I was exposed for adding my female boss to my group of female friends.

"The Road to Shu is Hard" - Bai Yujing

"A Farewell to Mount Tianmu in Dreamy Thoughts" - Bai Yujing

"Ascending the Heights" - Bai Yujing

"The Brocade Zither" - by Bai Yujing

Culture

"Hometown" - Bai Yujing

The Chess King – Bai Yujing

"Metamorphosis" - Bai Yujing

"The Way of Morning Enlightenment" - Bai Yujing

Scatter

"Moonlight over the Lotus Pond" - Bai Yujing

"Autumn in the Old Capital" - Bai Yujing

"My Relationship with the Temple of Earth" - Bai Yujing

……

Throughout the entire table of contents, in the author's column, the three characters "Bai Yujing" are arranged in an eerie, orderly fashion from top to bottom, like a military parade, as if their existence were inevitable.

Bai Yujing quietly and naturally occupied all the pages of the "Weiming" magazine, including poetry, novels, essays, miscellaneous writings, all categories, and every section, planting the flag that belonged to Bai Yujing.

"What is this? If I remember correctly, 'Weiming' should be the Peking University's school magazine, not someone's personal column, right?" Lu Qianzi grinned.

She was just marveling at the coincidence that she had casually flipped through a page and stumbled upon a work by Bai Yujing.

Unexpectedly, the entire magazine was actually composed of Bai Yujing's works.

The Witch Lord snatched the magazine from her hand, placed it on the table, stared intently at it, and scanned the contents of the magazine, his hands trembling more and more as he read.

"Spring River Flower Moon Night" became a viral hit online, "The Road to Shu is Hard" was included in the college entrance examination, and "Ascending the Heights" was added to the new edition of the Chinese language supplementary reading book...

The shaman's gaze seemed to want to bore a hole through that little magazine.

Nearly half of the articles in this magazine had appeared before him at some point in time.

But only today did he realize that all these articles were written by the same person.

Moreover, all of this is condensed into this small magazine in his hand.

"How is this possible?" The Witch Lord flipped through the magazine in his hand, becoming more and more incredulous with each reading. "So... all of this was written by the same person? Are you sure this magazine isn't pieced together?"

Xia Yingji looked very serious, pressed the magazine against his hand and looked at it for a while, then said:

“I’m sure it’s not pieced together, and I know why you’re only realizing now that these things were written by the same person. First, because the styles of these articles are so different, and second, because… they were written separately.”

“Yes, ‘Jinse’ only became popular three years ago, and ‘Denggao’ seems to have been on the college entrance exam five years ago. I even did the reading comprehension questions,” Lu Qianzi said. “And these other short stories became popular intermittently. I had no idea these articles existed before they became popular.”

Si Chaoliang said, "I know that 'Bring in the Wine,' 'The Road to Shu is Hard,' and 'Dreaming of Mount Tianmu' were written by the same person. They were all popular in the Chinese style music circle at the time, and many people got them mixed up. But I didn't know that 'The Brocade Zither' and 'Ascending the Heights' were also written by him."

“Right, right, I remember now,” Lu Qianzi slapped her forehead. “These three poems have really gone viral. Many junior high school students like to put a line or two on their social media. At first, I thought they were just those trendy internet phrases, but who knew that these three poems are all proper classical Chinese poems.”

Liu Ruying's memory was initially a bit vague, but now she recalls that a few years ago, three poems, including "Bring in the Wine," were featured on television. A group of experts collectively criticized the poems for their poor aesthetic taste and vulgar style, saying that the poet was too arrogant and needed to correct his worldview.

As a result, those experts were immediately bombarded with criticism from a group of literary giants, especially some professors from Peking University, who published countless articles defending the three poems, creating a veritable debate.

At the time, she only regarded this matter as an insignificant topic of conversation in her life, and she did not pay much attention to what the author was like or who the author was.

Not only did she not care, but the media also didn't care who the author was. Many online media outlets, while fueling the fire, only said that these poems were written by "folk masters" and "ordinary netizens," using headlines like "Shocking! Folk Masters Overturn Literary Experts" as a gimmick to rake in the traffic.

It turns out that this "folk master" was none other than Chen Ya.

The Witch Lord continued browsing the magazine in his hand and said, "So, what's going on? Why is this issue of 'Unknown' magazine publishing so many of Chen Ya's articles? Are they trying to make him famous?"

“No,” Xia Yingji shook his head, “How could our school magazine do such a thing? Even if the students in the school magazine wanted to create a big news story like this, the reviewing teacher would not approve it.”

“Let’s look at it another way. It’s not that Weiming magazine wants to promote Chen Ya, it’s that Chen Ya wants to promote himself,” Si Chaoliang pushed up his glasses. “He prepared a lot of good articles first, and then submitted them all at once in a certain issue of the school magazine, hoping to make a big splash and make himself famous.”

