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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...

"Support Zhang Ye!"

"Standing in solidarity with Teacher Zhang!"

"Everyone band together! We must support Zhang Ye!"

"Right, strongly supporting Zhang Ye! Lift the ban on 'Zhang Ye's Talk Show'!"

"Return my Teacher Meimei! She cried while apologizing just now!"

"Supporting the return of Teacher Chen's children program! In the past, I couldn't understand Zhang Ye, now I understand what he stands for. I'm supporting Teacher Zhang Ye at the same time. Well done!"

"That's right!  Teacher Zhang, well done!"

"Zhang Ye is sacrificing himself to die with the SARFT!"

"Zhang Ye is a person of high morals! He demands justice, even if he dies!"

In the past, whenever Zhang Ye caused trouble, there were many of his industry peers who would comment on it. There would be both praises and curses. However, today, not a single person in the industry said a single word. It was as if everyone had agreed before hand to maintain silence. There was no other reason, other than the fact that this matter was extremely sensitive! No one dared to speak out when it was related to SARFT! If it was not done well, they could end up being banned!

However, a VIP account on Weibo, with a million fans, made a statement. He was not a member of the entertainment industry, but someone who specifically released breaking news or did consumer advocacy. His Weibo name was "A Mouth". He had exposed many fake merchandises and was known in the industry as one who dared to speak voice his opinion. He said, "In the past people called me 'A Big Mouth', saying that I dared to speak my mouth, but only I know that some words are not meant to be said by me. Today, while watching Shanghai SARFT's news press conference live broadcast, I want to say...Teacher Zhang Ye, you've won. You dare to speak your mouth more than me!"

"Who is Zhang Ye?"

"Ah, Zhang Ye is in trouble again?"

"What's going on? Brother Big Mouth actually admitted that he's inferior to someone? I must take a look!"

The online world was ever so buzzing with excitement. People were more spontaneous online, and they seldom had scruples about speaking their mind. If they liked it, they liked it. If they hated it, they hated it. The reputation of the SARFT wasn't good in the industry. They also suffered a bad reputation in the eyes of the common people. There had been countless times the SARFT banned celebrities that were well-liked. Hence, many commoners had emotions of conflict and resentment deep down!

"The Answer" ignited the emotions of everyone who read it!

"The Answer" pushed the Shanghai SARFT to the forefront!

However, Bei Dao's "The Answer" was a profound poem. Its meaning was not clear like the literal meaning of the words used. It was different from "My Confession" or "Prisoner's Song", which could be understood at a glance. Many people could understand it, but there were also many who could not understand the meaning behind it. They only found the scolding very liberating!

"What's the meaning of this poem?"

"Yes, looking for an expert's interpretation and analysis!"

Finally, someone from Zhang Ye's fan club stepped forward to analyze it. He posted on Zhang Ye's fan club's Tieba, "Many people are saying they can't understand Teacher Zhang's new poem. Let me explain it simply to everyone. I'm limited and my literary standard is far from Teacher Zhang Ye's, so I may not be able to completely interpret what Teacher Zhang wants to express. What I say can only be used as a reference for everyone. Let me first say that the line, 'debasement is the password of the base. Nobility the epitaph of the noble' is the core premise of the entire poem! It is also the most powerful line! Teacher Zhang Ye is mocking the Shanghai SARFT as lowlife scum who use underhanded tactics to make their lives better, and even to the point of promotion and riches. For gentlemen like Teacher Zhang Ye and others, they have to carry the noble banner to their grave. The good are not rewarded!"

"See how the gilded sky is covered, with the drifting twisted shadows of the dead? Those shadows are an analogy of those nobles! The Ice Age is over now. Why is there ice everywhere? The Cape of Good Hope has been discovered. Why do a thousand sails contest the Dead Sea? Were these two lines a question? No, I believe this is Teacher Zhang Ye's interrogation! He was interrogating the SARFT, as well as everyone. Then the next few lines push the poem to its climax! Even if a thousand challengers lie beneath your feet, count me as number one thousand and one? Zhang Ye was saying no! And he was saying no to the entire world!"

"I don't believe the sky is blue!"

"I don't believe in thunder's echoes!"

"I don't believe that dreams are false!"

"I don't believe that death has no revenge!"

"This was the charm of literature! This was the literary prowess of a top poet! Some people might not understand the profound meaning behind the poem, but I believe when people hear those few words of 'I don't believe', your hearts were be filled with heated blood! Filled with anger! The climax wraps up here too. If it were me, I would have definitely chosen to cut the poem off here, as I would have thought that it was already sufficient. However, Zhang Ye did not do so. He actually became peaceful next. This is the difference between a great poet and a normal literature hobbyist. After I listened to the following lines several times, which I felt were originally not needed, I was suddenly stunned. I then began to realize the ending stanzas were the crowning touch of the poem. If there's only the earlier portions, the poem would only be considered excellent, but with the final stanza, this poem has personally made me give it an additional 'great' label! Let all the brackish water pour into my heart? What sort of feelings are these!? The star-filled sky and an unobstructed sky are the watchful eyes of future generations? What sort of faith is this!?"

"I do not know what feelings Zhang Ye harbored while creating this poem at the moment, whether it be him carrying pangs of anger or him refusing to submit, I know, at least in my heart, this poem is Zhang Ye's best work! Zhang Ye is China's greatest poet! His ideals, rage, beliefs, resolve, and unyielding attitude are all so vividly reflected in his works! I cannot comment on whether there are shortcomings in what Zhang Ye does as a person, nor do I have the qualifications to judge if Zhang Ye is a good man or a bad egg, but I can evaluate his works! In the literature development in China, no one can deny Zhang Ye's outstanding contributions towards it!"

This person was done speaking.

This post had more than a thousand replies the next few moments!

"So that's how it is!"

"I finally understand it!"

"Teacher Zhang wrote it too well!"

"F**k!This SARFT bunch of grandsons! I want to be like Teacher Zhang! I don't believe that dreams are false! I don't believe that death has no revenge!

"The SARFT has really been cursed badly this time!"

"However, hai, Teacher Zhang might really be in big trouble now."

The moment this was said, many of Zhang Ye's fans became silent.

......

There were still brainless fans of the Koreans that carried on cursing Zhang Ye!

"You just needed to apologize and admit that you shouldn't have commented on our Lee Parkwoo. You even scolded the SARFT? You really don't know how the word death is written! Who @ us just now? Alright, I admit that I never expected this outcome. I never expected Zhang Ye to use such a method, but Zhang Ye is finished. He's really finished. This is the outcome. This is also something we would love to see. Hai, you can only blame Zhang Ye for being so foolish!"

