Compilation of poems reflecting the writer's actual emotion or feeling at the time the poem was written.

(All poems are mine and original. Pls. credit the quotes/lines/stanza/poem to me if you want it for reference. Thank you!)

Compilation of poems reflecting the writer's actual emotion or feeling at the time the poem was written.

(All poems are mine and original. Pls. credit the quotes/lines/stanza/poem to me if you want it for reference. Thank you!)

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Hearing what she said, Lu Yunshuang's heart plummeted. 
No wonder Grandmother's attitude toward her had significantly dulled when she was back this time around. It turned out that this was the problem. 
"Grandmother, I..."
"Do not listen to Weiwei's nonsense. Although I'm at an elderly age, I still have the energy to walk to the Mansion Gate," the Dowager Duchess interrupted. 
Lu Yunshuang's face turned pallor. 
When the Dowager Duchess was young, she had traversed through the battlefields along with the Duke and was nothing short of prestigious. However, now that she was at an old age, she had to greet and pay respects to her granddaughter. She was sure to feel uncomfortable in her heart.
Now that she heard what the Dowager Duchess had to say, Lu Yunshuang felt immensely anxious and remorseful. 
Before she came over today, she had consigned someone to hand Aunt Zheng a letter. However, she had forgotten to remind her to keep their plans simple in order not to startle Grandmother. 
She only thought of it when she arrived before the gate of the Duke Mansion. However, it was already too late. 
The Dowager Duchess did not express her vexation then, so she never took this incident to heart. 
Nevertheless, being called out by Lu Liangwei like that highlighted her lack of understanding, making her seem unfilial as she appeared not to pay any heed to the Dowager Duchess. 
She attempted to save the situation by saying something, but the Dowager Duchess had already begun to speak.
"It's now March, the season of spring where the grasses are tall, the nightingales are high in the air and the willow trees are green while the flowers bloom a bright red. Both of you can use this as the main topic and compose a poem about it," she said. 
After a momentary pause, she sent a glance toward Lu Liangwei. "It does not have to be self-composed. If there are any good lines from the books you've read, you can write it down as well," she added. 
The instructions obviously benefitted Lu Liangwei. 
Due to Lu Liangwei's usual capricious behavior, she had never done well in her studies. 
Feeling extremely disdainful, Lu Yunshuang shot Lu Liangwei a condescending stare. 
The Dowager Duchess's good intentions might all go to waste.
Other than her face, which was still somewhat useful, Lu Liangwei was a lowly educated and unskilled dimwit. 
Even if she was assigned the task of copying lines of a poem word by word from a book, she might not know how to do so. 
Lu Yunshuang remained silent as she smiled subtly. Holding up her sleeve with one hand and using the other to raise the brush then dip it in the ink, she appeared to ponder on her thoughts momentarily, then raised her head and proceeded to write on the paper right away. 
Her finesse stunned Long Chi, whose eyes glimmered in fascination immediately. 
He could not help but leave the audience seat and make his way to stand behind Lu Yunshuang. 
As his gaze fell on the paper, he could not resist reciting the words aloud. "The prettiest scenery capable of arousing my poetic heart lies in the start of spring, where the willow leaves have just emerged in unevenly colored pale yellow buds. If we waited till the flowers in Shanglin came to full bloom, we'd see people admiring the flowers everywhere once we stepped out of our rooms."[1]
Long Chi recited each of the sentences word by word. Coupled with his clear, melodious voice, the poem was capable of touching the hearts of many. 
After reciting, Long Chi mused upon the imagery described in the poem. He could not hide the glint of admiration in his eyes. "Shuanger, what a good poem!" he exclaimed.
The Dowager Duchess also nodded. "Shuanger's poem is fascinating. The words she used emanates the dignified style of a noble person," she commented. 
Upon hearing her daughter receiving praises from the Crown Prince and the Dowager Duchess, Aunt Zheng felt delighted, even more so than being on the receiving end of praises. 
She was high-spirited and extremely pleased. 
Lu Liangwei was not the slightest bit affected. To begin with, she did not know how to compose poems, but she had read a few classical poem books back in the present. Therefore, it would not be difficult for her to copy down a few good poems. 
Anyway, the Dowager Duchess had told them that if they did not know how to compose poems, they could always copy lines from other poems. 　　
She noticed the cherry blossoms in full bloom in the courtyard and pondered for a while before writing down a poem on the paper. 
"On this very day, last year at this very gate, faces and cherry blossoms both bloomed red. The faces are now in places unknown, yet the cherry blossoms still beam in the spring wind."[2]
Her voice was soft. When she recited the poem, her intonation had the soft and tender hush used by those who came from Jiangnan.
Furthermore, her expression was exceptionally serious when writing the poem. As she raised her head, her hair slid off her shoulder to expose her graceful, fair neck under the sunlight. 
...
[1] Lines from a Tang Dynasty poem.
[2] Lines from a Tang Dynasty poem.


Lu Liangwei wakes up to find herself transmigrated as a supporting character in the novel she had been reading a few days ago. According to the novel, this character has everything—beauty, wealth, status—except brains. Before Liangwei had taken over, she even went as far as to hang herself for the male protagonist that she loved: the Crown Prince as well as her sister's lover. Now that she has become a "brand new" person, it is time for her to turn her life around with charm and wit! She will get everyone to fall in love with her, even the Crown Prince's uncle—the Emperor! Who needs a prince when you can become the Empress herself?

"A Mooring on the Qinhuai River".

The author was Du Mu.

This poem was the poet of his world, Du Mu's recollections in 'A Mooring on the Qinhuai River'. The first half described the night view of the Qinhuai River. The second half expressed his regret, deriding those rulers who did not learn their lessons but indulged in debauchery. It expressed the author's concern and deep affections for his country's fate. If one wanted to count, this was also a very famous seven word poem in Zhang Ye's world. Using it to win the second round of a calligraphy competition was quite overkill.

As long as they won.

Anyway, those poems were just left there in the dust.

Zhang Ye returned to his seat to take a break. He drank a mouthful of water and found it quite boring. After writing twice, he felt like drinking some wine. His gaze then looked towards at a few bottles of white wine on the tea table. In ancient times, there was the notion of composing poems while drinking wine. At the Calligraphy Association's anniversary, there naturally could not be a lack of these. Many calligraphers were chronic alcoholics. They couldn't survive without alcohol. Zhang Ye did not stand on ceremony. He grabbed a bottle and poured a cup of wine for himself.

"Drinking?" Wu Zeqing asked.

Zhang Ye said, "Yea, drinking a bit."

Wu Zeqing smiled, "I was lucky that you happened to have such a quick response just now."

Zhang Ye whispered, "Blame it on them being so unparticular." As he said, he brought the cup of wine to his mouth. The burning flavor entered his throat as it went from his throat to his stomach.

Good wine!

It was refreshing!

He had a face of enjoyment.

Everyone had their idiosyncrasies when producing calligraphy. For example, some would like to take a nap before writing. Some were accustomed to taking a bath and changing clothes before writing. Some liked to write deep into the night. They had their own idiosyncrasies and habits, there was not only one. Naturally, there were people who liked to write after drinking. These external items of habits before writing was mostly used to help the calligrapher enter their optimal state.

Wu Zeqing drank her tea. "Drink less. Hur Hur. I'll still be counting on you in a while."

"Sure." Zhang Ye carried on drinking his wine. "I know my tolerance level, so don't worry. I won't drink too much."

After two rounds, Master Zhou took into account that Wu Zeqing's team only had two people, so he decided to let them have a moment of rest. He was in no hurry to begin the second round.

"Teacher." Master Zhou's disciple looked at Zhang Ye with a look of wonder. He could not help but ask, "Which master's relative or disciple is he?"

Master Zhou shook his head, "A master's disciple? Just his ability in composing poems on the spot and his proficient knowledge in calligraphy is enough to call him a master already."

The disciple said in a stunned manner, "You think so highly of him?"

Master Zhou laughed, losing some of his composure. "It's not me thinking highly of him. It's just that you lack the ability to evaluate him. It is a pity these two poems were produced in modern times. If they were produced in ancient times, and in the environment of those periods, with the support of some allusions and historical background, and written by some historical figure, I believe these two poems would definitely be immortalized. Such a pity. In present day's literature, there is not much space for ancient poems, if not... Hur Hur."

On the other team.

Master Wei did not speak and rested with his eyes closed.

The others began to come up with a strategy.

"They won two rounds already. It's not good, not good at all."

"It's Elder Wei's birthday. The Old Master wants the calligraphy piece, so we have to win it for him."

"The other side has an unfathomable figure. Does anyone have any strategies against him?"

