This is my first book here in Webnovel. This book is a Story Poem, it's all about how you interpret the meaning, depends on what your perspective is when you read the book so, I guess it kinda accommodates every reader. It's the magic of reading really, your own imagination is your limit. I'm game for tips about writing and improving. I hope you all like my book, it isn't much as of yet and I'm kind of a beginner, so yeah, hope you guys appreciate it and I wrote this book well, because I wanted to try it and I love writing as much as I love reading.

~Rose Black

The endless void of the mind, displayed on print for thou to comprehend it's meaning. Read each poem and feel what I felt as I wrote it.

How could Hong Dali miss something like that? His eyes lit up like a light bulb. "New setup! Okay! I will be there tomorrow!"
"Oh, I will go back first…" As she spoke, Lin Chuyin turned around and left without looking at anyone else.
The classmates shouted, "Big Bro Dali is mighty and powerful! That's the Blood Consort! Blood Consort! She actually invited Big Bro Dali on her own accord!"
Tang Muxin put her finger on her lips and asked curiously, "Sister Chuyin is a little weird today. She has never taken the initiative to invite anyone to her laboratory. Dali, you… Dali?"
It was no wonder Tang Muxin was shocked. One could see the stars of happiness in Hong Dali's eyes. He was drooling. "Haha… new setup… Hahahaha… It must be pretty amazing… Hahaha…"
Tang Muxin pinched Hong Dali's ears. "Hong Dali! Do you have to be so happy!"
Hong Dali shook his head hard. "Happy! Of course, I'm happy! Why would I not be happy? I have to be happy. Who else would be happy if not me?!"
"Who cares about you!" Tang Muxin turned her head away angrily but suddenly exclaimed. "Dali, Liu Mingxin is walking over. And there's someone with him whom we have never seen before."
Hong Dali looked over. "Eh? Old Liu is here too?" He chuckled as he welcomed them. "Old Liu, you are actually here? Haha. Who is this big brother? He must be someone to be able to walk alongside you!"
Liu Mingxin was graceful as usual and smiled kindly as he spoke, "Hehe, happy coming of age ceremony. Congratulations on becoming eighteen. Speaking of which, your speech was really…" Liu Mingxin didn't know how to continue to praise Hong Dali. He held his breath for two seconds, then and finally said, "It was really special."
Hong Dali was embarrassed. "Haha, that, that is…" He then looked toward Liang Yifeng, who was standing beside. "This big brother… you look so handsome and chic. Why don't you introduce yourself, hehe."
To call him "handsome and chic" on their first meeting, Liang Yifeng was slightly self-satisfied. He quickly introduced himself, "Hello, hello. I'm Liang Yifeng. I came uninvited today. Haha. I like reciting poetry and am okay with singing too. Of course, it would be better with beautiful ladies. Haha, hahaha."
Okay at singing and with beautiful ladies, but reciting poetry was the main point?
Hong Dali was surprised as he asked, "You… you like to recite poetry? That's pretty rare. What kind of poetry do you like to recite?" This Liang Yifeng looked like he came from southern Guangdong. There was a slight Cantonese slang when he spoke.
It seemed like Liang Yifeng really enjoyed reciting poetry. "Shall I recite a section for you? Yes yes, the poetry that I'm reciting is 'Overnight at Master's Mountain Lodge When Ding Failed to Arrive.' Listen carefully!"
Hong Dali understood there and then what it meant by as easy as crushing weeds and smashing rotten wood, simply unstoppable.
Liang Yifeng's recitation was cadenced and rich in feelings, and his voice had its ups and downs. Sometimes, he cast flirtatious looks; sometimes, he stretched his neck and looked around. Sometimes, he even set his eyes far away as though he was admiring the scenery. 
That sorrowful expression, superb acting, expression, and actions complemented each other. Raising his head and pursing his lips at times, the surrounding audience had only praises for him!
In actual fact, his recital was just his hobby. But he had forgotten one thing—he was surrounded by the nouveau riche. With their phones and internet speed…
Just as he finished the recital, those unreliable nouveau riche classmates around Hong Dali had shared it on the internet. His distressed expression, and the different tones of his voice, it was simply amazing. It would be effortless for him to join All-Stars. Hong Dali was already rolling on the floor laughing and managed just one sentence. "Your recital is so stupendous. Does your family know?" 
Liang Yifeng looked contented when he finished reciting. "That's a must. I have practiced this for years!" The feeling he got from people looking at him was as though he had just rolled on the bed with a girl he liked[1]. "I have special recitation skills. For example, in the early part of the poem, I pretended to look around the scenery, with the corresponding action. In the last sentence of the poem 'Playing lute under a wayside vine,' because this poem depicts the author waiting for a friend, so I needed to continue to look around. Aye, it's a pity that in this time and era, people are too impetuous and exaggerated. Everyone is defeated by money, attracted by women. Fewer and fewer people are in contact with poetry, which has deep meaning and connotation. It's the great misfortune of the people of the Heavenly State. The great misfortune!!"
Hong Dali agreed fully and nodded as he said, "In the world of literature, you are indeed very expressive and creative, Old Liang. I think that with your skill, a show with you in it is sure to be popular!"
Liang Yifeng was shocked. "A show? A TV show? To think I will be suitable for TV shows?"
Hong Dali smacked his thigh and said, "Of course! I even thought of the name of the show! It will be 'Old Liang Recites Poetry'! We'll get a table, place a cup of tea on it, you can hold a fan and recite poetry for the TV viewers. Then you can explain the meaning behind the poetry, and the goodness of it. All others aside, Old Liang, just with your looks and appearance, your sorrowful expression, you living in poetry… I'm sure that will attract more people to enjoy the charm of ancient poetry recitation. You will definitely be popular!"
Hong Dali continued with his glib tongue, "Think about it, the young people are not in much contact with ancient poetry. They cannot understand the feelings and meaning of it. You can encourage them to come in contact with it. This is a good deed that will benefit them for generations to come. Not anyone could do that!"
Tang Muxin was almost rolling on the ground laughing when Hong Dali finished speaking. This Hong Dali was really mischievous.
Liu Mingxin burst out in laughter as well. "Haha, I think that works! Old Liang, you've traveled the world and have come in contact with everything. Not just 'Old Liang Recites Poetry,' I think you can produce a show called 'Old Liang and the World.' Just with your knowledge and exposure, you are sure to be popular!"
Hong Dali decisively concluded for Liang Yifeng. "Yes, yes, yes! Old Liang, allow me to say something. Think about it, students these days sit in their classrooms all day. What can they learn? Nothing, right? If you go on TV, parents are sure to allow their kids to watch you. At that time, the viewership ratings will definitely go up. Old Liang, you will be popular! I can pull some strings with Tianjing Satellite TV and introduce you to some people. How is that?"
While Hong Dali and Liu Mingxin chimed each other's thoughts, Liang Yifeng was a little light-headed. He had enjoyed poetry from a young age and had depended on it to chase after girls. If he were to go on a TV show and became popular, wouldn't he have the chance to meet some stars? With his family background, it would be a piece of cake to be surrounded with the ladies!
He instantly smacked his thigh. "Deal. I'll do it!"
With his mind made up, Liang Yifeng turned around to leave. "I have to go back and do some preparations. Poetry is our country's treasure. I can't mess it up. Aye, as a new-age man with ideals and aspirations, I have to do my best…"
After he walked a few meters away, he smacked his head. "Damn, I was distracted. I was intending to challenge him properly. Who knew I got distracted before I even initiated anything? This can't do, I need to go back. All things aside, I want to see who has better luck with women!"
There was a priority in everything. He must not forget his purpose for coming.
As he was turning around, Liu Mingxin stopped him and pointed toward Hong Dali. "Don't bother competing. Take a look first."
Liang Yifeng turned his head to look. "Look at what— What?!"
It was such a coincidence. Just as Hong Dali was done settling everything on hand, Li Nianwei came to see him. She smiled as she waved to him from far. "Young Master, I finally have some free time. Your speech was really funny."
Seeing Li Nianwei approaching him, Hong Dali need not to worry about his pillow. "Sister Nianwei! I'm tired! Quick, come here!"
In an amazing stroke of luck, he tripped over one of the waiters in his hurry. Liang Yifeng stood afar dumbfounded as he saw Hong Dali stagger. Li Nianwei got anxious and stepped forward to hold Hong Dali. Puu. As Hong Dali's landed on Li Nianwei's pushed up bosom…
Watching the scene in front of him, Liang Yifeng's eyes almost popped out. His jaw dropped, forming an 'O' shape. "Oh man, how is that possible?!" He felt cold air rush from the soles of his feet to the tip of his head.
That was blatant cheating!
Liu Mingxin shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "See it now? You're courting death if you're trying to compete with Dali. I've known him for quite a while now. I try to avoid any direct confrontation with him and will be glad if he doesn't look for me." 
Liang Yifeng had not come to his senses. He mumbled, "I… I saw it… Okay… I'll heed your advice this time…"
As they spoke, a young man's voice came from behind. "Hey, isn't this Liu Mingxin and Liang Yifeng? You two actually came?"
Liu Mingxin turned his head to see a man dressed in clothes which brands he could not identify. But they must cost a lot. He was smiling and had a red birthmark in the middle of his forehead. Looking like Erlang Shen with his third seeing eye, he smiled as he said, "I was wondering who it was. It turns out to be brother Mu Zixiao. Hehe. I heard you came to the capital city. Why didn't you look for me?"
Mu Zixiao laughed. "Haha, that can be easily arranged. East's Mingxin, West's Zixiao, South's Yifeng, North's Dali, it seems everyone is here today. That's really rare. Old Liang, why are you here? I thought you would be in bed with some female star."
Liang Yifeng laughed and said, "I came to take a look as I was curious. I didn't think it would be a rewarding day, haha. Oh yes, Zixiao, shouldn't you be training in Modo? What made you come all the way here? Don't tell me, is it because of Hong Dali?"
[1] making love