"Zhang Ye is really dumb!"

"This is him sending himself to his death!"

"Hahaha, we have finally succeeded at getting revenge for our Lee Parkwoo!"

"The live broadcast is still carrying on. Let's hurry and see how the SARFT punishes Zhang Ye! He disrupted a press conference. It definitely won't be light! He can stop thinking about working in the entertainment industry in the future!"

......

At the press conference, everyone began discussing.

Many people were also concerned about the development in front of their television sets.

Everyone knew that under the situation of the live broadcast carrying on meant that the SARFT would definitely not sit idle!

Wang Xiong winked at Zhang Ye from off-stage, motioning for him to stop sitting there and to hurry up and get down!

However, Zhang Ye seemed to not see it. After he finished reciting the poem, he still sat there motionless, as if he was waiting for the SARFT officials to say something. It seemed like he still had words to say.

Li Tao fiercely said, "Microphone!"

A SARFT official quickly brought one to him.

Li Tao stared at Zhang Ye as he held the microphone saying, "Zhang Ye, from what you said just now, I understand it that you are disobeying instructions from higher authorities, while you persist  on acting wilfully and arbitrarily as you wish, bent on repeating your mistakes to the end? About the investigation of your program, it was carried out by several departments. It was investigated very thoroughly. The relevant violations and penalties have been made public. Anyone can look it up. You are not satisfied with the directives?"

Another Shanghai SARFT minor official looked towards Wang Xiong, "Wang Xiong, he’s your own man! Take care of him yourself!"

Li Tao began speaking again. At this point, he had already stood up and his face was fierce. It was as if he was gonna barrage and point out the many sins Zhang Ye had committed. He wanted to save the situation and not affect the SARFT's reputation. If he did not speak after being scolded by Zhang Ye, then what would happen to their authority as the SARFT!?

However, Zhang Ye did not give him a chance to speak. He too stood up and held the microphone and looked offstage with his eyes narrowed, "Today, I will make a speech, and it can also be "The Last Speech" of mine. We all know that, only a few days ago, the most despicable, the most shameless incident of history occurred in Shanghai. Many of our programs were halted for no reason at all. What crime have we committed to deserve such an ending in unconscionable hands!? I merely used a pen to write a few articles, used my mouth to speak out, and what I said and wrote was nothing more than what any Chinese citizen with a conscience would say!"

Foreigners can scold us?

Foreigners can obstruct us?

We just made fun of them casually with a sentence, with not a single expletive, yet we are blamed by our own people and repressed for it? And instead want to kill us? What the f**k reasoning is that!?

Everyone could read between the lines of what Zhang Ye said!

The reporters also nodded slightly. Many people began to pick up their pens to record it down, recording "The Last Speech" of Zhang Ye!

Zhang Ye stared at them, "We all have pens and mouths. If there is a reason for it, why not speak out!? Why must we be shut down and ban the programs we put our tears and blood into? Why is whatever you say the truth!? To not dare speak openly, but to hide in the shadows to do evil! Setting up tricks to harm us in devious ways! I do not know your intentions, or what your mental state is, or how your hearts grow! Do you think that banning programs and a few people would scare us off? I'm telling you, justice can never be massacred, because the truth will always exist!"

Wang Xiong was stunned as a surge of warm blood rose up!

A few hosts, who were in the same boat as Zhang Ye, stood up one by one. Everyone clenched their fists as their fists trembled!

Zhang Ye said loudly, Maybe today, I would fall, but bright days are coming for us. Look, the light is before us. Now is the darkest moment before dawn. We have the power to break through this darkness and attain the light! The coming of our light marks the final moment for you! Flip through the history books and take a look! You can take a look! Dark clouds will pass! The light will come!"

Too ruthless!

These words were precise in their ruthlessness!

Li Tao and the SARFT staff panicked!

"Quick stop the live broadcast!"

"Holy sh*t! Don't let him carry on!"

"Your sister! I've seen what an asshole is like!"

"Us shutting you down? It's more like you f**king shutting us down!"

"Who said we should carry on the live broadcast? What situation is there to f**king save now! Isn't this Zhang Ye still the only one speaking!?"

"Hurry and interrupt him!"

"We can't cut him off! He does a talk show! Who can beat him with words!"

Li Tao suddenly stood up and shouted, "Zhang Ye! Do you know what you are saying? You can step down! To smear your superior departments! Misleading the people in a live broadcast! I now announce! From today, your broadcasting host qualifications shall be revoked!" He looked towards Wang Xiong angrily and said, "Your company has to execute the directive!"

The SARFT staff on stage rushed over!

One of them wanted to grab Zhang Ye's microphone, while the other tried to pull Zhang Ye off stage!

But just as they ran a few meters, Zhang Ye was still speaking, "Today for me to stand here to lecture on stage, I already have nothing to fear. I already have a sacrificial spirit! This morning, the moment I stepped out the door, I didn't think of stepping back!*"

F**k!

That can't be necessary, right?

Do you think this is an execution ground!?

The people from the SARFT who came to stop him sped up their pace!

Li Tao also immediately gave the order to stop the live broadcast.

However, at the moment the signal was to be disconnected, Zhang Ye said a sentence that previously shocked and infected his world. It was also the core of "The Last Speech". Zhang Ye narrowed his eyes and bolstered his chest and neck, as he said coldly word by word to the SARFT staff, "Look and see! Open your eyes wide and see! With one Zhang Ye sacrificed! Thousands and thousands of Zhang Ye will stand up!

The moment this was said, the entire house was stunned!

Li Tao stumbled and nearly fainted!

The female host, who had cried, looked excited. She was no longer herself!

Many reporters clenched their fists as they felt the blood boiling in their hearts!

The other people from the SARFT nearly vomited blood! We cannot let him carry on! If this f**king goes on, it will become a further mess! Them as members of the Shanghai SARFT finally at this day and moment, learned of Zhang Ye's mouth! It was f**king ruthless!

With one Zhang Ye sacrificed!

Thousands and thousands of Zhang Ye will stand up?

Zhang Ye finished his speech and the live broadcast signal was cut off. However, there was not a single applause for the speech right there and then! After Zhang Ye, who was 'invited' down the stage by the SARFT officials, looked at the reporters' stunned expressions and the gazes of his peers, who had been repressed, he knew and could even hear a heated applause from deep within everyone's hearts!

This was a perfect speech!

This was the extremely famous "The Last Speech" from his world. After some cuts and embellishment by Zhang Ye, it had been used in this world today!

As a farewell to the entertainment industry, Zhang Ye no longer had any regrets!

