Intelligent and astute

If you are intelligent, you follow the ordinary terrain of solving problems others set and quoting their theories and examples. Of course, those are not bad, but it is impossible to grow with that. But what if you control the initiatives? You push many minds to get to your predetermined destination. This scenario is possible by moving those minds without their consent—they get to the destination you want them without those people realizing it. This result is what people dubbed as being astute. Shrewd control initiative and creates a trend while the intelligent follow the instructions, abide by the status quo, and resign or obey to the rules given to them.

Girls' had always designed their rooms to have a fashionable appearance. Even the plainest girls might have things as stylish as a teddy bear. Also, most girls love pink colors! But I wasn't the one that said it, though. Well, of course, it could be different if those girls grew up in an environment where there were almost no gender differences. Even so, the majority of girls love being girls. 'Who the ghost wants to be something other than what they ought to be?'

A natural case was Li Min. Her room had a contemporary appearance with a charming demeanor. She had ruffled pink bedding, and the colorful lamp in her room gave the room's appearance a look of elegance. Her bed had three red throw pillows, and her luxurious wall hanging had different designed landscapes. There were girly types of furniture, a dresser with ornate detailing, and even two stuffed panda animals—this room was an ideal girl indeed.

However, Li Min lay restless on her glorious bed as she continuously flanked about—left and right. Apparently, she was having a dream or perhaps, a nightmare. This dream had kept her restless and dripping with no small amount of sweat.

In Li Min's dream, she was led out of the ancient family by her uncle. Her uncle wore a sad face: he would prefer if no one commanded him to send her niece out of the family. At the same time, in a tower-like building, a man stood with his face bearing no particular expression. There was also a younger man behind him with a humble appearance.

"Sir, would it not be dangerous to send the little Miss outside the landscape of the ancient family?" The young man bowed with fear as he gave his advice.

The man who stood staring at the leaving young Miss and the man exhaled slightly with a puff of air. "Xou Limin is intelligent but only intelligent. In this place, some people are beyond her reach. No, to be precise, they compare with the sky. Xou Min has to discover her problem if she wants to return."

The man's voice was tepid, lacking any ounce of emotion. No one could actually tell if he meant better or worse. The way he looked at her daughter revealed nothing of sadness or happiness. He was just helplessly staring as they took the young child away.

At this moment, Li Min woke and exhaled; she wiped the sweat on her brow. Even though the ventilator was active, Li Min couldn't help sweating. This situation touched her deepest recess; this action quaked her soul. Even now, she didn't understand what her father wanted. It was true that as a princess just like herself, possessing just knowledge was not enough. It was too bad that the ancient family gave a lot of benefits and a lot of grief—all at the same time.

"Father, you could drive your daughter out of the country without blinking?" Li Min muttered to herself.

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I sat with my head on my table in the classroom. It was my usual setting! There was nothing to do anyway, so I decided to seize a nap. After a loud sound of the school bell, Jian He walked into the class for homeroom. Feeling the gloomy air around the classroom, I had to get up before he would use me to calm his misery. Shortly, I must initiate an active hunt for glumness; I must not allow them to exist again.

He wore his usual gloomy face with those black rings on his eyes as I had expected. His face was dull. It was like he would go to sleep at any moment. There again—the same circle. However, I never allow myself to be deceived by that appearance again. The previous lesson he taught me was still very fresh—it was extensive and expensive. Thanks to him, my invisibility became invalid. In any case, I've lost nothing. If anything, this gloomy man had enraged me.

"Today, the topic is the art of eastern music."

Jian He began his tedious lesson by briefly explaining music in a general sense. Then delve into the history of Chinese music and the various instruments. In short, he was no different from a beeping squirrel—yapping nonstop, and there wasn't anything unique from what that man was saying. I couldn't help but wonder: if things go on like this, can this Academy compete with the other two large Academies?

"Wait, teacher Jian He, why are we learning about music? It is not like it has any direct benefit to our life?" At this moment, Hong Peizhi asked with dissatisfaction. Sometimes, I still trust those dull brains. It seemed Hong Peizhi hadn't expected such arrant nonsense from Jian He. But what made it worst was that he didn't choose music, but music chose him! Just what an irony. 'And then, everyone says I'm a bully? Even music is now bullying people.'

The teacher turned his dull eyes towards him. "the benefit of music? Why do you need that?" Jian He asked.

'However, could anyone tell me if Jian He is a fool? Why wouldn't we need the benefit of music to study it?'

Jian He continued: "In any case, assumed everything to be a web—completely all-encompassing." No one in the world understood what this guy said.

A most frustrating answer!

Well, even though Jian He's answer was obtuse, at the very least, he did not lash at the student. Something Hong Peizhi should be grateful for, knowing the kind intolerant demon Jian He was. So he could only accept his annoying answers as it. It was very best he pretended never to have asked that question.

Instantly, Jian He put his hand on his gray blazers and brought his phone. He quickly scrolled down and sent a command. The entire phone in the class beeped simultaneously. It was as though that previous comment provoked him to act because when the students would finally see what he sent, it would cause a general alarm.

"That will be all for today. I sent you music; I want to see the music interpreted in the next three days." Jian He dropped the word and left the class. When Jian He left, everyone peeked at their phone only to find one saddening melody. It was true that Jian He was vengeful. Only a question resulted in the assignment. Now he set the class ablaze. Even as a ghost, I wouldn't forgive that man.

Sitting in front of my computer inside my room, I transferred the song to my laptop and played it repeatedly. I then went to my bed to lie with my eyes closed. A few minutes my door alarm rang. I frowned. In fact, almost simultaneously, the alarm rang again. It was as though this person was deliberately seeking to push her luck. However, I knew who that demon was already. It must be the she-devil, Li Min. Other people would knock at my door, but this girl purposely went to install an alarm on my door; she held control. Is there still justice in this world! I've always wondered what kind of rough game I was playing with this soul. I merely felt like breaking her neck and reducing her to dust. This person always develops ways to annoy me. I never said I needed a security device. Yet, she went ahead and installed that thing and even used it to disturb my peace.

I slowly stood up from my bed. I lazily walked to my door and opened it with unwillingness. In front of my door, Li Min was already surging with anger. But why would she? Was it her house? (I felt like shouting!) She wore a pink dress which made her look particularly cute, and even though she was irritating—I had to say this person was noble and charming. Of course, today, Li Min wasn't wearing any better expression either. On her back was Guzhen wrapped beautifully like a backpack. I already knew my long peaceful days would surely come to an end. I invited her in, and she entered like a queen. It was as if I had made a mistake in knowing her from the beginning.