"I have to squander; otherwise, won't it be a waste of my parent's talent at earning money?" Hong Dali answers a reporter's question matter-of-factly. 

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System's interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, "I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I'll have to work harder!"

"I want to splurge! I want to squander!"


Silence!

Not a single person spoke!

Zhang Ye was not at all surprised to see them speechless.

Li Honglian was already at a loss of words, "You...That poem..."

Zhao Guozhou could not understand Russian, "Old Li, translate it. How's the poem?"

Li Honglian cleared her throat with a cough, "That, I...I, too, did not understand it too well. *cough* I only understood a small portion."

Ah? Even you, as a person who studied Russian, did not understand it? A few of the interviewers nearly fell off their chairs!

"Prose poems are like that. Russian is also a bit harder to understand. Besides, Little Zhang said it pretty fast..." Li Honglian came up with an excuse.

Zhang Ye immediately said, "Then I'll translate it into Chinese and recite it once again."

Even after seeing Director Li being taken aback, a young interviewer was still unwilling to give up. He wanted to gain back some reputation for his Leader. As Chinese phrases were rich and contained all sorts of variations, it was different from Russian. Chinese was the only way to test a person's ability. I can't understand Russian? Then I can definitely make a fuss about the Chinese translation! I won’t let it rest if you misuse a single word! I will fail you! This person still remembered the secret intentions behind his Leader's words. So what if you know Russian? The poem needs to be good, too! You think that you can foolishly pass the test by saying some random Russian phrases? How can it be that easy!?

Everyone had different thoughts as they focused fully on the Chinese version of Zhang Ye's recitation!

Zhang Ye could read some of their minds just by looking at their eyes. He knew that they still thought lowly of him. With a sneer, his emotions were perfectly aligned with his recitation. "Up above the sea's grey flatland, wind is gathering the clouds. In between the sea and clouds proudly soars the Petrel, reminiscent of black lightning. Glancing a wave with his wingtip, like an arrow dashing skyward, he cries out and the clouds hear his joy in the bird's cry of courage. In this cry–thirst for the tempest! Wrathful power, flame of passion, certainty of being victorious the clouds hear in that bird's cry. Seagulls groan before the tempest, – groan, and race above the sea, and on its bottom they are ready to hide their fear of the storm..."

It was still calm in the beginning!

However as the poem reached its climax, Zhang Ye's tone became more pressing. His volume increased, "The wind howls . . . the thunder rolls . . . Like a blue flame, flocks of clouds blaze  above the sea's abyss. The sea catches bolts of lightning drowning them beneath its waves. Just like serpents made of fire, they weave in the water, fading, the reflections of this lightning–Tempest! Soon will strike the tempest! That is the courageous Petrel proudly soaring in the lightning over the sea's roar of fury; cries of victory the prophet..."

Why do difficulties always befall me?

Why is the world always this unfair?

But! So what if that was the case! So what if my body was shattered! This is the road I chose! I will not retreat! I have no fear!

Zhang Ye took a final breath and said loudly, "–Let the tempest come strike harder!"

The final stanza of the poem was engraved in the hearts of many in Zhang Ye's previous world. It boiled one's blood and, now throwing it into this world, it similarly injected itself into one's blood!

Zhao Guozhou turned dumbfounded hearing this!

Li Honglian also felt goosebumps!

The young interviewer who was thinking of finding fault with Zhang Ye's poem was now speechless. He did not even dare to breathe!

Silence!

Seeing everyone stunned by his poem, Zhang Ye felt discharged of his anger. His emotions escaped from the poem, allowing him to recover his calm. This society judged people by their looks and, over time, he had grown accustomed to it. As such, he did not have any scruples as long as he was selected, "Teachers, I have finished answering the second interview question!"

"Ah...Okay." Li Honglian's soul finally returned to her body. Previously, her thoughts had flown into the tempest together with that Petrel.

Zhao Guozhou said with a hoarse voice, "What's the name of this poem?"

Zhang Ye answered, "This poem's name is 'The Song of the Stormy Petrel'. In Russian, it also has the meaning of a person predicting the storm."

"What a good Petrel!" Zhao Guozhou may not understand Russian, but he could understand the Chinese perfectly. "A flying Petrel, a proud Petrel, a fearless Petrel. That is describing you, right? The power of poems is sometimes very miraculous. Young lad, you have given all of us a lesson today!"

"I don't dare to take that compliment." Zhang Ye said.

Everyone looked at Zhang Ye in a different light. Previously, reciting a thousand words off-script had shocked them greatly. Now, a casual recitation of a Russian prose poem that was at the level of a grandmaster had completely conquered the hearts of all the people present! His performance had also slapped all the interviewers in the face! Li Honglian had given this question to prevent Zhang Ye from passing the interview. It was clear that she was leading him into a trap, but she never expected him to give a perfect answer. And the answer even included Zhang Ye's anger and his unwillingness to accept the situation. It made them, as interviewers, ashamed!

From which stone did this sort of amazing person jump out from?

Li Honglian said with an expression that was hard to read, "That will be all for today. Go back and wait for the news."

Was he accepted or not? Zhang Ye was not sure either. He only said, "Alright. Thank you, Teachers."

He walked away and closed the door. Zhao Guozhou, who was all picky with Zhang Ye previously, immediately slammed the table, "My Literature Channel’s broadcast department wants this person!"

Li Honglian disapproved, "Old Zhao, didn't you say you were eyeing that little Xu?”

Zhao Guozhou turned indignant, "Little Xu can be given to anyone, but this person definitely cannot!"

"Are you even being reasonable?" Li Honglian began vying for Zhang Ye, "I'm having first dibs on Zhang Ye!"

