Just little things that sometimes help me with writing and my thoughts of different forms of writing.



Zhang Zian was Pi's only friend. The other elves in the pet shop could talk but Pi couldn't, and Pi was the only elfin that could type, so Pi found it difficult to communicate with others. Zhang Zian had always been worried about Pi. When he couldn't keep it company, who could relieve its loneliness?

In China, it was forbidden to have primates as pets, so Pi couldn't appear before humans. Zhang Zian couldn't explain to others that Pi wasn't an animal, it was an elfin, ruling out the possibility of Pi making friends in real life. 

Zhang Zian felt that the Internet was a good space to make friends. As the saying goes, on the Internet, nobody knows who you are.

Pi carefully thought about his suggestion, nodded, and typed: I'll try it.

So, Zhang Zian helped it join the group established by the readers. The application was approved almost instantly. The readers in the group were so exhilarated seeing that Pi had joined the group.

"Are you the author?"

"Are you really the author?"

"Are you actually the author of Pet King?"

Everyone asked questions one after another.

Zhang Zian looked at Pi with encouragement. Having just learned the skill, Pi captured the screen of the platform for authors on the Qidian website and sent the image to the group. Then Pi typed: Hello, everyone. I'm the author of Pet King. Thank you for your support!

The readers were even more excited, expressing their love of the book and their curiosity about the author.

Pi was bemused, not knowing what questions to answer first or how to answer them. Fortunately, the group's manager helped Pi in a timely manner. 

[Killed by A Sword]: Everyone, don't harass the author. You'll delay Popo's writing. 

Zhang Zian was surprised. They've given Pi a nickname?!

"Eeek."

Pi smiled. It seemed to like the nickname.

Pi found that the readers were very friendly. Whether they were discussing the plot of Pi's book or talking about their life experiences, they were very polite, which was completely different from what Pi had imagined. Every once in a while, Pi would slip in one or two sentences to express its own opinions. Each comment from Pi was praised by the readers, who would subsequently ask Pi a series of questions or urge Pi to release more chapters, making Pi feel overwhelmed again. 

As Zhang Zian watched the interaction between Pi and the readers, he knew it was a great idea to ask Pi to join the Book Group.

While chatting with the readers, Pi refreshed the website from time to time. Previously, the number of readers who had put Pet King in their libraries was 9,853. Now, the number was increasing.

9,887.

9,923.

9,945.

9,972.

Finally, the number became 9,999.

Zhang Zian held his breath, and Pi minimized the chat room window. Their eyes stared at the number, waiting for the moment when it became ten thousand.

However, reality was different from their expectations. When Pi refreshed the website once again, the number decreased to 9,998.

"Eeek."

Pi lowered its head. Every time it saw the number decline, it'd be so frustrated and thought that the readers gave up reading the book because of its poor writing. 

"Pi, raise your head."

Zhang Zian patted its shoulder, comforting it. "Pi, you have to remember that your novel isn't the Renminbi and it will never be liked by everyone. You should know that only two out of ten customers actually decide to buy my pets. Money means nothing to me." 

Pi raised its head and pointed at its chest. The gesture meant: You should be ashamed of what you just said.

However, Zhang Zian's joke had helped Pi regain its confidence and courage. Pi quickly forgot the one reader who had just left and refreshed the webpage again.

10,000

"Eeek!" Pi danced with joy. 

"Finally, 10,000! High-five!" Zhang Zian raised his right palm.

Pi lifted its small pink hand and gently hit Zhang Zian's palm. Zhang Zian wanted to celebrate, but his cell phone suddenly rang.

He took out his cell phone, thinking that it was a message from an acquaintance or merchant. He was surprised to find that Pet Hunter had opened with new three tips. 

[Game Tips]: Congratulations! Your Molecule Monkey has collected enough Strength of Faith to upgrade!

[Game Tips]: Your Molecule Monkey is currently an Elite level elfin. After upgrading, it will become an Elite/Premier elfin. 

[Game Tips]: Are you upgrading now? If you choose "No," you can upgrade it later.

[Yes/No, remind me later]

Zhang Zian was stunned. It was his first time encountering the upgrade of an elfin. 

His palm was still touching Pi's, so Zhang Zian could feel its temperature that was slightly higher than that of humans. He looked at Pi, who was staring at the computer screen with joy and refreshing the page with the other to see the number increase.  

Zhang Zian glanced at the computer screen. The Add to Library number had become 10,031.

Although he didn't pay attention to the time, he believed that the game's upgrade option popped up when the number had reached 10,000.

Was that a coincidence?

"Pi, I'm going to the bathroom. Stay here by yourself for a while. By the way, don't just chat with the readers, start writing," he said, taking his hand back.

Pi nodded and excitedly launched the Word document. However, the novelty of joining the group hadn't yet passed, and Pi still occasionally looked at the chatroom.

Zhang Zian entered the bathroom, closed the door, and said in a low voice, "Navigation Elfin, are you there?"

[Navigation Elfin]: At your service.

A flashing light appeared on the screen of Zhang Zian's cell phone. 

"Navigation Elfin, is this 'upgrade' the kind I imagined?" he asked, thinking that the Navigation Elfin would be able to understand what he meant without explanation. 

[Navigation Elfin]: Yes, the upgraded Molecule Monkey won't disappear, unless it's downgraded due to losing its Strength of Faith.

"Are there any side effects?" he asked with concern.

[Navigation Elfin]: There are no side effects.

There was no reason that the Navigation Elfin would lie, Zhang Zian believed it. "Thank you, I have no other questions."

[Navigation Elfin]: Enjoy playing your game!

The light disappeared.

Zhang Zian took a deep breath, and clicked "Yes."

[Game Tips]: Your Molecule Monkey is upgrading. Please wait!


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

"I haven't introduced myself yet. Sorry for that. My name is Seele Zauga, but you can call me Seeley. It is a pleasure to meet you, in more ways than one", she said with a slight curtsy and giggle as she left through the door.

As Seele Zauga left, she thought 'Show Device'. Nothing happened. She thought 'Show Device' again but nothing happened.

"That's odd, must've misplaced it somewhere. I'll ask Mommy to give me another one", she said to herself as she looked up and suddenly shot off into the sky, her wing fully elongated and magestically flapping going up and down.

Bey stared at the door where the woman had exited from and thought, "She has a man's name...so weird why was she talking like I might know her".

He looked down at his paws and thought 'Show Device' and the device reappeared in his hands. He asked CyReign "So how do I leave this place?".

[WB MASTER. ON THIS DEVICE LOOK ON THE TOP LEFT HAND SIDE. THERE SHOULD BE AN OPTION WHICH SAYS 'MENU'. CLICK THAT THEN CLICK 'TERMINAL']

Bey saw that at the top of the screen of the device he was holding, there were a few options. On the top left there was a button in blue called 'MENU', in the middle there was a greyed out button with nothing written on it and on the far right was another greyed out button, but this one had the writing 'CHAT' on it.

"What happens if I click the 'CHAT' button CyReign?", he asked the AI.

[NOTHING WILL HAPPEN NOW MASTER AS YOU HAVE NOT UNLOCKED THAT FEATURE. FOR NOW, PLEASE CLICK 'MENU' THEN CLICK 'TERMINAL']

Bey clicked the 'MENU' button which was in blue and the whole screen was filled with many options which were all greyed out except in the middle, which had a button called 'TERMINAL' in the same blue colour as the 'MENU' button. He clicked it and was presented with a blue button in the middle of the screen which read 'Go on Adventure'.

"What do I do next CyReign?", he thought.

At the top of the screen a small green text appeared.

[MASTER CLICK ON 'GO ON ADVENTURE']

He clicked it and was presented with a loading screen, a cute blueish creature was turning the pages of what looked like a book, at the bottom there was the loading bar in orange but was filling up with green indicating the progress of how much loading had been completed.

At the middle top of the screen was a text box which read:

[Tips 004]
There are many items in the world of Toram Online for ordinary players but Legendary Heroes have access to more Super Rare Drops.

As he was reading the text and trying to figure out what he was reading, the loading screen finished and he felt a little tingle. 

He noticed that his paws that was holding the device was fading away.

"Whaaa what's happening to me!", he thought to himself as he started to panic. He closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he noticed he was in Rakau Plains. He noticed that he was still holding the device and there was writing on the screen.

[CONGRATULATIONS MASTER, THAT WAS YOUR FIRST EXPERIENCE IN TELEPORTING]

Bey was confused, not just by the teleporting that he experienced but by the text that he saw on the loading screen. Before he could ask anything, CyReign was writing something.

[MASTER PLEASE GO AHEAD AND SUMMON YOUR BOT 'ALPHA']

Bey noticed that previously his screen showed what looked like a little party consisting of him and Alpha, but now the screen only showed a pixelated version of him there, on the left written 'Bey' with a health gauge in green below his name. His small character was situated in Rakua Plains. He clicked the 'SUMMON ALPHA' button and Alpha appeared right next to him, both on the device and next to him in person.

"Woah", Bey thought as he was surprised by the sudden appearence of Alpha. "I need to get used to this".

In small green writing at the top of the screen CyReign was typing.

[OK MASTER, IT'S TIME TO START FARMING. YOU SEE ON YOUR DEVICE IT SHOWS THERE IS A RAFFY NOT TOO FAR FROM YOU. CLICK YOUR BOT 'ALPHA' THEN CLICK THE RAFFY ON YOUR DISPLAY]

Bey clicked on Alpha on the screen then the Raffy that was not too far from them. He didn't turn around to have a look at the Raffy as he was scared the same luring effect will occur again and he would lose control.

Alpha started to move fluidly towards the Raffy behind him. He followed Alpha with his gaze and noticed Alpha was heading towards a Raffy that was minding it's own business. The Raffy's back was towards them so Bey knew he was safe, so long as their gazes didn't meet he felt the lure wasn't so bad.

Alpha went right next to the Raffy, lifted his Staff and swung it down on the Raffy.

THUMP

Bey looked at his screen and noticed now it showed the Raffy next to them with a small green health window on top of it's head. The Raffy's health went down by one third after the attack delivered by Alpha. On the screen he noticed the Raffy turn around and it's face didn't look so docile but angry. 

It suddenly charged for Alpha.

Alpha's green health bar turned red and showed that most of the health disappeared 

The Raffy looked ready for another attack.

"Oh my days this feels like the first battle in a P*kemon game", thought Bey to himself, the thought coming from deep within.

In a world where bloodshed, heartbreak and no freedom, comes a little boy who has lost nearly everything, struck by the dire situations he has fallen into he crawls into himself to escape the harsh realities in front of him. What he finds dwelling deep down was not what he was expecting…

It was a rainy day in Birmingham. Dark grey clouds smeared across the sky like smudges on an oil painting. Thargaret matcher was sitting in her dressing room, picking out which sort of snazzy hair colour she will try next. As she must impress all the e boys on her discord server. She picks up the dye brush and starts doing her hair.
Thargaret: "a lovely bright pink will do the trick i think"
She finishes colouring her hair, she has a shower and washes it. Now shes ready to enter the private vc.
*discord sound*
The vc she entered only had one person in it. And his name was boe jiden. She fixed her hair and turned on her camera.
Thargaret: "nice day we are having?"
She twirls her newly dyed hair.
Boe: "yes. Aha. It is quite a lovely day. Aha"
You can hear boe ruffle his hair through his HyperX QuadCast - USB Condenser Gaming Microphone, for PC, PS4 and Mac, Anti-Vibration Shock Mount, Four Polar Patterns, Pop Filter, Gain Control, Podcasts, Twitch, YouTube, Discord, Red LED - Black. 
Thargaret: "your microphone sounds very crisp. How much was it?"
She adjusts in her seat, visibly interested.
Boe: "$165.09 + $25.59 Delivery"
Thargaret: "oh that sounds very fancy. Say, are you looking for any e girls on here by any chance? Just wondering hahahaha"
She is visibly nervous and slouches in her chair thinking that she is going to be rejected by another e boy. 
Boe: "why yes i am m'lady"
Boe turns on his camera. He is a very handsome man. With red eyeshadow and purple lipstick, and a fedora. He tips his fedora.
Thargaret is almost unable to contain her excitement. Knowing she has found true love. 
Thargaret: "oh well, this is very surprising! Uhm i think i have a bit of a.."
She puts her index fingers together.
Thargaret: "a.. a bit of a cwush on you"
Boe takes his fedora off, revealing his almost balding head. Thargaret waits for a response from him. She quivers, sweat drips down her old wrinkly face. She looks up at the screen. Boe's face fills the screen, she is put in a trance by his beauty. 
Boe: "well i am much honored to be your crush m'lady"
He tips his fedora again.
(Note: i regret writing this)
Boe: "but…"
That word, thargaret feels her heart sink. Is she going to be rejected again? She shakes in her sweaty gamer chair.
Boe: "but i cannot court you for i have fallen in love with another. She is younger and more pure then you are. I am so very sorry thargaret."
Thargaret almost falls off her chair. Her eyes filled with tears. But also rage. She must know who this maiden is that stole her love away.
Thargaret: "what her name?:
Her mind is filled with rage. She was sure he was the one. After 84 years of waiting she was sure.
Boe: "i do not know her name, but her discord is "Kasey kahne 02" and she is the love of my life"
Thargaret knew what she had to do. She had to interrogate this bitch. The one that took boe away from her. She was about to ask for this womans account but alas.
*discord leave sound*
He left the call. Thargaret will never know who that woman was, nor will she ever get to talk to the love of her life again. She then leaves the call. Writes a status and puts it on do not desturb" she gets up from her gaming chair and goes into her room. She crys. Her status reads "heartbroken"

...

It was a rainy day in Birmingham.


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After entrusting two important tasks to James, I continue my lecture with Old Man.

"Humph, I thought you'll ignore me like just now."

"Hm? Did I?"

The three of them when they walked in the store, I immediately sensed there's something wrong.'

'I greeted three of them with a big smile as they came back but none of them replied.'

Father was tired due to the money he spent, Brother's thoughts were onto Father's health, as for me I'm was the same with brother but in a different way.

"I've heard that you guys went to Singapore for a checkup. How is it?"

"Is it bad?"

Diabetes, slight stomach inflammation, and hypertension... 

They're indeed bad, but not too much to worry about.

I'm more worried about the cancer cells hiding in Father's body.

"The doctor said that my father has diabetes, slight stomach inflammation due to alcohol, and hypertension."

"And... is that bad??"

Old Man didn't know what all of the weird terms mean, it does sound serious to him.

"Yes it is, but as long as Father takes the medication and look out for what he's eating, it'll be fine."

"Oh, I see."

-----

The store closed quite early as it's Sunday, Old Man said that he haven't visited his internet cafe for a while so unfortunately, he can't stay to accompany me, not that I need one.

Checking out Hero's official forum to see their response on the update that I've implemented not long ago, I found out most of them enjoyed it, though some of them complained that it's more toward pay to win after the latest update.

I didn't force any of you to buy Mana Crystals at all. In fact, any of you guys could easily farm mana crystals as long as the player put the effort and time into farming.

Few people did speak out for the game, saying that instead of saying that, it's much better to be thankful toward the developer for not setting a limited amount of mana crystals that you can gain per day.

I nodded my head in agreement.

That's right, you guys would hate me if I put a limitation on the people that didn't spend money at all.

This person seems reasonable, after checking his profile, I found out that he's quite active in the forum too, answering other's people questions and giving out tips.

I should reward him.

Maybe assigning him as a mod might be a good idea?

I started by PMing him.

[Good Morning, Fwerv335]

[This is LEE123, the developer of Hero]

[I've seen that you're quite active at the forum section.]

[If you're fine with it, can I assign you a status of Moderator?]

While waiting for his response I decided to went shopping, though there's some material left on James' house, they almost ran out.

I mean, I did waste 80% of them, turning them into scraps with my lack of skills.

Yep, might as well go all out this time.

Hero did make tons of cash for me to spend.

After putting a bunch of items into my cart, I finally got some response from Fwerv335.

[Good Morning!]

[I'm honored that you noticed me and would like to be glad to be assigned as a moderator, but I'm not sure what should I do as a moderator.]

Honestly, I just wanted to reward him, even though I'm giving him a title, I didn't plan to give him any special privileges other than status, but since he's seeking more responsibility might as well try.

[At first, I'm planning to give you the status as a moderator in-name-only, but if you want, I could give you an authority to monitor the forum itself.]

[As long as you don't abuse your authority to bully others, I'll give you the authority to remove posts and ban people from the forum.]

[Do you want to take the status or both status and responsibility? It's your choice.]

[If you do well, I'll reward you some cash and something special]

There's a chance that I give authority to a troublemaker, but I'm willing to risk. If it goes well, I got myself someone, who I could trust to maintain Hero's official forum.

I have a lot of time to monitor what he does as a moderator, depending on his performance, I'll continue to let him do as he pleases.

[I wanted to try! As long as I do what I usually do its fine right?]

[Yes. Just monitor all of the discussions do what you usually do, answering other people's suspicion or giving useful tips to the people.]

[There's one more thing that you need to do and that is removing false information if there was one.]

[If you have any questions that you're not sure with, feel free to ask.]

[I have made you into a moderator. Lastly, don't spend too much time in the forum just because you're a moderator. You should treat it as something you do when you have free time, not as a job or anything.]

[Understand! If I have a question, I'll ask!]

Now, back to shopping.

...

...

This time I bought material worth of two hundred thousand dollars along with equipment that I may need to assist me.

There's still some money left inside James' bank account, it'll be enough for him to travel as long as he didn't spend lavishly.

After I've done finished my shopping, it's quite late already.

"Andy go and buy some food outside for dinner!"

 Mervin called out loudly from upstairs, his voice can be heard all the way to where I was sitting.

"Right, anything specific that you want to eat?!"

I loudly replied, asking for his preference.

"Something that's not greasy."

"Alright."

Something not greasy... that's hard to find.

Chicken Soup it is then.

After buying and eating dinner, I didn't go back down to use the computer.

I decided to go take a bath and went to bed early, not only me but Mervin and Lee went to bed early too.

They must be tired when they returned from Singapore.

As I about to close my eyes, Mervin woke me up, asking me an odd question.

"Oi, Andy. What is it that you're hiding from Father?"

"There's no need to hide from me, I have been observing you inside of the ferry. You looked troubled of something."

"Huh? What?"

 The sudden questioning, out of nowhere startled me.

"Stop the act, tell me what you know."

Mervin kept pressuring me, trying to get me to tell the truth.

"There's nothing wrong, really. I just wondered what diabetes father had. The doctor didn't tell me and I forgot to ask."

"There are two types of diabetes and I just found it out on the internet just now."

That's a fact, there are two types of diabetes where one of them commonly appear among children and adolescents. The other one, type 2 diabetes develop as you get older.

"Really?"

"Y-yeah, truly."

Mervin didn't seem to be convinced, he just kept staring at me.

I just closed my eyes, ignoring him and went to sleep to avoid further questioning.

-----

The next morning was the usual morning, father woke up early at 5 AM and went to work, Mervin woke up at 6 AM, bought some food and eat before going to work.

As for me, I wasn't called by Mervin because there's no school, I woke up at 7 AM and there's a note on the table left by Mervin.

[EAT AND DON'T CAUSE ANY TROUBLE!]

Right... I won't.

The day continued, as usual, I opened the store for Old Man while there's no customer, I started writing the Super AI program, continuing where I left off.

I wanted to make StoryEngine but realizing that It'll be better if I just focus on one objective first.

Hero turned out to make enough cash for me to use. At least for now, I'm not lacking any cash.

So, right now the StoryEngine can be put on hold after I get my own Artificial Intelligence it's not too late to create that platform.

If it goes well, I could even ask it to aid me, creating the program, saving me time and effort.

"Welcome!"

A customer came, I then quickly switched out the screen to normal cashier screen, waiting for him to finish buying things, only then I switched back and get back to work. 

After a while, Old Man arrived with a terrified expression.

"Andy! Are you who send me over a hundred million rupiahs!"

How long was it already?

"Yeah."

"Where did you get that money?!?"

"I thought you know I made games?"

"It earned that much!?"

Oh, you don't know the money games can earn... especially if you work alone and don't need to share the profit.

Though if you're alone, the workload multiplies too.

"What is that large amount of money for?"

"To repay the debt I owe you."

"Which debt?"

"Furniture."

"That didn't even cost over ten million!"

"It's fine, just don't tell others about the money."

Old Man was speechless, the kid in front of him is truly a genius and he just realized it now.

He never thought to earn money through making games. He was just studying from Andy because of his interest and curiosity.

'This might have been the best decision I have ever made.'

Old Man didn't bother me, asking me to teach him more stuffs. He just silently stood behind me, watching me writing code.

When there's a customer, Old Man instantly went to tend them.

"No need to switch the screen, you can continue writing. I'll handle the customer."

'That's not the problem, I don't want the customer to see me writing code. I appreciate his goodwill though.'

Hm, whatever, not like they understand what I'm doing either.

This is not the story about someone playing VR-MMORPG.

Instead of someone playing VR-MMORPG, this is the story where someone makes VR-MMORPG possible. 

Technology and Science have truly come a long way. 

Finally, in the year 20XX, the people successfully created Immersive VR-MMORPG. A technology that takes you to another world, allowing an individual to experience a second-life.

Unfortunately, Andy Lee, who participated in creating the masterpiece technology, didn't get to enjoy it. Before the technology was perfected, he died of a heart attack.

Being devastated by the fact he didn't get to fulfill his dream, he was given a second chance. He miraculously traveled back to his primary school days.

This time, he won't slack. He will live his life to the fullest unlike before.

His goal in this life was obvious and that is to fast-forward the development of technology and science. All of the efforts he gave were only to achieve his dream, which is to play VR-MMORPG.

Believe it or not, Nolan is a very popular name on social media. If I wanted to follow him, I needed more than his first name. I sat on the couch staring at my phone with the list of Nolans, not know which one is the correct one based on the profile picture.

I decided to give up, throwing my phone on the couch next to me. I have the day off from obligations so I decided to finish my homework for Monday. 

While I was deep in my work, 2 hours in, my phone buzzed. 

Instagram
Nolan Aberra has requested to follow you

My heart dropped. I started to feel my face flush and my heart beat faster. I tapped on the notification and logged on to Instagram. Not being able to really see the profile picture on the tiny screen, I decided to accept the follow request and requested to follow him back to figure out if he's the person I was thinking about. 

He accepted right away so I tapped to see his profile. Pictures filled the screen. There were many pictures with him along with pictures of what I assumed was his dogs. There was a golden retriever that kept popping up into the collage of pictures. It made my heart melt to see all of these pictures. 

As I was scrolling, I saw a video that he posted. I decided to click on it. 

It started playing and I rushed to plug in my earbuds. His dark brown hair was the first thing that I saw in the video. As he adjusted the camera, I started seeing more of him and noticed he had his guitar. Once he set down the phone, he adjusted his fingers on the guitar and started strumming and plucking. 

I didn't recognize the tune but it sounded beautiful. It made my heartbeat slow down and somehow his music made me feel super relaxed. Then he started singing. I was even more transfixed on him. He had sweet vibrato with a raspy but clear tone that made my heart sing along. When the video ended, I looked at what the song was to try to add it to my music library. 

His caption said, "I've started writing this piece; the temporary title is Happiness. Let me know what you think!" 

I shuddered in the shock of his talent. When he said he wasn't that good at the party, I imagined him being the worst singer with the worst way of writing music with words. Nolan was not the case, in fact, he was more than I could have ever expected. He was brilliant with a guitar and a pen. I wish he knew. 

I was tempted to write in the comments but then I realized this video was written 4 months ago. If I started messing with his posts, even just liking the video, it would show him that I am in fact going through his profile. I don't want to be the stalker now. In the end, I decided to leave it alone.

________________________________________________________________________________

I'm sorry this was a really short chapter. I promise I'll try to make the next one longer and more interesting. 

Also if you liked what you have read so far, please express it by commenting, voting, and/or sharing. I would greatly appreciate it.

If you see some errors include grammar mistakes or phrasing, please point it out to me so I can fix it. If you have tips for me, please express those too, don't be afraid to share your opinions with me, I am a very open-minded person, and I guarantee that I won't take it personally if I know your intentions are good.

Thank you for reading! I hope you keep reading and enjoy as the story progresses.

A lot of times girls think that they won't find their true love because they aren't pretty enough or not skinny enough to get a significant other. One 17 year old girl's thinking has changed when she falls in love with a boy that thinks she is beautiful even when she has convinced herself she is not. She soon learns that what's on the inside is more important than what's on the outside and that everyone is beautiful in their own unique way. Her and this boy go through hardships throughout the story with their own insecurities and dealing with people not liking them for who they are. The boy, Nolan, soon graduates high school and pursues a degree in singer/songwriter in college. He and the girl, Melony, has to adapt to him becoming famous and having an image.

Therefore, if the thread had to choose between Gu Jiu and his silly son, the thread's moderator would definitely choose his silly son.
Love does not seek to be vigorous and vigorous, but it seeks to be long-lasting and meaningful!
* 
This thread was posted in Xia Ling's circle of friends. When she read it, she felt that this reader was quite profound. A brainless love story, yet she could quote from the classics and tell so many truths about life.
The readers were all teenage girls, and Xia Ling was used to it.
Their life experiences were all pure and clean. Every time the male lead and female lead had any emotional troubles, the first ones who couldn't stand it were always these pure-loving girls.
Xia Ling didn't abuse the master, but she changed the male lead.
The child in he Tian's belly was Gu Jiu's, and he Tian was with her silly son. The silly son took over the Pan Xia, which was unclean in many people's hearts.
Those who abandoned the article didn't know how high the comments were.
Xia Ling was used to it.
She used the way of business to look at her current book writing. She was very open-minded about profits and losses.
At first, she wrote ten thousand words, but later on, she wrote eight thousand words a day and kept two thousand words in her hand.
Seeing a group of writers shouting and writing every day, but each of them started to write at the speed of life and death at night, Xia Ling silently saved 140,000 words of manuscript.
Her style of writing was still not quite the same as Hu lingling's, but she had a stronger view of the big picture, and the plot settings in her novels were more explosive.
The readers were never used to it. The number of readers who read her books regularly every day rose from 1,100 to 1,700 very quickly.
Xia Ling was very diligent. She was so diligent that the little sisters who fought and chatted with Hu lingling online could not help but ask her when they saw her high ranking in the code team every day.
Fu lingling, are you still human?
Hu lingling's pen name in the online literary circle was Fu lingling.
* 
The heavenly axiom always paid hard work and had enough manuscripts in hand. Xia Ling never felt empty when she received tips from readers. She did not know when it began, but no matter how many readers gave her, she was never emptied out.
Her monthly income went from ten thousand to twenty thousand, thirty thousand... ...
That day, the editor finally found her.
"Fu Lingling, your book update is very stable. Do you still have any manuscripts in storage? "
Xia Ling coolly took a screenshot of the number of manuscripts she had in storage and sent it to the editor. "Yes, one hundred and sixty thousand. "
One hundred and sixty thousand... ...
Seeing this shocking number, even the editor, who was used to storms, fell silent for a moment.
Through the screen, Xia Ling could not see the editor's expression, but this was probably a very satisfied expression?
The Editor: "Okay, there just happened to be a person who stopped updating before the entire channel. The editor-in-chief was angry and canceled her entire channel. You can take over tomorrow. After 0 PM, one hundred and sixty thousand will be updated together. There shouldn't be any problems, right? "
"okay, there shouldn't be any problems with me, " Xia Ling replied, just like a writing machine without any emotions.
"Okay. KEEP WORKING HARD! " The editor was used to writers putting on cute emojis to make their presence felt. Suddenly, he encountered such a person who didn't even use much punctuation and didn't talk much. The editor put on an emojis himself to liven up the atmosphere.
* 
That day, Xia Ling finished distributing the manuscript and sent it out for more than an hour.
She didn't care much after sending it out. After all, when it came to writing a book, she had to do her best and leave it to fate. Once the manuscript was sent out, the rest would depend on how much fans and money the book could attract.
She called Luo SI and the two of them went out for crayfish.
Xia Ling had been focusing on her writing career, and she could feel that Luo Si had been very busy recently.
The two of them would always talk about some interesting things in life. Since he didn't mention it, she didn't ask him too much.

Xia Ling wanted to run, but no matter where she went, she could always see the devil king with a gentle and malicious look in his eyes.
"Xia Xia, where are you running to? "

[1v1, sweeter than ever ]
"..."
Text: Yan Luo Bai, "fast wear, flirt: Plan to save the fallen boss"

Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl


'Fans Disappointed by Yun Woo's Absence, but the Show Goes On! The Rebellion of the Nameless Authors? Gems Hiding in Plain Sight?'

'"This Isn't Just About Yun Woo Anymore." The Fierce Battle of the Young Authors.' 

'"I Went to See Yun Woo, but I Came Back in Love with Another Author." The Web Goes Wild over the Presentation at the Exhibition. The Names That Have Been Appearing on the Most Searched Words on the Internet? Young Authors Seizing the Opportunity.' 

'When's Yun Woo Presenting? Fans Devastated by His Absence.'

'Heavy Metal? Tips on Writing Straight from an Author? The Writing Process Beyond Anyone's Imagination.' 

'"Where Did They Come From?" The Hidden Gems Appear Out of Nowhere! A New Wave in the Literary World.' 

'The Potentials of the Literary World According to the Nameless Authors. There's a Bright Future Ahead! Authors with Special Sets of Skills.' 

'"But wait! There's More!" Youth Portrayed by a Legion of Young Authors. The Power of Young Blood.' 

'Where Is Yun Woo? When Is He Presenting? Two Authors Said to Be Left, Leaving Fans on the Edge of Their Seats. "We Want Yun Woo!"'

'Sung Pil, the Winner of This Year's Rookie of the Year Award, Said to Be the Next Presenter. The Battle of the Twenties?' 

---

"I have a friend who went to this! He loved it." 

"All the reviews have been positive so far. At first, I was disappointed that Yun Woo wasn't there, but who would've thought I'd come across new authors?" 

"My jaw dropped when the girl started writing to heavy metal music! I love it! She needs to consider starting a band!" 

"Love me some rock. Did she really write to heavy metal, though?" 

"Zelkova's doing a really good job letting the authors be themselves, which, in my opinion, makes the experience twice as much fun." 

"I loved the presentation today! The author shared some information with the audience to be mindful of when reading, and sure enough, it was definitely a different experience reading with those pieces of information in mind. It was a-whole-nother world! Today was a good day." 

"He was such a good writer. I guess that's what makes him an author."

"Yeah! It read so well! What's even crazier is that it'll be even higher quality when it gets made into a book." 

"It was like being at a book release or a cooking competition between professional chefs! It definitely felt like the authors put a lot of work into their presentations. Definitely worth the money."

