short stories i wrote over the years. some poems thrown in as well.

Daily poems.
If I can't update for a day, I'm deeply sorry. Inspirations don't come everyday.
(Don't use without permission.)

this is where I write poems, when I feel like it, so there's no set publish every week, sorry about that

Noah- i just dont know rose but you are really pretty and you are the most beautiful eyes I just don't know I just felt that I have fallen for you in a second when eyes meet with each other I really love that eye contact with you I am so sorry if you feel awkward that I am saying this things to you but whatever I am saying it's true I'm really sorry if you feel bad.

Rose- o Oh ho sweet of you saying such things to me.

Noah- your welcome sweetie.

Rose- can you say something about you I wanna know you "

Noah- Why not? So I am 18 years old my name is Noah and I really love to swim and write short poems I know many of people are not attracted to this small poems poems but I am really attracted to them I just don't know whenever I am sad whenever I am happy I just like poems like a short and I just express my feelings from that poems

Rose- oh that's really cool like why people don't like it I really appreciate such kind of thing I am really happy that I met someone who do the same thing has been even I do write small short stories I really love to write small and short stories and I express my feelings.

Noah- oh my god now I feel that we are connected to each other don't you feel that rose

Rose - here's my home i am going home bubyee sorry if i am rude for not answering the question but i dont know how to answer it either.

At Home.

Mom- who was that guy ?

Rose -MOMM!!!!
Mom - Yesterday you told that you don't want to get involved in any boyfriend material so who is he he is Your Man right I know rules even I was the same when I was young like you don't keep secrets Rose I am your mum and I know you well

Am I really falling for him he was so sweet today where he told that my eyes are beautiful really loved his really dark Husky voice which I really loved. let's see what happened next I don't know what will happen whether I will be together with him or not let's sleep good night

