Disclaimer: In this particular script which I have written and published out for you guys is originally based upon one of the most top rated nineties sitcoms Sister sister.





Synopsis: For each volume is for each episode based on this particular series.

These are some poems that I wrote over time. I hope you like them as much as my sister did! XD

this is a collection of some of my poems. some of the poems are about love, life, unrequited love, sorrow, loneliness, and more. I hope you can enjoy of my collection of poems and I hope I can transmit the emotions that the poems are supposed to give.

Just some poems I wrote because poems help us heal. And vent.

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

The Book of Poems... But Instead Called Poems of Blossom
Brought to you by and written by a thirteen year old...
Be prepared to be surprised and...
Yes this is a book full of poems.


Episode 88 - Country of Music 2 'Eugene's unwanted spotlight'

The King raised his hand, motioning for the instrumentalists to play.
"Well, well." The King paused. Continuing, he spoke with sympathy in his voice. "Why don't you relax and release all your tension from your long trip by listening to some music?"
Before anyone could reject or refuse, he sternly added. "Please sit."
"...." Didn't we get tense because of you? Eugene rolled her eyes in her head, walking with the others to their stoned bench to sit.
Ario moved to the King's side and continued his introduction. "My King, this is Duke Earnest of the Marleigh family, and Duke Amos of the Rodriguez family. They are Xenperia's military general and Xenperia's Great Noble's." He motioned with his hands to Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez as he spoke.
"Welcome, Welcome!" The King spoke with a smile on his face. His previous prey-like behavior, no longer on display.
'Bi-polar?' Eugene blinked at the King's sudden change of character.
"Thank you very much for inviting us. We will be in your majesty's hospitality for the next five days." The quiet Duke of Marleigh spoke, nodding his head to the King.
'The quiet man will take care of all the talks this week?' Eugene looked at Duke Marleigh in surprise. Even Louis, Ron, Aeselak, and Euria looked at Duke Marleigh in shock.
"Hm!" The Emperor hummed, nodding to Duke Marleigh.
Motioning to the children, Ario continued. "These are the 8 Paladin of Xenperia, L-"
"I know who they are." The King cut Ario, raising his hands to stop him from speaking.
'Again?' Eugene glanced at the King and Ario in suspicion. Raising her eyebrows, she thought back to the Chinese drama her former manager forced her to watch.
The King was rude. But his rudeness was the type of rudeness of a typical romance-tragedy tv genre. He was like those overbearing male-lead characters doing the wrong things to get his female-lead.
'Hmm..' Eugene rubbed her chin, turning her detective radar on.
According to her insights, men in these types of shows treat the person they fancy badly because the person they fancy doesn't return their romantic feelings. Seeing as to how the King always stopped Ario from talking, or when he showed the whole world he just bedded four men, this theory was definitely right!
'So when he showed those four men to everyone, it wasn't to us, but Ario huh?' Eugene finally concluded.
'Ario sure is brave to refuse the King's advances.' Eugene glanced at Ario.
Ario was currently smiling gently towards them, as if nothing was wrong, as if he was never interrupted. To this Eugene wanted to laugh!
'Ahh.. this King!' Eugene shook her head in her mind. 'Even though he stands above everyone, is a Supreme leader who commands overall, he still can't get a man he likes!' Eugene gently tapped on the stone-bench she was sitting on in fascination with this situation.
"A pity.." Eugene mumbled to herself, not knowing that the two Dukes heard her.
_
"Do you know how to play instruments, or write poems?" The King spoke to the Dukes, his eyes closed as if he was enjoying the harps playing in the background.
"No, Your Majesty. We are military men, so we are not familiar with these types of arts." Duke Rodriguez replied in honesty. All he knew was military drills. Poems and music was not something he touched.
"Ahh.." The King hummed. "So, you love blood and those explosion weapons?" The King raised his brows in question.
"And the children?" The King continued, being persistent on this subject. Glancing at a grey-like-white hair boy, he pointed. "Sure enough, you know one or the other?" The King smiled. His smile hinted that he had no expectations what-so-ever.
"I only know how to play the key," Louis honestly replied. And sure enough, the King's grin got wider.
"However," Louis looked at the King blankly. "When it comes to poems, my sister seems to be well versed at, Your Majesty."
"....." The King dropped his grin. "Hmm.." Chuckling, he questioned. "Your sister?" He glanced at the two identical girls. One had grey eyes, and the other had blood-colored eyes.
"Hahaha!" The King suddenly laughed! "I shall look forward to your sister's poem then!" The King lazily held his face with his hands as he laughed. Within a second, he ceased all laughter, becoming serious all of a sudden.
"If they don't live up to expectations, you know what that entails… right?" The King raised his brows at Louis, attempting to scare the little boy.
"..." Eugene blinked, blankly staring at Louis and the King. 'By sister… Did Louis mean her and Euria?' Eugene tilted her head to the side. ' So.. Euria is good at poems?' Eugene turned towards Euria who was stuffing her mouth with grapes.
Realisation hit her! 'No.. he meant her!' Eugene sharply turned her head towards Louis!
'Wait. Wait. Wait! Wait, one minute! What do 'you know what that entails' mean??!?!?' Eugene rapidly blinked her eyes.
Even Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez were staring at Louis in shock!
"Yes Your Majesty, I understand." Louis's lips raised.
'What do you mean you understand?! For what reasons am I involved in this situation!? Am I going to be executed if I don't live up to expectations?!?! And most importantly, why are you smiling!??' Eugene's head exploded with questions! She wants Louis killed right this moment!
"Alright then!" The king replied happily, not giving a chance for Eugene to refuse! The King then motioned for the men playing the harp to come over.
On their way, the men grabbed papers and ink before walking to the King. Handing the things to Ario, Ario then handed multiple papers to Louis who then forced it into Eugene's hands.
"....." Eugene who suddenly received the tools glared at Louis before glancing at her opponents sitting across her. They too were staring at her, gently smiling.
"Alright then, shall we begin?" The King excitedly waved his sleeves for everyone to begin.
"Haa…" Eugene sighed, giving in to the current situation. What can a small girl like her do anyway? She picked up her brush and before she could think, the King spoke again.
"Oh, as for the rewards. This King will grant you anything you want." Continuing, he added. "The loser… well… The loser should take a swim around the lake? Hahaha!" The King boldly announced, shocking everyone in the room.
"YOUR MAJESTY!" Ario shouted, jumping up in shock!
Startled, the King furrowed his eyebrows at Ario. "You spooked me. Why are you raising your voice as if it's not a good idea?" The King raised his brows in question.
"....." Ario looked down.
"Reply." The King threatened.
With his head down, Ario softly replied. "It's nothing."
"...." Eugene glanced back and forth between the two. 'Well, swimming in the lake during summer is nothing.' Eugene optimistically thought. 'But then again, why would I lose?'
She glanced at Ario who was shifting around in discomfort and the King smiling, pleased because of Ario's reaction.
Eugene silently shook her head before feeling a nudge on her waist. Turning, she saw Aernest looking at her worriedly.
'Quickly write!' Aernest silently communicated, sending a telepathic message to Eugene.
'I know!' Eugene telepathy back.
Glancing at her blank paper, Eugene sighed again.
She wasn't one who cared much about poems but because of her career, many of her lines had to be poetic. Some roles required her to say elegant and sophisticated sentences. 'Ha...Those days were tiring.' Eugene daydreamed.
'I'm sorry poets! I shall steal your poems!' Eugene made up her mind. In deep thoughts, she twirled around her clean brush. 'Long poems were boring, but short poems wouldn't look good.'
The paper-cloth they gave her was thin and transparent. It was roughly the size of her whole body.
'What poem is appropriate in this setting?' Eugene tapped her brush, hesitating about what poems she should use. She had way too many options! She could use poems from her scripts, or famous poems everyone knows!
"Hmmm.." Eugene heard a hum. Glancing towards the noise, she saw the King smiling towards the poets who were currently acting shy and coy. Their faces were red and looked as if they were deeply in love with the King.
'..... Hello? Why are you flirting mid-competition?' Eugene frowned. 'Were they taking me lightly?' Eugene's mood dropped.
"Ha. Ha," Eugene suddenly laughed, an idea popping into her head. Should she write down poems about H.I.V, and that practicing un-safe xxx would lead to unwanted diseases?!? SHOULD SHE?!?
The loving atmosphere is too cringy! Should she destroy it with this brush and paper!?
"I'm finished." A soft voice suddenly announced.
Glancing up, Eugene stared at the Poet who was also looking in Eugene's direction. The mock in his eyes when he saw that Eugene's paper was pale of any ink. '... That's it, I'm executing you.' Eugene silently thought.
"I'm done too, Your Majesty" The 2nd poet also announced. Unlike the first poet, he never glanced at Eugene but only at Ario's direction.
'The jealous type.' Eugene's detective radar actively picked on.
"Alright then, begin when you are ready." The King smiled, motioning for the first poet to read out his poem.
Before the poet began to read, the Dukes and the Paladins worriedly glanced Eugene's way. They were anxious because she hasn't written anything yet. Even Louis, the culprit behind the scenes, furrowed his eyebrows.
Eugene shook her head to relay that everything was alright. Putting her brush down, she glanced across the room to the Poet who stood up to read.
'Everything is alright.' She didn't need to write to remember her poems. She was, after all, using poems from her former world. Besides, she was going to decide which poems to use after her opponents finished reciting. This way, she will have the advantage to counter their attacks and win!
The 1st poet nodded to the King, indicating that he was ready.
"You may begin." The King replied, crossing his legs and closing his eyes to listen.
"Yes, Your Majesty" The 1st poet with bobbed hair replied.
Shifting his body towards the guests, he began in a sad, sorrowful voice that came up from nowhere.
"Let your children be flowers,
Free from pains and hardships,
Oh, god, overestimations,
Lead to eternal sleep,
Regrets and pains,
Are not worth your greed.
Innocent innocent flowers,
We pray for thoust loss"
The bobbed hair man ended, swiping tears that dripped down from the corner of his eyes.
"....." Everyone stopped breathing.
Eugene felt her face dropping. With a face devoid of any emotions, she glanced at the people sitting beside her.
Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez's faces were completely black. Even Louis and Aedelak who normally didn't show any emotions looked stiff.
The poem roughly translates to:
"Let your children be flower" - 'Let the children be children.'
"Free from pains and hardships" - 'Free the children from adult's war.'
"Oh, god, overestimations." - 'You're overestimations.'
"Lead to eternal sleep" - 'Will kill your children.'
"Regrets and Pain" - 'You will regret and face the worst agony'
"Are not worth your greeds" - 'Their death isn't worth adult's greed.'
"Innocent innocent flowers" - 'The children are innocent.'
"We pray for thoust loss" - 'We pray for your loss'
The last line of the poem was problematic. They weren't dead yet, yet the poem was praying for their loss. This was something that should never be said to someone who was still alive, as it brings bad luck. Not to mention, the poem was certain that they were going to die.
"Young Miss." Aedelak softly muttered. She broke character and publicly glared at Louis for putting Eugene into this situation!
Clenching his hand for 2 seconds to release his unwanted emotion, Louis glanced at Eugene. To his surprise, Eugene was smiling as if she was holding in her laughter.  Following her gaze, Louis saw that the King too had the same reaction.
Like Eugene, the King of Zene almost burst out laughing. Sending love eyes to the poet, began to clap in acknowledgment.
This action of his made Eugene lean for her STD poems even more!
Eugene looked at Ario who had the same dark expression as Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez. The three stayed silent, looking as if their mouths were stuffed with paper.
"What's wrong? What's happening, sister?" Aernest noticed the dark atmosphere and asked.
"Hmm... They are sick." Eugene replied, loud enough for the people sitting on her side to hear. By sick, Eugene meant mentally ill.
"Sick? What sickness?" Euria furrowed her eyebrows and asked. Her cheeks, now stuffed with watermelon.
"Hmm.." Eugene pondered for a moment before replying in all seriousness. "This sickness is in the head. It's called being mentally dysfunctional or mentally disabled. They only contract this sickness when one feels inferior to you."
Eugene smiled, knowing what poem she was going to use to counter.
"Huh? I don't understand what you are saying, sister." Euria drooped chin, displaying her double chin publicly.
Eugene shook her head, her eyes conveying that Euria was too young to understand.
"Sister, I also do not get it!" Aernest chimed in, seeing that Eugene wasn't going to elaborate further. She was always like this, using difficult words that he couldn't understand when they were around people of older age! She becomes a different person when she meets different people, especially when she encounters people she dislikes!
Eugene softly sighed, before explaining. "They are sad people. Every day, every year, every second, they are sad people. People we should pity!" Eugene explained in simple terms. "Their heads are broken into many pieces."
".....Psh…" Ron Graeme snorted, unable to hold back his laughter.
Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez too had a hard time holding in their laughter. They were worried for Eugene but seeing her saying that the people across from them are basically retards, they felt relief. She was still alright with the competition!
Elbowing Louis, Ron Graeme whispered. "Your sister is amazing. So young yet as sharp as a sword. I really don't want to be the one she talks about! It's too hurtful!"
Louis shook his head. He was worried over nothing. In these types of situations, Eugene was the best person to play. And that was simply because she was young yet sharp.
Because she was young, she could get away with anything and that was why he had Eugene be put in the spotlight instead of him…
Okay, that was a lie. He just wanted to see Eugene give up…

On her last breath, she thought, "it wouldn't matter if I died." But when her eyes opened again, a baby clinged onto her out of nowhere. They said it was her twin sister!?-Cross that- She became a baby? -Cross that- A whole bunch of clingy family members popped out of nowhere! After her brain started functioning as- per-normal she realised….

‘My career is useless in this world.’
‘What nation’s most beloved actress?’

USELESS USELESS USELESSSS!
She’ll be killed if she doesn’t fight!

But as the years went by…

‘CAPTAIN! Your younger sister got caught in a minefield!’
‘WHATTTTTTTT!!!!!!’

‘COLONEL! Your brother’s hair is caught on fire!!’
‘WATER! WATER! GET WATER!’

But why…
Can they not leave her alone!?!
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Disclaimer: This novel starts with the MC as a baby. A fluffy start you may say. Age progresses every book!
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A heart warming yet bloody story about an alexithymia actress (A person incapable of feeling emotions) reincarnating into another world to restart her life all over again. Unbeknownst to her, there was something else seriously wrong with her body plus this world wasn't peaceful like her former world! What can, she, an actress, do but grit her teeth to become stronger! She can't just die again!

Ding dong!
Right then, Xiao Feifei's phone sounded.
"It's Lingchen."
Xiao Feifei's eyes brightened, and she immediately opened the message. "He has really finished the script."
"He actually finished the script in three days?!" Sister Lin exclaimed in surprise. "I wonder what's the quality like."
"It won't be bad." Xiao Feifei was filled with anticipation. She printed out Ye Lingchen's script in a hurry and read it back to back with Sister Lin.
Once they started, their laughter never stopped and they were totally engrossed in it, unable to stop midway. Only when they finished the last page could they stop reading.
"This script...OMG! It will definitely be a hit!" Sister Lin gasped a mouthful of cold air. She recalled the plots in iPartment and still felt like laughing.
Xiao Feifei was the Queen of TV series. Their sense for TV series was definitely on par with any directors. This iPartment script was really well written and could be considered a masterpiece!
"It's a heartwarming and funny TV series." Although Xiao Feifei had full confidence in Ye Lingchen, she was still shocked when she saw that script. She even felt that this script surpassed all the scripts she had seen before this!
"The content of this script is impeccable. It accommodates audiences of all ages. Most importantly, this script's filming cost is extremely low!" Xiao Feifei noticed that point.
Filming cost was an important factor for a filming company because it directly affected the profits. Nonetheless, Ye Lingchen managed to create the perfect content and minimize the cost at the same time. He deserved to be described as a genius. Furthermore, this script was written in only three days!
If that news were to be leaked, it would shake the screenwriting community. All the screenwriters would die from embarrassment!
"Feifei, I finally understand why you're working so hard." Sister Lin nodded profoundly as she read the script.
At first, Xiao Feifei was a rare good girl in her eyes. Those that are worthy of her could be counted on one's hand. However, Ye Lingchen was an exception!
Just what kind of monstrous person was this!?
Seeing Xiao Feifei reply to him with a satisfied emoji, Ye Lingchen smiled and took a break. He then used his phone to log onto Weibo.
Recently, there were a lot of people tagging him on Weibo, causing his Weibo account to vibrate non stop with notifications. Even some of the public official accounts were tagging him. Meanwhile, he was unsure of what had happened.
Novel Y's Weibo was already taken over from all sides. Below it were countless comments. 
[F*ck! Please go to Weibo and sanction this. I can't take it anymore!]
[Novel Y, aren't you good with poems? Please go at it with those poets. I beg of you!]
[Livestream Y, you can't just focus on live streaming. You're so good with poems, why not write a few more?]
[F*ck! I can't take it anymore. I want to vomit!]
[I didn't turn on Weibo for three days now. My eyes, it burns!]
…
Ye Lingchen was shocked when he entered Weibo's main page.
In the middle of the main page was an event banner. It was the poem event that he saw a few days back. It was a platform for everyone to express themselves through poems.
To be honest, that event was rather successful and was buzzing with activity.
Opening the event link, Ye Lingchen was surprised. The event page was unexpectedly filled with many poems over the past few days. It was roughly estimated to be in the thousands.
Apart from some trolls from when the event started, it managed to bring in a few traditional linguists to take part as the event progressed.
Their Weibo were all certified accounts, and they were members of the Author's Association from various districts, various poets, modern poets, and even ancient poem appraisers.
This group of people was rather famous and had previously created some works. With their reputation, their participation immediately boosted the status and liveliness of the event.
Everyone took turns to voice out their comments, teachings, and debates.
At first, everything was fine. However, this group of people got addicted to boasting which eventually got into their heads. With that rush, they started sharing their poems for everyone to read.
[XX City's WA [1] Chairman: River covers all, black hole above the well. White on a yellow dog, swelling on a white dog.]
[XX City's WA member no.1: Good poem, good poem! Chairman's poem is describing a snowing scene, right? So lifelike. I'm humbled, so humbled!]
[XX City's WA member no.2: The poem's content and words are easily relatable. It also breaks apart from the usual rhyming pattern, especially that last sentence, "swelling on a white dog", is the essence of the poem. It shows us the scene of a heavy snowstorm, causing the image to pop out from the paper! Just amazing!]
[XX City's WA member no.3: This poem is a masterpiece, one I look up to!]
Faced with the praise from the crowd, XX City's WA Chairman laughed humbly, [It's nothing. This is just something I wrote casually at the end of last year. It's not suited for formal events. Please don't laugh at me…] 
With that, they started stroking each other's ego on the platform, getting more and more out of hand, eventually turning the platform into their stage.
Ye Lingchen continued reading. With that, it turned even more nonsensical.
[XX City's WA Chairman: Since everyone is sharing their works, then I shall show my flaws and entertain everyone. Big Clear Lake[2]—Big clear lake, lake clear big. Big clear lake has lotus, lotus has a toad, jumping here and there.]
[XX City's WA member no.1: Good poem, good poem!]
[XX City's WA member no.2: This poem fully expressed the scene of Daming Lake. This is awesome!]
[XX City's WA member no.3: Everyone please applause!]
Apart from that, there were also those asking for advice.
[XX City's WA member: I had an inspiration and wrote a poem, hoping for chairmen and presidents to give me some pointers. A Praise of the Clouds—The clouds in the sky are really white. Really white, really really white. Very white, very very white. Extremely white, super white, so white I could die. Ah!]
That was not the worst. Below that, someone was actually giving him pointers.
[XX City's WA Chairman: Your poem is mainly writing about the whiteness of the clouds. The theme is clear, but the obscurity is lacking. However, as a poem, it is considered acceptable. Passable.]
[XX District's WA Chairman: I feel that your poem might need another supporting sentence, for example, "Reflected on the water, turning the water white."]
[XX City's WA member: That's the essential touch! As expected of the chairman. Thank you for your guidance. I've learned much!]
'No, I can't read this anymore.'
Ye Lingchen quickly logged out of there. If he continued reading them, he feared that his intelligence would be affected.
No wonder so many people cried foul. That was just challenging the extreme!
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[1] Writer's Association. With so many instances of this happening, we decided to just give them an acronym.
[2] 大明湖 - Daming Lake, or literally translated as Big Clear Lake


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

Afternoon.

The weather wasn't too good. It was a bit misty.

Zhang Ye came to the unit and before he entered, his phone rang. It was his mother.

"Son."

"Oh, mom."

"Are you coming home for Mid-Autumn's Day?"

"I can't go back; I have to work overtime."

"Overtime on a holiday? You should be free at night then?"

"I should be free tonight. I will go back once I have knocked off."

"Don't come back to Cai Shi Kou; go directly to your grandmother's place. The relatives will all be there. They have heard that you have gained fame; your younger sisters (cousins) are all nagging to see you."

"Okay. Then, I will try to go early."

"Don't forget; my face will depend on you tonight!"

"What face? They are all relatives. Are you bragging about me again?"

"Anyhow, just buy more things and bring them over. Don't be too thrifty; buy the expensive ones. You are now a public figure; don't go throwing my face. Okay, I’m hanging up."

Du Du Du; the line was disengaged.

Zhang Ye smiled bitterly. His mom didn't have any other bad points. The only big feature was that she liked to brag. Yes, Zhang Ye admitted that he had inherited this from his mother. But he had never felt this was a bad point! Many examples in his world would validate this.

Is bragging wrong? No!

Do you know how Bill Gates became the richest person in the world?

Do you know how Li Na became the tennis world champion?

Do you know how Liu Xiang broke the world record in the hurdles event?

Not many people should know about this! What is the reason? Haha, the reason is they...... Alright, all of these events have nothing to do with each other. Let's change the topic!

Not many people had arrived at the office.

Zhang Ye didn't look around as he walked in. Suddenly, a voice appeared from behind.

It was Big Sis Zhou. She smiled. "Greet me, or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy."

Zhang Ye quickly smiled and turn back to look at her, "Big Sister Zhou, good morning. I'm sorry. The flowers on your desk were blocking you; I did not notice you were here."

Big Sis Zhou said proudly, "How was it, Little Zhang? I used your poem correctly?"

Zhang Ye embarrassedly said, "You saw Weibo last night?"

"Of course, I saw it. I followed your Weibo last night. I did not expect that after I followed it, the party had also started. It caused me to fall asleep after 12 last night. You didn't follow me, right? I even forwarded your new poem." As she spoke, she felt some injustice for him, "Ignore those people from the Writers' Association. If you don't know what art is and can't write poems, then no one in the world can write poems. Big Sis supports you. Don't take it to heart."

Zhang Ye smiled. "Thank you, Big Sis Zhou."

Outside, people began streaming in for their overtime.

"Eh, Teacher Little Zhang, you've come? Why did you get into a pinch with people yesterday?"

"Vice President Meng is the Leader of the Beijing Writers' Association. How did you offend him?"

"That's right. I saw it yesterday, too. Teacher Little Zhang, if I had any say, you shouldn't have posted your last poem. Those are the Writers' Association's Leaders and seniors. If you really offend them, how are you to enter the Writers' Association in the future? I think that it is best to leave some leeway. Hai, but those people are also too much. Why did they reprimand you for no reason? Even if your poems aren't comparable to them as seniors, how old are you? You are still young. They also can't say that your poems have no literary value. That's too damaging. I think your poem is still acceptable and isn't as bad as they say."

"Sis Liu, what did you say? You say Teacher Little Zhang's poem is acceptable? I think you have been misled by that group of people; Teacher Little Zhang has so much talent!"

Several sisters and aunties began an exchange of difference in opinions.

Until work starts at 9 A.M., the topic was hotly discussed amongst everyone.

Tian Bin also had an interest in the battle on Weibo last night. He interrupted to ask, "Sis Zhou, what sort of person is Vice-President Meng like? Those old timers are very experienced. Big Thunder and a few other poets, all of them are professionals. If they said so, then it must mean they criticized it according to their literary learnings. How can we judge, since we are not as knowledgeable as them? It's not that I am stepping on Teacher Zhang Ye. But like the old comrades of the Writers' Association said, there are many issues. After reading it, I also feel some doubts."

Big Sister Zhou looked at Tian Bin, "Then why don't you create a poem for me to listen to?"

Tian Bin replied, "I don't have such capabilities, but I still have some basic judgment skills." He turned around towards Jia Yan, "Teacher Little Jia, what do you think?"

Jia Yan gave some thought and said, "Teacher Zhang's poems definitely cannot compare with those seniors. As for whether it has any literary value, it's not my place to make an evaluation."

What they said was also heard by Zhang Ye.

When Zhang Ye used two poems to save a life on Wang Xiaomei's live broadcast, the office and even everyone in the Beijing Radio Station had completely acknowledged his talent and poem. They had all said that it was good, with no one denying it. But now, the Writers' Association with Meng Dongguo as the head had openly questioned and denied Zhang Ye's poems publicly. As such, his colleagues were now not unified in their beliefs. Some said they were good, while others said they were bad. Even more were uncertain and confused. Sometimes, the authoritative opinions of experts were very damaging and also affected many.

How was one to change the situation?

How was one to eliminate the public's doubts?

There was no other way. As long as Zhang Ye's qualifications were weaker than Meng Dongguo and company’s, then he was not able to turn the tide. He would only be repressed by their words. Unless… Unless Zhang Ye used his absolute talent and strength to trample on Meng Dongguo and company at a specific place and time. Otherwise, the doubts by people would forever linger on. So what if he responded yesterday? So what if the poem was well-written yesterday? The Writers' Association said that it wasn't good! They said that he did not know art! They said that he did not know literature! Just them moving their lips was enough to make you be helpless! This was the deceptive power of authority and prerogative. Many commoners did not understand this, so they only believed what the experts said!

Today, there was no announcement of the listenership ratings, as there were a lot of things happening in the station.

Zhang Ye did not care what everyone said. He got up to get his recording done, "Xiaofang, help me reserve a recording studio. Quickly, or it will be too late."

"Alright." Assistant Xiaofang answered and immediately went to arrange it. However, she returned a few minutes later, "Teacher Zhang, the station has informed me that our Literature Channel's programs from noon to 2 P.M. have all been canceled. There's no need to record. Apparently, the News and Music Channels will also be broadcasting the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet!"

"Ah?"

"It's been cancelled?"

"Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet? This is the thing that the Leader has been busy with over the past few days?"

A few moments later, Zhao Guozhou entered, "Everyone, quiet down. Today's broadcast has some last-minute changes. Listen for a while. From 12 noon, the seventh Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet that was held in conjunction with the Beijing Writers' Association and our radio station will begin. Our Literature Channel will also join in for the live broadcast. This Poetry Meet will be different from the last one done by the Jinshi Radio Station. There will be a composing and voting segment. We have invited the Education Ministry's Leader and the Vice President of the Beijing Writers' Association and about a dozen of its members. The exact name list has not been confirmed, but there will definitely be quite a few people. As the association's Teachers' creations will be poems related to the Mid-Autumn Festival, the listeners behind the radio can also compose and post them on our website's comment section. Later on, the listeners' votes will decide on the top three. So we have added some competitive elements to make the program more interesting."

Compose poetry?

Then Meng Dongguo and those people from the Writers' Association would also come?

Zhang Ye chuckled upon hearing this. "He who has one enemy will meet him everywhere." Yesterday, he had just been scolded by him on the internet. And today they would be meeting?

Would Big Thunder come?

Would Little Red Mushroom come?

In fact, Zhang Ye actually looked forward to seeing them in the station!

Zhao Guozhou exhorted, "So put down everything in your hands. Today, everything will have the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet as its focus. Everyone, go help out. The live broadcast venue will be in the auditorium. This is the first time that we are using such a large live broadcast venue. The equipment has not been fully tuned, so those I call out will follow me later and help out. Right. As it was not easy inviting a large audience, everyone should take an early lunch later. The cafeteria will hand out lunch early at 10.30 A.M. At noon, everyone will take their seats in the auditorium.

After calling out some names, Zhao Guozhou brought four young lads with him to the auditorium.

Big Sis Zhou suddenly said, "Teacher Little Zhang, will you be participating in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet? Writing poetry is one of your strengths. They said that you don't understand literature? Then show it to them!"

Another Big Sis said, "Come on. Little Zhang did not make any early preparations and just got notified. Those Teachers must have been informed a long time ago. They would have foolproof preparations. How can Little Zhang compete with them? It's better that he not embarrass himself."

An auntie in charge of copyright said, "Little Zhou, don't let them give you bad ideas. Little Zhang's poems are good, but that's only to us. Those people from the Writers' Association are professionals. Some of them are poets and famous artists; how is he to compete with them?" In a layperson's heart, the work is not actually important. Reputation and prestige is what they first look at. Zhang Ye is just a newcomer and has never entered the Writers' Association, so people will subconsciously identify Zhang Ye's works as inferior.

There were all sorts of differing opinions.

Later, as there wasn't much time left, everyone went to the cafeteria for an early meal.

Zhang Ye was actually in a dilemma. For the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, Meng Dongguo, Big Thunder and company would most likely be participating. Wasn't this the best time to turn the tide for himself? Wasn't this the best moment to prove himself? But how was he to participate in it? It could be seen from the format of the poetry contest. Although the listeners could participate by publishing their creations, that was just in text form. But the people from the Writers' Association would be reciting their works live. Hence, the top three had already been decided by the station to be one of those from the Writers' Association. They had already given them a huge advantage!

Go mess things up?

Stab them in their backs?

Hence, even if Zhang Ye wanted to go on, he did not know if the radio station's management and the people from the Beijing Writers' Association would let him go on the show.

Forget it. We'll see how it goes. As for the poem regarding the Mid-Autumn Festival? Zhang Ye had not thought of it yet. It was not that his brain was void of works, but it was.. filled with too many!

He wasn’t prepared?

Did he even need to prepare?

Mid-Autumn Festival poems? Not to brag, but Zhang Ye would probably not be able to finish reciting them, even if given a day and a night!

The Mid-Autumn Festival was not a modern day festival. It had a long history that dated back to ancient times, so there was a countless number of poems relating to the Mid-Autumn Festival. In this world, history did not have many changes. There were the same old dynasties and emperors, just like in Zhang Ye's memories. As such, history would not cause too many changes. The game ring probably could not change the historical background, or else society might no longer have such a social structure. It would affect everything.

However, many famous cultural works and famous historical figures did not exist!

Li Bai?

Du Fu?

Wang Wei?

None of them existed!

They were all replaced by others!

This world's ancient master poets were people Zhang Ye had never ever heard of. For example, there was Haoran, or Chen Yiqian, or Meng Fan. Zhang Ye had also never heard of any of the poetry of this world. Similarly, he was sure that they had never heard of the classic poems from his world!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

When they heard the command, Fang Yunxiu and Fang Yuxiu were in Fang Jinxiu’s room. Fang Jinxiu had been forbidden from leaving, but her homework could not be delayed, so the sisters went to study at her place.
Fang Jinxiu laughed coldly without saying anything.
Fang Yuxiu thought for a moment, then stood up.
"Eldest Sister, do not go. I will," she suggested.
Fang Yunxiu’s personality was simple and kind. After Fang Jinxiu had the awful fight with Miss Jun, she had specially accompanied Miss Jun out for enjoyment. In the end, Miss Jun had written a ridiculing verse about her in front of a group of the other young misses from official families. The mocking verse had been pasted onto Fang Yunxiu’s back, and she had walked for some time with it before finding out.
Fang Yunxiu had cried and ran off. Although she would not speak ill of Miss Jun, from then on she avoided her as much as possible. 
"You will?" Fang Yunxiu was hesitant and worried.
"Eldest Sister, do not worry about Second Sister. Second Sister is amazing. It’s only people like Jun Zhenzhen who won’t admit that. If Second Sister really wanted to, Jun Zhenzhen would be no match for her," affirmed Fang Jinxiu. "Second Sister, bring out that fierceness and make her see it."
Fang Yunxiu gave way.
"She also would not like to see me. I won’t go," she said. She exhorted, "You must be careful. Accept any slights; do not lower yourself to her level."
Fang Yuxiu smiled and nodded.
Old Lady Fang knew of Miss Jun going outside, but she hadn’t said anything. She accepted the pieces of paper the maidservant handed to her.
"Miss Jun has not written many words. This last month, she has written a few poems," said the maidservant quietly. 
Old Lady Fang took a look over the poems. The handwriting on the drug list was the same, all in beautiful script. The contents were about the sorrow of the changing seasons and the inner feelings for the Tenth Noble Son.
"Put them back," she said, handing them back to the maid. Frowning, she muttered to herselff, "It is better when she isn’t writing such poems."
Such delicate, artificial poems really made one lose their appetite.
...............
When Miss Jun went out, Fang Yuxiu was already standing by the carriage, waiting.
Miss Jun stopped to think. This was the first time she was seeing the daughters of the Fang Family. The original Miss Jun did not have many memories related to these sisters, so when she saw them she felt they were unfamiliar.
Fang Yuxiu was the second daughter born of the legal wife, Lady Fang. She looked like the Lady Fang, gentle and refined. She was the only one in this family who had not been through an experience with Miss Jun.
She seldom appeared in front of Miss Jun.
When she saw Miss Jun arrive, Fang Yuxiu respectfully called out to her.
According to custom, she should be called Little Sister, but Miss Jun had previously not wanted to follow this custom.
Miss Jun returned the nicety, not calling her anything or saying anything.
Fang Yuxiu's expression remained as before. She was not like Fang Jinxiu, who felt that Miss Jun looked down on them and got angry and she was not like Fang Yunxiu who lowered her head and gave way. She did not say anything more and took the initiative to climb into the carriage.
Liu’er motioned to Miss Jun, wanting her to ride a different vehicle, but Miss Jun gestured that she should go on her own. 
"There is no need for another carriage," she said.
Before, Miss Jun would not ride together with the young misses of the Fang Family, so the Fang Family and their personal servants would ride in one vehicle while Miss Jun and her servant girl would ride in another. The other two maidservants would sit in a third carriage.
If Miss Jun rode together with Miss Fang, then the two servant girls and the two maidservants would be crammed into the other carriage.
"Since we are to be family, this is much more intimate," added Miss Jun.
Yes, if they were putting on an act, they had to go all in.
Liu’er understood, nodding at Miss Jun.
"Young Miss, just relax. I know what to do," she said in a low voice.
She turned and walked several step backward, pulling on Fang Yuxiu’s servant girl.
"Big Sister, let’s sit together," she said, sugar-sweet.
Fang Yuxiu’s servant girl almost somersaulted in shock.
Fang Yuxiu, already in the carriage, remained unperturbed. A sneer flitted across her face. She looked at the approaching Miss Jun and gave her own servant girl a look. The servant girl left with Liu’er.
Toward Miss Jun’s sitting arrangement, Fang Yuxiu was not the slightest bit surprised. She acted as if this had always been the case. After they had all been settled, the two vehicles made their way out through the gates.
The Fang Residence was located in the business district, which was also the busiest place. It didn’t take long for them to reach a major road after leaving the gates, and a steady clamor fell around them.
Miss Jun lifted the carriage curtains with interest, taking a look around.
At present, business and official families were located in clearly demarcated districts. Although the Fang Family’s residence was beautiful, Miss Jun had always felt ashamed of walking out, afraid of being seen by others. She was always itching to completely cover the carriage.
Lifting the curtains like this to look at the streets was a new occurrence.
It was like she was putting on a show of accepting her status as a woman of a merchant family.
Fang Yuxiu’s expression was warm as she poured some tea.
"Would Miss Jun like to drink some tea?" she asked.
Miss Jun did not rebuff Fang Yuxiu’s offer and set down the curtains to hold her teacup.
"Where are we going first?" she asked.
It was rare that Miss Jun would take the initiative to ask for the thoughts of sisters of the Fang Family. However, Fang Yuxiu remained unflappable, as if they always interacted like this.
"We will need to buy jewelry and hair ornaments, so we should go to the Jin Hall first." She did not brush off the question, and instead seriously proposed an idea.
Buying those things were just a cover. The end goal was to go to the large pharmacy.
Miss Jun smiled and nodded.
Fang Yuxiu called out instructions to the outside of the carriage. Soon, it stopped.
"Is this alright with you?" asked Fang Yuxiu as she pointed to something outside the curtains.
Miss Jun gave it a cursory glance. This Jin Hall was decorated in a dazzling fashion. There were many people coming in and out. Obviously, this was a famous shop.
Miss Jun noncommittally nodded and was the first to get off the carriage.
Running up to help her down was Liu’er, who quietly tugged on her sleeve.
"Young Miss, there are many people here," she said quietly.
"So what if there are many people here?" asked Miss Jun.
Liu’er turned back to look at Fang Yuxiu, who was currently getting off the carriage.
She was thinking of saying that entering and exiting with the young miss of the Fang Family would be shameful and would damage Young Miss’s face, but when she thought of how Young Miss said they must pretend they are intimate with the Fang Family, she choked down her words.
"There are many people, many people makes it busy," she tittered.
Miss Jun smiled and did not say anything else. Fang Yuxiu was also smiling.
Yes, it was very busy when there were a lot of people.
Their entrance into the Jin Hall caused a disturbance.
On one hand, the Fang Family was a big presence in Yangcheng. On the other, because of recent trends, there were young misses from government and scholarly families out choosing jewelry, as well as rich young misses of merchant families. Miss Jun had made extensive acquaintances throughout Yangcheng, so there were a number of people who recognized her. Soon, everybody knew.
The attention of people in the Jin Hall immediately concentrated around her.
This was the first time that Miss Jun had gone outside with Jun Zhenzhen’s identity. Her memories told her that the young misses of Yangcheng held respectful and admiring fondness for her. She didn’t know whether those memories were mistaken or not, or if because of the rumors, everybody’s opinions had changed.
But when she recalled these memories, she sneered.
This stupid child.
No matter how hard it was, to be alive was always a happy thing.
Miss Jun laughed. She did not say anything or paid it any more attention.
"Miss Jun, what do you think of this?" Fang Yuxiu was warm and kind as she pointed to an accessory held by one of the store employees.
Miss Jun gave it a look.
"Not nice," she said.
Fang Yuxiu anticipated as much. With a smile, she gestured for the employee to change it for another one.
Miss Jun was picky another three, four times until something caught her eye.
"This one," she said, pointing.
There was another hand pointing at it at the moment.
"I want this one," said a female voice at the same time.
Miss Jun felt a fragrance assail her face and turned to see a girl standing next to her.
The girl was sixteen or seventeen years old and was very beautiful.
Zuo Yanzhi.
Miss Jun’s memories immediately flashed through her mind without any fuzziness or delay. These memories were much clearer than the ones she had about the Fang Family.
This was not because Miss Zuo was one of the young misses of the official families that Miss Jun so favored, but rather because her great-aunt was Old Madam Ning.
She was a relative of the Ning Family.
And just because she was a relative of the Ning Family, Jun Zhenzhen endeavored to associate with her. However, Miss Zuo had avoided her.
If she could have gotten Miss Zuo to talk to her of her own initiative, Jun Zhenzhen would have definitely been very pleased.
Miss Jun smiled and pulled back her hand and pointed at another piece.
"I want that one," she said.
Just as she changed where she was pointing, Zuo Yanzhi also moved her hand.
"I also want this one," she said.
Everybody saw what was going on. The atmosphere in the Jin Hall grew tense.
Fang Yuxiu stood next to Miss Jun, silent as a quail.
"Miss Zuo, what do you mean by this?" asked Miss Jun, neither angry nor backing off.
"Nothing. I just want to buy these accessories," said Miss Zuo with a smile.
 


Jiuling was once the daughter of the crown prince, the princess of a nation. She specialized in medicine and incredibly intelligent, and yet she was murdered. After her death, she actually ended up reincarnated into the body of a distressed orphan girl, Jun Zhenzhen. One of these days, Jiuling was going to go back to her killer and get revenge. However, she had urgent matters at hand that needed tending to, trouble of which was left to her by the previous owner of Jun Zhengzhen.

Jun Zhenzhen was a simple-minded person, an unruly and distressed orphan girl. She hoped to rely on the marriage that her grandfather had arranged and marry the perfect husband in the hearts of many women - the young master of the Ning family. However, the Ning family completely abandoned her and was unwilling to go through with their arranged marriage. Furious, Jun Zhenzhen wanted to pretend to hang herself, but she ended up really dying. Thus, arrived Jiuling.

Having taken Jun Zhenzhen's body, Jiuling quick-wittedly resolved the difficult situation and saved the Ning family from embarrassment and also stood up for herself. Unfortunately, this little feat was just the first step on her long road to accomplishing her revenge...

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