Ye Qingxuan sat in the very center of the very last row. The only other person in the empty row was Bai Xi, who was asleep beside him.
For some reason, the classroom was jam packed, but no one was willing to sit near Ye Qingxuan. It was understandable in the case of the elites. Most of them had servants save seats for them so they did not have to come early to get a seat, but the commoner students stood to the side and listened quietly. Seeing Ye Qingxuan writing something, they did not come over to bother him. When they passed by, they nodded to greet him, but seemed to be hesitant and scared of getting too close.
"It’s probably their teachers," Bai Xi snickered as she rested her head on the table. "The principal isn’t here, so all the professors are won over by the school board. All the professors and school board hate us and wish they could just expel us all. They’re scared that if someone sees them get too close, they’ll get in trouble." She continued, "It’s freezing now but they’d rather stand where the draft is, instead of taking a little risk to support those who spoke up for them. These people deserve to be peasants…"
"Bai Xi," Ye Qingxuan knocked the side of her head, "don’t say things like that."
"But it’s the truth! Did you know that there was a commoner genius a few years back? He was seriously a good person, and did so much for the students that were bullied, but he was forced to leave. The people he had helped just watched him kneel outside the door, crying. Thankfully you’re not stupid enough to try to help them achieve something. Otherwise, you’d also get ruined by them."
"Don’t overgeneralize. There were a lot of people who protested and quit school to accompany him."
"Maybe there were a few," Bai Xi huffed and went back to sleep. She was exhausted after staying up all night then coming to this lecture with Ye Qingxuan in the morning.
On the other hand, Ye Qingxuan was totally awake. He held the leather notebook Bai Xi had stolen, searching through them carefully. After reading two pages, he started writing on the letterhead at the front.
The letterhead was made of high quality paper. It was a luxury item that costed ten pounds for a quire. He had bought it this morning, and now a stack of paper filled with writing was by Ye Qingxuan’s right hand, under the ink well.
Ye Qingxuan had used the most fashionable elite handwriting for the letter. This script came from the sacred city. The priests who wrote in the church script when writing the lingua franca had also preserved a bit of their own handwriting. This style later spread and became a unique script. It was clean and crisp while still solemn, and was therefore favored by the elites.
Ye Qingxuan had spent months practicing this script as a scribe and had been praised by the priest. He had become skilled at it. That was what had made the priest want to train him to be part of the clergy. But now, for some reason, Ye Qingxuan wore a pair of thin gloves when writing. Even his wrists and forearms were covered. Not an inch of skin had touched the paper since he had bought it.
Curious, Bai Xi glanced over, but just one line was enough to make her head spin. He was using purple prose, and the structure of some sort of poem to write about boring content. Graceful yet considerate, he caringly asked about the health of a senior. Then he humbly, but not fawningly, expressed his gratitude toward the other’s care. Finally, he mentioned how they had met last month at a banquet and could not bear to part.
From Bai Xi’s perspective, it was complete bullsh*t. If someone wrote a letter like that to her, she would definitely find the guy and beat him up.
At the end of the letter, Ye Qingxuan wrote the name that he made up last night: Your loyal friend—Sherlock Holmes.
"What is this?" Curious, Bai Xi reached over to take the letterhead but Ye Qingxuan flicked her finger away, "Don’t touch."
Taken aback, Bai Xi retracted her hand sadly.
Ye Qingxuan explained, "You’ll leave behind fingerprints and other evidence. It’s best to not touch this without wearing gloves."
"What exactly are you doing?" Bai Xi rolled her eyes.
"Writing a letter." Ye Qingxuan shook the notebook at her. "It’s for those who need help."
Bai Xi glanced at the book but could not understand anything. It was filled with weird symbols and numbers. "And what is this crazy thing?"
"A code," Ye Qingxuan answered. "More specifically, there are three. The first is a replacement code. The alphabet and word list were switched around according to a specific method and put back together into a new order. The second is a mapping game, and the last uses code words. Deciphering this was fun. It’s not that hard." He shrugged, "Compared to ancient texts and music notes, this is nothing."
"What’s in it?"
"The records of everything the Pyramid Scheme had done for others," Ye Qingxuan replied. "Sam is tricky. He’s scared that he’ll get killed for knowing too much, so he has to leave something behind to save himself."
"If he’s scared of getting killed, he shouldn’t have done it in the first place."
"If you can think of ‘in the first place’ for everything, then the world wouldn’t be so cruel," Ye Qingxuan replied lightly, shrugging his shoulders. He folded the letter, carefully put it in the envelope with a pair of tweezers, and sealed it with glue. Finally, he put the letter and the rest of the letterhead into a small box, and put it back into his bag. He was finally done.
After finishing, he sighed and leaned back in his chair, suddenly becoming drowsy. He had not slept at all since yesterday. Now that he was relaxed, he felt exhausted, but he just could not fall asleep. He was hungry.
The sleeping Bai Xi heard something like thunder beside her. She raised her head in confusion to see Ye Qingxuan sprawled on the desk, looking like death. "What’s wrong?"
"I’m hungry," Ye Qingxuan moaned quietly.
Bai Xi gazed at him judgingly before sighing, "Idiot."
Despite her words, she pushed her extra breakfast over. Ye Qingxuan snatched the bag, but his expression fell after he opened it. "Cousin, your breakfast is a bit too greasy."
"Then give it back if you don’t want it!"
"I’ll eat, I’ll eat…" Ye Qingxuan quickly lowered his head and began stuffing his face.
But as he ate, he felt that the atmosphere gradually turned…uncomfortable, as if the entire world stopped. Raising his head, he saw everyone staring at him as if he had just killed a puppy. He did not know when the lecturer had singled him out.
"That student, the student who’s eating, yes, that’s right, you…"
Ye Qingxuan flinched, sensing something bad happening. Many faces flashed past his eyes, but for some reason, it stopped on his stupid senior.
And so, as everyone watched, he awkwardly put down his breakfast and wiped his mouth. Clearing his throat, he put on a humble yet warm smile, and pulled a drumstick from the bag, and passed it to the front. "Would you like some?" his action said.
In the deadly silence, Lola’s facial muscles twitched. She shook her head slowly.
Ye Qingxuan was taken aback. The trick did not work! Did it only work for Charles?
As the crowd fell into extreme awkwardness, some could not help but laugh. Seeing his confused look, Lola’s brows furrowed, "Are you paying attention to the lecture?"
"I’m sorry. I didn’t eat yesterday and I’m starving now. I’m really sorry." Smiling awkwardly, Ye Qingxuan quickly packed up his breakfast. "I’m actually paying attention though."
"Oh, really?" Lola said. "I’ve just introduced the School of Illusions and Mind. Why don’t you explain these two schools to everyone?"
"Me?" Ye Qingxuan pointed at himself and shook his head shyly, "I don’t think I can."
"If you can’t, then I’ll deduct points," Lola said lightly. "If you can, I’ll let you go with breaking the rules and pass this class.
"Oh, then let me think a bit…" Ye Qingxuan let out a breath in relief. After pretending to think, he replied, "The School of Illusions explores the differences between reality and imitation. They’ve proposed the hypotheses of ‘brain in a vat’ and ‘ship of Theseus.’ They advocate exploring the mutual influences between the world and humanity. In the East, this principle is also known as ‘heavenly correspondence.’
"The School of Mind explores the source of a man’s soul. They are skilled in controlling one’s consciousness and feelings, and advocate self-cultivation and training your spirit. This is why these two schools are the birthplace of many philosophers…"
Hearing Ye Qingxuan’s mature answer, Lola’s expression became a bit gentler. She continued asking, "Then what of the outer appearance of the seven different schools? Try giving some examples."
"The most obvious is the change in personality. Your personality is compatible with your school." Ye Qingxuan thought of what Charles had said before. Schools and musicians were actually a mutual choice. The school was not the deciding factor because all seven schools had an unseen requirement for musicians. If they based the decision solely on performance, most musicians would fit the style of a school.
As Charles had said, most musicians of the School of Modifications were irritable; the School of Choir had two extremes—they were either amazingly happy or terribly gloomy; musicians from Summoning looked like a beast; those from Revelations all believed in fatalism; mind musicians were liked by everyone; illusions musicians were moody; those from Abstinence seemed to all have facial muscle paralysis. They were emotionless, like robots. But one could not be so straightforward when speaking.
Hearing Ye Qingxuan’s answer, the upset in Lola’s eyes finally lightened a bit. She shook her head, "It seems that your knowledge of this area is not bad. If you know all this, then you must have some thought about choosing a school, correct?"
Ye Qingxuan did not reply for a long time, his expression turning awkward. "To be honest, this… I’m quite busy and haven’t thought about it yet…"
Lola furrowed her brow. "What is more important than your future?"
Ye Qingxuan chuckled, but did not reply. Compared to one’s future, maybe one’s past was more important.


Music and aether, an omnipresent element, is the source of all power. Musicians used music scores and alchemy to control the aether and defeated the natural catastrophe Leviathan, saving the world. But more catastrophes are awakening…
However, Ye Qingxuan has a different reason to become a musician—he just wants to find his father and know why his family was exiled.

Hello young daoists! This chapter will only be useful for those who write (mildly) adult scenes! But for all those concerned, there will be no VERY suggestive examples in this chapter.

There comes a moment in every starving daoist's life where they want to make a steamy scene... 

The thing is, baiting your viewers is actually more enjoyable than writing the scene itself. You get to see everyone's annoyed comments and them wanting more! 

A few examples are:

"The author looked at me in deep sorrow and regret. We had shared so many memories together and tried to start a family. But what had changed? I hugged him and cried, tears and snot getting smushed into his hoodie. The author embraced me and we started kissing passionately. Times had changed, internal wars had been fought, but there was one thing I knew. The love me and the author shared was pure."

That's not so much of a steamy scene, but it will keep the readers guessing and wanting more. It also hints at another scene that most likely happened.... NEXT EXAMPLE!

"I looked at Feng Mian and teased, 'Are you sure you want to play this game? The mouse has always been caught by the cat.'
Feng Mian laughed and replied, 'Not all stories are true, young man.'
I took Feng Mian's hand and rushed her over to the hotel room where we would be staying the night. I feel bad for my neighbors."

That was an excellent masterpiece. Simply the pinnacle of filler and shamelessness. Not even letting the readers know what happens next! Quite a genius move to gain those power stones. And finally, to stretch this chapter out to 480+ words, here's one more (beautifully written) example.

"The world suddenly went dark. Zhang Wei was very confused! Was this a dream? Maybe a solar eclipse or something? Interrupting his thoughts, a shockingly bright light went off. Zhang Wei's eyes took a while to adjust to the light, but when he opened his eyes he saw a girl. The girl was about Zhang Wei's age and walked forward to meet him. Unexpectedly, she stopped a few inches away from his face and said, 'Do you want to make a contract with me? The only way to initiate the contract is with a kiss.' Taken aback, Zhang Wei had no time to respond! The girl suddenly kissed him, his first kiss taken away like that!"

I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did writing it! It was a blast to "exercise" my brain and write these scenes for young daoists like you. Remember kids, every word counts.

(I'm sorry for the late chapter release! I didn't realize that I didn't upload this one..)

Young daoist, you must face all in your way to becoming a shameless author and filler expert. Luckily, I am giving advice for freeeeeee! Vote now with your power stones..

"I don't think I need to give any examples for swear words, and this gesture as well. Oh right, I don't think you are able to understand it."
Joshua made the gesture that best encapsulates and expresses a person's indignation back on Earth, the middle finger. The origins on the middle finger could be traced all the way to the two-finger salute in the Hundred Years War between the English and the French. In a sense, even the Earth's cussing culture is also making headway here.
Examples like a filthy knave, or a drudge or that poem ridiculing Cao Cao's ugliness written by Chen Lin.
Joshua had been paying attention to the cultural trends of this world for a while now, and most of them were vocabularies derived from the conflicts and differences between races. Like how Joshua would see the verbal tirades between mages amongst his Owl Penpals.
"You conniving gnome! I should have printed you onto my staff and blast you off inside a fireball!"
All in all, vulgar languages existed in any world, and while Joshua did not approve of the culture of insulting one another, but after completing the filming of "Beauty and the Demon", Joshua should start planning the filming of "Leon: The Professional".
'Leon: The Professional' was not a fairy tale written for young girls like "Beauty and the Beast" was.
Joshua believed that the tone of the movie was very dark, as it dealt with gangs, drugs, domestic violence, and the like, revealing parts of the dark side of society.
If "Beauty and the Demon" could set off a wave amongst young girls and noble ladies in Norland, then 'Leon: The Professional' could be enough to trigger a conversation about human nature and societal problems. This was a movie for adults.
Gallolie held the side of her skirt as she was completely stricken by Joshua's question. Gallolie had experienced the trials of several master playwrights a few years ago.
The assessment they gave Gallolie was nothing more than for her to play a certain role, and in the end Gallolie had won their admiration through her impeccable performance. This was Gallolie's talent.
Over the years, Gallolie had never encountered a character that she could not play, but... this was only what the Flower of Farucci had thought of herself.
Joshua's first question completely stumped her!
"Would you like me to give you an example? Like f*ck, Ms. Gallolie, can you say that word in an outraged tone?"
Joshua poured himself a glass of boiled water as he waited quietly for the Flower of Farucci to perform.
The language of Norland in this world was English, while there were many words on Earth that had yet to appear here, but the word f*ck was present, and its meaning was enough to make any noble lady living in their cloistered abodes blush.
Gallolie seemed to have been completely stumped by the word. She opened her mouth for a long time yet not uttering a word.
In addition to being the primary actor of Blackswan Theater, she was also the daughter of a Duke!
Gallolie had received the best education since birth, she was impeccable when it comes to the elegance of her temperament and behavior, and Gallolie was deeply influenced by this upbringing.
It was impossible for someone with a good upbringing like Gallolie to perform an uncouth behavior like cursing someone. If someone were to provoke her to the point where she gets angry, she normally would just have that other party completely disappear. Although such cases were few and far between...
This was something that was a detriment to her image...
"Joshua... this request seems to be a little excessive."
Gallolie let out an almost imperceptible sigh, as she seemed to be hesitating.
"it's not excessive, as this is the basics of my next script. Ms. Gallolie, if you are unable to adapt to it, then I cannot do anything."
Joshua could understand the reason Gallolie was hesitating.
Judging from some of the scripts given to Joshua by Sir Weissenasche, most of the lines in the scripts were presented in the form of an "aria", and this was the most common form of stage play.
That had enabled the darker parts of the scripts in the stage plays of this world to also be full of artistic flair when performed.
However, Joshua wanted to film was a movie, and a movie is to replicate another world in totality. No one in the real world would raise their voice to a high octave before singing aloud. "Oh, the dastard superior had once again forceth upon me over time, what a tragedy I'd say!"
Joshua could feel the embarrassment oozing through the script, so for Gallolie transform from a stage play actress to a movie actress, this was a river she must cross.
Gallolie looked at Joshua and found him to be very serious. Her ability to judge someone by their actions was still there, and Joshua did not make that request to deliberately embarrass her, rather he was seriously evaluating her acting ability.
That made Gallolie pursed her lips before forcing the vulgar word Joshua had said out of her mouth, before talentedly adding a "you" behind it.
Gallolie's tone was very stiff, without any emotions. The acting talent of the Flower of Farucci had totally no effect at this moment.
Joshua was trying his base to keep a straight face. Seeing a dignified and beautiful noble lady enduring the ignominy as she exhausted the last ounce of her strength and blurt out "F*ck you" before him, Joshua felt a rather wondrous feeling.
Especially when he caught sight of the faint blush on Gallolie's fair cheeks.
Still Joshua had considered the shame that noble lady had had to endure, and perhaps this was the first time in her life that she had said something that uncouth before someone.
In order not to embarrass her, Joshua did not smile but instead maintained an impassive look. It was fortunate that Joshua had experience being an interviewer back on Earth.
No matter how embarrassingly a newcomer had performed, Joshua had maintained an impassive look as the most basic form of respect for the lady.
"Emotionless and very stiff. I think as a troupe actor, your acting skills are much more than that."
Joshua gave his comment then, and that made Gallolie calmed down a little as she tried to recover her initial calm state.
"If you are willing, I will send you an invitation when the filming of the next film commences."
Joshua looked at the Flower of Farucci before him, her appearance was indeed very young, and was very suitable for the role of Mathilda in 'Leon: The Professional'... She was probably the most fitting of all of the actresses that Joshua had seen so far.
Thinking of that, Joshua realized that her appearance was similar to Mathilda's original actress, Natalie Portman. Her temperament was exactly the same and was like the legendary Black Swan.
"Have I passed?"
Gallolie had not expected Joshua had accepted her just by having her utter a vulgar word. She had expected more assessments.
"Not yet. My next film will commence filming in two months' time, after the end of the World Exhibition. If you wish to stay, I will extend my invitation to you, plus your acting skills at the moment simply do not cut it," Joshua said.
If Gallolie could accept Joshua's earlier request with some consternation, but upon she heard that Joshua said her acting 'simply did not cut it', Gallolie felt something called anger, this anger was from her pride as Farucci's best actress.
Soon, Gallolie's anger was extinguished by shame because the "f*ck" she had just uttered was an utter failure, a line most disastrous in her acting career.
"A proper actor should be able to reenact any lines perfectly, so Ms. Gallolie, I hope that you can practice how to curse someone in the next two months."
Joshua once again put forward words that caused more consternation to the noble lady.
"You can practice using any method. I would suggest starting with 'f*ck' first, then rising to 'sh*t', then perhaps later, the higher level 'Motherf*cker'."
Joshua's series of vulgar words had Gallolie stunned, only then did she knew that there were many vulgar words in the world.
"Once you are able to utter f*ck smoothly, I will allow you to be the main lead of the next movie. Believe me, movies will replace stage plays, and I am the only person in this world that knows how to shoot one, and how to make one. Plus I'm teaching you how to be a movie actor instead of a stage actor."
Joshua observed Gallolie's expression, she had been silent all these while as if she had encountered a massive shock to her outlook in life. Perhaps when she is really selected as the main lead for 'Leon: The Demon', this noble lady's entire outlook of life will come crashing down.
Thinking of this, Joshua felt a sense of guilt. Was he teaching someone to be a bad girl?
"I... will give it a try."
Gallolie took a deep breath in, she knew what was preventing her from performing, the so-called self-restraint, the so-called arrogance of the nobility, and it was this arrogance that drove her to believe that there was no role that she could not play in this world!
"Take care."
Joshua saw the Flower of Farucci off, hoping that when he saw this Black Swan again, she would be a true Black Swan. Swans were after all fully capable of being extremely fierce.


A group of dragons binging on a Game of Thrones marathon day and night.
Elven druids are crying fountains of tears to the story of Hachiko. 
Humans and dwarves trashing a pub just for a legendary Hearthstone card.
Even the gods have descended from the heavens to rush the publication of “Sherlock Holmes”.
Last but not the least, the archdruids setting up an online auction house business with the gnomes and dwarves as the cultural invasion from Earth descends upon this other world!

Eric lightly placed a clunky typewriter on the desk and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He missed his past extra thin and light notebook. It had been a day since he found out about his extraordinary memory, and after twenty four hours of careful thinking, Eric had drawn a preliminary plan about his future.
 
He deliberately took a day off, strolled most of his day time and bought a secondhand typewriter which happened to be an essential tool to the realization of his plan.
 
After processing Ralph's funeral, Eric had a few hundred dollars of cash left in his hands. Western countries having a good welfare system, it had always been a no savings policy here. (TL: Author has obviously never experienced the US' welfare system, lol.)
Fortunately, the house was his propriety, or else, thanks to his lack of funds to pay for the mortgage, it would have been seized and he would have to sleep on the streets as a result. To buy the typewriter, Eric had to ask Jeff for a month's salary in advance.
 
In order to realize his own dreams, he had to first break into the Hollywood circle. Let's temporarily forget about directing or acting. After much deliberation, the most suitable job he could think of was screenwriter. Although people always said that this Hollywood era's screenwriters had a low standing, it was not actually true. It was just because a lot of the best screenwriters switched to directing and producing, which had become mainstream overseas, like in Hong Kong for example.
 
Placing a blank sheet of paper into the typewriter, Eric started typing the following words: Jurassic Park. That's right, the 1990s most profitable film series.
 
In Eric's past life, whether they had bought the pirated copy of Jurassic Park or had watched the movie in theater, they had all experienced the moment when the lifelike dinosaurs appeared on the screen, and the feeling they got then could only be described in one word: Shocking.
 
In his memory, the novel Jurassic Park was published in 1990 and contained about 150 000 words. So Michael Crichton had certainly not started to write it. He would simply shamelessly take the credit for it without worrying about a plagiarism lawsuit.
 
Eric's mouth curved slightly as he recalled the movie's events while pounding on the keyboard. What he was writing was not the Jurassic Park script, but the novel. In the past, after watching the movie, he had bought the book out of curiosity and carefully read it. Now, with his own past memories as well as his new body's, translating his past life's Chinese knowledge into English was child's play.
 
He wouldn't just directly write the script, because if it was given to the film company that way, there was a high chance that it would be treated as trash and thrown away. The number of screenplays that Hollywood studios received each day could basically be weighed in pounds. Also, Eric wanted the film rights of the series to be firmly under his control. If he made it into a script, and one of those film companies took a fancy to it, once they made it into a movie, they would hit the jackpot financially while Eric would maybe get a 100,000$ and a bonus if he was lucky. That kind of business that benefitted everyone but himself, Eric had absolutely no interest in it.
 
However, if he published the novel, the movie and television copyrights would be his, and Eric only needed to wait for the opportunity when the price offered was high enough before racking in the profits.
Immersed in his work, time flew by and night had soon fallen. Eric looked down at his keyboard, only to realize that he had unknowingly been writing for four/five hours in a row as his stomach started growling.
 
Eric stood up and glanced at the thick stack of paper on the desk while he stretched himself. According to his typing speed, the manuscript should be complete in one week of time. He still had to do his waiting job at Jeff's restaurant after all, otherwise, he'd starve.
Going into the kitchen, Eric made himself a simple dinner consisting of rice and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a typical Chinese dish. There was still some cheese bread and peanut butter in the fridge but although he inherited the original guy's memory, his Asian habits were already ingrained.
 
After eating, Eric went to the second floor balcony and leaned against the railing as he gazed at the night around him. The apartment where he lived was a little less than 200 square meters, a two-story house with some random flowers planted in the yard. Eric's father wasn't rich and his personality was sloppy to say the least, so the duo's life had been very rough. In his memory, they had moved seven or eight times from England to Los Angeles. Eric didn't remember why it was so as he was too young, but to be honest, even the current him couldn't make any sense of it. It was better to just forget about it.
 
After moving to Los Angeles, Ralph dragged little Eric to stroll the streets. In just two days, with the help of a real estate broker, they bought the small courtyard that was a complete visual mess. Eric smiled, the concept of "home care" was part of his Asian culture.
 
He stayed on the balcony for a while, and just as he was planning to go back and keep writing Jurassic Park, he suddenly heard a loud sound that seemingly came from glassware hitting the ground. Eric set his sights on the west side of the neighborhood, the Runkle's house. A  40-year-old couple with three children; the eldest son was in university, the daughter at a boarding school and the youngest was only seven years old.
 
That couple might be experiencing a midlife crisis as they quarreled a lot these days. Although Eric had a good relationship with the Runkle family, he did not intend to go there and mediate them, they were people with restraint who wouldn't fight violently. If he hastily ran to the other side and tried to pacify them, that'd only make things awkward.
 
After a few bickerings and the fuzzy sounds of a few appliances breaking, the Runkle's home door was banged open. Charles Runkle, the man of the house, came out wearing a shirt and clutching his messy hair. He turned to the woman at the door and shouted: "Enough, I've had enough! Damn bitch! If I hadn't moved to Los Angeles in order to marry you, I might have become a GM executive. Now look at you, my God!"
 
"Go to hell !" Mrs. Runkle usually always spoke in a soft voice, but this time she sounded particularly loud and sharp: "In the past, so many men were pursuing me, one is now a California congressman, another one is selling petroleum in the Middle East. Petroleum do you hear ?! The profit of a single shipment is more than what you can earn in a 100 years ! The one with regrets is this old lady. Now go sleep at your General Motors, mister "GM executive" !"
 
When Mrs. Runkle finished speaking, she threw a black jacket out and slammed the door.
 
Charlie Runkle picked it up and patted it. He stood up only to see Eric standing on the balcony.
 
"Sorry to disturb you, Eric." Charlie smiled at him.
 
"It's okay, Charlie… Do you want to come in?" Eric said.
 
Charlie shook his head: "… No, thank you, I … I'm going to go to the bar for a bit… and I'll be back in a while when Mary has calmed down."
Charlie then nodded to Eric, started his car and drove away.
 
Eric returned to his room. Remembering the Runkle couple's quarrel scene, an idea flashed in his mind. As he sat at his desk and loaded a blank sheet of paper into the typewriter, that idea gradually became clearer.
 
Over the past two days, Eric had been pondering about what his first screenplay should be, and now he had the answer. That play was a perfect fit for him, but ah, as expected, some details needed to be worked on as the time difference had to be taken into account. However, this was not a problem, these minor details wouldn't hinder the script in the slightest.

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the road to become a Hollywood legend.

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ATTENTION!

This is not an original novel, all rights in this story belong to JUST DO.

The translation of most chapters is done by: Elawn, Nano4bots and Sissy That Walk.

My translation will start where they have left it, my translation may not be as good as theirs but I would like it much more people to know more about this story that I liked so much.

I WANT THAT I LIKE THIS HISTORY A LOT, BUT I DO NOT AGREE TO A LOT OF THE BEHAVIORS BOTH OF THE PROTAGONIST AND SOME CHARACTERS. IN THIS HISTORY CHARACTERS OF REAL LIFE APPEAR AND I DO NOT ASSURE THAT THE DATA PROVIDED IN THIS HISTORY WILL BE TRUE.

So I didn't post a chapter yesterday, I know I know. I'm still writing the chapter.. Anyway, for my school work I had to write a short play script so I decided to... write it about the coming chapter 24 and 25!

Of course you don't have to read it but if you want spoilers, sure you can read this. Of course the real chapter will have more detail but the play script shows the main outline. 

Playscript: Biology Exam

Cast:Joon Woo , Ms. May, maid and Snow.

Scene 1
(Joon Woo visits Snow at the weekend) 
Maid: (loudly) Snow, Joon Woo is here!
Snow: (loudly) Okay, I'll be right down!
(Snow rushes down the stairs while Joon Woo enters the house) 
Joon Woo: Hi Snow, long time no see!
Snow: (Smiling) You should have told me you were coming, Joon Woo. 
Joon Woo: I just wanted to surprise you! 
Mother: (Joyfully) Why don't the two of you talk in Snow's room, you too haven't seen each other in years! 
Snow: (signs at Joon Woo to follow her) Follow me, Joon Woo!

Scene 2
(Joon Woo nd Snow talks together)
Joon Woo : (Impressed) You have such a nice room!
Snow: (Giggles) You think so? 
Joon Woo : (Jealous) I'm so jealous, can we swap rooms? 
 Snow: Now I want to see your room too. Maybe I should visit your house one day. 
Joon Woo : (Sees pile of books on table) What are those books for?  
Snow: (Trying to convincing) Nothing…
(Joon Woo walks to the pile of books and flips a notebook open) 
Joon Woo : So you have a Biology exam next week?
Snow: Yeah… 
Joon Woo : Is this your last exam of the year?
Snow: Yeah, it is… 
Joon Woo : (Encouraging) Then we should go study!
Snow: Maybe not now… 
Joon Woo : Come on, Snow! 
(Snow slides to the corner of the room) 
Joon Woo : (temptingly) If you pass with an A, I'll give you a gift.
Snow: (convinced) Fine. 

Scene 3
(The two goes to library to study) 
Joon Woo : Let's sit there. 
Snow: (unsurely) Fine but promise me about that gift, okay?
Joon Woo : Yeah , yeah. (Signing a wait sign with hand)  Wait here. 
Snow: (Confusedly] Okay? 
(Joon Woo comes back with a stack of books) 
Joon Woo: Let's start, shall we?
Snow: (whining) Come onJoon Woo , I don't want to do all this! 
Joon Woo : Nope! You have no choice! 
(Studies until night for a week) 

Scene 4
(A week later, exam day) 
(Snow walks into classroom while reading notes) 
Snow: (mumbling) A cell is a small unit of life. 
Ms. May: Good morning Snow! 
(Snow bumps into teacher's table) 
Snow: (dramatically) Ouch! 
Ms. May: (sarcastically) What made you so distracted that you bumped into the teacher's table? 
(Snow quickly gets up and picks up notes) 
Snow: (embarrassed) Sorry Ms. May!
(Snow rushes to seat and sits down)
Ms. May: Everyone sit down and be quiet. 
(Ms. May distributes exam papers to everyone) 
Snow: (quietly) I can do this! 

