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Emma took her usual spot at the back of the classroom.

People always sat at the back of the classroom so they wouldn't be caught by the teacher if they weren't paying attention. 

Emma just felt more comfortable studying from the back instead of being all the way at the front, where the watchful eyes of the other students bore into her.


One by one, the other students came filing into the classroom as, taking their places at their usual seats.

Mr. Boldman, their Spanish teacher, came strolling in with his leather suitcase in hand. He placed he bag on his desk and straightened his glasses.

Instead of making the whole class stand to greet him like they normally would've, he made everyone stay in their seats.

A girl came walking into the classroom slowly, her eyes fixated on the floor.

Emma noticed the jet black hair and emerald green eyes almost instantly. She realised it was the girl she had hit earlier, the guilt overwhelming her immediately.

"Class, this is our new student, Olivia Ash Jauregui. Please show her your warmest forms of welcome and we can get started with the lesson."

Olivia Jauregui. Olivia Fucking Jauregui. The girl Emma had hit just happened to be the same girl that had helped her out in the bathroom, the same girl that she was unexpectedly falling for.

Could her day get any worse?

Emma's self-directed question was answered soon enough.

When the whole class was done introducing themselves — Emma excluded, because she chose not to — Mr. Boldman pointed to the seat beside her.

"You can sit there at the back of the class, I'm sorry but it's the only available seat we've got," he said.

Olivia looked at the back of the classroom and her eyes met Emma's, before looking away quickly.

She was probably afraid that something bad might happen to her. Emma felt another pang of guilt wash over her.

Olivia gulped. "N-No, it's fine, I can sit there," she willed herself to walk towards the empty seat and placed her bag on the floor, taking out her textbook and opening it to the page Mr. Boldman had written on the board.

She kept her eyes fixated on the board and the teacher, sometimes scribbling down notes in her textbook.

Emma, on the other hand, couldn't pay attention at all.

How had it been that the girl she liked had to be the same girl she had to act like she hated?

"Class, turn to page 135 of your textbooks." Mr. Boldman instructed pausing to look around the classroom.

His eyes landed on Olivia.

"Ms. Jauregui, could you do us a favour and read the poem out for us?"

The green-eyed girl nodded and stood up.

Bella,
como en la piedra fresca
del manantial, el agua
abre un ancho relámpago de espuma,
así es la sonrisa en tu rostro,
bella. [Translation: Lovely one,
just as on the cool stone
of the spring, the water
opens a wide flash of foam,
so is the smile of your face,
lovely one.]

Bella,
de finas manos y delgados pies
como un caballito de plata,
andando, flor del mundo,
así te veo,
bella. [Translation: Lovely one,
with delicate hands and slender feet
like a silver pony,
walking, flower of the world,
thus I see you,
lovely one.]

Bella,
con un nido de cobre enmarañado
en tu cabeza, un nido
color de miel sombría
donde mi corazón arde y reposa,
bella. [Translation:  Lovely one,
with a nest of copper entangled
on your head, a nest
the color of dark honey
where my heart burns and rests,
lovely one.]

Mr. Boldman raised his hand, a signal to let Olivia know she could stop. Olivia bowed slightly and sat down, not noticing the rest of the class staring at her in awe.

"Ms. Jensen, would you please continue from where Ms. Jauregui left off?" Emma realised he hasn't used her first name; and she was thankful for that. It was probably better if Olivia didn't know who she really was just yet.
She stood up and read the poem, just as Olivia previously had.

Bella,
no te caben los ojos en la cara,
no te caben los ojos en la tierra.
Hay países, hay ríos,
en tus ojos,
mi patria está en tus ojos,
yo camino por ellos,
ellos dan luz al mundo
por donde yo camino,
bella. [Translation:
Lovely one,
your eyes are too big for your face,
your eyes are too big for the earth.
There are countries, there are rivers,
in your eyes,
my country as In your eyes,
I walk through them,
they light the world
through which I walk,
lovely one.]

Bella,
tus senos son como dos panes hechos
de tierra cereal y luna de oro,
bella. [Translation: Lovely one,
your breasts are like two loaves made of grainy earth and golden moon, lovely one.]