what will happen next?
Noah will ask her out for a date  or not?
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The entire hall fell silent.
Everyone was staring at Old Man Li. Their gazes were filled with disbelief.
In their impressions, Old Man Li was a very calm person!
Ever since the establishment of the country until now, he had experienced too many storms and seen many things. He naturally comprehended more things compared to others. His mental state was also one that would remain unflustered despite great waves.
At the very least, everyone on the scene today had never seen Old Man Li acting like this before. He had always been calm and tranquil as he dealt with things.
But today…
What was going on?
What was going on exactly?
What had happened for him to feel so shocked?
At this moment, Old Man Li's chest continued to heave as he panted. His face was in shades of green and red, there was a ruddy glow on his forehead. Even his hands were trembling; no one knew whether he was feeling joy or unhappiness…
"Scram!"
"I'm very healthy!"
A few medical staff thought that Old Man Li was suffering from a heart attack. They were so frightened that they immediately rushed over. However, Old Man Li furiously shouted at them. His voice was filled with vigor, causing all the medical staff to retreat due to fear.
Only after they retreated did they heave a sigh of relief.
Such an aura and given his appearance, it naturally wasn't a heart attack.
But what was wrong with him?
Why did he seem so crude?
"Old Li, what's going on? Is there a need…?"
"Look at this!"
"The words are crude and ugly, can it be that you are angered by the words? That shouldn't be the case...wait...what! These two poems? Wait...these two poems are classic poems, I…"
"Let me take a look. What's going on exactly? Ah…? This poem!"
"Am I dreaming?"
A piece of normal size xuan paper was passed around by the old men. Everywhere it was passed to, the person reading it would widen their eyes as though they were struck by lightning. In fact, even if they didn't stutter, they became mute.
When the paper was passed to Chen Xi, the first thing Chen Xi saw was those ugly words…
She immediately felt speechless. But after reading the poem, her beautiful eyes instantly narrowed and then widened.
When she saw the signature, it was as though she had seen a ghost. She turned and looked at Lu Yuan who was seated at the 4th row. For a time, she didn't know how to describe the shocking waves in her heart!
This man… 
This man…
Is actually so...
.........
"Are they looking at me…?"
"Brother, your…your words… cough, cough. These judges have very high requirements for everything. This is especially so for the appearance of one's written words. Earlier, I roughly glanced over at your calligraphy, and I think…"
"Could it be that my ugly-looking words have enraged them? Is there a need for them to be so angry?" Lu Yuan opened his mouth wide. The expressions of the judges grew increasingly complex. Lu Yuan thought that they wanted to devour him whole.
"Brother, I think you don't know Old Master Li's temper, right? The two things he's most fond of are words and poems… I remember there was a year where a gifted scholar was chased away by the Old Master because his handwriting was too ugly! This matter was reported on the news, and that gifted scholar lost all face."
"What? Chased away? So exaggerated?"
"Yes! Old Master also said on the spot that the man didn't respect the Poetry Exchange and was masquerading as a gifted scholar!"
"What!"
Lu Yuan looked around, staring at the bizarre looks of everyone. After that, he gulped his saliva and suddenly felt that his back was perspiring with cold sweat.
Could it be I…
"Brother, if I didn't guess wrongly, you wrote two poems earlier, right?" Xu Xiaonian glanced at the expressions of the judges which grew increasingly weird. After that, he also felt nervous randomly for some reason. His voice when speaking to Lu Yuan grew much softer.
"Yeah, I wrote two poems. This, this…" Lu Yuan was frivolous and forgetful. He had never known what the word 'nervous' meant. But now after listening to Xu Xiaonian, in addition to the ugly calligraphy he wrote, he couldn't help but keep taking deep breaths. He was now incomparably nervous.
When he inclined his head again, he noticed Old Master Li's gaze.
Old Master Li's eyes were bloodshot. His wrinkles gradually deepened, and his expression became incomparably incomprehensible.
Lu Yuan suddenly felt scared for some reason.
How shameful would that be if he was to be chased away in public?
He might as well…
Just leave…
"Brother, you...are awesome...You should just pray for your fortune!" Xu Xiaonian couldn't help but pity this new friend after noting the strange atmosphere in the area.
He felt that this friend was extremely unlucky.
