Soon, Lu Zhouhe's performance was finished. After a moment of silence, the area was filled with deafening applause and compliments! Compared to Miss Dong's performance, the atmosphere at this moment was even hotter. Apparently, Lu Zhouhe's composition impressed most of the people here. They were sincerely convinced by his talent.
Even Xu Que was convinced by this composition. He knew he was not able to make such a high-quality composition. As a great musician, Lu Zhouhe could rival masters like Beethoven!
When Lu Zhouhe put away his Guqin, he glanced at Xu Que speculatively. His eyes were full of sarcasm. It was a provocation and disdain obviously. It seemed he was trying to respond to Xu Que's provocation just now. In short, he was trying to tell Xu Que either show your talents or stop acting tough!
Damn!
Xu Que was annoyed immediately. What I want is a face-to-face challenge. I don't need this kind of eye contact! You are seeking death!
At the thought of this, Xu Que almost tried to kill the toy boy with one punch.
Whoosh!
Just at this time, Buttface came up from nowhere suddenly. He said in a low, furtive voice, "Little brat, something big has happened!"
"What?" Xu Que was surprised.
Buttface said in a low voice, "Holy crap! I was freaked out just now. This is not an ordinary building. Just now I sensed a horrible aura. I guess it might come from a cultivator at the Celestial Realm!"
"What? Celestial Realm?" Xu Que was shocked instantly, "Really? Where did you find it?"
"It's true! I went to the kitchen just now. That aura flashed by outside the kitchen. I was not able to track it, but I'm sure it is in this building!" Buttface said in terror.
Xu Que's lips twitched immediately. He sneered at Buttface coldly, "Buttface, you are awesome! I didn't expect you could have sneaked into the kitchen in such a short time!"
Howl! "I just passed by the kitchen! OK, OK, I'll continue to scout the situation!" Buttface ran away diffidently.
Xu Que didn't want to waste his time on Buttface. He also gave up the idea of attacking Lu Zhouhe recklessly. Anyway, he had so many ways to punish this guy. He just didn't want to offend a cultivator at the Celestial Realm for such a small fish! At least, he wouldn't do that before finding the Ten-Millennium-Flower-Dew!
What if he had to confront that powerful cultivator after finding the Ten-Millennium-Flower-Dew? Heh, heh, the Act-Tough Saint won't be scared away by a cultivator of the Celestial Realm!
At the thought of this, Xu Que stared at Lu Zhouhe with a cold smile.
...
After Lu Zhouhe's performance, a lot of people who were itching for a try didn't dare to show themselves. Several highly skilled exerts stepped out and played high-quality compositions with Guzheng, Guqin, or jade flute.
The building was filled with compliments. Even Miss Dong, who was sitting behind the gauze curtain, kept praising them.
However, Xu Que had managed to find out the truth. No matter whether the compositions were happy or sad, that disappointment was always hidden deeply in Miss Dong's eyes. It seemed all those compositions couldn't satisfy her. It was just like the Go Astray she had played just now. She was trying to pursue something new or make some new changes.
Oh? Could it be that.... Xu Que's eyes lit up as if an idea had occurred to him.
Bang!
"Hah, hah, hah...." Xu Que struck the table and laughed loudly.
Swish!
All the rest of the people in this area fixed their eyes on Xu Que.
Xu Que shook his head and said with a proud smile, "Guys, I am not here to blame you! I just want to tell you that all your compositions and poems are rubbish!"
Boom!
His words threw the entire area into a dead silence.
After that, uproar broke out. Everyone stared at Xu Que and accused him angrily.
"Behave yourself!"
"How dare you break the rules of the Dong Family!"
"We've come to an agreement that we won't talk about win or lose today. It is a friendly match. How dare you provoke everyone here?"
"Humph! I've noticed this man for a long time. He started to shake his head disdainfully when Miss Dong read her poem!"
"It's more than that! He always acted like this whenever someone read a poem or played a composition. He even disdained Lord Lu's composition. I didn't expect he would say it in front of us directly! He is so arrogant!"
Many people kept blaming Xu Que angrily. Actually, they had endured him for a long time. They just didn't want to step out and accuse Xu Que in front of the people of the Dong Family. However, now Xu Que had provoked them. They didn't want to put up with him anymore. They also wanted to take this opportunity to vent their anger.
Lu Zhouhe was smiling coldly. He glanced at Xu Que sarcastically because he was trying to annoy Xu Que, so that Xu Que would act out. Now, he thought his plan had worked.
On the contrary, Miss Dong, who was still sitting behind the gauze curtain, was stunned a bit. From the very beginning, she had noticed Xu Que's reactions and expressions. In order to show due respect to everyone in this area, she hadn't asked him for the reason. After all, things like poems or music suited both refined and popular tastes. Different people had different viewpoints and tastes. Nothing could be accepted by everyone. Therefore, she ignored Xu Que and focused on enjoying the performances.
However, she didn't expect that this guy would step out and denounce the works of other people as rubbish. This was outrageous indeed!
"My lord, why do you say that?" Miss Dong asked Xu Que, for she was trying to appease everyone. Her words quieted this area immediately. People just stared at Xu Que angrily.
Xu Que said with a faint smile, "I don't want to waste my time with poems. I could read several lines:
I can barely wake up in spring slumber, as the chirping of birds is heard here and there.
Last night came a stormy rain. To try to count the fallen petals would be a vain task.
 Hey, this is a poem I composed when I was five. It's boring, why are you so surprised?"
All the people in the area were shocked.
Although Xu Que read the poem casually, they realized this poem was quite poetic and visually inspired. Especially the last line "To try to count the fallen petals would be a vain task" could be regarded as an excellent finishing touch!
More important, he said he composed this poem when he was five!
My god! Is this guy a genius?
His talents in poetry are extraordinary!
"I don't think it is necessary for me to read the rest of my poems. Anyway, they are better than this one! That's why I denounced your poems, for they are so terrible that they couldn't be called poems!"
After saying that, Xu Que said with fervor and assurance again, "Moreover, just now I only shook my head for I was doing my best to contain myself! However, after hearing your compositions, sorry, I couldn't hold myself back any longer! Maybe someone is curious about the reason!"
After saying that, Xu Que stopped as he looked at the people in this area. Their dumbfounded expressions made Xu Que smile, "The reason is that I am best at music!"
Wow!
Instantly, the entire area was in an uproar.
What did he say?
Is he best at music?
Does this mean that extraordinary poem he read just now was nothing for him?
His talents in poetry are so remarkable! I didn't expect that it is not his strongest skill! I can't imagine how marvelous his musical skills could be!
...