Scene 5
(Results of exam are out) 
Ms. May: Everyone wait at your seats for your results. 
(Ms. May distributes results) 
Snow: I passed!

Snow had always knew that her parents weren’t her real parents. She knew that they just raised her after her mother had passed away on the hospital bed when she was only two. Nevertheless, she still pretended that she didn’t know about the adoption, even if she knew very well. Her adopted parents were doctors from top hospitals and were very serious and strict about not only their jobs but also their entire life. One day in Snow’s  childhood, she was chasing after a fluffy but big dog and bumped into a boy. That boy’s name was Joon Woo. Ever since that day, the two became the bestest of friends who were unseperable. One day, when Snow was just twelve and Joon Woo was sixteen, Joon Woo joined a boy group to be an idol. As he wanted to share the news with his best friend, he failed to. He had a gut feeling that if he did tell her, their friendship will drift away to different worlds. He knew very well that Snow was never comfortable around people who were ‘better’ than her in fear of constantly being compared. He never told her years and she never found out. Even though she noticed their similar features, she always told herself the two people were different. However, Joon Woo started to always act weird. For example, he would try to hide his face when they were out in public and his schedules were always cramped and busy. She always kept her head with the thoughts but whenever he ocasionally comes to her school to study with her, her uneasiness faded and she could only smile. A new transfer comes to the school and he is very handsome, soon he comes to like Snow. Joon Woo being protective, he makes sure that the new transfer student won’t touch her and a love triangle starts to take place.  Meanwhile, all was going well until the day Snow’s parents were involved in a medical incident which made them go to court. All Snow could do was to cry even though she actually knew the truth about the incident and how her parents were innocent but there stood her childhood friend. Joon Woo dragged her to the court to say what she knew before Min Jun could help her and he got the idea. On the other hand, she did but before the court was settled, people had already seen Joon Woo’s face. Facing the rumours and gossip wasn’t easy as Joon Woo told her not to believe them. She wasn’t sure what to believe. She finally concludes that her best friend was hiding things from her. What else did he hide from her? Through all the pressure and stress, Snow fails her exam and was scared to face her parents. She knew that she would be lectured and this time, she didn’t have the courage to face Joon Woo for help and motivation. Not knowing what to do, Snow runs away from home and stays at a small cottage for a year only to chase after a fluffy and big dog that looked like the one that brought her to meet Joon woo. Coincidentally, Snow bumps into the same friend she broke ties with a year ago. As she forgave him for the secret he hid from her , the two get mixed up in each other’s life again and gets even closer this time.

Since the cameraman took the photo from below during her kick, her fluttering hair looked like it was almost perpendicular to the ground; due to the angle, the baby fat under her face was enhanced and her clothes appeared messy as it swayed in midair.
"I saw the other photos taken of you that time. All of them were very beautiful. Why didn't they choose among those pictures?" Xiao Su gloomily commented.
Netizen: "Wow, Miss Wanshuang is so pretty. Her red skirt complements her skin well. I love her to death!"
"Film Emperor Hubby is too handsome! My husband, I love you forever!"
"How is it that Miss Wanshuang looks like a perfect match with my hubby when they stand together? Oohh, I'm so sad, but I still give both of you my blessings!"
"Did you see that last photo? What kind of angle is this? Why do I feel like she's gonna crash to the ground like a dog eating sh*t?"
"What's with that last scary photo? Is she supposed to be my hubby's first love? Are you kidding me?"
"Who's Qiao Moyu? Never heard of that name before. Why is she acting Female no.3? Someone find a replacement!"
"She's the Qiao family's adopted daughter. Didn't she steal Miss Ruohuan's spot before? Then the Qiao family discovered that Yu Ruohuan was their real treasured daughter, so Qiao Moyu was kicked out."
"Thanks for explaining. It turned out to be the case of a true pheasant and a fake phoenix. Who knows how she got the role of female no.3!"
 
Xiao Su trembled in anger after reading these comments. At this moment she understood.
Thinking about it, the investor for this drama was the Xing group. She heard that today's photoshoot pictures will be sent to the Xing company for selection, and yet not one of Qiao Moyu's many stunning photos were chosen. Doesn't that mean choosing an ugly picture was decided by Xing Yichen?
While she fumed, she also comforted Qiao Moyu: "Don't be angry. Once the drama is aired, I don't believe they can intentionally put up second-rate shots of you."
"It's alright!" Qiao Moyu said with a grin: "Don't you think that picture's pretty cute? I really like it. I plan to save it and post it on my desktop."
"What? You're not angry at all?" Since Xiao Su had only accompanied the original host for two days, she wasn't clear about the previous Qiao Moyu's real character. Thus, she failed to notice the incongruent response when the actress before her didn't display any kind of grudge.
"Why, do you want me to be upset?" Qiao Moyu patted Xiao Su's shoulder: "I think I look pretty here!" In her previous life, she had a round baby face, round eyes, and a tall, athletic figure since she practiced martial arts. However, she wasn't considered much of a beauty.
Now that she had a gorgeous body, she couldn't help but admire it at every angle. Why would she need other people's recognition? Life is simple–just be happy with what you have and face what fate and fortune comes to you. You don't have to be too serious or obsessed when dealing with certain matters. For instance, today she may still be Qiao Moyu, but tomorrow she might return to her original world.
Just when some fans had taken her photo and saved it, there was a sudden commotion from the crew.
 
Qiao Moyu looked up and saw that Xing Yichen had arrived!
He must have come straight from his company since he arrived wearing a white long sleeve, black pants, and a priceless business suit. His outfit contrasted with the historical themed clothing on set, giving people the illusion that he had crossed over to a different time period.
Xing Wanshuang had just finished acting a scene. When she saw the man approach, she smiled sweetly and called out to him: "Big Brother!"
Xing Yichen nodded to her. He chatted with the producer while his sister continued to play the last scene of the morning with Ye Peicheng.
After glancing up at Xing Yichen, Qiao Moyu casually looked back down at the script in hand.

After glancing up at Xing Yichen, Qiao Moyu casually looked back down at the script in hand. While practicing her lines, she pondered which the body language and movements would be most appropriate.
She was actually a fan of Wuxia dramas in her previous life, so she would often act out some scenes with her brother. But now, since she truly was in front of the camera, she needed to study seriously to make up for her lack of experience.
She didn't know how the original host's bracelet ended up with her, but since she promised to achieve that woman's wishes, she would surely put forth 100% effort.
Today, Qiao Moyu and Ye Peicheng will be acting out a scene in the bamboo forest. In the script, the male lead was injured while his childhood friend helped wrap a bandage around his wound.
Since the male lead will have flashbacks of his childhood friend, several scenes will be shot today showing Ye Peicheng and Qiao Moyu as they practice martial arts in the bamboo forest.
The director gave the signal to prepare for the next scene. Xiao Su quickly nudged Qiao Moyu, who finally snapped out of her studies and looked up.
"Come on Sister Moyu!" Xiao Su was a little worried. After all, she also knew that this actress lacked experience.
Qiao Moyu nodded. She placed down the script and walked towards the bamboo grove. Although the white coat she wore today was made with coarse cloth, it actually gave her an authentic taste.
Within the lush bamboo forest, a girl stood there charmingly; her eyebrows were as the distant mountains and her eyes were as clear and serene as water. The snow white skin on her neck was graceful as a swan's, contrasting with her striking black hair that fluttered in the wind. She was like a fairy who was about to be swept away at any moment.
 