"When will they give the scores?"
"Most probably an hour later."
"Aiyo, I have a stomach ache now, it's so painful… I'm going to the toilet now. Help me tell them that my stomach ache is so bad that I have diarrhea for the last three days!" Lu Yuan suddenly clutched his stomach and ruthlessly squeezed out a few tears. Taking the opportunity that no one on the stage was looking at him, he hurriedly walked toward the exit.
"Brother, this idea isn't bad… Don't worry, I will lie to them for you!" Xu Xiaonian nodded as he stared at Lu Yuan's departing back. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up for Lu Yuan, impressed by Lu Yuan's acting skills.
Lu Yuan lowered his head and reached the exit. He heaved a sigh of relief when he thought back to the atmosphere earlier.
It was better for him to leave on his own accord, right?
"Hi, you can't enter and leave casually…"
"Ah? If I exit now, I won't come back again…"
"Won't come back again? But the Poetry Exchange isn't concluded yet…"
"I have something on; hence, I need to leave in advance. Can I trouble you to open the door?"
"Leave in advance? Alright then."
The security guard cast a strange look at this young man.
He knew who this young man was. This young man was the only one who entered the Poetry Exchange with two entry passes. This was truly an extremely unique occurrence.
For others, it was already very impressive for them to have one entry pass. Yet, this young man had two. This was simply incredible.
When the security guard saw that Lu Yuan's expression was a little anxious, he helped him open the door.
After the door opened, Lu Yuan hurriedly walked toward the direction of the car.
"A`Yuan? Why...why did you come out? Are you eliminated already? This shouldn't be the case…"
"No...I have something on."
"Ah? What do you have on?"
"Don't ask. I'm sorry, I gotta make a move first."
"???"
Li Dongqiang stared at Lu Yuan who was leaving hurriedly. After that, he felt a little dumbfounded. What was going on?
Other than being chased away, he hadn't heard of a case where one would leave the Poetry Exchange in advance?
Or could it be that Lu Yuan was chased away?
After Li Dongqiang stared at Lu Yuan, his own expression became one of sympathy.
Being chased out…
This was… too unbearable.
.........
"Just a single poem would be outstanding enough, but this little fellow actually wrote two poems in one go. He is truly overflowing with talent!"
"Yeah, I really wish to see him now!"
"9.6! These two poems, regardless of their artistic mood, tonal patterns, or rhyming, are all top-rated. In fact, they are even ranked at the top of all poems I've ever seen. If it wasn't for his words being too ugly, I even want to give him 9.9!"
"Yeah, I'll give 9.5. The poems are not bad, but the words are too ugly. It's very hard to imagine someone who could write such poems to have such ugly-looking handwriting."
"Right. I will give 9.6. I want to put these two poems into my book, and they will be respectively placed on the first and last page, reminding everyone about the effort of farmers. It isn't easy to till the land!"
"I suggest placing them into the Mandarin Pavilion. I feel that both of these poems can be ranked first!"
"Mandarin Pavilion? I think so too. Alright then, let's announce the result of the first round."
"Mn!"
A few minutes later.
"The victors of the first round are the two poems with the same name [Sympathy for Peasants]. They have a comprehensive score of 9.6! Author: Lu Yuan!"
"Kacha, kacha, kacha!"
All the light, all the cameras, turned and focused on Lu Yuan's seat.
Everyone widened their eyes as they searched for Lu Yuan…
They felt that this name was very unfamiliar and couldn't recall who it was for a moment…
But when they saw Lu Yuan's seat, they discovered that it was empty…
"That...that...Brother Lu Yuan said he had a stomachache and has left in advance…" Xu Xiaonian trembled as he stood up and spoke.
"What!"
Old Master Chen's incomparably agitated face suddenly turned gloomy as he hurriedly took out his phone.
That rascal!
What was he doing exactly!
Why was he always so unreliable?
.........
"What? Old Master, I have something on… Hence, I left in advance."
"I really do have something on. I have a stomachache and a movie that I'm still filming. I…"
"WHAT?!"
"You say that I got first place?"
"Nothing, nothing. I'm coming back right now, I'm coming back right now…"
"I have to come back no matter what? Good, good!"
"My stomach suddenly feels more comfortable now."
.........
"A`Yuan, you…"
"Let me pass, I have to enter…"
"Didn't you…"
"Sorry, I don't have time to explain. Let me pass, I'm going in to get a reward."
"????" Li Dongqiang was dumbfounded when he saw that Lu Yuan had returned.
Going in to get a reward?
What's the meaning of this?


