"Annie! Is nice to see you. You look even better than the last time we met" A middle aged guy greeted my mother once we entered his office.  

"Oh Clark stop with your lies" My mother replied playfully. It was clear that the both of them were friends, or in really good terms at the very least. 

"And you must be the young genius I been hearing about... Mister Sam Bane" He said amicably, and then he offered me his hand to shake "I'm Clarke Cook, it's a pleasure to meet you" 

"Good day to you sir" I shook his hand firmly. Or with the most strength my seven year old self could muster. 

After the short interaction, I finally could relax a bit. For some reason, ever since yesterday night I was really nervous about this reunion. I guess that I really wanted for it to work out. 

"Take a sit please" He said after a while, with a never ending smile on his face. 

His office was a mess. I could tell that he worked hard, if the multiple papers all over his desk, and the big bags under his eyes were any indication. Still, it didn't gave much confidence on his organizational skills. 

"Thanks Clark" My mother replied. And before I could notice the mood changed. It was like the both of them went from normal mode to business mode, in just second. 

Before coming here, my mother just told me to let her negotiate in my behalf. And I planned to do exactly that, especially now with the professional aura she inspires. 

"Well, let's start with the book composition first" said Clark, "Annie, like you already know, I like the three stories you've sent me last week. They appeal to a younger demographic, which is  a group that is gaining traction lately. Although I have to say that these stories are too short to be released as books on their own. So, I propose to compile them. I think five stories could make a good sized book" 

It was reasonable. My stories were a little too short. I could've done them longer, but I wanted to keep them simple, considering that the target readers would be mostly kids. 

"That's a good idea. Although I think that the stories should have a common theme between them. For example, a book collection could be about princesses. Sam here has written about ten stories about princesses, so it shouldn't be a problem, right Sam?" My mother said, and tactfully helped me to get into the conversation. 

"Yes, there's no problem with that" I said calmly. Mr. Clark finally looked at me after that. He looked interested with that bit of news. 

"That sounds good to me. I'll need to read the five stories you plan to publish, so we can progress any further... But in an act of good faith of Sam's work, we can talk about the details of the deal we will be making" 

"What do you propose then?" Mother asked. 

He looked at me for a second before concentrating on my mother once again. Then, he brought up a paper he had at the only clear zone of his desktop, and passed it out to my mom. 

The contract I assume. I planned to read it on my own when my mother finishes it, but I couldn't help to look at her to see if I could get any information from her face expressions. Which ended up being a pointless endeavor. 

"Ha!" She exclaimed "I see your intentions Clark. If this is how it will be, let's stop here. We'll take our leave" My mother finally said. And then stood up from her seat and walked to the exit. 

I could only guess what unreasonable things were written on there. So for now I just followed her up. Although for some reason I felt that this wasn't the end of the discussion. 

"Wait!" Clark finally said, "I admit the contract may be a little unfair, but we can discuss it, no need to go away just like that" 

My mother turned back with a smirk on her face, "I'm surprised, I've heard a little about your situation Clark. But now with you flinching so quick, I'm wondering of how bad it really is" 

To my surprise it seems that we were not in the losing end of the negotiations to begin with. My mother really played him hard. Clark's face said all I wanted to know. He was mad, but he still stayed quiet about it. 

"Yeah, it's true. We are in need of a success, and that's the principal reason to even consider to publish a kid's book, besides the publicity within itself that it could generate" He admitted. 

"I've heard that all the upcoming writers choose to go with other companies, after all you've had a bad record in the last five years" My mother added while the both of us took a seat once again. 

"You really did your research, huh?" he said with a defeated look. "... I wanted to start my own comic book company, but at the end all the good artists preferred to go with either 'power comics' or 'marvelous', and before I realized, the book company I had spent so many years to build up, was on his way to bankruptcy" 

It was kind of a sad story, but also an amazing opportunity. If I played my cards right, maybe making my own comics wasn't impossible for me in the near future. 

"So, in your times of need you thought on cheating your good friend of so many years" Mother said while making 'tsk' noises, pointing the bad deed Clark has made, "Sam is young, so there will be no problem if he waits a couple of years to get published... So now I wonder, what deal could you offer us, so we can even consider making a deal with you" 

Clark clenched his jaw at that, and had a serious expression on his face. He kept quiet though, it seemed that he was seriously considering the matter. 

"What do you want?" He finally asked. 

"Twenty percent, and the rights will belong to him completely" Mother demanded. 

That was a extremely good deal, especially for a newcomer like me, asking for that much was out of my expectations.

"That's... acceptable. But Sam will have to publish at least four books with us" He countered. 

"Are you joking? Two is the most we are going to concede" Mother said with displeasure. 

That was something we had talked about before. If I was successful enough, I could go with a bigger publishing company in the future. And my mother had a high faith on my success for some reason. 

Now there was a clear disagreement between them. I honestly couldn't care less if I had to write four books for this company, with the new deal offered I would have no complaints. But I knew what I wanted. 

"How about I do publish four books, but you'll have to publish a comicbook of mine... With the same conditions as the one with the books" I interrupted them. 

The both of them stared at me with surprised faces. "What do you mean?" Clark asked after a while. 

"Well... I have this idea for a comic, and I felt compelled to do it after I heard that you own a comic company" I explained. 

"Are you talking about the one you've made with Hanna?" Mother asked me with a worried face. It was clear that she thought that it wasn't that great. 

It wasn't a bad comic per se, but I do agree that it isn't the kind of comic that sells well with the masses, nor profesional enough to be a comic on his own. But I'm aware which comics are the best sellers at this era, compared to my old reality.   

"No" I said, before Clark could have asked about it, "I have an idea for a superhero comic, but I don't have the talent to draw. So I thought it was a good compromise that if my books are successful enough, Mister Clark will hire an artist to draw my comic, and then he'll publish it" 

"That's interesting. What do you think Clark?" Mother asked with a simple smile on her face.  

This wasn't something we had discussed before, so I was relieved that she just went along with the idea. 

Clark just sighed and nodded with a smile of his own. Even if he tried to hide it, I could see that he was happy about the deal. In the end, he wanted both of his companies to succeed, and now there was a chance for it to be possible.

Samuel Bane, a guy who was just a normal 23 year old in another life, was living in a new world with his memory intact. 

The new world is almost exactly the same as the one he lived before, except that the period of time was similar to the mid 80's that he knew by the movies and tv shows he watched.