"So, it failed? In the end, we still had to separate the fires," the Witch Master said.

Thinking of this, the Witch Lord felt a little comforted. Fortunately, not every article became popular; only a portion of them did. If every article had become popular and been a masterpiece, others would truly find it unbearable.

Lu Qianzi rolled her eyes and glared at Si Chaoliang: "What are you talking about? How could Chen Ya want to promote himself? If he wanted to promote himself, why did he use a pen name? Why didn't he reveal his real name after he became famous?"

Si Chaoliang paused, it seemed that was indeed the case.

While these people were chattering away, Liu Ruying reached out and moved the magazine over, gently turning the slightly yellowed pages to the first page.

Everyone was focused on the Chen family's works that Bai Yujing had arrogantly filled the catalog with, but they overlooked an obvious detail in the catalog.

She flipped directly to the first page of the magazine, the preface.

Many people tend to overlook the preface of a book, but it is actually very important. Liu Ruying always reads the preface when she reads a book. And what is especially important is that in this issue of "Weiming" magazine, this preface is the only one that does not belong to Chen Ya's work.

Moreover, the author's name is equally renowned—Ishikawa Toru.

Ishikawa Takashi, one of the three heroes of Beichen, is currently the CTO of Beichen Corporation.

The others also noticed Liu Ruying's discovery and came over. Wu Zun was the first to notice, pointing at Ishikawa Tō's name and frantically slapping Xia Yingji's arm.

The Three Heroes of Beichen are also known as the Three Heroes of Eagle's Nest. I only learned today that this person also wrote a preface for "Unknown".

Liu Ruying pointed to the preface and began to read it carefully, word by word:

"Hello everyone, I am Ishikawa Takashi, the current president of the school magazine. Our school magazine, 'Weiming,' has reached a historic issue, issue number 520."

"Actually, before I started editing this issue of 'Weiming,' I already realized that I was going to take the blame. You should be able to understand why I'm going to take the blame after reading the table of contents. I won't go into details."

"Well, that's the gist of it. Someone treated this issue of the school magazine as their own and pocketed all the payment... But before everyone protests that I'm abusing my power for personal gain, let me offer some explanation..."

"For reasons we all know, there will inevitably be fierce competition for space in this issue, the 520th issue of the school magazine. After all, it concerns the life events of our readers, and our editorial department has been extremely careful in its review process."

"We received more than 300 submissions this time. To ensure objectivity and public accessibility, we adopted a blind selection method, covering the authors' names from beginning to end. We selected a total of 6 poems and 8 articles. Well, in the end, we found that they were all... by that person."

"Later, when we checked the submissions, we found that out of the more than 300 submissions we received, 100 were submitted by that person."

"His determination was felt not only by everyone in our editorial department, but also by you, the reader."

"So... as the president of the school magazine, I won't take the blame for anything. If you're angry about this result, please go find the other author."

"July 2016, at the school magazine office."

"..."

After reading the entire preface, Liu Ruying's brows furrowed even more deeply.

"What is it about?" Si Chaoliang was too far away to see the preface clearly, so he nudged the Witch Master and asked.

The Witch Master straightened up and said, "Let me summarize. This is issue 520 of 'Unknown.' Because of a certain incident, everyone was vying to submit articles to the magazine. As a result, this Chen Ya, also known as Bai Yujing, submitted a hundred articles, which ultimately led to this issue of the school magazine being filled with his work. That's why this issue of the school magazine was dominated by Bai Yujing."

Si Chaoliang asked blankly, "Then, what exactly is it that makes them so eager to submit articles to the school magazine?"

The shaman shrugged and said, "I don't know, they didn't say anything."

"The 'Unknown' copyright dispute," Lu Qianzi suddenly said, "I know, this is the 'Unknown' copyright dispute that Professor Jin Rubing mentioned before!"

Chapter 272 Is this just a handsome young man?

If we consider death as a dividing line, after death lies an infinitely long period of time, the scale of which can be regarded as a vast, surging darkness.

If we consider birth as a dividing point, then similarly, before birth, there had already been an almost endless, long period of time, which was also a vast, solidified darkness.

From birth to death, the two ends of life are two vast darknesses lurking not far away, and in the middle of these two darknesses is the only warm and bright space of life for each person.

Life is like a swaddling cloth floating in a vast darkness, the only known realm worth clinging to. So, what reason do we have not to cherish life?

Lu Ai'ai thought so too. Or at least she agreed that "life and death are two enormous darknesses at the two ends."

But... she looked up at the endless night sky and twinkling stars behind the black telescope—as a student studying astrophysics, she didn't think that darkness was worth living in.

……

……

A scarlet Audi A8 stopped at the entrance of Kyoto University. The car door popped open, and long, slender legs encased in tight jeans and beige knee-high boots emerged from the car.

