Andrew Hillton is resurrected in 2056, by the technology of Cryogenics. The day before his second anniversary of the relationship with his girlfriend, May, he died of cardiac arrest. Now, 37 years into the future, he feels obliged to look for her. She still loves him, he is sure of it. Andrew meets family members and friends, who have all grown up to be adults. As the reader, you follow Andrew's thoughts as he perceives this new, challenging world.

Despite Twain's remark that "the players are not men if they lose", he was still worried. He might appear to be confident, but in fact, his inner pressure was no less than anyone else's. One must know that the pressure on the players if they lost the game would only last from the pitch to their home, while the pressure on the manager could last for days. Therefore, he could not be negligent.
In addition to using words to motivate the players, he needed to think of other ways.
The Inter Milan team had already arrived in Nottingham. Mourinho joked in an interview at London's Heathrow airport that he did not think he was competing in an away game because he was very familiar with many things in England. Mourinho's face looked relaxed, and he was smiling into the television cameras. He appeared to have something up his sleeve. And he did not care that the reporters mentioned Nottingham Forest's two away goals in front of him.
"I think it's a good thing for us. Yes, Nottingham Forest have two away goals. However, they only have two away goals while we're haven't yet had the chance to score any. Our away game hasn't started yet. Why wouldn't we be able to score three goals at the City Ground stadium?"
Mouinho's tone and demeanor made people think that it was he, and not Tony Twain, who had the advantage of the away goals...
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"It's psychological warfare," Twain snorted. "Mourinho lacks new ideas. He has taken a step backward because he's been in Italy for too long. He used to be like a sharp-toothed kitten."
Twain did not have to worry that the walls had ears in his office or that the paparazzi would put miniature cameras and microphones in his domain, so he could sneer at Mourinho without fear.
Kerslake guffawed when he heard Twain's analogy. He neither liked nor disliked Mourinho as a person, but he clearly did not like "Mourinho the enemy."
After commenting on his opponent, Twain looked at his assistant, Dunn.
"Dunn, have you prepared the thing?"
Dunn nodded and handed a disc to Twain. Twain did not put it into the computer but repeatedly played with it in his hand. The disc's surface reflected his face, although it was somewhat blurry.
I've decided to let them watch it twenty minutes before the game." He spun the disc around with his index finger.
"What's that?" Kerslake was a little curious.
"Something that we wouldn't really want to see." Twain glanced at Dunn. In fact, it was really Dunn who it reflected badly on. It was probably the biggest defeat he had faced during his time in sole charge of coaching Nottingham Forest. Twain wanted to allow Dunn to save face and did not want to say anything that reflected negatively on him.
"It's from the Champions League quarter final off the 2008-09 season, Nottingham Forest's home game against Inter Milan," Dunn himself explained.
"Ah, that game..." Kerslake was no longer curious. That game was a painful memory. If he could, he really did not want to think about it again. "Tony, you... Why do you want them to watch that?"
"Let them revive the old dream." Twain shrugged.
"That was a nightmare!" Kerslake cried.
"Revisiting a beautiful old dream will only deprive them of the motivation to move forward. I don't think the stimulus is enough."
Kerslake knew that Twain was someone who kept his word. His lips quivered a little and he stopped speaking. He just cast a sympathetic glance at Dunn. After all, Dunn had personally taken charge of that game. He suddenly realized in a flash what Twain had meant by "do whatever it takes to win."
Dunn had no objection and said, "Tony had discussed it with me, and I agreed. I also think it's a good idea."
Dunn had personally cut, edited and burnt the CD-ROM, in order to meet Twain's requirements. To make the video have more of an impact, he had needed to watch the game many times and select the best scenes to edit and put together. For Dunn, it was like looking in the mirror at his own worst moments. He had repeatedly watched the scenes and had placed his own shortcomings under the microscope to analyze them. No one liked that kind of feeling, but Dunn had needed to do the job for the good of the team.
Kerslake felt it was a hard job to be Tony's assistant, but fortunately, it was Dunn and not him.
"That's it, guys. Let's give Mourinho a lively welcome party!"
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On the day of the match, throngs of crowds milled around the City Ground stadium, with a large number of fans walking along the banks of River Trent to the City Ground stadium. A lot of fans were already in the stands, including Nottingham's most die-hard fan group, John, Bill, and the others from the Forest Bar.
They arrived in the stadium ahead of time and were busy hanging their banners.