"I was the one who had first dibs! Your foreign channel is not well-matched with him. With his literary prowess, he should definitely come to our Literature Channel. Say no more, Old Li. It's settled. Whatever good seedlings we have later will all be given to you. I will not vie with you!" Zhao Guozhou said without relenting.

"I only want him, not anyone else!" Li Honglian said with a cold face.

Zhao Guozhou said, "Last year, I gave up a good seedling to your foreign channel. This year, I'm definitely not giving up. Stop fighting me over this. Later, I'll give you a treat and, at most, I'll owe you one!"

……

Afternoon.

Jiaomen East.

After returning from his interview, Zhang Ye did not go to his parents' place. He still returned to his rental apartment. The small apartment was about 30-40 square meters, but he still liked it here. After all, this was his first time leading an independent life after graduation. He could not rely on his parents over every tiny thing. He planned to return home only after he had accomplished something.

Lunch was sumptuous. It was fresh prawns and noodles. Of course, it was the Master Kong branded instant noodles.

Without money, Zhang Ye could only make ends meet by eating instant noodles. He did not find it tough while working hard towards his ideal goals and, instead, he found joy in it.

Suddenly, without any premonition, a person opened the door with the use of a key.

Rao Aimin, who was dressed in an autumn dress, entered the apartment, "How was the interview?"

Zhang Ye, who was topless, was at a loss about whether to laugh or to cry as he wore a vest. "Landlady auntie, can you please knock first? I have my privacy, too."

Rao Aimin sat down with her legs crossed and snapped, "What sort of privacy does a little kid like you have? You did not pass the broadcasting host interview, right? I've already told you umpteenth times. Just make an honest living by working behind the scenes. With your looks, who would hire you to be in the spotlight? That is, unless they were blind!"

It was quite a coincidence when the phone rang.

Zhang Ye picked it up and it was the voice of a youth. "Hello, are you Zhang Ye?"

"I am, who is this?" Zhang Ye had a hunch, but he still could not believe it.

The youth said, "I'm calling from Beijing Radio Station. You have been accepted and the higher-ups want to inform you to come to the literature channel the day after tomorrow to complete the necessary paperwork. Congratulations."

"Yes, Thank you! Thank you!" Putting down his cellphone, Zhang Ye slapped his thigh. Great! He got it!

The telephone call's volume wasn't soft, so Rao Aimin also heard it. She said surprisingly, "Aiyah. Hey? It can't be? You actually managed to get hired? Every dog has his day. Even a rotten egg can be lucky one day!" Her tongue was indeed very venomous as she said, "Even you can be a host? Hehe, people have said that there are endless possibilities in the future for humans, but I never believed in miracles. However, after seeing you today, I finally know what the miracle of life is!"

Miracle of life, your sister*!

Can you not be so disparaging?

Zhang Ye was in a good mood, so he did not retort. He immediately picked up the phone and phoned his parents. He informed them of the good news that he was no longer a jobless person. He was to become a broadcasting host!

Becoming famous and being a celebrity was what he had always dreamed of. Today, he had finally taken his life's first step. Although it was a tiny position and he did not have the looks or the height, but now, because of the game ring's help, his dreams might actually be fulfilled. He remembered the notice displayed in his dream while the game was being installed. This game was to aid him in fulfilling his dreams, to become the greatest superstar in the world. Now, the results were striking. The saving ability he had obtained from the lottery had helped him reverse the situation. The newbie incentive reward that changed the literary background of the world had also played a miraculous role. Today, he could use the imbalanced knowledge of literature to build his fame. By gaining Reputation, he could draw at the lottery, obtaining treasure items to help him fulfill his dreams of being a celebrity!

I'm thriving!

This bro is going to thrive!

Immediately, Zhang Ye felt that even the Earth could not stop him!

Becoming famous? House? 

Girlfriend? That was really a problem! 
Bungalow? Have you even seen the world!? Can you live in that kind of broken down place? Does it suit the status of a world-famous person? If one wanted to stay, one had to stay in a large mansion! Several tens of thousands of square feet in size! 

As for a girlfriend? It has to be at least a super beauty like Rao Aimin! A girlfriend? Finding a girlfriend with my qualities? Are you cursing me!? How can I not go out with three to five beauties at once? Wouldn't it be a loss of face? I need to find at least five! That is just the beginning number! 

Rolls Royce car? Can you not be so humorous!? Can you really not be so humorous!? If I don't sit in a bulletproof car when I go out, what happens if I get assassinated? Ah? What to do?

Anyways, he would move up to the peak of the entertainment world, step by step. People would remember him. The world would also remember his bright and mighty name, Zhang Jingkong!

Eh, that's not right. You got it wrong!

It's Zhang Ye!

*In this novel, you will see a lot of ‘your sister’, ‘your granny’, ‘your grandpa’, etc. “Your abc” was originally a euphemism for “your mother” or other variations, which is a pretty vulgar curse word in Chinese that’s usually translated as the F word. 

‘Your sister’ is a common phrase used online. It is a derogatory term; but when used against people, it has a humorous take to it. Most people use it without any malice. It is also usually used in conversations as a harmless retort (similar to ‘screw you’ when used in a joking fashion), and can also magically reduce awkwardness in a conversation. The other variations for different relatives also have similar connotations.


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!