He had already told the world what sort of person he, Zhang Ye, was as a person!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

After Min hyuk (boss) completes his discourse he invites Min young, he comes and
declares the name of the contender who will work in pair.
Group1: Jennine (F) from Thailand and do dong soon (M) from Korea.
Group2: Ani (F) from Indonesia and Arnel (M) from filipino.
Group3: Zhou Weiwei (F) from Taiwan and Soobin (M) from Veitnam.
Group4: Rashi (F) from India and fukami hiroto (M) from Japan.
now please, stand with your separate accomplices Come individually and take out one bit of paper. group one please come and take out one bit of paper… .. presently group 2… … group 3… … .. group 4 .
Hiroto instructed me to take out the paper and I took out and he asked me, "what is written in this paper". I answered with a blank face," it's a riddle poem".
Mik hyuk(Boss)- I consider all you have seen that there is a puzzle written in the paper simply comprehend the riddle and with the assistance of hints you can get your individual points and these themes will be your subject of your manga and remember" your todays accomplice will be your opponent tomorrow" . in this way,
don't have to get to attached with one another and one more thing this opposition will be broadcasted beginning with your first assignment. In the wake of finding topic you can go to your rooms and begin making your
cover page and description of the story. you will be given 2 day's an ideal opportunity to
complete your work, you should draw your cover page in A4 sheet with portrayal as it will be set in the halls without your names on it.
All member without our name… why?
Min hyuk (boss) I will offer you response of this inquiry after two days. for the present," simply
carry out your responsibility entire heartedly".
We as a whole were remaining with our accomplices seeing the bit of paper in our grasp.
Hiroto-hi! Rashi,  I figure we should begin our assignment and attempt to complete it rapidly. s,o we can get our subject of manga and we can continue with our cover page and depiction. I answered – yes," you are correct the soon we finish this task soon we can have the opportunity to begin our next work".
Lets see the riddle
"I'm strange contradiction, I'm new and I'm old,
I'm often in tatters and oft decked with gold.
Through blind I enlighten; though look, I am bound.
I'm always black and I'm always in white;
I'm grave and I'm gay, I'm heavy and light
In form too, i differ, I'm thick and I'm thin,
I've no flesh and no bones, yet I'm covered skin;
I've more points than the compass, more stops than flute;
I sing without mike, without speaking confute
I'm English, I'm german, I'm French, I'm dutch;
Some love me too fondly, some slight one too much;
I often die soon, though I sometimes lives ages."
I asked him -hey! Do you have any idea of this poem riddle,s answer..    "no, I don't "-he replied.

For readers
Can you guess the answer of this riddle poem.

an Indian girls comes to Korea to satisfy her fantasy about being the best manga artist in biggest X L manga organization, korea. she winds up with 8 opponents from 8 distinct asian nation what's more she met his fantasy icon for first time but accidentally got misunderstood by him. will she wind up getting two of her fantasy being a well known manga artist and being with her idol at same time. make sure to win something, you need to lose something

The host shouted, "Let's move on to the next contest! Calligraphy!"

"All participants please come up to the stage! Pick up the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone! Then get ready to write!!"

Feng Ao Xiu smiled. It has come to the third contest, at least one more win needed. But, he did not need to go to the last contest, the Second Young Master's calligraphy skill was amazing. Since he was small, other than cultivation, he practised calligraphy almost every day. In the Feng Clan, no one has neater writing than Feng Ao Xiu. The game was already in the bag. 

All the participants including Feng Ao Xiu sat down on the stage.

Kong Ling Jue stands up, "I'll be the one in charge of this contest. First, I'll give each one of you a different theme. Then, within ten breaths, you must write an original poem according to the given theme."

"The criteria to win are neat handwriting, compatibility with the theme, and a good poem."

Feng Ao Xiu smiles again, he laughed in his heart. 

[Hahaha... This will be an easy victory! Who can beat me in calligraphy? Nobody! This is a good day, I'll finally get my ha... Wait! Poem!?]

[This Second Young Master hardly knew any poem, and you want me to write one!?] 

[This is bad! This is really bad!]

As he was looking for a solution, he suddenly realized that he actually did not have to. There were three criteria. If he could ace out the neat handwriting. At least he would get one-third of the total scores. If he could think of a good poem, a score of 60 or 70 out of 100 would be possible. If he was lucky, he could even get a score of 80. 

[That's actually not that bad, I might even win!]

Then, Kong Ling Jue said, "The poem itself will take sixty per cent of the total score. The rest will take twenty per cent each!"

Feng Ao Xiu couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

[What the f*ck! Are you kidding me!? How could the poem take so many points!? Is this even a calligraphy contest!?]

The only thing left to do now was to practice. Feng Ao Xiu thought of the first poem that comes into his mind.

***

The Poem

The poem is here and there.
What poem will I hear?
I was forced to make one.
Who knows how it will end.
Because my poem is not bad.
I will not be sad.

***

Feng Ao Xiu gives himself a facepalm. It's useless! It's so ugly, that he wanted to vomit himself!

The crowd was anxiously waiting. Most of them were looking at the dark horse in this contest. What kind of legendary poem will Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan make?

Kong Ling Jue points at the nearest young participant, "Let's start with you! The theme is Tortoise."

The young man immediately writes his poem. He finishes right before the ten breaths.

***

Break the Tortoiseshell

Through the shell, it was blessed.
Without the light, it walks for a quest.
The strength and spirit live forever.
Leave the home and the courage gather.
The sunlight illuminates the path.
Treading without care for the aftermath.
Break the Tortoiseshell.
And believe it will be well.

***

Bu Liang said, "Nice one! I like the beginning part, but the last part is a bit lacking."

Mo Tie Yang, "Within ten breaths and you could make this kind of poem is already impressive."

The Emperor, "Yes, I agree! It is a good one. Your handwriting still needs a lot of practice though."

Princess Ming, "Qiao An likes tortoise! Big brother described it nicely!"

Kong Ling Jue nodded, "Good! However, there is a mistake, you should use the word 'cave' instead of 'home', and the word 'power' instead of 'strength', it describes the Tortoise best. This poem also lacks a bit of morality. If you write it for a long time, I'm sure it will be better!"

The young man cupped his hand, "Thank you, Master Kong Ling Jue!"

Feng Ao Xiu was confused. Is that poem really good? He doesn't understand anything good about that poem.

However, currently was not the time to analyze that poem. Feng Ao Xiu shook his head and continue with the practice. He shall use the same theme and see if it does any good.

***

The Old Tortoise

The Old Tortoise is 100 years old.
It lived a long life and the shell is cold.
Swim in the pond with aloof.
Spinning around like in its youth.
Old but still adorable and...

***

Feng Ao Xiu stopped before he even finished. There's no need to continue, just half of it was already not satisfying. He felt what he made was not a poem but a description of a turtle.

"Next!" Kong Ling Jue glanced at the next person, a vigorous old man, "The theme is Wine."

Although it's not for Feng Ao Xiu, he feels challenged. He believes he could create a nice poem.

***

Three Bottles of Wine

There are three bottles of wine.
All the tastes were fine.
I chug one down and go with the flow.
One down, two more to go!
I chug another one as if there's no tomorrow.
Two are down, one more to go!
I chug the last one but the head feels heavy.
I died and arrive in heaven...

***

Feng Ao Xiu gave up. No matter how hard he tried. In the end, it will always come up bad. He didn't understand how he created a story instead of a poem.

Meanwhile, the old man who was the participant finishes quickly, he only needed seven breaths before he stops.

***

Legendary Wine

The water flows into the river.
The cup holds a feather.
It shines in the moon, showing its fang.
Gentle like yin but strong like yang.
Accomplishment and glory.
The reigns and victory.
I shall pour it all into one.
To wait until this moment to run.
All gods and humans fancy.
Come and see!
All masters and servants envy.
Come and see!
I bring you a dine!
With this legendary wine!

***

The audience cheered! It is a beautiful poem! Who is that man!?

Kong Ling Jue, "As expected of Master Sun, I have nothing to say!"

Bu Liang, "I'm always impressed every time I saw Master Sun's masterpiece!"

The Emperor, "Master Sun is really good, your handwriting is also still full of energy!"

Princess Ming, "Qiao An likes this poem the most! It's the best!"

The audience went into frenzy mode. 

"What did they say? Master Sun! Master Sun Huang!?"

"I can't believe it! Sun Huang the master of poem and calligraphy is here!"

"No wonder that poem is so good!"

Mo Tie Yang jokes, "Master Sun, haven't you retired already? Are you here to bully these people?"

Sun Huang laughs loudly, "Hahahaa... I'm sorry, but my wife and children are watching! I have to win this contest."

This is big news! Sun Huang enters a contest and shows his skill, it has been a long time since Sun Huang creates a poem. It looks like his skill hasn't worn off yet. The poem 'Legendary Wine' will surely beat all the other poem.

Feng Ao Xiu's mouth became wide open. What the hell!? Sun Huang! What is he doing here!? How am I going to beat him without any poem skills?

Sun Huang still laughs, "The rest do not need to mind me, just continue to do your best. May the best man win!"

How could the other participants not mind? They must face the legendary master! Of course, they will lose! They lose all hope in this competition. But, look at the bright side, at least Master Sun will point their mistake with his skill. It is a golden opportunity!

The contest continued, and just like they hoped for, Sun Huang gives a precise and concrete lesson to the third participant. The rest of the participants began to write the poem more vigorously. How could they not? Get a private lesson from the legendary Master Sun is a dream come true to all the young calligraphers.

Feng Ao Xiu cursed in his heart. 

[F*ck this! All of them became so enthusiastic! I can't withdraw from this contest now!] 

Withdrawing means dishonouring Master Sun. Feng Ao Xiu could not afford that! But, If he writes his own poem, he'll be the laughing stock of the entire country.

All have got their turn except for Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan.

Kong Ling Jue stares intensely at Feng Ao Xiu. What will he do now? 

"Next is our favourite, Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan. The theme is the Moon." 

[Wait! It's my turn now!? I'm not ready!]

Feng Ao Xiu holds the brush but his hands not moving. 

[Ahh... I can't get any ideas from inside my head. Moon... Moon... What moon!?]

Three breaths have passed.

[C' mon, think! Think! Not winning is fine! As long as the poem is not stupid!]

...

That's It!

Right after the fifth breaths, Feng Ao Xiu writes vigorously. He already has all the poem in his head.

Just right before the tenth breaths, Feng Ao Xiu puts down the brush! The poem was finished!

The crowd watching anxiously. After the two previous performance, they got a great expectation from Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan. It may not be as great as Master Sun, but at least it will be better than the rest.

***

The Moon Princess

Your smooth soft skin.
The only one in my scene.
Your bright little smile.
The one I won't lie.
The beauty of the moon can't compare.
The shines of the moon lacks colour.
In the night, I grew restless.
For the Moon Princess.
The river flows like the cloud.
The wind plays aloud.
I wish I could express.
For the Moon Princess.
I'll descend from high above.
You are my one true love.
Hold my hands.
I swear to the heavens!
For you, nothing is too soon.
Because you are my moon.

***

"..."

Everyone's mouth opened wide. 

Yes! As expected from Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan. The poem was really good, it could even rival Master Sun's 'Legendary Wine'.

But, that's not the point! The thing is, he just wrote a love poem! 

For Princess Ming!!

Who else is the Moon Princess but Princess Ming!?

The Princess blushed. Her face became so red. She never felt so embarrassed before.

In a world full of cultivators, Feng Ao Xiu is a genius that only appears once every 10,000 years. His talent is the target of envy and jealousy of all the people around the world. But because of his talent that he was betrayed and died at a young age of 15 years old.

When everyone thought that the Feng Clan just lost a future supreme expert, Feng Ao Xiu slowly rise from the dead and he returned to the Clan. 

However, no one knows that Feng Ao Xiu was not a cultivator. They think he was back stronger than ever.

In a world full of cultivators, Feng Ao Xiu was an ordinary man. Can he survive?

Join him in a story full of comedy misunderstanding!