"Welcome back to England, welcome to the City Ground stadium, José!"
The first sentence appeared as if relations between Mourinho and them were really friendly, but the following sentence exposed the hostile relationship between the two rivals: "You won't win this time either!"
The Inter Milan fans were certainly not to be outdone. They also had their way to fight back.
A group of Inter Milan fans had hung a banner with the score below the stands. The scores of 2:0 and 3:0 were written on it. 2:0 had been the score at Inter Milan's home ground, and 3:0 was the result from their match at the City Ground stadium.
Since the Tony Twain era had begun at Nottingham Forest, no team had ever scored three goals at the City Ground stadium while preventing Nottingham Forest from scoring. Mourinho did it.
The matter would not have been worth mentioning if it had not been for Tony Twain's repeated provocations. The Inter Milan fans had simply written in bleeding colors to provoke the Nottingham Forest fans due to their constant goading of the Italian fans.
These two games, especially the score at the home ground, were indeed a "painful memory" for the Nottingham Forest fans.
They had let their opponents score five goals in both the home and away matches and had failed to score even one goal. In the game at the City Ground stadium, the Forest players had bottled up their energy and had wanted to teach Inter Milan a lesson when they got back to their home ground. No one had expected Inter Milan to catch hold of the Forest team's over-eagerness to press for an attacking goal and successfully be able to sneak in an attack when the game started. Once they led by three goals, Inter Milan played more comfortably, and Nottingham Forest played with increasing anxiety. The whole team had counted on their acting manager, Dunn to be able to step up and try hard to save a desperate crisis. Dunn could only look on helplessly. He had no idea what to do. He usually prepared a full head of football technical and tactical knowledge. But at this moment, he could not apply it in the slightest.
In the end, the team played more and more chaotically. Inter Milan took the opportunity to score consecutive goals and utterly crushed the Nottingham Forest players' fighting spirit with a 3:0 scoreline.
After the game, the local media in Nottingham angrily stated that, judging by the performance of the game, if Inter Milan had scored another goal, the Nottingham Forest players would have to collectively hold their hands up and kneel for mercy.
Even the Forest fans, who almost never booed their own team, could not help but hiss too.
After that game, countless Nottingham Forest fans gathered in all the major bars to talk about the same issue: what would it have been like if Tony was still there?
Now they had a chance to find out the answer.
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The buses carrying the players from both teams arrived in the stadium for the pre-match warm-up, but the Nottingham Forest players came out onto the pitch earlier. Only a quarter of the crowd was in the stands when they entered the stadium to warm up, while the Inter Milan players had just left the hotel where they stayed at.
When the Inter Milan players arrived at the stadium at the expected time to carry out their warm-up, they found that the Nottingham Forest players were getting ready to leave.
This surprised some people because it was customary for everyone to come out together to warm up at the same time. So why had the Nottingham Forest players finish their warm-up so early? With more than half an hour to go before the match, what would they do in the locker room? Take a bath and a nap?
The Nottingham Forest players brushed past the Inter Milan players, completely disinterested in the puzzled looks they received from the Inter Milan players.
All this, of course, was arranged by the boss. He had asked the players to make use of the home team's advantage to come to the City Ground stadium early, start warming up, and then return to the locker room. He had something mysterious and exciting to show everyone...
Everyone was guessing why the boss suddenty wanted to show them a "film" half an hour before kick-off. Who was in the right frame of mind to watch a film at this time?
Twain smiled and did not speak. After everyone entered the locker room, he switched off the lights and turned on the DVD projector and television.
After a brief moment of black on the screen, a sound rang out in the small space of the locker room:
"Ibrahimović!! Ibrahimović!! A beautiful turn and shot! Just three minutes into the game, Inter Milan have taken the lead in the most incredible way! Now Inter Milan are already 3:0 ahead of Nottingham Forest! Poor Nottingham Forest... Of course, they want to bring down Inter Milan at home, but they did not expect to concede another goal. It's not easy to play this game..."
The expressions of many of the Forest players in the locker room changed. They had made plenty of guesses about the film, but no one expected the boss to show them this. The players who had experienced that game would not easily forget the humiliation. The home fans had actually booed the team they supported! They clearly had the drive but could not execute it. They could only run back and forth behind the opponent. The pace of the game was controlled by Inter Milan right from the beginning. They did not even have the power to fight back.
Twain did not even have to worry about the Forest players who had not played the game. Dunn's excellent clip was enough to give them an immersive experience of that 0:3 game.
Three minutes into the match, Ibrahimović had scored a goal. It was followed by another goal at the start of the second half. By this time, Inter Milan already had a 4:0 lead over Nottingham Forest and had scored two away goals. Nottingham Forest needed to score at least five goals in the remaining forty minutes if they wanted to qualify, and they could not afford to let their opponents score again. It was an impossible task for a team like the Forest team.
Eventually, there were fans in the stands who could not stand the ordeal and emitted shrill boos. Finally, the sporadic boos joined together and became an unstoppable mainstream voice. The commentator's voice sounded even more piercing amid the booing. "Even since Tony Twain became the manager of this team, there has never been anything like it in a game. The fans, labeled as the most loyal fans in the Premier League, are actually booing their home team... I don't even know what to say... The Nottingham Forest players' performances are really terrible!"
The players who had played in that game seemed to go back to that day and relive the scene, which made them all bow their heads and not want to watch the television screen. If possible, they even wanted to cover their ears. The booing was so shrill that it was as if there were needles poking at their hearts.tydfss
The players who joined the team later understood when matters better when they watched the game. To Nottingham Forest, who had been the defending champions at the time, it had been a heavy blow for a team that had been successful, fearless and thought that the whole world was in their hands...
On the video, they saw Samuel. "In the chaos in front of the goal, Samuel has got the ball. There's no Nottingham Forest player around him! It's incredible! 3:0! Inter Milan lead Nottingham Forest by 5:0! The game ends in twenty minutes, but I'd say... looking at the performance of the Nottingham Forest players, the game is now over way ahead of schedule."
No one could stare indifferently at the screen after hearing that, except for Tony Twain.
The coaches, including Dunn and Kerslake, averted their eyes from the television screen. They did not want to relive the nightmare either.
Twain was the devil for forcing them to recall such a cruel game. And he was still smiling. The light from the television screen shone on Twain's face. His expression was definitely a smile!
After the video clip of the game finished playing, Twain did not turn on the lights immediately. Instead, he told everyone in the dark with his hoarse voice why he had shown them this.
In this kind of environment, his voice sounded as if it came from the depths of hell. It was hoarse, sometimes low, sometimes sharp, and uncomfortable to listen to.
"Is anyone still speculating as to why I'm showing you something like this? I know that this game is definitely not a 'good memory' for some people. I just hope you know that we can laugh at some failures and they will pass. Some failures we absolutely cannot forget! What do you do if the enemy wants to humiliate you? Obediently climb through under his pants?! No! That's not our style! You should use your head to knock him in the testicles as you climb under his pants! Knock him to the ground and stamp with your feet! Stamp! Crush! Until his balls burst! If you don't want this game to happen again to you, if you don't want your own supporters to switch sides and cheer for your opponent, if you don't want the enemy to mock you as a bunch of sissies after they beat you, then remember to win this game! We lost three-nil! It's like being pinned under and attacked by eleven strong men, too powerless to fight back! Do you like the idea of that? I don't like it! I feel sick!"
Twain did not turn on the lights in the locker room until he had finished speaking.
The light was restored instantly and many people's eyes did not adjust to it immediately. They covered their faces and squinted their eyes to hide in the shadows.
"How does it feel to be back to reality?" Tony Twain's tone and emphasis did a one hundred and eighty-degree turn when he opened his mouth again, completely without the previous tone sternness and rebuke. His narrowed eyes and smiling face looked really harmless. But anyone who knew him was aware that this version of Tony Twain was more dangerous. "A lot of you must be relieved—fortunately it was only a dream, right? But dreams and reality are closely linked. Now that Inter Milan is at our door, is this still a dream? If you're not careful, the nightmare just now will come back! I don't want to hear the boos from the home fans on my own pitch. I'll never want that in my lifetime ever! You know what to do, don't you?"
"Yes, boss!" Was there any fool who would say "I don't know?"
"That's great." Twain put his hands together and said, "Remember the feeling you had in the dark just now. Never forget it, guys! That's the most valuable asset of your career..."