"You are worried about this? I thought you saw how beautiful Chen Mengyan is and are not willing to give up this opportunity to perform with her." Xu Qianxing smiled and made a joke. He knew that his performance was too intense, and he was afraid of causing ​​You Zhengmin to have bad ideas. So he deliberately made a joke and became closer to You Zhengmin.
"Haha, how could that be? Chen Mengyan has a boyfriend. Her boyfriend is Yang Ming. He even beat the president of the Taekwondo Club. How can I have the courage to steal a woman from him?" You Zhengmin heard that Xu Qianxing didn't blame him and made a joke with him, so he quickly smiled. "I'm afraid of affecting the Student Union's image!"
Xu Qianxing didn't know why, but when he heard You Zhengmin say that Yang Ming was so powerful, Xu Qianxing's heart was very uncomfortable! In particular, when he said that he had no courage to steal a woman from Yang Ming, Xu Qianxing was even more displeased! I am going to pursue Lin Zhiyun. Does that mean I am stealing a woman from Yang Ming?
Xu Qianxing was not convinced. I am the president of the Student Union. Am I not better than Yang Ming? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but have a sullen face. "I will arrange the performance. You just do it according to my intentions."
You Zhengmin did not know what he said that offended Xu Qianxing. It was still alright before. You Zhengmin was somewhat inexplicable when Xu Qianxing's face became sullen at this moment.
Seeing that You Zhengmin did not speak, Xu Qianxing thought that he was unwilling, so he added, "If you don't want to, just forget about it. I will arrange for others to do it. The Student Union does not need disobedient cadres."
You Zhengmin really didn't know how he offended Xu Qianxing. When he saw Xu Qianxing become hostile and say these kinds of ruthless words, he was suddenly surprised. "President Xu, I have already said it before. I will do whatever you want me to do. I won't do one thing if you ask me to do another thing!"
You Zhengmin was anxious. What Xu Qianxing meant was that if he couldn't do it, Xu Qianxing would re-consider the candidate of the Student Union's Executive Vice President. It seems that I was about to get the position. How can it be gone just like that? You Zhengmin also couldn't care too much about it. For the time being, such vulgar words were said, and he almost knelt down to Xu Qianxing.
Seeing You Zhengmin now, Xu Qianxing was quite satisfied! He only intended to scare You Zhengmin a little. This matter really had to be agreed by You Zhengmin, so he couldn't make do with others! It was now You Zhengmin and Chen Mengyan performing a poetry recitation together. It wasn't someone else that was performing with Chen Mengyan!
"En, it's great that you have this attitude. It shows that you still care about the Student Union and this president." Xu Qianxing nodded. "You call Chen Mengyan now and tell her that you have something to do at the last minute… En, you fabricate a reason. Anyway, you can't participate in the performance later."
"No problem! President Xu, I will make the call." You Zhengmin thought, It's fine not to participate in the performance. At most, I'll be a little embarrassed, and it'll be a bit hard to talk to Chen Mengyan when I see her. However, with Xu Qianxing backing me up, then there should be no problem. People always have to make trade-offs. If I want to make progress, I can't care too much.
You Zhengmin's current attitude made Xu Qianxing very satisfied. Seeing You Zhengmin take out his cell phone, Xu Qianxing took a step back and thought about the next step.
"Hello? Is it Chen Mengyan? This is You Zhengmin." You Zhengmin called Chen Mengyan's cell phone.
...
"In a while, I have to go on stage. I am the vice president of the Department of Economics' Student Union. There are rigid rules, and student cadres must perform." Chen Mengyan looked at the sequence of the performances on the stage and spoke to Yang Ming and Lin Zhiyun.
"Isn't it just a poetry recitation? Sister Yan, it'll be fine if you perform with Yang Ming. Why do you have to perform with You Zhengmin?" Lin Zhiyun somewhat found it unfair for Chen Mengyan.
"Hehe, he is the president of our Department of Economics and Management's Student Union. He also definitely has to perform!" Chen Mengyan smiled and said, "We both discussed and simply came up with a poem recitation; we don't need to rehearse much."
Chen Mengyan said it like it was easy. In fact, she certainly wanted Yang Ming to accompany her on stage. It was a very happy thing to have someone whom she liked to perform on the same stage as her, but Chen Mengyan gave this opportunity to Lin Zhiyun. Although she felt a little wronged, she did not regret it. There was always someone who needed to make sacrifices; if it weren't herself, it would be Lin Zhiyun.
How could Chen Mengyan's thoughts be hidden from Yang Ming? Yang Ming sighed in his heart. Chen Mengyan, this child; she always hides her thoughts and not talk to me beforehand. If I knew this earlier, I would simply have directed a trio performance that we could perform together.
If worst comes to worst, it's no big deal to perform with Chen Mengyan! For those irrelevant people, Yang Ming would feel that it was a waste of time to perform on stage, but with his beloved girl next to him, Yang Ming did not feel that it was a waste of time.
"Zhiyun, why don't you pray that You Zhengmin will eat something bad at noon and have diarrhea? Later, if he can't go on stage, then I can accompany Mengyan." Yang Ming smiled and made a joke.
"How can you curse people like this?" Lin Zhiyun suddenly laughed after listening. Chen Mengyan also laughed. She thought, How is this possible?
Chen Mengyan was about to say something when she felt the phone in her pocket vibrate. She quickly took it out and saw that it was a call from You Zhengmin, so she quickly picked it up. "President You? Are you looking for me for something?"
"Little Chen, I'm really sorry. I might not be able to perform on stage later!" You Zhengmin tried hard to make his voice sound weak.
"President You, what's wrong with you?" Chen Mengyan heard that You Zhengmin sounded dispirited and was suddenly shocked. She asked quickly.
"Little Chen, I had lunch with a few buddies at a small restaurant near the school at noon. It seems that it was a bad meal. When we entered the auditorium, we started taking turns to use the toilet... Ai, nowadays, these small restaurants that use illegally recycled waste cooking oil really harm people..." You Zhengmin sounded like he was dying. "Well, I'll stop here. You have to call President Xu Qianxing quickly to arrange the performance. I will hang up first."
Chen Mengyan looked at the phone in her hand inexplicably and then looked at Yang Ming incredulously.
"What's wrong, Mengyan?" Yang Ming asked when he saw Chen Mengyan's weird look.
"You Zhengmin just called and said that he had eaten illegally recycled waste cooking oil at a small restaurant at noon and kept going to the toilet..." Chen Mengyan felt that this was simply unbelievable. Is Yang Ming the legendary prophet?
"Ah?" Even Lin Zhiyun's face was full of shock when she listened to Chen Mengyan. She looked at Yang Ming, "Is this a dream come true?"
"Damn, my mouth..." Yang Ming was also wide-eyed. What is going on?
Chen Mengyan bitterly smiled a bit, then said, "I have to quickly call Xu Qianxing, the president of the school's Student Union, and tell him about it and see what to do next! The performance is about to start!"
Yang Ming nodded. He saw Chen Mengyan's anxious look, placed his hand on her lap, and smiled kindly. "If worst comes to worst, I will accompany you on stage."
Chen Mengyan swatted Yang Ming's unscrupulous hand away and glared at him. At this time, he still had the intention to take advantage of her, but Yang Ming's words helped her settle down.
Xu Qianxing looked at Chen Mengyan's caller ID on the cell phone and was very proud. He did not expect Chen Mengyan to call so soon. He waved to You Zhengmin on the side. "You're not needed here anymore. You can go to the bathroom."
"Yes, President Xu. I will go to use the toilet. I must not leave the toilet before Chen Mengyan's performance is over!" You Zhengmin swore to himself.
Xu Qianxing nodded with satisfaction. It seems that this kid is still a little sharp. Once You Zhengmin got Xu Qianxing's approval, he ran straight to the toilet; it appeared that he really had to use the toilet for a long time.
"Hello? It's Little Chen, right?" Xu Qianxing looked at the back of You Zhengmin as he left and made a smug smile as he picked up Chen Mengyan's call.
"I am. President Xu, I have something to report to you," said Chen Mengyan anxiously.
"Oh? What is it? Speak slowly... Right, I am about to go to your performance. Why don't you perform first, and then call me after the performance ends?" Xu Qianxing pretended to know nothing and was about to hang up.
"Wait. President Xu, don't hang up the phone. I have important matters!" Chen Mengyan heard that Xu Qianxing was about to hang up the phone and was suddenly anxious. She quickly said, "It's about the performance."
"It's about the performance? What happened to the performance?" Xu Qianxing said, "Is this an urgent matter?"
"Yes, President Xu! Something happened to You Zhengmin," Chen Mengyan said. "He just called me and said that he had eaten something bad at noon. His stomach is uncomfortable, and he had been going to the toilet… I am afraid that for this performance, he cannot go on stage."
"How come this kind of thing can happen!?" Xu Qianxing said, shocked. Even he was amazed that his tone seemed so real. "He screwed up at such a crucial moment. What can we do?"
"What if we canceled this performance?" Chen Mengyan suggested. Although she wanted Yang Ming to accompany her on stage, they didn't rehearse at all, so he didn't know how to perform on stage. Therefore, Chen Mengyan decided to give up the performance.
It was not that Chen Mengyan liked to be in the spotlight. She was just willing to enjoy the feeling of being protected by Yang Ming. Just now, when she saw Lin Zhiyun on stage and saw Yang Ming's gentle eyes and words, Chen Mengyan was envious.
"Cancel? That is impossible!" Xu Qianxing would not let her cancel. Wasn't it a waste of effort for Chen Mengyan to cancel the performance after he made such a big fuss?
"Ah? Why not?" Chen Mengyan was stunned; she didn't expect Xu Qianxing to say no.
"Ah… This is the case..." Xu Qianxing was shocked and almost exposed it. He thought that Chen Mengyan would ask him what to do, then he could give her some guidance. However, Xu Qianxing didn't expect Chen Mengyan to request to cancel the performance, so he was a little anxious at once and couldn't help but be flustered. After calming down, Xu Qianxing continued, "Little Chen, you are the Student Union cadre of the Department of Economics and Management; you have to take the lead! The other department's Student Union cadres represented their departments and performed. If the Department of Economics and Management does not perform, what about the face of the department's secretary and director?"
Chen Mengyan didn't think so much. Now, after listening to Xu Qianxing's analysis, she suddenly felt that his words were very reasonable! Previously, Chen Mengyan just considered her own problems, and did not consider the Department of Economics and Management that she represented! She was now the vice president of the Student Union. When You Zhengmin was absent, she was the representative of the Department of Economics and Management. If she abstained, she would indeed lose the face of the Department of Economics and Management!
Thinking of this, Chen Mengyan was even more anxious. "President Xu, what should I do now? How about I change it to a piano solo? I can perform this show myself!"
"Piano solo... This is nothing special!" Xu Qianxing pretended to speak as though he were contemplating. "Someone has performed a piano piece before; if you perform one again, it is not appropriate. It's better to have a poem recitation!"
"But... You Zhengmin has a stomachache from bad food, right?" Chen Mengyan was a bit troubled.
"It is not necessary for You Zhengmin to appear." Xu Qianxing seemed to think of something suddenly, and his tone was happy. "Right, Little Chen. Isn't Yang Ming your boyfriend? You let him perform with you on stage! He has a high position among our classmates. You saw how loud the audience's cheers were. Before that, because of Ren Jianren's affairs, the performance was forced to be interrupted, but everyone did not have enough of it! You and Yang Ming can perform the poem recitation! You will do his part. There's no problem, right?"
"This... no problem..." Chen Mengyan heard Xu Qianxing said so, and she couldn't say anything else. She had to agree. "I will go and tell him."
"En, so that's settled. I will call the emcee to make the change." Xu Qianxing finished and hung up the phone.
Chen Mengyan held the phone and could only smile bitterly.
"What's wrong, Mengyan?" Yang Ming also saw that Chen Mengyan's expression was a bit troubled. "Xu Qianxing gave you some trouble?"
"That's not it; he said that this program could not be canceled, because I am representing the Department of Economics and Management's Student Union. If it is canceled, the impact will be too great." Chen Mengyan said, "Xu Qianxing wants you to perform with me..."
"Me?" Yang Ming was stunned, and immediately said, "Well, then we can perform a scene from the Fairy Couple! I have always been good at singing. A couple of birds in the tree..."
"Fine." Chen Mengyan pinched Yang Ming to stop him from continuing to sing. She said somewhat shyly, "Who is going to perform that with you? It's better to stick with the poem recitation."
"Stick with the poem recitation?" Yang Ming felt that there was nothing fun to it, but to make Chen Mengyan happy, he said, "You don't know this, but in fact, I am best at poem recitations."
"Pu chi-" Chen Mengyan couldn't help but smile. "Stop playing around. The performance is about to begin, but you are still messing around. What do we do later? Have you read a chapter of Wang Meng's "Long Live Youth?" Can you memorize it? Do you want to take advantage of this opportunity to get familiar with it?"
"That... I haven't read it yet." Yang Ming thought for a moment, then smiled slightly. "What if we change to another poem?"
"Change to what poem?" Chen Mengyan was a bit puzzled, "The poems can't be simply paired with the music. You can't just match them. At least, it has to be in that kind of artistic mood..."
"Let me think about it; I have to think about one that I can memorize, and music that you can play, right?" Yang Ming actually had a decision in mind; he just wanted to give Chen Mengyan a surprise.
When Yang Ming performed with Lin Zhiyun on the same stage, how could he not see Chen Mengyan's little jealousy and disappointment? So Yang Ming would naturally not let go of an opportunity to make it up to her.
The person Yang Ming was most grateful to had always been Chen Mengyan. She always put up with his behavior. Even if she were wronged, she would not vent like before, but she buried it deep in her heart.
In contrast, Yang Ming still hoped that the previous Chen Mengyan that always argued with him would return to his side. At least, at that time, she would vent all the unhappiness in her heart. Whether it's crying or making a fuss, it would finally be vented, and there would not be a knot in her heart.
But now, he didn't know when it started, but Chen Mengyan was not making trouble anymore. She also no longer interfered too much with his affairs. No matter what, she was not angry; she just smiled.
Although this was the ideal life that Yang Ming hoped for, it was not what Yang Ming was willing to see. He did not want Chen Mengyan to wrong herself because of his affairs.
But the fact was that Chen Mengyan learned to be tolerant and learned to be patient. She became generous and selfless. This transformation seemed to be abrupt, and it had already completed without anyone knowing it.
From a little girl who loved to have a little temper, she became a little woman who could help Yang Ming manage his family.
Every time Yang Ming thought of this, he had an impulse to hold Chen Mengyan in his arms. He wanted to use his own arms to care for her forever.
Chen Mengyan and Yang Ming got together without any utilitarianism at all. They could be said to have truly a free love, just like with Su Ya. Therefore, Yang Ming also cherished and cared for this relationship. Chen Mengyan's detached position in his heart was also unique and irreplaceable.
"Have you thought about it? The performance is going to start soon?" Chen Mengyan watched as Yang Ming pondered and couldn't help but be anxious. Xu Qianxing's text message was sent, asking her to take Yang Ming backstage to prepare.
"Ah?" Yang Ming was pulled back from his thoughts by Chen Mengyan. He saw her anxious and nodded quickly. "Ready..."
"Then let's walk and discuss; Xu Qianxing sent me a text message, asking us to go backstage now." Chen Mengyan stood up and prepared to go with Yang Ming.
"Sister Mengyan, Yang Ming, I wish you a successful performance!" Lin Zhiyun was also willing to see Yang Ming and Chen Mengyan on stage together, winking at them with a smile.