"I thought I'd get bored out of my mind reading for two hours straight, but time literally flew by! Sure, it's not a movie theater where they're equipped with top-of-the-line sound and projector systems or flashy visual and sound effects, but this event is a-whole-nother beast of its own. If a similar event happens in the future, I'm there." 

"I would've loved to be there. If only I had a ticket…"

"They were all sold out, thanks to Yun Woo." 

"I heard getting one was near impossible! How did these people do it!?" 

"I'm going tomorrow, and I PRAY that Yun Woo's presenting. I really, really wanna see Yun Woo write in person." 

"Mine's the day after. Yun Woo better not be there tomorrow! Not till I get there!" 

"Wonder how Yun Woo writes."

…

---

On the day of the presentation, Sung Pil was wandering around the hallway. After rigorous consideration, he had chosen a manuscript that he felt confident presenting to Yun Woo and the readers. 'Would they like it?' he asked himself. 

"I just hope this doesn't bite me in the butt later, somehow." 

He was under quite a lot of pressure. Then, stopping in his tracks, he thought about what would happen if he were to disappear. There was bound to be those who'd suffer losses, which would include disappointing the readers. His debut title would be the last book he'd ever write. The reporters would do everything within their power to make sure his identity got revealed to the public, placing him on the chopping block, and eventually getting him deported out of the country. His imagination kept working. 

Sung Pil thought back to the time when he had rambled on to Juho while drunk, nearly threatening him against running away from their imminent face-off. As he started walking forward again, he tried to comfort himself by thinking more positive thoughts. He had seen somebody buy his book for the first time before his eyes. He was recognized by another person for the first time. People actually started talking to him, including his professor, complimenting him. 'Everything will be OK.' 

"You're up in ten minutes. Get ready."

"All right." 

When the other authors visited Sung Pil in the waiting room, Juho wasn't among them. The authors who had already presented seemed to be much more at ease. They didn't seem to think of Sung Pil as a threat. The student abroad, in particular, had a cocky look about him. When he had finished writing, the audience had exploded into applause, which had been a first since the start of the event. After that, there had been noticeably more articles written about him and the event in a positive light. In that situation, neither advancing nor retreating was easy. 

"Sigh," Sung Pil exhaled, rising from his seat. While following a member of the staff to the stage, he read through his manuscript one more time. Although he had every single sentence memorized, he brushed up on them regardless. Soon, the stairs leading up to the stage appeared before his eyes, and the voices of the readers talking among themselves could be heard. Then, with a tap on the shoulder from the staff member signaling him to go up, Sung Pil let his legs take him up to the stage. The bright light exposed him to the audience as he walked on it. 

Yun Woo. They were the first words Sung Pil heard onstage. The view was quite different from the second floor. He was in the limelight and, before he knew it, he had a microphone in his hand. 

"Hello. I'm Sung Pil," he said. As the author introduced himself, the audience grew quieter. 

"I debuted as an author this year." 

Everyone looked at him as if looking at somebody for the first time. Nobody knew who he was. At that moment, the name Yun Woo flashed in his mind. The eyes with which the audiences looked at Yun Woo looked nothing like the eyes they were using to look at Sung Pil. Turning his gaze, Sung Pil looked up to the second floor, wondering about the look on his friend's face. 

"But that isn't to say that I just started writing this year. I genuinely respect all the authors who have presented up to this point. So, I'll do my absolute best." 

The audience showed no response to his somewhat heavy-handed remark. Although it wasn't necessarily out of hostility, they weren't necessarily welcoming of the author either. However, Sung Pil paid no attention to them and said, "Let us begin." 

Putting the microphone down, he reminded himself that he was being watched by Yun Woo and of how much he wanted to outdo the author, wanting to stand side by side with him. More accurately, he wanted to be slightly ahead of his friend. He wanted to see what it was like to be at the top, which was precisely the reason he had a manuscript in his hand. Although the stories written by the presenting authors before him were all interesting, they weren't enough to keep Sung Pil on his toes. The author thought about his friend and of when he first came across his friend's writing. Then, he typed out the first sentence, which he had read hundreds of times prior to the presentation. 

---

"I had lost my memory." 

Sung Pil had chosen a narrator who had lost their memory, enduring life alone in a place where everything felt foreign. 

"It's like getting left out at school," Silver Rings said. Having lost their memory, the narrator struggled to find a place to belong. Nobody was willing to let the narrator into their group, and the narrator departed willingly from the one group they had barely managed to become part of. Sung Pil unfolded the story in a very convincing manner, and the friendliness in his writing enabled the readers to empathize with the character.

"That must be his best bet," Silver Rings said, resting her chin on her hand. With which, Juho agreed internally. 

"I did the same thing," she said. She had also chosen a subject and materials she had felt most confident with, probably having written several stories with them. 

"Same here," the fishing pond owner said, raising his hand. The student abroad also agreed silently. 

"What do you think Yun Woo's will be like?" the fishing pond owner asked. 

"It's coming up. Wait just a little longer," Juho replied, fixing his eyes on the screen.

"How come you came late today? I thought you were coming to the waiting room with us." 

After some thought, Juho replied, "I'm keeping Sung Pil in check." 

"Haha! Were you having a stomach problem?" 

"You slept in, didn't you?" 

Nobody seemed to take it seriously that Juho was keeping Sung Pil in check. Considering that Sung Pil was the youngest and the newest, their response to Juho's statement made sense. Although Sung Pil's debut title was outstanding, everyone else's debut titles had been just as good. 

"Look at that," somebody said, pointing at the screen. 

"Seems like he's off to a good start," the fishing pond owner said calmly. The audience didn't seem too convinced by what they were seeing on the screen. However, Sung Pil was clever in the way he built his story. The words on the screen indicated to the authors that the author onstage was establishing a foundation. The fact that he got off on the right foot was a promising indicator that things would look up soon.

"Look." 

And as if proving that, the authors and the audience alike grew quieter. At the appearance of a dark horse, the authors, with the exception of Juho, started growing anxious. 

"He's good," the fishing pond owner said. And taking that as a signal, the other authors started pouring out their thoughts about Sung Pil's writing.

"Seems like he really knows how to establish a good foundation. It lets the readers focus on the narrator's situation without the author having to explain why their memory isn't there." 

