this book has weakened, and besides, it was written by a Chinese guy. Our focus will still be on the sales of our own domestic books. Isn't that American writer vying for the Nobel Prize in Literature? There's no reason for our publishing house to not support it. Therefore, I want all aspects of our marketing and publicity efforts to focus on the American writer's book. We can attempt to sell a few of the Japanese and Indian writers' novels as well."
"Alright."
"Understood."
"I will arrange it right away."
Everyone responded positively.
Suddenly, an employee ran in and panted, "This is bad!"
The editor-in-chief kept a straight face. "What's the matter, Will?"
Will said in panic, "Our guys at the printers got it wrong!"
The editor-in-chief was startled. "Got what wrong?"
Will said in tears, "The novels scheduled for printing have been mistakenly printed as Gone with the Wind!"
"What?" The editor-in-chief shot to his feet. He said in a trembling voice, "How many copies were printed by mistake?"
Will did not dare tell him. "Um, uh—"
The editor-in-chief roared, "Speak!"
Will wiped his sweat away. "A million copies!"
The editors in the conference room nearly fell out of their chairs!
The editor-in-chief saw red!
A million copies?
A million copies were wrongly printed?
How many years would it take to sell all of that!
A female editor quickly asked, "So, Chief Editor, the direction of the marketing you wanted us to take, should we go ahead and implement it as you said? If there's nothing else, we'll get back to our work."
However, the editor-in-chief surprised the room. "Implement, my ass! I want all of the publicity and marketing efforts to fully focus on Gone with the Wind! Push it! Sell it! Put it on sale! Make sure to sell them all!"
"Ah?"
Everyone was horrified!
…
On this day.
The entire world was in chaos!
Some people returned home to find a copy of Gone with the Wind in their bags.
Some people placed orders online and realized that they had bought the wrong book after it was delivered.
Some publishing houses printed the wrong books and ended up approaching other publishing houses they had a better relationship with to help them share the burden so as to reduce their losses. As a result, the replies they got shocked them ever more: Eh, you guys mistakenly printed Gone with the Wind too?
Too?
Mistakenly printed it too?
What the fuck is going on?!
What the hell is this!
On this night, the entire world felt like they had encountered a paranormal event!
…
On the same day.
Gone with the Wind's sales figures broke records once again!
The sales of the novel had nearly come to a standstill under the assault of the other Nobel Prize nominees' works. 7.3 million. 7.4 million. The rate of sales crawled to a slow. It had lost the momentum it had at the beginning. But on this day, the sales of Gone with the Wind exploded again. It blew up so greatly that it chilled everyone in the world!
8 million copies!
9 million copies!
10 million copies!
It surpassed 10 million copies in sales!
Now, the population of the world was stunned!


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!

Chapter 17 Angry Roy
　　 At seven o'clock in the morning of August 8, Gao Bo woke up on the camp bed in his office.
During this time, Gao Bo's work was very busy. In order to get the team on track as soon as possible, he took the team to train during the day and prepare for the warm-up match. At night, he summarized the training situation during the day and the player's situation. At the same time, it is necessary to adjust the training plan of individual players in time according to the training effect, which takes up almost all of his time and makes him sleep at three or four in the morning every day. No way, John Aston and others may be able to help him in command training, but in some other jobs, Gao Bo can only come by himself, so he simply lives in the team's training base. He has not even visited the apartment the team rented for him several times.
 
