Like verses in a poem, who will complete her?

　　 When not in class, Xiao Rui has the vigor of a chicken and the power of a dog, so he can get up to see the scenery before the sun rises. It is a pity that once the day comes to class, I want to hide in the bed and let the bed strangle myself to death.
 　　 "Gao Quan, save me! I am entangled in the quilt."
　　 "Would you like to ask for a leave for me? Just say that I fight with the quilt and both lose?"
　　 "Who can help me! Ah..."
　　...
　　 Gao Quan has become accustomed. His master is good at everything, but he doesn't like to learn. The purpose of cultivating his own learning is to help him write his schoolwork. If the doctors of Jiwendian knew about it, would they be p*ss off?
　　 "Your Highness, if you get up again, you will be late for class. Today is Dr. Jin's class." Gao Quan reminded.
Xiao Rui jumped up, dressing, and cursed: "Old man Jin's class? Now it's dead. What tasks did he leave for last class? Oh, I was too busy to remember. "
 　　 "With spring as the topic, I compose a poem." Gao Quan reminded.
　　 "Compose a poem?" Xiao Rui heard it, and immediately regained his calmness: "I thought it was an ancient prose commentary again. It's good to write a poem. Master, I dare not call myself a poem saint, but the king of poems still dare to be!"
　　 "Golden Retriever Lion King?" Gao Quan asked.
　　 "Get out!" Xiao Rui scolded with a smile.
　　 After dinner, Gao Quan drove slowly towards the imperial city.
　　 Entering the Outer Imperial City, to the Jiwen Hall in the northeast corner, Xiao Rui got out of the car and walked.
　　 "Brother Seven! Brother Seven!"
　　 Without taking two steps, Xiao Rui heard someone calling him behind him, his voice was light and cheerful, and he knew who it was without having to look.
 　　 "Brother Seven, why are you ignoring me." A teenager ran over with a beautiful face.
　　 Xiao Rui glanced at him and said, "It's Lao Jiu! You came early and didn't ask for leave today."
　　 Juvenile is the youngest of the nine princes, Xiao Yan.
"My mouth is sweet, hardworking and studious. Have you ever asked for leave? It's Brother Seven, you have changed today? You came so early." Xiao Yan smiled and said, "Brother Seven, I'll go to Fourth Brother's house to play with you, OK? ?"
　　 "No, I'm not free." Xiao Rui refused.
　　 Xiao Yan continued: "What are you up to? May I be with you?"
　　 "Squatting, do you want to accompany you too?" Xiao Rui said silently.
　　 Xiao Yan thought for a while, and Zheng nodded his head: "Then I will keep it and accompany you after class."
　　 "..." Xiao Rui quickened his pace.
　　 Xiao Yan followed closely, like a trumpet that couldn't finish talking.
　　 Entering Jiwen Palace, Xiao Rui met Xiao Jing, the eighth prince.
　　 He is half a year younger than Xiao Rui, and only half a year older than Xiao Yan, but his character is much older than Xiao Yan, and now he has become a master of Qiu and he is even more proud. After all, among the Confucian scholars of Daxia Kingdom, Master Qiu's name can be ranked in the top twenty.
　　 He also saw Xiao Rui and Xiao Jing, and simply nodded as a greeting.
　　 Xiao Yan entangled Xiao Rui and dared to make fun of words, but he did not dare to make a fuss in the face of this starling Xiao Jing.
 　　 After all, mynah's name is not called for nothing, so I can't help it.
　　 In addition to the three princes, there are other princes who studied together in Jiwendian. Emperor Xia couldn't help women studying, so there were 23 princesses.
　　 Xiao Rui looked for the corner seat in the last row and lay down on the table lazily. Compared with Xiao Jing, who was sitting in the front row, Xiao Rui was always the lowest-profile. If he could take Xiao Yan away, it would be more perfect.
　　 Dr. Jin is here.
　　, holding the ruler on his back, wandered into the room like an old man, she glanced around, and everyone did not squint.
　　 "Yo! Xiao Rui is here."
　　 Dr. Jin stared at Xiao Rui in the last row and said.
Xiao Rui's mouth twitched. There was no way. He came to Baodi early a year ago and was absent from school as a prince. He asked for a big leave for three days and a small leave for two days. He even ran into Dr. Jin and eventually angered Emperor Xia and was A penalty was given.
　　 If I knew my situation earlier, how could I dare to float.
"Class!" Dr. Jin came to Jiangtai and said, "Last class, how did the old man prepare for the assignments? I wrote a poem on the topic of Spring. Copying or writing is not allowed! Good author, the old man has rewards. And the bullshit, huh, the old man's ruler is not merciful."
"Snapped!"
　　 The ruler knocked on the table and snapped.
　　 "Who will come first?" Dr. Jin scanned the crowd.
　　 The eighth prince Xiao Jing stood up and bowed and said, "Doctor, students come first."
　　 Dr. Jin smiled and said, "Okay!"
　　Xiao Jingnian said: "The willows are drizzling and the rain is clear, and the remaining flowers fall to see the wandering warriors. The spring breeze blows the dream of the country overnight, and then the spring breeze reaches the dream city."
 　　 "This poem is written by students when they see their mother and concubine miss their hometown." Xiao Jing laughed.
Dr. Jin nodded and commented: "In the whole poem, Chun plays a consistent role. It triggers homesickness, provokes hometown dreams, blows homeward dreams, and is omnipresent. It is well written, and it seems you are after class. I will give you top grades for the results of serious thinking."
　　 "Dr. Xie." Xiao Jing was overjoyed, scanning the classroom from the corner of his eyes.
　　 suddenly.
　　 He saw a middle-aged man standing outside the back door. He turned his head around in fright. Although he didn't see his face, his apricot-yellow casual clothes embroidered with dragons could not explain his identity?
　　 Emperor Xia is watching class!
　　 Xiao Jing was secretly pleased that when he wrote a poem, the emperor must be outside the door. This poem can not only show his literary talent, but also reflect his filial piety. I think the emperor must have a look at him.
　　 Dr. Jin naturally also saw Huang Huang's figure.
　　 He kept quiet, and asked, "Who is coming from here?"
The elder son of Prince Rui stood up and wrote a poem honestly. Fairly satisfactory, not outstanding. Dr. Jin gave an inferior product.
　　 Twenty-three people wrote poems one after another, and in the end only Xiao Rui and Xiao Yan were left.
　　 Dr. Jin knew well, and deliberately asked: "Who else hasn't read it?"
　　 Xiao Yan tilted his head slightly and asked Xiao Rui: "Seven brother, you go up first?"
　　 "Come on, my poem is so good, the finale." Xiao Rui rested his chin with his hand, feeling boring.
　　 Xiao Yan curled his lips, then got up and said, "Doctor, there is me."
　　 "Two sparrows are singing green willows, and a line of egrets fly in the sky. The mountains outside the window are covered with snow, and you can see a row of boats on the river."
　　 "Puff..." Xiao Rui couldn't help laughing, and quickly covered her mouth again.
　　 Xiao Yan glanced at him bitterly, is this poem funny?
Dr. Jin glared at Xiao Rui and said, "Although it is a limerick, you can see your intentions, because you have observed the environment around you. It is worthy of praise. Xiao Rui, you think it is funny. , Is there a top-quality masterpiece? If you can't make it, don't blame me and punish you!"
　　Dingdong...
　　 Xiao Rui suddenly thought of the prompt tone in his mind.
　　 When I close my eyes, a line of information code pops out.
　　 "New task: accept the challenge of Dr. Jin, complete the top-grade poems, and the descending value +5."
　　 Xiao Rui raised his eyebrows, he wanted to see if the advent value collection was full, what functions were there.
　　 stood up, Xiao Rui bowed: "Doctor, the student lacks literary talent, the top-grade verses, is it too difficult?"
"Difficult? Then you still make fun of others?" Dr. Jin shouted: "Well, if you can make top-grade verses, and if you ask for leave in the future, the old man will approve and never ask you. And if you can't make top-grade verses, or maybe If there is suspicion of copying or writing on behalf of others, I will punish you to copy "The University" five times! Copy it yourself, when you finish copying, and when you leave the collection hall."
　　 Yo, this old guy forced himself to show his hand, low-key and high-profile work, today I will show off.
　　 "Okay, the doctor is true to his words, and the students naturally agree." Xiao Rui said proudly: "Then ask the doctor to comment on my verse."
　　 "The spring is late, the flowers are luxuriant. Cang Geng is here, picking Qiqi!"
　　 "This is a four-character short poem. It is sent out with feelings. There are five-character quatrains below. Dr. Jin, please listen: You don't know the dawn in spring, you can hear the birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know about the flowers."
 　　 "I'm still in the seven-character quatrains, so it's better to read them together: The light rain on the street is as crisp as the grass, but the grass is not close to you. The most benefit of the spring is one year, and it is worse than the smoky willows."
　　 "Dr. Jin, are these poems in your eyes? Not enough, I still have words, and singing is fine."
　　 Xiao Rui is triumphant.

