When a young poet fell in love.

"I will tell our story by turning it into poems. And, every thought and feeling I have, I will put them all there."

STATUS: On-Going
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Date Started: 04/04/2021
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Fifty Poems For Him | A Poem
by: Athalieus Page


[ The Book Cover was edited by me. The original photo is from Pinterest, At (_Had jer_)'s.] 


Copyright  2021 All Right Reserved

Five friends decided to go on a road trip. Where will their journey take them?


DON'T SKIP THE DISCLAIMER!

A ONE-SHOT STORY
Language: English


Copyright 2021 All Rights Reserved

The daily routines can absorb us so then I sole want to entertainment myself and i will tend to try with you too

Just ideas that keep pestering the author's mind.


This would range from short skits to poems or song lyrics. I honestly don't know

Female mafia falls in love 
her hobbies include reading, fighting, and music 
She is a very powerful person one of the best maifia she has been designed to lead but everything changes once she finds love

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.

- Exo - {Baekhyun} 
"Hello"
"Hi" I bow in respect to the person at the counter then walk around until a title ot cover catches my eye. I continue to walk around and I see a little pink book in the poems. I walk over but right before I could grab it, someone with breathtaking looks grabs it and flips through the pages and stops at one randomly and scanned over it.
"You know is better luck if you read the very last poem right?" I said grabbing a cutely familiar floral pattern poetry. The boy looks at me and scoffs a bit as I open the box in the middle.
"Then why open and read one in the middle with that one?" I turn to him and smile sweetly.
"I've read this entire book, plus I remember it all, I was just scrolling through it." He then smirks holding out his hand.
"Let me see it real quick. I'll name off a poem name and author and you resite it, wanna play?" I smile and nod and he opens it near the front choosing a page.
"Ok, Lean On The Water by-"
"Kim Hyesoon. That's her book 'Autobiography Of Death', turn it over." I smirk as his eyes widen a bit but he just cleared his throat.
"Site it"
"Day 4. Lean your body on the water and cling to it. Wear a coat woven in the waters hair. I crouched and cover my face. Let's be slant together. let's Fall in bracing each other. After I jump off it'll be your turn to jump. When I throw down the fishing line, please bite on the hook and Bob up. I'll do the same next time. Plead to. the water talks to itself more than you do. It babbles on when it's drunk. So I take the rain home. Water pours in through the window. You're about to lean on it, but the water leans on you even more." he looks at me and shocked and I just smirked grabbing the book from his hands and putting it back on the shelf where I grabbed it.
"How did you-"
"I've read it twice, amazing how I remember it huh?". I smile and he nods in amazement.
"I never remember something like that unless it's about fried Chicken." He says as we both chuckle lightly.
"My name is Heesoo, nice too meet you." I hold my hand out with a bright smile, the boy takes my hands and returns the smile shaking it.
"Baekhyun, but you can call me bacon." He spoke a light chuckle in a bright smile.
"Well, why are you here today bacon?". I smile but hold back the matter of not wanting to giggle or even laugh at the fact that he gets called bacon.
"It's my older brother's birthday in a few weeks, so I'm looking for a book to give him.". the pink book he had in his hands gently gets placed back on the shelf. I look at the books and smile.
"Does he like love poems?" I asked was a small smile but he shrugs causing me I completely lose the small smile and giggle that I had found.
"I don't know, I'm just set on love poems." He said scanning the shelf once again.
"Well, there are some good ones here if you want some recommendations?" He knows without hesitation I quickly grabbed five books I have engraved in me. 
"The love of an apple tree by Cho Yoonho, no flower blooms without wavering by Do Jonghwan, even birds leave the world poems chosen by Hwang Jiwoo, everything you're in for: Manhae's poems of love and longing by Cho Francisca, and last but not least flowers of a moment by In Ko."  I top of the books on top of each other in his hands and he just smiles. 
"You know alot." He says with an awkward chuckle and I laugh a bit. 
"I'm in my second year of studying literature. My whole life is books, I better know a lot." He laughed.
"Cute, a bookworm." I smile and nod going to the English novels and in a cute way Baekhyun, even with five books in his hands, waddled behind me.
"Hey Heesoo, you want to grab coffee with me after we buy these?" I hesitate as I've looked at the Stephen King books.
"sure why not? There's a small and great shop somewhere close to here. Sound good?"  I said as I grabbed "Bag of Bones" off the shelf.
"You read English literature?" Baekhyun asked as we walk towards the counter.
"Yeah, I learned English and study literature so it helps a lot." A chuckle to myself.
"That'll be 17$" I pull out my wallet and I pay the cashier with a smile. Seconds later she hands me a paper bag with my book in it. 
"Thank you and have a nice day, come again!"
"Of course you too, Baekhyun, see you outside." I whisper a bit then walk out the door waiting for Baekhyun to accompany me to the coffee shop. 
"Let's go." he smiles quickly and lovingly. I haven't response and off we go walking to the coffee shop around the corner. 
"Hi and welcome to board Castle, oh, hey Heesoo." My friend Kim Samuel said with a bright smile.
"Hey Sam Sam. This is Baekhyun." I turn to baekhyun and smile sweetly.
"Baekhyun go ahead and order okay?" He smiled and nodded turn towards Samuel in a quick instant.
"One iced Americano please."
"Okay, and Heesoo regular for you?" Samuel asked and I nodded.
"Pay up bitch." Samuel said and we both smirked.
"Yeah yeah." I pull up my wallet and pay for the coffee, when I turned to Baekhyun he smiles sweetly and leads the way to a small table near the back by the window.
"So you come here a lot?" He asked with curiosity swimming and his beautiful brown eyes.
"Yeah, kinda." I smile and scratch the back of my neck nervously. Baekhyun lets off a soft chuckle and taps the table.
"How about you do me a favor?" I tilt my head and question it.
"Like what?"
"Next Saturday come to the park with me. We can read together there." I felt shocked but a sense of confidence run through me in those two seconds.
"Sure."
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It's Saturday already and I've acting like an eighth grader on her first date of her entire life. I flipped through every cute outfit and I still felt like it wasn't doing right. In the end though I settled with a bumblebee crop top, Jean short shorts, and yellow checkered vans. Sweet, cute, simple. I hear my phone ringing in those moments I panic and quickly grab it answering it.
"Hello?" I kind of yelled and it stayed kind of silent oh, my nerves then started to tingle until I hear complete laughter.
"Oh my god, Heesoo, are you ok?  You sounded scared and excited at the same time, what's going on?" Samuel mocked me causing me only to frown.
"Shut up, and I'm going on a date today." I said in the cocky tone but my smile fell when I dart dear Samuel die of laughter once again. 
"Oh my God really?! I hope he leaves in an instant!"
"Samuel!"
"What I'm only speaking my mind!"
"Well it wasn't nice, say sorry."
"Okay fine Mom! I'm sorry." He spoke with a softer voice and I once again smile to myself.
"I accept your apology, now, I have a date and he asked me to it first. Dick."
"Wait what?!  Heesoo?!" and right before I could hear much more I hang up in an instant taking a deep breath into peaceful and silent are that surrounded me now that I didn't have to hear Samuel.
"Aw, peace and qu-" I heard a knock on my door and I saw a slouching and groaning as I walk.
"What do you-, oh, Baekhyun..." I flush an embarrassment and amazement at the same time.
"Looks like someone made you mad before I arrived." he lightly chuckles and I let him inside while I grab my purse in the couch and a small sweater just in case.
"Yeah, Samuel called right before you knocked. So I thought you were him, sorry" I laugh awkwardly, but baekhyun stopped me right before we had left my door.
"You have your part book?" I smile softly and laugh a bit.
"In my purse here." I said he smiles as I pull small book out. out enough to where he couldn't see the book, but still enough to where he could tell what it was specifically.
"Ok, let's go then." he walks out the door and I follow him, of course I lock the door. We got into a nice 2017 Chevy car model and off we went. 
"You look adorable." Baekhyun said with soft pink resting on his cheeks.
"Thanks, you-" I look at him and actually become speechless. His beauty is to the max. His hair is a little messy making his dark deep brown eyes pop and a cute yet beautiful way. white sweatshirt over a black over fit shirt with blue skinny jeans and some small silver accessories. 
"You look amazing." I said still pretty much lovestruck for the boy and he chuckles sweetly even through his Rosy tinted face.
"Thanks, I went through everything in my closet."
"Same actually." I said looking at my lap as my cheeks feel a rise in temperature. 
"Well, you picked a good outfit even though You had a small panic. Also your house is cute, thanks for letting me pick you up." Baekhyun piled everything. I'm guessing he's still kind of nervous? 
"Thanks, and of course, thanks for the offer." I smiled sweetly and I could feel a bit of his wall of awkwardness crumble to my comment.
"I wanted it to be like a date so I did what most people do in movies and dramas. Pick the girl up, give her compliments, and lastly, try and have a nice time with her." I begin to slowly Google and laugh at how cutely in cliche the boy is.
"Well I'm already having fun." I giggle and lit up in the last bit of awkward wall finally fell down.
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"Let me lay down so you can read the poems to me." We've been sitting under a tree for an hour reading and sharing lines we liked with each other and Baekhyun stole my book to read some of the poems I've Loved for years, so I'm laying in his lap.
"Have you read all of these?" he asked showing me the book pages. Marks, highlights, some notes on it. I've had that book for years.
"Uh, yeah." He giggled and Pat's my head.
"I should get you to blush more." he pointed to my cheeks and in those seconds reality hit me and I felt the heat kissing my cheeks.
"Start reading!" I yelled and he shot me a face of fake hurt. I laughed and he smiles getting his eyes glued to the book.
I close my eyes enjoying the sounds and tingly feeling I have in the pit of my stomach.  the birds singing with excitement and joy allowing them to be completely oblivious of our unreasonably harsh world. The sound of Baekhyun's soft, calm breathing mixed with the sound of pages gently turning made me happy.  happy that his breathing in the pages turning meant he liked what he was looking over, but I also counted how many times he turn the pages. I remember each poem on each page.
Page 16- an early winter letter by Kim Yongtak
Page 20- love: making a long distance phone call by Moon Insoo
Page 37- Chanhyang's last words parts 1 2 and 3 by Seo Jungju
Page 43- Natasha, the white donkey, and me by Bark seok
Those were my four favorites. each poem has its own unique story, writing, feeling, and authors. I loved this book. It has collections of great poems from newer authors and authors with such literature talent that they shouldn't be forgotten.  Baekhyun then took a stop in the book.
"Page 55, the white martial law by Choi Seungho, next page is 57, the cow by Kim Giteak." I spoke softly and almost stopped breathing as I hear the page turn and soon I felt his eyes land on me.
"You're amazing, you know that?" His voice put out in astonishment.
"Thanks, but go to page 82 and read that to me." His hand softly flip to the page that I requested and he chuckled lightly.  My eyes stay closed as they listen to his angelic voice kinda question me and a cute way.
"Physics of love by-"
"By Kim Inyook, first published in 1963."  I spoke and he tapped my forehead making me jump up and look at him with offended eyes.
"Let me read it, you asked away." He spoke softly with a playful smile.
"Let me read it with you then, we can both read it." I said and he softly nodded.
"Ok."  I layed back down in his lap and closed my eyes once again.  When someone reads to me I close my eye and all my attention goes to their voice.  When I was little the teacher always thought I was asleep, but I would quite that whole page when they asked.  So books were always my 'talent'. 
"Mass is not proportional to volume."  His voice soft, slow, and calming.  Then I go out in my lines. 
"A girl as small as a violet, a girl who moves like a flower petal is pulling me towards her with more force than her mass."  Baekhyun then softly pets my hair as he continues on.
"Just then, I am like Newtons apple."  He stopped and I smile to myself.
"I rolled towards her without stopping, untill I fell on her." And just like that we continued to take turns with book lines.
"With a thump, with a thump thump."
"My heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground." I went to see the last line but his voice join mine.
"It was my first love..." I open my eyes and see him staring at me. His eyes filled with some kind of sparkle. 
"Hey Heesoo, could you sit up real quick?" I didn't hesitate to move without reason.  He just stared that odd sparkle still stuck in his eyes, so I try to question him. 
"Baekhyun, what's wrong?" He stayed silent for another minute so I chose to go again.
"Baek-" in an instant his nose was lightly sitting on m cheek and his lips were gently on mine and my only reaction was to close my eyes and kiss back.  He was gentle and it seemed like it tasted sweet.  After a few seconds that amazingly seemed like a minute he pulled away and smiled as a bit of pink crept up to his cheeks.
"Heesoo, sorry I-"
"It's fine, so u like me huh?" He nodded and looked at my book that he had resting in his hands. 
"Well, I like you too."  I smiled a bit as I feel flames on my cheeks so I look away so he can't see.
"Then be my girlfriend!" His voice filled with a nervous panic and excitement at the same time. 
"Kiss me then."  And that's my story.  My beautiful love story that all started in a book store. 
-Mayji

The next day on the way to work, while walking past the subway's west newsstand, Zhang Ye asked, "Has the Beijing Times newspaper arrived? How much?"

"A dollar." the owner replied mechanically.

Zhang Ye took out some money, "Give me a copy."

The owner took the money and handed a copy over, "Okay, take it."

Zhang Ye, broke as hell, felt bad giving the dollar. But it was unavoidable; money ought to be spent that had to be spent. He held up the paper and flipped through it page by page. When he arrived at the subway and pushed through the crowd at line 10, a sparkle appeared in his eyes. He flipped to the center page, saw his name printed across the page with the headlines especially attention-capturing - "Two Poems Saved a Life"!

Yesterday night, on Beijing Radio Station's Literature Channel program "Talk About the World" special, during the call-in session for the "Matters of the Heart" topic, a female university student attempted suicide on the air over her boyfriend's plans to further his studies in New York. The program host, Wang Xiaomei, attempted to talk her out of it, but failed. In the end, the guest of the show, the Literature Channel's "Late-night Ghost Stories" host, Teacher Zhang Ye, saved her life with two poems!

The dark night gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek the light – A Generation.

The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between opposite sides of the world. It is that you don’t know that I love you, when I stand in front of you...The furthest distance in the world is the love between the bird and fish. One is flying in the sky, the other is looking upon the sea. – "The Furthest Distance in the World", also named "Flying Bird and Fish".

The above are the poems in their original form.

According to sources, the two poems were composed on the spot by Teacher Zhang Ye. Our reporter also contacted Teacher Zhang for an interview late last night. Although it was just a phone call, he was awed by Teacher Zhang Ye's literary talent.

Ah?

Awed by my literary talent?

Zhang Ye blushed a little. He had taken the reporter to be a ham salesman. Literary talent, my ass!

The report continued: We have to mention here a side story. At midnight, the editorial department was rushing the report. After seeing the two works, they were moved. An explanation and review of the two poems were done, but when handed over to the head editor for checks, we were held back from publishing it. After reading the poems, his own words were, "Delete all the reviews and analysis. Do not use the old way of writing the report. ‘Flying Bird and Fish’, a modern poem like this would immediately hit it off with the reader. And the other, ‘A Generation’, the strength in this cannot be explained by words. This is a great modern poem. Whether or not the author is a rookie, the only word to describe this poem is 'Great'. Maybe the author's fame and current era's background are not enough to make this poem well-known throughout the world, but I believe time will prove much. A few years or maybe a few decades, or even a few hundreds years down the road, the future generations will remember this poem and remember a person - Zhang Ye and his ‘A Generation’. Our generation, their next generation and the future generation of the next generation.”

The review was highly positive. Zhang Ye’s heart fluttered.

...

Department.

"Morning." Zhang Ye walked into the office.

Assistant Xiaofang was the first to welcome him, smiling and revealing her small canine teeth, "Teacher Zhang, you came at the right time. We were just talking about the report in the Beijing Times. Have you seen it?"

Zhang Ye smiled. "I've also seen it."

Xiaofang giggled, "People were chatting before about it. You are the first person in our Literature Channel to go in the Beijing Times in the recent years." She was happy for Zhang Ye. "This is, after all, the Beijing Times. Even though it's limited to the capital area, the circulation numbers are in the hundreds of thousands. Most people don't have such a treatment!"

The old host, Teacher Feng, of "Old and Young Story Club" looked over and gave high praises, "Teacher Little Zhang, I heard the rebroadcast last night. I listened to the two poems again and again. Hai, indeed the younger generations will surpass us in time. I'm about to retire soon, so this station will be in the hands of you young people."

Zhang Ye quickly said, "It's not as serious as you make it out to be. My literary standard is still far from accomplished. I came to the station with a learning attitude. Today, it will still be the same. I'm hoping to receive lots of advice from every Teacher."

Tian Bin and Li Si had already came to work.

Zhang Ye also noticed him and saw the rage in Tian Bin's eyes. He was jealous and ignored Zhang Ye, before sitting at his desk. After having Zhang Ye rob the position of main host of "Late-night Ghost Stories" from him, Tian Bin was now a stand-in DJ. He usually did not have any work to do and only stood in when there was a shortage. He had not gone on a program for days, so it wasn't strange that he was mad.

However, Li Si's attitude today was completely different. It was clear he did not want to speak, but for some unknown reason, he suddenly stopped just as he was about to turn around, "...Teacher Zhang, morning."

Zhang Ye looked at him, "Oh, morning."

Li Si nodded with his head and then returned to his seat. It seemed like he had given in and had sized up the situation.

Seeing this, Tian Bin's expression turned worse. His popularity was always average amongst his colleagues. Previously, he would often speak about people behind their backs, so it was not strange that he was abandoned by the masses today.

Later on, the top celebrity of the station, Wang Xiaomei, came in. She did not look towards Zhang Ye and greeted a few old comrades and friends she had good relations with, before surprisingly saying to Zhang Ye, "Teacher Zhang, quite a number of letters from my program's listeners were written to you. I will get an assistant to give it to you in a while." Although her attitude did not seem to change, one had to know that Wang Xiaomei had never privately addressed Zhang Ye as "Teacher Zhang". A change in salutation clearly showed a subtle form of recognition.

Twenty minutes later, Zhang Ye received the letters from the listeners of "Talk About the World". In the generation where the internet was pervasive, this world was similar to Zhang Ye's world. Few people wrote letters, but Zhang Ye remained serious about it. Words written on a piece of paper felt more real and sincere.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang Ye. I heard the program yesterday. I'm also a parent, so I won't say much. I'll just thank you for that child's parents."

There was a total of 37 letters and all the feedback from the listeners was very positive.

Zhang Ye then went through the official e-mail inbox of "Late-night Ghost Stories". He read every mail sent by the listeners and then read the comments left on Beijing Radio Station's website. Suddenly, he saw a link and upon clicking it, he realized his "The Furthest Distance in the World" had been posted on a large discussion forum!

There had been 750,000 views!

There were more than 3,000 replies!

"This poem is too touching!"

"Why are there so many views? Isn't this the early stages of going viral!?"

"It has gone viral online, too? When I saw this poem in the Beijing Times in the morning, I was impressed. However, I prefer ‘A Generation’ more."

"I'm a moderator for the literature section on a website and an outright literature lover. I have always liked modern poems and I especially like writing them. I have always thought that I write very well and have left many modern poems in the literature section. However, after seeing Teacher Zhang Ye's two poems, I now know what it means to be the frog in the well. This is a real modern poem and what I wrote wasn't!"

There were praises and there were, of course, doubts.

"What rotten poem is this? It's just so-so."

"Right, it's too lame. One moment the furthest distance is this, then the next moment the furthest distance is that. There is no precision!"

No matter how well anything was done, it could not satisfy everyone. Zhang Ye knew this, so when he logged on, he wore an anti-troll fire vest before leaving a message. He did not have any strengths; only his attitude was good and tended to be more peaceful and calm. Seeing all the cursing, he only smiled and had the bearing of a literature writer and great poet. 

He answered in style, "...I f**k your second granny's lungs! Just so-so? Do you even f**king know literature? Eh? You dare think lightly of this divine work that can last the ages!? You all are a piece of s**t! A stinking piece of ****!"

People immediately felt the rush, "Eh, why are you cursing?"

Another netizen chimed in, "#3256 is right. All of you don't understand art!"

Another netizen said, "How can there be criticisms for a poem this classic? I really don't understand the aesthetic values of others!"

"Right, this is a poem that has saved a life. Still so-so? Then write a poem to save a life for me to see!"

Under Zhang Ye's lead, those people who had left their negative opinions were drowned by their spit and no longer posted. Seeing the warm enthusiasm, Zhang Ye logged off without his face red or heart throbbing excitedly. He did not feel that he was wretched. This was the attitude a literature writer had!

Lao Tze said this before: take actions when the right time comes!


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!

Ding dong!
Right then, Xiao Feifei's phone sounded.
"It's Lingchen."
Xiao Feifei's eyes brightened, and she immediately opened the message. "He has really finished the script."
"He actually finished the script in three days?!" Sister Lin exclaimed in surprise. "I wonder what's the quality like."
"It won't be bad." Xiao Feifei was filled with anticipation. She printed out Ye Lingchen's script in a hurry and read it back to back with Sister Lin.
Once they started, their laughter never stopped and they were totally engrossed in it, unable to stop midway. Only when they finished the last page could they stop reading.
"This script...OMG! It will definitely be a hit!" Sister Lin gasped a mouthful of cold air. She recalled the plots in iPartment and still felt like laughing.
Xiao Feifei was the Queen of TV series. Their sense for TV series was definitely on par with any directors. This iPartment script was really well written and could be considered a masterpiece!
"It's a heartwarming and funny TV series." Although Xiao Feifei had full confidence in Ye Lingchen, she was still shocked when she saw that script. She even felt that this script surpassed all the scripts she had seen before this!
"The content of this script is impeccable. It accommodates audiences of all ages. Most importantly, this script's filming cost is extremely low!" Xiao Feifei noticed that point.
Filming cost was an important factor for a filming company because it directly affected the profits. Nonetheless, Ye Lingchen managed to create the perfect content and minimize the cost at the same time. He deserved to be described as a genius. Furthermore, this script was written in only three days!
If that news were to be leaked, it would shake the screenwriting community. All the screenwriters would die from embarrassment!
"Feifei, I finally understand why you're working so hard." Sister Lin nodded profoundly as she read the script.
At first, Xiao Feifei was a rare good girl in her eyes. Those that are worthy of her could be counted on one's hand. However, Ye Lingchen was an exception!
Just what kind of monstrous person was this!?
Seeing Xiao Feifei reply to him with a satisfied emoji, Ye Lingchen smiled and took a break. He then used his phone to log onto Weibo.
Recently, there were a lot of people tagging him on Weibo, causing his Weibo account to vibrate non stop with notifications. Even some of the public official accounts were tagging him. Meanwhile, he was unsure of what had happened.
Novel Y's Weibo was already taken over from all sides. Below it were countless comments. 
[F*ck! Please go to Weibo and sanction this. I can't take it anymore!]
[Novel Y, aren't you good with poems? Please go at it with those poets. I beg of you!]
[Livestream Y, you can't just focus on live streaming. You're so good with poems, why not write a few more?]
[F*ck! I can't take it anymore. I want to vomit!]
[I didn't turn on Weibo for three days now. My eyes, it burns!]
…
Ye Lingchen was shocked when he entered Weibo's main page.
In the middle of the main page was an event banner. It was the poem event that he saw a few days back. It was a platform for everyone to express themselves through poems.
To be honest, that event was rather successful and was buzzing with activity.
Opening the event link, Ye Lingchen was surprised. The event page was unexpectedly filled with many poems over the past few days. It was roughly estimated to be in the thousands.
Apart from some trolls from when the event started, it managed to bring in a few traditional linguists to take part as the event progressed.
Their Weibo were all certified accounts, and they were members of the Author's Association from various districts, various poets, modern poets, and even ancient poem appraisers.
This group of people was rather famous and had previously created some works. With their reputation, their participation immediately boosted the status and liveliness of the event.
Everyone took turns to voice out their comments, teachings, and debates.
At first, everything was fine. However, this group of people got addicted to boasting which eventually got into their heads. With that rush, they started sharing their poems for everyone to read.
[XX City's WA [1] Chairman: River covers all, black hole above the well. White on a yellow dog, swelling on a white dog.]
[XX City's WA member no.1: Good poem, good poem! Chairman's poem is describing a snowing scene, right? So lifelike. I'm humbled, so humbled!]
[XX City's WA member no.2: The poem's content and words are easily relatable. It also breaks apart from the usual rhyming pattern, especially that last sentence, "swelling on a white dog", is the essence of the poem. It shows us the scene of a heavy snowstorm, causing the image to pop out from the paper! Just amazing!]
[XX City's WA member no.3: This poem is a masterpiece, one I look up to!]
Faced with the praise from the crowd, XX City's WA Chairman laughed humbly, [It's nothing. This is just something I wrote casually at the end of last year. It's not suited for formal events. Please don't laugh at me…] 
With that, they started stroking each other's ego on the platform, getting more and more out of hand, eventually turning the platform into their stage.
Ye Lingchen continued reading. With that, it turned even more nonsensical.
[XX City's WA Chairman: Since everyone is sharing their works, then I shall show my flaws and entertain everyone. Big Clear Lake[2]—Big clear lake, lake clear big. Big clear lake has lotus, lotus has a toad, jumping here and there.]
[XX City's WA member no.1: Good poem, good poem!]
[XX City's WA member no.2: This poem fully expressed the scene of Daming Lake. This is awesome!]
[XX City's WA member no.3: Everyone please applause!]
Apart from that, there were also those asking for advice.
[XX City's WA member: I had an inspiration and wrote a poem, hoping for chairmen and presidents to give me some pointers. A Praise of the Clouds—The clouds in the sky are really white. Really white, really really white. Very white, very very white. Extremely white, super white, so white I could die. Ah!]
That was not the worst. Below that, someone was actually giving him pointers.
[XX City's WA Chairman: Your poem is mainly writing about the whiteness of the clouds. The theme is clear, but the obscurity is lacking. However, as a poem, it is considered acceptable. Passable.]
[XX District's WA Chairman: I feel that your poem might need another supporting sentence, for example, "Reflected on the water, turning the water white."]
[XX City's WA member: That's the essential touch! As expected of the chairman. Thank you for your guidance. I've learned much!]
'No, I can't read this anymore.'
Ye Lingchen quickly logged out of there. If he continued reading them, he feared that his intelligence would be affected.
No wonder so many people cried foul. That was just challenging the extreme!
—
[1] Writer's Association. With so many instances of this happening, we decided to just give them an acronym.
[2] 大明湖 - Daming Lake, or literally translated as Big Clear Lake


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

November 15th, Tuesday…
Handong University's Ancient Chinese Studies Dormitory.
A few students were typing on their keyboards onto their respective laptops. From time to time, they would stop and search for various information online.
Those who did not know would think that they were writing a thesis.
However, in fact, they were the first batch of creators of the 'Useful App'. At that moment, they were completing the task assigned by their mentor.
These master program's students were responsible for a portion of the content each, mainly poems, lyrics, ancient texts, and so on. After the basic content was uploaded to the 'Useful App' note, they would be responsible for summarizing, sorting out existing research results and knowledge, and perfecting the terms.
The 'Useful App' had a special platform template. The creators only had to fill it in according to the template. The content would be reviewed by higher-level creators. Normally, it would be done by PhD students or young lecturers. The template would be displayed after the review.
These master's students would normally log onto the wiki website or the Knowledge Network. However, compared to these two websites, the 'Useful App' was more scientific in terms of structural planning.
The 'Useful App' structure was similar to the Encyclopedic website, but apart from the content, there was also a huge difference in the details of the usage.
Simply put, 'Useful App' was trying hard to do subtraction and stratification.
Ordinary wiki websites would display most of the information of the same word on the same page. On the one hand, it would appear too messy. On the other hand, the content would not be on the same level and would not be able to adapt to the need for personalization.
For example, some people only wanted the most basic information, while others needed detailed analysis of a certain word or sentence. These two extreme requirements were difficult for the wiki website to take care of.
"Useful App" was actually a multi-layered structure. The first layer was the core and most essential analysis of a certain word; the second layer was some classification analysis of the word; the third layer was the analysis and study of a particular word; the fourth layer was the origin of the content, citing the thesis, and so on; and the fifth layer was the various questions derived from the word.
The levels would be displayed in various ways such as flipping pages or flicking windows, taking care of users' usage habits.
For users, they could accurately and quickly find the content that they needed the most without having to read any unnecessary information.
At the moment, the 'Useful App' was being used for ancient poems and literature. The basic functions had already been developed. Apart from repairing all sorts of bugs, the main task now was to rely on the creators to continuously update the content.
This was a relatively boring job, but the students did not find it tiring.
On one hand, this was their profession. It was akin to consolidating their own professional knowledge when sorting out these contents. On the other hand, this was also a job that could very well subsidize the daily expenses of these poor students.
A masters program student had just finished his work for the day. He leaned back in his chair and stretched.
"Old Li, have you completed your task today?"
"Almost."
"What do you mean by almost? Don't try to fool us. Previously, you used the wrong thesis, and we were warned by our supervisor. Professor Kong Zhemin is in charge of this. Don't even think about graduating if you dare to cause any trouble!"
"Don't worry, I was negligent last time. I checked the contents several times now. I won't make that kind of low-level mistake again."
"However, I'm puzzled. Why did Tengda pay us to make something like that? They would probably won't be able to earn much money even though it's supposed to be charged, right?"
"Who knows? Maybe he's planning to sell it to some education groups? At the very least, it would be quite useful for primary and secondary students to use this 'Useful App' to read poetry."
"However, the problem is that the information can be checked with Qiandu search engine, and it's free. There are also explanations for these poems in the textbooks and supplementary books."
"You can't say that. The contents of Qiandu's investigation are too messy. It's difficult to distinguish them. As for the contents of the textbooks and guidance books, they're obviously not as comprehensive as ours. I think that using the application would probably burn money in the beginning. Not many people would pay for it. However, as more and more content is created, more people would pay for it."
"At our current speed, I highly doubt that we will be able to make it profitable within ten years…"
All of these students had their own views on the 'Useful App'. Many of them did not think that it would succeed at all. They only used their spare time to create and enrich the contents because of Tengda's subsidies.
Many people were even prepared that Tengda would give up on this project at any time. They had the mentality that they would earn some money for as long as they could.
One student was confused. "Sigh, I've always had a question. 'Synonyms', 'Antonyms', 'Rhyming Words' and other functions don't seem to be displayed on 'Useful App'. Why are they doing this?"
The so-called 'Synonyms', 'Antonyms' and 'Rhyming Words' were actually establishing a connection between words with similar meanings, opposite meanings, and similar rhythm