I am the best when it comes to taking divergent paths. With just a flip of my hand, I shall take the path less commonly travelled. I search far and wide, only to find myself unbeatable and unrivaled. So now I ask, who else can match my awesomeness? 

Acting tough is second nature to me and I am a lone wolf.
 
The road is long and winding but I shan’t feel lonely as long as I am able to act tough!


Life and death bore me and I do whatever I deem fit.

“Young man, way back when I started acting tough, you were still learning how to put on your underpants!” Xu Que thus decided to take the path of acting tough. He decided to act tough every single god-damned day. If he wasn’t acting tough, he was scheming for the best way to act tough!  

Suddenly I turn around, and I see her there, where lights are dim and faint!
Those on Weibo saw the poem that suddenly appeared. They were caught by surprise, gawking at the poem, reading it repeatedly!
In an instant, the entire internet went into a frenzy!
Those from the WA were stunned just from the first sentence.
Huang Lihua and Vice-chairman Shi were flabbergasted as well.
Easterlies of the night call to bloom blossoms of a thousand trees, as if blowing adrift stars that drizzle like rain.
The first sentence was describing the wind, and it was expertly written. The imagery was lifelike; describing the scene with the wind, it was beautifully scenic.
For a moment, time seemed to have stopped on Weibo. During that time, even the comments ceased. Those not in the know might even suspect that everyone's internet disconnected.
They were pulled into the poem, into the lively market, with a beauty walking along with the crowd. The crowd tried to locate her, yet she was nowhere to be found. Just as they were feeling dejected, turning around, they saw her standing near the flickering lights.
Such beautiful imagery!
It was only a poem, but everyone felt as though it was a story.
After they struggled to recover from their daze, Weibo exploded with activity.
[Amazing poem!]
[F*ck! F*ck!]
[Such composition, such a wonderful poem!]
[I don't know much about poems, but I know that this is f*cking good!]
[Divine inspiration, this is divinely inspired!]
[F*ck! I was so excited and tried to send gifts all the while. Only now I realize that there's no gift button. Damn!]
…
Meanwhile, Capital University's Wan Yun was in shock.
'Is this really a student from our Capital University? My student managed to compose a poem of this level? The heavens are blessing our Chinese literature!'
The comments on Weibo were like fireworks going up in waves. The number of likes increased by a few thousand every passing second, causing Weibo to malfunction temporarily.
Just how well was the poem written? An average person would not be able to tell.
However, those in the WA knew that this poem was really well done. The scenery and character were expertly brought to life. They were way better compared to the poems Ye Lingchen previously wrote.
That was the first time Ye Lingchen put his heart into writing a poem. In an instant, it subjugated everyone. It could be described as perfect, definitely worthy to be considered a masterpiece!
Those from the WA remained silent; some were even eager to go offline. They were too ashamed to stay around and were trying to find a hiding place.
'Novel Y...just what kind of person is he?'
'Composing a poem of this caliber on the fly. Is he still a human?'
However, someone soon noticed Ye Lingchen's choice of words. "First!"
[F*ck! First poem?! Could it be that Y intends to compose more?]
[Awesome! Would the second one be coming soon? I'll wait for it!]
The next instant, the second poem was out.
[The second poem, on the moon.]
[Moon Gazing with Distant Thoughts.
Bright moon over the sea, sharing the same moment in distant lands.
Lovers resent the long nights, where sentiments grow strong.
Snuffing the candle to appreciate the full moon, adorning the robe to feel the moisturizing dew. 
Regretfully unable to present this to my dear, I return to sleep, for a dream of cherished union.]
Amazing!
Another amazing composition!
The first sentence grabbed the hearts of all the readers!
Bright moon over the sea, sharing the same moment in distant lands.
This poem was about separation, projecting the sentiments onto the moon. Loved ones separated in distant lands sharing the same view of the moon. The long-distance separation was aptly described by this.
[I'm crying. Thank you Y for composing such a wonderful poem. Thank you! I've been working away from home for many years now. It's been so long since I last went home.]
[Above post, I'm in the same boat. I miss my hometown.]
[Sob sob sob, I've already made plans with my wife to share the view of the moon tonight. That way, it'll be like me watching it next to my wife.]
However, while they were still lamenting, the third poem was out!
[The third poem, on flower.]
[On Flower After Failed Examination.
Waiting for autumn to come, eighth of the ninth month,
Once my flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers perish.
Bursts of fragrance soar the skies as it penetrates Chang'an,
The entire city coated in golden armor.]
Once the poem was published, everyone was shaken even further.
The style of the poem was distinctly different from the two previous poems.
The previous poems were of restraint and separation. However, this poem gives off a feeling of tyranny, unrivaled dominance!
Such a change made it difficult for them to switch over.
This poem was domineering from the beginning to the end. It could be said that every word, every sentence struck awe into their hearts.
Just how prideful and confident must one be to write such a poem!?
[I suddenly feel that Y is writing this poem for himself. I wonder if any of you guys feel the same?]
[The first one I can think of is Y. Didn't you realize that once Y started composing poems, those fools from WA dare not utter a single word?]
[F*ck, it's true! His pride and domineering demeanor are oozing from his bones!]
[The fourth poem, snow.]
Ye Lingchen paused for a moment, but this time he laughed, suddenly feeling trollish.
He split up the upload, starting with the first sentence. [One, two, three and four.]
'Hm?'
Everyone was dumbfounded. Such an opening seemed very mundane.
[Five, six, seven and eight.]
[What's this? Counting game?]
Ignoring the masses, he uploaded the third sentence.
[Thousand, ten thousand, and countless.]
With that, the crowd could no longer hold back.
[Y, why are you suddenly learning from those WA members? Please don't!]
[F*ck! It's the end. Y's poem is starting to burn my eyes.]
[Is our Chinese literature going into decline now? No…]
However, the fourth sentence came.
[Disappearing into the plum blossoms.]
Boom!
All their minds were blown, ringing continually. They did not expect the last sentence to salvage the entire poem in that manner. 
That poem was by no means amazing, but it was simple. In its simplicity, it did not lose its rhyming. In a way, it could also be considered another masterpiece.
[Amazing! I knew Y wouldn't let me down.]
[The essential stroke. That's the real essential stroke!]
[Genius, definitely a genius. He's just doing as he wishes!]
[Hahaha, did any of you realize that Y's poem was picking on those poems that Huang Lihua was praising earlier?]
[It is! Wind, flower, snow, and moon. Hahaha…]
[I would like to ask, Master Huang Lihua, is the wind still gentle? Are the flowers still beautiful? Is the snow still white? Is the moon still bright?]
…
Composing four poems in a row, and each of them masterpieces. All that without any preparation beforehand; all impromptu work. Such level of poetry would have made him a champion in ancient times!
Others would have something to be proud of for life after composing one good poem. Instead, he wrote one after another, as if they were nothing. That was just beyond amazing!
Frightening, absolutely terrifying!
All those from the WA became mute, after which they started to delete their Weibo posts one after another.
They were ashamed of showing their poems. It was impossible to compare with Ye Lingchen. They could not afford to embarrass themselves any further.
Huang Lihua deleted the post where he criticized Ye Lingchen along with his other posts. Ye Lingchen's standards were way beyond most people out there. If his literature standards were considered low, then the entire China would have no standards to go by.
Just where did this monster pop out from? He was just too monstrous. Not someone one could afford to offend...