Xiao Rui was reborn as the seventh son of Emperor Daxia.

“I’m going to be a Happy Lord!” Xiao Rui.

“No, you don’t want to.” System.

“I don’t want to open missions, don’t fall in value.” Xiao Rui.

“Dear, you think.” System.

“Are you forcing me to be the emperor? I don’t want it, I don’t want it.” Xiao Rui.

“No, you want.” System.

——————

Therefore, Xiao Rui, under the pressure of the system, how to step by step and ascend to the throne under the crowd of tigers.

Oh, right. There are still several countries in the neighbourhood watching closely.

Little Yu's brows unwittingly knitted tightly into a frown. It was most likely someone's randomly written poem trying to use her to boost popularity.
Nevertheless, within a brief moment, the number of people tagging her grew, all pointing at the same poem.
'What poem is this? How did it get so much attention?'
Fueled by her curiosity, she finally decided to check it out.
[Crab is peeling my shell.
The notebook is writing on me.
The sky filled with me lands on the maple leaf and snowflakes.
Yet you're thinking of me.]
'Such a simple poem!'
That was Little Yu's initial impression. Additionally, the writing style came off peculiar. It was childish, and the sentences seemed to be in reverse. Under normal circumstances, it would not be appropriate.
However, weirdly enough, she felt that the poem carried a hidden meaning. Crab, notebook, maple leaf, snowflakes. They all described one emotion—sorrow.
With that sorrowful feeling in mind, she read the poem again. This time, as she read through the verses, the sorrowful feeling deepened. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed, and tears seemed to pour out from her heart, instantly flooding her eyes.
'Reverse!'
'It was in reverse!'
'This is a revolutionary poem!'
She wiped the tears at the corners of her eyes, and read it for the third and fourth time. The emotions grew stronger, and finally, she took a deep breath and started to voice out her views on Weibo.
[The beauty of language lies in its versatility. I firmly believe poetry to be the canvas for this beauty to be fully expressed. Language can use the simplest words to express the deepest of emotions! This poem is definitely well written. It is different from all other poems. It was written in reverse! It shook me to the core!]
She started by uploading that message onto Weibo. Like a rock that caused a thousand ripples, it instantly attracted the attention of all the viewers.
[It can't be. Even Little Yu is praising that poem?]
[FML. This is my first time seeing Little Yu giving such high praises to a poem. A new writing method? What does this mean?]
[I'll await for the explanation with you guys. Let's appreciate this together!]
[Could it be a circle jerk? Y Cosmetic is an online trend store after all.]
[It's too fake. Just a couple of words and it's getting such great assessment? I just can't see what's so good about it.]
…
Very quickly, the comments under Little Yu's post grew. More and more people started following the thread, all of them trying to figure out the meaning behind this poem.
Little Yu paid them no heed but instead continued to type out her insights.
[I believe everyone here have read the poem. Actually, from the beginning to the end, this poem is in reverse. That is to say, the author is writing about a world turned upside down. You can try to read the poem in reverse.]
'Reading in reverse?'
They once more shifted their focus on the poem.
[I'm peeling the shell of the crab.
I'm writing in a notebook.
The sky full of maple leaf and snowflakes landed on me,
Yet I'm missing you!]
Boom!
Just as they finished reading the last line, all their minds were blown. At that moment, they finally understood what the poem was about.
It was a poem about longing, trying to convey the message of 'I miss you'!
[I believe that everyone has given it a try. After reading it in reverse, those verses make sense now right? The author didn't only express his longing, but it also carried a deeper meaning: You'll only think of me if the world is upside down! This is a sad one-sided love.]
Little Yu's words once more stunned the crowd. In the next moment, they all felt a warmth within them that moved their hearts.
[You'll only think of me if the world is upside down. Hehe, what a sad tale…]
[Ahhh, reading this poem again made me cry. How shameful that I didn't understand it on my first try.]
[This poem is written in a really special way. However, I really can't relate to the sadness it portrays. It can't be that exaggerated right?]
[Previous post, you've never loved someone before right? When you experience a one-sided love, you'll truly understand this poem.]
[That's right. You'll only think of me if the world is upside down. Meanwhile, longing for you has become a part of my life, just like a normal notebook. Sob sob sob…]
[Genius! Only when you understand you'll realize how magnificent this poem is!]
…
In an instant, the poem's explanation spread like wildfire over the internet. On that special occasion, the poem naturally became the most welcomed poem on Singles' Day.
Nothing was more suitable for Singles' Day than a one-sided love.
Furthermore, along with the poem gaining traction, Y Cosmetics rose in popularity too. A lot of people expressed that it was too difficult to court the pretty boss lady of Y Cosmetics. Composing a poem that surpassed theirs? How was that even possible?!
That poem immediately turned into Y Cosmetics' symbol, gaining countless praises.
Ye Lingchen was instead sitting in the back. As he watched his popularity points went from 500 over thousand to 558,978, a faint smile appeared on his face as he remained hidden.
The next day, Ye Lingchen got out of bed early in the morning. After his morning exercise, he calmly waited for Xu Nan to pick him up.
Early in the morning, all the big media platforms were covering the news on autonomous vehicle technology. Aside from the entertainment news channel, some central news broadcasts had also brought up topics on autonomous vehicle technology. It was the arrival of a new era. The significance of this issue resulted in foreign media reporting on it as well.
It would appear that the whole world was focused on that day, a day the people of China took pride in.
At 9am sharp, Xu Nan's car parked outside the gates of Hill Spring Residences.
"Master!"
Seeing Ye Lingchen, Xu Nan immediately came forward to greet him with a smile.
Ye Lingchen returned a nod and got into the car.
The car drove on, and shortly arrived at the exhibit venue.
Looking around, the area was filled with cars. Countless people were coming and going with excitement displayed on their faces as they conversed.
Ye Lingchen saw quite a number of foreigners, ranging from fair to dark skin tones. All of them had an excited smile on their faces.
"Student Ye Lingchen, you're here." Xu Wanqing appeared before Ye Lingchen.
"Teacher Xu."
"I'm sorry about the previous incident. We didn't manage to safeguard your note and had to trouble you again," Xu Wanqing apologized.
Ye Lingchen returned a smile without words.
It would be a lie to say that he was not angry. As he grew steadily, he slowly developed the ego as a prodigy. At first, he did not plan to take further actions, but with Xu Nan as his disciple and Xu Wanqing as a teacher he was close to, it was difficult for him to say no when requested by both of them. Furthermore, autonomous vehicle technology was an important matter. One could even say it directly impacted the technological standing and advancement of China. For those reasons, Ye Lingchen would still try his best to contribute.
"Master, please calm down. You can point out the flaws later and give her a good round of face slapping! Let Abbess Miejue admit her mistakes. I guarantee that she'll offer her sincerest apology!" Xu Nan said coquettishly while tugging at Ye Lingchen's arm...