Ning Qing was momentarily dumbfounded when she read the inelegant poem. She then read through the poem again repeatedly.
She paid the most attention to the last line. The words were very faint at first, but the color of the words grew deeper as time passed.
"Mistress, I'll go and send him away. Do you have any words that you want to relay?" Ning Que asked.
Ning Qing had never been friendly to people of noble status. However, she always looked sweet and friendly toward the commoners.
She would always give her comments whenever a student handed her their poem, no matter how badly it had been written.
"Mistress?" Ning Que reminded her once again.
Ning Qing said, "Go and get him to come in."
Ning Que could not help but be alarmed. Why… Why would she want to do that?
Ning Que had never met anyone in the past, no matter how influential they were. She even declined to meet the person who sent over Mister Taia's treasured calligraphy just now.
Now she wanted to meet a beggar?
Could that beggar have written a poem that would shock the world?
Should she do this even if that was the case?
This was a unique time. The mistress should not be receiving the beggar no matter how good the poem he wrote was.
She had to avoid doing things that would arouse suspicion.
"Mistress, are you sure?" Ning Que asked.
"I'm sure. Let him come in," Ning Qing replied.
"Alright!" Ning Que said.
***
At that moment, at the peak of a mountain not far away, a group of people was waiting for a result.
They were waiting for the beggar, Yun AoTian, to be immediately thrown out from the castle.
An aide from the Valley of Torn Gust said, "All of you, get ready. Do not let the beggar, Yun AoTian, return to the peak of the mountain when he gets thrown out. Do not let him meet the lord again. Execute him immediately. A person like this will definitely become a disaster for the Valley of Torn Gust. For the foundation of our lord, we have to kill this lunatic for the Jing Clan."
"But what about the situation on the side of the lord?" a warrior asked uneasily.
The aide replied, "Whatever we are doing now is for the ambition of our lord. The lord would never forgive Yun AoTian if he were to fail now and incite the wrath of Lady Ning Qing. It would instead sully the virtuous name of our master if we weren't the ones to kill him."
The warrior was shocked momentarily. Their lord was as beautiful as a fairy, but he did not have a virtuous reputation. He was notorious for killing others.
"Do you understand?" the aide said.
"Yes!" The warrior said, "As long as Yun AoTian fails to ascend the mountain, we'll immediately kill that wicked man for the lord."
The aide said, "Send someone to have a look. Has he been kicked out? Did he infuriate an investigation team? Do not let him escape. He might not rush back here."
"Yes!" The warrior descended the mountain to observe the situation.
He sprinted back a moment later and said in shock, "Mister, mister, our brothers who were monitoring the situation under the mountain saw this. The beggar, Yun AoTian, has entered the castle. Lady Ning Qing has received him."
"Impossible…" the aide said in a raspy voice.
"Impossible!" The Blue Immortal and Chu Zhaoran involuntarily exchanged shocked gazes.
How was that possible?
Ning Qing had refused everyone else. She would not open her door even for the treasured calligraphy of Mister Taia.
Yet Yun Zhonghe was received even though he had entered the castle with nothing in hand?
Why, why had this happened?
What exactly happened? Had the sun risen in the west?
***
A moment later!
Yun Zhonghe appeared in the study of the widow, Ning Qing. He did not see Ning Qing, the woman who held the most authority and was hailed as the Legendary Talented Lady, through the screen.
However, he detected the unique stench of blood when he entered the room. He was now even more clear of her judgment.
"I pay my respects to Lady Ning." Yun Zhonghe bowed and paid his respects. He then said, "Lady Ning must be very curious as to why I know all of this. It is actually very simple—"
However, Yun Zhonghe had not finished his sentence when he was immediately stopped by Ning Qing. This woman was also very forceful.
"What's your name?" the widow, Ning Qing, asked.
Her voice was melodious. There was determination mixed in with the softness.
Yun Zhonghe replied in shock, "My name is Yun AoTian."
Ning Qing said, "What's your identity?"
Yun Zhonghe replied, "Valley of Torn Gust, an officer of the Embroidered Uniform Guards, third official registrar."
Ning Qing continued, "What's your background?"
Yun Zhonghe answered, "Beggar. I was born a hooligan."
Ning Qing asked, "Have you received an education?"
Yun Zhonghe replied, "I studied for a few months when I was five. I dropped out during my first year of kindergarten."
"Then how did you enter the third official registrar of the Embroidered Uniform Guards at the Valley of Torn Gust? Has Jing Zhongyue taken a liking to you?" Ning Qing asked.
Yun Zhonghe replied, "That's because I have a special talent. I achieve results every time."
"What talent?" Ning Qing asked.
"Coaxing and lying to girls, cheating them out of their fortunes and bodies. Guaranteed results," Yun Zhonghe answered.
Ning Que, who was by the side, swallowed when she heard those words. She wanted to vomit.
A ploy of seduction?
Jing Zhongyue had sent such an old, ugly beggar to seduce the mistress?
How long had it been since he last washed his hair? Even the fleas were about to jump out, weren't they?
How unique of a taste did she imagine the mistress to have?
However, Ning Qing was not angered. Instead, she said, "Do you know what happened to the handsome, talented man Jing Zhongyue sent the other time?"
Yun Zhonghe said, "I do. He became a eunuch."
Ning Qing said, "Then does she feel that I would not bear to take action if she sends an old beggar this time? Furthermore, you might not be that old. You speak so bluntly. Are you not afraid that I would turn you into a eunuch?"
Yun Zhonghe said, "My parents have told me since I was young that I should be honest and that I must not lie."
Ning Qing said, "What are your parents working as? Are they also beggars?"
Yun Zhonghe replied, "I lost my parents at a young age."
The joke was lame to the point that Ning Qing could not help but shrug.
"At this point, should I laugh a little to complement your joke?" Ning Qing asked.
Yun Zhonghe said, "It'd be best if you could."
Ning Qing opened her petite mouth and let out two very official-sounding laughs.
"Yun AoTian, do you know why I received you?" Ning Qing asked, "Other than the fact that you said that I have been poisoned by someone."
Yun Zhonghe said, "You must feel indignant."
"That's right, indignant. It might even be fury," Ning Qing said. "I've seen many students, as well as many people, who never received much of an education. Over the years, there have been at least a thousand people who have submitted their poems to me. Honestly, many people wrote poems that were worse than yours, but every one of them had presented their best works. Some of these poems were extremely bad, some coquettish, others incredibly hypocritical. However, at the very least, they made use of all of their talent. No matter how pretentious their poems were, I could see their respect and passion for poetry. However, I could not see any respect in your poem. You are mocking literature. You are taking the poetic verses lightly. That made me very angry."
"I can apologize. I was wrong. I was truly wrong." Yun Zhonghe apologized immediately.
"Your apology is the same as your attitude toward poems. Frivolous, without an ounce of respect," Ning Qing said. "I am even angrier now."
The mature yet beautiful lady in front of him was very interesting. She was still extremely calm, even when she said that she was very angry.
Her elegance and cultivation seemed to be etched into her soul and bones.
At that moment, Yun Zhonghe noticed that the lady's lips seemed to be growing increasingly purple. Then, a streak of blood flowed down from her nostril.
"Lady Ning Qing, you must receive treatment as soon as possible," Yun Zhonghe said. "What did you eat just now?"
"No, that's not important," Ning Qing said. "I only care about two things in my life. First, my image. Second, literature and poetry. Your guess was right. I am not willing to see anyone because I am in an inelegant state. That's why I am unwilling to see anyone."
Yun Zhonghe said, "Lady Ning Qing, your condition is extremely critical. You have to be treated immediately."
"No…" Ning Qing said, "I do not care whether I die or not. But you mocked poetry and took literature lightly. I am very dissatisfied with your disrespectful attitude. I am very angry. I am furious."
"Yun AoTian, I am angry. Attitude is very important," Ning Qing said. "I might be a talented lady, as well as an elegant lady, but more so, I am an extreme lady. So… You have to pay the price for your frivolity! Ning Que, prepare…"
The female warrior standing to the side, Ning Que, fiercely pulled out her sword when Ning Qing said those words.
"The handsome man sent by Jing Zhongyue previously flirted with me with flippant words. That, to me, was a great humiliation," Ning Qing said, "So I turned him into a eunuch. However, your frivolous attitude toward literature and poetry is an even greater humiliation. For that, I am going to neuter you and send you back to Jing Zhongyue."
The female warrior, Ning Que, immediately placed her blade under Yun Zhonghe's abdomen without saying a word.
There would be another eunuch by Jing Zhongyue's side if the blade were to move downward.
Yun Zhonghe felt his scalp turn numb.
He realized that the woman before him, Ning Qing, was frighteningly stubborn. She was also a little mentally unsound.
What was going on?
Were all of the top-notch beauties of this world a little mentally unstable?
Jing Zhongyue was like this. Ning Qing was like this. Even I, Yun Zhonghe, am like this.
Did a person become crazier the more attractive they were?
Ning Qing said, "Yun AoTian, I do not care how you are going to convince me, nor do I care about what you wish to obtain from me. I don't even care if you are trying to save my life. We will speak after you pass the hurdle before you. You have to compensate for the poetry that you mocked with your frivolous attitude. Do you know the only one who can truly mock poetry?"
Yun Zhonghe said, "The Poetry Genius!"
"That's right!" Ning Qing said, "Only a rare Poetry Genius can mock poetry as he would have possessed poetry. It is the same as how you can freely mock a woman when you are in a relationship with her, while mocking a woman you do not know will get you neutered."
Yun Zhonghe confirmed it. The widow in front of him was definitely insane.
Ning Qing continued, saying, "The inelegant poem you wrote just now was unfit to be read. It was flippant and disgusting to the extreme."
"Every month, a few days of intense abdominal pain.
Blood, an unending flow that dyed the dress red. You cannot meet anyone for half a month.
A head of hair, shedding every day, too embarrassed to see anyone.
Difficult troubles that you cannot voice, don't worry, the holy hand of gynecology is here to help."
Ning Qing finished reciting the vulgar sentences, not even fit to be called a poem.
"This poem has four lines. The words that start every line are 'every,''blood,''a,' and 'difficult'!"
"Use these words as your opener and make another poem that consists of four lines. You can use words that sound the same. However, you have to impress me completely. You have to surpass all of the poems that I have received in the past."
Yun Zhonghe froze at that moment.
The widow, Ning Qing, continued, saying, "That will prove that you are a one-in-a-million Poetry Genius. It will prove that you have the right to mock poetry and literature. That way, I will be able to forgive you, and we can continue. Otherwise, I am going to neuter you.
"You only have a limited amount of time. You have to complete your poem by the time I finish my countdown. Otherwise, you can peacefully become Jing Zhongyue's eunuch.
"Ten… Nine… Eight…"
Ning Qing started her countdown. She took an average of five seconds between every number.
Yun Zhonghe's scalp truly began to turn numb.
F… F… F*ck!
Ning Qing was truly a devil. Was she really insane?
"I already told you that I was an uneducated hooligan. I dropped out of school in the first year of kindergarten, and you expect me to compose a poem?" he thought.
"Aren't you leaving me with no choice?
"Furthermore, you expect me to start with the words 'every,''blood,''a,' and 'difficult.' Even though I could use similar-sounding words, the poem has to be one-in-a-million. Isn't this harder than reaching the sky?
"I don't even have a place to copy the poem from, do I?"
Also, blood was continuously flowing out of her beautiful nose.
Her breathing was getting more and more rapid, her lips more and more purple. Her condition was becoming more and more serious.
Ning Que's blade below Yun Zhonghe's abdomen was raring to go. It was ready to strike at any time. Ning Que was going to turn Yun Zhonghe into a eunuch before immediately turning to save her mistress.
"Seven, six, five, four…"
Ning Qing's countdown was about to end. Yun Zhonghe was about to become a eunuch.
Yun Zhonghe trembled. All of the hairs on his body stood up.
He closed his eyes and racked his brain.
"Three, two, one…"
The countdown was about to end.
Yun Zhonghe opened his eyes fiercely and said, "Got it. I got it."
He then recited a poem with the required word at the start of every sentence. The poem read:
"There are goodbyes as the blossoms move west. There is sorrow as the snow travels up north.
I will always be a man of the mountains. Unable to obtain a comforting hug from my descendants."[1]
(Adapted and modified from the famous work of a Tang Dynasty poet, Zhang Nanshi)*
***
[1] The words used at the start of the sentences of the second poem are similar sounding words to those of the first poem in Chinese.
*Author's note.