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...

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Book Title: Rebirth of the Last Empress

Chapter Title: Brain, Beauty and Talent

Chapter no. 11

Author: Ahce Darato Torres (@TorresAhceDarato)

Date published: April, 2020

(No to Plagiarism! This book is an original composition of Ahce Darato Torres, and can be readable only @wattpad.com or @webnovel.com)

---

(Third Person's POV)

A lady with a domineering height walk towards the center where all of the noble ladies gather and get ready for the competition that all of them have long waited for. Her skin as pale as snow, and looking as smooth as jade match her white gown. A beautiful gown with gems that sparkle like a fairy's dust and embroidered with golden flowers that looks as if they are dancing with the wind. Her grace and elegance caught they eye of many and held the breath of men. Her veil enhance her enigmatic face and emphasize her mesmerizing eyes.

The finest jewels adorned her body and her silky hair was braided into a flower bun with loose strands. Her brows thick and lengthy, while her lashes show the epitome of care. Feng Jiang Lei caught everyone in trance without knowing how many hearts beat as one. 

The names of the noble ladies are gathered as the competition for four arts take place. All of them will battle with one another for four games and the winners will proceed to the next round. Cresencia, the head of Lombardi Family is not someone they can trifle with. She has grown in the world of business and cruelty, to perform such trivial matters is an easy game. When she entered university, she had proven her worth by graduating top in class with flying colors. Dominating every single field, and letting her teachers salute her. Whilst her face worthy of her intellectual praise.

(No to Plagiarism! This book is an original composition of Ahce Darato Torres, and can be readable only @wattpad.com or @webnovel.com)

The competition went in a blur. (Hua) Feng Jiang Lei painted like Leonardo da Vinci, (Qin) sang a song while playing a guqin like Broadway performer, (Qi) she won a Go game, and (Shu) wrote a poem that caused people to admire her.

A poem of war.

Title: "Brave hearts"

The moon shine in peace,

as mortals sleep well.

Behind the northern mountains,

are eyes of wolves, guarding their posts.

Hands of victors, 

people with brave hearts.

Souls with wisdom,

we thank thee.

She is thanking the military men for their efforts to protect the kingdom while the citizens sleep peacefully at night. Unknowingly, it caught the crown prince off guard. He has served the military since he was eight, he knew how hard life is at the northern border of the kingdom, and he admired a little thank you from his people. He smiled which caused an uproar to the jealous hearts of women who wants to win him over. In their minds Feng Jiang Lei must die.

There were only four women who won the games and proceed to the next game. This time it will test their strength, endurance and intellectual capacity as they play in martial arts combat.

(No to Plagiarism! This book is an original composition of Ahce Darato Torres, and can be readable only @wattpad.com or @webnovel.com)

Legendary affluent head of the Lombardi family's pharmaceutical company, Cresencia, passionate Eurasian chef & neurosurgeon has dedicated her life in running the world's most revered technologically-advanced corporate medical hospital, and building internationally successful food business empire. But something dark and dangerous had long haunted Cresencia's life which led her living alone. She witnessed fear in her mother's eyes, locked in her childhood memories of blood spilling household massacre. And now the same fortune is leading her in terror as the sound of her own screams echo through the ship's cabin, an almost peaceful vacation trip plotted by her father turned grave.

Shipwrecked on the deep stormy seas, betrayed by her father and stepsister, Cresencia finds herself washed up on the strange ancient island of Cuixia, a land bestowed by the emperor to Duke Feng Changming and Duchess Murong Jiayi, childless military couple. Fostered by sovereign military rulers and pampered with love she grew up as an outstanding noble heiress, ready to conquer the world of the past. Cresencia ignites both sovereignty and revenge, and discovers a destiny that tests her will to claim a land rightfully hers, and the one man she will love.

Book Title: Rebirth of the Last Empress

Chapter Title: Brain, Beauty and Talent

Chapter no. 11

Author: Ahce Darato Torres (@Ahcejiejieiii)

Date published: April 29, 2020

(No to Plagiarism! This book is an original composition of Ahce Darato Torres, and can be readable only @wattpad.com or @webnovel.com)

---

(Third Person's POV)

A lady with a domineering height walk towards the center where all of the noble ladies gather and get ready for the competition that all of them have long waited for. Her skin as pale as snow, and looking as smooth as jade match her white gown. A beautiful gown with gems that sparkle like a fairy's dust and embroidered with golden flowers that looks as if they are dancing with the wind. Her grace and elegance caught they eye of many and held the breath of men. Her veil enhance her enigmatic face and emphasize her mesmerizing eyes.

The finest jewels adorned her body and her silky hair was braided into a flower bun with loose strands. Her brows thick and lengthy, while her lashes show the epitome of care. Feng Jiang Lei caught everyone in trance without knowing how many hearts beat as one. 

The names of the noble ladies are gathered as the competition for four arts take place. All of them will battle with one another for four games and the winners will proceed to the next round. Cresencia, the head of Lombardi Family is not someone they can trifle with. She has grown in the world of business and cruelty, to perform such trivial matters is an easy game. When she entered university, she had proven her worth by graduating top in class with flying colors. Dominating every single field, and letting her teachers salute her. Whilst her face worthy of her intellectual praise.

(No to Plagiarism! This book is an original composition of Ahce Darato Torres, and can be readable only @wattpad.com or @webnovel.com)

The competition went in a blur. (Hua) Feng Jiang Lei painted like Leonardo da Vinci, (Qin) sang a song while playing a guqin like Broadway performer, (Qi) she won a Go game, and (Shu) wrote a poem that caused people to admire her.

A poem of war.

Title: "Brave hearts"

The moon shine in peace,

as mortals sleep well.

Behind the northern mountains,

are eyes of wolves, guarding their posts.

Hands of victors, 

people with brave hearts.

Souls with wisdom,

we thank thee.

She is thanking the military men for their efforts to protect the kingdom while the citizens sleep peacefully at night. Unknowingly, it caught the crown prince off guard. He has served the military since he was eight, he knew how hard life is at the northern border of the kingdom, and he admired a little thank you from his people. He smiled which caused an uproar to the jealous hearts of women who wants to win him over. In their minds Feng Jiang Lei must die.

There were only four women who won the games and proceed to the next game. This time it will test their strength, endurance and intellectual capacity as they play in martial arts combat.

(No to Plagiarism! This book is an original composition of Ahce Darato Torres, and can be readable only @wattpad.com or @webnovel.com)

She was a legendary figure, a genius neurosurgeon, a renowned lawyer and one of pillars of wildlife conservation. Her brainpower was too horrifying that the government saw her as an imposing threat to their jurisdiction. One day Feng Jiang Lei was sent to work for diplomatic relations with the terrorists and deal with the aftermath of risking her life to fulfill her duty. It could have been successful, but she was assassinated and died by the hands of her childhood best friend. Remembering that no matter how important a person is to you, there will come a time that love will abandon and betray you.

He was the son of an affluent technological expert, a professor from Harvard University and the heir to AdTech-Space Developers Corporation. Professor Qin Xue Rong spearheaded the expedition to Jupiter and ventured the lands of the unknown yet one night the great red spot appeared without warnings, thus putting everyone at risk. He could have saved his life, but he sacrificed his own to save his people and send them back to earthly safely. He was then sucked by the storm, bringing with him was a 17-Petaflop Titan Supercomputer and Valkyria the most advanced space humanoid robot.

But the gods seemed to have different plans. Two lost souls with untimely death were fated to meet in the era of the past and change the mistakes of the history. One became the wicked and outrageous miss who was banished to the mountains as the star of destruction. While the other was the fool who was stripped from his noble title and left to rot in the forest. Despised and plotted against, will they survive the test of time?

"What are you inventing hubby?" she asked

"A cultivation booster for my wifey!" he answered

"Will we get richer?" she asked again

"Indeed the richest!" he answered and kissed her forehead gently.

Huang Xuan felt bad luck. He had caused a mess with a spring water bottle, and the girl before him had been the direct victim. He hadn’t recognized her, but now his smile had given him away.
Paulino was teaching the class passionately. Huang Xuan shrank his head and asked in English, “You are?”
“Galatea.” She smiled again. Her eyes and brows all turned into new moons.
With Rolin’s help, Huang Xuan responded quickly, “The Goddess of the calm seas?”
Galatea was the name a Greek sculptor gave to his best sculpture. Later, he fell in love with Galatea, but when Galatea woke up, she regarded the sculptor as her father. Many suitors fought for her or even for just one look at her. The kind Galatea cried so much that she became blind. She thought she didn’t deserve to have come to the world, so she jumped into the river one evening and killed herself. After her death, she was called “The Goddess of the calm seas”.
Rolin had explained the meaning of the name as plainly as he could. Huang Xuan thought that Rolin’s chatter had never been so useful as right now.
Galatea was surprised. In Greece, her name could be understood by many people, but now it was Brazil, and the teenager who was even younger than herself wasn’t even a westerner. 
At this moment, Paulino was teaching the Spanish wording structure. Huang Xuan said in a low voice,
 “We missed each other, and you decided to look beside,
“The blue eyes just passing by are looking at you,
“From the moment I saw you,
“The glimpse, the silence.”
Although the intonation was jerky, Galatea was smiling, showing her white teeth.
The Chinese writer Li Ao had once said that when a man saw a beautiful woman, all his body parts became soft except one. It was such a simple thought. Huang Xuan wasn’t a grown-up yet, but he thought he had become a man. Now the fact spoke louder.
“I am Huang Xuan,” the “man” introduced himself slowly in English.
“I understand Spanish.” Galatea seemed to have forgotten what had happened at the airport. “We can communicate in Spanish.”
Huang Xuan shrugged. Finally, he saw the importance of languages Rolin had been talking about, but he barely knew anything about Spanish. 
“I…” he squeezed out in English.
Then he shut up again. Galatea craned his neck, with her hair hanging down softly. 
“Rolin, can you help me learn foreign languages really fast?”
Rolin complimented Huang Xuan on his spirit. “There are no such ways. Even when the base reaches level 21, it will still need two months.”
That gave Huang Xuan something to expect in the future. He decided to give Galatea a good impression first. He looked at his phone, stood up and said, “Sorry.” Then he rushed out from the back door.
On his way home, he kept reminding Rolin, “Remember Galatea’s looks and then tell me her phone number.”
“No problem,” Rolin gave a pleasant answer.
Huang Xuan decided to work hard on foreign languages. It occurred to him that he didn’t even know where Galatea came from.
Huang Xuan wasn’t used to cutting school. He sat there, panting. He wanted to do something, anything, but his mind was in a mess. He just sat there, absent-minded, until dinner was ready.
“Rolin, should I write her a letter?” 
“To whom?”
“Galatea!” Huang Xuan pronounced that name smoothly.
“That will be a love letter,” Rolin said honestly. Huang Xuan’s face went pink. He mumbled something and started writing. Then came the problem. Since he had never written a love letter before, and he wasn’t good at writing, writing a love letter to a foreigner seemed beyond him.
“Hey, any good ideas?” He had to ask Rolin for help.
“What?” 
“The love letter. Do you know how to write one?”
“No,” Rolin said bluntly.
“I am hurt. I can’t believe you refused to help me when I need you so much,” Huang Xuan pretended to grieve.
Rolin didn’t fall for it but still offered his help: “I suggest you translate an ancient Chinese love poem.”
“Poem?” Poems were good. His father loved literature. Huang Xuan nodded his head in satisfaction. “But which one to translate?”
“An Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River by Cao Zhi1,” Saying this, Rolin started translating it and displayed the Chinese and Greek versions to Huang Xuan by energy projection. Meanwhile, he read in a low voice,
“She has a thin neck and fair skin,
She doesn’t wear make-up and ties her hair up high,
Her eyebrows curve slightly,
Her lips are red and her teeth white, 
Her eyes are sparkling,
With dimples in her cheeks, she is so beautiful and elegant,
She speaks gently and charmingly…”
Although Huang Xuan had heard the story that Cao Zhi had been able to write a poem when he had been seven years old, he had never heard of An Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River. He had spent most of his time fooling around with Liu Penggang.
Even though he didn’t get it, the poem moved Huang Xuan. Art was similar. Whoever could appreciate beauty could do art too.
Rolin was imitating Huang Xuan’s tone as he read the poem. Then he started to read the Greek Version of it, which had been translated beautifully in a classical style. It sounded uncertain, misty, and as peaceful as the moonlight.
Huang Xuan was lost for a minute. When Rolin finished reading, he asked, “Will she believe that I wrote it?”
“She doesn’t know you. As long as you possess this quality when you see her again, it is yours.”
Huang Xuan was encouraged, but he knew himself well. Not to mention writing a poem in Greek, he could barely write an article in Chinese. He couldn’t even finish a composition in months. He didn’t understand why Rolin had insisted on letting him learn foreign languages.
He spread his hands and said, “Fine, I will learn Greek from you, but I can stop it anytime.”
“OK,” Rolin agreed, as long as Huang Xuan was willing to take the first step.
“When shall we begin?”
“The upgrade of the base to level 21 will take about one week. Just wait.”
 
Note:
Cao Zhi (192-232), a poet and essayist of the Han Dynasty.


Many people felt frustrated by the lack of knowledge after time travel.

Many took their laptops with them during time travel and fell into an awkward situation with deficient electricity.

Many others took the troops with them and found that there were only logistics of 19th century.

Countless predecessors had died on the way, numerous on the land of another world. 

A large number of people had achieved both success and fame after time travel, but failed to find the way back home. 

Do you still regret not remembering the formula of glass?
Are you still confused about the ingredients of gunpowder?
Are you still trying to perfect the shape of mirrors?

Nowadays, a lot of colleges and universities are rushing about, looking for sponsorship; many institutions are drifting along the wave of bank notes; a host of experts’ and professors’ subjects have been brought to a halt  because they are short of funds.

There is a solution to every problem.
...



"…sitting behind is care, but no effort left is there to share."
                One of the girls the room definitely recites her poem the least emotion. That last line tells everything why. Almost eight students have been called in front, and so far, their language is flawless. Most of them must have been to a state of America or Australia, but the Asian accent still finds its way to be felt between their words. Everyone is expectant to be called as Mr. Hwang once again stands in the middle of the front aisle.
                "Thank you Karen. And for the last presenter, let's have…"
                I can feel his intention to call on me. The willingness in the faces of my classmates is not strong enough to overpower my intimidation to be called in front. And without a doubt…
                "Marcus, please recite to use your poem that we may have a glance of who you are."
                Everyone is, once again, clapping at this new student who is the most foreign of all. The mere minute left for me to write has not given me enough time to artfully word the obscurity of my gender.
                Amidst the overflowing fear to be hated, I stand before these new faces who have no clue who is about to speak to them. South Korea is known to be one of the most conservative nations of this modern world, and what I am about to tell them will definitely alter their view—and to which direction, I am not sure.
There is a heart that beats
Covered by skin and muscles inside my chest.
For all, it works to provide life.
For some, it pumps to keep themselves alive.
For few, it throbs for someone else's love.
For me, it beats under my chest
Still unsure of which it for exists.
                I anticipate my speech to end in silence, but the burst of applause tells me that they did not grasp the hidden message that lingers with those words. They may have been amazed by the integration of elements in writing a good literature, but their focus to that makes me upset because the essence of my poem has not been savored accordingly.
                Nonetheless, Mr. Hwang's eyes whisper a message of understanding and worry. This gesture explains how much competent he is for this subject because he has the ears and eyes to discern.
                I thank the bell for ringing right on time. With that, I have a plausible reason to escape from the hook of everyone's attention. I rush to grab my things from my seat and pretend to take my time putting them back to my bag. I should feign being slow to buy them time to leave the room.
                "Marcus, your poem is substantial and creative." Mr. Hwang compliments when everyone has left the room except me.
                "Inside you is a poet whose composition is destined to be heard. To be written in just few minutes, your poem is just great."
                "…and brave." A third person's voice cuts my conversation with Mr. Hwang.
                His subtle movements make I and Mr. Hwang believe we were alone in the room. Nonetheless, there sits the tall guy whose desk is opposite of mine. But the growing pace of my heartbeat is not caused by his presence, I assessed. It is his comment which rushes the rhythm of my breathing.
                I know I am required to give the next comment, but there is nothing in my mind now that I can grasp to tell. Good thing the tall guy leaves the room right after he feels the awkward atmosphere.
                