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...

Noah attacked and the dog attacked too, the dog dodged the fire sword and Noah dodged the fierce attack of the dog. In an instant the changed places with each other. They looked each other and then the dog attacked at first, but this time on his halfway to Noah suddenly made a hole on the ground of the tunnel and disappeared rapidly.
Noah did not expect this maneuver from the dog. He directly become more alert and knew that the dog could appear from everywhere.
And as expected a hole appeared directly under Noahs feet and the head of the dog appeared. Noah saw this and was surprised, but the surprise did not last long, then he reacts in time and stabbed with the sword in the hole.
Noah was lucky and could hurt the eye of the dog. The sword could even have hurt the brain. But even the eye if the dog was harder than to stab as metal, then an 1st rank silver star beast was very strong, and his body was metal like.
The dog instantly felt pain and he became mad, it was like the berserk mode of Noah, only that the one of a beast was worser. When a beast enters the berserk mode, he would lose his mind and he would not think anymore, and he would only try to kill the whole time.
In a try to dodge the attacks of a mad beast Noah began to run and tried to find a good moment to kill the beast, but unfortunately the tunnel was the same all the way and he could not find a place to kill the beast.
But suddenly he thought about something and he directly casted earth bullets. It was a tactic he used before and he could use it again today. He already hurt the beast in its eyes, and it was very weak. It was also the only weak point of the beast right now.
So, with the earth bullets he began to shoot them to the right eye of the dog and the dog stopped right after the first shoot. But Noah did not stop, and he continued shooting and after the tenth shoot the dog was suffering from pain but there were not signal of debilitation to see.
Noah used the chance and again with the fire sword he stabbed to his eyes, the beast saw the sword and tried to dodge, but he was too slow to do anything. The sword went all the way through his brain and the beast died instantly. It was like he turned the lights off. The beast died instantly.
Noah was exhausted and he sat next to the corpse and looked at it.
"Wow, I fought ten of 3rd rank bronze stars at the same time, but they were not as hard to kill as you. I have to say, I did not expect that a class change from bronze to silver would make such a big difference." Noah was talking to the corpse, but he was still alright and a bit exhausted.
Then he looked again at the system window to see how much experience he got from a 1st rank silver star beast, then he never killed one before and he was curious to see how much EXO he got from it.
 
Name: Noah
Age: 16
Exp:264.000
Magician: 3rd Star (0/150000)
Knight: 3rd Star (0/180000)
Wealth: 2340 G.S.
 
"20.000 EXP? Not bad, but it is a little for me." Noah was not as satisfied with the EXP, then the effort to kill such a beast was much higher and to only get the double was not satisfactory.
But there was not a hotline to satisfy the customers from the system, he could only accept it silently and move further. Maybe he would have more luck the next time.
Noah was happy and continued to run and soon he reached a wall again after running for one week. This time it was a puzzle again and it was a bit more difficult, then he had to compose a poem with the parts of the puzzle. The problem was that the verses in the poem could form endless varieties of poems and he was not sure which one was the correct.
So, Noah searched around for a reference, but nothing was too seen. There were only the a few sword pictures too see. Noah looked at them and then he saw the verses and then he found his first reference.
The poem had to be about swords, so Noah quickly reunited the verses together to make a poem about swords and with luck he could open the wall.
And yes, he was right, and the wall was converted to dust and he could go through quickly. But what he did not understand was that there was an endless possibility of poems about swords, but his was the correct. Maybe there were more than one answer and the creature of the tunnel already knew them all and register them as correct answers.
Noah only knew one thing, since the second part of the tunnel, the founder emperor had nothing more to do with its creations. This was too good and precise for this time and was impossible for his to build something like this.
Right after he crossed the door, he found again few beasts, but there were only 3rd rank bronze star beasts and Noah finished them very fast. The beasts could not do anything against Noah and had to die in his hands. The poor beasts were not even taken serious before their death.

This is the story of a young man, who travels accidentally 3000 years back in the past. Because he is the first man ever to travel in time, God gave him a system to help him become stronger.
Once in the past, our main character will begin his journey in this unknown but known world.
Through his journey he will know a lot of new people and live a lot of adventures.
Was it really an accident or was it destiny to travel back in time? This is the question that will accompany our main character in this journey.

Autor: Hello everyone, I am Neonime_Tam. This is my second novel and I want to share it with you. I hope you can like it and if you want to, then give me a review. Thank you.
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A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants.
Thanks to one small act of kindness,
by providence she comes across a grateful friend;
Fortunate that her mother,
has done an unperceived good deed….

Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor…
Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road?

Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom.
Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost,
a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning.
Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.