Outside the bamboo forest, Xing Yichen stared at Qiao Moyu's ethereal appearance with a slight frown.
After yesterday's incident, he deliberately ordered his assistant to present him with today's photoshoot takes. He would choose the photos himself. Among the numerous pictures, he noticed the girl in plain clothes at a glance. When he examined it closely, he realized it was Qiao Moyu.
He had to admit that she was very attractive, perhaps slightly more so than his sister. But he was tired of seeing her–she was just like an annoying mosquito that buzzed constantly before his face. He felt like slapping that insect dead with his palm and wiping off its nauseating blood.
That was why he chose the only ugly photo of her without hesitation and handed it to his assistant for the release at 10 o'clock.
Sure enough, when he checked the microblog, there were only praises for his sister and Ye Peicheng. Afterwards, viewers spotted Qiao Moyu's unsightly photo and began to throw all kinds of criticisms at her appearance.
Feeling quite pleased with the result, Xing Yichen smiled in satisfaction. Even after he wrapped up a small meeting, he came to visit his sister's set since he wasn't too far from the studio.
However, he didn't expect Qiao Moyu, who often stuck incessantly by his side, to actually take a mere glance at him today before quietly looking back down on her script. Moreover, she didn't appear unfazed by the harsh comments on Weibo; she still had a light smile.
At this moment, Qiao Moyu stood in the midst of the woods in her plain white dress. When she saw the injured Ye Peicheng, she quickly leapt to his side. The tension on her face seemed convincing.
 
Xing Yichen sneered and retracted his gaze. He opened Weibo on his phone for another look.
At this time, he saw that the topic '#Sheng Shi drama's Beauty in Plain White'** had suddenly climbed to the hot search online.
(**note: Su Yi 素衣–plain white clothing in ancient china for women. There's different types for young girls and married women. Here are some photo examples below)
Xing Yichen checked out the link and discovered it to be a video that was uploaded by an anonymous source. However, on a closer look, it was definitely a recording of Qiao Moyu!
Author's Afterword:  Hey hey, wanna see a certain someone embarrass himself?
Retribution comes quick!

When Qiao Moyu awakened, she found herself in a novel world and had become the villainess who was loathed by the President, the story’s male protagonist.

Qiao Moyu, the President’s childhood friend, came to his door whilst holding a baby, but the man said he won’t take any responsibility since the child wasn’t his!

As she stared at her adorable and proud little toddler, Qiao Moyu decided to take this chance to raise her son while having a fresh start in her acting career. As for the other problems, she’ll just take it easy!

However, a few months later ~

President: “You’re not some disgusting mosquito blood, you’re my white moonlight (first love).”

Luo Luo: “Mama, he’s not Baobei’s father. Baobei doesn’t want him.”

A certain Film Emperor: “I want both you and the child.”

Online fans: “Qiao Moyu is ours!”

The financial capital within reach that they could squander was pitifully small, and so they had to wrack their brains. Their card play couldn't be very long, but it had to draw people in, which as far as Copper was concerned was a rather difficult challenge. He wrote and he wrote, and he revised and he revised.
Although he hadn't started the work of card making, Chen Mu hadn't let up either, as he was already making all kinds of changes to the design in his head. Although the card play wouldn't be complex, increasing its expressive power was still a knotty problem. Their biggest problem was that they didn't have any spare money handy for him to experiment.
Which is to say that Chen Mu needed to reduce the frequency of failed attempts, to reduce the costs of production. His interest in reducing costs very clearly far surpassed what of any of those who had knowledge about high-level cards would be eager for. For those two poor wretches, the costs of production were life.
Copper's script was finally finished just on the day that the Star Academy exchange delegation arrived at Eastern Wei Academy. So, when all the people of Eastern Shang-Wei City were emptying its streets to take a look at the majestic Star Academy from among the six great academies, Chen Mu and Copper were shut up in the room discussing the script.
The two had opened up a rather animated discussion.
Chen Mu wanted Copper to tell him in detail what results he hoped to achieve point by point, such as the lighting angles, the background, the clothing, the characters' expressions at such and such a time, among many examples.
The more Chen Mu asked, the more concrete he became, and the more detailed, getting into things that Copper had overlooked, and which he brought up. Copper had never engaged in that kind of battle, which made him fret no end. But he also knew that for Chen Mu to economize, he must be detailed and complete.
Across two weeks, the two were in discussion the whole time. Where the original script had just a few thin pages of screenplay, they had piled on a thick pad of rough drafts. It was full of the written results of the two discussing for two weeks.
The two of them had bloodshot eyes, while their spirits still seemed pretty good.
After two weeks of discussion, Chen Mu had the entire story cooked into his core. Not only that, but he had nearly every scene – and every detail in every scene – already clear in his mind.
What they needed just then was not to get right to work, but to get some rest.
The two of them slept through two days and two nights.
The two soundly sleeping people didn't know that while they were shut-in discussing, the exchange delegation from Star Academy had already moved in to Eastern Wei Academy. Star Academy's exchange activity, which granted inconceivable prestige, got the attention of the entire Heavenly Federation. And what had originally been confined to the exchange activities between Star Academy and the Eastern Wei Academy, had already become a grand occasion for all Eastern Shang-Wei City. 
Wang Ze was the student representative from the Star Academy. He was very thin and tall, having a long face with somewhat sunken eyes, which were extremely penetrating. He was a third-year student from the external academy of the Star Academy. At Star Academy, if a student from the external academy hadn't gained entry to the inner academy, they could graduate in four years. Although Wang Ze, who was to become a card artisan, had strengths which tended toward the ordinary, he was worldly and well-informed on the human/machine interface, so the school appointed him to be the student representative that time.
You could see that Star Academy was placing a lot of importance on the exchange activity. Apart from forth-year students who were preparing for their graduation exams, there were all sorts of other third-year students, among whom were quite a few aces.
The responsible student on the Eastern Wei Academy side was Zuo Tingyi.
"Has fellow-student Wang gotten used to being here?" Seeing Wang Ze, Zuo Tingyi politely asked how he was doing. Theirs was a basically student-organized exchange delegation, expecting to be there for two months. The two schools didn't make any hard demands on the students, who could pretty much do as they pleased.
Wang Ze really appreciated his urbane junior colleague from Eastern Wei Academy. Wang Ze came from a distinguished family, and so he had a good feeling about the style which Zuo Tingyi exuded. "May I trouble my junior colleague? Your distinguished school's consideration in looking after us so meticulously makes me afraid that when we return to our school we will no longer be at home."
"My fellow student is too generous. Oh, there will be several students from your honorable school who will participate in the field work organized by the third year "F" section. Given that, I'm afraid we won't have enough supervising teachers." Zuo Tingyi said a little bit hesitantly.
The Heavenly Federation had five large flourishing districts, twenty-two ordinary residential districts, plus the capital, making twenty-eight altogether. Those twenty-eight districts didn't share a border among them, and nearly every district was independent of the others. Using the Eastern Reaches District in which Eastern Shang-Wei City was situated as an example, beyond it was all unbroken forest, which was the most ancient and wild area. That was the realm of other kinds of life, which were in control of it. They were powerful, deadly dangerous, and extremely populous. In the history of the establishment of the Heavenly Federation, the opening up of each district was established on the blood of uncounted ancestors.
Outside the Heavenly Federation was all wilderness, which included a dense ancient forest, a dry Gobi desert, and ranks of cloud-piercing mountains. But what would it be like if you were to go through the wilderness, enter the forests, cross the deserts, or climb the mountains, walking ever outward? No one knows, since every year there might be countless explorers who go out, but so far no one had returned.
There were really too many dangers in the open country. There were countless varieties of huge and strong creatures – pets of nature – that even the very top card artisans of all mankind couldn't contend with.
But the open country was also a treasure-trove, with rich produce and those precious fur pelts from the wild beasts, which were all sufficient to cause greedy mankind to rush in headlong regardless of danger. Practically all the materials needed to make the high-grade cards which were so incomparably precious in peoples' eyes, came from the dangerous open country. They came from the bodies of powerful and huge creatures caught there.
And then there was the discovery of the transit windows and the ash stratum which caused all of the Heavenly Federation to go into a period of mad exploration. It was in the year 2910 that mankind discovered the first transit window in the open country, and soon thereafter the related ash stratum was discovered. The transit window was the entrance to the road which connects to other regions. The ash stratum was then the underground passage which connected two transit windows. It was said that there was a world dripping with ash in the ash stratum, which was how it got its name. Immediately thereafter the first new realm was discovered, which was the current Mohadi Realm. The one who discovered it – Yang Sen – was successful, and gained honor and wealth.
The Heavenly Federation publicized the exploration activities and allowed private exploration. After searching out a new realm, the private explorer could achieve a lot of rights, such as being able to earn a stake in tax revenue when two parties entered into commercial trade. Or the discoverer could achieve trade priority and other similar sorts of priority, although the priorities couldn't develop so far as the transfer or selling of ownership. When the policies went into effect, several consortiums invested in expeditionary teams, like mushrooms popping up after the rain. And ever since then, card artisans followed on the development of card theory, leading to more and more martial power manifesting itself, with talent showing up in other martial careers as well, making it the number one profession. And then society's need for more card artisans stimulated still more rapid development of card theory. 
The outer reaches had become the heaven for numberless risk takers, while in the same way becoming the hell for numberless other risk takers who were buried there.