This story will focus on how Sam enters the entertainment business. Getting his works published and meeting new people on his way towards an unheard level of success. 

The concept of the story has inspiration in "I'm really a super star", but it's nothing alike.


> Currently I'm posting a chapter every Tuesday.

It was 11th day when she got reply from the production house. They wanted to sign contracts with her and wanted to meet her.

They fixed meeting place and time for next day in the royal Cafe at 11 am.

~~~~~

Soojin was excited and afraid at the same time. She met a Korean-American man. He must be in his 50s. He was the co-founder of the 'Man of the pen' production house.

"Hello I am yong soojin and you must be co-founder Mr.Metthew?"Soojin greet formally

"Yes please have a sit Ms. Yong" Metthew said before offering her contract.

Soojin silently read the contract. She was amazed and shocked at the same time.

"Ms.Yong what do you think about it? We wanted to sign contracts with for 10 years and at that time you write and we publish. You will be given 65% of earnings."Matthew look at her dark eyes. He wasn't able to see any reaction.

"So you want me to write and you will publish with another name of author?" Soojin husky said.

"Another author? No.... You get me wrong. I mean that you write and we publish with your own name. All we want to say that you can't sigh contract with other production house for 10 years. After 10 years if you want to renew or stop your contract then you can do as your wish . " He feel dumbfounded when she got wrong idea. He hurried clear misunderstanding.

"Oh, I am so sorry to misunderstand."Soojin was embarrassed by herself. She feels dumb.

"By the Ms. Yong, I think we can't pay you for your first publish now. You can get payment after publish. Hope you can understand."Matthew said

" Oh its OK." Soojin didn't mind for not getting paid for her first publish. She's just happy that her writing gets proper field.

Soojin signed contract and Matthew asked her to come Production house for other details and formality.

"Hello big boss, We succeeded to sign contracts with Ms.Yong" Matthew said 

"Did she doubt?" The caller asked. 

"No sir. I made sure that she didn't have any doubts. And I said that she can't get first paycheck before publish so she can find it normal." Matthew want to get praise by his big boss. 

"Thank you Matthew. I owe you favor for this."The caller said. 

" No boss. I didn't do because you recommended her. Ms.Yong is really good at writing. I became fan of her. "Matthew said and suddenly he felt like his nose was increasing. 

- - - - 
They next day soojin went to the production house and signed up for other important details. Matthew want to arrange for special arrangements for her like Assistant, apartment etc but she kindly rejected him.

In this 3 Years soojin career got in rocket. Her first novel got famous. Everyone loved her work. From the young Miss of yong she became famous writer.

She also published her second and third novel in these 3 Years. It was loved by all. Both teens and adults love her writing.

People started to recognize her. Sometimes she needs to disgusted herself. Soojin was happy for herself. She felt like she had done something wonderful in her life.

What does he think of her? A plaything? A toy?

She soojin was the heiress of Yong. Apple of yong's but he made her disheartened, sad and pathetic. She _she loved him more than her own life but he only betrayed her trust, love and care.

His betrayal was last shot she could take so she decided to leave him and his world.

 But will he let her go? Will he let her live peacefully?

P. S- I'm back with new start with old feelings.

After handing over the dozen or so pages to Xiao Tong, Lu Zhou left swiftly. 
Professor Krugman looked at the stack of A4 papers in Xiao Tong's hand. He hesitated for a while before speaking, "This is a gift from your brother, how you're going to use it, that is up to you.
"You can choose to publish it in your name, or you can do something else with it. I don't want my opinions to influence you, even though I recommend doing the former… After all, your brother doesn't care about his achievements in economics. He wants to help you… Of course, the decision is yours."
Although the academic community had severe penalties for fraud and plagiarism, it wouldn't go as far as to find out who completed the research.
This was similar to unethical supervisors who stole their students' research results. Most people turned a blind eye to these types of things.
Vice versa, if a generous supervisor was willing to donate their research to a student, the academic community would assume that the supervisor had given up ownership of their research.
After all, there were so many scientific researchers in the world; the community didn't have time to verify the origin of each research result.
Rules with loopholes were better than having no rules.
Therefore, if Xiao Tong wanted to publish this as her own paper, regardless of whether or not she had the ability to write a paper like this, as long as Lu Zhou didn't say anything, the academic community would trust that this was Xiao Tong's own work.
Xiao Tong looked at the paper in her hand for a long time. She sighed and looked determined.
"I made up my mind!
"I didn't go into academia to win some Nobel Prize. This is tempting, but… I want to make my own achievements.
"If I received recognition because of the thesis I collaborated on with my brother, I would be happy… But otherwise, it would feel wrong."
She wasn't against the idea of working on a research project with her brother. However, blatantly receiving all of the credit for something she didn't do, wasn't what she wanted.
She wanted to become a scholar that was worthy of being "Professor Lu's co-author". She didn't want to take other people's research results as her own…
She looked down on people who did that.
She knew that she was still very weak, whereas Lu Zhou was strong enough to the point where even scholars like Professor Krugman were intimidated by him…
But she was still young, and she still had unlimited potential!
Xiao Tong looked at her supervisor Professor Krugman and spoke seriously.
"I want to publish this in my brother's name… Can I do that?"
"Certainly can't submit it to a journal, but since we're at an international macroeconomics conference, there are other ways to publish the research, but…" Professor Krugman looked at Xiao Tong with a serious expression and said, "Have you thought about it carefully? This is a result worthy of a Nobel Prize, so I suggest you think this through."
Xiao Tong nodded without hesitating.
"I'm certain."
Even though Professor Krugman was a little sympathetic, he had a look of approval in his eyes.
"I've seen a lot of young and promising scholars in my lifetime, a lot of successful ones, but scholars who have your morals… It's one in a million.
"Maybe one day I should visit your parents and ask them how they educated such an excellent kid. I'm sure they are good people."
"You'll be disappointed. They're just normal people." Xiao Tong smiled brightly and said, "But I love them."
Professor Krugman smiled and said, "A person's value isn't determined by their achievements, but by their heart. You're still young, you'll realize this as you grow older. You should go take some rest, Professor Angus and I are going to finish eating. You don't have to sit here with us old men."
Xiao Tong nodded and left.
Only two people were left.