Emma felt her cheeks flush as she read that stanza of the poem, but she urged herself to go on.

Bella,
tu cintura
la hizo mi brazo como un río cuando
pasó mil años por tu dulce cuerpo,
bella. [Translation: Lovely one,
your waist,
my arm shaped it like a river when
it flowed a thousand years through your sweet body,
lovely one.]

Mr. Boldman stopped her as well, nodding his head in approval. "Ms. Jauregui, Ms. Jensen, the two of you have exceptional traces of Spanish. Do you come from Spanish blood, perhaps?" he questioned. He two girls nodded at the same time.

"I'm Cuban-Mexican," Emma answered, Olivia speaking right after her.

"I'm Cuban-American," Mr. Boldman nodded his head once more in approval.

"That's a pleasure to hear, girls. I'll read the rest of the poem, thank you for reading the first half of it," he commended.

The bell signalling five minutes to the end of the period rang just as their teacher finished analysing the rest of the poem.

Mr. Boldman sighed. "Well, it seems like I wouldn't be getting much else done today. Right, as students taking Spanish Literature, I expect you to be able to dissect and annotate the other poems yourselves. So, here's this week's homework. You will be in pairs and have to do a review on this poem based on what we've done in class today."

One by one, Mr. Boldman struck off the names of the students he had already assigned a partner to. Before he knew it, he was only left with the names of two girls.

Olivia Jauregui and Emma Jensen.

He closed his notebook and looked at the two girls. "Well, it seems like the two of you will be paired up together. I hope you do take good care of her, Ms. Jensen. Show her around school, make her feel comfortable, yeah?" 

Emma nodded.


"Very well." Mr. Boldman turned his attention back to the rest of the class. "Class dismissed."

The students streamed out of the classroom and went their separate ways.

"So," Emma turned to Olivia, a wave of confidence coming over her.

"Would you like to come over today to get started on this project?"

Emma Jensen; one of the most popular girls in school, falls for Olivia Jauregui; a nobody who'd just been transferred after getting bullied at her previous institution. 

Will they have to keep their relationship a secret to maintain Emma's reputation at school, or will they be able to love freely without remorse?

Emma took her usual spot at the back of the classroom.
People always sat at the back of the classroom so they wouldn't be caught by the teacher if they weren't paying attention. Emma just felt more comfortable studying from the back instead of being all the way at the front, where the watchful eyes of the other students bore into her.
One by one, the other students came filing into the classroom as, taking their places at their usual seats.
Mr. Boldman, their Spanish teacher, came strolling in with his leather suitcase in hand. He placed he bag on his desk and straightened his glasses.
Instead of making the whole class stand to greet him like they normally would've, he made everyone stay in their seats.
A girl came walking into the classroom slowly, her eyes fixated on the floor.
Emma noticed the jet black hair and emerald green eyes almost instantly. She realised it was the girl she had hit earlier, the guilt overwhelming her immediately.
"Class, this is our new student, Olivia Ash Jauregui. Please show her your warmest forms of welcome and we can get started with the lesson."
Olivia Jauregui. Olivia Fucking Jauregui. The girl Emma had hit just happened to be the same girl that had helped her out in the bathroom, the same girl that she was unexpectedly falling for.
Could her day get any worse?
Emma's self-directed question was answered soon enough.
When the whole class was done introducing themselves — Emma excluded, because she chose not to — Mr. Boldman pointed to the seat beside her.
"You can sit there at the back of the class, I'm sorry but it's the only available seat we've got," he said.
Olivia looked at the back of the classroom and her eyes met Emma's, before looking away quickly.
She was probably afraid that something bad might happen to her. Emma felt another pang of guilt wash over her.
Olivia gulped. "N-No, it's fine, I can sit there," she willed herself to walk towards the empty seat and placed her bag on the floor, taking out her textbook and opening it to the page Mr. Boldman had written on the board.
She kept her eyes fixated on the board and the teacher, sometimes scribbling down notes in her textbook.
Emma, on the other hand, couldn't pay attention at all.
How had it been that the girl she liked had to be the same girl she had to act like she hated?
"Class, turn to page 135 of your textbooks." Mr. Boldman instructed pausing to look around the classroom.
His eyes landed on Lauren.
"Ms. Jauregui, could you do us a favour and read the poem out for us?"
The green-eyed girl nodded and stood up.
Bella,
como en la piedra fresca
del manantial, el agua
abre un ancho relámpago de espuma,
así es la sonrisa en tu rostro,
bella. [Translation: Lovely one,
just as on the cool stone
of the spring, the water
opens a wide flash of foam,
so is the smile of your face,
lovely one.]
Bella,
de finas manos y delgados pies
como un caballito de plata,
andando, flor del mundo,
así te veo,
bella. [Translation: Lovely one,
with delicate hands and slender feet
like a silver pony,
walking, flower of the world,
thus I see you,
lovely one.]
Bella,
con un nido de cobre enmarañado
en tu cabeza, un nido
color de miel sombría
donde mi corazón arde y reposa,
bella. [Translation:  Lovely one,
with a nest of copper entangled
on your head, a nest
the color of dark honey
where my heart burns and rests,
lovely one.]
Mr. Boldman raised his hand, a signal to let Olivia know she could stop. Olivia bowed slightly and sat down, not noticing the rest of the class staring at her in awe.
"Ms. Jensen, would you please continue from where Ms. Jauregui left off?" Emma realised he hasn't used her first name; and she was thankful for that. It was probably better if Olivia didn't know who she really was just yet.
She stood up and read the poem, just as Olivia previously had.
Bella,
no te caben los ojos en la cara,
no te caben los ojos en la tierra.
Hay países, hay ríos,
en tus ojos,
mi patria está en tus ojos,
yo camino por ellos,
ellos dan luz al mundo
por donde yo camino,
bella. [Translation:
Lovely one,
your eyes are too big for your face,
your eyes are too big for the earth.
There are countries, there are rivers,
in your eyes,
my country as In your eyes,
I walk through them,
they light the world
through which I walk,
lovely one.]
Bella,
tus senos son como dos panes hechos
de tierra cereal y luna de oro,
bella. [Translation: Lovely one,
your breasts are like two loaves made of grainy earth and golden moon, lovely one.]
Emma felt her cheeks flush as she read that stanza of the poem, but she urged herself to go on.
Bella,
tu cintura
la hizo mi brazo como un río cuando
pasó mil años por tu dulce cuerpo,
bella. [Translation: Lovely one,
your waist,
my arm shaped it like a river when
it flowed a thousand years through your sweet body,
lovely one.]
Mr. Boldman stopped her as well, nodding his head in approval. "Ms. Jauregui, Ms. Jensen, the two of you have exceptional traces of Spanish. Do you come from Spanish blood, perhaps?" he questioned. He two girls nodded at the same time.
"I'm Cuban-Mexican," Emma answered, Olivia speaking right after her.
"I'm Cuban-American," Mr. Boldman nodded his head once more in approval.
"That's a pleasure to hear, girls. I'll read the rest of the poem, thank you for reading the first half of it," he commended.
The bell signalling five minutes to the end of the period rang just as their teacher finished analysing the rest of the poem.
Mr. Boldman sighed. "Well, it seems like I wouldn't be getting much else done today. Right, as students taking Spanish Literature, I expect you to be able to dissect and annotate the other poems yourselves. So, here's this week's homework. You will be in pairs and have to do a review on this poem based on what we've done in class today."
One by one, Mr. Boldman struck off the names of the students he had already assigned a partner to. Before he knew it, he was only left with the names of two girls.
Olivia Jauregui and Emma Jensen.
He closed his notebook and looked at the two girls. "Well, it seems like the two of you will be paired up together. I hope you do take good care of her, Ms. Jensen. Show her around school, make her feel comfortable, yeah?" Emma nodded.
"Very well." Mr. Boldman turned his attention back to the rest of the class. "Class dismissed."
The students streamed out of the classroom and went their separate ways.
"So," Emma turned to Olivia, a wave of confidence coming over her.
"Would you like to come over today to get started on this project?"

"I fall in love more and more with every breath you take."