This is both a work of science fiction and an exploration of the meaning of life, love, literature and art. Brainpower is no longer the main ingredient for being human in this far distant future world.  Spirituality, physical balance, and diligence all come together as integrity for Chen Mu, the Card Apprentice.  The cards which Chen Mu masters in his own scrappy way, distill all the powers of the cosmos –  human and nonhuman –  into something that is not a book, not technology, and neither art nor magic, but is these and more.  Learn about these strange cards, which can embody everything you might imagine for the future of technology, but also a future beyond technology which promotes the best, and sometimes the worst, from mankind’s past.

 She was the unsurpassed beauty of a whole generation. Even without much acting experience, she gave a perfect interpretation of that graceful beauty.
 Even the prince of Dali, who had seen countless beauties in his life, mistook her for an immortal. Among all domestic actresses, only Liu Yifei had that special temperament.
 As he thought of that, Qin Guan felt proud of himself. Thanks to his acting experience and training courses, he could control his own temperament.
 The shooting went on. The vicious Constellation Immortal had the leader of the four villains possessed by the devil. As a kind-hearted monk, Xuzhu couldn't bear to watch. He maximized his Buddhist nature by cultivating it through Buddhist ancient books and records.
 Of course, he was no Heavenly Guardian or arhat, but the smiling Sakyamuni. It was better for him to have some blooming flowers in his hands.
 He was sincerely worried about the villain, who was about to commit suicide. "Beware of the devil in your heart. What kind of composition is this? It’s really wicked!"
 Qin Guan noticed that the director hadn't stopped shooting, which meant that he could go on without a break.
 Basing his performance on the script, he made his own interpretation. Actually, an actor could perform according to their own feelings. Provided that they didn't stray from the script, no director would judge their performance.
 A limitation was set on the actors only in the two following scenarios. One, if the director had a very clear aim and the actor had to perform according to that, such as when the script was actually written by the director, when the director wanted to win a prize, or if the director was writing about himself and his perennial feelings or wishes.
 The other scenario was when the actor couldn't read the script and the lines were as simple as possible.
 Those kind of directors usually shot indie films, and their train of thought would change all the time.
 Fortunately, Qin Guan’s crew and director were normal.
 Qin Guan took a white chess piece and set it on the board at random. He didn't know that, thanks to all sorts of accidental mishaps, he had broken the eternal composition.
 "You silly monk!" The villain hit him on his bare head. Qin Guan nodded like a chicken pecking away at rice.
 Before he could explain, he was kicked off. After being sent flying about three meters, he fell on the ground.
 This required the special effect team. Up until that point, Director Zhang had told them to have a break.
 After being beaten the whole day, Qin Guan was sneered at by Huang. Lin Zhiying, who was sitting right beside them, interrupted their conversation.
 Lin, who was from Taiwan, was curious about Qin Guan. He had heard that he was an exclusive actor of Zhang Jizhong. The crew had said that he was the most handsome guy in the world.
 Even some figurants from the Zhejiang Province had confirmed that statement.
 By then, the actor who played Murong Fu had gotten really scared. His role was the most suitable for Qin Guan, who frequently portrayed handsome villains.
 He was relieved when he noticed that only the actor who would play Xuzhu was absent.
 Although the famous actor was not worried about losing his job, he was still curious about that famous guy. He was also renowned for his looks himself.
 He wanted to get some insight into Qin Guan.
 "Good day today, isn’t it?"
 Qin Guan smiled. "The air is clean on the mountain."
 "Do you like the scenery here?"
 They were both gentlemen, so they quickly became good friends.
 Huang Bo looked gloomy beside them. Qin Guan always fought with him, both physically and verbally. When he saw the two men being nice to each other, he felt goosebumps on his skin.
 More and more people joined the conversation. Men always liked to talk about women, cars and wine.
 The only girl on set was sitting there alone. She was a reserved lady. I better finish work soon. My mother is waiting for me at the hotel.
 Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure on the steep mountain road. "Mum?"
 Her mother had been worried about her daughter, so she had followed the crew.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

"You probably don't play games…"
"Not really."
"Do you know 'Struggle Against the Landlord'?"
"What is that?"
"It's nothing too big; it's just a card game. Oh well, I don't think we can play anything at all. What interests do you normally have?" Lin Che thought that Gu Jingze seemed to be a person with no interests.
Gu Jingze said, "Drink tea, work out, listen to music… Writing."
"Writing? What kind of interest is that?"
"Calligraphy," Gu Jingze replied.
Lin Che said in surprise, "You know calligraphy?"
"Of course. My grandfather personally taught me. He wrote a small regular script that was very famous during that period."
Lin Che asked, "Can you write it and show me?"
"You don't have any interest in it. Why do you want to see it?"
"I've never seen anyone practice calligraphy in person. It's such an ancient thing to me and I actually have someone beside me who can do it…"
"…" Gu Jingze looked speechlessly at her.
Who was she calling 'ancient'…
Gu Jingze looked at her, "That's because nobody around you is literate and would try such cultured activities!"
"Yes, yes, yes. I'm not calling you ancient. I'm saying that this is really rare…"
"You've been surrounded with people like Qin Qing. What kind of rubbish things can they present to you?"
"…" Lin Che knew that he was angry because she said that he was ancient.
He could be angry for all she cared, but he didn't have to drag in innocent people.
"Yes, yes, yes. Nobody is as capable as my Hubby. He knows everything and even such high-caliber things. Please quickly demonstrate it for me."
Gu Jingze grunted. Seeing that she was so obedient, he then looked up and asked for his people to bring in the calligraphy paper, ink, and pen.
A while later, the tools were brought into the room.
When everything was arranged on the table, Gu Jingze picked up the brush and said to Lin Che, "I haven't practiced in a long time."
"Nevermind, just write something. I won't laugh at you."
Gu Jingze already began to write.
He did not use a lot of strength and very quickly, beautiful and black handwriting was on the white paper. Lin Che instantly felt as if this was magic. It looked so beautiful. This handwriting was amazing.
His handwriting was just like him; it was beautiful on the surface. Each stroke was clean and neat. It didn't seem to leave excess ink and it was extremely tidy.
Lin Che looked at Gu Jingze in awe, "It's beautiful. You're great! Oh my, I want to learn too."
Gu Jingze handed the brush to her, "Okay, come try it. It's actually very easy. Once you hold the brush properly, don't hesitate to write."
It was easy - for him.
But to Lin Che…
She mimicked Gu Jingze's actions and very soon, a black blob appeared on the paper.
Gu Jingze asked speechlessly, "Can you write properly?"
"Be more serious, Lin Che. Why is your hand shaking when you write?"
"Look at you, you're so dumb."
"Hey hey hey, Gu Jingze, I'm not like you. I can't learn these techniques in an instant. I just need practice, but you're so fierce that you're scaring me. How can I write properly?"
"…"
Gu Jingze looked speechlessly at Lin Che.
Lin Che added, "And… you wrote a regular script. Can't I write an irregular one?"
"…" Gu Jingze tapped her head, "You're full of excuses."
"Seriously, why do I have no talent in this?"
"Yes, yes. I've never seen your talents in any other aspect either."
"I'm talented in finding a husband," she chuckled and looked at him. "It's my first time finding a husband and I found myself such a great, great husband."
Gu Jingze was instantly bribed.
Looking at Lin Che, he moved slightly and laughed as he walked behind her. He then grabbed her hand, "Fine. It's all my fault for being such a great husband. Don't move and let me teach you."
Gu Jingze held Lin Che's arm from behind. Lin Che smiled subtly, feeling Gu Jingze hold onto her hand. They started writing stroke by stroke again on the paper.
His breath beside her ear made it burn up slightly. Her hand was also held tightly by him. Her entire body was almost wrapped in his embrace.
Those handsome cheeks were almost pressed against her face. It felt so intimate.
Lin Che's heart was already racing. She relied on his strength and wrote a poem.
'To win my beloved's heart, until death doth gray-haired part.'
Lin Che's heart moved.
Even though she knew that it was just a poem, it made her heart look forward uncontrollably.
'Until death doth gray-haired part'… That was such a beautiful story.
Lin Che said, "Wow! Do you see it? I'm too good at this. Can I frame this up and hang it in my room?"
"That room has a modern design. If you hang this… it won't match well."
"But I want to hang it," Lin Che said.
Gu Jingze looked at Lin Che and nodded, "Very well. You may hang it."
"Hehe, that's great!"
Seeing Lin Che so happy, Gu Jingze caressed her hair and breathed in her scent.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment to control himself.
But closing his eyes made him think about it more.
She wanted to walk away, but she felt him grab her waist forcefully.
She let out a sound and felt Gu Jingze's warmth closing in on her. He brushed against her back, "Don't move…"
"What… What are you doing…"
"I said stop moving. Come and let me look at you."
"Y-y-you… No way. This is the study room. Don't you still have a video conference…"
"They can wait," Gu Jingze hugged her and with one lift, she was already on his desk.
Lin Che instantly thought that he was really going to do something, "Y-y-you… Don't do this. I can't…" 
"Don't move. I want to look at you," he said and lifted up her skirt.
At home, she wore a simple skirt and there was just a panty underneath it.
Gu Jingze held her ankles and lifted her legs up.
Lin Che exclaimed speechlessly, "What… What are you doing? We can't do this…" Her face was red as she helplessly grabbed his arms. She was extremely nervous.
Gu Jingze looked at her, "Don't move. I'm just looking. Really, I'm not going to do anything to you."
"But…"
He pressed his lips against hers, swallowing her panic into his mouth.
After that, he then slowly moved his kisses down her body.
Lin Che lifted her head and breathed heavily.
When she felt his kiss already reach her darkest spot, she then quickly said, "Don't do this, I…"
"Be good… Your wound is not healed yet, so I can't touch you. Just treat this as an alternative solution."
"But…" 
"But what? If we can't have an alternative solution, are you going to let me suffocate?"
Lin Che immediately blushed. What kind of alternative solution was this?
But Gu Jingze continued downwards, taking away all of Lin Che's ability to think.
However, just then…
There was a sudden knock on the door.
Lin Che panicked and quickly grabbed his arms, "No, no. Someone is here, Gu Jingze."
Gu Jingze put Lin Che down. He looked speechlessly at the door and felt gloomy.
Lin Che said, "Quick, wash up… Idiot, I told you that we can't."
She hurriedly ran to the connected bathroom and simply washed her face.
Gu Jingze also followed after her. He looked at his own body and took a deep breath. He felt pure annoyance at whoever was outside.
At this moment, the door opened and a maid said, "Madam, the security said that someone is here for you."
Someone was looking for her?
Lin Che was puzzled. When she walked out, she saw that the person standing outside was Yang Lingxin.


Wealthy, powerful and handsome; Gu Jingze is the cream of the crop in the entire country. Every guy wants to be him and every girl wants to be with him. His life is perfect... except that he has one tiny secret that keeps him from getting close to any woman—apparent impotency.

That is, until he wakes up in bed with a total stranger one day. The next thing he knows, he is forced to marry this stranger; a feisty and boisterous woman by the name of Lin Che. 

Lin Che is an average girl whose only aim is to become a successful actress. Ostracized by her family and forced to become independent, she cooks up a scheme to attain her goal. But her plan fails and she ends up marrying this cold and seemingly heartless Gu Jingze. Not only that, she must now find her place in high society, where jealous women and devious plots lay abound - all while juggling her new career.  

Two strangers under one roof: From the outset, they agree to stay out of each other’s lives, but he somehow always manages to appear during her moments of crisis. Slowly and unwittingly, Lin Che begins to find it difficult to imagine a future without him. Will their relationship grow, or is their marriage destined to remain just a contract?

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