This is a story about the pursuit of victory.

— "I subscribe only to the theory of victory. I only pursue victory. As long as I am able to obtain victory, I don’t care if it’s total football or counterattack. What is the ultimate goal of professional soccer? In my opinion, it is victory, and the pinnacle of victory is to become the champions. I am a manager. If I don’t wish to lose my job or be forgotten by the people, there’s only one path for me to take, and that is to lead the team in obtaining victories, in obtaining championship titles!”

The main character was not well-liked by people.

— “⋯We conducted a survey which had been deemed by Manager Tony Twain as extremely meaningless. In a random street survey conducted, ninety-three percent of those surveyed chose the option ‘I hate Tony Twain’, while only seven percent chose the option ‘This person is rather decent, I like him’. It is worth noting that nobody chose the option ‘Who is Tony Twain? I don’t know him’. Mark, do you know why Manager Twain felt that our survey was very meaningless?” Parker, a reporter from <The Daily Telegraph> laughed loudly and said when he was being interviewed by BBC.

But there were also people who were madly in love with him.

— “⋯ Became the spokesperson of world-wide famous clothing brands, shot advertisements, frequented the fashion industry’s award ceremonies, endorsed electronic games, has a supermodel girlfriend. His earnings from advertisements exceed his club salary by seventeen times, owns a special column in various print medias, publishing his autobiography (in progress), and is even said that he is planning to shoot an inspirational film based off his own person experiences! Who can tell me which part of his life experiences is worthy of being called ‘inspirational’? Hold on⋯. Are you all thinking that I’m referring to David Beckham? You’re sorely mistaken! I’m talking about Manager Tony Twain⋯.”

He was very knowledgeable about Chinese soccer.

— “⋯ I’ve heard about it, that Bora gifted four books to his manager Mr. Zhu before your country’s national team’s warm up match. After which, the team lost 1:3 to a nameless American team from Major League Soccer. The new excuse that Mr. Zhu gave for losing the match, was that Bora gifted “books” (‘books’ and ‘lose’ are homophones in the Chinese language). Here, I recommend that you guys find out what that one specific book is. Which book? Of course the one that caused you all to score a goal. After that, tell me the title of the book. Before every match, I will gift ten copies of that same book to you. In that case, won’t you all be able to get a triumphant 10:0 win over your opponents every time?” An excerpt taken from Tony Twain’s special column in a certain famous Chinese sports newspaper.

Woo Tianhao roared with laughter as he made fun of Zaro.
With a rigid face, Zaro slapped away the fine white dust on his hands. Beside him, Barbara avoided him like the plague.
Mitisy stifled his laughter. When he saw Colonel Song Ping, he ran over to borrow excavation equipment and mentioned to him their donation ideas that they came up with on the journey here. Song Ping was delighted; regardless whether it was garlic, a dojo, or a gym, they needed all of those!
When Fang Zhao heard this, he also chimed in, "I will take part too. What else does the base lack?"
Song Ping pondered for a bit before coughing lightly in an awkward manner. "How about you contribute a KTV bar?"[1] Song Ping wasn't bragging, but when it came to singing military songs, nobody in Bu Base would claim that they were better than him! Just that it was unfortunate that he didn't have a place to exhibit it.
Fang Zhao: "… I will, if it is approved."
As they were speaking, Curly Hair, who had been squeezed into a tent by Fang Zhao, stuck his head out and stared over at where Zaro and the others were.
Zaro, who had been just made the butt of a joke, was twitching his lips. He got up, turned on his detector, and changed another spot to survey when he heard a shrill beeping.
The few people who had just been avoiding Zaro all turned to look back.
"Eh?" Zaro waved the detector about. "There is something beneath the sand here… hey hey, what are you doing!"
Zaro squeezed out Woo Tianhao, who had scrambled over and started digging. He then ordered his bodyguards, "It's here! Dig!"
After day broke, the temperature rapidly soared. Everyone had perspiration dripping down their faces, but they were in high spirits and didn't hide inside the tents.
A bodyguard held out an opened umbrella to block out the sun and Zaro stood under it. Zaro downed a glass of water, wiped his face, and observed the two bodyguards digging. This was a metal piece he had detected. When it was out, he could use it as a souvenir and bring it back to show off!
Over at Flemington's side, the excavation activities had gone on for some time already and they had found quite a few metal fragments in succession. Although they existed for a long time, these metal fragments didn't seem to have too severe signs of corrosion. According to the analysis results of the technicians, these metal fragments were probably from a spaceship or exploratory ship. The materials found were similar to the ones found on the Arcturus and other exploratory ships.
The metal piece that Zaro had discovered didn't arouse Flemington's attention. Right now, Flemington's main focus was all on the sand pit.
The two bodyguards dug out the top layer of sand and some rolled-up metal sheets were revealed. One of the bodyguards was about to use force and yank it out but was stopped by Zaro.
"Careful, careful!" Zaro blocked off the bodyguard who had been digging. "In the old archeology flicks I saw, you have to first brush off the sand and then blow lightly…"
As he said that, Zaro got down to his knees and inhaled. He had yet to blow when a gust of wind gave him a face full of sand.
He wiped his face miserably. The sand had mixed with his sweat to turn onto a muddy paste, and his face was all messy. Zaro no longer had any patience and pulled the whole metal sheet out from the sand.
"There are even words—hey!"
Zaro brushed off the sand on the metal sheet and blew gently. This time he took note of the wind direction.
Most of the metal sheet was already ruined and all fuzzy so the words couldn't be distinguished. Fortunately, there was still a small portion in the middle that was clear.
Zaro rotated the metal sheet a few times. "This should be the right way up. It's a letter…'n'?"
Mitisy came over and studied it. "Looks like 'η', the right portion is clearly a little longer."
"Oh? Is it? No wonder I felt that something wasn't right…" Zaro replied.
He hadn't finished speaking when Barbara rushed over and snatched the metal sheet before kicking Zaro to the side.
Zaro was furious at being kicked aside. He rolled up his sleeves preparing to take revenge but was stopped by Mitisy.
"Barbara, are you able to recognize it?" Mitisy asked as he held of Zaro.
Barbara's reaction was too huge. She no longer kept the image of a noble and virtuous young lady. Even her fan had been chucked aside.
Instances that could make Barbara act this way were extremely rare. Mitisy, who wasn't able to see any useful information, waited for her answer.
Hearing Mitisy say this, Zaro also froze and glanced over. Zaro trembled as he saw the twinkling in Barbara's eyes. Had this unreasonable demon gone crazy?
There was still quite some sand and a layer of grime on it. At this moment, Barbara couldn't care less about her obsession with cleanliness. Her two hands held the metal sheet firmly as she stared at it. There was shock, fervor, infatuation, and crazed looks in her eyes, as though she had seen a 100 kg diamond.
"The Alkaid… the 'η' letter imprint. It is definitely the Alkaid, there's no doubt about it!"
"What?!" Flemington's pitch became higher. He had came over unnoticed by the others. He couldn't believe his ears. All his internal organs shuddered when he heard "Alkaid".
With his hand propped to his ears, Mitisy had also heard it. His face was similarly filled with shock. "You mean to say that the thing buried here is the Alkaid, one of the seven fabled primal interstellar exploratory spacecrafts of Dream Team?! Wasn't the Alkaid said to have met with an accident in the preliminary stage and was destroyed?"
Flemington breathed heavily. "Contact with the Alkaid was lost. Just that no traces of it were discovered all these years so people guessed that it must have met with some geomagnetic storm in space and was destroyed and vanished from the universe.
Za·Dunce·ro appeared to be at a loss. What was an 'Alkaid'? Was there such an exploratory spacecraft?"
His manager beside him proceeded to give him the lowdown.
Many people knew about the Sirius and that it had been one of the pioneers in space exploration in the New Era. It represented a new era. And before the Sirius, there was still a primal exploratory team comprising of seven unmanned space crafts that were christened after the stars in the Big Dipper.[2]
"Primal exploratory team Dream Team bore the apex wisdom and intelligence of that time!" Barbara said with a fervor in her eyes as she stared ahead at the sand pit which was being excavated.
"Alkaid, serial η lost all communications during an exploratory mission. To find the Alkaid, the Inter-planetary Fund offered a reward of 100 billion!"
100 billion!
For the absolute majority of people, this number was an astronomical figure!
A fire lit up in the eyes of those present.
The one who started Dream Team was the founder of the Inter-planetary Fund!
The initial reward was 10 billion, but as the years passed, generations after generations of Inter-planetary Fund administrators had changed. But the reward for the Alkaid was never retracted and increased continuously! 400 years had passed, and the reward had already been raised to a point that could make Barbara and the others from an aristocratic super-family background go crazy.
In those 400 years, as humanity's footsteps in space increased, many adventurers had tried searching for it, but they all returned in disappointment.
Whether it was Flemington, Song Ping, or many others undergoing military service on foreign planets, they would all have dreamt about finding the Alkaid. However, the harsh reality had sobered them up.
400 years had already passed, and the reward for the task of finding the Alkaid that remained in first place on the rewards board had already become a leisure topic.
"Could the Inter-planetary Fund set the reward so high because they themselves never imagined that the Alkaid could be found? Who would have imagined that traces of the Alkaid would be found after 400 years? If we really unearth the Alkaid this time, the Inter-planetary Fund wouldn't go back on their word right?" Woo Tianhao voiced his thoughts.
"Definitely not! That is the Inter-planetary Fund we are talking about!" Barbara refuted. If this was really unearthed, the Inter-planetary Fund would definitely not go back on their word!
Whatever the case, the Inter-planetary Fund had never been fraudulent before this. Whatever was stated was paid out, not a cent less! And it wasn't paid out in installments either. 
If the offered reward was 100 billion, then it would be 100 billion!
So what if they went back on their word?!
That wasn't permitted!
Absolutely not permitted!
Not a single cent less!
Flemington smiling mouth was about to crack. He felt as though he could soar into the high heavens.
100 billion!
Even if they couldn't claim all of it, their Bu Base would surely claim the majority!
Even if they couldn't apply for next year's military expenditure, the reward from the Inter-planetary Fund would be enough for them to spend!
Spaceport upgrade… Base expansion… Mm, entice some agricultural scientists over with high salaries… a full scale refurbishing of soldiers' equipment… Another 10 motorcades…
Flemington had already started to ponder about how to spend this bounty.
The teams that were excavating were stimulated as though they had been injected with amphetamine when the heard the information about the Alkaid!
Unlike the others who were going crazy, Fang Zhao was way more calm. He recalled something that he had read up on.
There was very little information concerning the first generation of seven interstellar exploratory spacecraft online. He only knew that the seven ships that comprised Dream Team were the batch with the best technology. Afterwards, the Sirius belonged to a "newer generation", and further on, other exploratory spacecrafts in interstellar spaceships were considered even more junior.
Generally, science and technological products that were out of date would only have value in being collected and displayed in a museum or on a display shelf. Reasonably speaking, after so many years of science and technology, there was lots of innovation when it came to the strides humanity took in space. Spaceships and warships had already gone through many rounds of upgrades, and a spacecraft from that generation shouldn't make people go that crazy. However, everyone's reaction was just like an Old Era archeology team discovering a magnificent mausoleum of an ancient emperor!
The seven spacecrafts of the primal exploratory Dream Team that could make the Inter-planetary Fund fork out 100 billion wouldn't be that simple. Furthermore, Fang Zhao took notice of the words "bore the apex wisdom and intelligence of that time".
Flemington also didn't care about what Fang Zhao was thinking. He directed men to continue excavating while preparing his report to the top brass. As for Zaro and the others, Flemington had partitioned some areas from them to play around.
Zaro and the others were also unwilling to sit at the side and be idle. They waved at Flemington and requested for some excavating machinery.
Mitisy's manager Luxin was currently busy taking photographs of Mitisy.
Zaro noticed this and spoke to his agent who was currently drinking some water at the side. "Take a look at other people's managers! Take more initiative!"
Zaro's agent, who had just recorded over three hours worth of videos: "…" What the f*cking hell was I doing all this while?!
After taking a few photographs, Zaro turned on the machinery and started to dig. He felt that what he was doing was a tough mission that held great historical significance! 
Zaro decided that he would write about a book of his travels when he returned—"Those Days Where I Used An Excavation Machine On Planet Bu".
[1] KTV is a karaoke bar.
[2] The seven stars of the Big Dipper are Alkaid (Eta Ursae Majoris), Mizar (Zeta Ursae Majoris), Alioth (Epsilon Ursae Majoris), Megrez (Delta Ursae Majoris), Phecda (Gamma Ursae Majoris), Dubhe (Alpha Ursae Majoris) and Merak (Beta Ursae Majoris).


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

on her way out, Eva sees a delegation of formal people outside of john office, and they all look her like she fell from the sky as john described (she wears her casual cloths: a jean's and a t-shirt with sport shoes).
"victor how I get to nearest mall?", and then on Eva's holo-watch pops a map to a mall in walking distance, on her way to the mall Eva passes what can be only described as the main street of sky-city Eva now understands "maybe I am in another earth, but those people act like in mine earth".
And then she understands how absurd her situation, she is on another earth in another year and she just walked out from the office of the most powerful human in this earth looking like an average college student.
She enters the mall and gasps, in her earth AI never goth further then simple autonomous robots that help explorers and industry people.
And here there are everywhere, in the enter an AI Attendant on holo-screen asks her where she needs to go, and then she sends a robot cart to accompany her and to carry her Shopping bags.
She gets into a store for formal outfits and is welcomed by another AI Attendant, that escorts her to a fitting booth where after analyzing her appearance gives her several options, Eva is astonished how accurate the AI predicted her taste.
She buys several outfits, she pays with her holo-watch, and goes to another stores buying shoes, sunglasses and some little souvenirs because she wants to be sure that it all really happened when she will get back to her earth.
On her way to exist the same AI Attendant that welcomed her to the mall asks where to send the items she bought, she is confused and then victor intervenes "send it to the presidential residence ". the AI says "your items will be there in an hour, thank you for buying here miss Eva walk, have a nice evening".
Eva gets outside the mall and asks victor to get her back to john home, she had enough for today, an autonomous car gets to her location, this time the car is empty, on the way Eva wonders if things could get more astounding.
She gets to john house and she sees that the item she bought is already in her room, being put into a closet by a robot maid.
Eva takes a shower, and gets ready to sleep, then john knocks on ger door, "so how was your day?"
"it was overwhelming, the autonomous cars, the AI, your speech, and the mall, I saw things we only start to discuss development in my earth, I think I saw enough for the day, I am quite tired so I will go to sleep soon".
"I am happy you enjoyed the day, I will leave you alone because you look like you need a good rest, if you need anything just knock on my rooms door, good night!".
"good night John", john leaves the room and Eva goes to the bed and falls asleep almost immediately.   
Meanwhile john enters a room that looks like his ship command room, victor updates him about all of Eva adventures and experiences, john is happy to know that Eva enjoying her time in Sky-City.
"victor give me a brief about 'The Alpha' upgrades, we need to be prepared to what will happen when we get back to Eva's dimension."
Victor answers "the upgrades are on par with the plan the upgraded shield and warp-drive already in manufacturing process and the new black-hole missiles assembled as we speak, now about the relics that the Zang are using I scanned them and found out that the civilization didn't go extinct as we first thought, but they were from another dimension ,and those  relics are from an outpost they abandoned couple millennia's ago, I still researching their origin but it seems they didn't do a lot of inter-dimensional travel, I will update when I have more data on their whereabouts". 
"do the Zang know?", john asks with worried face. "no they just exploit their weaponry systems and warp tech, as my scans show their Scientists aren't even close to understanding inter-dimensional technology, also the reactor of that outpost didn't survive the time so they don't have even the energy capability to go inter-dimensional", john takes a relief breath and commands victor "find about the inter-dimensional civilization and keep tabs about the Zang progress we don't want more surprises."
"yes, sir I will update you when I have a new information".
John exits the room and goes to get ready for sleep, he knows that this is a beginning of something far bigger than he expected but he tells himself "I came so far, and to think it all was a dream few years ago, so from here it can only get more exiting".

Impossible trilogy part 1

Eva thinks she saw everything, can expect anything and that nothing could get more interesting.

It all changes when she meets john, who takes her on an Unimaginable, unexpectable and the most interesting adventure of her lifetime .

Hao Ren got up using both his hands and feet, all the while holding onto his thigh as he mumbled to himself, "Shit, is it even possible to continue my life as a happy earthling…" 

He was 100% sure that he was still relaxing and enjoying the shade outside his house, surrounded by old streets as well as lanes familiar to him for the past 20 years. The dilapidated house, potholes and cement roads were vividly within his visual field. He had only squinted slightly when the surrounding environment has changed completely. 

Hao Ren found himself standing atop a vast prairie.

Overlooking the endless expanse, was only green grass as tall as his calf. The grass spread out, swayed and danced beneath his feet as the night breeze cooler than that of the city’s hit him. Hao Ren tilted his head and looked towards the sky. What he saw was something he had never seen in the city: a clear and pristine sky filled with stars so bright that the concentrated light made it possible for him to view the scene on the prairie clearly. 

In the distant horizon, two silvery lights of different sizes slowly rose to the sky. A silvery halo could be seen on the edge of the bigger one – two moons!

"I knew I shouldn’t have read that many novels." Hao Ren stared at the two moons which slowly rose up into the sky. The night was covered with stars he did not recognize (Though, he did not know many stars back on earth either). He finally jumped to his feet and exclaimed, "Did I just motherfucking travel through space?"

It was not the first time Hao Ren pinched his thigh with so much strength, he could barely walk in order to determine that he was not dreaming. What in the world was in front of him? Could you actually get thrown into a different world while cooling off by the curb? My God, not to mention, he still had two monsters at home waiting to fed!