In the midst of an explosion of the X Psychiatric Hospital, Yun Zhonghe, the hospital director traveled back in time.  29 genius mental health patients' souls entered his brain, equipping him with 29 peculiar abilities. He joined the imperial intelligence agency and went undercover in the enemy state. Years have passed, if I don't resume my original identity, I would soon become the emperor of the enemy state!

Write the option that you consider the most appropriate in your answer sheets:

 (a) When darkness falls there is ___________________________. (i) complete silence everywhere (ii) a shroud covering all things (iii) the crying of the lapwing to be heard (iv) gloom and desolation (b) When does the lapwing come out? (i) at dawn (ii) at night (iii) just before dawn (iv) in the morning (c) Why does the poet open the window? (i) he can get some light (ii) he can hear the lapwing (iii) he can see the lapwing (iv) he can get some air. (d) What are the causes of the Lapwing's misery? (i) loneliness and gloom (ii) loss and pain (iii) darkness and loss (iv) darkness and pain (e) The lapwing's cry fills the poet with _____________________ . (i) longing (ii) anger (iii) unhappiness (iv) joy.

Q7. Read the poem given below and write the option that you consider the most appropriate : 1×6=6 

The island dreams under the dawn 

And great boughs drop tranquillity; 

The peahens dance on a smooth lawn, 

A parrot sways upon a tree, 

Raging at his own image in the enamelled sea. 