Professor Angus looked at Professor Krugman. He then poked Krugman's elbow and comforted him.
"That's a good student you have there."
"Yeah…" Professor Krugman nodded and sighed. He said, "Not tempted by a Nobel Prize level research… If I didn't have a Nobel Prize myself, I'm afraid I would have given in to the temptation.
"But this really would have helped her career."
Angus raised his eyebrows. "I'm surprised."
Krugman: "Surprised?"
"Yeah, I can't believe you actually think about things from the perspective of your students. I've heard a lot of rumors about you, the bad kind."
"What kind of rumors?" Krugman said, "Don't think that everyone in my office is my student. It's easy to become my students."
He only accepted some of the "students" in his office to fulfill teaching quotas.
Rumors?
They can say whatever they want.
Who cares?
…
On the way back, Lu Zhou realized that his approach might have been a little inappropriate.
However, he realized that Xiao Tong and him were the same type of people, so he had nothing to worry about.
Improving the Lu Bewley model was his responsibility as a scholar. He gave it to Xiao Tong in hopes of her completing the thesis, but it was also because Xiao Tong was his sister…
Of course, he knew that he was spoiling his sister.
This was a Nobel Prize level research in a field that he didn't care about. Even though he was always a rule-following scholar, there was a part of him that wished Xiao Tong could publish this as her own research…
Lu Zhou returned to his hotel and threw the invitation letter on the desk. He was about to sit at his desk and get some work done, but his stomach began to grumble.
Lu Zhou realized that he didn't eat a lot at the buffet at all…
"Sigh, I was too busy humble bragging, I didn't even finish eating… What a shame."
Lu Zhou looked at the clock on the wall.
It was already half-past nine.
If he went to bed immediately, he wouldn't have to eat. However, it was too early to sleep.
Whatever, f*ck it.
I never gain weight anyway.
Lu Zhou was about to call for room service when his phone suddenly began to rang.
He took out his phone from his pocket and saw it was Chen Yushan calling.
Lu Zhou picked up the phone and spoke.
"Hello?"
Chen Yushan cautiously asked, "Hey, are you free tomorrow?"
Lu Zhou thought about it and said, "I think so, why?"
"Wait at the hotel tomorrow morning! I'll pick you up, you said you would come!"
Before Lu Zhou could reply, Chen Yushan immediately hung up the phone.
When Lu Zhou heard the beeping sound from the phone, he was muddled.
"…?"
Why did she hang up?
So I wouldn't have a chance to refuse?
I wasn't going to refuse regardless!
Lu Zhou was perplexed.
I always keep my word!
But then again, thank god she called me.
I totally forgot about the summit…


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"

"Ling Ran, go back and do whatever you want to first." Huo Congjun placed his hands behind his back. He looked like a sage, and his aura as a department director was practically spilling out of him.
"Alright." Ling Ran was not bothered by this. If it were not because he was too tired from performing finger replantations, he would have performed multiple surgeries one after another. But as of right now, he needed to rest.
Huo Congjun watched Ling Ran leave his office before he turned around with a sigh. Then, he glared at Su Jiafu. Su Jiafu cowered. He did not even know where to put his hands.
Huo Congjun did not make him wait for long before he languidly said, "We can support anesthesiologists with the funding the Emergency Department earns, but I have three requests…"
Su Jiafu sighed in his heart before he bobbed his head continuously.
He had to nod. The funding the Department of Anesthesiology received was little, and he could not get any as well. He could not use his pitiful salary to buy the materials he wanted as well. Besides, Huo Congjun was a very stern department director. No one could refute or disobey any of his orders; Su Jiafu had no room to resist him.
Huo Congjun nodded slightly before he said, "One, Ling Ran's name must be in your research paper, and he has to be placed side-by-side with the author."
"I already agreed to that," Su Jiafu quickly said.
"Two, since you want to write a research paper, then make sure you write a few of them. You can't just write one after you obtain the funding. Write two as your starting point. If you can publish three, then I will give you the funds you request for the next time you ask as well." Huo Congjun was in high spirits.
Su Jiafu was already laughing happily in his heart, but he still appeared hesitant.
If a person had money, they could then write all the research papers they wanted. This was especially true for doctors of the modern age. Putting a little more time into writing those papers was nothing to them. A doctor's time was nothing valuable. Even if they worked overtime for a night, they might not even be able to get a few dozen RMB.
But if Su Jiafu wrote three research papers, he could get more funding, and that made Su Jiafu even happier. However, he still put on a troubled look. He asked, "I have to write his name for all of them?"
"Obviously. Do I look like I'm giving out charity?" When Huo Congjun glared at someone, even those who scored more than four hundred marks on their college entrance examination would not dare to meet his gaze.
Su Jiafu scored six hundred marks in his college entrance examination, but he would much rather stuff his head into his abdomen right then. He said timidly, "Um… writing his name on two is fine, but—"
"Then it's settled." Huo Congjun was a great department director, and would not waste his time going in circles with a small attending physician.
Su Jiafu felt smug in his heart, but he was afraid that he would be seen through. He asked softly, "Department Director Huo, am I to write Ling Ran's name for both research papers?"
"Yes." Huo Congjun's tone softened. He said, "Ling Ran is an undergraduate. If he wants to obtain his license and stay in Yun Hua Hospital, then just by being good at performing surgeries won't be enough. He needs to publish a few more research papers. What he writes on his own is his, but he also needs to have a few co-written research papers as well; he needs to be able to produce both, and he's not allowed to fall behind in either."
For some strange reason, Su Jiafu felt distressed. He worked cautiously and attentively in the Department of Anesthesiology, working overtime day and night, and did not have a girlfriend. In the end, when he wanted to write a few research papers, his department director refused to spare even a single cent, but Ling Ran…
When he compared the treatment Ling Ran received in the Emergency Department to what he received in the Department of Anesthesiology, Su Jiafu really wanted to just jump ship.
Su Jiafu quelled his emotions and asked solemnly, "Department Director Huo, what is your third request?"
Huo Congjun furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean by 'third request'?"
"You said you had three requests just now."
"Oh…" Huo Congjun said with a drawl. He thought about it before he said, "Write the accounts properly, don't write the wrong figures."
"Oh." Su Jiafu did not dare say much about this. He fled from the office of the Emergency Department.
He came with a muddled head, and went to the operating theater with the same muddled head. But even so, Su Jiafu did not have anyone ask him whether he was okay as he walked into the operating theater. To people, this was how anesthesiologists were supposed to act.