Yang Ming is an underachiever in high school. Unmotivated, he skips class to shoot pool, cheats on his exams and gets into fights. However, by an act of goodwill and fate, he obtains some high-tech contact lenses that give him superpowers. Together with his gangster street-smarts and ruthless fighting skills, it doesn't take long for him dramatically change his life for the better.
As his journey unfolds, he battles against society's big guns and attempts to bring justice into an unjust world. Along the way, he has many interesting and romantic encounters with the ladies who are charmed by his shameless flirting.
How will he use his superpowers?
Will he be able to overcome evil and bring justice to the world?
Who will he choose to be with at the end? 
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कविता के माध्यम से अपने विचार व्यक्त करने जा रहा हूँ ,
कृपया ध्यान दें मैं वृक्षारोपण के महत्व समझा रहा हूँ।
इस हेतु मेरी है आपसे करबद्ध प्रार्थना,
अपने जीवन में अधिकाधिक वृक्ष लगाना।
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दूषित किया मनुष्य ने वातावरण,
जो बना उसके ही नाश का कारण।
वृक्षों की कटाई से बढ़ रहा प्रदूषण,
आज की आवश्यकता है वृक्षारोपण।
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करना चाहते थे प्रगति,
कर ली स्वयं की दुर्गति।
देख कर मनुष्य की अति,
आज रोती है प्रकृति।
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अगर बचानी है इश्वर की सर्वश्रेष्ट कृति,
जिसे हम कहते है वसुंधरा और धरती।
कम करनी होगी वृक्षों के कटने की गति,
इसके लिए आवश्यक है जन जागृति।
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बहुत कर चुका मनुष्य भोग-विलास,
चकित हैं अन्य प्राणी देखकर ये विनाश।
पर अब होना होगा हमें ये आभास,
वृक्षों का कटाव अर्थात जीवन का ।
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अब करना है हमें वृक्षों का सम्मान,
चलाने होंगे वन-महोत्सव जैसे अभियान।
जिससे प्रकृति होगी शोभामयान,
होगा सभी प्राणियों का ।
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अपने हाथों किया अपना सर्वनाश,
रो रहें है आज जग और आकाश।
वृक्षों के अभाव में पड़ते हैं अकाल ,
सभी प्राणियों का होता बुरा ।
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अपनानी होगी वृक्षारोपण की नीति,
तभी होगी हमारे आवश्यकताओं की पूर्ति।
संपूर्ण विश्व में फैलेगी भारतवर्ष की कीर्ति,
बढ़ेगी देश की प्राकृतिक संपदा व ।
I wrote this poem for a School competition in 2003 when I was in High School. It won me 1st prize for poetry writing as well as poetry recitation.
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Fina slightly opened its eyes, glanced at the 100 Yuan note indifferently and closed its eyes again, "I don't think that is a cat."
Zhang Zian thought it would be interested in the story so he could show off his knowledge. Unexpectedly, Fina didn't buy it. He walked aside resentfully. 
Richard was interested, flapping its wings and landing on his shoulder. It looked at the 100 Yuan note in his hand. 
"Jeff, is this all you are longing for?"
"What are you talking about?" Zhang Zian asked.
"Your goal in life. Is it all about RMB?" All of a sudden, the air turned extremely serious.  
He said firmly, "No way! My small goal is to get a pretty and wealthy girl! My big goal is to contribute to our great country. I am willing to give all my time and my kids… Of course, I have to find a girlfriend to make some children with first…"
Old Time Tea, who was watching the morning news, started nodding, "That's great!"
Richard shook its head quickly. "No, no, no, Jeff. You misunderstand me. I meant, RMB is nothing. You will make US dollars following my lead."
"US dollars?" A beautiful green note came to Zhang Zian's mind. The US dollar was the one and only currency the whole world was dying for. 
"That is right. US dollars! Bucks! Cash! Same thing! If you treat me right, I will assure you an abundant life!" Richard said confidently. 
Zhang Zian looked around, and murmured to Richard, "Well…" 
"Yes!" Richard confirmed. 
"Do you know what I wanted to ask?" He was surprised. 
"Didn't you want to ask if I can get you a white girl? Of course! Dollars will come and so will white girls."
Zhang Zian was speechless. Although Richard was correct, Zhang Zian didn't expect it knowing what's in his mind. 
I am that easy to read? he thought. It seemed that everyone, Sun Xiaomeng and Richard especially, could read his mind… How can I be friends with these people and animals?
"Good morning, Brother Store Manager!" A small kid ran in happily. It was Little Celery. 
Today, one of Little Celery's ponytails was sitting down by a quarter of an inch. No one would pay attention to such details like Zhang Zian did. Her face was pink from running and her little hands in knitted gloves were tightly grabbing the two straps of her backpack. 
"Good morning, Little Celery. Were you late yesterday?" he asked
"Oh…" Little Celery wrinkled her face and stuck out her tongue, "Scary! I was almost late. As soon as I sat down at my desk, the teacher came in."
"Well, you'd better pay attention today! Xiao Ling and Ear will be here. You can come anytime you want, but you cannot be late for school, okay?" He acted like a big brother. 
"Yes. I know!" she nodded heavily.
"Great! You are such a great girl! I trust you," He bent down and said to her, "Now, can you do me a favor?"
"Favor? What is it? I always help out at home!" She took off her gloves quickly and rolled her sleeves up, getting ready for some work. 
Zhang Zian picked up her gloves, a pair in dark green showing the fingers. It was a good thickness for this time of year. There was a line of small words at the wrist area. He looked at it carefully under the light and it read "Cai Xiaoqin, Class 3, 2nd grade, Binhai No.1 Middle School Subsidiary Elementary School". The words were so tiny, he had to pay special attention to read it. Any normal person would've thought that it was a line of decorative pattern at a glance. 
"Did your mom make these?" he said as he returned the gloves to her. 
"Yup!" she replied shyly.
What a nice mother! Zhang Zian sighed. 
"Did your mom put your name on your other clothes?" he asked. 
"Yeah. Here, here and there…" Little Celery pointed at herself all over. Her mom stitched Little Celery's name and school on hidden areas such as inside the pocket or at the corner. He also noticed that she was wearing a Children's GPS watch.  
"I told my mom there is no need to put my name on my clothes anymore, but mom was worried that I would get lost…" Looking down at her own feet, her face turned red, "I am a grown-up! I won't get lost. My friends don't have their names on their clothes anymore. Only me! Some annoying boys call me 'Mommy's good baby'…" She said reluctantly. 
Zhang Zian patted her head, "Don't let them bother you. They will regret laughing at you someday." 
"Really?" She raised her head. 
"Yes," he said affirmatively. 
"Little Celery, I will teach you a poem. Maybe you already know it, but I am sure you feel differently today."
Little Celery looked up to him and listened closely. 
Zhang Zian slowly recited, 
"Needle and thread in doting mother's hand,
Turn out garments for her son to roam the land.
She puts in more stitches as he leaves,
And frets that his homecoming may be moved back.
Who says the tiny inch-tall blade of grass,
Can repay the warm sunshine of spring?"
He knew nothing about broadcast and recitation, so honestly, he did a horrible job. He thought that Richard would laugh at him; however, it landed on his shoulder and listened closely. It was so quiet in the store that it was kind of awkward. 
It was a short poem. It took less than one minute. 
After that, Zhang Zian tried to recall if he had made a mistake. If Little Celery found the mistake… then it would be quite embarrassing. Fortunately, he did recite it correctly. 
Bowing her head down, Little Celery started rubbing the words on her gloves as she listened. After a while, she looked back up and the sunshine was on her face again. 
"Brother Store Manager, you did great! Better than our teacher!" she said. 
"Ha-ha, you are so nice! I know where I am with this but I appreciate your praise. Remember, I am most proud of my handsome face, not recitation." Zhang Zian was embarrassed by Little Celery's praise but he decided not to show it. Instead, he made it into a joke.
"It was the best! Our teacher didn't put any emotions when she reads poems," Little Celery explained. 
"Really?" Zhang Zian said, rubbing his own chin, "When I close my pet shop, I should get a teaching certificate. I have to teach high school where there are lots of pretty young girls…"
"Stop it!"
A tall and skinny man with a ponytail was standing at the door. It was Guo Dongyue. He was looking at Zhang Zian with his hands in the pocket. They would be going to the bird breeding base to pick out some parrots today. 
Zhang Zian turned to him, looking at this man trying to repay his mom's love.


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

Days passed and the living doll my parents took home from some unknown place called hospital nearly captured my home. Especially her cries in the middle of the night threw me in utter annoyance. Many times I asked my dad how long she is going to live with us and my dad always just smiled in response and I somehow managed to tolerate everything and accepted the fact that she's going nowhere, at least not in the near future.
So I just decided to ignore her presence even when she's messing up with my favourite toys, I just pretended to see nothing, but that little demon was so hungry for attention that she almost tried everything to get me angry. She one day crossed all the limits and tore my favourite colourful rhymes book. I was so mad that I almost lose control but as she was so favourite to my parents, my hands were tied. I couldn't do anything for her but I decided to leave my house.
And I did, I walked and walked until the roads became unknown and an unfamiliar fear crossed my mind but I couldn't just go back coz that's about self-respect.
So I sat near the pond and started crying and sat there until my mom came and fetch me home.
And fortunately, my dad brought a pair of beautiful rhyme books for me so I gave up the grudge.
One day it was raining heavily and my mom was so busy in her daily household chores and I was reciting a poem I already remember sitting beside the bed where my newborn baby sister was lying.
I don't know what was wrong with her but she was crying badly and breaking my concentration. I was getting so irritated and just to continue my peaceful recitation I looked for my mother and couldn't find her so I just tried to calm the little girl crying so badly.
As I moved closer to her she stopped her crying for a while and looked at me as if she wants to say something but she was not elder enough to say something, and then again continued to cry even more than before... I couldn't just ignore her and I made up mind to calm her no matter what.
I started reciting my poem like a song and to my surprise, she stopped crying and hold my hand with her tender little fingers.
I felt like winning a war, and so proud.. I then tried to take back my hand to continue my way but she again started crying as soon as I stopped singing.
With no option left I started singing again until she fell asleep and I still continued in the fear that if I'd stop singing she might get wake and continue her unfinished cry. And looking at her innocent sleeping face I felt like keep on singing.
I don't know how long I sang but I eventually fell asleep.
And from that day an inevitable bond just came out of nowhere and I acknowledged her to be my sister. My sister for life, a little version of anger and innocence.My lovely sister.