Lu Qingxuan had just come out of the gym. She hadn't had time to dress up. Her messy, sweat-soaked sports t-shirt was wrapped under her seemingly neat jacket. After speeding all the way, the sweat had dried.

Holding her phone, she walked to the location Lu Qianzi had told her about, pushed open the door, and saw that light shone through the narrow window bars and flying dust, illuminating the room where several students were discussing something animatedly.

"...Chen Ya must be confessing his feelings to someone, right? Otherwise, why would he be dominating this issue's page? Look for hidden messages in his articles; maybe we can find out who he's confessing to."

"This is definitely not a confession. Using a poem of the caliber of 'Bring in the Wine' to confess to a girl? If I wrote that poem, what would I say, 'Girl,' who are you? Get in line."

"I also think it's unlikely to be a confession of love. With such literary talent, why would you need to confess? But it's probably still related to love and romance. Look, this issue of 'Weiming' is numbered 520, so there must be some meaning behind it."

"But it's obvious this isn't just about him. Look at the preface, it says 'due to well-known reasons,' so what are those reasons? And he makes it sound like many people are vying for space in this issue, so why is that?"

"Stop right there, everyone. Isn't the main point that Ishikawa Tō wrote the preface for this issue? The Hokushin Three Heroes!"

"What you're all saying is too complicated. Following Occam's Razor, I still believe the confession theory more. Chen Ya probably wants to confess to a girl..."

Lu Qingxuan pursed her thin lips, walked into the classroom, and knocked twice on the door:

Who does Chen Ya want to confess his feelings to?

Everyone turned around, and Xia Yingji and Wu Zun looked at Lu Qingxuan with blank and helpless expressions.

The Lu family's witch is renowned for her formidable aura, which is incredibly powerful and has a strong influence on young boys who haven't yet left school.

"Hmm? Say something, who is Chen Ya going to confess to?"

"Sister Qingxuan, you're here," Lu Qianzi said, her hands clasped together in front of her, a little reserved. "We were just discussing some... conjectures, not the facts..."

“And it happened a long time ago,” Liu Ruying added, and Lu Qianzi nodded quickly.

Lu Qingxuan walked over and plopped down on the table. Her long legs dangled down, and were actually much higher than the table, creating a stunning visual effect.

"Explain to me, how did we get onto the topic of Chen Ya confessing his feelings?"

Seeing this, Lu Qianzi and Liu Ruying explained the situation to Lu Qingxuan. After listening, Lu Qingxuan frowned thoughtfully.

"Senior Lu, this should have happened around the time you were in college. Have you heard about the controversy surrounding the publication of 'Weiming' back then?"

Lu Qingxuan shook her head: "I don't know. I went to university abroad. I have absolutely no idea about anything like fighting over copyrights or being jealous of someone."

Everyone was slightly disappointed after hearing this, but Lu Qingxuan immediately added, "However, I know one person who definitely knows about this."

"Who?"

Everyone looked at her with questioning eyes.

“Miao Aoxue,” Lu Qingxuan said, “she was at Peking University at the time.”

"Oh, right!" Liu Ruying covered her mouth. She remembered this person too.

This girl has a somewhat annoying personality, but her relationship with Chen Ya at the time seemed rather unusual. If anyone could know the inside story, it would definitely be her.

"Should we call her and ask?" Liu Ruying asked.

Lu Qingxuan thought for a moment.

She didn't really want to make that call.

Miao Aoxue suffered a crushing defeat at Jiang Lizhi's auction last time, and she herself mocked her mercilessly. Miao Aoxue looked as pathetic as a drowning dog.

At the time, Lu Qingxuan thought that she would never have anything to do with this woman again in her life, and it was even less likely that she would need to ask her for help. Unexpectedly, not even two days later, she would need to ask her for help.

After thinking for a long time, Lu Qingxuan clicked her tongue and took out her phone.

Although she seemed a bit shameless for contacting someone right after mocking them, Lu Qingxuan was anything but shameless. When a beautiful girl does something like this, even her shamelessness is endearing.

She quickly dialed Miao Aoxue's number, and soon, the girl's voice came from the other end.

"I'm really surprised you would call me."

Miao Aoxue was currently at home. Ever since Jiang Lizhi returned last time, she had been so upset that she hadn't left the house for the past few days.

Receiving Lu Qingxuan's call was somewhat unexpected. There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice, but Lu Qingxuan didn't seem to care and went straight to the point:

"I have a question for you about Chen Ya."

"What's wrong? Why are you asking me? Why don't you just ask him directly?" Miao Aoxue fiddled with a fake flower.

This question left Lu Qingxuan speechless for a moment, but she quickly replied, "Even if I ask him, he won't tell me."

"So, you've come to ask me, right?" Miao Aoxue said mockingly, then immediately became serious. "You probably think of me as a senior, but I'm not a senior. Even if you come to ask me, I don't know much."