"Is it settled?" Ling Ran raised his head and asked Su Jiafu, even though he was currently operating on someone.
Su Jiafu looked at Ling Ran, and he almost felt like crying. He lowered his head, quietly snatched his stool from his colleague who was currently working as Ling Ran's anesthesiologist, and said, "We reached an agreement. Department Director Huo gave me four thousand RMB. He even said he would give me more if I don't have enough."
"Which means he's not going to give you any money when you run out later." The anesthesiologist who had taken his chair chuckled. He then said, "But that's not bad, Old Su. You actually managed to get four thousand RMB from the Emergency Department."
"You got it as well?" Su Jiafu understood what he meant straightaway.
"Yup. The Orthopedics Department gave me around ten thousand." The anesthesiologist felt a little proud of himself.
"As expected, the Orthopedics Department is forever rich." Su Jiafu felt even more bitter.
While Ling Ran continued to reconnect the bone, he said, "But if the funds requested is enough to write the research paper, then it's enough, right?"
Su Jiafu was stunned for a moment before he realized that Ling Ran was actually defending him. Because of this, his answer was not smooth. He stuttered for a while before he managed to say, "You're right, but if I had a little more—"
"By the way, based on your train of thought earlier, I already found four medical cases for you. They're in your mailbox, go check it out." Ling Ran continued reconnecting the bone. He did not bother with Su Jiafu's spiel about how having more of something was better.
Hence, Su Jiafu did not say anything else. He opened his mailbox and began reading in silence.
He originally read beside the monitors, but as he read, he quietly moved away from them. There were some things that were best not seen by those working in the same field.
Su Jiafu lowered his head to read Ling Ran's mail, and the more he read, the clearer his head became. At that moment, the muddle-headedness he had just now completely disappeared.
Based on Su Jiafu's previous framework, he wanted to write a research paper with something along the lines of [Experience of Administering Anesthesia for Multiple Amputated Finger Replantation Surgeries] or [Effects of XXX Drug on Patient During Finger Replantation Surgeries]. With a bit of editing, this kind of paper might perhaps be published in a small, eighteenth-class periodic journal. If it was written well and he manages to find someone in a better journal through connections, he might be able to publish his research paper in a Chinese provincial core journal.
Academia-wise, the research papers in the Chinese provincial core journals were nothing. They were just articles with thousands of words.
But it was impossible for the medical system to have all of its doctors publish in Chinese national core journals, or even publish articles in the SCI. That was why being able to publish articles in the Chinese provincial core journals was the lowest requirement for a doctor to gain a professional title. They could not gain points from it, but they could be promoted according to their seniority.
As for publishing in the SCI, or in Chinese national core journals? That was the basic requirement in the system in making an exception to promote a doctor. An attending physician must wait five or seven years to be promoted to associate chief physician. If a doctor did not want to wait, then he or she would have to publish valuable research papers. If a department had no more vacancies to promote an associate chief physician to a chief physician, but a doctor wanted the hospital to promote him or her either way, then the doctor must publish research papers.
Every doctor would want to publish good articles, but good articles were not freely given to anyone. Ling Ran, however, gave Su Jiafu quite the good new direction—he could talk in-depth about the relationship between anesthetics and vaso-occlusive crisis[1].
As a person with Perfect Level Finger Replantation in his possession, Ling Ran also had top-notch information when it came to fields related to finger replantations. If he only had Master Level Finger Replantation, he had no need to understand anesthetics. Even if he knew, it was just knowledge that he could not use. But Perfect Level allowed him to pay attention to everything concerning finger replantations.
The direction Ling Ran gave Su Jiafu was a topic that took everything into consideration, but did not go in-depth into anything related to finger replantation itself. To a doctor from the Department of Anesthesiology, this sort of topic naturally had its own relevant meaning. As long as he could write it, he would definitely be able to publish a good research paper.
In fact, in a show of good teamwork, Ling Ran had even found the medical cases Su Jiafu needed the most. There was no reason for Su Jiafu to not be excited.
To a doctor from the Department of Anesthesiology, it was more troublesome for them to search for medical cases compared to surgeons. Even normal surgeons did not have many medical cases they could search through to find the ones they want either.
Only people like Ling Ran could have the right to pick his own medical cases and his own patients, which was why he could get his medical cases much easier than the other doctors.
Of course, the most important thing was that he could operate on these patients. The doctors who could perform finger replantation surgeries in Yun Hua Hospital's Hand Surgery Department were at least senior attending physicians or associate chief physicians. In other hospitals, these doctors would be even higher-ranked. If Su Jiafu wanted to go to them and have them work with him, he would not be able to, because even if he had a good relationship with them, it would not be enough.
At this moment, Su Jiafu suddenly felt that his decision to go to Ling Ran and work with him on a research paper was an incredibly wise decision.
"Doctor Ling, then I shall work with these four medical cases." Su Jiafu had already finished reading them. He quickly went to Ling Ran to make a confirmation.
"Are four medical cases enough?" Ling Ran had already drawn the microscope to him and started to handle the blood vessel. He did not raise his head.
"It's enough. It's definitely enough. It must have been hard to find these four medical cases."
"It was quite easy. The four medical cases I found are the ones that happened in the province today. If you're certain you want to use them in your paper, go to Department Director Huo and ask him to make arrangements. Have him ask the hospital to transfer the patients to our department, and it'll be done," Ling Ran said easily.
"We have to ask Department Director Huo to make arrangements?" When Su Jiafu thought of having to deal with Huo Congjun's temper, he felt his knees tremble.
When Lu Wenbin heard this, he knew Su Jiafu was experiencing an emotion that was quite familiar to him. He chuckled. "Doctor Su, don't be afraid. Department Director Huo is actually very easy to talk to."
"Then, Young Lu, you go and look for Department Director Huo. Get the patients transferred to us, they should be on their way here." Ling Ran exercised his neck. When he thought of having four patients sent to him, he felt his body brim with energy.
Lu Wenbin was rendered speechless.


Ling Ran, a med school senior, begins to see the world like a game UI. He uses it to pave his way towards graduation, a residency, becoming the greatest doctor in the world... And finally getting a Transformer from his newbie packs? Maybe. We don't know yet.

