Chapter 14: Ready Player One
Chapter 14: Writing Wonders
"Oh, you tricked me!" Jennifer scolded, though her voice had a softness to it, almost like a playful tease. She felt both annoyed and strangely empty inside, surprised by her own reaction.
What's gotten into me? she wondered.
Martin, with a slight smirk, was feeling proud of himself. It seemed that as he absorbed more desire energy, his innate skill of charm was gradually restoring itself.
After amusing himself with Jennifer, Martin sat down across from her, opening a folder filled with pages of neatly written notes.
"Hey, I haven't agreed to anything yet!" Jennifer protested.
Martin glanced up and gave her a knowing smile, gently brushing a finger across his lips.
Jennifer blushed again. Ugh, this kid has flirted with me—three times!
"Jennifer, let's be real. I already know everything you're teaching me," he said. "How about this: every week, you make up a test with middle or high school questions, and I'll take it. If I pass, we skip the lessons; if I don't, we keep them."
Jennifer hesitated. She'd already noticed that Martin had a firm grasp of middle school material, but she hadn't realized he'd even self-studied high school subjects.
If he really knew everything… then he didn't need tutoring.
If she agreed, she could still earn her paycheck while Martin would get his free time back.
After a moment of consideration, Jennifer nodded, and her gaze drifted to the papers in front of him. She remembered he'd mentioned writing earlier. Wait, was he serious?
"Martin, are you really writing something?"
"Want to see? I'm almost finished."
"Can I?"
"Of course." He handed her a stack of pages. "Just keep them in order. It's a pain to reorganize."
"Don't worry, I'll be careful," Jennifer replied, taking the pages.
The first thing that caught her eye was the elegant, flowing script—his penmanship was surprisingly beautiful.
This kid could write so well?
Doubtful, she stole a glance at him while he was busy writing. Martin's hand moved swiftly, each stroke forming graceful letters with effortless speed.
"Aren't you going to think before you write?" she couldn't help but ask.
"The story's all here," he said, tapping his head. "I just have to bring it out."
"Wow, that's impressive!"
Jennifer couldn't help feeling a touch of admiration for the young boy. Regardless of whether the story got published, his natural talent alone was remarkable.
Not wanting to disturb him, she turned back to the pages and started reading.
The bold title scrawled across the top read: Ready Player One.
"Ready Player One? That's… an unusual title," she thought, her curiosity piqued.
She began reading, and soon found herself completely absorbed…
By 2045, the world is in crisis, on the brink of collapse due to an energy shortage… Humanity seeks solace in a virtual reality game called 'OASIS,' where life seems peaceful.
But a will left behind by the game's creator shatters this calm: whoever finds his hidden Easter egg will inherit control of OASIS and become the world's richest person…
Drawn by the promise, millions of players around the world join the hunt. Wade Watts throws himself into this quest as well…
The pages described an epic treasure hunt, thrilling dangers, and dark mysteries—all brought vividly to life.
"Jennifer! Jennifer!"
"Not now! I need to see how Wade cracks this level!" she exclaimed without thinking.
Realizing it was Martin who'd called her, she immediately blushed. "Sorry, I got a bit carried away. This story is so good! Did you really write this?"
She instantly regretted her words.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it that way! It's just… this story is beyond what I'd expect from an eleven-year-old!"
Martin chuckled. "People often judge ability by age, and that's fair when it comes to tasks that are mostly repetitive—it's true that experience matters in those cases. But for fields driven by talent—like music, art, or writing—age doesn't define limits."
"Mozart composed music at four and toured Europe at six. Oscar Wilde began writing at thirteen, earned a scholarship to Trinity College at seventeen, and won the prestigious Berkeley Gold Medal for classics. And in China, a boy named Gan Luo became a diplomat at twelve, successfully securing several cities for his country, and was appointed prime minister the same year."
"So, don't underestimate the potential of a young genius, dear Jennifer."
"Alright, alright, our little prodigy! So, what did you need me for?"
"Just to remind you that I'm heading to set for the next scene, so you can clock out if you want."
"Clock out?" Jennifer glanced down at the pages in her hand, torn.
She was halfway through the story, right at a crucial point, and the idea of stopping now… it was pure torture!
"I'll stay overtime!" she said with sudden determination.
Martin grinned. "Are you sure? The director won't be paying you for that."
"This is my overtime pay," she said, waving the manuscript. "But, um, could I… take it home to read?"
"First, thank you for the compliment. Second, absolutely not."
"Fine, I'll stay and finish it here."
"Help yourself to anything in the fridge. There's plenty to eat and drink."
"Thanks!"
Leaving Jennifer in his trailer, Martin headed out for the final camp scene—the night swim.
…
"Alright, Martin, just strip down here and jump into the lake," Nancy instructed.
"All the way?" Martin asked.
In the script, the scene was meant to capture a child's natural, free spirit, with the character swimming fully unclothed.
Of course, they couldn't film it that way—this was a family movie, not European cinema.
Martin didn't mind, but given the film's family-friendly tone, a shot like that was out of the question. After all, this was America, not Europe.
(Note: European films often have looser restrictions, some even rivaling content produced in the adult film industry.)
"No, just down to your shorts," Nancy replied.
Then, her expression grew serious as she asked, "Martin, I just want to double-check—are you sure you're okay with this? It's winter, and while California winters aren't too cold, that lake water will be chilly."
"Don't worry, Director. I can handle it. I'm not about to risk my life for a scene."
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𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚!
𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗼:
• 𝙅𝙘𝟭𝟮𝟬𝟮
• 𝘼𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙟𝙖𝙝
• 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗼𝗯 𝗠𝗼𝗲𝗲
𝗔𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸:
• 𝗘𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀: 𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝟭𝟴𝟱+ 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚.
• 𝗘𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁-𝗢𝘂𝘁: 𝙍𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩!
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗲𝘁, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝘀!
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𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙂𝙋𝙏 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣-𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙮, 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚!
👉𝗦𝗵𝗼𝗽: 𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙣.𝙘𝙤𝙢/𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙊𝙛𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧/𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙥