A book of poems that I made for fun. Each poem is different so if you dislike one then just know there are many different types. The newest poems are better then the older poems.

The carriages reached the academy. The first carriage headed to the right while the second and third carriage headed to the left. There was a differentiation in the academy for both boys and girls, one is in the building at the right while the other one is in the building on the left.
Wei Liuying leaned to the window and peeked out. The buildings that were designed for women were bright in color. It was a large two-story building with a size that was capable of holding a thousand people or so inside. Some women had come out as they giggled around the area.
"We've arrived."
"I'm first," Wei Zilin said succinctly and alighted down the carriage. Her servant was already ready to help her out.
On the other hand, Wei Liuying was not in a hurry. She waited patiently until her sister had come out before she alighted down. Her dress fluttered slightly along with her movement, but it was done elegantly.
Learning how to walk was one of the few things that noble girls have to do. Wei Liuying had learned martial arts with her brother, so it was not that hard for her to adapt to the change in pace that she needed to do when studying in the academy. However, her walking was still a bit stiff at times because she had gotten used to men's style.
Tep.
As Wei Liuying stepped out, her gaze swept over the area. Her clear black eyes scanned her surroundings carefully as if she wished to engrave everything to her mind. It was a picturesque scene with a beauty standing with an exquisite carriage behind her.
"Miss, it's almost time for class," Xiao Qing reminded.
Wei Liuying slightly nodded and turned around slowly. Even though her movements were slow, it was the picture of elegance.
There were many other noble ladies in the academy, but they all avoided Wei Liuying. Some of them greeted Wei Zilin and laughed together, but not a single one of them wanted to stay with Wei Liuying.
However, she didn't care.
It was always like this.
Servants were not allowed to come inside, so Wei Liuying had to enter by herself. Her steps were making a steady pace as she headed inside. Her chin was lifted up as her gaze swept the classroom. It was a big classroom, but there were only twenty to thirty young ladies who came to study here.
Most of them didn't even bother to attend the academy because it was expensive. Besides, the only reason why the academy was built was in order to let these ladies meet with each other regardless of their status. Officials all have a different status, but as long as they have enough money, they could send their children to the academy.
Those who couldn't attend will have to be satisfied with either calling the teacher or the parents teaching their children by themselves.
Wei Liuying picked a seat on the back and silently took out her poetry book. It was filled with many poetries that were compiled from Emperor Gao's era. It was also the book that they have to memorize.
"Everyone, quiet down," a woman in her middle age ordered as she walked into the class. Everyone quickly closed their mouth as they put their attention to the front of the class. The teacher was quite strict, and no one wanted to be the one to receive the bad end from this teacher today.
She smiled. "I remember assigning you all to read and memorize 108 Poetry from the poem compilation of Emperor Gao's reign. Now, put your books away, and I want you to recite two poems that you remember from the book. No one is allowed to recite the same poems as the others. Remember, I also want you to recite with heart and not only reading words."
"Yes."
With that, they all began to recite one by one. On the back, Wei Liuying silently thought to herself when she listened. Before long, all the poems that she had read and memorized were already uttered out.
'Great, I don't remember the rest anymore.'
As more and more ladies have already recited theirs, the few who sat on the back were now in a difficult position. They couldn't remember any poem that the others hadn't recited.
"Teacher You, I really don't know the others," one student said with a beet red face.
Teacher You frowned. She turned her head to the other four students, including Wei Liuying. However, each of them shook their heads. The reason why they all picked the back seat was simply because they were all unable to follow the class well.
"This is only the beginning, and you already can't answer?" Teacher You scowled.
"I'm sorry, Teacher."
Examination occurred in Winter, which was just a few days ago. The only reason why they were still told to come to the academy was simply in order to have some review because next year, they would have a different teacher. Some teachers used the last week to have fun, but some teachers like this often made use of this time to teach more lessons to the students.
Teacher You's gaze landed on Wei Liuying, who had the highest status among the last few students. In the examination back then, Wei Liuying scored the lowest, barely passable because of how poor it was.
"Third Miss Wei, can't you answer?"
Wei Liuying's eyes flickered. "I'm sorry, Teacher You, but I don't remember any other poems."
Some girls snickered while the rest hushed them up. The highest position among the officials were either chancellors or prime ministers. Wei Hong, Wei Liuying's father, was the Prime Minister of Right, which was a very high position. Because of that, his children were all in the limelight.
However, Wei Liuying continued to make his heart boil in anger over and over again. It was to the point that he had utterly given up on her and no longer cared about her. However, in front of an outsider, she was simply the disgrace of the Wei Family.
Teacher You frowned. "Since you can't remember, then you should copy the entire poem book. Before you finish, you're not allowed to go home."
"Yes, Teacher You."
A female servant came to bring some bamboo scrolls for Wei Liuying. She picked it and started to copy with her head down, completely disregarding everything that occurred around her. She had long known that it was impossible for her to be good in two studies at the same time. She had to focus on one and forgot about the other one.
Teacher You turned her head and looked at Wei Zilin. "In that case, Second Miss Wei, can you recite another poem?"
"Of course," Wei Zilin replied energetically and stood up. She positioned herself before fluent words flowed out of her mouth. It was clear that she must have spent a long time just in order to study yesterday.
Afterwards, Teacher You pointed to several others, and in the end, only a few of them managed to memorize all 108 poems. Of course, it all didn't have anything to do with Wei Liuying, who was busy copying all the poems from the book.
No one cared for her either.

“Future will only set in stone when it becomes the present.”

Wei Liuying is a concubine daughter in Prime Minister’s Residence. A lowly existence with barely anyone who cares for her. She had to rely on her wits and manipulate others to stay alive.

When the main daughter suddenly changed overnight, the others were dragged to keep up with her pace. Wei Liuying was no exception, and she had to adapt to the sudden power structure’s shift inside the residence.
The main daughter laughed and looked at her with contempt, “Trying to scheme at me who knows everything like the back of my hand? You’re nothing more than a villain who’ll die a miserable death.”

When the only one who cared for her was harmed by her father and so-called family, Wei Liuying laughed to Heaven as tears trailed on her cheek. 
“If you truly wish for me to be the villain, fine. I’ll be one.”

In the midst of the raging flames of succession’s war and rebellions, Wei Liuying had to stand up for herself and fight for her survival.


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June 3, 2012 – Sunday 10 am – Okuba, Nabla
""""""Dear Payew, 
Congratulations! On behalf of Rinowra School of Ouigab, I am pleased to announce of your admission into the 12th grade for this coming 2012 – 2013 school year.
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Payew, we are excited that you have been accepted to join the Rinowra School Class of 2013. Please review the enclosed 'Checklist' for the next steps needed to make our school a part of your future. If you … """""""
I'm accepted. I'm surprised. Even though I'm the top of my grade in my high school, it's a fact that public schools in general are lacking compared to those high schools for the rich. However, I know I deserve it. Even though I'm from a public high school, I've given extra effort to study and read outside the curriculum to be number 1.
I actually don't care about being number 1 in my school; I just followed Tayaw's advice. Before he went off to college, he said 'Don't just study hard for the sake of studying. Make sure that every lesson on the textbook; know how to apply them in real life.' It was hard at first. If it was how I studied before, I would just memorize things and I'm good. But when I started studying and researching on each subjects, my reading basically multiplied. 
Thankfully, knowing how to apply them to practice made the stuff I read go down easier. The amount of information I also process while studying made me realize I've become smarter. I can connect information easier, and my memory improved as well. While I reduced the time of reading, my time applying the knowledge increased.
"That's the admission letter? Congratulations man." Tayaw said when he saw the letter on my hand. He came for a visit again after coming from Italy as an acclaimed movie director. I can't believe a world famous director is still sleeping in a bunk bed in my bedroom. 
"Yeah. It sounded braggy." I said. "Well. They have the right to. That's why I chose it for you." Tayaw said. 
Instead of applying to the Preparatory High School near dad's auto shop like the family talked about, Tayaw instead had me apply at Rinowra in Ouigab. It's not a boarding school, but still one of the best private high schools in the whole Northern Teungeb.
"mm. That's good. It actually won't make a difference what you study. Just study the way you're doing, and you'll be fine." Tayaw said. He's assuring me, but I'm honestly anxious. 
"Hah. Easy for you to say. I heard they're full of snobby kids from rich families." I said. "Hey. That school is different. They only care about grades. Sure, there may be a lot of rich kids there, but if they worked hard in studying, I bet they did not have the time to learn to be snobby." Tayaw said. 
"I'm jealous of you man. You didn't study hard in high school and now, according to dad, you can now retire if you want to and go for vacation for the rest of your life. I wish I'm an author too." I said. Sincerely, but I hid it in a jesting tone. I know though that I'm not an artist like him. Writing songs, writing books, and making a movie, and I don't even know how to do them even if I'm given millions of BGCs to start. I can say for sure because since Tayaw became a famous author, I've tried writing songs and stories in my spare time. 
"Hey. Play to your strengths. You're book smart and you can apply what you learn in real life. Just look at your garden in the backyard. I would not believe you grew that from just the knowledge you read from books. Look at your old game boy, you fixed it yourself after looking it up on the internet. Not everyone can do that." Tayaw said, which consoled me.
"Strength. Is that why mom and dad don't care if Agew don't get high grades? Making good vases is his strength?" I asked. 
"Exactly. And painting stuff too. He's good with his hands.  Now. Do you like learning things?" Tayaw asked. "Yes. It was fun measuring the area of our lot, how much of it is occupied by the house, how much is spare for other stuff. You know that whe-" "Alright. The point is you're having fun doing it. As long as you're having fun doing something productive, it's good." Tayaw said and went back to fiddling with his laptop. 
Why is he always busy? He's already rich and he just finished a movie. "What are you doing?" I asked out of curiosity. "Oh. I've wrote a lot of songs, but I can't possibly perform them all. I'm writing them down to sell. " Tayaw replied. 'Possibly'? "Just how many songs have you written?" I asked. "I don't know. Thousands? I'm sorting out the best ones." He explained as if it's no big deal.
"thousands… Then that's hundreds of albums, huh?" I read on the internet that an album at least have 7 or 8 songs as long as they're 31 minutes or more combined. "No. It's not that simple. Most of them are not good enough." He said. "So aside from writing books you wrote the lyrics too? How did you write lyrics for thousands of songs?" I asked, overwhelmed by the amount of work it will take. "What? Ah. I've misspoke. The songs I'm talking about are just the music. I've not written lyrics for them yet." He said. 
Still, that's a lot of work. "I see. Is that American band the only people you've sold songs to?" "Sold-.. Yes. They're the only ones for now. Hey. How's your English by the way?" Tayaw asked me suddenly. "It's going okay, I guess. I'm listening to recorded radio shows. I'm making some simple poems to practice too." I said. Whenever I do gardening or walk to and from school, I've recently gotten into radio shows. Aside from that, I also listen to Tayaw's English songs. 
"Poems? What type of poems?" Tayaw asked, showing interest, which he usually doesn't. Now I wish I had not told him about the poems. "They're just for practice. They're not anything special." I said. "Why?" "Well, because it's not formal English. I'm just writing casual stuff to remember new words I learned." I said.
"That's good. That's good. Do you write Teungebian poems too?" He asked, thankfully not insisting. "Yeah. I use them to memorize stuff so they don't really form … coherent stories." I explained. It's fun doing them. Since elementary school, long before I studied using Tayaw's 'apply into practice' style, I always wrote poems to memorize stuff easier instead of acronyms that I always forget. "That's good. Let's say you don't have to use formal writing, and you form coherent stories, can you still write poems?" He asked. Can't he just ask if I can write actual poems?
"Yeah. I think so. I don't know if they're good though. Why?" I asked. "Well, can you let me take a look at your poems?" He brought it up again. I know he will insist or bribe. But I feel guilty whenever he bribes using stuff that are much more valuable than the simple things he wants from me. I also know he doesn't like embarrassing people, so I guess I just have to show him. "Alright." 
A minute later, *flip* *flip* *flip* "hmm… mmm.. mmhhhmm.. hmm? Hmm." basing on his expression, at least he doesn't seem to hate it. "You wanna move in my house at Ouigab?" He suddenly asked. "On August?" I asked. "On August. My bed room is large enough for two beds." He explained. So, he has a house too in Ouigab? He can afford it but he never told mom and dad he bought one. 
"Yeah? Why can't just get a spare room then?" I asked. It's a valid question. If he bought a house, then he definitely bought a large one just like the one he bought in New York. "Well. You know the band I played with in my YouTube Channel? They live with me. We make music." He explained. It makes sense now. At least I know now that he's at least not living alone. He's even living 1,2,3 …  6 people! He's living with more people than he did when he was living here. He's not lonely. 
"Alright! I'll go." I'm excited. It's only two months and I can't wait. 
"You're 16 now. Had your driver's license yet?" He asked. "YEAHP. But.. Dad doesn't allow me to drive by myself when I drive here to and from his workshop in Jebung … He gets yell-y too, but I get why." I said. "Hmm? That's a long drive. SO you're driving to his workshop now huh." He said in surprise. It is understandable. 65 kilometers, more than an hour drive on zig zags is tough. "At first, I would always feel spent. But now, I don't feel as tired." I assured, when I saw the worried look on his face. 
"Alright. Be careful. If you can drive safely without even leaving a scratch on dad's van, I may even buy you a car when you get to Ouigab." He said. I'm gob smacked. I don't even know what to say.

A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment 

Title : Jack of Arts

Synopsis:
Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world.
"Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation"
- Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner
"I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better."
- Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner.
"Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era."
- Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee.

"I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!"
- Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor.




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A ground work for a novel idea in the future.
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English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks

Gu Mengmeng smiled and patted Cole's shoulder lightly. "It's the best if you dare not, after all, it would not be in your favor if I get angry."
After that, Gu Mengmeng walked past Cole and down the platform. Elvis caught her steadily, hugged her into his arms, turned around and left, not caring about anything happening behind them.
Lea kept quiet and followed behind them silently. The group returned to the little stone house Gu Mengmeng was living in.
After they went inside, Lea asked, "Do you… still want the esoterica?"
Gu Mengmeng smiled and said, "Are you interested in the esoterica?"
Lea nodded his head honestly. Gu Mengmeng replied with a 'understood' expression and said, "I was actually lying when I said I was able to memorize the three hundred poems, but of course I am able to recite the more famous ones. The two that Leader Cole tested me today was coincidentally the ones I know. I stopped him from continue asking because I was scared he might test some unknown ones that I couldn't recite… But if you are interested, I can teach you on the way when I teach it to the Hede brothers."
Gu Mengmeng sat on the bed and felt it was really funny after thinking over it. She waved to Elvis and Lea and said, "Now I finally knew why the previous Messenger would say 'the real Messenger of the Beast Deity would definitely know the content of the esoterica'. In our place, all the kids in kindergartens would know these poems, even those that are weaker in their studies would definitely memorize these few. So, I finally believed when you said I am the Messenger of the Beast Deity.
Lea and Elvis looked at each other and they exchanged a glance.
Lea asked, "What are you going to do next?"
Gu Mengmeng shrugged her shoulders and said, "I will participate in the beauty pageant and bring back those that I met eyes with."
Lea frowned and said, "Today you straightforwardly said that you are not willing to stay in Sauder on stage, I am afraid Cole might not let go of you so easily."
Gu Mengmeng thought for a while before replying, "But I feel that he is quite a gentleman and unlikely to do horrible things.
Lea let out a bitter laugh and said, "Have you forgotten? The snow foxes are the best at reading people's minds, this type of camouflage is nothing to him."
Gu Mengmeng thought, someone that would worship a "300 Poems of the Tang Dynasty" for a thousand years…
Gu Mengmeng smiled, patted on Lea's shoulder and said, "Don't be too worried, there is always a solution to a problem. My identity was announced in front of everyone, now that the whole world's eyes are on Sauder, his life would be harder than anyone if something happens to me in Sauder. Hence, he should not have the courage to go hard on me. If he really did thought of doing something dirty to us… Ha, what to do if I accidentally burn down his Sauder in a bad mood?"
Looking at Gu Mengmeng being so optimistic, Lea did not comment any further.
Some things were meant for the males to take care of.
It was the best for her to remain this happy and worry-free forever.
The beauty pageant was three days after Gu Mengmeng's identity was announced. In these three days, Saint Nazaire became a trending world in everyone's mouths. 
It was meaningless to continue holding this competition, because not only males, even the females that fame to participate in the competition expressed their intents of joining the competition.
In other words, as long as Gu Mengmeng nod her head, everyone in Sauder now could be brought back to Saint Nazaire all together.
Was there still a need… for the beauty pageant?


Going for a swim, she ends up in an ancient wild Beast World and ends up being brought home by a handsome wolf.
She wants to stick to the handsome wolf, stock some salt, farm some land, look at some handsome men and grow old like that, but the handsome wolf pounces on her every day.
What? He wants her to have babies?
NO~ NO~ NO~ There is no happy ending to interspecies marriages, hurry and let go of me handsome wolf~

[Mini Story]
"Wolf King, Wolf King, the Queen said that the eyes of the merman prince are as beautiful as the stars in the sky."
"Yes, they’re beautiful indeed, dig them out and send them to the Queen."

"Wolf King, Wolf King, the Queen said that the First Beauty in the tribe, the snake princess’s skin has a unique and fine texture."
"Yes, it’s unique indeed, rip that snake princess's skin off and send it to the Queen."

"Wolf King, Wolf King, the Queen said that the Wolf King is impressively-looking, the world’s one and only."
"What’re you waiting for? Quickly send me to the Queen!"


She was a person who had experienced the coldness and warmth of the human world. She would also sincerely repay those who treated her well. She had no reason to accept everything about this body, but she would try her best to accept it. However, the so-called mother, who received the memories, did not have a good relationship with her. Since she was young, if it was not for Qian An.. Perhaps her personality would have been completely distorted.
She didn't do anything wrong when she came and was beaten up by her for no reason. Shui Shui Shui also understood that there were many things that couldn't be forced. Although she didn't understand why this mother treated her daughter this way, she had replaced her original body.. Naturally, she wouldn't be like her original body. She would only stand there and take the beating. She would only silently accept it.
She accepted the memories, but she was actually not her original body, so she wasn't bound by any restrictions. Of course, in modern society, there were many times when she couldn't control herself. Therefore, when she knew that this woman wasn't her biological mother, she was very happy. At least, she could get rid of the restrictions of morality and didn't need to be bound by superficial morality.
It was time for class. Shui Shui was still thinking about it, but her gaze was already on the textbook.
The language teacher's class was extremely boring. Many people started to wander off, and Shui Shui was no exception. This was because she was really not interested in the arts. She took the ancient poems that she had to memorize and began to memorize those ancient poems. She memorized two of them every day.
The language teacher was not in a good mood today. Seeing that so many people were not listening to the class, she was a little angry "everyone, pay attention. The Arts class this time is not very ideal. Why don't you all reflect on yourselves? With this class attitude, how can you improve your language skills? "
"Qian Shuishui, do you think it's right for you to not attend class? " Even though you're the top student in your grade, you still have to look at other subjects. You can't be too biased towards subjects. If your language scores go up, it will also increase your marks."The language teacher also hoped that Shui Shui Shui could attend the class She would take the lead.
She called Shui Shui directly to remind everyone.
Shui Shui was also speechless. She was the quietest. As for the others, they were reading extra-curricular books, playing with their phones, and others were doing other things. Why did they have to call her? was there a need for that Moreover, the information she was looking at was the ancient poems and classical Chinese from the college entrance examination.
"although I have other things to do, the things I'm looking at are related to Chinese. This can also improve my Chinese score. " Shui Shui thought so, but her words were more tactful, and she tried to use a gentle tone She wanted to express her attitude towards learning.
It was impossible for her to be completely focused during every class. Moreover, she really felt very awkward and bored in the Liberal Arts. It was normal for her to be biased. In her previous life, her bias was even more serious, but in this life, it was much better.
The teacher walked down from the podium and picked up Shui Shui's information to read. "En, it is indeed related to ancient poetry and classical Chinese. If you read it, do you think you can learn more? Why don't you use the time after class to memorize it? Wouldn't that be better? "
Shui Shui didn't say anything. She couldn't say it because if she continued, it would make the language teacher feel embarrassed, so she could only remain silent.
Some people in the class were gloating, while others felt that Qian Shuishui was very innocent. who asked Qian Shuishui to be number one in the grade Therefore, she became the focus of the teachers'training. No one was perfect. Qian Shuishui was also good at science. Her liberal arts was average. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't outstanding either. In this exam, Shui Shui scored 130 points in Chinese and more than half of her score was deducted from her composition. This kind of score couldn't be considered bad. Her score for history and politics was around 70. As for geography, it just so happened to be 70 points. The highest score for Liberal Arts was around 90 points Therefore, her score wasn't good enough. It just so happened that science was difficult. The average score for science wasn't ideal. However, Shui Shui got full marks directly, which made up for the gap in the liberal arts.
After the teacher finished talking about Shui Shui, she did not continue because Shui Shui did not speak. She thought Shui Shui had listened to her. She continued to attend her own class. Some people who went too far would be called out directly.
Shui Shui continued to memorize ancient poems and classical Chinese. It was really boring. It was hard for her to say that she was serious about learning Chinese. For some reason, she was not interested in liberal arts and did not want to spend too much time on it. She had thought about taking it seriously before, but it was useless. If she did not like it, she did not like it. She could not force it.
She did not deliberately say that she wanted to get first place. If she could get it, she would get it. If she could not get it, it was fine. In any case, in science, she would fight for it if she could.
People were ambitious. She did not like to hide her weaknesses, so she went straight to her goal.
After the Chinese class ended, many people began to complain. "Is the teacher having menopause and having such a bad temper? "
"She even mentioned Qian Shuishui. I think Qian Shuishui's Chinese scores aren't bad either. 130 points. The highest score in our class is only 132. " She felt that the teacher's scolding of Shui Shui was also baffling.
"Shui Shui, what do you think? " They asked Shui Shui.
Shui Shui was embarrassed. "I don't think it matters. After all, the teacher didn't deliberately target me. She's under a lot of pressure. You guys don't have to care too much. The Chinese teacher has always been more serious. "
She didn't care. If she was scolded, so be it. Anyway, it wouldn't affect her. Besides, the teacher couldn't possibly say that it was intentional. She really wanted her to listen to the class seriously and let her lead the class, but she really couldn't do anything about it.
From Shui Shui's tone, it seemed to be very pretentious, but in fact, it was very real. Everyone believed it because Shui Shui had always been like this. She would do whatever she was supposed to do. The teacher also favored Shui Shui more, but she was still like this. She hadn't changed, and only then did she realize.. She spoke more directly and felt that her words were very mature. She wouldn't completely side with anyone.
In a while, the physics class was about to begin. The teacher came and began to organize the students "The school believes that all of you should also participate in remedial classes. However, it also depends on your wishes. The students of the key classes must also participate in remedial classes. If you don't want the gap to be too big, I suggest that all of you also participate in remedial classes. "
There was a wave of plaintive voices because everyone did not want to participate in remedial classes.
Shui Shui was called out by the physics teacher, "Qian Shuishui, do you think that you should participate in remedial classes? "
Asking her again It was awkward. The other students were also speechless. The teachers loved to find Qian Shuishui to talk about it.
Shui Shui stood up. That would be troublesome now. "Uh, teacher, it's not very good to ask me this question. "
"You got first place, but the pressure you brought to the key classes, they will definitely work harder. At that time, what should you do? " The physics teacher continued to ask Shui Shui.
"Of course, when they are working hard, I am also working hard. I can't guarantee that I won't be inferior to others, but I don't want to waste time on making up lessons since it's more efficient for me to learn on my own. Of course, I can only speak for myself."Shui Shui had a good relationship with the physics teacher So, she directly revealed her thoughts. How should I put it? She had discussed it in private before, and she also indicated that the time she spent on physics was longer than any other subject.
She hoped that the teacher would stop calling her names and asking for her opinion.


She was a combination of a high iq scholar and a black-bellied prince charming. She was a one-on-one, two-on-one, two-on-one, absolutely refreshing, and she was welcome to jump into the pit.
She was a young and famous physicist from a future world.
He was the eldest son of a modern wealthy family.
When she was in a plane crash and became a modern-day second-generation girl, she was proficient in drinking. She was also ranked last in her studies. At home, her elder sister did not love her, her younger brother hated her, and her parents did not care.
In the circle of Friends of the rich second generation, they also looked down on this idiot.
He was noble and elegant, the idol of all women.
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad student, and her mind was empty every day.
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad girl, playing with boys'emotions
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad girl, and she was good at eating, drinking, and playing.
Then please tell me, who is this woman in front of me, leisurely drinking coffee, and reading the physics report in a foreign language with great interest?

When Ren Baqian woke up, it was already early morning. After taking a look at the first glimmer of light outside the window, Ren Baqian lay back down on the bed for a very long time before getting up.
Today was the engagement day between Chen Qing and Jiang Nan. No matter what, he had to attend their engagement feast.
Inside his wardrobe, the suits that he previously wore to work could no longer be worn. Ren Baqian took some body measurements and realized he had become heavier by at least 6 kilograms. He used to weigh 71 kilograms. Now, he weighed approximately 77 kilograms.
He ate meat for almost every meal in that world. It was no wonder that he became heavier.
On Earth, his physique was just right, not too shabby. However, in Dayao, he was frail and weak like a chicken—according to Caretaker Shi.
He put on a random shirt, went out to have his breakfast, and went to buy a blue-colored suit. He spent a few thousand yuan on the new set of clothing. It wasn't considered too expensive, and it fit him very well.
 Following which, he gave Chen Qing a call and asked about the time of the engagement feast.
When he knew it was set at night, he went to the supermarket and bought a heap of White Rabbit Creamy Candies and various types of chocolates. He spent roughly 2000 yuan on 8 kilograms of White Rabbit Creamy Candies and the chocolates.
After stuffing these things into the boot of his car, Ren Baqian went to buy a copy of Three Hundred Tang Poems and Three Hundred Song Poems.
The empress had personally given him the task ,and he did not dare to be negligent about it. He had to memorize the poems so that he could attack whoever that dared to show off to him.
After driving back home to drop off the things he bought, Ren Baqian lay on the sofa and moaned. He felt that the sofa on Earth was much more comfortable and softer than the stool in that world.
He still could not make a sofa yet. After all, it would still take some more time before the leather was ready. The leather would take approximately eight to ten days before it was ready. When the leather was ready, he would make one sofa and gift it to the empress. Then, he would make one for himself and placed it in his house [his house in the other world]. With a sofa in the house, he could find somewhere to lie on at night.
After lying on the sofa for a while, he got up and charged the stun baton. Subsequently, he uploaded the photos from his camera onto his computer. Then, he registered a new Weibo account, named it "The New Life in The Strange World", and uploaded the photos of Tiantian and Gungun onto it.
 There were photos of them sleeping, playing, rolling about, and hugging his legs. He uploaded a total of thirty photos.
He had uploaded a few photos of sceneries that he deemed not bad as well.
He did not care whether or not would people take note of the photos he uploaded onto Weibo. To him, these photos were records of his life in the strange world.
After uploading the photos onto Weibo, Ren Baqian took out Three Hundred Tang Poems and began to recite the poems silently. If he wanted to keep those people's ego in check, he had to know these poems by heart.
A month's time was neither too long nor too short. One day in that world was equivalent to three days on Earth. He got to return to Earth from that world roughly seven times a month. As such, the time he had in the two worlds added up to be approximately half a month.
 However, he was still short on time. He had to work hard to keep those people's ego in check.
Wait, did he remember something wrongly? A streak of light flashed across Ren Baqian's mind. He realized something was amiss.
First, there was still one month before the empress's birthday. Caretaker Shi said it was approximately one month to the empress's birthday. He did not say it was exactly one month's time.
Second, a feudal society wasn't the same as a modern society. The means of transport in that world weren't developed. Ordinary people usually did not travel far away from their homes. Every time they had to travel far, they would take up ten days to half a month to do so. Furthermore, this was travelling within the country. For a huge event like the empress's birthday, they would certainly set off earlier. There was an eighty percent chance that they would arrive earlier. It was normal that they would arrive ten days to half a month earlier.
Ren Baqian did not have much time left. If they were to arrive one month earlier, he would only have enough time to take a quick look at the poetry books.
Time wasn't just running short, he was basically in a desperate situation.
When Ren Baqian thought of this, he jumped up from the sofa. For the whole afternoon, he tried to memorize the poems in the book. He did not even work so hard during the final year at university.
 The last time he possessed such a degree of diligence was when he was studying for university entrance examinations.
After half of the day was gone, Ren Baqian then put down the book with his head spinning. After resting for a while, he changed his clothes and headed to the restaurant where the engagement feast between Chen Qing and Jiang Nan was being held.
When he reached the entrance, he saw Chen Qing wearing a red-colored suit and Jiang Nan wearing a red-colored qipao. Both of them were merrily receiving the guests at the entrance.
Chen Qing came from a rich family. Even though Jiang Nan's family wasn't as wealthy as Chen Qing's, her parents were university professors. She still came from a literary family after all. Standing there, both of them looked extremely compatible.
Yes, Jiang Nan wasn't extraordinarily pretty, but she possessed an extremely tranquil charm.
When Chen Qing saw Ren Baqian, he smiled and stepped forward to give him a hug.
"My presence itself is your gift. What I have, you already have. What I don't have, you still have it," Ren Baqian spread his arms and said. He indeed did not think of giving Chen Qing any present.
"It's hard to even meet up with you nowadays, your attendance alone is enough," Chen Qing patted Ren Baqian's shoulder and said.
Ren Baqian gave a grimace of a pain. Chen Qing did not use a lot of strength but
Ren Baqian's shoulder still felt painful. His shoulder was already swollen after it was patted by Caretaker Shi several times.
"Congratulations, Jiang Nan," Ren Baqian greeted Jiang Nan. "This day has finally arrived."
Jiang Nan's face was filled with bliss. She pursed her lips and smiled, "Thank you, but it has indeed been very long since I last saw you."
"I'm quite busy recently, you should know it," Ren Baqian chuckled and waved his hand.
"Busy with eating? You have fattened up so much."
 Ren Baqian burst into a laughter.
After exchanging greetings, Ren Baqian was led to a table next to the main table.
The two families did not arrange this engagement feast without any restraint. Only close family members and friends were invited. There were roughly four to five tables.
"Little Ren, you have come," Chen Qing's dad greeted Ren Baqian when he saw him.
"Uncle, you can just call me Baqian. Otherwise, every time I'll feel like you're scolding me," Ren Baqian said helplessly.
Hearing these words, Chen Qing's dad laughed heartily.
However, since today was the engagement feast for both families, Chen Qing's dad did not have much time to entertain Ren Baqian. He placed his main focus on familiarizing himself with Jiang Nan's family members.
Ren Baqian sat to one side sipping his tea. He was reciting the poems from Three Hundred Tang Poems in his head, reinforcing his memory.
Subsequently, Ren Baqian went into his own world, looking as though his soul had left his body. Occasionally, he would return to his senses and looked the blissful faces of Chen Qing and Jiang Nan. He felt happy for both of them too.
After attending the engagement feast, Ren Baqian thought about how his mum pushed him to go on a blind date and shook his head lightly.
If his situation did not change, he couldn't find a stable girlfriend.
Ren Baqian walked out of the restaurant and a cold wind blew across his face, causing his neck to shiver and pull back. Today was indeed very cold.
He quickly got onto his car and switched on the heater. Within a short period of time, he felt warmer.
 He drove home, switched on his computer, and checked his newly-created Weibo account. Even though he did not really care if there was anyone checking out his Weibo account, he still hoped someone would see and notice the photos he uploaded.
After all, those were the footprints of him going to that strange world.
After Ren Baqian logged in to his Weibo account, he realized his album had a few hundred likes and ten over comments. He felt slightly happy.
He opened up the comment section and looked at it. Most of the comments were asking him whether or not he worked in a zoo, which zoo he worked in, and etc. Only two comments were directed at his scenery shots. The two comments were asking him about where took the pictures so that they could visit the place too.
Indeed, a national treasure had the most captivating power.[Pandas are often considered national treasure of China.]
The second day, Ren Baqian studied the poetry book for the entire day. During the afternoon, he felt dizzy and that his mind was in a muddle. He threw the poetry book aside, went downstairs, got into his car, and went out for a spin to relax himself. 
He drove aimlessly through the city. As he turned a corner, he saw an unadorned girl carrying several things while walking forward with great effort. He sighed silently in his heart. A few months ago, he was just like her: struggling to survive in the city.
The speed of his car couldn't be considered fast. When he passed her, he turned around to look at her. She looked delicate and pretty. The next second, he found her somewhat familiar.
After thinking for a while, he still couldn't recognize who she was. When he noticed a red-colored hearing air on her ear, he suddenly recalled who she was.
 It was the counter lady with a hearing disability that he had encountered previously in the restaurant. He reckoned that she must have developed the hearing disability when she was very young, causing her not being able to speak. Even though she could hear people talking with the help of the hearing aid, she still lost part of her speaking capability. This caused her voice to be slightly awful and her words to be unclear. As such, even if she could talk, she would choose not to.


In a world where its inhabitants can destroy a city wall single-handedly, the empress has a kirin as her pet, and the imperial palace of Great Xia has a pool containing a dragon. There is also a Sword Mountain where spirit swords occasionally leave in search of a master .

Bootlicking the empress, Ren Baqian ascended to the apex of life.　　

Sheng Yize frowned and one could detect the discontent coming off him.
Seeing how expectant the little woman looked, he pondered the request.
Fine, fine, he would be a generous boyfriend.
"You have one minute," he said in a calm voice.
Wait, your generosity is only worth a minute of conversation?
An Xiaxia felt like crying at that reply.
"Qi Yanxi, I helped you and you're going to thank me for it, right?" An Xiaxia looked at Qi Yanxi.
Qi Yanxi rolled his eyes. "As if watching the two of you get all lovey-dovey isn't enough, I have to thank you now? Little Dummy Xia, you're asking for a lot!"
"Hey! You!" An Xiaxia said grumpily. A cunning look then flickered in her eyes. "Haven't you agreed that you'll play in the basketball game? Sheng Yize, you're playing as well, aren't you?"
Sheng Yize raised an eyebrow and gave her an "of course" look.
He wasn't going to lose out to Qi Yanxi in front of his girlfriend!
"Qi Yanxi, here's what I want you to do: from the start of the training to the actual game, you'll have to do as Sheng Yize tells you, no matter what!" Despite An Xiaxia's adorable smile, Qi Yanxi shuddered at her request.
Shit! This little woman had gone rogue!
"Do you seriously think I'm going to agree to that? In your dreams." There was no way that the second young master of the Qi family was going to humiliate himself and follow the orders of some petty girl!
"Your one minute is up." Sheng Yize was going to drag An Xiaxia away, but she wouldn't let him. "No, he hasn't said yes yet. And he doesn't look convinced…"
Sheng Yize smiled suddenly, which reminded her of the first ray of sunlight after the snow. "Don't worry. I'll beat him until he's convinced! Now, be a good girl and go to bed."
"Oh… Alright…" An Xiaxia nodded, then looked at Sheng Yize earnestly. "In that case, I'm taking you to the hospital for a thorough checkup. You're only playing the game after the doctor clears you for it!"
Sheng Yize smiled again. "Whatever you say."
The two then left, acting all affectionate and sweet, which only made Qi Yanxi all the more miserable on the rooftop.
Not only had he been threatened, he had to stand there and watch the two of them show off their love… 
Damn it. Was there no place left in this world for single people?
He watched enviously as Sheng Yize shooed Snowy away and escorted An Xiaxia off the roof.
The guy was so lucky to have such a nice girl.
He had to be feeling so happy.
-
The next day.
The literature class.
It was taught by their class teacher Bai Ziyue. She was pretty good at her job and the students all followed her lecture attentively.
They were talking about ancient Chinese poems today, which was also the area An Xiaxia received most of Sheng Yize's "torture" in… 
Sheng Yize listened to the teacher quietly, but he could clearly sense the bitter look An Xiaxia shot at him.
"An Xiaxia, which poet is your favorite?" Seeing that An Xiaxia's attention had wandered, Bai Ziyue asked her a question.
An Xiaxia came to herself at this, rose to her feet, and staggered. She had no idea how to answer.
She gave Sheng Yize an inconspicuous tug. Sheng Yize smiled a little and repeated the question for her.
An Xiaxia gave it some thought. "Chen Zi'ang, I think…"
Bai Ziyue was a little surprised. "That's actually not a very popular choice. Only a handful of his poems survived until today and the most famous one is that piece mentioned in the TV drama 'My Fair Princess,' which goes, 'No ancients before me, nor comers from behind. Reflecting on the infinite of heaven and earth, alone, in a sadness sublime, and tears come.' An Xiaxia, can you tell us why you like him?"
An Xiaxia felt like crying. "Because his poems only have a few words and are easy to memorize. And he didn't write poems whenever he was drunk…"
Pfft —
The classroom erupted with laughter.


As an anti-fan of the idol group, Starry Night, An Xiaxia is happy to spend her time online slandering lead singer Sheng Yize. 

But things take an unexpected turn when An Xiaxia starts high school - the Starry Night trio somehow becomes her classmates, and even end up moving into her house. 

Also, the nation’s idol Sheng Yize seems particularly interested in An Xiaxia for some reason...

Sheng Yize: Xiaxia, if I and a chicken wing fall into the water together, which one will you save?

An Xiaxia: Hm… I can't swim, so obviously you're going to save yourself and get my chicken wing out!

Sheng Yize: I thought I was the nation’s idol???

Teacher Li, responsible for teaching Chinese, scoffed as she looked through Bai Chuwei's information on the register. The page was blank and there was no mention of her previous schools or grades. She wondered how the girl managed to sneak her way into their school.
Teacher Li furrowed her brows and muttered to herself. "Could it be that her results are so lackluster that she did not want to bring that information along? I'd like to see what kind of troublemaker this new student is!"
In fact, she was a little anxious. If Bai Chuwei was a bad student, she might end up having her bonus deducted because of her.
Just then, Teacher Li saw Zhou Feng returning to his desk and opened her mouth to say hello. However, the files in Zhou Feng's hands dropped at that moment and he collapsed.
"Teacher Zhou, what's wrong? Please wake up! Someone help, please!"
*
After the lesson ended, the students in class had all enthusiastically started a conversation with Bai Chuwei.
All of a sudden, a tall and handsome figure entered from outside while holding a large pile of new books and placed it by Bai Chuwei's feet. 
He wiped the sweat on his forehead and said with a smile, "Student Bai, these are the new books I collected on your behalf. I hope that you can integrate into our class as soon as possible."
This person was… Xu Xingchen
The surrounding female students shrieked in excitement. A handsome and gentlemanly man was someone they admired the most!
Bai Chuwei revealed a polite smile on her beautiful face. Based on her memories of the original novel, the original owner entered Henghua Secondary School as an adopted daughter. She had no parents to care for her since childhood and her foster parents were not exactly kind. As a result, the male lead's actions had instantly won her favor and affection.
Unfortunately, Xu Xingchen's motive was only to maintain his image of a kind and warmhearted person in front of the students. Moreover, he did not see them as his classmates, but instead, as his future network of contacts.
Therefore, the students at present were merely the male lead's tools.
Bai Chuwei calmly thanked him in response to his help.
The smile on Xu Xingchen's face stiffened slightly. He had not expected Bai Chuwei to be so aloof. Neither did she show any surprise nor did she blush like any normal girl would do in a situation like this.
Bai Chuwei casually flipped through the Chinese textbook which she had picked up and her expression suddenly turned strange.
She then commented in an absent-minded way. "I hadn't expected students these days to memorize the poems that I wrote in the past."
Duan Xingye had an astonished expression on his face and he stretched his neck to take a look. "Huh? You wrote this 'Mountain Temple Paradise'?"
Bai Chuwei nodded. She had lived for five thousand years and people in the olden days were fond of writing poems and lyrics. As a result, she had also written some, but who would have known that a poem she casually wrote, had become an essential text for students to know…
A tall girl with a ponytail, sneered and said, "Ha. Nowadays, people don't even need to prepare a draft before they brag. This widely recognized poem has now become yours? Why don't you claim to know Li Dabai, as well?"
Bai Chuwei recalled the past and nodded in acknowledgement. "I do know him. We were friends in the past." He always loved to pull her along to drink and write poems once they were drunk.
Everyone else: …
Everyone else: …
Could it be that their new classmate had the Eighth-Grader Syndrome?
The girl in the ponytail revealed a disgusted gaze and internally scolded Bai Chuwei to be an idiot. 
She couldn't help but ridicule her. "Tsk, that's enough. You might as well say that the classic[1] 'Memory of the Mountain Moonlight' was written by you?
Bai Chuwei quirked her brows and flipped the textbook to the last few pages. She was honestly stunned.
She had not descended the mountains for mere twenty years, but people nowadays were regarding the eunuch novel that she randomly wrote two hundred years ago, as a top-ranked classic? It was now a must-read classic in the country??
[1] Classic in this context is similar to the Three Kingdoms or Romance of the Three Kingdoms


Bai Chuwei has lived for five thousand years, and after becoming an ancestor of all human beings, she descends the mountains and initiates the plot of a novel. 
A new female student is transferred into Henghua Secondary School Year 3. The young lady has bright eyes, white teeth, red lips and her appearance is similar to an immortal fairy. But unfortunately, she has Eighth-Grader Syndrome.
“The wealth of ten Duan Family added together does not even make up half of my combined wealth over the past five thousand years.”
“The first classic masterpiece of China? Oh I casually wrote that for fun two decades ago.”
“Scientific research isn’t comparable to flying in the skies with a sword. Today, this ancestor here shall teach everyone how to cultivate scientifically.”
The online lurkers reveal a snort of contempt and wait to see Bai Chuwei slapping herself in the face after acting so pretentiously. Eventually, the China Property Statistics Association reveals this particular information: The respected ancestor is the richest person in the world, owning the most number of gold mines, hundreds of islands, and countless property worldwide. 
China Writer’s Association: @Bai Chuwei, Respected ancestor, when will you continue updating your book after having stopped it for two centuries?

Chapter 3. The Villainess Turns The Hourglass, Part III

Translator: Khan
Editor: SootyOwl


The jubilant Aria clasped the piece of the hourglass. Although the action caused numerous sharp pieces to dig into her small and fragile palm, it was not the pain, but the joyous relief that reminded her that she was living a second life.
 
Drops of scarlet blood fell onto the floor, dripping down and gradually condensing. It was both the remorse and the venom of the wicked woman wishing for revenge.

'I will never forgive you.'
 
Slowly, Aria opened her hand and smiled.
 
The smile was so similar to that of a benevolent saint that even Jessie's shivering stopped.

---
  
"It seems that Aria has been studying hard as of late."

Several days had passed since Aria had returned to the past, and Aria's clear and transparent recital of poetry had filled the dining hall. As a result, Count Roscent had praised Aria for the first time. 

The countess, who smiled naturally, intelligently forged a pretense for Aria's brilliance, "She enjoyed reading numerous books during our impoverished life, which is why she is elated by the opportunities to learn."
 
A lie. Aria hadn't even learned how to eat cleanly until she was sixteen years old. She had never touched the cover of a book before entering the county, which had similarly transitioned to her life after that as well. 

She preferred playing over reading, and to dress up in luxury was her pleasure. This was also because that was all she knew how to do.
 
When she had been very young and ignorant, she had remembered how she had stumbled upon some of the poems that the count enjoyed and had memorized them in front of his weary state, but the receiver of any honor had always been Mielle.
 
It was natural that Mielle, who could recite the poems like songs, was praised over Aria, who had recited poems mechanically, like a book, just like now.
 
"It's a famous poem handed down from generation to generation in Count Roscent's county. It was written by the first count, and it was the first poem that I learned when I was four years old. The last verse, the woman's reply to 'The Woman I Love,' is not well known, but only when the two become one is the poem complete."
 
With her right hand on her chest, Mielle recited the poem quietly and clearly. There was a sense of satisfaction in the eyes of those who watched her. Aria's mother, the countess, also looked toward her with a commendable expression. She seemed like the lead actress who succeeded the upbeat supporting actress.
 
"… and I will gather my admirable heart and scatter it all out into your future!"
 
When she finished her poetry recital, there was a round of applause in the dining hall. Unlike in the past, where she had gritted her teeth with envy and jealousy, Aria joined the audience this time. With blushing cheeks and a shy smile creeping from her mouth, Mielle had become the real protagonist of that day.
 
As always, it was an honor that was taken by her from Aria. An honor that would always return to the noble girl as opposed to staying with the girl of humble origins.
 
It could be that due to Aria's presence that there was more praise being thrown at Mielle. It would be a compliment to say that all of that was a coordinated effort to trample on the petty pride of a stupid girl, so Aria decided to reclaim the glory that was stolen from her.
 
Since it wasn't Mielle's to begin with.
 
The applause died down, and Aria, the supporting actress asked without losing her smile and composure, "What a beautiful poem, Mielle. But do you know what?"
 
This sudden question caused Mielle's eyes to widen. 

Aria continued kindly, for it was obvious that Mielle did not know, "The fact is that this poem was created by the brother of the first count, who tried to assassinate him. This was the reason why this poem was not famous. Because the first count did not want the poem to spread."
 
That was the reason why Aria had decided not to memorize it, because she had wanted to add that information… but she decided to test her luck all the same.
 
"I remember that not too long ago this poem was forbidden since there was an embedded metaphor in it wishing a curse on the family."
 
Mielle's fine face quickly hardened like ice because the poem she had so proudly recited could also be seen as her cursing the family. After achieving her first victory, Aria had to resist rolling on the floor with laughter.
 
It was the complete opposite of the past.
 
She had wanted to be recognized for something, so she had hired a tutor to prepare that poem. It had been then that her eyes had twinkled in anticipation, and she had recited the answer that she had long prepared in the presence of the count, who had returned after being away abroad on business for a long time. But her eyes had become instantly lifeless from the numerous sharp criticisms that followed.
 
It had not been long after the count entered the room that this incident had happened, and the person who had criticized her had been none other than her brother, Cain.
 
He was four years older than Aria, and had learned much from attending the academy, so he had used that knowledge to pick on everything that Aria had tried to do.
 
'He must have known all of this.'
 
However, this time, he had kept his mouth shut the entire time, not wanting to insult his sister. No, it could be that, in the past, he had wanted to hurt Aria just like Mielle.
 
To confirm that, Aria just rolled her eyes and checked Cain's face. He was staring at Aria with his mouth firmly fixed. Now that Mielle had been humiliated, it seems that he was unhappy about the situation.
 
Aria smiled awkwardly and decided to pretend to defend Mielle since she didn't want to be openly hated.
 
"Mielle is only thirteen years old, so it is amazing that she was able to memorize the whole poem."
 
However, the mood did not abate since it was clear that Mielle had memorized and recited that poem just now in quite the foolish manner.
 
'How embarrassing would it be for her to berate the daughter of a shallow prostitute who was born and raised in the lowest places of society without even knowing what Aria knew?'
 
The count, who had warned her daughter in vain for the first time, encouraged everyone to continue eating as he raised his fork. Aria, who smiled like a child at her new father, took the messy-cut meat and brought it to her mouth.
 
That day's meal was very satisfying.
  
The first thing Aria had done after returning to the past had been to hire a tutor. She was of low origin and hadn't learned proper manners until she was about to die. Because of the things she had heard and learned in the last decade of her life, she tried to use elegant gestures whenever she could, but she hadn't then.
 
There had been no need for that because she had retained her mother's good looks. Her mother had stolen the count's heart with her beauty alone, which was why no matter how reckless and rash she had acted, Aria had always had countless suitors. A beauty that one could get drunk with just by staring, she was essential to entertain a great party.
 
Although she had heard the growing criticism and vulgarities thrown at her back as time passed, she hadn't thought of learning anything because there were many that loved her appearance, so Aria hadn't felt the need. She had been humiliated several times at parties, but each time, a bunch of men had defended Aria.
 
Thinking back, it hadn't been much help. They had done so to have a night with her, not to love or care for her. Just like moths jumping toward a light, men had been captivated by her appearance, chasing after a fantasy that could burn in a flash at any moment.
 
However, as time passed, the men that followed Aria were soon bound to their elegant, aristocratic paths and began engaging with others in their circle, and finally, none remained by Aria's side. Of course, a few men who had confessed they had truly loved her came to mind, but she didn't know if those words had been true.
 
'Yes, if the opportunity comes, we'll see what happens if I test those idiots.'

To beat a villainess, you must be even more evil than them.

Aria is killed unjustly by her sister but along with the turn of a illusory hourglass, she is reincarnated 5 years into the past.

She will now live for revenge, revenge against those who drove her into her death. This is the new life she has chosen.

Chapter 3. The Villainess Turns The Hourglass, Part III


The jubilant Aria clasped the piece of the hourglass. Although the action caused numerous sharp pieces to dig into her small and fragile palm, it was not the pain, but the joyous relief that reminded her that she was living a second life.

Drops of scarlet blood fell onto the floor, dripping down and gradually condensing. It was both the remorse and the venom of the wicked woman wishing for revenge.

'I will never forgive you.'

Slowly, Aria opened her hand and smiled.

The smile was so similar to that of a benevolent saint that even Jessie's shivering stopped.

—

"It seems that Aria has been studying hard as of late."

Several days had passed since Aria had returned to the past, and Aria's clear and transparent recital of poetry had filled the dining hall. As a result, Count Roscent had praised Aria for the first time.

The countess, who smiled naturally, intelligently forged a pretense for Aria's brilliance, "She enjoyed reading numerous books during our impoverished life, which is why she is elated by the opportunities to learn."

A lie. Aria hadn't even learned how to eat cleanly until she was sixteen years old. She had never touched the cover of a book before entering the county, which had similarly transitioned to her life after that as well.

She preferred playing over reading, and to dress up in luxury was her pleasure. This was also because that was all she knew how to do.

When she had been very young and ignorant, she had remembered how she had stumbled upon some of the poems that the count enjoyed and had memorized them in front of his weary state, but the receiver of any honor had always been Mielle.

It was natural that Mielle, who could recite the poems like songs, was praised over Aria, who had recited poems mechanically, like a book, just like now.

"It's a famous poem handed down from generation to generation in Count Roscent's county. It was written by the first count, and it was the first poem that I learned when I was four years old. The last verse, the woman's reply to 'The Woman I Love,' is not well known, but only when the two become one is the poem complete."

With her right hand on her chest, Mielle recited the poem quietly and clearly. There was a sense of satisfaction in the eyes of those who watched her. Aria's mother, the countess, also looked toward her with a commendable expression. She seemed like the lead actress who succeeded the upbeat supporting actress.

"… and I will gather my admirable heart and scatter it all out into your future!"

When she finished her poetry recital, there was a round of applause in the dining hall. Unlike in the past, where she had gritted her teeth with envy and jealousy, Aria joined the audience this time. With blushing cheeks and a shy smile creeping from her mouth, Mielle had become the real protagonist of that day.

As always, it was an honor that was taken by her from Aria. An honor that would always return to the noble girl as opposed to staying with the girl of humble origins.

It could be that due to Aria's presence that there was more praise being thrown at Mielle. It would be a compliment to say that all of that was a coordinated effort to trample on the petty pride of a stupid girl, so Aria decided to reclaim the glory that was stolen from her. 

Since it wasn't Mielle's to begin with.

The applause died down, and Aria, the supporting actress asked without losing her smile and composure, "What a beautiful poem, Mielle. But do you know what?"

This sudden question caused Mielle's eyes to widen.

Aria continued kindly, for it was obvious that Mielle did not know, "The fact is that this poem was created by the brother of the first count, who tried to assassinate him. This was the reason why this poem was not famous. Because the first count did not want the poem to spread."

That was the reason why Aria had decided not to memorize it, because she had wanted to add that information… but she decided to test her luck all the same.

"I remember that not too long ago this poem was forbidden since there was an embedded metaphor in it wishing a curse on the family."

Mielle's fine face quickly hardened like ice because the poem she had so proudly recited could also be seen as her cursing the family. After achieving her first victory, Aria had to resist rolling on the floor with laughter.

It was the complete opposite of the past.

She had wanted to be recognized for something, so she had hired a tutor to prepare that poem. It had been then that her eyes had twinkled in anticipation, and she had recited the answer that she had long prepared in the presence of the count, who had returned after being away abroad on business for a long time. But her eyes had become instantly lifeless from the numerous sharp criticisms that followed.

It had not been long after the count entered the room that this incident had happened, and the person who had criticized her had been none other than her brother, Cain.

He was four years older than Aria, and had learned much from attending the academy, so he had used that knowledge to pick on everything that Aria had tried to do.

'He must have known all of this.'

However, this time, he had kept his mouth shut the entire time, not wanting to insult his sister. No, it could be that, in the past, he had wanted to hurt Aria just like Mielle.

To confirm that, Aria just rolled her eyes and checked Cain's face. He was staring at Aria with his mouth firmly fixed. Now that Mielle had been humiliated, it seems that he was unhappy about the situation.

Aria smiled awkwardly and decided to pretend to defend Mielle since she didn't want to be openly hated.

"Mielle is only thirteen years old, so it is amazing that she was able to memorize the whole poem."

However, the mood did not abate since it was clear that Mielle had memorized and recited that poem just now in quite the foolish manner.

'How embarrassing would it be for her to berate the daughter of a shallow prostitute who was born and raised in the lowest places of society without even knowing what Aria knew?'

The count, who had warned her daughter in vain for the first time, encouraged everyone to continue eating as he raised his fork. Aria, who smiled like a child at her new father, took the messy-cut meat and brought it to her mouth.

That day's meal was very satisfying.

The first thing Aria had done after returning to the past had been to hire a tutor. She was of low origin and hadn't learned proper manners until she was about to die. Because of the things she had heard and learned in the last decade of her life, she tried to use elegant gestures whenever she could, but she hadn't then.

There had been no need for that because she had retained her mother's good looks. Her mother had stolen the count's heart with her beauty alone, which was why no matter how reckless and rash she had acted, Aria had always had countless suitors. A beauty that one could get drunk with just by staring, she was essential to entertain a great party.


Although she had heard the growing criticism and vulgarities thrown at her back as time passed, she hadn't thought of learning anything because there were many that loved her appearance, so Aria hadn't felt the need. She had been humiliated several times at parties, but each time, a bunch of men had defended Aria.

Thinking back, it hadn't been much help. They had done so to have a night with her, not to love or care for her. Just like moths jumping toward a light, men had been captivated by her appearance, chasing after a fantasy that could burn in a flash at any moment.

However, as time passed, the men that followed Aria were soon bound to their elegant, aristocratic paths and began engaging with others in their circle, and finally, none remained by Aria's side. Of course, a few men who had confessed they had truly loved her came to mind, but she didn't know if those words had been true.

'Yes, if the opportunity comes, we'll see what happens if I test those idiots.'

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