In that year, with a script finished in five hours, Lu Yuan who was dying for money successfully got a large investment of one million Yuan from a rich and beautiful girl.
At first, he just planned to spend eight hundred thousand Yuan on shooting and take the remaining two hundred thousand Yuan home before the movie's release, marrying a wife and running a small business. He swore he would never come to Hengdian again.
However…
The box office got an extraordinary success…

𝐿𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝒟𝑜𝓀𝒾 𝒟𝑜𝓀𝒾 𝐿𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒞𝓁𝓊𝒷 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑀.𝒞 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝓊𝒷 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒶 𝒫𝑜𝑒𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝓊𝒷 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒜𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝒾𝓀𝒶 

-On a bright Morning The rise M.C stretches and gets out of bed He brushes his teeth and gets leave we walks down the street until he reaches the corner waiting for Sayori as normal-

M.C: Again it's time to wait for her shes always late why do I even wake up at this time knowing she will be leaving out late 

-Just then someone loudly calls for M.C he immediately thinks it's Sayori but the Voice was Higher Pitched-

M.C!  M.C! Hey It's me Natsuki!

M.C: Natsuki? What are you doing here I thought you been was in school why you here?

Natsuki: I was on my way to school and decided to come a different route we should walk to school together come on let's go

M.C: But I normally wait for Sayori-

-Natsuki begins to pout she was rather upset about the response that he gave her-

M.C: Fine I'll just let Sayori know when she comes to school that You wanted to walk to school together

-They both begins to walk meanwhile in the distance Sayori was watching She begins to become sad at the sight of them leaving without her she starts walking a different way to school-

-In school Monika Was watching Sayori Come into school first She begins to smile softly then goes to her she greets Sayori then takes her to her class-

-The end of the day in the classroom M.C walks in and sees Sayori in the corner her eyes seem Gloomy he walks over to her-

M.C: Hey sayori sorry for not walking you to school today we can walk home together though and also what did you write your poem to?

-Sayori looks up then her eyes become bright again trying to hide her sadness She smiles softly-

Sayori: Duh I can't tell you that We just have to wait for Monika and we can read the poems to the club members 

-Just then Yuri, Natsuki and Monika all walked in Monika had a small smirk then looks at everyone she begins speaking to everyone- 

Monika: Alright members take your seats!

-Everyone sets down and looks at Monika-

Monika: Yesterday assignment was to write a poem to someone in the class and we share out instead we go to each person and share what we wrote

-Everyone gets up and Walks to each other Yuri walks over to M.C-

Yuri: My poem was for you M.C I hope you like it

-She begins reading her poem It was Nice and Timid It was mysterious and uses strong words to express herself on paper when she was finished they both talked about their poems-

-Sayori walks over to M.C and reads her poem to her she uses Fantasy words and words to express love she was excited to see M.C response-

M.C: Woah that was great and wonderful Sayori you really know how to write a poem 

-Natsuki starts reading hers She uses cute words and Cute things to express herself on palate she also drew a cute bunny rabbit in the corner of the paper- 

M.C: I didn't know you like so much cute things Natsuki That's awesome

-She begins to Puff her cheeks and looks away she calls him and Baka then goes back to her seat-

-Lastly was Monika She uses mysterious words and strong words similar to Yuri however it was a different side to it almost like it was dark and Creepy a bit M.C didn't say anything about it-

M.C: Woah this is kinda Dark but this was great Monika I didn't know you like dark things

Monika: Yes I do I love making the story dark and Mysterious it brings out the tone of the book and makes the mood great when your reading it alone

-Monika gets Up and goes back the front of the room she gets ready to make a announcement- 

Monika: As you may know the school festival is coming soon so we need to make a bunch of things happen we need a lot of Writing and lots of cupcakes are you ready to share your Poems to the world?!

Yuri: N-No I'm not ready I didn't think we need to share our poems to the world I don't think I'm ready to

Natsuki: Aw come on Yuri brighten up this is a chance for the Club to become famous it's a change for the club to become packed with new members

Yuri: Y-Yes I suppose your right

Monika: Alright M.C you will be helping Yuri out on Saturday and Helping Natsuki out on Sunday and Sayori you can help me and write lots of cool Poems

-Sayori looks sad for a bit knowing she wouldn't be around M.C like that however she brightens up and becomes happy again- 

Sayori: O-Ok!

-After the club Sayori waits for M.C she looks around and sees him but with Yuri instead she walks over to him-

Sayori: Hey are we waking home together?

M.C: Sorry sayori but today Yuri wants me to come over her house to get ready for the School Festival She wants to make some good ideas for the banners

-Sayori looks away sadly she then looks at M.C changing her expression to happy again-

Sayori: T-That's ok alright I'll see you later then 

-Sayori begins looking down then leaves M.C sees her looking down he notice she have been sad lately and haven't been her normal self- 

M.C: Sayori.....

-M.C and Yuri begins walking to her house meanwhile Monika standing in then window Watching her eyes was dark green with the same devilish smirk on her face-

Monika: M.C you will be mine one way or another Teehee~



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

“Future will only set in stone when it becomes the present.”

Wei Liuying is a concubine daughter in Prime Minister’s Residence. A lowly existence with barely anyone who cares for her. She had to rely on her wits and manipulate others to stay alive.

When the main daughter suddenly changed overnight, the others were dragged to keep up with her pace. Wei Liuying was no exception, and she had to adapt to the sudden power structure’s shift inside the residence.
The main daughter laughed and looked at her with contempt, “Trying to scheme at me who knows everything like the back of my hand? You’re nothing more than a villain who’ll die a miserable death.”

When the only one who cared for her was harmed by her father and so-called family, Wei Liuying laughed to Heaven as tears trailed on her cheek. 
“If you truly wish for me to be the villain, fine. I’ll be one.”

In the midst of the raging flames of succession’s war and rebellions, Wei Liuying had to stand up for herself and fight for her survival.


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Li Yunyang glanced at Le Xuan, wondering if he should be shameless too.
Le Xuan, however, couldn't be angrier, because Wang Hao was messing around under her name. She would probably have to take the blame for him later.
"Ms. Le Xuan, I…" Li Yunyang summoned his courage, hoping to confess his love.
"Don't think about things you shouldn't think about. If you do, I'll shoot you…" Le Xuan interrupted Li Yunyang coldly. She knew Li Yunyang's intention very well, but she was not interested in that kind of thing at all at this time.
Li Yunyang was frustrated again.
Xia Weiwei giggled. "Li Yunyang, I feel sorry for you. Can you not tell that Le Xuan is only jealous?"
Li Yunyang looked at Le Xuan and then Wang Hao who had a girl in his arms. He suddenly felt that his heart was broken.
Le Xuan glared at Xia Weiwei and smacked Xia Weiwei's head hard.
"Ah…" Xia Weiwei immediately shouted.
Her shouting woke up Zhao Yiling, who was still in Wang Hao's arms. Blushing, she shoved Wang Hao away and stepped back.
Wang Hao glared back at Xia Weiwei as she had ruined his business. However, he found it really easy to trick modern girls with ancient poems!
Right then, all the young men came back to themselves and stared at Wang Hao angrily.
Zhao Yiling was beautiful and had a powerful background. Naturally, she was the perfect goddess in their eyes.
However, a jackass who could write nothing but erotic limericks had kissed their goddess right in front of them. That was intolerable!
"Boy, where are you from?"
"You hugged the lady? You'd better cut your hands off right now."
"We're going to smash his mouth today so that he'll know there are certain people he can't touch."
"Someone, beat him up right now…"
"…"
Hearing that, Zhao Yiling immediately turned cold, and a terrifying storm swept across the field. "Shut up!"
Everybody was stunned by the thunderous warning.
When they came back to themselves, they all lowered their heads, not even daring to breathe aloud.
Wang Hao was quite shocked too, because Zhao Yiling was almost a natural-born queen. Nobody dared to argue with her at all. No wonder even Ye Qing was such a coward in front of her.
"To tell you the truth, I'm holding the party today exactly for him!" Zhao Yiling pointed at Wang Hao.
Everybody whispered to each other after hearing that.
"A party for this man? Seriously?"
"The lady never held any parties before, and she's holding a party for a man?"
"How can a man who can only write erotic limericks deserve such a privilege?"
"But I've been told that he has created some formal poems too."
"He must've copied them from other places!"
"No, I just searched online. Those poems have never been published before."
"It means that this man really knows a thing or two about literature."
"I remember that the lady said that her future husband must be adept at both martial arts and literature. She must be very interested in this man now."
"So, this party tonight is the lady's test for this man?"
"Probably. I didn't think that the lady would ever grow interested in a man."
"But that man seems only around eighteen, and the lady is already twenty-two. She's a couple of years older than him."
"That's nothing. Maybe the lady likes younger men."
"Oh, my lady, my goddess!"
"…"
"I trust that you will not disappoint me…" Zhao Yiling put on a sweet smile and gently fixed his collar.
"You're really a troublemaker!"
Wang Hao glared at Zhao Yiling. This woman must've intentionally made all these men hate him. He must get back at her for all the trouble she caused him.
Le Xuan took a deep breath in relief, feeling lucky that Wang Hao and she swapped their identities, or she would be dead for sure if she were asked to compete with them.
"What do we do now?" Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao couldn't be graver. They laid their hands on their weapon, ready to rush out.
"Don't do anything yet!" Ling Xiao stopped them. "My junior brother is a distinguished poet. With the poems he created before, I don't think any of them can defeat him."
"What?"
Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao were stunned. What was that supposed to mean? Were Wang Hao's poems all written by him? Was it not a joke?
They never questioned Wang Hao's ability in creating erotic limericks, but they found it hard to believe that Wang Hao could create beautiful poems.
"All the poems are indeed written by Wang Hao himself." Xia Weiwei had just searched online and found no information on Wang Hao's works.
Besides, if anyone had created those classic poems earlier, the poems would've spread out a long time ago, but Xia Weiwei had never heard about them before, so they could've only been written by Wang Hao.
Although it was hard to believe, it was the only truth, and she had to believe it.
"Are you serious?"
Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao felt like worshiping Wang Hao.
In terms of martial arts, Wang Hao had proved that he was a monster with his unparalleled talents.
In terms of pharmaceutics, he had turned into a level-three Medical Grandmaster when he was only seventeen.
In terms of music, the market price of Walking Wolves had soared by millions of times in only a couple of days.
Now, he was awesome at literature too. Would their boss not stop until everybody in the world was shocked to death?
Of course, what they admired Wang Hao for the most was his shamelessness.
As long as Wang Hao resorted to shamelessness, he would be able to solve any problem in the world more than easily.
"Hehe. This place seems lively. I've come at the right moment!" An old man laughed and walked close.
Everybody looked back, only to see a white-haired old man in vintage close approaching them like an ancient scholar. Next to the old man was an obedient girl.
"It's Master Guo Yunzi!"
Seeing the old man, everybody exclaimed and paid tribute to him.
Qian Wanyang came to Wang Hao's side and whispered, "Boss, Guo Yunzi is a famous poet in the Glorious Sky Federation. Zhao Yiling has obviously invited him here on purpose!"
"Whatever her purpose is, I'm sure that someone will have to carry him out of here if he dares to piss me off…" Wang Hao snorted in disdain.
Le Xuan felt a strong headache coming on, as she had foreseen more trouble…