Nangong ye's forehead darkened. who was this grandson, Du Rui, scolding?
"You want to see who you told about the birth? " He said coldly.
"Hehe, how can I casually show off about this kind of thing? In the entire world, you are the only person who knows that Yan Wei and I have a daughter! Nangong ye, tell me, how do I castrate you? " Du Rui roared angrily!
The corner of Nangong Ye's lips twitched. "You only told me about one person? "
He did not expect Du Rui to not tell anyone else about his daughter with Yan Wei!
"If such a thing were to be told, it would only embarrass Yan Wei. How could I possibly tell anyone? Grandson! You F * Cking exposed my news in order to suppress your own news. I'll castrate you when I get back! " Du Rui roared angrily.
He did not even tell his father, let alone his other friends.
Nangong ye pinched the space between his eyebrows. "Such good news, of course I have to share it with everyone. Don't you want your daughter to return to your side? I'm doing this for your own good! "
He gave a reason. He didn't think this was a problem. Anyway, Du Rui would have a child sooner or later. This layer of paper would definitely be exposed.
"I don't need you to do this for my own good. I don't want to compete with Yan Wei for a child! I just want to see her happy! But now, she is pushed to the cusp of the storm! " Du Rui really wanted to stab Nangong ye to death.
"Damn, when did you become a love saint? You actually love a woman so much! " Nangong ye really didn't expect Du Rui to be happy for Yan Wei and not even want his own child.
"whether I'm a Casanova or not, you don't have to worry about it. Delete all the news for me, or I'll go back and make your family have no children! " Du Rui roared angrily.
"Damn, if I could delete the news, I would have deleted my own news long ago. You can't delete this news. Why don't you refute the rumors and say that your child isn't yours! If you really can say it, " said Nangong Ye.
Du Rui's brows sank. He couldn't say that the child wasn't his, even if he didn't mean it.
"No! Go and delete the news, " he ordered.
"delete the news. I can't do it, and I can't delete it cleanly. It's better if you deny it. Du Rui, tell the truth. Do you not want to deny that the child is yours If you don't want to deny it, I can't help you. It's up to you "If you want to publish the news and deny that the child is you, I can help you publish the news. " Nangong ye hung up the phone.
He had thought that if du Rui was angry, he would ask Du Rui to deny the child's identity. It would solve the news anyway.
The media couldn't force Du Rui to do a paternity test, right As long as Du Rui denied it, the news would be appeased.
However, Du Rui didn't want to deny it. If he just wanted to delete the news, Nangong ye couldn't do it.
Du Rui's face twitched. He was about to call Nangong ye again when his father's phone rang.
"Yan Wei's child is yours? Now the news is talking about you and Yan Wei! " Du Can questioned his son.
"Dad, don't listen to the news. It's all shadowless things, " Du Rui said.
"shadowless stuff? You live in the Mu family every day? Do you think I'm an idiot? I'm going to the MU family right now to negotiate with them about the children. The children of our DU family can not be given to outsiders! " Du can blurted out his words.
"Dad! Why are you meddling in my affairs? YOU'RE DRUNK! " Du Rui ridiculed. He was already annoyed enough now, but his father still wanted to meddle in the matter.
"Trash! You want to hand over your own children? I'm going to snatch back our children and grandchildren. Do you know that when the news gets out, our family's face will be completely disgraced by you! " Du can roared angrily.
He had already received a few calls from his uncles, scolding him one after another for not being able to look after his own family's descendants and even wanting his own descendants to have someone else's surname!
The rich and powerful families were most afraid of losing face. He only felt that his son had completely disgraced their family!
"Father, I'll handle this matter myself, " Du Rui quickly said.
"Hehe, if I don't go, can you bring my granddaughter back Mu Duo bullied Yan Miao and cuckolded me so greatly, making me a joke in the rich world. I only asked him for a child. He should give the child to me as compensation!"Du can made his own calculations He did not pursue the matter of the past. Mu Duo should compensate him for a child no matter what, right?
A child for a child. This was only fair.
A dark cloud covered du Rui's forehead. He did not expect Du can to think this way.
"Anyway, you don't have to care about my matters! " He hung up the phone without waiting for his father to speak.
He turned around and returned to Yan Wei's ward. He saw Mu Zeyu swinging his fist at him.
"Du Rui, you're F * CKING INHUMAN! How do you expect Yan Wei to go out and meet people? " Mu Zeyu roared.
He swung his fist at Du Rui, so angry that he wanted to Punch du Rui to death
For men, this kind of thing was at most said to be promiscuous, but for women, it would be scolded uncleanly.
He did not mind Yan Wei giving birth to Du Rui's child because when he met Yan Wei, Yan Wei was already pregnant. Since he fell in love with Yan Wei, he had to accept everything about Yan Wei, including Yan Wei's child.
However, if the matter was exposed, how was Yan Wei going to meet people?
Du Rui raised his hand to block Mu Zeyu's fist. "I didn't publish the news, I didn't know the news would be published! Mu Zeyu, it was you who received the reporter. You were careless and let them publish the news! "
He shouted at Mu Zeyu. Luckily, it was the reporter that Mu Zeyu received.
"They lied to me. They said that they wanted to report that the MU family had a granddaughter! " Mu Zeyu said.
Who would have thought that the news report would immediately change into a report about Du Rui and Yan Wei's illegitimate daughter.
However, those few photos were the ones that he had given to the reporter. Only then did he know that he had been tricked.
"Stop Fighting! All of you, stop. Even if you fight now, it won't solve any problems. All of you, come over here and think about how to solve this matter. " Mu Duo slammed the table angrily.
Mu Zeyu and Du Rui both stopped and did not continue fighting.
Du Rui walked towards Yan Wei. "Yan Wei, I've let you down. I didn't expect the news to be exposed. I, you can hit me! "
He held Yan Wei's hand and slapped his own face.
Looking at Yan Wei's red eyes, he felt all sorts of heartache. He could only say that he did not make good friends. He did not expect his good brother to expose this matter.
Yan Wei withdrew her hand. "I'm fine. At most, I'll be discussed by others. It's just that if they talk like this, it will affect an 'an in the future! An 'an will be scolded by others, saying that she's an illegitimate child. "
She did not think about her own matters at all. Anyway, she knew that Mu duo would dote on her. Mu Zeyu would not mind these things. She was only worried about an 'An's future.
"I have a way to solve this problem. Du Rui, make a statement saying that an 'an is not your daughter and has nothing to do with you! " Mu Duo said loudly.

"Uncle, I was punished for being late! " "Buy the school. "
"Uncle, I was bullied! " "SEND THEM TO HEAVEN! "
In this era of competing for fathers, Qin Sheng never competed for fathers. Those things were too extravagant. She didn't have them, she only competed for uncles!