"Lord Gu Masters, please come in!" The waiter bent his back as he invited Hua Song and An Chong into the shop.
"This is a famous teahouse of the capital city, it is very crowded, I have come here many times in the past." Hua Song transmitted as he explained to An Chong.
The two had disguised as Gu Masters as they came to the capital city of Profound Literature grotto-heaven.
An Chong was more willing to observe the capital city from above the clouds. But since Hua Song had such interests, he could only accompany the person who invited him.
"I want a table on the fifth floor." Hua Song was very familiar with this place.
The two came to the fifth floor, they entered the room and saw through the windows that the streets were bustling with people outside, the street with the bronze gate where the first round of the competition was held was completely packed with people.
"These are the current generation scholars of my Profound Literature grotto-heaven, they are the hope of our future as well. Please observe." Hua Song sighed as he handed a rank five investigative Gu worm to An Chong, it could observe the target's talent qi.
An Chong took a look and used it immediately, his field of vision changing immediately. He could now see the talent qi above the heads of countless scholars. These talent qi had all sorts of colors, some were taller than others, they all had different forms, it was an eye-opener.
"Since you have such a Gu worm to observe talent qi, what is the point of holding this competition?" An Chong asked.
Hua Song chuckled: "You might not know, talent qi is like cultivation level, even if one possesses a larger talent qi, they might not be able to use it properly in actual competition. Furthermore, this competition requires them to make poems on the spot, they cannot cheat. We want to test the upbringing of these scholars, some who have abundant talent qi might not have sufficient inspiration to create the highest quality poems."
An Chong nodded: "I see that the formations here are interlinked, they are able to amplify the creative thinking of the scholars?"
Hua Song nodded: "Indeed, you are very perceptive! Within the immortal formation, scholars are able to display greater abilities than usual, they will make full use of their talents."
As they spoke, the door was knocked.
After getting Hua Song's permission, the waiter brought over an array of dishes and wine.
"Eight treasure duck, golden thread crispy sparrow, panda crab meat, they are all signature dishes of our teahouse, please enjoy the food." The waiter said.
Hua Song gave the waiter one primeval stone as a tip before he left the room.
Hua Song explained to An Chong: "Envoy, even though the tea here is mortal tea, it was created by Lord Hua Yu in his youth, when he was still a rank four Gu Master, he became the top scholar and thus this tea was named by him as the top scholar tea."
"Oh?" An Chong became interested now, this was the creation of a rank eight Gu Immortal in his youth.
"Then I will have to savor this well." An Chong drank it, he shut his eyes as he tasted the tea, in a daze, he felt a rush of excitement in his heart, it was as if he had attained success after decades of hard work, he finally gained the reputation and fame that he deserved, life was at its peak!
"Good tea, good tea." An Chong praised sincerely: "Even though this is a mortal tea, it has a trace of human path ingenuity within it!"
During the fate war, Central Continent's Heavenly Court used multiple human path killer moves with shocking power, the entire world knew about it. Thus, human path became renowned in the world, everyone knew about it.
While the two immortals were enjoying their tea, the bronze gate of the first competition ground opened slowly.
The crowd of people waiting before the gate erupted into a huge commotion.
"It's opening, it's opening!"
"Don't squeeze."
"Quickly let me in."
The crowds charged through the gate.
Li Xiao Bai was among them, but he was at the back instead.
He moved along with the people as he analyzed the rules of this competition.
"The world poetry competition has eighteen rounds, each one has a question, everyone has to answer it, regardless of how many people, their final product will be assessed and only half will be able to pass."
"Towards the later rounds, the numbers will continue being halved. Like this, once someone passes all eighteen rounds, they will fulfill the condition."
"If someone fails once, they will have to return to the previous round. If they keep losing and fall out of the first round, they will be out."
"However, this poetry competition will last for seven days. Everyone has three opportunities to try even if they get kicked out of the first round."
"This way, Profound Literature grotto-heaven will be able to pick the most eligible Gu Immortal seeds. Even if someone makes a mistake, they will have a chance to try again. But if any scholar fails to perform throughout the seven days, it will mean that they are not up to standard, they are not qualified to receive the grotto-heaven's help to become an immortal."
Li Xiao Bai retracted his thoughts, he had already arrived at the first arena.
The arena was large but packed with scholars.
There were males and females, young and old, the number of people exceeded the thousands.
This was just the first day.
Li Xiao Bai waited for another fifteen minutes in the arena before all of the scholars had joined the first round.
There was truly a sea of people, the liveliness was overwhelming.
Thankfully, the first arena was an immortal formation space, it could expand casually and hold so many scholars without problems.
Bang… bang… bang!
As the drums rolled, a voice was transmitted into the scholars' minds: "World poetry competition, first question — Spring, the time limit is five minutes."
After saying that, the voice vanished.
"The first question is spring?"
Many scholars frowned while many scholars showed happy expressions.
Li Xiao Bai thought to himself: "There are simply too many spring poems in existence, this question seems really easy. After all, most scholars would have some sort of verses related to this theme. Even though the world poetry competition requires the creation of poems on the spot, a person can easily modify existing verses to create their own new poems."
"But in reality, this question is quite the tough one." Li Xiao Bai had an expression of deep thought.
He knew that his poem was going to compete against the surrounding people. As long as he was stronger than half of them, he would progress to the next stage.
Many scholars noticed this as well.
Many people started to think, some sat down on the ground while others paced around with their arms behind their backs, some lowered their heads, muttering softly to themselves.
Li Xiao Bai's thought was: "Which poem do I use, or steal?"
There were many spring related poems in his memory, they were all amazing classics.
But using a legendary classic from the start was not good, this would not allow Li Xiao Bai to explain himself in the future. He did not have top tier talent qi, if he took out a shocking poem now, he would attract suspicion.
If his luck was good now, Li Xiao Bai might take slight risks. But now that he was having bad luck, Li Xiao Bai decided to play safe.
While Li Xiao Bai was thinking about it, many scholars already started to make their poems.
Thus, all kinds of lights shining in all colors, weak or strong, appeared. Whenever the light fades from a scholar's body, they would have some gains.
Some gained Gu worms, some gained a rise in cultivation level, some recovered primeval essence, while others recovered from fatigue.
This was the killer move known as assisting literary talents.
Profound Literature grotto-heaven's creator, its original owner, had used this move before his death. Because of assisting literary talents, more and more scholars were encouraged to study, it eventually created the environment of Profound Literature grotto-heaven where most people were scholars.
Li Xiao Bai decided on his poem.
He coughed lightly before starting his recital.
"A moonlit night[1]."
"Deep into the night the moon shines on half a cottage, across the sky the Big Dipper lies, the Little Dipper tilts an incline."
"The warmth of spring is readily felt tonight, through the green window screen, insects buzz and hum."
After Li Xiao Bai finished his recital, a light buzzing noise could be heard around him, his entire body shined in an intense green light.
Whoosh.
The scholars around Li Xiao Bai felt an invisible pressure as the green light forced them to move aside, a huge empty space was created with Li Xiao Bai at the center.
"Such, such a strong light!"
"A famed poem has appeared!"
"To think that a famed poem would appear so quickly. I wonder who created it?"
Many scholars lost their train of thought, they all looked towards Li Xiao Bai with admiration and suspicion.
Li Xiao Bai had a calm expression but he was a little conflicted inside: "Sigh, I went overboard a little, the effect was so eye-catching, I gained too much attention."
He looked around, hoping someone would step up and take the attention away from him.
As the green light entered his aperture, his cultivation level rose.
"Oh! A famed poem has appeared, let me go read it." At the teahouse, Hua Song had a sensation.
After reading Li Xiao Bai's work, Hua Song nodded in satisfaction: "Brilliant, brilliant! This Li Xiao Bai is very young but his poems are very mature."
"Normally, spring poems would use verses involving greenery or peach blossoms. But this poem uses another train of thought, using the night scene to conceal the spring light, it is quite interesting."
"The final verse must be created using Li Xiao Bai's personal experiences. It has a refreshing, happy, and lively feeling."
"Poems take after the creator, this Li Xiao Bai has a superb mindset!"
Hua Song praised it for a while, as if he had just eaten a delicacy of the world. He looked at An Chong as he smiled: "I wonder what envoy thinks of this poem?"
An Chong felt a headache as he thought: "If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't know what's so good about this poem. Sigh, he wants me to critique it, what should I say?"
[1] Poem by Liu Fangping.


With his Three Fundamental Views* unrighteous, the demon is reborn.
An old dream in the ancient days, a new author with an identical name.
An old story about a time traveler who was constantly being reborn.
An eccentric world that grows, cultivates, and uses Gu. 
The Spring Autumn Cicada, Moonlight Gu, Liquor worm, Comprehensive Golden Light Worm, Fine Black Hair Gu, Hope Gu. . . . . .
And a peerless great demon that freely acts to his heart’s content.
Translator's Synopsis: 
A story of a villain, Fang Yuan who was reborn 500 years into the past with the Spring Autumn Cicada he painstakingly refined. With his profound wisdom, battle and life experiences, he seeks to overcome his foes with skill and wit! Ruthless and amoral, he has no need to hold back as he pursues his ultimate goals. In a world of cruelty where one cultivates using Gu - magical creatures of the world - Fang Yuan must rise up above all with his own power.
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Gu is a legendary venomous insect, often used in black magic practices. It can take on the form of several insects, usually snakes, crickets, worms etc.
* = one's world view, values of worth and philosophy on life 


31. I may be the most frozen frozen in front of you. I can be the quietest when with you. But not in the verses of poetry. This is why I love writing so much. Because there, I am free to fall in love and go crazy in wishes and dreams. (Poem 1223, April 25 2017)
32. And without you knowing it, the good prayers that I crammed into the sky, have been transformed into everything in your life so far. Become someone you loved, transformed into a close friend who is always there when you are quiet, or becomes a convenience when difficulties come your way. (The 1274th poem, 27 April 2017)
33. I could describe the beauty of your face through writing on paper. But I just want to love you in another way, in a way that you've never had before. I want to describe all your beauty through sentences and strings of prose words, where humans who read it will understand, how beautiful you are in every breath I breath. (Poem 1244, April 26, 2017)
34. This is why I'm so crazy about writing. I just don't want every second that I spend with you, to pass without being able to record a single moment (April 2017)
35. Like a sun that never gets tired of greeting the earth with its gold, like myself who never forgets to greet you (1281th Poem, 29 April 2017)
36. The sparkle in your eyes is one of the reasons why I fell in love with you. I see, there is heaven there. (Poem 1225, April 25 2017)
37. You are not the only one looking for answers, because until the second you read this, I am also still asking questions. Is all this really longing, or is it just addiction. (The 984th poem, 19 March 2017)
38. Because you are too rich to beget praise. So don't blame me, if I can always find you in every definition of beauty. (Poem 1266, 27 April 2017)
39. Like a term. I surround you with prayer, where longing is at the center. (999th poem, 19 March 2017)
40. It's not just longing that dissolves when I stare at your smile. But there is also a sinking feeling, when I bury myself together in silence. (The 1192th poem, 23 April 2017)

My poems were the first I wrote. Track record of how I became a writer. About love, sincerity, ignorance of what people say; the most important thing is my world is calm. Starting from the meeting stage, loving secretly, until the stage of letting go, now (me and my feelings) are immortal in poetry. || Temporary hiatus, currently composing poetry into a story.

Chapter Seven

Dumating ang Friday. Nakaready na ang dalawang poem ko, kasi noong Monday palang na sinabi 'yon ni Sir ay gumawa na ako pagkauwi ko ng bahay. Nagkakagulo naman ngayon ang mga kaklase ko na nakalimutan ang activity namin na 'yon. 

"Wala si Ma'am Mica! Gawa nalang tayo ng poem." Kung hindi pa sinabi 'yon ni Catarina, baka hindi pa nila naalala na may ipapasa kami kay Sir Terrence na dalawang poem. 

Tahimik nalang akong naupo at nagbasa ng libro. Yes, palagi akong may dalang libro sa eskwelahan. Dahil nga sa bawal ang cellphone dito, kailangan ko ng pampalipas oras kapag wala akong magawa.

Maya-maya ay lumapit sa akin sina Zach at Chad. Ngiti palang nila sa akin ay mukhang may masama na akong kutob sa pakay nila sa akin. 

"Ashley, patulong naman," sabi ni Chad sabay ngiti sa akin. 

"Oo nga, Ashley. Ang cute mo naman ngayon eh," sabi naman ni Zach sa akin. Nginiwian ko sila at saka ko ibinaba ang librong binabasa ko. 

"Lagi nalang kayong nagpapatulong sa akin. Dapat akin nalang din 'yung grades niyo eh," reklamo ko sa kanila. Hindi naman nila ako pinansin at naupo sila sa harapan ko. 

Kinulit pa nila ako nang kinulit, hanggang sa pumayag nalang ako. Ito ang nakakainis kapag matalino ka eh. Sa'yo sila lalapit kapag nahihirapan na sila. Pero ikaw nahihirapan din naman. 

"Pabasa nga nung iyo," sabi ni Zach. Wala pa man din siyang permiso ko, ngunit kinuha na niya kaagad ang papel ko. 

From the beginning our worlds are apart

And I'm not the one who captured your heart

I love you though we can't be together

But here's my heart asking, does it matter?

"Lalim naman ng hugot nito," sabi niya matapos bigkasin ang ilang mga linya doon. "Para ba kanino 'to?"

Hindi ako sumagot. Nakafocus kasi ako sa pag-iisip ng rhyme para sa lecheng poem nila. Tapos dadaldalin ako? Bwisit talaga. 

"Para sakin ba?" tanong niya. Hindi na ako nakatiis at hinarap siya. 

"Tumahimik ka nga muna. Tsaka hindi para sa'yo 'yan ano."

"Chill ka lang. Galit agad eh," sabi ni Chad sa akin sabay tapik pa sa balikat ko. 

Hindi nalang ako umimik. Mabuti nga rin at hindi na ulit nila ako kinausap hanggang sa matapos ko ang poem nila.

"Oh, ito na. Basahin niyo 'yan ah," sabi ko sabay abot sa kanila ng tig-dalawang papel.

"Bakit? Message mo ba 'to para sakin?" tanong ni Zach. 

"GGSS ka talaga ano?" sabi ko sa kanya. 

"Ano 'yun? Gwapong-Gwapo, Super Super?" Tumawa pa siya nang napakalakas. 

"Ewan ko sa inyo." Napakamot nalang ako sa ulo. Suko na ako sa kalokohan ng dalawang 'to. 

"Basta basahin niyo 'yan. Para naman kunwari kayo ang gumawa," sabi ko sa kanila. 

"Sige. Thank you, pisnge," sabi ni Chad sabay tayo. Sumabay na rin si Zach. Tignan mo 'yon. Di man lang nathank you. 

Nang dumating si Sir Terrence, ipinapasa na niya kaagad ang assignment namin na poem.

Walang imik na inilapag ko sa table niya ang papel ko, pagkatapos ay mabilis din akong umalis. Kasunod ko si Courtney, na sabi pa kay Sir ay pangit daw ang gawa niya kaya nakakahiya. Kasunod naman niya si Julianna. 

"Sir, basahin niyo pong mabuti 'yan ah. Kasi para po talaga 'yan sa'yo," sabi niya kay Sir. Hanga na talaga ako kay Julianna. Ang lakas ng loob niyang iparating ang feelings niya kay Sir. Samantalang ako, heto, tahimik lang sa isang gilid. Nagpapanggap na hindi affected. 

"Okay, let's start our new lesson." Tumayo na si Sir sa upuan niya at binuklat ang aklat niya. Napatingin siya sa gawi namin kaya napayuko nalang ulit ako. 

"Ashley."

Halos mapatayo ako sa gulat dahil sa biglang paglakas ng boses ni Sir Terrence nang tawagin niya ako.

Naglakad siya papunta sa akin. 

"Based on your book, what is prose?" 

Napatayo ako at kinuha ang libro ko. 

"Prose comes from the Latin word prorsus which means 'straightforward' or 'direct'. Thus, it uses a straightforward form of language. It exhibits the natural flow of grammar and every day speech as compared to the structure of poem." Nalaglag ang ilang hibla ng buhok ko kaya't inipit ko iyong muli sa likod ng tenga ko.

"It does not use verses; instead, its ideas are contained in sentences which are arranged into paragraphs. Prose strictly follows language conventions such as capitalization, punctuation and spelling."

"Based on what you've read, what is prose?" tanong pa ni Sir.

"Ayan wala na," biro ni Chesca kaya bahagyang napangiti ako. 

"Prose, compared to poem, uses sentences to tell a story and it is composed of paragraphs instead of verses," sagot ko. Tumango naman siya at ngumiti kaya umupo na ako. 

"Pretty, kindly differentiate poem and prose" 

Hindi ko na kailangan tumingin para malaman kung sino ang tinawag niya. Of course it was Julianna. Nag-ingay ang buong klase dahil sa tagpong iyon. Lahat sila ay nagchi-cheer para kay Julianna. 

"Sir, ahm..." Napakamot ng ulo si Julianna habang sinusubukang mag-isip. Too bad. She's pretty, but her grades aren't pretty at all.

Wait. Nagiging harsh na yata ako. 

"Sir, ang hirap naman po." Reklamo pa niya.

"C'mon. Madali lang 'yan," sabi naman ni Sir. "Nandon na nga halos sa sinabi ni Ashley kanina eh."

Nakita ko si Athena na bumubulong kay Julianna. Swerte niya, parang goddess of wisdom talaga ang best friend niyang 'yon. 

"Yung poem po by line, tapos 'yung prose po by paragraph," sagot ni Julianna na obviously ay galing kay Athena. 

"Good." Sabi ni Sir at muling bumalik sa gitna. "Last week our topic was poem. Today we will tackle about prose."

- - -

Ashley: Di nako natutuwa sa crush ko

Sehun: Hahaha bkt? 

Ashley: Wala :(

Sehun: Wla k dyan

Sehun: Bkt nga kc

Ashley: Aba kinukulit mo ko ha?

Ashley: Basta ayoko ikwento :(((

Sehun: Cge po

Sehun: Cno nga po pla ung sv ni Aki n tcher n pumoporma sau? 

Ashley: HA? 

Ashley: LANGYA ANO????

Ashley: GAGI WALA

Sehun: Sv po nya e

Ashley: Gagi talaga yun! Wala

Ashley: Ganda ko naman para pormahan ng teacher hahaha

Sehun: Eh bkt po cnbi ni Aki un? 

Ashley: May crush kasi akong teacher

Sehun:Cya ung cnasv mo knina? 

Ashley: Oo 

Sehun: Bkt crush mo teacher mo? 

Ashley: Eh bakit ba! Sya nagustuhan ko eh

Sehun: Bkt mo cya nagustuhan? 

Ashley: Di ko din alam e

Ashley: Dapat nga hindi na e

Sehun: Bkt nmn po? 

Ashley: Duh! Coz it's mali kaya

Ashley: Bye na. Maaga pako bukas. 

- - -

I hate every first Friday of the month. Naka-all white na gala kasi kami tuwing ganoon dahil may mass kami. Ang hirap kumilos kapag puting-puti ang suot mo. Kaunting galaw mo lang, marurumihan na. 

Ang hassle pa roon, kailangan pa naming magpalit ng T-shirt na pangclub dahil Friday nga. Sobrang hassle talaga para saming mga babae. Madalas pa naman maputik ang CR kapag maulan. 

Mukha namang mas naiinis doon si Karla. Reklamo na siya nang reklamo tungkol sa Music Club. Ilang oras nalang kasi, ipapatawag na sila ni Sir Terrence para mag-ayos at sila ang kakanta sa misa. 

"Hindi ko talaga magets bakit kailangan pa kaming pilitin ni Sir na magstay doon," inis na sabi niya. 

"Kung maganda lang boses ko, hindi na niya ko kailangang pilitin. Kahit ayaw niya, magiistay pa rin ako," sabi ko naman sabay tawa. 

"Yon nga lang sa sobrang ganda ng boses mo, dapat itago," sabi naman ni Chesca sa akin. Bago pa man din ako makasagot ay pumasok na si Sir Mark sa classroom namin. 

"Nine daw dadating 'yung pari," sabi ni Sir nang matapos kaming magdasal. 

"Yes, walang Science!" nagdiwang ang iba dahil doon. Mukhang hindi matutuloy ang sana ay activity namin ngayon.

"May ididiscuss lang akong kaunti," sabi pa ni Sir Mark. "So sa August 31, diba magsecelebrate tayo ng Buwan ng Wika? So bawat section kasi dapat sumali sa Sabayang Pagbigkas."

Nagsimula nang mag-ingay ang klase. Mukhang ayaw nilang sumali sa contest na 'yon, pero mukhang kailangan. Tapos meron pang cooking. 

"Hindi pwedeng hindi tayo sasali. Mapapagalitan ako ng mga nakakataas," sabi ni sir Mark. "Ibibigay ko kay Wendy 'yung piece, paxerox niyo nalang."

Pagkatapos idiscuss ni Sir Mark ang mga details tungkol sa magaganap na selebrasyon ng Buwan ng Wika sa katapusan, nagpaalam na rin siya sa amin. Hindi naman na pumasok pa ang teacher namin sa Science. Naghintay nalang kami na magbell para sa mass. 

"Karla! Karla! Hinahanap ka ni Clyde!" kinikilig na sabi ni Chesca. 

"Gago mo?" 

Si Clyde yung palaging kasama ni Sir Terrence. Close na close silang dalawa. Mas matanda siya ng isang taon samin. 

"Oo nga! Pinapatawg ka kasi ni Sir Terrence." Napangisi si Chesca. 

"Hay naku. Kaya naman pala eh." Napailing si Karla at saka tumayo sa upuan niya. Pagbukas niya ng pinto ay nandoon nga si Clyde. Kunwari wala lang sa kanya, pero deep inside kinikilig 'yan!


Nang dumating ang pari ay nagbell na nga. Nagsibabaan na rin kami at humanap ng mapupwestuhan sa misa. Nang matapos naman ang misa ay nagrecess na kami. Dapat ay subject ni Sir Terrence 'yon, pero naabutan na kasi ng misa ang dapat ay recess namin kaya ngayon nalang. 

"Daming nagmamano kay Sir oh! Tara mano tayo," pagyaya ni Chesca. 

"What the? Wag na!" Tumutol naman agad ako. 

"Ano ka ba? Chance mo na 'to! Tara na!"

Wala na akong nagawa nang hilahin nila ako. Ibang klase talaga 'tong si Chesca, pagmamanuhin ba naman ako sa crush ko? Sa totoo lang, ayokong nagmamano sa mga teachers namin. Hindi naman kasi sila super tanda. Mga nasa 20s lang sila.

Pero dahil dito sa bruhang si Chesca, nagawa kong magmano sa crush ko. Edi ako na. Ako na ang nahawakan ang kamay ni crush, tapos dinampi sa noo ko.

Paalis na kami nang may lumapit na babae kay Sir. Mukhang grade ten.

"Sir, payakap nalang po! Masyado pa po kayong bata para sa mano eh," sabi nung babae. Ang uneasy ng ngiti ni Sir pero niyakap pa rin siya nung babae. 

At di ko alam kung naduduling lang ba ako o talagang napatingin sa akin si Sir? 

To be continued...

Note: got the meaning of prose from my English book when I'm in grade 9 :>

Ashley is a student who fell in love with her teacher. Join her high school journey as her love story starts to unfold.

(This is also available in wattpad. Same title and same author's username)

PS. gonna rewrite this in English when I already have time. Please comment if you would want it in English.  I will hurry up.

"Defi, are you well?"
Vesia's concerned tones broke Defi of a mildly panicking spiral. He realized she'd been talking while he sat there silent, clutching Turq in his arms like a lifeline, his mind rushing through numerous plans.
Needless to say, many of the plans, including the one that said drop everything and take a ship across the ocean, were discarded as soon as they formed.
He took a deep breath. 
He did not need to do anything at all. 
Ymirin was only being diligent. It was logical to survey an unknown city at least once personally, in case it became a battleground.
His hand went to where the Tesorium badge was tucked into his belt. 
There was no one other than Garun who would connect the name Defi to Desislaf Rimet, he reminded himself. 
The lord of Rimet could have heard mother call him that, but the man's indifference generally caused him to forget trivial things unrelated to the governance of the land. His siblings would not know the nickname, they were not that known to each other.
Defi af Gargehom of Sottolac was the official name and residence on the documents. 
He didn't even know he could use the name of the Garge homestead like that. Vesia said his recommendation letters were from Tennar and Mayor Sforza, as well as Marmocha and Sarel. 
The mayor's letter most likely was the cause of such a name.
It was so far from Desislaf Rimet, the name of Defi af Gargehom. It was a commoner name, the name of a farmer who owned his own land. 
Defi's heart lightened a little.
"I…yes, just thinking of the poem. You seem to have memorized it well?"
"Of course! It was different from the compositions we studied in school, but it was hm…like a fresh breeze on a stuffy day, you know?"
Well, thinking about the poem was better than thinking about running away. "Calvus and Tarven il Marellan. They were controversial figures?"
They had left the towering sculptures behind in the center of the ring road, but the proud bearing and stern look on the faces of the statues were still clear to Defi's mind. There was a hint of a smile on their lips, a hint of a scowl on their brows, like the sculptor did not know what emotion to express on their features and at the end tried for expressionless.
So many centuries after their death, the sculptor could only rely on what the masses said of them. The lens of history was cruel, and in the end even the victors of old may be ridiculed.
Ymirin was meticulous, even at her age. She heard the story, distilled the elements of past, older past, and present, then leisurely made up a poem on the spot?
Defi agreed with Marmocha. That child was a very scary child.
He knew it was her work because it diverged from the traditional poetry of Ontrea, even the popular poems that only loosely followed traditional forms. It was clearly made for Ascharonian consumption; the sentiment and arrangement was Ontrean but the words were organized in verses appealing to the average Ascharonian, like a song.
Even Defi, who had studied the language for months and was now using it casually, was not fluent enough in how the Ascharonian language flowed to spout poetry no matter how free the verses.
"It is a good poem," Defi said at last, after listening to Vesia gush about the criticisms of the work in some literary circulatory.
In the end, the hero of that bit of history and also of the poem written so long after it was that long ago first mayor, who kept his life and position by adding just the right amount of pressures in the right places. Defi felt some appreciation as well; he didn't think many people in a nation whose primary concern was food would use art like an Ontrean politician. 
Vesia beamed at him. Then her attention was caught by one of the buildings outside. "Oh, did you know, the brothers were also responsible for the growth of the guilds in Ecthys. That bakery has been around for several hundred years. Ah, at this time, their small breads have run out already."
She sighed in disappointment. "Their stuffed buns always sell so quickly. I don't have time to go there in the morning and by mid-day all the good ones are gone."
Defi leaned back in his seat, his unease at finding Ymirin had been in this city slowly leaching away at Vesia's chatter. He shifted the scarf higher on his face, and smiled at the older woman from behind it.
"It sounds delicious. Do you think I'd be able to get a few for tomorrow's morning meal?" Near the Bluzand building was the Sunsparrow Inn, which Tennar said the company used if their affiliated suppliers and merchants were too much in a hurry to find accommodation of their own.
Defi was informed that he had a room there.
"Oh, I'm a senior clerk now," Vesia's eyes widened. Then she smiled brightly at Defi. "If it's for a client, I can send one of the runners to buy the breads."
Defi of course got the full blast of her hopeful eyes. 
"Excellent," he said dryly, going with the flow. "Will you eat with me in the morning, and tell me how Bluzand works?"
Vesia shone with happiness. "Of course!"
Seeing her enthusiasm, Defi now really wanted to taste the bakery's bread. Ascharonian food rarely disappointed him since he crossed the Gate, so he was secure in anticipating tomorrow morning.
He really did want to know how a merchant company worked. In Ontrea, his studies were focused on greater economics and not merchantry. Now that he was an affiliate of a trade business, he should at least learn the basics.
If the lord could see a son of his learning merchantry openly, even going so far as to register as a merchant, what would he think? 
Defi smiled.
The lord would disown him again. Disown him more than once if possible, heh. Probably hunt him down and erase all evidence that Desislaf Rimet had ever existed, strike him from the annals of the bloodline.
The lord was a diligent person as well.
His smile faded a little. What would Ymirin think of him now, this disowned brother? Her poem was somewhat more sentimental than he thought from a disciple of his father.
Was Ymirin adapting to this world as well?
No, it was probably because she was young still. She was only halfway to thirteen years in age. Of course the ideals of the Teachings would resound stronger in her mind.
She was raised to the philosophies of the Red River more closely than he. She would understand, but still disdain his break from tradition and the perceived dignity of an Ontrean noble.
He felt a soft ache in his heart. They were not close, but she was still his younger sister. The thought of her seeing him in contempt was painful.
Of the lord's children, the two of them were the ones most talked about negatively for things they could not change. Him for having a slave for a mother, her for her lack of talent in the Current. 
He shook his head. 
He had chosen his path. To regret now was useless. Besides, this affair did not only impact him. Coming here, Ymirin's standing in Ontrea was also affected. 
Ymirin had advantages over him. She was the daughter of the lord's first wife and Defi had always suspected that her mind was the sharpest and deepest of all his siblings. She would survive in the courts where he did not.
The Current was not everything after all. Ymirin's backing was not insignificant. It was entirely possible that one of his siblings or one of the enemies of her mother's family had her sent here to disadvantage her.
Defi sighed. Court politics, he had not missed it.
Even then, possibly her crossing the Gate to Ascharon would be good for her.
But that had little to do with him at the moment. 
How Ymirin saw this world was entirely up to her.
As for Defi, he was a farmer and would prefer not to have any great acquaintance with any royals, rumoured or real, thank you very much. 
He bent his focus to Vesia introducing the market streets that the carriage passed through.
"It's usually more lively than this." Vesia waved at one of the street-cart merchants, who gave her a wide gap-toothed grin and jogged to the slowly-moving carriage to hand over two cups of some kind of fruit juice.
"Miss, mestre, the best and freshest volonut juice in the city!"
Vesia laughed as she accepted the cups. "You all say that."
The child, barely ten years in age, grinned wider. "I'm the one not lying!"
"Oh? How do I know that, I wonder?" Vesia handed over one of the cups to Defi, bantering with the boy as he trotted beside the carriage.
It was milky and slightly earthy, melding well with a light fruity sweet and sour aroma. The fresh and complex taste slid down Defi's throat, washing his cares away.
"It's good. Thank you."
Both beamed at him.
"Luck to you!" called the very young street-merchant as he carried away the empty cups that had several small coins rattling in them.
"You as well," Vesia called back. 
Defi watched the boy dodge pedestrian and carriage alike to return to the cart manned by a slightly older girl. In the market streets, there were more pedestrians than conveyances. The plodding of the one-horse carriage was barely faster than the walking people.
There were many people in the markets. To Defi, it was a place that was loud and noisy enough. How could it be livelier? Vesia's words made Defi look closer. There was indeed a subtle despondence in the air, making the smiles and laughs of the people, the loud cheerfulness of the cart-hawkers, look slightly forced.
"The latest notizie says that the war in Jebrimea was in the final stages, and the emperor is drafting one person from every family within the age of sixteen to forty into the army for the last push. It's going to be done over the next three years." 
Vesia sighed, a faint line of worry forming between her brows. 
"My brother is already getting his employment terminated to enlist. He's very excited. There hasn't been a draft since General Sorad died taking the Blacktree Hills fifteen years ago."
Notizie were public announcements distributed in the form of folio papers, smaller versions of the circularies that disseminated news stories and information to the public.
"A prepared soldier is a successful soldier. Even if he's excited, they likely won't have him on the battlefield without training for a long while."
Defi thought that the six months of training that Ascharonian soldiers got was insufficient, but also knew that training and equipment were expensive even for a rich nation.
The emperor must be certain of victory. The cost of such a draft, even spread over three years, would be more than most countries could afford.
With the urgency of this draft and the staggering costs of training, Defi only hoped they did not cut the training schedule and simply throw the recruits into the war to gain experience.
Old soldiers knew that the best training would be acquired on the battlefields. Even Defi, who had trained for over a decade, would not be seen by a veteran as a true warrior. He had participated in minor skirmishes, but had never known war.
The thought would undoubtedly be in the minds of the war leaders.
Vesia nodded. "You're right. He wouldn't be thrown into battle without preparation."
Defi eyed her. "Do you know where I can get a subscription to some circularies? I'd also like one for the apothecary journal."
She nodded again, then let herself be distracted. "It's a bit late right now. We won't be able to get to all the offices before sundown. Will you have time tomorrow morning? It won't take long."
His two lists were with Sarel, so he didn't have that much to do. Maybe buy some things for the children? He did want to see what the blacksmiths in Ecthys were like.
"Some small errands. I'll be leaving in the afternoon though. Most of the business with Bluzand is done. You don't have to accompany me tomorrow."
"Manager Tennar hasn't given me new duties yet, so my only concern right now is you." Vesia smiled dreamily at the streets outside. "My first client…"
Defi tried not to laugh, and said solemnly. "The honor is mine."
"That…" Vesia reddened, only now realizing that she'd been treating her first ever client too casually. She clared her throat and looked out of the carriage. "Mestre, we are coming up on the Maze of Kings, where the sculptures of the old emperors were commissioned by the old counts of Ecthys. Of course, this tradition has been continued into the present time. The sculptures of the current and last emperors are particularly fine."
More art? 
"I'm looking forward to seeing it."