"Hur Hur. Is there a need for a strategy? The young lad just got lucky. How can so many of us lose to a young kid like him?"

"Old Li, don't be careless. Even Old Feng and Old Wang lost. It's best not to underestimate him."

"I wonder what the next topic would be. It seems this youth's attainment in ancient poetry is very high. Only a person like Master Wei can compete evenly with him. However, he might not be good at writing melody poems. No matter how high his attainment is, he can't be good at everything. He has to be lacking in something."

Everyone discussed for a long while. If it was just a competition purely based on calligraphy, many of the calligraphers present were not afraid of the youth in shades. The youth's words were very good, but it did not reach the peak of perfection. Compared to many calligraphers, he was still lacking. They had been writing all their lives, so they naturally would not lose in this aspect. However, the problem was his ancient poetry was written in such a superb manner and to the point. It also had the mood, so even though his calligraphy skills were not perfect, he had the advantage of the ancient poetry's mood. They were vexed over this!

A while later.

Master Zhou spoke, "Alright, let's begin the third round."

Master Wei picked — Lychee.

Wu Zeqing picked — Seven-word quatrain.

Everyone stared over. Another ancient poem? Seven words?

Master Zhou announced, "The third round's topic requires a seven-word quatrain. The poem must have the word 'lychee' in it. Everyone can begin choosing their representative to give an answer. The time to prepare for and complete this round begins now!"

The moment the voice dissipated, someone volunteered from Master Wei's team. "Old Master Wei, let me do it this round. I'm beginning to itch after watching all day."

"Alright." Master Wei chuckled.

This was Chief Yang, who was in his forties. He was one of the administrators of the Calligraphy Association.

Chief Yang immediately began writing the moment he arrived. It seemed like he was trying to seize the opportunity.

A few calligraphers began to laugh. This match was finally in the bag. Chief Yang's calligraphy skills might be not much different from the youth in shades. It was quite comparable, but this time the ancient poem was different. Lychee? Seven words? In the last dynasty, there was a very famous poem about lychee. It did not go into textbooks, but was something many people who studied literature knew! The opposing youth was adept at ancient poems, but no matter how good he was, he couldn't match such a famous poem, right? As the previous topics were too broad, the two calligraphers failed to showcase their normal standards. They could not write a poem with the mood that they had wanted. Now, with a good topic, it was time for them to express themselves freely. Of course, they were filled with confidence!

Wu Zeqing had already guessed what Chief Yang would write. "Who shall do it?"

"...Let me do it." Zhang Ye had just drank some wine, so he felt like he was floating. He felt perfectly fine.

"Alright." Wu Zeqing cautioned, "Remember not to write 'Praise'. He is definitely writing that. Even if you go forward, you won't be able to write it faster than Chief Yang."

Zhang Ye blinked. "What's 'Praise'?"

Wu Zeqing, "....Alright then, pretend I said nothing."

When the surrounding people heard this, they nearly fainted. You have never heard of such a famous seven-word poem? To think you dabble in calligraphy? Those two poems from before must have been blindly written, right!?

Some felt that the youth in shades was faking it. It was impossible that he did not know this poem. There were not many ancient poems that wrote about lychee throughout history. This was nothing like plums or orchids that people wrote all the time. Lychee was something quite unpopular. The poem, "Praise" was also not devoted to lychees. It was about something else, and even wrote about love.

However, they did not know that this fellow, Zhang Ye really did not know anything about "Praise". The world had changed, and he had not undergone the education environment of this world. So naturally, he was unfamiliar with this famous poem.

Chief Yang was done writing.

Master Zhou looked over and nodded his head gently. It was written very well. Old Yang had done well today. Every stroke was just right. He had expressed the poem pretty well. Hur Hur, Old Wei's side had finally been able to grab a round?

Then, Zhang Ye began writing!

Master Zhou looked over with great interest.

However, the moment he began to write, the entire scene turned silent all of a sudden!

"Eh?"

"These words..."

Zhang Ye had switched back to Wang Xizhi's running-standard script. Previously, it was his first time writing, so he was a bit unfamiliar and unpracticed. The way he wrote was a bit lacking, but this time, he could fully express the hundred Calligraphy Skillbook's prowess. His calligraphy skills increased once again!

From Changan the palace embroidered the scene, on the mountain top palace gates opened one by one.

One horse rider kicking up red dust, the concubine laughs, no one knew it was the lychee express arriving.

It was Du Mu again!

"Passing By Huaqing Palace"!

As the judge, Master Zhou should not speak. However, after seeing Zhang Ye's poem, he could not help it. "What a good 'one horse rider kicking up red dust, the concubine laughs, no one knew it was the lychee express arriving'!"

The others were also stunned!

"What poem is this?”

"Holy sh*t! Why have I not heard of it before?"

"Another impromptu work? What the f**k is with his literary skill!?"

"Who has won? And Is it just me, or has this youth's words improved? Could it be that the running-standard script in his first poem was him not giving his all? He was just writing it in a perfunctory manner? Only now is he going all out?"

"It definitely is!:

"We were all wrong!"

"He only became serious now?"

Everyone was concerned about this round's outcome.

Master Zhou laughed and did not even look at Chief Yang's words. Instead, he looked fondly at Zhang Ye's "Passing by Huaqing Palace" without being able to help himself. Eventually he said loudly, "In terms of calligraphy skill, Old Yang lost by a tiny bit. And in the mood of the ancient poem with the calligraphy's mood, Old Yang...still lost by a bit. I might lack the authority, and this might just be my personal opinion. I personally think 'Passing by Huaqing Palace' is cut higher than 'Praise'! One horse rider kicking up red dust, the concubine laughs, no one knew it was the lychee express arriving. That line alone is worthy of praise!"

He had won again!

He had won three consecutive rounds!

Following that, a disciples of Chief Yang said in an unconvinced manner. "'Praise' is a famous work, as for 'Passing by Huaqing Palace'? It's just a casual creation."

Master Zhou cut him off. "Maybe in a few decades or in a few centuries, 'Passing by Huaqing Palace' might also become a famous piece of work. We cannot reject its literary value because of its lack of age. What do you think?"

"Elder Zhou is right."

"That's right, the last line is really the crowning touch!"

"No one knew it was the lychee express arriving? It's indeed good!"

The few people on Master Wei's team who had tried to come up with ideas turned speechless. They thought that the topic being broader would cause the opposing youth to stumble, thinking that even if he would come up with a impromptu piece of work, he would not be better than the ancient wisdoms passed down over hundreds and thousands of years. Who knew he really f**king came up with a seven-word ancient poem that could match the wisdom of the ancients on the spot! And he had even exceeded them!

Many of the family members on the second floor of the restaurant were excited by the commotion downstairs. One by one, they came downstairs to join in the bustle.

More and more people were dying of curiosity!

Who was this youth that came from nowhere!?

Su Na was sincerely happy for Zhang Ye. She was also overjoyed. She cared not for the chaos in the world and cheered for Zhang Ye. Teacher Zhang was indeed Teacher Zhang! An amateur against dozens of calligraphers? He actually still had the upper hand! This result was something that flabbergasted many!


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!