Waking up from a hangover, Wang Hao finds himself reborn in an alternate world. To his delight, he realizes that he has a system to help him in this new world. However, his system turns out to be a highly unconventional one. Instead of serving justice and winning the respect of other people, Wang Hao has to do all kinds of bad things in order to make use of the system. So, Wang Hao embarks on the journey to being cursed for good…

From the author:
Please don't unlock this chapter until you see the title changed and the author's note is gone. I am still editing this chapter... Sorry, it takes a while. I usually write in Indonesian and translate it using Google Translate into English. That's why most of the time, the pronouns will be mixed up.
I only did it to avoid retyping since it's very tiring. I write in my native language because I'm also publishing this story in Indonesian.
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<<<<This chapter still needs editing>>>
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"Do you want to stay, or do you prefer that we go back to Paris?" Jean asked during breakfast the next day. "I will do as you wish. We still have a week."
Finland tried to swallow her food with difficulty, then shook her head. "I want to go home... I don't want to linger here any longer. Every corner of the city makes me sad..."
"Okay, I understand."
After breakfast, they packed their belongings and prepared to return to Paris that very day. The atmosphere on the trip back was very different compared to when they departed and sang happily to Billie Yves's music. Jean still played Billie's music, but both just kept quiet along the way, busy with their respective thoughts.
Finland pondered for a long time. Jean knew all the secrets about Caspar and the Alchemists, and she was sure that Jean would not divulge their secrets. She would defy Caspar and not give Jean the potion, as suggested by Caspar and his family. She was no longer willing, because she already considered Jean her only family.
After learning that her father passed away, Finland's heart felt like it was pierced by a knife and the fact that she was alone in this world made Jean even more important to her. She did not want him to leave just like that…
If Caspar really loved her, he should be able to accept Finland's decision...
When they arrived back at Jean's apartment, she immediately unpacked her suitcase and took the memory potion out of it. Feeling slightly angry, she threw the contents in the sink.
If she threw away the potion, of course, Caspar could not force her to erase Jean's memory. Aldebar was not there to make a new potion, so Caspar had no choice but to let Jean go...
"What is that?" asked Jean in surprise.
"Medicine... I don't need it anymore," Finland said. She then threw the bottle away in the trash.
"Oh..." Jean shrugged, "Your face looked very upset when you took out the medicine. I thought something must be wrong..."
"It's okay, I'm still sad... That's all."
Finland decided to sleep early. Her head felt heavy ever since she knew about her father's death and she had no enthusiasm to do anything. Caspar was still trying to call her, but she really didn't want to talk to anyone.
[I am sorry, please don't bother me. I'm grieving. I don't want to talk to anyone...]
[If you are grieving, I should be there by your side. I know you asked for two weeks, but I can't take it anymore. I want to see you.]
[I threw away the potion. You can't make me erase Jean's memory.]
[We'll talk about that next time. I'm going to Paris tomorrow.]
Finland did not reply. She missed Caspar but right now her heart felt icy. She was not willing to lose her friend to protect the secrets of the Alchemists. Moreover, she knew for certain that Jean was not someone who would harm them. If Caspar came tomorrow, Finland would demand him to let go of Jean.
The next day, Finland's mood improved a little. She read her father's book and tried to understand what was in her father's head when writing his poems.
"Do you want to accompany me to Maman's house to return the car?" Jean asked after they had breakfast. "I rarely use the car, so I put it there deliberately. That way I won't be bothered by it."
"I'm not feeling well, Jean. Sorry, I think I won't come with you..." Finland said in a sorry voice. She didn't want to go anywhere, and her body felt very weak. "I have a headache and I feel like throwing up."
"Hmm... let me get some essential oil." Jean took a small bottle of citrus essential oil from the cabinet and handed it to Finland. "Try rubbing this on your neck and hands. It will make you feel better."
Finland obeyed. "Thank you. It smells good."
"You just rest. Do you want me to bring something for you from outside? Macaroon or glow wine or something?"
"I'm fine, thank you. I just want to rest..."
"Alright. I'll go now."
Finland tried to sleep again but she still did not feel well. Finally, she continued reading her father's poems to calm down.
She did not understand a word of the Finnish poems written by her father, but the English poems were quite beautiful and made her realize that her father was a talented writer. It was very unfortunate that he died at such a young age.
Jean returned in the afternoon with a box of macaroons and glow wine for Finland.
"I'm sorry I took a while," Jean said as he entered through the door. He placed his gifts on the table and sat on the sofa. "You wouldn't believe it! This fan recognized me and insisted on buying me coffee."
"Really?" Finland was interested to hear his story. "What's the person like?"
"She was so beautiful, she tripped while chasing me, so I felt bad for her and decided to drink coffee with her." Jean pulled out his phone, "Hmm... I have a picture to prove it. She asked to take a photo together with my phone, then asked me to send it to her number because she left her phone at home."
Jean showed a photo on his phone to Finland and Finland's heart suddenly beat fast.
That was a picture of Jean and Famke!
Why would Famke pretend to be Jean's fan and invite Jean to drink coffee?
Was she...
Did Caspar tell Famke to give Jean the memory potion herself?
"Jean... the coffee you drank earlier... How did it taste? Was there something strange?" she asked quickly.
Jean frowned. "Uhmm... I didn't really pay attention, but yeah, the taste of the coffee was a little off. What's wrong?"
"Uhmm... I know this woman. I don't know why she pretended to be your fan..."
Finland became very restless. She didn't think Caspar would go this far...
"Really? Who is she?" asked Jean in confusion.
"She is one of Caspar's bodyguards. I suspect Caspar wants to do something to you..."
Instantly Jean patted his forehead, "Gosh, you're right... this is the woman who accompanied Caspar in Seattle. I just remember now... I didn't pay attention before."
The two looked at each other with pale faces.
"She is one of Caspar's bodyguards... surely he was the one who told her to meet you and do something..."
"Why would he do that?" Jean asked.
"He is jealous of you..."
"Why does he have to be jealous? He is the one who married you. I should be jealous of him..." Jean grumbled. His face clearly looked worried because he knew how powerful Caspar was. "What should we do? Do you think that girl put something in my drink?"
"We'd better go to the hospital," Finland said in agreement. "I'm sorry... you are now involved in all this because of me..."
"Don't apologize. It's not your fault..."
Jean and Finland quickly went to the hospital to pump out the contents of his stomach to remove all the coffee he drank with Famke. Finland felt very guilty. Jean looked very weak after the doctor pumped his stomach and gave him medicine.
Finland could only cry. She felt upset because she couldn't do anything.
Instantly Jean patted his forehead, "Gosh, you're right... this is the woman who accompanied Caspar in Seattle. I just remember now... I didn't pay attention before."
The two looked at each other with pale faces.
"She is one of Caspar's bodyguards... surely he was the one who told her to meet you and do something..."
"Why would he do that?" Jean asked.
"He is jealous of you..."
"Why does he have to be jealous? He is the one who married you. I should be jealous of him..." Jean grumbled. His face clearly looked worried because he knew how powerful Caspar was. "What should we do? Do you think that girl put something in my drink?"
"We'd better go to the hospital," Finland said in agreement. "I'm sorry... you are now involved in all this because of me..."
"Don't apologize. It's not your fault..."
Jean and Finland quickly went to the hospital to pump out the contents of his stomach to remove all the coffee he drank with Famke. Finland felt very guilty. Jean looked very weak after the doctor pumped his stomach and gave him medicine.


[COMPLETED]

Volume 1: CASPAR THE ALCHEMIST
The Alchemist clan leader was a 438-year-old womanizer who was never in love, until one day he met the only woman who was not impressed by his good looks and massive wealth. 

Fueled by rejection, he decided that he must have this woman no matter what. And for once in his life, he had to woo a woman. It was no easy feat because this woman only cared about working hard and making money.

Volume 2
HE WAS THE MAN WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO
What happened when an immortal didn't know that he was an immortal? He was born during WWII and after his 40th birthday, he realized that he still looked like he was in his twenties. Then, 60th, 80th, and 90th birthday came and he still looked like in his twenties...? 
So he thought, maybe... maybe he was a freak, a victim of some crazy human experimentation during Hitler time...
He was a broken man who grew up hating humans. All he wanted to do was rule the world and decide who got to live.

SHE WAS THE PRECIOUS DAUGHTER OF THE IMMORTAL ALCHEMIST CLAN LEADER.
She was always in danger. Twice she was saved by a handsome young man with a scary dragon tattoo on his right chest. Years after the second rescue, she swore to find the man and make him marry her even though he was just a regular human! 
(Ssshh.... she didn't know he was not a regular human)

What will happen when two immortals met and fell in love, each thinking that the other was a regular human? When one wanted to rule the world and destroy humankind, while the other was taught to be kind?

THIS BOOK HAS 4 DIFFERENT STORIES. They are connected, but you can read them as standalone.

1. Caspar The Alchemist (chapter 1-252)
2. Aleksis & Prince Siegfried (chapter 253-579)
3. Secret Identity (chapter 580-856)
4. Side stories (chapter 857 - present)

Volume 1 has fluffy romance, Volume 2 has action/adventure, Volume 3 has comedy

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- The Cursed Prince - ONGOING
- The Cursed King - ONGOING
- Finding Stardust - COMPLETED
- The Prince Who Cannot Fall In Love - COMPLETED
- Till Death Do Us Part - COMPLETED