Every time a poem was recorded, one could freely add its synonymous words, antonyms words, rhyming words, and the like to establish a connection between different poems or poems.
These contents were also included in the workload, and the weightage was not low. After sorting out a poem, one could search it online, verify it, and then fill in the relevant poems in the backend platform.
However, the strange thing was that this connection would not be displayed in the 'useful application'. That made everyone slightly confused.
"I don't understand. They obviously created this function but didn't show it. Isn't that a waste?"
"Who knows? Maybe the reception for this function is still under development? Is it done at the backend platform and displayed directly after it's done?"
"Maybe."
The students did not pay much attention to it and continued working on the backend platform.
… 
At Otto Technologies…
Chang You invited Yu Pingan to the guest room when he arrived.
"Wait a moment."
Chang You left for a moment, he returned with an OTTO cell phone.
"You're here today to do some work on the application database. Since you're here, feel out the functions of the first version of AEEIS' smart assistant."
"Our researchers have been working on it for a while now. We need a complete outsider to give us some opinions from a more objective point of view."
Chang You handed his cell phone to Yu Pingan as he spoke.
Yu Pingan was supposed to work with Chang You today because the data on the application would be directly linked to the AEEIS smart database. There were many details in the design that required the two in charge to make decisions.
In the end, Chang You caught him as a lab rat to experience AEEIS' initial version.
Yu Pingan might not be very interested in these but he still reached out to take the cell phone and seriously tried it out.
There was an unwritten rule within Tengda Corporation that every department had to unconditionally and unreservedly cooperate with the other departments to meet their needs. All department heads had to abide by this rule habitually.
When did such unspoken rules become established?
Most people did not know.
However, the source of this unspoken rule could probably be traced back to Boss Pei. On one hand, Boss Pei attached great importance to the cooperation between the various departments. On the other hand, there was no pressure from the heads of the various departments to compete with each other. Everyone worked for Boss Pei, and their salaries were not much different. The bonuses did not depend on profits but on reputation. Thus, there would not be sectarian bias between the various departments like some large companies.
Yu Pingan noticed that there were some changes to this OTTO E1 when compared to the cell phone that was being sold on the market. The most direct observation was the operating system of the cell phone.
At first, the operating system of Otto Technologies was more like that of the original Andriod. The interface was simple and clean, but it also gave people a feeling that it was too simple.
However, this version of the operating system had much more content. The UI animation of various systems became smoother, more natural, and had many more details. There were also many more options in the system settings that could better dig into some new functions of the Android system. The camera system's icons had been changed, and new functions would be discovered after clicking into them, such as the optimized algorithm for taking pictures, new filters, and so on.
Other than that, the system also incorporated the functions of AEEIS' smart assistant. He could either press the power button or directly speak to AEEIS to get the Intelligent Voice Assistant to appear.
Yu Pingan did not know much about AEEIS' Intelligent Voice Assistant.
He only knew that this Intelligent Voice Assistant had also used the latest artificial intelligence research results of Xinkuo Technologies. It was similar to the smart assistants and smart speakers produced by other manufacturers. The only difference was in the details of the adjustments.
In addition, Chang You had said that this was a 'erudite and easygoing smart system'. It would sometimes speak with venom and also had poetry function.
However, Yu Pingan did not take it too seriously. Since all the low-level technologies were used for communication technology, this voice assistant should not be that different from other voice assistants. What's more, it was only the first version.
Yu Pingan said into his cell phone, "AEEIS."
After a crisp beeping sound, a dark gray cover appeared on the cell phone screen, covering the content of the original image. A colorful tilde appeared on the screen.
The main part below the tilde was a display area for information. At the bottom was a smaller tilde.
The colorful tilde above the screen was AEEIS' main body. It would only move according to the sound notes when AEEIS answered. When AEEIS did not answer, it would have other dynamics such as rolling in in wave motions or rotating regularly. This was used to express AEEIS' current mood and state of mind.
On the other hand, the smaller tilde was used to collect voice messages from the outside world. It would vibrate as Yu Pingan spoke.
The entire page was very clean. There was no additional text information.
Yu Pingan had used other voice assistants before. Many words would be displayed on the page, including frequently asked questions. However, the AEEIS interface was cleaner and simpler. It was the same style as Otto OS.
Yu Pingan had a good first impression of AEEIS.


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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