"His descriptions are impressive."

"Didn't think he'd actually try that hard to outdo us."

The story had a clear sense of direction and the members of the audience grew increasingly curious as to how the narrator, who was overwhelmed with a sense of loss, would go about recovering their lost memory. The curiosity of the audience provided momentum for them to keep on reading in anticipation for the next sentence, making sure they weren't missing anything. As if aware of that, Sung Pil maintained a steady pace. He, too, was quite stable. Despite the lack of music or interaction, the audience felt sufficiently connected with the author. It was a relationship established through writing. Juho also focused on the words that appeared on the screen, thinking, 'What is he trying to say?' Aside from a handful of authors moaning from time to time as if representing what Juho was feeling, the hall was completely silent. Then, as the story reached the halfway point, the fishing pond owner said, "I'm gonna get going now," and started packing his belongings. 

"What?!" 

When asked for the reason for his early departure, he looked up instead of giving an answer. From the sentences to the plot development, Sung Pil's writing was clearly better than his in every aspect. After sensing his failure, the fishing pond owner gave up on his dream of getting his writing made into a book almost immediately. 

"Sung Pil's the same age as Yun Woo, I believe. He has just debuted, so he doesn't have a whole lot of experience." 

At the mention of experience, Juho looked toward the screen inadvertently. Being ostracized and feeling isolated, those were subjects Sung Pil excelled in. He had been holding on to them for a long time. 

"What he has going on at the moment is special and unique to him, similar to our writing. You can just tell from those sentences," the student abroad said in a calm tone of voice. Then, wiping his forehead, the fishing pond owner replied, "I know. That was a slip of tongue. But for now, I'm gonna get going. I'll see you all tomorrow."

Unlike Yun Woo, Sung Pil wasn't a genius. In the fishing pond owner's mind, the one competitor who would beat him was Yun Woo and Yun Woo alone. Sung Pil, on the other hand, was supposed to be the least formidable opponent. Yet, his writing was proving to be just as intimidating. 

"But if you stick around till the end…" Silver Rings said, but she closed her lips shortly after. Even without a formal evaluation or a tangible score, the unseen defeat was much more apparent that she thought. After she locked eyes with the fishing pond owner, he left in a hurry, and the air sank into silence. At that moment, Juho was struck by the thought of Gray Hat and the manuscript he had. The show had to go on, with or without the fishing pond owner.

"This is getting disconcerting," the student abroad said quietly. It wasn't clear if he was referring to his situation or the situation within the novel. Then, looking away from the audience, Juho read the story on the screen. Although finding themselves in a peaceful place after losing their memory and place to belong, that peace was short-lived. However, unlike the situations prior to that scene, the narrator had let go of their peace willingly as they grew jealous of their friend. Although the story had been heading toward the climax from a crisis, it started receding back to yet another crisis. 

"There is an end to this story, right?"

"Doesn't seem like things are about to change any time soon, huh?" 

"He's almost out of time, and I thought the story was almost at the end." 

There wasn't a rule stating that the presenting author had to finish their story within a given time. Rather, the focus of the event was in showcasing an author's writing process to the readers. The story came to an end when the segment came to an end. So far, all of the authors who had presented had written their story in their entirety. But what about Sung Pil?

"Ah! That should do it." 

As Juho kept his eyes fixed on the screen, he made sense of the disturbance coming from the audience. A character had appeared, the character that would wrap up the story. 

"The red stranger." 

It was that stranger who saved the narrator from their life spiraling downward. At that moment, Juho reminisced to the time when he met Sung Pil for the first time. Sung Pil had been on his way to the police station after finding some money on the street. From picking up the money on the street to finding the narrator's lost memory, it was all the stranger's doing. Juho still remembered that the money had never ended up returning to the person it had once belonged, and it seemed like Sung Pil had had trouble accepting that reality ever since. 

"Much better," somebody said. Finally, as Sung Pil wrapped up his last sentence, the audience exploded into applause and cheers for him. Not only were they satisfied by Sung Pil's writing, but they were also impressed by the quality of the event. The cheering crowd was incomparably louder than that time when Sung Pil cheered on the phone call with Juho. 

Amid the readers cheering and applauding him, Sung Pil rose from his seat unhurriedly, faced the audience, bowed slowly, and came down from the stage. Sung Pil had far surpassed anybody's expectations. As the applause died down, the audience started making their way out of the hall, each looking just as excited as the other. 

"Uh-oh." 

Sung Pil was proving to be a much more formidable opponent than Juho had thought. Feeling an itch on his palm, Juho rubbed his palms together. Leaning his head back, he remembered the weak points of his manuscript one by one, barely managing to swallow the words that had come up to his throat. However, they still lingered in his thoughts. After the authors had made their way out, leaving Juho alone, he tried murmuring that thought in his head, "Maybe I need to make some adjustments to it."

Yum Woo is the youngest author in history to enter the literature world. His debut work was a massive hit but this success was short lived for the unprepared.

A miraculous second chance comes his way one day.

This is the beginning of that journey.

By the time Father Wang finished smoking one cigarette after his alarming, demonic screech, the female broadcast host Little Xuan had finally come rushing back in after receiving the notification. She tidied up her messy fringe before sitting down demurely in front of the computer screen, her eyes twinkling at the camera as she waved with a pleasantly surprised expression on her face. "Hi! So Jiaomei has come! Welcome, welcome!"
From Wang Ling's point of view, Little Xuan's looks were nothing spectacular and not as outstanding as online otakus had made them out to be. She had the standard hallmarks of an online celebrity, with straight eyebrows and an oval face. However, comparing facial features alone, Wang Ling felt that even without makeup, Lotus Sun was still more attractive. He had to admit, though, that compared with those tedious look-alike female broadcasters online, Little Xuan was nonetheless a pleasant-looking girl with just the right type of voice, sweet and not shrill. In addition, she was wearing a lacy maid's outfit, and black silk stockings on her slender legs…
Hmm, perhaps this was the reason why the audience loved Little Xuan.
As Wang Ling pondered this with his chin in his hands, on the other side, Father Wang had stubbed out his cigarette butt and was looking at Little Xuan plaintively. She clearly understood what this expression meant. "It seems our Jiaomei has run out of inspiration again?"
"The old book is about to be finished, but I have no inspiration for a new one. In a word, I'm anxious!"
Father Wang rubbed the skin between his knitted eyebrows. "There has to be a seamless transition between the completion of the old book and the publication of the new one. Otherwise our whole family will have to tighten our belts…" (And there's a possibility we won't be able to afford even tableware. The amount we spend on tableware for our family oddity each month is not a small one!)
As Father Wang bewailed his poverty, other fans of Little Xuan in the live stream started to kick up a fuss.
"Jiaomei, you're a guru! If you're poor, us white collar small fry who go to work everyday won't need to live anymore!"
"By the way, I'm new here. Is there anyone who can tell me what Master Jiaomei's pen name is? What books has he written?"
"The hell? You don't know Jiaomei?! Jiaomei's pen name is Wang Situ!"
"Holy shit! He's actually Guru Wang Situ!"
...
Just like that, chaos broke out in the live stream!
Because this pen name Wang Situ was too renowned!
When he had been a newbie in the world of web novels back then, Father Wang had finished writing three hundred thousand words in less than two months and had completely floored audiences with his debut novel Let Go of that Wet Nurse. Chapter subscriptions for the novel soared to over two hundred thousand users, setting a new online record for most subscriptions ever and even trouncing top veterans who had been writing web novels for a long time. 
It could be said that at the time, Wang Situ had made an explosive entrance; he was a dark horse who had burst out from under Five-finger Mountain[1] and caught many veteran writers off guard. Previously, a top-ranked writer named Zhu Ge, who had been serializing his books on the Cultivation Reading Network for nearly twenty years, had been so pissed off by Wang Situ's debut that he had quit.
Although Father Wang seldom talked about his writing at home, Wang Ling had nonetheless heard the mighty online legends about him. Over the years, he had made a name for himself and was now very well-known. Nevertheless, the name Wang Situ was still a mysterious existence even to the editors on the Cultivation Reading Network. 
Father Wang had been selected as the top writer at the annual novel awards many times and the website sent him an invitation to the event every year, but he had never attended a single one. He turned down all notices of online and offline activities and dedicated himself solely to literary creation.
After Wang Jiaomei's identity was revealed, there was an endless bombardment of bullet messages[2] in Little Xuan's live stream. Audience numbers even soared from an initial three hundred thousand to five hundred thousand. Looking at this, one could see how popular Father Wang was online… 
"Who would have thought Master Jiaomei was Guru Wang Situ! … By the way, is the book Let Go of that Wet Nurse finished yet?"
"Not yet! But it will be soon — the problem now is that our Guru Wang Situ is worrying over a new book…"
"It's finally going to be finished!" Someone sent a crying emoji. "I remember when I started following this book by Guru Wang Situ; I was still in Qi Condensation primary school back then. Now I'm going to graduate from university soon!"
Seeing this bullet message, Father Wang sent a sweat emoji. "…"
"It's been serialized for thirteen years already, shouldn't this book be ranked number one with the most number of words in a novel?"
"Not yet, there's still an ongoing book called A Reborn Demon's Life. I heard that there was a cultivation master following this book who went into seclusion for one hundred years, and after he came out, he found that this book was still ongoing. It startled him so much it triggered an early ascension in his cultivation realm, and he almost died from the divine tribulation which followed!"
"… Guru Wang Situ, please don't finish yet! Try to beat this book's number of words for the number one spot!"
Seeing this bullet message, Father Wang couldn't help laughing. Even if he continued this book, there was no way the number of words could surpass those in that Demon's Life book. After all, that book had started serialization when the website was first set up.
Let Go of that Wet Nurse told the story of a protagonist who had been reincarnated into the body of a weak prince and how he grew by relying on wet nurses. Later on, thanks to Wet Nurse Rong's steel acupuncture needle, the protagonist was able to open up his Governing Vein. Using a god-given palm technique, he defeated the top killer in the country, King of Killers Demon Huoyun, and became a world-class master…
Back then, inspiration for this story had struck Father Wang when he had been leisurely reading the newspaper on the toilet bowl. Who would have thought that after turning it into a serialized novel, it would unexpectedly enjoy wide popularity among readers.
But after years of serialization, Father Wang felt that he had already included everything he wanted to say in this story. There was no integrity in continuing to write it just for the sake of doing so. Since this was a novel, he should give the characters he created a satisfying end.
This thought did still make him a little sad, however. After all, it was a book he had been writing for more than ten years, and also his debut work. It was inevitable that suddenly finishing it to start a new one would make him feel a little empty and lonely.
That was why Father Wang had sought out Little Xuan. He felt that this kind of youthful and lively maiden would be able to soothe the regret in his heart. At the same time, girls tended to have vivid imaginations, so he thought that Little Xuan might be able to give him some tips for inspiration.
It had been less than half an hour after Father Wang had gone online. Little Xuan looked at the number of people in the live stream. After Father Wang's identity had been revealed… the number had already surged to six hundred thousand.
Father Wang alone had helped her attract three hundred thousand new spectators…
For a broadcaster, this was far more precious than any gift she might receive!
And so, Little Xuan straightaway changed the subject of the live stream to "Let's help Guru Wang Situ come up with new themes!"
After making this change, this maiden sank into deep thought, clearing racking her brain on the computer screen.
Whenever Little Xuan answered a question on love, she did so with unruffled calm. Thus, the audience had never seen her troubled like this before. The bullet messages flew around the live stream once again…
"Little Xuan is vexed! But still so beautiful!"
"New meme of Little Xuan, GET!"
Looking at this noisy and excited barrage of bullet messages, Father Wang absent-mindedly pulled out a cigarette. There were now six hundred thousand people helping him to think up themes. Even if he wasn't going to use them, at the very least he should be able to get some good ideas.
Pa! The moment Father Wang flicked his lighter on, Little Xuan's face suddenly brightened on the computer screen. "I don't know how to write a novel… but I think maybe you can try this theme… Jiaomei, how about live streaming?"
Live streaming?
Father Wang immediately patted his head. That was right, he could make it about live streaming! Why hadn't he thought of that himself!
[1] This is an allusion to the novel 'Journey to the West,' when the monk Tripitaka frees Sun Wukong from his imprisonment under Wuzhi, or Five-finger Mountain.
[2] Bullet messages are when users watching a video stream can make live comments, which fly across the screen over the video. The original Chinese word 弹幕 actually translates into "bullet screen."


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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