Here we will moor our lonely ship 

And wander ever with woven hands, 

Murmauring softly lip to lip, 

Along the grass, along the sands, 

Murmauring how far away are the unquiet lands: 

How we alone of mortals are 

Hid under quiet boughs apart, 

While our love grow and Indian star, 

A meteor of the burning heart, 

One with the tide that gleams, the wings that gleam and dart, 

The heavy boughs, the burnished dove 

That moans and sighs a hundred days: 

How when we die our shades will rove, 

When eve has hushed the feathered ways, 

With vapoury footsole by the water's drowsy blaze. 

A. 'boughs drop tranquillity means the wind... i) has started blowing ii) has stopped blowing iii) has disturbed islanders dreams iv) caused a sea storm B. The parrot is very excited to find its i) swaying joy ii) image formed in the mirror iii) reflection in the sea. iv) loneliness on the tree C. The narrator and his companion would i) leave their ship and rest on sands ii) fasten their ship and go for a walk iii) repair their ship and restart their journey iv) fasten their ship to the parrot's tree D. 'alone of mortal's means away from the company of ... i) animal kingdom ii) other sailors iii) human beings iv) parrots and peahens E. When the islanders die, the evening will become i) noisy and violent ii) silent and tranquil iii) snowy and frosty iv) damp and dull

 F. Find the word in the poem which means same as - 'wander without a settled destination'. i) sways ii) dart iii) rove iv) moans.

Q8. Read the poem given below and write the option that you consider the most appropriate : 1×6=6 

Bas Ben Adhem 

My fellow man I do not care for.

 I often ask me. What's he there for? 

The only answer I can find Is, 

Reproduction of his kind. 

If I'm supposed to swallow that, 

Winnetka is my habitat.

Isn't it time to carve Hic Jacet 

Above that Reproduction racket? 

To make the matter more succinct; 

Suppose my fellow man extinct. 

Why, who would not approve the plan

 Save possibly my fellow man? 

Yet with a politician's voice 

He names himself as Nature's choice. 

The finest of the human race 

Are bad in figure, worse in face.

 Yet just because they have two legs

 And come from storks instead of eggs 

They count the spacious firmament 

As something to be charged and sent. 

Though man created cross-town traffic, 

The Daily Mirror, News and Graphic, 

The pastoral fight and fighting pastor,

 And Queen Marie and Lady Astor, 

He hails himself with drum and fife 

And bullies lower forms of life.

 Not that I think much depends 

On how we treat our feathered friends, 

Or hold the wrinkled elephant 

A nobler creature than mu aunt. 

It's simply that I'm sure I can

 Get on without my fellow man. 

------Ogden Nash 

A. The narrator believes that the only purpose of his fellow man's existence is .... i) creating something new ii) producing food grains iii) reproducing individuals of his kind iv) cultivating good culture. B. The fellow man should be saved to preserve his entity / existence before he .... i) becomes outdated ii) becomes old and tired iii) becomes incapable of doing any work. iv) becomes extinct C. The narrator believes that human beings on this planet have given them a.. i) bad name ii) bad home iii) sad future iv) better future D. The man has designed and devised many things but he has been very harsh and unkind to .... i) neighbouring people ii) people across the seas iii) lower forms of life iv) aliens from other planet. E. 'Our feathered friends' refer to .... i) people with fur hats ii) friends who accompany us to 300 iii) Birds in general iv) Bird watches.

 F. Find the word in the poem which means ____ terse, concise. i) worse ii) spacious iii) succinct iv) wrinkled.

Q9. Read the poem given below and write the option that you consider the most appropriate : 1×6=6 MENDING WALL - Robert Frost 

Something there is that doesn't love a wall. 

That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,

 And spills the upper boulders in the sun, 

And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. 

The work of hunters is another thing: 

I have come after them and made repair 

Where they have left not one stone on a stone, 

But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, 

To please the yelping dogs. 

The gaps I mean, 

 No one has seen them made or heard them made,

 But at spring mending-time we find them there. 

I let my neighbour know beyond the hill 

And on a day we meet to walk the line 

And set the wall between us once again. 

We keep the wall between us as we go. 

To each the boulders that have fallen to each. 

And some are loaves and some so nearly balls 

We have to use a spell to make them balance: 

'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!' 

We wear our fingers rough with handling them. 

Oh, just another kind of out-door game, 

One on a side. It comes to little more: 

There where it is we do not need the wall: 

He is all pine and I am apple orchard. 

My apple trees will never get across 

And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. 

He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbours'. 

Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder 

If I could put a notion in his head: 

'Why do they make good neighbours? 

Isn't it Where there are cows? 

But here there are no cows. 

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know 

What I was walling in or walling out,

 And to whom I was like to give offense.

 Something there is that doesn't love a wall,. 

That wants it down.' I could say 

'.Elves' to him,

 But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather 

He said it for himself. 

I see him there 

Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top 

In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed. 

He moves in darkness as it seems to me 

Not of woods only and the shade of trees. 

He will not go behind his father's saying,

 And he likes having thought of it so well 

He says again. "Good fences make good neighbours." 

A. Something is there that makes i) cracks in a wall ii) wall writing on a wall iii) gaps in a wall iv) nests in a wall B. Hunters also bring down a wall so that they can help their i) friends who dislike wall ii) dogs which are hungry iii) neighbours who are unfriendly iv) cattle which need fodder C. The narrator and his neighbour undertake the mending task .... i) Whenever they get hired labourers ii) When there is a chance of quarrel iii) during spring season iv) during summer holidays. D. The narrator compares the mending exercise with ..... i) an outdoor game ii) a theatre show iii) an adventure iv) a friends get together E. The neighbour has been compared with a ... i) beggar ii) savage iii) soldier iv) fighter. 

F. 'darkness' refers to... i) complete absense of light ii) cloudy weather iii) ignorance and lack of knowledge iv) dense shade of trees and plants.

Q10. Read the poem given below and write the option that you consider the most appropriate : 1×6=6

 I wandered lonely as a cloud

 That floats on high o'er vales and hills, 

When all at once I saw a crowd, 

A host, of golden daffodils;

Since high school, Jin, a billionaire CEO, has neglected all the other women in his life in order to pursue Eunji, his dream girl. In his dreams, she wove an exciting future for them. But he was afraid to confess to her how he felt. 

Even though she had no feelings for him, Eunji, a cheerful young lady, agreed to date him. But he was too reserved for her. "He isn't my kind of guy" She gave up hope of ever seeing him again. 

Jin had plenty of time to catch her, but he let her slip through his grasp. In the end, he was left with nothing. 

Is this going to be the last chapter? Or is this the culmination of a fresh start that is about to begin?

If he is shy, then why the Novel named 'Domineering Husband'? Find out reading the novel.