That was huge news!
Y, from who knows when, became a symbol of mystery. One by one they appeared out of nowhere, all of them amazing on their own right, yet none of them showed their faces.
At that moment, the Y-God that was hidden within the darkness finally decided to turn on the lights?
That news took over at full force, like a storm washing through the entire stream, attracting countless viewers.
Finally, with a "click", Y-God's stream turned bright!
In front of the screen, was a person wearing Superman Y's mask…
[F*ck! I've got my pants off, and this is what you show me?]
[Damn it! You beast, cheating my feelings!]
[Woe is me. I came here excited, yet return home sad.]
[Please don't be depressed guys. At least we gained something. We got to see Y-God's slender fingers, his strong broad shoulders, that sexy adam's apple, and those eyes filled with emotions…]
[Bootlicker, you're disgusting!]
[It seems like Y-God is not that old. I guess he is quite the handsome one. Regardless, this is better than a black screen.]
…
Comments flew everywhere. Ye Lingchen coughed lightly, saying "Since we're all called Y, it's fated. I'll be borrowing this Superman Y mask for a while. I hope that Superman Y won't get offended."
[Superman Y: I take offense! Take it down immediately!]
[I beg for Superman Y to appear and take that mask off Y-God!]
The entire stream turned extra lively. It would seem that Ye Lingchen had achieved his desired effect.
He had already guessed that his changing of the streaming content would cause him to lose several viewers. That was unavoidable, hence the skit he came up with. The effect was better than he had anticipated. At least the viewers in the stream were increasing rather than decreasing. Next up was to keep them there using the stream content!
[It was a time where heroes rose up in droves, of confusing historical records. It's an interesting topic. Historical records, wild myths, romanticization, and TV adaptations. Each era had its focal points, and each composition described the scene differently. Fact and fiction were indistinguishable, success and failures were similarly doubtful. Telling a story with the characters, with the characters we relive history, with history we talk about culture, and with culture we study human nature. Next, I present to all of you—Study of the Three Kingdoms by Y-God!]
The charming voice slowly went on, stirring the hearts of the viewers watching the stream, indicating the start of the show.
Listening to the intro, they felt that it might be somewhat interesting. Everyone felt a sense of historical majesty coming their way.
'This seems different from the average history lessons. Perhaps I should give it a try?'
Some of the viewers that wanted to leave hesitated and chose to stay back and listen instead.
Meanwhile, somewhere out there, an elderly man was frowning as he watched his grandson in the room, letting out a heavy sigh.
Grandparents would always spoil the kids. He felt a little regret for spoiling his grandson so much. At that point, he could not bear to hit, nor scold him.
Every time the grandson came home, he would hide in the room, either gaming or watching some live stream. As such activities wasted lots of time, his results had gradually deteriorated. That caused the elderly man to feel helpless.
As a history professor, his grandson did not have a shred of interest in history. Furthermore, he was failing all his history exams. That hurt the elderly man's heart and smeared his reputation, to the extent that many of his colleagues would make fun of him for it.
After a moment's consideration, he finally gritted his teeth as he steeled his heart and entered his grandson's room.
"Little Feng, are you watching that supernatural live stream again?" asked the elderly man, testing the waters. "You should spend less time on those things and use them to study instead."
Little Feng quickly turned over to look at him. "Gramps, the previous supernatural live stream has ended. I'm now learning history."
"Learning history?" The elderly man was caught off guard, approaching with disbelief.
All he could hear was Ye Lingchen's voice drifting over. [When it comes to the Three Kingdoms, we will remember the famed Battle of the Red Cliffs. As for the Battle of the Red Cliffs, we will be reminded of Su Dongbo's famous poem, Memories of the Red Cliffs[1]—The great river with piling waves flows Eastward, carrying along the gallant souls of the remote bygone days...Life is just a dream. Allow me to libate a drink to the moonwake.[2]
From the magnificence of this poem, it showed us the heroic spirit and romance during the times of the Three Kingdoms. With that, we can imagine the glory of that era.]
From the sound of it, it did sound like the Three Kingdoms.
The elderly man felt a shiver run through him and immediately took a seat.
He lacked confidence in the live stream and needed to confirm the authenticity of its contents. He must not let his grandson be misled. However, looking at his grandson overflowing with excitement, he could not help but feel slightly comforted.
That was a good starting point!
'This history narrator is quite interesting.'
Unlike other history narrators, Ye Lingchen did not narrate it according to the timeline and development. Instead, he cut in straight from the Memories of the Red Cliffs, grabbing onto the interest of his audience before he started his narration.
[After reading this poem, I can't help but tie it to Mr. Zhou in the poem. The Mr. Zhou that turned boats and ships into ashes was none other than Zhou Yu!]
The elderly man's eyes brightened. To cut into this point from the poem was a good call.
He could not help but grow more interested as he listened.
[I believe that Zhou Yu is no stranger to everyone. When we talk about him, most would think of him as a petty person, therefore leading to an overwhelming number of scandals. For example—"Zhou Yu's three defeats", "Why would the heavens conceive of Zhuge Liang when I, Zhou Yu is here", "Zhou Yu's foiled plans, losing the wife and the battle". These phrases turned into proverbs and are used in our daily lives. However, in truth...that was not the case!]
'Scandals?'
Some viewers could not help but laugh. 'Can history be taught this way?'
However, following that, a frown appeared on their faces. They have heard of the proverbs that Ye Lingchen mentioned, but all the things they have known all these while were just upended by Y-God in an instant? What was going on?
They wanted to continue listening.
The elderly man made a frown as well and was met with his grandson's question. "Grandpa, I've heard of these phrases before. Are they really like that?"
"Let's continue listening first," answered the elderly man, not refuting Ye Lingchen on the spot as he watched the hunger for knowledge shown on his grandson's face.
Ignoring the doubtful comments, Ye Lingchen continued to narrate with a calm voice.
[Zhou Yu was elected as a military officer of Jianwei by Sun Ce at age 24. Within the Wu army, he was known as Zhou Lang. Everyone in that region called him Zhou Lang at that time. "Lang" also meant kid. During that time, addressing someone in that fashion was meant as a praise for his appearance, resulting in the name to mean Handsome Zhou.]
'Handsome Zhou?'
Many viewers laughed in front of their computers. This history lesson was just too interesting. It was filled with a modern twist in every aspect!
Casual with a hint of mischief.
With an amazing opening, interesting style, and unorthodox approach, he managed to grab hold of the viewer's hearts, cultivating their interest to continue listening…
[1] 赤壁怀古 (Sentiments of the Red Cliffs / Remembrance of the Tale of the Crimson Cliff) - If you are interested in the full translation of this poem, please visit this site for the complete translation. Do note that our translation may be different. https://28utscprojects.wordpress.com/2011/03/01/%E8%8B%B1%E8%AD%AF-%E8%98%87%E8%BB%BE-%E5%BF%B5%E5%A5%B4%E5%AC%8C%EF%BC%88%E8%B5%A4%E5%A3%81%E6%87%B7%E5%8F%A4%EF%BC%89/
[2] 江月 (river moon / the moon's reflection on the river) - We have decided to go poetic and make use of the term moonwake (synonym moonglade, but that might be confused with the World of Warcraft location). Taken from Wiktionary.