Standing still the girl introduce herself.
"Nice to meet you, My name is Kirihaya Momoka I will be a new member in this club from now on please take care of me."
Said Momoka politely. Haruno who was just stand on his place not moving move his head to look at Haiqal as look like asking for a question.
"Oh, Didn't I told you guys she is the other person that I invite to join this club."
"Well I do remember you said those kind of stuff." Said Haruno while scratching his back of the head.
"Well me too, From now on please take care of us." 
Said Haruno while bowing his head.Sakura who see Haruno doing also bow.
"Well with that now we have enough member for this club not to be disbanded." 
"Um… Haiqal…"
"Oh, What is it Haruno?"
"What actually do we do in this club?"
"Umm, That is a very good question."
"We actually just read book in this club right Kaichou."
"Um, yeah we didn't really do much."
"What is that so boring." Said Sakura who is now sitting on one of the chair and serve herself a cup of tea.
"You are the one who said want to join our club didn't you!" Scold Haiqal at Sakura.
"That's enough you two we didn't have to fight over this." Said Haruno calming both of them.
"Okay I think I have an idea." Said Haiqal Having an idea.
"What is it? Ask Haruno.
"How about for today assignment we make a poem."
"A poem?" Said the rest of the member except Momoka.
"Yeup a poem. You can write anything in it such as what you think of yourself or what you think of others that kind of thing that suit the theme."
"And what is the theme?" Ask Haruno curious.
"The theme is about friends."
"Friends!?" Shout Sakura surprised.
"What's wrong you didn't have any friends to write about."
Sakura hearing Haiqal word startled a bit and maybe a little bit off furious.
"I don…"
"Eh, what did you just said I can't hear you clearly?" said Haiqal putting his hand on his ear.
"I said I don't have friend to write about!" Shout Sakura.
Everyone in the club startled except for Haiqal.
"Then maybe you can write it…"
"Didn't I say I don't have a friends to talk about!"
"Are you blind or something aren't all of us here your friends already."
"Or you didn't thought about it at all?"
Sakura hearing those word was taken by shocked her eye wide open.
"So there is no excuse for you not to write the poem." Said Haiqal feeling a bit guilty.
Sakura then look down on the clubroom floor.
"Darling… Your friend is a meanie…" Said Sakura with a soft voice while tugging Haruno shirt.
"Aren't he your friends too?" Said Haruno smiling to Sakura.
Sakura hearing those word only smile a bit and nod her head.
"It is set then today you guys will do the poem at home and we will present it tomorrow." Said the chairman.
"So for today let's wrap it u and go home already.
Everyone in the club goes and pack their stuff. Momoka on the other hand still sit on her chair and think what Haiqal just said.
"We are all your friends huh?"
"You just goes and said something that we agree not to aren't you." Mutter Momoka under her breath. She then pack her stuff and go home.
At home Haruno goes to shower. After he had done shower he goes and eat dinner with his families.
"Thanks for the food."
"Heh, Onii-chan today you eat pretty fast aren't ya."
"Well I have something to do that's why."
"Heee, that's pretty unusual."
"Oh talking about unusual today you came home pretty late what happened?" ask Seiji little sister.
"Well, it was because I'm in a club now."
"Is that so." Said his little sister.
With that Haruno goes straight and went to his room.
"Eh? A club?" 
Seiji after entering his room goes and sit down on his chair. He then start writing the poem.
"What is good for me to write?" 
"The theme is about friends huh?"
"I don't have any friends to write about!" Haruno remember back the thing that Sakura was saying this evening.
"Right now I wonder what is she doing?"
"Does she really can write it or not the poem." Wonder Haruno alone.
__The next day__
Haruno take off from school early this morning. The time he arrive at school Sakura had already wait for him
"Good morning Darling!"
"Good morning Sakura."
"Do you have finish the work that Haiqal given?"
"Of course I have finished it."
"The work that 'meanie' gave me doesn't affect me at all!" Said Sakura proud.
"If that so then I can't wait to hear you read your poem." Haiqal reading a novel book just came out of nowhere and interrupt their conversation.
"You! Just from where did you come from?!" Said Sakura surprised.
"Your real character just get out you know miss".
Said Haiqal still reading his novel book.
"Ah, not good!" Said Sakura try to build back her composure.
"Let's go both of you, the lesson are going to start soon." Said Haiqal walking past them.
"Just what is wrong with that guy?" Question Sakura to herself.
"In my opinion he only worried for you." Said Haruno 
"Ha? Just from where did he worried about me."
"He worried that maybe you didn't find any friends in this school. So he make us join the club and become their friends."
" Because that is how me and him become friend." Continue Haruno.
He then remember back the moment he first met with Haiqal.
At that time I'm only 10 years old. I also didn't have friends at that time but he is the first person to talk to me. At that time I thought him as a very cool guy.

"Alright everyone remember to do your homework and take care of your body." Said the teacher leaving the class.
"Haruno, Lets go to our clubroom." Ask Haiqal to Haruno
"Yeah let's go."
"Sakura too let's go." Haruno call out to Sakura. Haiqal shrug a bit when Haruno call out to Sakura
"I'm coming!" Sakura replied.
With that the three of them take off to their clubroom. Arriving ther Haiqal open the door and see only the chairman is here.
"Eh, are you alone Kaichou did you see Kirihaya-san." Ask Haiqal toward the chairman.
"I just came here myself and I didn't see anybody at all before."
Said the chairman while shaking her head.
"Um Haiqal can I ask you something?"
"What is it Haruno."
"You always call her as Kaichou but what is our chairman real name?" Ask Haruno curious.
"Ah, that's right it a shame to call such a cute girl as her with what you called her." Spoke Sakura.
"Ah, now that you mention it I didn't introduce our chairman properly yet aren't I."
"Well then let me introduce myself." Said the Chairman.
"My name Kotoha Ayumi, I'm in the class 2-1 and this club chairman."
"Class 2-1, that's mean you are in the same age as us?" Ask Sakura surprised.
"Yeah, I have been in this club from a year while Haiqal only here for only a half year."
"Eh. That is so unexpected I thought you were younger than us and been wondering how a young girl could have her own club."
"Well a lot of people tell me that actually." Said Ayumi giving a good vibe.
"S-somehow I felt like protecting this girl." Said Sakura unexpectedly
"I know right Kaichou pretty face that make her look younger make us want to protect her." Said Haiqal admiring Ayumi prettiness.
"If you the one who said that kind of thing make it sound pervert." Said Sakura with a disgusting face.
"Oi!" Shout Haiqal.
And then the door slam open making the other surprised.
"I'm sorry I'm late I have something to be take care of." Said Momoka apologizing.
"Really then what is that 'something'." Ask Sakura
"Do I really need to tell you everything about me?" Ask Momoka intimidating  Sakura.
"Huuuh?!"
*claps* *claps*
The clapping sound got the both of them attention. Haiqal who was clapping his hand to get both of their attention speak out.
"Well now that all of the member have arrive should we start our club activities."
"Yes…" Said everyone.
Haruno looking Haiqal just smile at him. Haiqal give him a smile back. Then all of the member sit down on their chair.
"So who is going to start first?" Ask Haiqal excited.
Everyone turn away their face except for Ayumi. Haiqal looking at the situation just slam his head on his palm.
"if nobody going to go then I will do." Volunteered Ayumi.
"Well then Kaichou let's hear your Poem."
"Friends is a term of who you spending time with
The time 
where you laugh 
where you cry 
and when you happy
That is all a thing that you do with your friends
Without a friends 
we will only be loner"
"That's it from me." Said Ayumi finishing her poem
*claps* *claps*
"Bravo 2x."
"Kaichou poem really touch my heart." Said Haiqal.
"Well then I will go next." Said Haiqal excited
"This is a poem I wrote it myself hope you like it."
"A true friend gives hope
 When we fail
 A true friend gives comfort
 When we sad
 A true friend also gives a place
 When we feel like running from the reality
 A true friend is precious
 So please take care of your friends."
"And with that my poem is done." Said Haiqal satisfied
Everyone clap their hand except Sakura.
"Then next is…"
"Me." Momoka raise her hand to volunteered herself.
"Well then take it over Kirihaya-san."
"Friends?
 What is a friend?
 Is it good or is it bad?
 I don't' know
 But what I know is I don't need them."
"That's it." Finish Momoka
"That's it?!" Everyone shout
"Yeah that's it, What you want more?"
"You hear Kirihaya-san even you are a cold person you shouldn't go away and say you didn't need them its a waste you know not to have friends." Explain Haiqal.
"Hmm, is that so the I will try and think about it." Said Momoka putting a straight face.
"Your face didn't show the same thing as what you said though." Said Haiqal giving up on Momoka.
"Well who will go next."
"I-I will." Said Haruno.
"Let's be friends
 If we become friends
 We can do any of fun thing together
 We can share our story together
 Or even make our own story
 What I want to say is
 Will you be my friend."
"Aaaah, How embarrassing." Said Haruno his face became red.
"Well for a beginner your poem is pretty good? Said Haiqal unconfident with his word.
"You are the other person who his face is telling a different story then what they said." Said Haruno feeling lose
"Ehem, well then I guess the only last one is…"
"Me right." Said Sakura standing from her chair.
"I don't know if you guys gonna like it but I hope you enjoy." Said Sakura while hiding her face with the book.
"Don't worry its going to be alright you know." Said Haruno towards Sakura holding her left hand he also gave her a warm smile.
"Darling."
"Ehem, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting or something but I just want to say we are also here." Interrupted Haiqal.
Both Sakura and Haruno got startled then both of them avert their eye with each other.
"Well then here I goes."
"Everytime I see people laughing with their friends
 I don't know why 
 But my heart felt ache
 Everytime I look at them
 I felt a feeling of jealousy
 Oh I wonder what is this feeling
 Why am I feeling it
 Is it just because I too want to have friends
 That is impossible
 Impossible for a person like me
 But even if that is true
 I still want it
 Friends"
"That's it."
"How was it?" Ask Sakura embarrassed by being look at.
Everyone clap their hands even Momoka.
"You really did a great job there." Said Haruno.
"Darling…"
"Well it is pretty good for a person like you." Said Haiqal.
"Hmph, atleast I have proof that I also can write a poem." Said Sakura proud of herself
"Well then let me ask you a question do you write this poem thinking about yourself or you just write it." Ask Haiqal With a serious face.
"What's with that question?"
"There is no way I'm going to…" Before Sakura finished her word Haiqal interrupted.
"Just answer my question!" Said Haiqal with a serious-tone
The clubroom also became quiet. Sakura having no choice let out her words.
"W-well yeah I think about myself when I wrote this poem."
"A-and I-I really m-mean it." Said Sakura flustered.
"Is that so." Said Haiqal this time his tone change back to normal.
"Just what is wrong with you asking that kind of question?" Ask Sakura furious.
"This is my answer for your stupid question."
"It's not impossible…"
"It's not impossible for what?" Ask Sakura interrupt Haiqal word.
"It's not impossible for a person like you to have friends."
"Eh?" Sakura got confused
"Because as I said yesterday everyone here is already your friends."
"I don't know about Kirihaya-san…"
"And you didn't have to think Haruno as your friend cause he is special."
"Y-you really are…" Said Haruno snap hearing Haiqal saying those word.
"Well actually what I want to say is that we all here are your friends and we all will be here when you needed."
"That's right Sakura-san I will also help you with everything I got." Said Ayumi standing from her seat.
"Everyone Thanks!" Said Sakura somehow tear slowly came out of her eyes.
With that all of them wrap their thing up and go home. Today Haruno is walking home with Sakura.
"So how was it?" Ask Haruno to Sakura
"How was what?"
"The club."
"Oh, its fine even it only fill with weird people but all of them is a nice people." Said Sakura smiling all the way.
"Yeah, you are right even they are weird but they are a good friends."
"Darling too is a good person." Said Sakura under her breath.
"Did you just said something?" Ask Haruno
"Nothing at all."
Sakura then fasten her pace. Haruno is scratching his head wondering what Sakura just said.
"Is it really going to be just fine?" Mutter Haruno alone
"Darling~~ Let's go!" Shout Sakura calling out Haruno name.
"Well I guess its going to be just fine." Again Haruno mutter the words alone.
"I'm coming!" Replied Haruno.

A Story About Amatsuki Haruno Who Got Confessed By A Girl That He Just Met On Her First Day. But Our Main Protagonist Will Need To Go Through Many Challenge To Protect This Love That Make Him Having A Bittersweet Love In His Entire Life

Suddenly I turn around, and I see her there, where lights are dim and faint!
Those on Weibo saw the poem that suddenly appeared. They were caught by surprise, gawking at the poem, reading it repeatedly!
In an instant, the entire internet went into a frenzy!
Those from the WA were stunned just from the first sentence.
Huang Lihua and Vice-chairman Shi were flabbergasted as well.
Easterlies of the night call to bloom blossoms of a thousand trees, as if blowing adrift stars that drizzle like rain.
The first sentence was describing the wind, and it was expertly written. The imagery was lifelike; describing the scene with the wind, it was beautifully scenic.
For a moment, time seemed to have stopped on Weibo. During that time, even the comments ceased. Those not in the know might even suspect that everyone's internet disconnected.
They were pulled into the poem, into the lively market, with a beauty walking along with the crowd. The crowd tried to locate her, yet she was nowhere to be found. Just as they were feeling dejected, turning around, they saw her standing near the flickering lights.
Such beautiful imagery!
It was only a poem, but everyone felt as though it was a story.
After they struggled to recover from their daze, Weibo exploded with activity.
[Amazing poem!]
[F*ck! F*ck!]
[Such composition, such a wonderful poem!]
[I don't know much about poems, but I know that this is f*cking good!]
[Divine inspiration, this is divinely inspired!]
[F*ck! I was so excited and tried to send gifts all the while. Only now I realize that there's no gift button. Damn!]
…
Meanwhile, Capital University's Wan Yun was in shock.
'Is this really a student from our Capital University? My student managed to compose a poem of this level? The heavens are blessing our Chinese literature!'
The comments on Weibo were like fireworks going up in waves. The number of likes increased by a few thousand every passing second, causing Weibo to malfunction temporarily.
Just how well was the poem written? An average person would not be able to tell.
However, those in the WA knew that this poem was really well done. The scenery and character were expertly brought to life. They were way better compared to the poems Ye Lingchen previously wrote.
That was the first time Ye Lingchen put his heart into writing a poem. In an instant, it subjugated everyone. It could be described as perfect, definitely worthy to be considered a masterpiece!
Those from the WA remained silent; some were even eager to go offline. They were too ashamed to stay around and were trying to find a hiding place.
'Novel Y...just what kind of person is he?'
'Composing a poem of this caliber on the fly. Is he still a human?'
However, someone soon noticed Ye Lingchen's choice of words. "First!"
[F*ck! First poem?! Could it be that Y intends to compose more?]
[Awesome! Would the second one be coming soon? I'll wait for it!]
The next instant, the second poem was out.
[The second poem, on the moon.]
[Moon Gazing with Distant Thoughts.
Bright moon over the sea, sharing the same moment in distant lands.
Lovers resent the long nights, where sentiments grow strong.
Snuffing the candle to appreciate the full moon, adorning the robe to feel the moisturizing dew. 
Regretfully unable to present this to my dear, I return to sleep, for a dream of cherished union.]
Amazing!
Another amazing composition!
The first sentence grabbed the hearts of all the readers!
Bright moon over the sea, sharing the same moment in distant lands.
This poem was about separation, projecting the sentiments onto the moon. Loved ones separated in distant lands sharing the same view of the moon. The long-distance separation was aptly described by this.
[I'm crying. Thank you Y for composing such a wonderful poem. Thank you! I've been working away from home for many years now. It's been so long since I last went home.]
[Above post, I'm in the same boat. I miss my hometown.]
[Sob sob sob, I've already made plans with my wife to share the view of the moon tonight. That way, it'll be like me watching it next to my wife.]
However, while they were still lamenting, the third poem was out!
[The third poem, on flower.]
[On Flower After Failed Examination.
Waiting for autumn to come, eighth of the ninth month,
Once my flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers perish.
Bursts of fragrance soar the skies as it penetrates Chang'an,
The entire city coated in golden armor.]
Once the poem was published, everyone was shaken even further.
The style of the poem was distinctly different from the two previous poems.
The previous poems were of restraint and separation. However, this poem gives off a feeling of tyranny, unrivaled dominance!
Such a change made it difficult for them to switch over.
This poem was domineering from the beginning to the end. It could be said that every word, every sentence struck awe into their hearts.
Just how prideful and confident must one be to write such a poem!?
[I suddenly feel that Y is writing this poem for himself. I wonder if any of you guys feel the same?]
[The first one I can think of is Y. Didn't you realize that once Y started composing poems, those fools from WA dare not utter a single word?]
[F*ck, it's true! His pride and domineering demeanor are oozing from his bones!]
[The fourth poem, snow.]
Ye Lingchen paused for a moment, but this time he laughed, suddenly feeling trollish.
He split up the upload, starting with the first sentence. [One, two, three and four.]
'Hm?'
Everyone was dumbfounded. Such an opening seemed very mundane.
[Five, six, seven and eight.]
[What's this? Counting game?]
Ignoring the masses, he uploaded the third sentence.
[Thousand, ten thousand, and countless.]
With that, the crowd could no longer hold back.
[Y, why are you suddenly learning from those WA members? Please don't!]
[F*ck! It's the end. Y's poem is starting to burn my eyes.]
[Is our Chinese literature going into decline now? No…]
However, the fourth sentence came.
[Disappearing into the plum blossoms.]
Boom!
All their minds were blown, ringing continually. They did not expect the last sentence to salvage the entire poem in that manner. 
That poem was by no means amazing, but it was simple. In its simplicity, it did not lose its rhyming. In a way, it could also be considered another masterpiece.
[Amazing! I knew Y wouldn't let me down.]
[The essential stroke. That's the real essential stroke!]
[Genius, definitely a genius. He's just doing as he wishes!]
[Hahaha, did any of you realize that Y's poem was picking on those poems that Huang Lihua was praising earlier?]
[It is! Wind, flower, snow, and moon. Hahaha…]
[I would like to ask, Master Huang Lihua, is the wind still gentle? Are the flowers still beautiful? Is the snow still white? Is the moon still bright?]
…
Composing four poems in a row, and each of them masterpieces. All that without any preparation beforehand; all impromptu work. Such level of poetry would have made him a champion in ancient times!
Others would have something to be proud of for life after composing one good poem. Instead, he wrote one after another, as if they were nothing. That was just beyond amazing!
Frightening, absolutely terrifying!
All those from the WA became mute, after which they started to delete their Weibo posts one after another.
They were ashamed of showing their poems. It was impossible to compare with Ye Lingchen. They could not afford to embarrass themselves any further.
Huang Lihua deleted the post where he criticized Ye Lingchen along with his other posts. Ye Lingchen's standards were way beyond most people out there. If his literature standards were considered low, then the entire China would have no standards to go by.
Just where did this monster pop out from? He was just too monstrous. Not someone one could afford to offend...


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...

"I-Its been a while since you've came back here huh?" Celaine was placing the rest of the books she just finished writing as she was talking to Theodore. She was stumbling in his words since its the last time he came back to the library alone.
"I suppose." Theodore was slowly flipping through the pages of the book he was reading. "Stale... as always."  
"You're... reading Liam's new book right?"
"Yeah. It seems that his writing style hasn't changed. At first it was commendable, but after that it was just perseverance, but now its just sad. He doesn't really try to get out of his comfort zone huh."
"I can see why y- you're saying that. But its not specifically aimed for men..."
Theodore closed the book and tilted his head out of confusion, "Huh?"
"Its... supposed to be target to a younger... w- woman audience." Celaine's cheeks were flushed and all red as she tried to explain to him what it meant.
"I didn't know there were specific genres like that..."
"Y- yeah. Its not well known. There's no specific name for that genre in english... but in the japanese culture, its called shoujo, and that word means 'girl' in english. I read some more just like Liam's book. Finding a book that's specifically for girls of my age are a rare find than adventure stuff."
"Hmm..." Theodore pulled out his phone and opened it.
Celaine jolted as she heard Theodore opening his phone. She slowly turned her head, "You're... not going to search it right?"
"I just di-" Theodore looked down on his phone and just sighed in disappointment. He closed his eyes and his phone and put it back down on his pocket. "So..."
Celaine jolted again from hearing his words after he'd seen what he just saw, "Y- y- yeah?"
"Care to explain why the images are just topless guys performing the wall bang on women?"
"Uh... ahaha..." Celaine sped up placing the books to where they were meant to be placed, "I wonder... ahaha..." She began to act nervously.
Theodore let out another sigh and continued on reading the book. After an hour, he's finally done with it.
He was pinching the bridge of his nose trying to clear his mind. "This ending again..? I wonder what's with this trope of running through the field as the sun rises getting popular for..."
Celaine finished up her sorting of books and sat across Theodore. "Speaking of books... I haven't seen you write a poem for..." She remembered the poem that he made for her. "A w- while."
"I suppose so."
"Can you make another poem?"
"That's... random."  
"I- I'll also make my own." She began to fiddle around her thumb, "Things has been going really hectic lately. So I just want to clear my head by reading... your... work." She looked up to see his reaction and it was just unchanged.
"...Sure, I don't really have anything to do and read for the time being."
"G- great! I'll bring in a paper and a pen for you to use."
"Sure." Theodore looked at Celaine as she awkwardly and hurriedly tried to stand up from where she sat to find some pen and paper.
Without knowing it, he had a smile on his face which he changed as soon as he felt his lips move from where it was usually was. "Hmm..?" It was a weird feeling for him as it was a long time since he felt that way. His heart beat loudly for some reason.
A sudden feeling of euphoria and happiness flowed into him.  
Celaine hurriedly went back to her seat with the pen and paper with her. "Hmm... I don't really know what to be our topic would be..."  
"Let's just pull up a random word generator."
"O- oh, that'd be great."
Theodore opened up his phone once again and was blinded by the open tab of shoujo on his phone. He instantly closed it and deleted it from his history. He navigated into a random word generation website and placed his phone at the middle of the table between them. "Here we go." He clicked on the create a random word and a single word appeared.
[Happiness]
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Darkness, surrounded my body
But a sudden burst of light as someone grabbed me,
Two people I don't know
How is it that their smiles brings so much happiness as they show?
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I walked on the path of adulthood,
Trying my best as I could,
Happiness as they showed it,
Trying to learn it bit by bit.
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As I grew up,
I wonder, did I ever laugh?
Emotions such as happiness became trivial
As I never learned nor try as I was inflicted by a visceral.
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Happiness slowly fades into the abyss,
I question myself, what's next for this?
My shell that's just hollow and is just nothingness,
Maybe someday, I'll find my happiness.
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Theodore showed his poem to Celaine which she immediately analyzed. Celaine kept up a poker face, but it was clear in her face that her own smile was slightly fading. "Can I... keep this?"
"...Sure." Theodore looked to the side, completely uninterested of seeing her reactions and opinions on the poem. He was incredibly distracted due to what happened earlier.  
"What..." His feelings were all conflicted and were all unsure of. It should've been something natural for humans. A second nature. But for Theodore, it was like he was discovering the idea of happiness for the first time once again from his life. "Hmm."
Celaine was reading his poem and thought to herself, "He made a happy topic this dark..." She knows that they're just both broken souls. One was open in trying to explain what happened and the other is a cold hearted caged one. "I guess I'm not as close as I think I am. Or... were we ever close in the first place..?"
"Can I see yours?" Theodore snapped her back to reality.
"Ah, its not finished... I'll show it to you later." She took a glance at her paper and just folded it and placed it on her pocket.
============================
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Happiness is being there with you again,
Happiness is being able to go with you walking,
Happiness is being able to be with you as you are my everything.

Your words held me captive,
Your words gave me the strength to be adaptive,
You words stopped me from being destructive.
You gave me peacefulness,
You gave me tenderness,
You gave me words to my heart which filled my emptiness
You gave me happiness.
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She tried to hide the poem despite her finishing it.
"At this point, I don't really care what he thinks of me." She said to herself. "As long as I can give back, then that's enough. He saved me. Physically and mentally." She took a look at him, "I was never entitled to any of his love. Happiness. Problems. Or even responsibility for saving me. It was never like that. We're just... two broken people who managed to meet by chance."
The doors of the library opened. The piercing rays of the sun pierced through the entrance. "What are you two doing?"  Anastasia suddenly showed up without notice.
Celaine stood up and ran over to her, "Anastasia..? I didn't know you'd come here." she replied.
"Yeah." She looked to Celaine's side to look at Theodore. She looked back to Celaine. "Yeah, I guess I don't have any place to go. I'd go back to the rooftop, but some people were there."  
"Come with us." Celaine folded Theodore's poem and put it in her pocket. She then guided Anastasia to the table where they were sitting and sat next to each other.  
"I didn't know you two knew each other." Theodore suddenly said.
"Well, things happen." Celaine and Anastasia laughed at each other. "Ah, anyway, I was looking for you."
"What for?"
"Remember July 29th? When we're going to Paris? I heard that we're going to have two days of free time. Want to go sightseeing?" Her invitation was straight and to the point which caught Celaine off-guard. Anastasia had her cheeks flushed but she kept up a half straight face while trying not to cringe by her question.
The intense staring between the two looked like it lasted forever. Celaine was just watching to the side fiddling through her fingers. She wanted to ask the same question earlier after the poem, but Anastasia beat her to it with her aggressiveness.  
Theodore took a look at Celaine and saw her "I'll have to... take a rain check. I already made plans with Victoria."
Both of their plans instantly crushed.  
Theodore's phone sounded an alert message. "I have to go. The music club needs me." He pulled out the headphones from his bag and wore it as he left the library.
"Well... let's see how this goes... right?" Anastasia looked at Celaine.
"...Yep." Celaine replied.
The both of them giggled as the thought of the trip to Paris.


This young man in his early life as a teenager is considered to be a talent born once every century. A modern Shakespeare. Highly regarded by thousands of people all around the globe with his tear-jerking creations of love story that will make men and women cry. 

In short, a genius.

But everyone knew of his true nature. Despite being awarded countless awards as one of the best romance author in the whole world, he's... clueless. Everything about love.

His cold demeanor and a stone cold face shows no signs of attractions or feelings to anyone. He doesn't feel any attraction to anyone. 

Now, he enters the first years of his high school life. Several interesting characters entered his life in which fate clearly planned to.

Will he be able to feel the feelings of the character he writes in his novels or will he just be the same old, cold and heartless, 'Void Writer'?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: As much as I'd like to reference real books in the real world in this story, I'm afraid that I cannot since there's copyrights and licensing protecting those things. And I'm not going to risk it. So that's why most of the books in this story will be made up by me.

Huo Shaoheng's eyes almost lit up after he heard Gu Nianzhi complete her analysis.
However, he quickly calmed down and discreetly shook his head, replying gruffly, "That makes sense. It can explain many puzzling questions."
"Oh, really? Which questions made you feel puzzled, exactly?" He Zhichu smirked and asked sarcastically, "Or do you still need Nianzhi to explain any further for you?"
Gu Nianzhi looked down, pursing her lips, and said quietly, "...Actually, I've never believed that human race improvement and optimization can actually be realized using such destructive and invasive means."
When she heard Huo Shaoheng talk about Operation Borrowed Seed, from the very beginning, these suspicions began to grow in her mind.
From the way she saw it, using this type of research method would no doubt lead to a dead end.
"I agree with your perspective." He Zhichu looked at Gu Nianzhi in surprise and said, "You actually grasped the key to this issue if you are able to think about it that way. This type of method would absolutely never result in true technological advancement."
Gu Nianzhi didn't have memories from before she was 12 years old, yet she still had this kind of intuition.
He Zhichu couldn't help but think optimistically. Didn't that mean that he should have somewhat of a position in Gu Nianzhi's heart?
Huo Shaoheng balled one hand into a fist to rest his chin on. He thought for a moment, then said, "...This explanation does make sense. After that Japanese numerical unit lost the war, they handed over nearly all their human experimental data to the winning countries. This was the only set of data that was never handed over.
"This was because the data didn't involve typical human experiments. If it were actually handed over, the winning countries would never be able to accept this kind of pure evil sin, even if they had their own ulterior motives.
"This also explains how Nianzhi's grandfather, Gu Haoze, would later on use all sorts of ways to remove the experimental data from the Gestapo headquarters."
Reinitz also thought it over and replied succinctly in German, saying, "The data was not about the optimization of the Huaxia race, but… Data targeting weaknesses in the Huaxia genetic makeup? If that's the case, now I also understand why our bureau's predecessors would write such contradictory things in their memoirs."
Perhaps they could also tell what the data was actually about, but this was the kind of thing that still challenged the people's ethical perspective at the time. So, the bureau chose to reveal selective things, or flat out stay quiet about others.
The Nazi race optimization eugenics program was also very evil, but its main purpose was to optimize their own race.
As for what the Japanese did, they actively chose to drag down another race when they discovered that it would be impossible to optimize their own race.
In other words, they would be number one if they killed the person running ahead of them…
That kind of perverse and shameless mentality would forever prevent them from being the ultimate winner.
"But if your grandfather Gu Haoze was only an accident and an uncontrollable factor that occurred within the experiment, why didn't they simply kill him off? Why did they send him to the Gestapo headquarters in Europe, instead?"
Huo Shaoheng thought that there had to be something else they didn't yet understand.
Gu Nianzhi nodded and said, "I am still thinking about this point. Huo Shao, do you remember why the Gu family had adopted gu Yanran and her mother, Gu Jing?"
Huo Shaoheng stiffened slightly as he replied, "You are saying that the Gu family's genetic disease was rooted in Gu Haoze? And that Gu Haoze's genetic illness was a consequence of the race optimization operation?"
Gu Nianzhi began to laugh. "Huo Shao, your brain works even faster than mine does. Right, this is exactly what I meant," she said.
So, there must be a reason why they had no choice but to do this.
However, this point was not related to the topic of discussion at the moment.
Gu Nianzhi said, "Afterwards, the data went missing. Because our country won the war, Japan could no longer capture our citizens on a large scale in concentration camps to conduct experiments as they did during the war years. So, they have returned to the first goal of Operation Borrowed Seed, which was to optimize their own race. Coupled with the development of science and technology, it was unnecessary for them to continue using that kind of stupid method to conduct race optimization experiments.
"…That's why they set up all these clinics treating infertility. They are now able to steal the reproductive cells directly from the patients seeking treatment, and conduct artificial insemination and reproduction to observe the results of optimization."
Huo Shaoheng walked back over to his laptop to open another folder.
Gu Nianzhi agreed completely, saying, "My father must have also discovered their intentions, so he chose to use this method to warn the people trying to look for the data."
"However, why didn't your father report these clinics directly to the authorities if he discovered that they were conducting similar experiments?" Reinitz asked curiously. "I thought he hated this kind of thing more than anything."
"Of course he hates it, but do you think my father alone can fight against the power of an entire country?" Gu Nianzhi glared at Reinitz as she said, "After all, I investigated these clinics myself. They are genuinely researching how to optimize Japanese genes, but are not involving any Huaxia genes. So, I think that my father was strictly monitoring these clinics to prevent them from doing anything that would harm the Huaxia Empire."
Reinitz shook his head. With a smile, he said, "Cereus, you've never even seen your father before. How are you so certain that he's actually a good person?"
Gu Nianzhi's expression was resolute as she said, "I know. I know it for a fact. My father is absolutely not a bad person. Not only is he a good person, but he is a rare and capable good person.
He Zhichu averted his eyes in silence, no longer able to stand looking at Gu Nianzhi's expression.
Huo Shaoheng was about to add a few comments to Gu Nianzhi's idea when he looked up and saw He Zhichu look away. He thought that something didn't feel right.
But He Zhichu always spoke vaguely and changed the topic. Now he was even using Gu Nianzhi's presence as a condition of telling the truth.
Huo Shaoheng decided to stop trying to get any information out of He Zhichu. He was also wary about taking the few things He Zhichu had already said as facts.
He needed to resume his previous work method. Just like Reinitz, he would doubt everything and rely on himself to prove everything.
…
"Earlier, I demonstrated my conclusion using the three perspectives of premise, history, and follow up. In other words, Operation Borrowed Seed did not succeed. The operation to exterminate the Huaxia race did not succeed, either."
Gu Nianzhi looked up with a smile and stared at the curved screen TV in front of her.
Huo Shaoheng had just opened a new folder, which was the handwritten English poem that Gu Nianzhi took a photo of in the Dass clinic's consultation room –"A Little Girl Needs Daddy."
When the framed and wall-mounted poem was enlarged on the curved screen TV, Gu Nianzhi suddenly thought the poem's shape looked a bit familiar.
The swirling handwriting of the English poem was filled with curves and lines that spun together to create each word. Each word actually looked like a flower.
The framed handwritten English poem consisted of short and long lines intersecting like flowering vines that seemed to form a complex picture.
If someone who didn't read English saw this poem, they would probably think it was a picture as opposed to a poem.
An abstract drawing made up of black and white intersecting lines.
Gu Nianzhi's mind suddenly felt enlightened when she thought that this was actually a picture.
She pointed to the TV screen and said, "...Look at this. Doesn't this handwritten English poem look like a picture when you observe the shape?"
"What picture?" He Zhichu glanced at it and said, "I can't tell."
Huo Shaoheng stood behind the desk and stretched forward. With both hands bracing against the desk, he looked up at the enlarged handwritten English poem displaying on the TV screen. He nodded thoughtfully. "It does look a bit familiar," he said.
"Isn't that right?" Gu Nianzhi grew excited as she said, "Tell me, doesn't this handwritten English poem look like a map of Africa?!"
Huo Shaoheng squinted his eyes and slowly straightened his body. His eyes stared at the picture unblinkingly.
Gradually, he stopped trying to decipher the handwritten English words and purely examined it as though it was a picture.
As expected, the picture appeared increasingly similar to the map of Africa in his memory!
Huo Shaoheng bent over and immediately opened a map of Africa on his computer. He put it beside the handwritten English poem.
Everyone could now see it with the comparison.
The handwritten English poem was laid out in a method that was nearly a mirror image of the general shape of Africa.
Gu Nianzhi couldn't help but grab the mouse from Huo Shaoheng and take things into her own hands.
She opened a photo editing software and first copied the map of Africa on it. Then she also copied the handwritten English poem to allow the photo editing software to find the overlap between the two.
With the help of the photo editing software, Gu Nianzhi quickly discovered a very obvious bright spot in the bottom corner of the two images.
It was where the English word 'there' was located.
The last two lines of the poem read, "So diving deep or soaring high, she'll always find him there."
Gu Nianzhi's heart plummeted.
She quickly marked down the point where the word 'there' overlapped with the map of Africa, then opened the marked-up image of Africa and inputted it into GPS software to look for the coordinates.
Huo Shaoheng, He Zhichu, and Reinitz all quietly watched Gu Nianzhi quickly use the computer and discover the message her father had left behind.
The map software took less than one second to bring up the coordinate data.
"33.9249° South, 18.4241° East."
Gu Nianzhi laughed. "It's 33 degrees 55 minutes south latitude, 18 degrees 25 minutes east longitude. The location this latitude and longitude points to is the second-largest city in the southernmost country in Africa – Cape Town.
"It's there. My father must have left something in that place."
When Huo Shaoheng saw the latitude and longitude and the name of Cape Town, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
How could it be such a coincidence?
In order to find the true whereabouts of the flight MH210 that Gu Xiangwen had been on, he sent Zhao Liangze to a station on a small island in the Cape of Good Hope to facilitate the search of the nearby waters.
The Cape of Good Hope was the landmark of Cape Town. It was only two kilometers away from the city, which is completely within walking distance.


Gu Nianzhi had no idea how to get the aloof and handsome Major General to fall in love with her. 

His eyes were dark and serious. "...Seduce me. If you can do it, I’m yours." 

Gu Nianzhi: "!!!"

Disclaimer: The following stories contains sexual assault, rape, nonconsensual acts, mentally abusive relationships, and violence towards women. Readers are advised to proceed with caution.

The host shouted, "Let's move on to the next contest! Calligraphy!"

"All participants please come up to the stage! Pick up the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone! Then get ready to write!!"

Feng Ao Xiu smiled. It has come to the third contest, at least one more win needed. But, he did not need to go to the last contest, the Second Young Master's calligraphy skill was amazing. Since he was small, other than cultivation, he practised calligraphy almost every day. In the Feng Clan, no one has neater writing than Feng Ao Xiu. The game was already in the bag. 

All the participants including Feng Ao Xiu sat down on the stage.

Kong Ling Jue stands up, "I'll be the one in charge of this contest. First, I'll give each one of you a different theme. Then, within ten breaths, you must write an original poem according to the given theme."

"The criteria to win are neat handwriting, compatibility with the theme, and a good poem."

Feng Ao Xiu smiles again, he laughed in his heart. 

[Hahaha... This will be an easy victory! Who can beat me in calligraphy? Nobody! This is a good day, I'll finally get my ha... Wait! Poem!?]

[This Second Young Master hardly knew any poem, and you want me to write one!?] 

[This is bad! This is really bad!]

As he was looking for a solution, he suddenly realized that he actually did not have to. There were three criteria. If he could ace out the neat handwriting. At least he would get one-third of the total scores. If he could think of a good poem, a score of 60 or 70 out of 100 would be possible. If he was lucky, he could even get a score of 80. 

[That's actually not that bad, I might even win!]

Then, Kong Ling Jue said, "The poem itself will take sixty per cent of the total score. The rest will take twenty per cent each!"

Feng Ao Xiu couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

[What the f*ck! Are you kidding me!? How could the poem take so many points!? Is this even a calligraphy contest!?]

The only thing left to do now was to practice. Feng Ao Xiu thought of the first poem that comes into his mind.

***

The Poem

The poem is here and there.
What poem will I hear?
I was forced to make one.
Who knows how it will end.
Because my poem is not bad.
I will not be sad.

***

Feng Ao Xiu gives himself a facepalm. It's useless! It's so ugly, that he wanted to vomit himself!

The crowd was anxiously waiting. Most of them were looking at the dark horse in this contest. What kind of legendary poem will Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan make?

Kong Ling Jue points at the nearest young participant, "Let's start with you! The theme is Tortoise."

The young man immediately writes his poem. He finishes right before the ten breaths.

***

Break the Tortoiseshell

Through the shell, it was blessed.
Without the light, it walks for a quest.
The strength and spirit live forever.
Leave the home and the courage gather.
The sunlight illuminates the path.
Treading without care for the aftermath.
Break the Tortoiseshell.
And believe it will be well.

***

Bu Liang said, "Nice one! I like the beginning part, but the last part is a bit lacking."

Mo Tie Yang, "Within ten breaths and you could make this kind of poem is already impressive."

The Emperor, "Yes, I agree! It is a good one. Your handwriting still needs a lot of practice though."

Princess Ming, "Qiao An likes tortoise! Big brother described it nicely!"

Kong Ling Jue nodded, "Good! However, there is a mistake, you should use the word 'cave' instead of 'home', and the word 'power' instead of 'strength', it describes the Tortoise best. This poem also lacks a bit of morality. If you write it for a long time, I'm sure it will be better!"

The young man cupped his hand, "Thank you, Master Kong Ling Jue!"

Feng Ao Xiu was confused. Is that poem really good? He doesn't understand anything good about that poem.

However, currently was not the time to analyze that poem. Feng Ao Xiu shook his head and continue with the practice. He shall use the same theme and see if it does any good.

***

The Old Tortoise

The Old Tortoise is 100 years old.
It lived a long life and the shell is cold.
Swim in the pond with aloof.
Spinning around like in its youth.
Old but still adorable and...

***

Feng Ao Xiu stopped before he even finished. There's no need to continue, just half of it was already not satisfying. He felt what he made was not a poem but a description of a turtle.

"Next!" Kong Ling Jue glanced at the next person, a vigorous old man, "The theme is Wine."

Although it's not for Feng Ao Xiu, he feels challenged. He believes he could create a nice poem.

***

Three Bottles of Wine

There are three bottles of wine.
All the tastes were fine.
I chug one down and go with the flow.
One down, two more to go!
I chug another one as if there's no tomorrow.
Two are down, one more to go!
I chug the last one but the head feels heavy.
I died and arrive in heaven...

***

Feng Ao Xiu gave up. No matter how hard he tried. In the end, it will always come up bad. He didn't understand how he created a story instead of a poem.

Meanwhile, the old man who was the participant finishes quickly, he only needed seven breaths before he stops.

***

Legendary Wine

The water flows into the river.
The cup holds a feather.
It shines in the moon, showing its fang.
Gentle like yin but strong like yang.
Accomplishment and glory.
The reigns and victory.
I shall pour it all into one.
To wait until this moment to run.
All gods and humans fancy.
Come and see!
All masters and servants envy.
Come and see!
I bring you a dine!
With this legendary wine!

***

The audience cheered! It is a beautiful poem! Who is that man!?

Kong Ling Jue, "As expected of Master Sun, I have nothing to say!"

Bu Liang, "I'm always impressed every time I saw Master Sun's masterpiece!"

The Emperor, "Master Sun is really good, your handwriting is also still full of energy!"

Princess Ming, "Qiao An likes this poem the most! It's the best!"

The audience went into frenzy mode. 

"What did they say? Master Sun! Master Sun Huang!?"

"I can't believe it! Sun Huang the master of poem and calligraphy is here!"

"No wonder that poem is so good!"

Mo Tie Yang jokes, "Master Sun, haven't you retired already? Are you here to bully these people?"

Sun Huang laughs loudly, "Hahahaa... I'm sorry, but my wife and children are watching! I have to win this contest."

This is big news! Sun Huang enters a contest and shows his skill, it has been a long time since Sun Huang creates a poem. It looks like his skill hasn't worn off yet. The poem 'Legendary Wine' will surely beat all the other poem.

Feng Ao Xiu's mouth became wide open. What the hell!? Sun Huang! What is he doing here!? How am I going to beat him without any poem skills?

Sun Huang still laughs, "The rest do not need to mind me, just continue to do your best. May the best man win!"

How could the other participants not mind? They must face the legendary master! Of course, they will lose! They lose all hope in this competition. But, look at the bright side, at least Master Sun will point their mistake with his skill. It is a golden opportunity!

The contest continued, and just like they hoped for, Sun Huang gives a precise and concrete lesson to the third participant. The rest of the participants began to write the poem more vigorously. How could they not? Get a private lesson from the legendary Master Sun is a dream come true to all the young calligraphers.

Feng Ao Xiu cursed in his heart. 

[F*ck this! All of them became so enthusiastic! I can't withdraw from this contest now!] 

Withdrawing means dishonouring Master Sun. Feng Ao Xiu could not afford that! But, If he writes his own poem, he'll be the laughing stock of the entire country.

All have got their turn except for Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan.

Kong Ling Jue stares intensely at Feng Ao Xiu. What will he do now? 

"Next is our favourite, Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan. The theme is the Moon." 

[Wait! It's my turn now!? I'm not ready!]

Feng Ao Xiu holds the brush but his hands not moving. 

[Ahh... I can't get any ideas from inside my head. Moon... Moon... What moon!?]

Three breaths have passed.

[C' mon, think! Think! Not winning is fine! As long as the poem is not stupid!]

...

That's It!

Right after the fifth breaths, Feng Ao Xiu writes vigorously. He already has all the poem in his head.

Just right before the tenth breaths, Feng Ao Xiu puts down the brush! The poem was finished!

The crowd watching anxiously. After the two previous performance, they got a great expectation from Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan. It may not be as great as Master Sun, but at least it will be better than the rest.

***

The Moon Princess

Your smooth soft skin.
The only one in my scene.
Your bright little smile.
The one I won't lie.
The beauty of the moon can't compare.
The shines of the moon lacks colour.
In the night, I grew restless.
For the Moon Princess.
The river flows like the cloud.
The wind plays aloud.
I wish I could express.
For the Moon Princess.
I'll descend from high above.
You are my one true love.
Hold my hands.
I swear to the heavens!
For you, nothing is too soon.
Because you are my moon.

***

"..."

Everyone's mouth opened wide. 

Yes! As expected from Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan. The poem was really good, it could even rival Master Sun's 'Legendary Wine'.

But, that's not the point! The thing is, he just wrote a love poem! 

For Princess Ming!!

Who else is the Moon Princess but Princess Ming!?

The Princess blushed. Her face became so red. She never felt so embarrassed before.

In a world full of cultivators, Feng Ao Xiu is a genius that only appears once every 10,000 years. His talent is the target of envy and jealousy of all the people around the world. But because of his talent that he was betrayed and died at a young age of 15 years old.

When everyone thought that the Feng Clan just lost a future supreme expert, Feng Ao Xiu slowly rise from the dead and he returned to the Clan. 

However, no one knows that Feng Ao Xiu was not a cultivator. They think he was back stronger than ever.

In a world full of cultivators, Feng Ao Xiu was an ordinary man. Can he survive?

Join him in a story full of comedy misunderstanding!

Wang Rich came from a very wealthy family. He liked making friends while posing himself as a culture lover. He also liked to show off some of his ordinary poems. At times, he could come up with a few relatively good ones.
After finding out that Brother Muzhi was also a poetry lover, he couldn't wait to show off a little bit.
"That's a good proposal, Brother Wang!"
"I can't agree any more."
They all nodded.
Lu Changsheng simply glanced at Liu Qingfeng.
In fact, Lu Changsheng didn't really hate these kinds of things. But he just really wanted to avoid triggering another unusual phenomenon.
Fortunately, he had the Pagoda of Heaven and Earth with him, it could suppress most of the unusual phenomena from appearing.
"We can give Brother Muzhi some time first. Why don't we read Brother Wang's poem to start off?"
Zhou Haijie suggested this, he knew that improvisation was always difficult.
Lu Changsheng nodded.
Wang Rich immediately cleared his throat and was ready to recite his poem. "Alright, please forgive my incompetence."
He got up and slowly spoke, "A red boat is touring Jingling!"
"The fish are accompanying the boat!"
"It's just like you and me and him!"
"It's fate that we gather!"
Wang Rich's recital was very affectionate.
The last sentence was especially filled with deep emotions.
"That's nice!"
"Good! What a beautiful poem!"
"Brother Wang, you're so talented! It's so good!"
They were all filled with praise for him.
However, Lu Changsheng didn't know what they were talking about.
How could this thing be called a poem?
And they were even giving this thing such a high evaluation? Are you serious?
He didn't know whether this was because of money or just that they had really bad taste.
This kind of rubbish poetry neither had rhymes nor rhythm, the wording was also extremely poor.
He looked at Liu Qingfeng, the latter was slightly nodding. Although Liu Qingfeng didn't make any comments, it seemed that this poem wasn't too bad in his eyes.
At this moment, Lu Changsheng started to feel desperate.
They were a bunch of illiterates!
"In Brother Wang's poem, every single word is filled with emotion. The first sentence describes the real scene and lays a good foundation for the following line. Fate is the essence of the poem."
Zhou Haijie was indeed such a good flatterer.
Zhang Peng also nodded and said, "The last sentence is an amazing finishing touch. Indeed, it is fate that made us gather here together.
Everyone kept nodding.
"Are you ready, Brother Lu?" Zhou Haijie asked Lu Changsheng curiously.
Lu Changsheng slowly stood up. He was pondering about which one to pick, but now, he felt no pressure at all.
"Black clouds—spilled ink half blotting out the hills;"
"Pale rain—bouncing beads that splatter in the boat."
"Land-rolling wind comes, blasts and scatters them:"
"Below Lake Watch Tower, water like sky."
Lu Changsheng slowly recited the poem.
He was rather calm, this was because the poem was written by one of the most well-known poets, Su Shi.
However, after Lu Changsheng finished the last line.
The audience slightly frowned. 
Zhou Haijie started to comment, "This poem isn't bad. The black clouds are like spilled ink and raindrops are like falling beads. Then the wind sweeps over and scatters all of the clouds. In the last sentence, it means that the rain stopped and the waves calmed down. Upon leaning against the rails of the tall tower, the poet saw that the sky was so crystal clear and the lake was so clean and beautiful.
"However, this poem isn't appropriate for the current occasion."
Zhou Haijie wasn't totally illiterate, he could understand the poem.
However, in his eyes, this poem failed to reflect the current scene.
The rest of them all nodded.
Although this poem was extremely beautiful, they failed to share the mood right now. Therefore, it felt like something was missing.
"Why is that so?" Lu Changsheng put on a gorgeous smile.
Zhou Haijie answered, "It's such a good day today. We see neither black clouds nor rain."
This was extremely obvious.
Lu Changsheng then smiled, he slowly walked to the front end of the boat.
He reached out his hand and said, "Here comes the rain."
With the last word, at this very moment,
Pitter-patter!
Pitter-patter!
Ripples suddenly appeared on the calm surface of the lake.
Very soon after, heavy rain fell. Countless water beads bounced all over the river.
Between the mountains and the hills, mist filled the air.
The black clouds were as dark as ink, but they hadn't covered all the mountains.
In the red boat, they watched this scene in amazement.
This… This was unbelievably remarkable.
They couldn't believe their eyes.
From a distance, at the front end of the boat, Lu Changsheng, while dressed in white, looked exactly like an immortal. He stood with his back towards them, staring at the pouring rain and the mountains embraced by the soft mist.
"I've never seen such a gorgeous man in this world," one of the ladies murmured. Her eyes couldn't move away from Lu Changsheng back.
The males in the boat were suddenly attacked by a sense of inferiority.
While staring at the downpour, Lu Changsheng's heart felt somehow touched.
He saw passersby on the bridge taking out umbrellas, he then heard the corner of his robe whistle.
Standing with his hands behind his back, Lu Changsheng slowly opened his mouth, "My leaflike boat braves the perilous waves. I've slept through Southern rain and smoke. My eyes are filled with green mountains when awake; I come back, shaking water off my green straw cloak.
"Spring rain submerged the bridge and people cannot cross; Out of the green shadow came a small boat.
"In spring, the water is bluer than the sky; In a painted boat listening to the rain they lie.
"Raindrops fell on red flowers; Green smoke entangled fine willow branches."
Lu Changsheng spoke out a poem.
Suddenly, vague pictures appeared in the mist.
In the pictures were boats and figures.
A fisherman fell asleep in his small boat in the waves, and when he woke up, he was already among the endless green mountains. After shaking off the water on his green straw coat, he was ready to go back home.
In spring, the water was even clearer than the sky. A man slowly fell asleep in his boat, listening to the rain. What a beautiful scene that was!
The passersby all saw the pictures in the air. They were utterly amazed.
Lu Changsheng smiled.
This smile could easily make all the struggles one had vanish into the air.
The people in the red boat joined Lu Changsheng to enjoy such a beautiful moment together.
"This is so beautiful, In spring, the water is bluer than the sky. Amazing! Brother Lu, you have immeasurable talent!" 
Li Yue sincerely appreciated the beauty of the lines, and bowed to Lu Changsheng.
"Although there is no willow around, your lines have planted willows in my heart, Brother Lu."  Zhou Haijie sighed emotionally.
They were lost in this beautiful scene and amazing poetry.
At this time, the sky suddenly cleared up.
The lake was clear and the sky was blue.
The rain came and went so quickly.
The beautiful and sunny day had come back.
While enjoying this beautiful scene, Lu Changsheng couldn't help but ask himself, "Changsheng, why are you so handsome?"


Lu Changsheng is depressed.
In this world full of cultivators and immortals, because of his face and irresistible fine bearing as a protagonist, women fall in love with him within three seconds. Unusual heavenly phenomena occur to celebrate his breakthroughs. His literary talent can easily shock all scholars and his random citations are eulogized by the heaven and earth. Legendary beasts offer themselves as mounts, celestial treasures throw themselves into his pockets. 
However, there is one thing he does not understand.
He's the main character, the protagonist, the MC! Why does his cultivation suck?
Also known as "Super Ultra Ordinary and Average Eldest Senior Brother," "Why Am I Still the MC Even When I Suck at Cultivation," "My Good-looking Face But Hopeless Cultivation."

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