MINE BOOK SERIES
★ My Playboy Is a Prince
★ My Domineering Husband
★ My Wicked Male Lead
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"Are you nuts? Ha ha ha ha ha!"
"Is that you, fatty wallah?"
"666!"
"Didn't know Meng fatty had such a nice tone!"
"An art streamer is singing for you then follows up with an imitation show. Do you respect him yet?!"
"Another!"
Meng Fan's voice was pretty clear. In the stream, it came as a surprise to most of his viewers. Since it was a dumbass statement, several netizens began to laugh out loud at their screens. Once the live comments thickened, the gifts naturally followed.
"Can't you guys just quietly watch me draw?"
Meng Fan smiled and paused his music. He picked up his pen and continued to draw. However, his lips did not stop as he continued to banter. "Doesn't everyone have a dream? I have one too. Drawing is one, and the other is voice dubbing. I always wanted to become a seiyuu, so I've been practicing. Today, I applied for a few dubbing positions, but nobody's responded yet. It's probably done for."
He chatted with them as if he were talking to a group of friends. He did not stop the artwork at hand. He spoke plenty of interesting events and people he encountered while studying vocal dubbing, but of course, he did not mention any names.
Most of the fickle netizens in the stream were manga enthusiasts, so they were interested in this category of work as well. After bringing it up, all the viewers who had chided for Meng Fan to continue singing went quiet.
Aside from the appealing content, Meng Fan's vocal range and rhythm were something they were willing to continue listening to as if they were hearing a story.
The scene was quite harmonious.
Meng Fan kept talking although he could feel the atmosphere through the screen, and he could see new netizens tuning into his broadcast as well.
There were several live comments, but it was like a calm kind that couldn't make a ruckus.
Meng Fan didn't expect this; he could really just chat with his viewers, and it would count as stream content.
And it worked too.
When beauty guru streamers gossiped, they always drew a large audience.
Of course, there were also some manly folks who did stand-up.
Only Meng Fan was a bit different. He didn't gossip nor performed a stand-up. He just talked.
Meng Fan was comfortable with this method.
In the blink of an eye, it was 11 o'clock already. Meng Fan continued to draw, but he stopped streaming; it was not good to stream the entirety of the content he was drawing.
"Last one before I log off. You guys sleep early too."
As he was drawing the last piece, he suddenly remembered a piece of information from the original novel. A playful thought appeared in his mind. "I don't know how many fans of the original "There's A Spirit Underground" novel there are here, but I feel like Mr.Sleepy wrote this part very eloquently. Let me read it for you guys."
Then Meng Fan's nasally voice sounded from the stream. "...Ah Ruo kept feeling a stickiness on her hands, and as she twisted open the faucet, she felt the ice water flow. She retracted her hands and awaited the hot water to flow through. Steam emerged from the faucet, but the water was red—scarlet red—and came with a wretched stench. A bug. A purple bug crawled out of the faucet. It had a face, and it was grinning. Ah Ruo's soul left her body as she stepped back in shock; she then bumped into a person. A person? How could there be a person in her house!? She turned around and saw a girl holding a cat, smiling at her. "Let's learn to meow together, meow meow meow..."
"Holy f*ck!"
"Are you crazy!"
"I'm unsubscribing!"
"I was already in the mood, wtf!"
"I was ready to be scared but not like this!"
"Meng Boss, you're going to break a limb like this!"
"I have a weak heart!"
"..."
After pressing down his voice, it was indeed possible for him to create a horror-like atmosphere. And based on what actually happened to the girl in the book, it was quite terrifying as well. When Meng Fan had read the excerpt, he felt goosebumps taking over his entire body.
Meng Fan knew the appeal of his voice and read the original manuscript. The viewers in his stream must have been scared, and he didn't have the heart to keep going since he wanted to end it on a more optimistic note, so he decided to be cheeky for a moment.
"Hahaha." Meng Fan awkwardly uttered a polite laugh and shyly said, "Uhm, it was just a joke. How about I read you guys a love poem to fall asleep to?"
"Are you crazy? Who asked you to do that!?"
"This is too gay. I'm reporting you!"
"Run!"
"S.e.x.y. Host is flirting with people online!"
"I don't believe anything else you say!"
"I'm not listening. I'm not!"
"Sleep my as*! Meng, if you want to sleep with me just say it!"
"I'm leaving. It's getting more and more cheesy in here!"
"If you don't want to listen, then leave. We still want to hear it!"
"What are you guys doing? There are girls in this stream too! We girls want to be flirted by Meng host!"
"Hurry hurry hurry! Nobody has ever read me a love poem in my life!"
The live comments had several people who rejected the idea, but the number of online viewers did not decrease.
Meng Fan no longer cared about being rejected or not. Immediately, he got in a passionate mood and began to recite,
"Oh how I hope, there is a doorway
the sun shines on the grass
We are standing
Holding onto our own door
The door was low, but the sun was bright
The grass is knotting its seeds
The wind is shaking its leaves
We are standing, but not speaking
It was perfect
There was a door, but they won't open
It's ours, and it's beautiful
...The grass behind the wall no longer grew
It only touched the sun with its fingertips."
Meng Fan finished reciting the poem "Front door" then leaned towards the camera, continuing his passionate verse. "There's a last verse. I love you, and a poem is not enough to portray my feelings. So if you can, let me live in your heart. Three meals a day, four seasons a year."
He reached out and covered the camera, and the screen went dark. He logged off.
"Holy sh*t, does it need to be this cheesy?"
"Oh, my goodness my ears!"
"What will happen now? I've been struck by him!"
"Is this the f*cking Meng fatty I know?"
"My whole body is having goosebumps!"
"Is this a drawing stream or a flirting stream? You have so many tricks up your sleeves!"
"I'm going to cut the last line from the poem and listen to it while I sleep. Do any other sisters want a copy? I'll send it to the group!"
"...Can a brother request a copy?"
When Meng Fan logged off, the comments in the live chat continued. Soon, the fickle friends were in a heated debate.
"This is interesting!"
Meng Fan took a sip of water. He had never said anything this cheesy before. Wait, he had said a few awkward slurs and cringey pickup lines during the Good Person task. That was really a wonderful experience.
Maybe his voice appeal also touched other people.
Meng Fan felt that his current vocal ability was enough to reach people's hearts.
He wanted to use this opportunity to find a dubbing job, but it seemed a bit difficult. However, this didn't mean his voice appeal was completely useless after obtaining it.
If he could pick up girls on stream, he should be able to do it in real life too... right?
Meng Fan took a look at the peak count of viewers online once again. The data surprised him.


To reward Meng Fan for his bravery before his heroic death, the cosmos rewarded him with a 'system', sending him back in time to three months ago, alive.

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