Ever since she had a rich uncle, she lived a life of fighting and being cleaned up by others, causing trouble and being scapegoated by others.
Her three big goals in life were to make him fall in love with her, fall in love with her, fall in love with her!

"Congratulations, Mr. Evans. You are the only junior-level arcanist I know whose first two papers passed the board’s review," said Lucy politely.
Lucien had to admit that he was already lucky that this paper could be approved by the board. If he had not attached his experiment report in the end of his paper, the board members might have directly rejected the paper. Now that the paper had passed the review, Lucien needed to find ways to help it get more attention.
This required that other arcanists could discover new elements following the ideas in his paper. Lucien tried to elaborate the ideas as clear as possible. He suggested to use spectrum analysis to study the aluminum-like element and to discover silicon-like element by investigating certain alchemical reaction, and Lucien even included the possible character of some mineral substances.
To have more arcanists who were interested in the paper, and to verify its correctness, Lucien needed to let more arcanists read this paper, and he would also conduct further experiments himself. Lucien was hoping that more sorcerers and arcanists would carefully recheck the ores they had.
Among all the influential journals, the ones which accepted papers of the school of Element were Arcana, Element, Alchemy, Holm Journal, Colette Arcana Theory and Common Arcana. However, among them, only Arcana, Element, Alchemy and Common Arcana accepted individual contribution.
Lucien would not consider other journals since they were not influential enough, and his ideal journal was of course Arcana, although he knew that his chances there were slim to none. Nevertheless, Lucien still wanted to give it a try.
"Thank you, Ms. Lucy." Lucien nodded and then left the office.
After chatting a bit with Cindy and Dona, Lucien got to know where the headquarter of the journal, Arcana, was. It was on the tenth floor.
Taking the magic elevator, Lucien stood on the silver round platform and smoothly rose up. Staring at the main hall down there, Lucien felt nervous and expectant.
When the elevator reached the ninth floor, Lucien pressed the button covered with yellow and green light. Then the silver platform started absorbing the light.
When the light was gone, the silver platform suddenly shook a bit and then stopped at the tenth floor.
Stepping out of the elevator, Lucien came to the main hall on this floor - the reception hall of the journal, Arcana.
The hall was grand but also quiet. The floor was paved with fine tiles.
Lucien walked to the reception desk, behind which there was a lady and a man. Lucien asked them politely, "Excuse me… I wonder how I can submit my paper here?"
The man stopped talking to the beautiful lady and turned to Lucien. After checking the badges Lucien was wearing, he looked serious, "May I ask if it’s your own paper? Or your friend’s or teacher’s paper?"
Both the man and the lady were wearing two-star arcana badges, their own nameplates, but no magic badge. Here in this place, everything was about arcana.
"Mr. Garvin, it’s my own paper." Lucien took a glance at his nameplate. The name, Garvin, was even more common than Lucien.
Garvin looked even more serious, and he said cut and dry, "Sorry, sir. We do not accept contribution from junior-rank arcanists."
"Is that right?" Lucien insisted, "I did not find this rule in the contribution regulation of Arcana."
Garvin was slightly pissed off. Although the journal did not make this rule explicit, the requirement did exist. In Garvin’s eyes, there was no way that a junior-rank arcanist could compete with other senior-rank arcanists or even grand arcanists.
"We did publish several papers from junior-rank arcanists before, but all these papers, when they were passing through the review of the board, were all rated as of great significance, and then we sent them our contribution invitation letters," explained the lady beside Garvin. "We never accepted any individual junior-rank arcanist’s contribution."
"But I’m not breaking the rules, right?" Lucien did not give up easily, "At least Arcana should review my paper first. If my paper was not qualified and thus got rejected, I would be totally fine with it."
"Then, sir, give me your paper, and since we’re only on the fourth day of the month, you’ll know the result right away," said Garvin swiftly, as he was already fed up with talking to Lucien.
"Thank you, sir." Lucien handed his paper to Garvin.
As soon as Garvin got his paper, he walked away and came to a quiet and empty corridor. Then, he started reading Lucien’s paper.
He was going to check Lucien’s paper himself first. If he could not be certain of the actual value of this paper, he would send it to the reviewing department, but otherwise he would directly turn the paper down himself.
At the very beginning, Garvin was reading very carefully, as the periodic table of elements looked very persuasive, but later, he sneered,
"Kidding… the atomic weight of Termirick is wrong? It was already corrected by several senior-rank arcanists several years ago, using different experiment methods. I can’t believe this paper even passed the review of the board…"
Termirick was an special composition element of soul.
Garvin stopped reading and came back to Lucien. As he handed the paper back to Lucien, he said, "The arcanist who reviewed your paper could not see any value in your paper, as the paper is full of problems! He could not even see how the paper passed the review!"
Lucien puckered his mouth a bit and knew that he had tried his best. He had no choice but to go back to the first floor, and there he sent his paper to the headquarter of Element in Rentato.
...
As Garvin said, at the beginning of month, the journals were not very busy. Three days later, Lucien received the letter from Element.
It was on Saturday, and the apprentices were studying in his place. After giving them more exercises to do, Lucien stood in the corner and opened the letter.
"Mr. Lucien Evans X,
"Your paper is worth of further discussion, but since there will be a conference in Rentato at the beginning of next month, our journal is going to publish all the conference papers. Therefore, we are sorry to inform you that we cannot publish your paper.
"Element, Friend of All Elemental and Alchemical Sorcerers,
"Jan. 6th, 817"
It was Lucien’s first rejection letter, and it was quite polite. Lucien knew that the conference was mainly their excuse, or the the journal would offer to publish the paper on the next issue.
Lucien had been through quite some difficulties recently, after the new year, so he carefully checked his Host Star of Destiny, but found it still remained quite blurry.
After assigning the apprentices with more work to do, Lucien headed for the headquarter of the congress and there he submitted his paper to Alchemy.
This time, the reviewing was much slower. Two weeks later, after Lucien’s failed experiments of discovering new elements had cost him two hundred points, he finally received the letter from Alchemy.
However, it was still a rejection letter. The journal even told Lucien not to submit this paper again as Lucien’s argument about atomic weight did not make sense.
Holding the rejection letter, Lucien felt a bit nervous. He was running out of time. If he could not publish the paper soon, Lucien would need to wait for another month.
Then, he visited the headquarter of Common Arcana in Allyn, and, for the third time, directly submitted the paper.
To his surprise, four days after, he received neither a rejection letter, nor an acceptance letter, but an invitation from a level four arcanist named Woods.
...
The headquarter of Common Arcana, in a bright office.
"I’m one of the reviewers of your bat experiment paper, Evans, and it was me who sent that invitation letter to you," said Woods sitting in the chair, smiling. Woods had light yellow, handlebar mustache.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Woods, for speaking highly of my paper. Otherwise, my paper would never be noticed by a grand arcanist," said Lucien sincerely.
"Then, that would be the great loss of the whole congress." Woods nodded kindly, "Mr. Fernando has already come up with the basic model of Thunder Eye, Fernando’s Lightning Smelter and Invisible Crematory. The three spells are amazing and powerful. As the models are still very complicated, Mr. Fernando is right now working on simplifying them."
Lucien’s success also earned Woods great reputation, so Woods was really fond of Lucien.
"The grand arcanist is surely very intelligent." Lucien stayed humble, "Mr. Woods… the reason you asked me to come here… is it because of my new paper?"
"Yes, that’s right," said Woods. "I’ve read your paper, and it is worth of further discussion. If it didn't contain so much of your personal assumptions, the paper would be outstanding."
Having Lucien’s paper in front of him, Woods politely pointed out the parts that he did not agree on.
"Even though," Woods continued, "it is still a good paper, and it offers arcanists a new perspective. So Lucien, are you okay with publishing the paper on our next month’s issue? For this month, the papers are all set."
Apparently, Woods decided to publish this paper because of his appreciation of Lucien. And the reason he asked Lucien to come to his office was because he wanted Lucien to know who was helping him and who he should feel grateful towards. If one day, say, Lucien became the student of Lord of Storm, that would be a successful investment for Woods.
But on next month’s issue? Lucien was a bit hesitant.


"A falling star has brought the chaos. The throne of fate has lost its master. The nonbeliever who walks in light and darkness will make his debut."
In this magic world, knowledge is power.

A lone middle aged office worker sat alone at his desk, typing away at his computer. He had been up so long to finally complete his life's work, he was so exhausted that the bags around his eyes resembled pockets. If it wasn't for his work he would have collapsed from exhaustion long ago, but this was far too important. 

"Finally! It's done!" The man shouted out in the air as he jumped up from his desk with excitement that could make anyone feel revitalized. 

"Now I just need to hit publish! Wait.. why is the sky falling?" Just as the man was about to publish his life's work he collapsed and soon died from exhaustion. Just like that he would never be able to show anyone his achievements.. or so he thought. 

Shortly after seeing black the man awoke in confusion, he was surrounded by bushes and trees, he had no clue where he was but as he slowly got up and collected his thoughts he realized something. 

"Wait.. I remember this place.. no.  Was that a dream?" The office worker made his way onto his feet and quietly uttered out the word "Status.." And as he did so a large screen appeared before him with information.

=====
Name: Von Dear
Age: 19
Class: GM
Stats: N/A (GM)
Skills: N/A (GM)
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"Ah. I see. I accidentally opened the game, I have to publish the game so I should exit it now. Log Out!" He shouted but nothing happened. Not even a screen telling him it wasn't possible. 

"That's strange.. Log out! Log out!" Von tried multiple times to no avail, he soon reached a conclusion. 

"I've read about these situations too many times... it seems I've died. Hah. Well.. I guess my life work was for naught. At least I'm in my own game I guess. I might as well go to the Circle of Rebirth to find out my subclass.."  As he started walking he thought to himself "I guess I'll walk there for now to at least see the scenery.. it's crazy to see every thing I created with my own hands be so life like.." 

As he was walking he met with someone, it was a very large built man in iron armor and he was stunned, why would a low level looking kid be out in the Forest of no return? He had to ensure his safety. 

"Hello there! You on your way to town? How about I be some assistance?" The man said directly at Von, Von was confused because he didn't recognize the man, this came to a shock as he personally created each NPC. 

"Uh. Sure, what's your name?" Von asked with a straight face

"My name? In game my name is Tren but in real life its Trent, what about you?" Tren replied, then Von realized an insane fact. He did publish the game... meaning.. He was reborn as an NPC but still had his GM powers!

"My name.. is Nov. I'm a low level Shadow Piercer, you seem to be a mid level Guardian. Will you assist me on the way to the Circle of Rebirth? I'm trying to find out what my subclass will be." Von replied after thinking deeply, he didn't want to use his character's name because if another GM found out he was logged in while being dead.. who knows what would happen. 

"Sure! As you know it's a Guardian's duty to assist things like this! I'll even gain Exp! I was on my way there anyway, I'm trying to upgrade my subclass" Tren replied chuckling, the two then began walking towards the Circle of Rebirth. 

"Do you mind me asking how many people are currently playing the game?" Von asked and Tren made a weird noise and said "What do you mean? This is the most popular game in the world and you didn't even know that?!" After Tren blurted that out Von was shocked to his core. 

'Is my game really that popular? Does that mean.. my life wasn't worthless?' As he thought this he involuntarily burst into tears, Tren pretended to not notice, he knew from the look that they were tears of passion. He didn't want to intrude.

Von Dear was a game developer who poured 30 years of his life on a VRMMO project only to die when it was near completion, in desperation at his death he published the game unfinished. He is reborn into the game and decides to cover the one thing he had forgotten to add, the final boss.

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　　Fang Yuan is always short of money.
 
　　After receiving the Little Phoenix Cup bonus, although Fang Yuan had a lot of money in his hands, money like this was not enough to spend.
 
　　Only 100,000 yuan is not enough for Eevee's own expenses.
 
　　If Fang Yuan captured a new Pokemon in the future, he would definitely not be able to cultivate it with his current level of funding.
 
　　Fortunately, Fang Yuan has found a way to make money that suits him.
 
　　That's what he said before, publish papers and earn manuscript fees!
 
　　Of course, the content of the premise of the paper must be suitable.
 
　　The content of Eevee's evolutionary form is definitely not something he can touch now.
 
　　Because Fang Yuan didn't have enough evidence to support his point of view, he wouldn't do such a thankless thing even if he was eager to get the bounty.
 
　　In the end, not only he wouldn't get the money, but also caused a commotion.
 
　　However, Fang Yuan felt that he could give it a try for other papers.
 
　　It is not uncommon for high school students to publish papers.
 
　　The purpose of others is mainly to participate in independent enrollment.
 
　　But Fang Yuan is very vulgar, and his purpose is to exchange money for contributions.
 
　　If you can gain some reputation, by the way, it will be easier to get admitted to prestigious universities.
 
　　Unlike the previous earth, due to the emergence of the secret world, Pokemon-related papers are very popular here, and the benefits are huge.
 
　　Because the time for Pokemon to integrate into people's lives is too short and their status is important, there are far more scholars who do Pokemon research than scholars in other disciplines.
 
　　In addition, there is a very important point. The state has a lot of support policies for Pokemon.
 
　　Especially in terms of manuscript fees, papers in other disciplines may not make money, or even lose money, but academic papers about Pokemon, even if the value is insignificant, can get good remuneration as long as they pass the review.
 
　　Fang Yuan intends to publish a paper on Eevee's Anticipation ability to test the waters.
 
　　Abilities, except for some relatively common and easy to distinguish, such as lush, flash fire, other abilities are not very extensive.
 
　　The abilities of a large number of Pokemon are blank, just like Eevee's Anticipation ability, I am afraid that no one would think that this is an ability, but that Eevee's character is naturally timid.
 
　　If Fang Yuan can publish a paper and then conduct a full demonstration to prove that Eevee has the ability to predict danger, he can get a large manuscript fee.
 
　　Take the most famous journal, the House of Pokemon in China as an example.
 
　　According to the previous draft fee situation, the new features of the Pokemon will have different draft fees according to the actual value, but the minimum is 50,000 yuan.
 
　　The harvest of one or two papers can be worth the prize of the Little Phoenix Cup.
 
　　"If I can go down this path, I will be able to earn resources through my own abilities."
 
　　"My main profession is Pokemon trainer, the secondary profession is a Pokemon researcher so that I can fully utilize the information gap in your mind if I blindly hide it in my head, and one day I will forget it, and as the outside world's research is getting deeper and deeper, and the value of this information will become lower and lower. It is better to replace the information that can be transformed into resources into real money."
 
　　"Some unimportant information, even if it is hidden in your head, has no practical value to myself."
 
　　It was this idea that Fang Yuan came up with. At first, he didn't know how to realize the information gap, but after he came into contact with several Pokemon journals, read several papers published by college students, high school students, and even professional trainers, Fang Yuan suddenly realized it.
 
　　These papers are all odd and weird. Some are studying the sounds of Pokemon, and some are studying the sleeping habits of Pokemon. This kind of partial papers can be paid for by the publisher, so he is fully capable of earning the manuscript fee.
 
　　As long as he selectively chooses some information that he has access to, and can write a complete process, they do not need to be suspicious of the source of the information.
 
　　Let's talk about the abilities and evolution of the Pokemon.
 
　　Others first explore, then summarize the results and publish them.
 
　　And Fang Yuan first knows the result, then explores and summarizes.
 
　　Two completely different processes can save Fang Yuan a lot of detours. It can be said that Fang Yuan is more suitable to be a Pokemon researcher than a Pokemon trainer.
 
　　Fang Yuan began to prepare a research paper on Eevee's Anticipation ability after returning from the Little Phoenix Cup.
 
　　He worried that because of Eevee's performance in the Little Phoenix Cup, he would be noticed by someone suspicious.
 
　　After all, Eevee, who was just two months old, had such an abnormal reaction speed.
 
　　If someone preempted him to publish related papers, Fang Yuan would have nowhere to cry, which is equivalent to losing at least 50,000 yuan in vain.
 
　　And Eevee's ability, he did not need to hide it as a secret, because, after evolution, Eevee's abilities will change.
 
　　Unless Eevee is allowed to evolve into Espeon, in this way, the ability may be retained.
 
　　Because Espeon also has a natural ability to predict.
 
　　There is such a description in the game that Espeon is extremely loyal to the trainers they recognize. It is said that in order to protect the safety of the trainers, the predictive ability has become very developed. So, if you don't want to abandon the predictability that Eevee has trained, the Sun Pokemon is definitely Fang Yuan's first choice.
 
　　In reality, since Espeon, the Eevee evolutionary form has not been discovered, the Anticipation ability will certainly not cause much reaction.
 
　　Since it is not particularly valuable information, it is better to turn it into substantial benefits.
 
　　Fang Yuan didn't think that hiding an Anticipation ability would make Eevee invincible.
 
　　However, since Fang Yuan first came into contact with research papers and didn't know the specific writing method, he learned it all from scratch.
 
　　And because of the need to test some data with Eevee, it took him about a week to write it.
 
　　But the official submission...It is estimated that it will take a few days before he has to improve it.
 
　　The main reason was that the review time was too long, ranging from a few days to several months. He really couldn't stand the hassle.
 
　　...
 
　　The next day.
 
　　Fang Yuan, who stayed up late to write an essay and homework, came to the classroom with sleepiness.
 
　　He didn't go to bed until nearly twelve yesterday, and he didn't have much rest at all.
 
　　Let's go to the club classroom to catch up on the morning run...
 
　　Fang Yuan yawned and took out a textbook, intending to start reading early, but at this moment, Fang Yuan suddenly heard someone calling him outside.
 
　　He saw that it was Liu Le.
 
　　"Boss, someone asked me for help."
 
　　After Fang Yuan went out, Liu Le said excitedly.
 
　　"What do you mean?"
 
　　"The Psychological Society, after listening to your instructions yesterday, after sending out the posters of the club, a girl from the same class came to me this morning and wanted to ask our club for help..."
 
　　It's only the second day of school, someone asks for help from the Psychological Society?!
 
　　Fang Yuan showed a look of interest, and said, "What's the reason?"

Why do Pokemon fight each other in the college entrance examination? Why are they attacking you when you go out? Can anyone tell me what happened to the earth... Don't touch me, I don't want medicine, I'm not crazy!

After accepting the setting, Fang Yuan was determined to become an excellent trainer.

(The beginning of the novel will be like a slice of life novel but it gets heated up pretty fast, so bear with it for the first 10-15 chapters)

(Updates will be sporadic. As said in the title, I am not the author. I'm just a guy with a lot of time and a desire to share this excellent book with my fellow readers. I am unable to contact the author due to language problems but if the author wants to talk with me just leave a comment anytime.)

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