                In all the classes I have for this day, that last class is the most memorable. By that, I mean, a bittersweet-kind of memory. Until now, my thoughts are hovering around the quick comments I received from being myself. I wonder how bare that line was.
       Still unsure of which it for exists.
                It can mean "unsure" of which person it is existing for. It can be that girl who attended the same school as I back in elementary, or that other girl who lives next to us back in the Philippines. However it can mean, I know in myself that it means it is unsure whether a man or woman it exists for… and two of the people in that room understood what I meant. Mr. Hwang's reaction has an embrace of encouragement, while that guy's comment does not clearly reveal anything at all. And that mere thing makes it even worse to think about.
                The depth of my introspection allows me to reach the dormitory unwittingly. There I stand in front of the door to room 408, thanks to that other guy in the elevator for assisting me find the place faster.
                On that door, there is my name and someone named "Kim Seung Min". He clearly is Korean, I thought. My roommate, I hope, is the best person I will ever meet in this country.
I tap the card that guy handed me in class. The door produces some sound which tells me it is unlocking. I clutch the knob. The room is more stunning than I expected! It is bright and very conducive for learning and writing those masterpieces I am about to create.
I remove my shoes before entering the bedroom proper as Korean culture has taught me. I caress most of the furniture in the room, and the mere touch of them shows me "heaven"!
I have never lived in this kind of luxurious room! I sniff the luxurious air that lingers inside my new room for almost a year. The scent is so aromatic that my eyes unconsciously closed themselves to heighten the moment's feeling. But that grand moment is snipped by the opening of the bathroom door.
Surprisingly, it is that tall guy in the classroom.
More surprisingly, he seems to know I am his roommate and my presence does not seem to bother him at all.
And Most surprisingly, he is not wearing anything at all!
                Let me correct myself. He is wearing his nude boxers. Sorry for the wrong info.

In that land he barely knew, he convinced himself to dare to play the most dangerous game. It is either he falls or he fails. Love just cant be won over.

The military strategist who was bad at poetry introduced his student. "Xu Cijiu, my student who excels in the art of war. He is a promising scholar."
Zhang Zhen kept his surprise to himself.
'You're not a poet, why have you volunteered yourself?'
Zhu Tuizi had thought the purple jade belonged to him when a student called out. Warily, he sized up the competition. However, when he saw that it was Xu Xinnian, his confidence rose again.
Zhu Tuizi only spared Xu Xinnian a glance.
They were classmates for years. Although they rarely interacted, they were aware of each other's strengths and weaknesses.
Xu Xinnian was skilled in composing essays that discussed contemporary affairs, he also had a good grasp of military strategies. Poetry was not his strong suit.
The jade accessory was Zhu Tuizi's.
All eyes fell on Xu Xinnian as he basked in the attention. His eyes were far away, staring into the soft glow of the sun.
"Thousand miles of yellow clouds darken the day."
The national chess player, Li Baimu, stroked his white beard. The simple sentence was meant to set the scene but the words resonated in his chest.
"The north wind stirs the geese and snow."
It was almost winter. While snowfall had not begun, it was only a matter of time before the weather changed. There was no hyperbole in that sentence.
The imagery appeared in everyone's mind. The setting sun was blocked by a flurry of snow as the north wind roared—the sky was dotted with flying geese.
The two sentences painted an image befitting a farewell.
Zhang Zhen was surprised. In his many years of observing Xu Xinnian, the student showed little aptitude for poetry. These two seven-character sentences must have taken a lot of effort. If the whole poem was of this quality, Xu Xinnian might outperform Zhu Tuizi.
Among the three established Confucian scholars, Ziyang's Layman was the most skilled in the art of poetry. He ruminated on the words and felt sorrow in his heart.
A thousand miles, the sunset, the north wind, the flying geese, the flurry of snow… The setting was one of loneliness and desolation.
The poem sounded as if he was being banished, not promoted—and yet there was a certain charm in its sorrow.
His past achievements were acknowledged by the courts, therefore he was assigned to Qingzhou. However, would the powers of the Imperial College allow him to grow and prosper in the courts?
Would they stand by and watch as he built a foundation in the courts for the White Deer Academy?
An unknown fate awaited him in Qingzhou—the path ahead was uncertain.
Then, Xu Xinnian spread his arms apart. His handsome face glowed under the warm rays of the sun, unmarred and delicate.
With his arms wide open, he looked at Ziyang's Layman and recited loudly.
"Fear not a journey of loneliness, for you are not a stranger to the realm."
A hush fell over the pavilion and its surroundings.
A chill swept through the audience.
Zhu Tuizi's head turned stiffly to look at the erect Xu Xinnian.
"Fear not a journey of loneliness, for you are not a stranger to the realm."Li Mubai applauded loudly. "Exceptional!"
The first two sentences evoked sadness, then the last two sentences changed the mood and lifted everyone's hearts and spirits.
Zhang Zhen kept his eyes on Xu Xinnian.
Ziyang's Layman was still caught up in the beauty of the poem, his heart was moved.
"A good one, really impressive," he mumbled.
The military strategist saw that his student did not continue his recital and asked, "What about the next half?"
A smirk tugged at Xu Xinnian's lips as he replied, "The poem exists in only half a stanza."
Only half a stanza?
The scholars were wide-eyed at the statement. This man performed a half-written poem?
"No matter, no matter. Half a stanza was sufficiently impressive," Ziyang's Layman said calmly. He wore a cheery smile as he asked, "Xu Cijiu, does this poem have a name?"
"No!"
Xu Xinnian maintained his proud demeanor in hopes to avoid their questions. His reluctance to elaborate would discourage further questions.
The smile on Ziyang's Layman's face widened. "No rush. This poem was meant for my farewell, right?"
Xu Xinnian nodded.
"Why don't I name it for you?"
Li Mubai and Zhang Zhen realized what he was doing and frowned as if they both tasted a lemon slice.
"How about 'Yang Gong's Farewell To Qingzhou At The Sheep's Pavilion'?" The elder looked expectantly at Xu Xinnian.
"Satisfactory!" Xu Xinnian called out. Noticing his lack of respect, he added. "As you please."
The two elders beside Ziyang's Layman made sounds of disapproval.
"Shameless thief."
"Tsk!"
"It is fate." Ziyang's Layman laughed heartily as he bowed at them with his hands folded.
In an era where poetry was a dying art, this poem would be revolutionary. It would be sung by every student and scholar of the realm.
The name of Ziyang's Layman was bound to the poem's title, and thus would be known throughout the lands.
If the poem survived the ages, his name would also be passed down generations and generations.
The quality of the poem made it highly likely to be well-received by all.
The two elders had called him shameless because Xu Xinnian was presenting this poem as a gift to a mentor. Technically, a courtesy name or art name should be used instead of a given name in the poem title. A given name should only be used in poems about one's peers and close friends.
Evidently, the man was too caught up with fame to feel the shame.
What was every scholar's dream? To cultivate oneself and bring peace to the empire? No, that was an ideal.
Throughout the ages, every scholar's biggest dream was to have their name carved into history.
The two elders were incredibly jealous.
As Xu Xinnian's mentor, Zhang Zhen had some doubts about the author of the poem but he stayed silent. He was happy for his student to receive praise from Ziyang's Layman.
As the three elders discussed, Xu Xinnian coughed to get their attention. "Respectfully, I must declare that the poem is not my work."
The discussion stopped.
The three esteemed scholars wore different expressions—surprise, shock and understanding.
Li Mubai was surprised.
Ziyang's Layman had the largest reaction. He took two steps forward and asked, "Who is the author? Is he from our academy? Is he here?"
He looked past Xu Xinnian as he scanned the crowd.
Xu Xinnian lifted his chin and said proudly, "It is my elder brother."
A chatter began among the student body.
"Xu Cijiu's brother?"
"Where does he study? I've never heard of him."
"If I remembered correctly, Xu Cijiu is the eldest of his family."
"Cijiu, what is your brother's name? Who is his mentor? Tell us. A poet of this caliber yet unknown to the academy?"
The students were eager to hear about this mysterious poet.
The three elders watched Xu Xinnian.
'Ah crap, I've been badly influenced by my father's impulsiveness. I shouldn't have revealed the existence of my impulsive brother.' The eagerness in the students' eyes made Xu Xinnian rethink his decision.
To be a scholar was to be the top of society, as shown by the haughty Xu Xinnian.
Those from the White Deer Academy were no exceptions.
If Xu Qian was a scholar, these people would sing praises and laudation. Revealing the poet was a constable would give rise to a negative reaction.
If a lowly constable could write such an exemplary seven-character poem, what of the scholars?
Xu Xinnian pushed through with his explanation. "My brother… He studies the scriptures at home and doesn't attend the White Deer Academy or the Imperial College. He is a simple man who doesn't want fame and prefers to be left alone to his works."
Such dedication was praiseworthy. The White Deer Academy students were pleasantly surprised as a gush of friendship filled their hearts.
Unsurprisingly, the purple jade was presented to Xu Xinnian. Ziyang's Layman bid the crowd farewell. In a burst of inspiration, he left them with a line before he entered the decorated carriage.
"Talents cannot be covered in dust, speak carefully in such times of peace. What do you say?"
The two other elders gave no response. Perhaps they understood but pretended not to. The crowd watched as the carriage ferried Ziyang's Layman away. After some time, Li Mubai tapped Xu Xinnian on the arm. The two men stepped aside to have a private conversation. "Cijiu, I suddenly have the urge to take in a disciple. If you are free today, can you introduce me to your brother?"
Zhang Zhen appeared and quickly said, "Cijiu, wouldn't it be great if you and your brother were under my tutelage?"
It did not matter if the man wrote any more poems. The main goal was not to let the talent be buried.
Perhaps the future had a famous poem titled, 'My Mentor, Zhang Zhen'.
Li Mubai argued, "Military strategy is not the main branch of study. Every scholar has to start with the scriptures, essay composition and self-cultivation."
"Oh? And chess is a main branch? A mentor who can't take a loss and has never won against Wei Yuan?" Zhang Zhen taunted.
"Shut your mouth, you old thief. Don't mention Wei Yuan in my presence. I have always cherished my talents, this student is mine."
"You old fool, you just want him for his poetry skills."
"Shameless! Watch me strike you down with my noble spirit."
"As if I can't do the same."
Xu Xinnian's head was heavy.
The students who stood a distance away were in shock. The two established Confucian scholars were red-faced as they argued—it looked as if a fight was about to break out.


Once a police academy graduate—Xu Qian, woke up and found himself in jail. He was to be banished to the borderlands in three days...
Stuck in this inhumane society, his initial goal was just to be a rich man and pass his days in relative safety.
…
Many years later, Xu Qian recalled the events of the past. His enemies and friends were dead, there was nothing of them left but bones.
The rolling Yangtze River flows east as the waves wash away the heroes. 
Success or failure, wrong or right; matters little, it might?
The lush mountains remain while the sun sets every night.


"Don't you know?" Su Ruirui was happy to answer the question for her on the side, "You weren't here yesterday and the teacher told us to prepare for a test." 
"You have to take the test back to correct your mistakes, your parents have to sign it too." 
Ye Sang heard that signature was needed, she recalled her three dog-like fathers and her hair shot up anxiously. 
The little girl asked nervously, "Will they hit my butt if I don't do well for the test?" 
Ye Niannian recalled himself getting beaten up by his parents and he nodded heavily and explained as someone with past experience, "Not only that but also a beating from the socialists."
Ye Sang, who just gotten her butt hit a day ago: "..." 
 *
Ms. Liu frowned lightly and saw the bunch of kids sitting together. She slapped the table and warned: "Su Ruirui, Ye Niannian! What are you two doing?" 
"Go back to your own spots. I'll be handing out test papers as we are having a small test." 
She smiled gently. After all the children sat down, she cleared her throat.
"Here. The time limit is half an hour and all the questions are simple. You've all been here for a month now, you can work on these questions." 
Those children who didn't want to do the test rested on their desks bitterly without any energy. 
Not long after getting the test paper, the little thing already felt sleepy. 
Ms. Liu glanced at all the turnip heads and sat down on the teacher's desk, started to scroll through her phone out of boredom. 
... 
When the teacher wasn't paying attention, Su Ruirui and Ye Niannian exchanged glances with each other and started passing notes silently. 
During this time, Ye Sang watched the two passing cheats naturally like flowing water in confusion. 
The little thing swayed her head and saw the last question, as well as questions regarding comprehension of poems, her cat eyes lit up. 
She knows how to write poems! 
And comprehension too. 
No one knew what gave Ye Sang the confidence but even she thought that she had a gift in literature and language. 
The little thing lowered her head and started to work on the questions seriously. Shen Yan'an freed some time to look at the idiot and found she was doing math questions on the other side of the paper. 
The little girl was rather confident. She scribbled away but got most of them wrong. 
Shen Yan'an lips twitched and he couldn't bear to watch it anymore, "You got everything wrong." 
He pointed at the test lightly with his fingers, "Here, this equals eighteen, and that's seven." 
"This is multiply and division, not addition and subtraction." 
It was obvious that the little thing never learned how to multiply and divide. 
But Ye Sang refused to listen. 
The boy stared at her still young and innocent face, and with her confident scribbles, he asked after a moment of silence, "Sis, did Piaorou give you confidence when you did these questions?" 
#Use Piaorou, gain confidence#
When the two were staring at each other, Ye Niannian already finished his test and secretly passed it to Ye Sang, whispering, "Ye Sangsang, I'll let you borrow my test." 
Shen Yan'an glanced at him and glanced thinking that they must be true love. 
However, Su Ruirui's voice came from the other side too, "Borrow mine, I came first in class before!" 
Ye Niannian panicked, "What about being first? You only got two marks higher than me?" 
"Sangsang already said that she likes my test." 
Ye Sang, who was forced into liking it. "..." No, she didn't. 
Su Ruirui howled back, refusing to accept it, "You are farting, Ye Sangsang obviously likes mine more." 
"Look at the things you wrote." 
Ye Niannian was infuriated, "Get out of here. Look at your incoherent poems and compositions, what makes you the face to criticize me?" 
The boy stood up from his stool angrily. 
He pouted and finally read it out, "The light rain continued and continuously rained, pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter pitter patter patter..." 
"What? There's no end to your rain pitter pattering? Don't you know how to change up your vocabulary?" 
Su Ruirui blushed, "..." Damn it. 
Because the two children were too angry and didn't keep their voices down, the entire class heard their strange conversation. 
The teacher put her head on the desk and almost lost herself from laughing so hard. 
Su Ruirui breathed deeply and yelled back because he felt he just lost face, "And what about you? Your incoherent poem? A tree of pear blossoms pressing down a tree of blooming begonia, a spray of red apricot blossom has already reached over the wall?[1] Your literature teacher can't keep her coffin lid shut anymore!!" 
Ms. Liu: "..." 
"..." Ye Niannian felt humiliated. 
He made his final struggle, "Mine's called being artistic, you know your hammer." 
Su Ruirui fought back, "Mine's called reduplication, you know your ass." 
Great. 
The two stuck to their own version and started an argument because of a stupid test. 
The teacher forced down the urge of twitching her lips as she was dying from laughing at these two brats. 
"Ahem." Ms. Liu cleared her throat and gestured to them to be quiet, "You are in the middle of a test, you dare to pass your test around?" 
"Don't you know that counts as cheating?" 
Su Ruirui argued back, "It's not called cheating." 
Mr. Liu raised an eyebrow, "What is it then?"
Ye Niannian replied justly, "It's called referencing and borrowing!" 
Ms. Liu: "..." What a bunch of naughty brats. 
They were really close to making her laugh.
The woman took over the children's papers and raised an eyebrow while forcing her laughter back, "You want Sangsang to reference your tests with something like this?" 
Ms. Liu looked through it carefully and couldn't help but to laugh as she pointed at the test, "The last question is a poem composition and you can freely express what you want, but read it out for me in a loud voice, what did you two write?" 
The boys exchanged a glance with each other. 
They didn't know what to write the last composition question so they "unified their culture". 
The two unhappily pouted, "Miss, what's wrong with it?" 
Didn't she say they could express themselves freely? 
Of course they could write whatever they want. 
Other children might not even rhyme as well as them. 
Ms. Liu gave the test back to them and asked the children to read out their "shared" answer, "Okay my babies, read your answer out and enlighten the others." 
She didn't even hide the amusement and tease in her voice. 
"..." Su Ruirui and Ye Niannian exchanged a glance with each other and frowned slightly. Under the teacher's abuse of authority, they unwillingly dragged their voices on. 
The two echoed with each other without energy,
Ye Niannian swayed his head as he read: "An expert in the mortal world…...[2]" 
"... Defeated in the underworld." 
"Dead in the mortuary." 
Su Ruirui slowly continued, "... Brothers cool AF." 
They both read the last line aloud, "Ascend to heaven after death." 
[1] two separate idioms about cheating
[2] A children's chant which rhymes at the end


Ye Sang’s five daddies were all villains wicked beyond redemption who were doing bad things in the world. Eventually, they were all killed by the male lead! 
And so, she had to hug onto their thighs tightly to prevent them from courting disasters and instead rise to the peak of their lives. 
…… 
Number one, the biggest influence in the business industry: “The weather’s getting cold, it is time for the Duan family to be bankrupt.” 
Number two, the smartest villain: “Imma teach that Duan guy a lesson today.” 
Number three, a genius in the medical field: “I’ve reincarnated and I will make him pay.” 
Number four, the god of Esports, and number five, the god of acting: “Today, only one shall fall and one shall stand.” 
Their little ball silently hugged one of their thighs. Daddy, Sangsang hungry~ 
All the villains who were on their way to take revenge immediately thought, ... screw that, I’m busy spending time with my daughter! 
And then, the entire City A found out that these five vicious and merciless villains weren’t scared of anything but their daughter crying. 
Everyone who saw this thought, ...wait, why does this scene look so strange? 
Why are all these great villains busy raising their daughter? 
…… 
All these villains who could cover the sky with their hands never thought that the cute daughter they raised could be stolen by the Duan family’s little wolf!!! 
Duan Jinyan hugged the girl tightly in his arms, “Why are you running? Sangsang, call me brother and my everything will belong to you.” 


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