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Needless to say, because of that group's participation, the entire poem platform turned into their dominion; writing poems and stroking each other's ego.
On Weibo, the flame war started long ago.
[WTF is this? Good poem? Good my *ss!]
[Very wet[1], definitely wet. It's so wet that I can't bear to look at it.]
[Even professional circle jerks should have a limit. This is jerking it to the milky way!]
[They dared to criticize Y's poem before this. Now that you compare them, Y is like a scholar!]
[Previous poster, you're wrong to say that. Y is a scholar to start with!]
[I can't take it anymore. Someone please get Y out of hiding and compose a few poems so I can wash my eyes. Our Chinese literature is being sullied by these idiots.]
…
Voices of complaints went on. It was no wonder they would bring it to Ye Lingchen's Weibo account.
However, the more dissents there were on the internet, the more it fueled that group's excitement. They had never been so famous. Now that they had the attention of so many people, it was impossible to not feel excited.
They were spreading Chinese culture. They were bringing Chinese poems into the sights of the public!
They instantly felt sacred, as though their shoulders were loaded with heavy responsibilities.
Right then, the WA's Vice-Chairman Huang Lihua, who dissed Celestial Bane online, put forward his opinion once again.
Reading through the criticisms on the internet, his heart already felt annoyed. When he saw so many people bringing up Y's name and claiming that his group's poem was nothing compared to Y, his patience ran out.
What did his association stand for? Bathed in decades of traditional literature, they were the heirs of Chinese literature. How could they be surpassed by a web novel writer?
He could not help but make a post on Weibo:
[Lately, Weibo is becoming lively with people writing poems. Everyone's voices are loud. This represents the rise of Chinese traditional literature, and the phenomenon is inseparable from the hard works of traditional literary scholars. It is a form of recognition for us; one that I'm comforted by! However, I still hear the other voices. On this, I must speak up and say my piece.]
[First, I admit that within our WA, some poems fall short of the standards. However, everyone had to start off as a beginner. For them to present their works to everyone, that takes courage! Secondly, there are plenty of good compositions within our works. For example, Moon, So Bright! by XX WA President; Wind, So Comforting! by XX WA Vice President; Snow, So White! by XX WA[2] Chairman. These compositions are considered classics! Compared to Y's poems, they are much better!] 
He quickly wrote an entire paragraph. With a smug smile on his face, he uploaded it to Weibo.
As expected, once it was uploaded, the views skyrocketed.
[F*ck! So shameless! What does the rise of traditional literature have to do with them?]
[Please check the facts. It's because of Y's poem that triggered this event alright?]
[F*ck! I can't take it anymore. This bugger is feeding us bullsh*t. Please get Y to save me…]
…
Meanwhile, a few other major WA members started to reply to the post.
[Thank you, Chairman Huang. Your poem, Flower, So Beautiful! is the true classic.]
[Chairman Huang's words resonate deeply with me. That's the truth!]
[Chairman Huang's summary is very accurate. However, I need to add on a little bit.] Right then, another vice-chairman of the WA came forward and interjected, [Many people are still tagging Y, asking for him to compose a poem. Seeing that, I feel that it's laughable. These people don't understand poems at all!]
[When it comes to writing poems, apart from talent, one would also require inspiration. As the saying goes, the abundance of the heart leads to the spring of ideas. Our poems were all born through trials, tribulations, along with the right environment for its conception. These people tagged Y to call him out, but did he show himself? Not at all! Are they expecting him to create a poem on the fly? Based on his talents, I'm sorry, that's impossible!]
[Chairman Shi is right, it makes sense!]
[Hahaha, that's right. You see lately Y hasn't been showing himself. You want him to compose a poem? Wait on!]
[Straight to the point, as expected of the chairman. Since when was writing a poem easy? If he can compose one, I'll eat three pounds of poop!]
Members of the WA continued to sing their praises.
[I can't take it anymore, I need to escape. These people are too much.]
[At least I feel that Y's poems are a hundred times better than theirs. Shameless bunch!]
[Even a scumbag is not as scummy as them. They're the best... at losing themselves in their boast.]
However, quite a number of people were shaken. After all, the WA was the authority in such issues, making it easier for them to be convincing.
[Guys, let's not argue. The WA has their point too. How can he just compose a poem on the fly?]
[I think these chairmans' poems are quite good. They read well.]
[Most of Y's die-hard fans can't recognize reality and live in their own dream world.]
[Hehe, a lot of people refuse to believe it. Why don't you get Y to show himself? I don't need him to compose a poem on the fly. If he can compose a poem that everyone likes within three days, I'll submit to him!] Chairman Shi grew more prideful as he typed. [I'll bet that he won't dare to show himself!]
At first, Ye Lingchen was only there to watch the drama and did not consider taking part. However, the flames of war had mysteriously latched onto him.
Ye Lingchen's heart was unaffected by the provocations, but rather, it brought him a slight twinge of excitement.
These people were delivering popularity right to his doorsteps!
It was originally a trivial matter, but they managed to blow it to the point of being the top search result. That was a major assistance for him.
'F*ck! What wonderful people!'
'I don't dare to show myself? Why won't I, the prodigy, show myself?'
'Since you're forcing me to compose a poem, then I'll have to take you up on it.'
Without hesitation, Ye Lingchen announced on Weibo. [Is composing a poem on the fly that difficult?]
In just a simple sentence, but it sent Weibo into a frenzy in an instant.
[F*ck! Novel Y replied immediately?]
[OMG, OMG! It's going to be another bloodbath!]
[You see that tone. Y is going to compose a poem on the spot?]
[Y, you're too impulsive. The opposing party is obviously trying to agitate you and have you embarrass yourself.]
[Y, let's ignore them. Why should you compose a poem on the fly for them? We need time too!]
At the same time, Capital University's Professor Wan Yun was also following this incident. After seeing Novel Y making a statement, he unwittingly frowned his brows. That was just too impulsive! Composing a poem on the spot was no different from the seven-step verse[3]. Even the legends of ancient times were awed by such a feat. How was it possible for those in the modern age?
Ye Lingchen ignored the excited crowd, but instead closed his eyes and went into deep thoughts for a moment before typing on his computer.
[The first poem, on wind.]
[Lyrics to the Melody of Green Jadeite Bowl-New Year's Night
Easterlies of the night call to bloom blossoms of a thousand trees,
As if blowing adrift stars that drizzle like rain.
Precious horses and lavish carriages go by leaving a scented trail.
Phoenix flutes music perform as the timekeeper witnesses the turning of hours,
Throughout the night lanterns in the shape of fish and dragons dance and gyrate.
Golden are the willowy tassels of her butterfly hairpin,
Among giggles and chatters, her scent is fading away.
In the crowd, I look for her presence everywhere time and again,
Suddenly I turn around, and I see her there,
Where lights are dim and faint[4].]
...
[1] 好湿 (Hao Shi / very wet) and 好诗 (Hao Shi / good poem) sound the same.
[2] XX WA- In raw, the author did not put XX City or XX District, so we just went with XX. WA over here is the acronym for Writer's Association.
[3] The Seven-step verse tells the story of a genius scholar in classical literature who was issued an ultimatum: Compose a poem within 7 steps or be executed. The scholar managed to recite a poem consisting of four verses with five chinese characters in each line.
[4] The translation of this poem is sourced from https://28utscprojects.wordpress.com/2011/10/01/s202/


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

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