The fun filled journey of a young caterpillar to beautiful butterfly and her perspective to see the world around her... If you want to relax and read this fun novel...
no release schedule cuz it depends..

Xian Bo was struck by a sense of indescribable terror upon seeing the clown-faced male.
Every cell in his body was trembling, and his body was also shuddering uncontrollably.
"W-Who are you?" Xian Bo asked with difficulty.
"It's not important who I am. Let's play a game together. If you win, then I'll let you free." The clown started cackling with laughter.
Xian Bo knew that refusing was not an option.
A bitter expression fell across his face as he appeared to realize the identity of the clown. "Why are you targeting me? I've clearly done nothing wrong."
"You wronged by communicating with a member of the Holy Martial Clan. We won't allow any hidden dangers to lurk. Enough with the nonsense. The game shall begin now."
A large, multi-colored ball suddenly appeared beneath the clown's feet. The clown started to hover around as he stood on top of the ball. The sight of this was extremely ridiculous. At the same time, the clown was also giggling to himself as he juggled five red balls in his hands. Because he was so quick, the five red balls eventually became streaks of red afterimages.
"The name of the game is 'Spinning Demonic Power of Love'. The rules of the games are as follows. In a moment, I'll stand on this large, multi-colored ball and spin around you within a radius of three meters. If you can catch me within ten seconds, then you win the game, and I'll let you go free. However, if you can't catch me within the time limit, then you lose the game. The consequence of losing is being transformed into a fried dough twist[1]~"
A flicker of hope ignited in Xian Bo's heart when he heard these rules. The clown would only be three meters away from him at most. Meanwhile, he could form tens of thousands of arms in an instant and have them fill up the entire space. How could he lose? Moreover, the clown didn't restrict him from using spell techniques, meaning that this was within the bounds of the game's rules. He had a very good chance of winning this game!
"Then, let the game begin!" the clown suddenly exclaimed.
Xian Bo's expression became solemn as he prepared to activate his Myriad Immortal Hand Technique and catch the spinning clown.
Boom!
The large, multi-colored ball blast past his face.
A strange pressure oozed from the ball and instantly caused the grasslands within a radius of five hundred kilometers to cave in.
"How can this be…"
Xian Bo's body was flattened by the large, multi-colored ball. His eyes were unfocused as he lay in the center of the crater, and his pulverized flesh and bones leaked out of his broken skin and painted the earth bright red.
"Lalala… Lalala…"
The clown hummed cheerfully as he circled around the flattened Xian Bo.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one…
"Time's up! How unfortunate, you've failed to catch me. You've lost the game!"
The clown cracked a smile at the crippled Xian Bo.
Xian Bo: "…"
"Since you've lost, you have to suffer the punishment. Transform into a mahua!"
Right after the clown finished speaking, Xian Bo's tormented wail started to reverberate through the grasslands.
…
At the Holy Glacial Lands, where the snow maidens once thrived…
After being lashed by several terrifying cold fronts, this place had already transformed into a realm of death.
Apart from a tiny number of ice-element creatures, no other living beings resided in this realm.
After trekking through the howling winds and blustery snow for a short while, An Lin finally arrived at a magnificent yet dilapidated city.
"This place is the Spirit Frost City? One of the snow maidens' four largest cities?"
An Lin gazed at the rows of abandoned houses that were covered in thick layers of snow. "What a sorrowful sight… Right now, all I want to do is recite a poem…"
"Hi there, let's play a game together!"
A crisp voice suddenly sounded from behind An Lin.
An Lin turned around and found a clown standing not far behind him. This clown was dressed in colorful clothes, and it was also wearing a purple top hat on its head. Right now, there was a wide and exaggerated grin on its face as it juggled several red balls in its hands.
An Lin tightened his cloak. The large red cross on his face scrunched up in nervousness, and his pure white body stiffened in apprehension. "Who on earth are you?"
"It's not important who I am. What's important is, if you win, then I'll let you free. If you lose, however, then you have to accept the punishment…" 
The clown continued to juggle his red balls as he spoke.
A large, multi-colored ball started to appear beneath the clown's feet. The sight of the clown flying around on this ball was extremely ridiculous.
"The name of the game is 'Spinning Demonic Power of Love'. The rules of the games are as follows. In a moment, I'll stand on this large, multi-colored ball and spin around you within a radius of three meters. If you can catch me within ten seconds, then you win the game, and I'll let you go free. However, if you can't catch me within the time limit, then you lose the game. The consequence of losing is being transformed into a fried dough twist~"
Sure enough, an expression of anticipation and hope surfaced on An Lin's face when he heard these rules.
The clown chuckled. "Then, let the game begin!"
Boom!
An earth-shattering boom erupted.
The land within a radius of several hundred kilometers was suddenly melted by a devastating flame.
A smile was still plastered to the clown's face, yet a bloody hole had already been punctured through his chest.
"Uh…" The clown stared at the Blood Martial Wanderer with a look of astonishment and confusion.
No, to be more precise, the Blood Martial Wanderer had already become a human who was bathed in a sea of holy flames!
"You… who the hell are you?"
Before the clown could even finish speaking, his body had already slammed into the floor. Fist after fist rained down onto his body like heavy hammers.
Boom! Boom, boom!
"This is for interrupting my poem recitation! Take this! And this…
"F*ck you and your games!"
An Lin's fists punctured the multi-colored ball beneath the clown's feet. Then, the clown's purple top hat was also blasted into smithereens, revealing the purple divine halo that was hidden within it. The divine halo looked as though it was formed from numerous small and intricate blocks. 
Immediately afterward, An Lin's fists pulverized the clown's extremely solid body. It seemed as if the heaven crushing true intent contained within An Lin's fist wanted to completely annihilate the clown's body.
An Lin's actions were lightning quick. Under the effects of his seven holy flames, his Fire Sage Mode also caused his aura to climb to a supreme level. Moreover, each of his strikes was infused with the paramount power of the heaven crushing true intent. It was as if a flurry of "Mini" Fists of the Heavenly Dao were relentlessly raining down on the clown's body.
The clown was caught off guard by An Lin's sudden and violent attack. In no time, he had already become severely wounded.
In the past, it was always he who toyed with others through his game. Since when had anyone pummeled him before the game had even begun?
"You've broken the rules of the game! Accept your punishment! Life Eraser!" A beam of purple light suddenly erupted from the clown's distorted and broken body.
An Lin felt an extremely strong nomological power hammer into his chest. As though it wanted to erase his existence, this power rapidly spread through his entire body.
"So that's how it is. You're combining your own Heavenly God Power with the power of the backlash triggered by my breaching of the game's rules. By combining these powers together, you can launch an even more powerful attack."
An Lin felt a hint of danger, and an earthen-yellow divine halo instantly appeared above his head. An extremely thick layer of armor enveloped his entire body and blocked out the clown's powerful attacks.
Like a slippery eel, the clown took this chance to escape from An Lin's grasp. Then, he flew into the sky and sped toward the distance as if his life depended on it.
"An Lin… You're An Lin!" the clown shouted in surprise and anger. He instantly understood that he had already fallen into his enemy's trap. He had already become An Lin's prey.
"Didn't you want to play a game with me? Don't run…"
A blue, semi-transparent An Lin suddenly appeared before the clown. A sinister smile slowly stretched across his face.
Boom!
Drawing on the power of Xuan Wu, the divine sense An Lin threw a punch and hammered the clown into the ground!
[1] Fried dough stick is a Chinese snack. a.k.a mahua.