 
　　 In the office bathroom, Gao Bo used cold water to drive away the drowsiness on his face. Then he stood in front of the mirror, unzipped the training suit, and hung the whistle on his neck. This is his standard equipment when leading the team in training.
　　 Then Gao Bo took off the sticky note on the mirror.
　　 "August 8th itinerary: in the morning, counterattack routine drill + 45-minute match; afternoon pass training + pre-match press conference!"
　　 Compared with the usual itinerary, today's itinerary has one more press conference.
　　 On August 9th, Luton will usher in the first league of the new season at home, and they will face the first opponent of the season in Port Vail at home!
One day of training quickly passed. As the next day was about to play, the training incident in the afternoon was reduced by Gao Bo. After that, the players were not allowed to go home. Gao Bo asked all his players to have no special circumstances before the game. , Must live in the training base, if it is away, of course it is staying in the hotel.
　　 Then Gao Bo took the team captain Kevin Keane to the conference hall on the first floor of the office building. Before each home game, it will always be temporarily changed to the location of the pre-match press conference.
Although the conference hall is not large, a second division match did not get much media attention. Apart from the media in Luton and Port Vail, there are only Sky Sports and the British Broadcasting Corporation. The British media giant has this funding and has dedicated reporters stationed all over the UK.
The reporters were sitting sparsely in every corner of the conference hall, with a row of tables at the front. John Aston made a temporary guest appearance as a press officer, while Gao Bo took Kevin Keane to sit and set up. Sit down on the chair with two microphones.
　　 All the reporters are staring at Gao Bo, a Chinese as the head coach of the English team, this is the first time these Western reporters who have seen him have seen this kind of thing.
 　　 Gao Bo did not dress up specifically because he was going to attend the press conference. He still wore the training suit he wore when he went out in the morning, and he didn't even have time to take off the whistle around his neck.
This image of Gao Bo was placed in front of a group of reporters. To be honest, if the reporters had some mystery about Gao Bo's identity before, then this mystery has long been lost without a trace. ...Except for this Oriental who looks a little handsome, he can't match the coach at all.
　　 He looks so young, he looks much younger than Kevin Keane next to him!
　　 was dressed in a black professional suit, with a capable face of Roy Saul sitting in the front row, with a trace of anger on her face, which made the lady reporter with a light makeup show a hint of coquettish in the neat and capable.
Roy is a reporter for the "Hat Seller", Luton's largest circulation newspaper. You can tell from the name of this newspaper the newspaper's stance—the Luton team's nickname is Haters"!
　　Roy is naturally also a Luton fan. She is from Luton. Her family has been Luton's fan since a hundred years ago.
　　 At this time, Roy looked at the young Luton coach, and she felt a burst of anger.
　　 In her opinion, David Luton, who came back from the United States, is just a mess. Do Americans understand football?
　　 The American found a Chinese young man who was only 27 years old to manage her home team. How could this not make Roy angry.
　　Ms. Loy looked at her notebook and put her right hand on her right thigh. As soon as the press officer announced the start of the press conference, she immediately raised her hand to try to get the first opportunity to ask questions.
　　 John Aston did not let Miss Roy wait too long.
　　 "Now is twenty minutes free question time..."
　　As soon as John's voice fell, Roy's hand was raised. She naturally got the first opportunity to ask questions.
　　 Miss Roy narrowed her eyes and looked at Gao Bo.
　　 Bastard, Luton is not a team that anyone can coach!
　　Miss Loy stood up, her chest rippling.
 
 
Gao Bo looked at Roy's face before. Now when the other party stood up, he realized that the female reporter was quite tall, especially when she was sitting in the front row. Once she stood up, Gao Bo's eyes could only stay on Roy was in the rough waves.
　　 Gao Bo coughed awkwardly and turned his head away slightly.
　　 There was a slight laughter in the conference hall, and apparently they also found the embarrassment of Luton coach.
　　 Roy's face turned gloomy, she frowned, the anger on her face was already undisguised.
　　 "Mr. Gao Bo! You brought three players from the amateur league to Luton this season. Do you not know enough about the intensity of the second division?!"
　　 Roy raised his head, with a hint of provocation on his face.
　　 This daring bastard, I will see how you step down today!
Kevin Keane took a worried look at the head coach. "Hat Seller" is Luton's local mouthpiece. Now even Luton's mouthpiece is full of malice towards Gao Bo. It is conceivable that Gao Bo is a man in the fans' mind What image. But Kevin Keane knows that Gao Bo is definitely a high-level head coach, not to mention the tactical system he built for the team just say the players he brought, every player is in Kevin -Keane seems to have the ability to play the main force at least in the English Championship level team!
　　 Gao Bo looked at this English girl who looked at herself provocatively with great interest.
　　 Gao Bo has long known that the English media is not easy to mess with, so he didn't have any expectations for the press conference. He didn't even make perfunctory changes such as changing clothes.
　　 But if there are such seductive beauties in the front row of each press conference, this press conference does not seem to be useless.
　　 "The players I brought are enough to gain a foothold in the Second Division. In fact, even in the First Division or even the English Champions League, my players are enough to cope." Gao Bo sat up slightly, and said flatly.
　　 "The second division is a professional league, Mr. Gao Bo!!!"
 
 
　　 "Miss reporter, I am now the head coach of a professional league. I know more about what a professional league is than you do!"
　　 Luton's mouthpiece newspaper reporter quarreled with Luton's head coach, and the other reporters at the press conference watched the excitement enthusiastically.
At the end of the press conference, Gao Bo stood up from his position. Before turning to leave, he turned his head and said: "Valdy and Charlie are the best forwards in the second division. Kanter will be the best defense in the league. Field, wait until the season starts, you will know, Miss reporter!"
　　 Gao Bo turned around and left after speaking.
　　 The best striker?
　　 The best defensive midfielder?
　　 Talk in a dream, **** bastard!
　　 Roy bit his lip, staring fixedly at Gao Bo's back.
　　 The other reporters were confused.
　　We haven't asked any questions yet...

Going back to 2008, Gao Bo became the head coach of Luton Town who was deducted 30 points at the beginning of the season.

At the beginning of the season, 30 points were deducted. It is almost a team that is considered to be relegated. Gao Bo used his football knowledge and football card system that he had more than ten years more than others.

Under the circumstances that everyone thought it was impossible, it was a miracle. Such a successful upgrade started his legendary journey to become the best coach in the world.




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