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

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After William Caxton introduced the printing press in England in 1476, vernacular literature flourished.[29] The Reformation inspired the production of vernacular liturgy which led to the Book of Common Prayer (1549), a lasting influence on literary language. The English Renaissance was a cultural and artistic movement in England dating from the late 15th to the 17th century. It is associated with the pan-European Renaissance that is usually regarded as beginning in Italy in the late 14th century. Like most of northern Europe, England saw little of these developments until more than a century later. Renaissance style and ideas were slow in penetrating England, and the Elizabethan era in the second half of the 16th century is usually regarded as the height of the English Renaissance.[38]

This Italian influence can also be found in the poetry of Thomas Wyatt (1503–42), one of the earliest English Renaissance poets. He was responsible for many innovations in English poetry, and alongside Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1516/1517–47) introduced the sonnet from Italy into England in the early 16th century.[39][40][41]

Elizabethan period (1558–1603)


Poetry

Edmund Spenser (c. 1552–99) was one of the most important poets of the Elizabethan period, author of The Faerie Queene (1590 and 1596), an epic poem and fantastical allegory celebrating the Tudor dynasty and Elizabeth I. Another major figure, Sir Philip Sidney (1554–86), was an English poet, whose works include Astrophel and Stella, The Defence of Poetry, and The Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia. Poems intended to be set to music as songs, such as those by Thomas Campion (1567–1620), became popular as printed literature was disseminated more widely in households.

Drama

Among the earliest Elizabethan plays are Gorboduc (1561) by Sackville and Norton, and Thomas Kyd's (1558–94) The Spanish Tragedy (1592). Gorboducis notable especially as the first verse drama in English to employ blank verse, and for the way it developed elements, from the earlier morality plays and Senecan tragedy, in the direction which would be followed by later playwrights.[42] The Spanish Tragedy[43]is an Elizabethan tragedy written by Thomas Kyd between 1582 and 1592, which was popular and influential in its time, and established a new genre in English literature theatre, the revenge play.[44]


William Shakespeare (1564–1616) stands out in this period as a poet and playwright as yet unsurpassed. Shakespeare wrote plays in a variety of genres, including histories (such as Richard III and Henry IV), tragedies (such as Hamlet, Othello, and Macbeth, comedies (such as Midsummer Night's Dream, As You Like It, and Twelfth Night) and the late romances, or tragicomedies. Shakespeare's career continues in the Jacobean period.

Other important figures in Elizabethan theatre include Christopher Marlowe, and Ben Jonson, Thomas Dekker, John Fletcher and Francis Beaumont.

Jacobean period (1603–1625)

In the early 17th century Shakespeare wrote the so-called "problem plays", as well as a number of his best known tragedies, including Macbeth and King Lear.[45] In his final period, Shakespeare turned to romance or tragicomedy and completed three more major plays, including The Tempest. Less bleak than the tragedies, these four plays are graver in tone than the comedies of the 1590s, but they end with reconciliation and the forgiveness of potentially tragic errors.[46]

After Shakespeare's death, the poet and dramatist Ben Jonson (1572–1637) was the leading literary figure of the Jacobean era. Jonson's aesthetics hark back to the Middle Ages and his characters embody the theory of humours, which was based on contemporary medical theory.[47]Jonson's comedies include Volpone(1605 or 1606)) and Bartholomew Fair(1614). Others who followed Jonson's style include Beaumont and Fletcher, who wrote the popular comedy, The Knight of the Burning Pestle (probably 1607–08), a satire of the rising middle class.[48]

Another popular style of theatre during Jacobean times was the revenge play, which was popularized in the Elizabethan era by Thomas Kyd (1558–94), and then further developed later by John Webster (?1578-?1632), The White Devil (1612) and The Duchess of Malfi(1613). Other revenge tragedies include The Changeling written by Thomas Middleton and William Rowley.[49]

Poetry

George Chapman (c. 1559- c. 1634) is remembered chiefly for his famous translation in 1616 of Homer's Iliad and Odyssey into English verse.[50] This was the first ever complete translations of either poem into the English language. The translation had a profound influence on English literature and inspired John Keats's famous sonnet "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer" (1816).

Shakespeare popularized the English sonnet, which made significant changes to Petrarch's model. A collection of 154 by sonnets, dealing with themes such as the passage of time, love, beauty and mortality, were first published in a 1609 quarto.

Besides Shakespeare and Ben Jonson, the major poets of the early 17th century included the Metaphysical poets: John Donne (1572–1631), George Herbert(1593–1633), Henry Vaughan, Andrew Marvell, and Richard Crashaw.[51] Their style was characterized by wit and metaphysical conceits, that is far-fetched or unusual similes or metaphors.[52]

Prose

The most important prose work of the early 17th century was the King James Bible. This, one of the most massive translation projects in the history of English up to this time, was started in 1604 and completed in 1611. This represents the culmination of a tradition of Bible translation into English that began with the work of William Tyndale, and it became the standard Bible of the Church of England.

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