Desislaf Rimet finds that his father plotted to make him fail the Sacred Trials.

He decides: if this world will not accept him, then he will leave the world! 

In another world full of wonders, moving forward determinedly, he becomes a farmer of slimes.




***
Desislaf Rimet is the eleventh son of the Lord of Rimet, the sixteenth child. He has failed the Trials that would make his family proud and cement his station as a noble worthy of his family's name. 

He discovers that his father plotted to deliberately make him fail and it is the end of all he knows.

He cannot be happy in his father's court, and leaves.

After all, there's a World Gate conveniently in his father's territory, isn't there? He will leave to see the wonders that await him in another world!

Only...the world beyond is more complicated than he imagined.

Also, what is this slime? An animal, a vegetable, or some mystery being?

*****

The poem was done reciting.

After seeing that the female university student did not answer for a long while, he carried on, "This poem is called, "The Furthest Distance in the World" and is also called, "The Flying Bird and Fish". Today I'm giving it you. Is Beijing and New York very far? I do not think so at all. You can still meet again, you can know each other again, you can fall in love again and can be together once again. Are you going to be defeated by this trivial geographical distance? Then your feelings aren't anything worth mentioning. Lady, don't use distance as an excuse. Do not use distance to avoid reality. In my opinion, the distance between you isn't far. Think of the flying bird and think of the small fish. If you are stubborn and insist on being self-righteous, then I will not say another word if you were to slash down with the blade!"

"..."

There was complete silence on the other side of the line.

Following that, the sound of a girl sobbing could be heard, "Flying bird...and fish...*sob*...Flying bird...and fish..."

Upon hearing the sobbing, everyone in the broadcasting room were excited. Previously, she had appeared too calm, but now she had cried? This meant she was moved!

The female university student said while sobbing, "Teacher, then...what...should I do?"

Zhang Ye gave a thought, "I do not know what you should do either. This is your path, so you will need to find your own path."

"But...*sob*...I don't know how to walk down the path..." The female university student pleaded for help.

Zhao Guozhou, who was behind the glass, gave Zhang Ye an exaggerated gesture! The other Literature Channel staff were also secretly worried. Why can't you tell her what to do and save her? What do you mean, “You should find your own path?” What if she wanted to end her path there and then?

Wang Xiaomei kicked Zhang Ye in the shin.

However, it was as if Zhang Ye did not feel it.

The female university student cried, "Teacher, you tell me...what I should do...I trust you...*sob*...I can't sleep every day...What should I do...Everyday...I'm groggy...at night...I can't see any future..."

With her crying, Zhang Ye became calm, "Lady, I do not have the right or the way to help you decide your own path. Even if we tell you, you might not listen to it. You need to think it through carefully. Let me give you another poem. I hope it can enlighten you somewhat."

Another poem?

The people outside held their breaths again.

Zhang Ye said deeply, "The dark night gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek the light."

Again, this poem did not exist in this world, but it was famous in Zhang Ye's world. It was Gu Cheng's "A Generation". The entire poem only had those two verses. It was very short, but it contained within it a lot of energy. It was difficult to dissect and analyze the meanings within the poem. It could only be said that different people would have different insights. Zhang Ye gave her this poem, hoping she would be enlightened. At least, when Zhang Ye was previously lost, this poem had accompanied him for a long period of time.

"The dark night...gave me black eyes, but I use...them to seek the light." The female university student repeated it again and slowly stopped crying.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

The female university student suddenly spoke, "Teacher Zhang Ye, thank you. I think I know what I should do. I will wait for him. I also want to wait for him. Regardless of the final outcome, I will not try to commit suicide again. Thank you. Your two poems… I will remember them for life!"

Zhang Ye said, "I wish you happiness. I also believe a good lady like you will be happy."

The netizen listeners in front of their computer screens started sending in messages in an explosive manner, breaking all historical records. No number of refreshes were enough to show all of them!

"Heavens!"

"Teacher Zhang is too good!"

"Right, this is the first time I'm seeing a broadcast host who can speak so well!"

"’The Furthest Distance in the World’? This poem has too much feeling!"

"I think the later poem was the best. The dark night gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek the light. It's a superb poem, a superb poem for the ages!"

"No wonder he is able to write a divine work like "Ghost Blows Out the Light". I finally understand Teacher Zhang Ye's artistic standards. It is evidenced by these two poems!"

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-storey pagoda. I've decided to support and listen to "Late-night Ghost Stories" every day!"

With the situation assuaged, Wang Xiaomei let out a long sigh of relief and quickly said to the listeners, "Thank you to everyone listening in to ‘Talk About the World’. We will meet you again tomorrow at the same time."

With the transmission cut, the live broadcast ended!

Wang Xiaomei slumped into her chair as if she had lost all strength.

Zhang Ye gave a wry smile as he touched his neck. He was also covered in sweat. D*mn it, to think I met a suicide situation on my first time being a guest! Can it even get any better!? Thankfully, he had the wisdom of the ancients and managed to somehow convince the lady!

The outer door opened as people rushed in.

Deputy Station Head Jia was no longer around. Zhao Guozhou was the first to enter and he said loudly, "Well done, Little Zhang! You did beautifully!"

"It was really thrilling!"

"Indeed, our Teacher Zhang is talented!"

People began to admire and praise him!

Zhang Ye's telephone editor, Xiaofang, also gave him a thumbs up from behind the crowd, "Teacher Zhang, those two poems were too great!"

Words could kill, but words could equally save. Today, everyone who listened in to the live broadcast learned this. By seeing this all at once, there were a lot of mixed emotions.

Wang Xiaomei stood up and daringly said, "Leader, today it was my responsibility. I will accept any punishments the station will mete. I was too provocative in my words."

Zhao Guozhou looked at her and did not criticize her, "Write a self-reflective piece and hand it to me tomorrow. Actually, it is not all your fault. That female university student had already prepared to commit suicide. Even if she did not make the phone call, she would definitely have committed suicide. From another perspective, by us counseling her, it's also us saving a life. Right, but make sure to be careful in the future. We need to greatly consider the listener's emotions and capacity to accept. This live broadcast can be said to be a lesson for all of us. It is also a form of experience."

The matter was done.

Everyone let out a sigh of relief.

Wang Xiaomei looked towards Zhang Ye, "Those two poems were composed by you?"

Zhang Ye could not say no. After all, these poems did not exist in this world, "Yes."

"You can even compose poems?" Wang Xiaomei found it unbelievable.

Zhao Guozhou, who was about to leave, heard this and turned around and laughed, "All of you might not know how Little Zhang was accepted during the interview, right? It was because of a prose, "The Song of the Stormy Petrel". Our entire Literature Channel's combined efforts probably cannot even match Little Zhang's artistic talent in poems." Saying that, he reminiscenced and recited from the beginning. Zhang Ye never expected that Zhao Guozhou would actually be able to recite his poem verbatim. Clearly, he loved the prose so much. "...That is the courageous Petrel proudly soaring in the lightning over the sea's roar of fury; cries of victory the prophet: Let the tempest come strike harder!"

When everyone heard this, they were stunned!

"Good poem!"

"It's written so well!"

"This poem was also composed on the spot?"

Each of these poems was more stunning than the last. Only then did everyone recall what had just happened and an interesting thought arose in their minds. Hipsters were a kind of disease and so were cultured female youths. How could one cure this disease? The answer was simple; use a cultured male youth that was more artistic than the cultured female youth!


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!

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