On modern-day Earth, An Lin seems to have been abandoned by God. 
When his father suddenly disappears, An Lin is left with his father's immense debt, putting his life at risk. 
After being forced to a rooftop by his pursuing creditors, An Lin is unexpectedly swept off his feet and brought to the ground safely.
    
After learning that he was saved by an Immortal, An Lin is gifted, seemingly out of pure generosity, the 'God Of War System,' and a pass to a new realm.
Follow An Lin as he experiences a whole new world of legends, meets many new friends, acquires legendary weapons and tools, and starts on his path of becoming a powerful cultivator. There is never a dull time in An Lin's new life with his ‘great’ new system!

Twin Dragon Mount.
Inside the Temple of Providence that had been newly renovated by professional builders and could accommodate hundreds of people…
"Roar!"
On the top of the golden palace that was twelve meters tall, the two dragons of providence whose bodies had almost turned concrete spewed out golden brilliance on the Sonic Bow on the new altar!
Yes, the Sonic Bow!
Two of the Perfect Special offerings that were acquired from the Battlefield of Providence had been used to summon Zhao Yun and Li Yuanba. The three left were the South King's Thunder Halberd, the North King's Water Stopping Stone, and the Yuan Emperor's Sonic Bow!
While the power of thunder was intimidating and destructive, it wasn't damaging to the Magma Monsters that were made of magma. Although the Water Stopping Stone had "water" in its name, it couldn't control seawater to extinguish the fire.
Neither of them was the best choice!
The Sonic Bow, as the only weapon whose Transcendent power involved the sound, should be surprisingly effective against the Magma Monsters.
Hum!
The Sonic Bow, after being activated by the power of providence, changed the Temple of Providence into a test scene.
However, unlike the previous two times, the whole battlefield for the test was empty except for a man wearing purple armor and a crown and who was standing magnificently with the Sonic Bow!
He was exactly the Yuan emperor!
An old player who was responsible for logistics exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? He's not protected by a lot of soldiers like before?
"So to speak, won't it be a lot easier to pass this ritual test than before?"
Because the Magma Monsters' settlement hadn't been completely destroyed, most of the Twin Dragon Island's personnel were still on the battlefield.
Even the battle players among the newcomers had been sent to the battlefield to broaden their eyes!
Therefore, the number of participants in the ritual was the smallest in history. There were no more than twenty players in the Temple of Providence.
Elder Zhou, who had been helping Su Nongying with the human resources management, shook his head. "The Soul of Civilization this time is Extraordinary Rank-8. It's of a higher level than the previous times. Naturally, the odds to pass the test are higher.
"However, it's not necessarily easier than before.
"That's because the test mostly depends on the nature of the offering and the suppression of the settlement's power of providence. It doesn't have a lot to do with the Soul of Civilization's level."
Then, Elder Zhou turned around and asked Ji Ye, "Or rather, technically speaking, it was actually not a bad thing that the offering presented a lot of soldiers in previous tests.
"In those cases, the power of the offering was split, and the East King and the West King were only capable of fighting in one or two rounds.
"However, this Sonic Bow had chosen to only condense the Yuan emperor, which means that the arriving hero has to defeat him fair and square to pass the test!
"Well, I wonder if you have decided to only summon the heroes who have the same background as our settlement this time, Master?"
Ji Ye nodded. "Yes. Since it's an Extraordinary Rank-8 Soul of Civilization, I didn't choose to expand the range of summoning!"
In the Twin Dragon Mount fort's Water Margin and Han Dynasty settings, Zhao Yun was probably the only one who could've passed the test in Extraordinary Rank-7 with his special talent!
However, since the offering was Extraordinary Rank-8, a lot of heroes could pass the test.
Exactly as Ji Ye had speculated, soon after the Sonic Bow was activated, the Soul of Civilization that the Magma Monster leader dropped started changing on the empty battlefield. It turned into a man who was wearing a white scholar's long robe and a red general's robe on his back, with a vague face and a tall body!
["The great river runs eastwards. All the renowned figures in history are washed away by the tides!"]
At the same time, a loud poetic announcement echoed in the Temple of Providence!
However, it wasn't just the dull recitation like before.
It was sung out in a certain rhythm, with a piece of powerful background music played by exciting instruments.
"Huh. That poem is… 'Su Shi'?"
Su Nongying's eyes glittered.
Although it was only one sentence, the poem was very familiar to most natives of Chidragon.
Not only were they familiar with the poem, but they were familiar with the poet too.
In particular, Su Shi was special to Su Nongying, the butler of the Twin Dragon Island, because they had the same surname!
Su Shi was from the Song Dynasty, which was also the setting of Water Margin. It was possible that he could be summoned!
However, how was Su Shi related to the Sonic Bow?
An Quan, who was getting bald again, asked in confusion, "I have the same question. While Su Shi was a multi-talented genius, and he was one of the best writers, poets, calligraphers, and gourmets, I don't think he has any expertise in sound or bows, does he?"
He didn't participate in the battle against the Magma Monsters because he had been named as the manager of the SkyNet construction by Ji Ye.
He had come back to the fort to apply for certain items in the treasury when the third ritual for Transcendent heroes was held.
"How can they not be related?
"Su Shi is the Poem Master, and poems were sung in ancient times as lyrics and had many different aliases back then. Even to this day, the lyrics of a song can still be changed while the melody is kept the same.
"From that point of view, Su Shi was deeply related to music. He should be the most famous songwriter in the five thousand years of history of Chidragon."
Elder Zhou, however, opened his mouth and pointed out Su Shi's relationship with music.
"However, Su Shi must be a Legendary hero in terms of literature. I don't think he'll arrive yet."
After that, Elder Zhou denied the possibility that the hero wearing a white scholar's robe was Su Shi.
"Who can it be if not Su Shi?"
The players in the temple were slightly stunned.
"Why do you think it has to be the author of this poem that's arriving here?"
Ji Ye stared at the hero who was wearing a scholar's robe and a general's cloak on the painting, his eyes glowing like torches.
"Has it never occurred to you that it may be the person whom this poem is referring to?"
Hardly had Ji Ye finished when the poem in the temple had moved on to the next sentence.
["People say that to the west of this ancient fortress was Chibi where Mr. Zhou directed the battle in Three Kingdoms!"]
"Ah!"
"Wait a second, Master, are you saying that Zhou Yu from the Three Kingdoms will arrive this time?"
One of the core players was rather delighted.
It was truly a pleasant surprise.
Although Zhou Yu couldn't compare to Su Shi in terms of the variety of achievements, he was no less popular and famous than Su Shi on Earth thanks to the influence of the Three Kingdoms.
More importantly, Zhou Yu wasn't just a regular general. He had proposed a lot of strategies back in the Three Kingdoms.
If he could successfully arrive, it would mean that the Twin Dragon Island fort would have a top advisor!



Magic, eastern fantasy, cultivation, scientific technology…
Machines, biological creatures, energy, souls…
Different civilizations and species have entered a world that follows game-like rules.
As one of the first million people from Earth to enter this world, Ji Ye, who formerly streams his survivalist videos, obtains a Fusion Inheritance skill. Using it, he comes up with many combinations!
AI chip + Tank = Transformer!
T-X + Demonic Sovereign Ancient Sutra + Spirit Possession Fiend Art = Silver Immortal Demoness!
Divine Stone Genes + 10,000-year-old Peach + Nine Transformations Golden Pill + Pet Spirit Monkey = ?
Investiture of the Gods = The light of providence on humans + power of faith + spoils of war godhood + ? + ?
Infinite Glove = ? + ? +? + ? + ? 

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