Hao Ren’s mind was in a mess, running through countless simulations like a revolving lantern. He could think of several classic cases of inter-world travel. He then thought of the two problems back at home as well as his recently acquired identity as an agent of the Space Administration. Yet, in the end, all his thoughts and ideas just turned into a long sigh. He realized that he could not sit still and wait because he suddenly heard the howling of wolves…

Hao Ren bid a final farewell to his recliner chair and walked towards the direction of the two bright moons. He could vaguely see the silhouette of buildings in that direction. At least, it was a target he could move towards. Of course, he knew that wandering around like a headless chicken in an unfamiliar environment was not the smartest move. He was either aimlessly wasting strength or he waiting to meet with larger threats. Most importantly however, factor was the feeling that he had teleported! The process of reaching the place was unusual in itself. Waiting for someone to save him on site was practically impossible so, he thought he may as well take a look at his surroundings and decide on what to do later. 

"The landing point isn’t even reliable, throwing me onto a prairie as big as this without a tree in sight. How am I supposed to survive?" 

The cold night on the prairie was pressing. Hao Ren could only hold onto his arm as he walked and muttered, "Am I destined to eat grass? If I encounter poisonous grass, I’ll be dead meat. It’d be great if there was a forest. I’d be able to chop a tree and create a workbench. Then maybe, I’d be able to survive…" (Minecraft joke)

Obviously, Hao Ren was not a qualified inter-dimension traveler. A few minutes upon his arrival at an unfamiliar environment, his brain had already run wild. These were not at all the qualities displayed by a qualified inter-world traveler upon entering unfamiliar territory. One should be calm and collected as well as wise and decisive. However, he just could not control his thoughts from running amok. That would at the very least, disperse and reduce the tension plus uneasy feeling that cut right into his bone. He was just a normal person, an obscure citizen muddling through everyday life. Just three days ago, his biggest life crisis was not being able to rent out his house. Just a simple citizen, how could you expect him to calm down, become decisive and smart in such a situation?

The faint howling of wolves could be heard from a distance but then again, it could have simply been illusions caused by the great tension he felt. Hao Ren could not help but think of the werewolf with the tiny brain problem back at home. Lily could also howl like that and it definitely sounded much better. It would have been wonderful if that werewolf was there… Although her mental capacity was quite limited, it should have been enough to deal with wild wolves, right? Anyway, he did not even know whether she would be able to get along with Vivian if he did not manage to return. Both of them would have surely demolished the house. He was going to let them demolish it then, since it would no longer be related to him anyway. 

So, it was with such a chaotic state of mind that Hao Ren walked on a seemingly endless prairie. His surrounding was so vast that he felt as if the scenery around him had not changed at all despite after walking for so long. If not for the reclining chair that had disappeared behind him and the guidance provided by the two bright moons ahead, he might have believed that he was just going in circles around the same spot. 

The surrounding temperature gradually lowered as a windy night on a broad prairie was not something a T-shirt could hold off. At first, Hao Ren felt that the air was fresh and crisp. Yet, as time went by he had begun to miss the slightly hot and polluted air on Earth which surrounded him half an hour ago. 

At that precise moment, another howl could be heard. This time, it was much closer and as clear as day. It was definitely not an illusion. 

Hao Ren felt the hair on his back stand. The sixth sense that he had been harboring for the past 25 years instantly kick-started. He realized that he had unknowingly walk into a tall grass area, with grass tall enough to cover his knee. In all directions, glowing green eyes gradually appeared, like they were floating out from the darkness. 

Shadows of wolves similar to ghosts gradually appeared from within the grass. Hao Ren had no idea how they were able to close the distance that much without him noticing. To be honest, he was completely petrified at that moment. He had seen this scenario before!

Lucky enough, despite being a simple and normal citizen, Hao Ren also had a calm and dependable side. He restrained his impulse to run away and scream loudly as he knew that it would only accelerate his death. Hao Ren confronted the wolf pack, thinking hard to find a way out of the situation. His mind was filled with emotions of hopelessness. He had nowhere to vent. "Can I get any unluckier? To die in this ridiculous situation, what’s up with that!?"

If only he had on him a weapon of defense. Although he knew with certainty that even if he was holding onto the Dragon Yan Yue Spear, it would still be impossible to defeat the 20 to 30 wolves in front of him. However, at least having a weapon would aid in his courage. Unfortunately, after cautiously groping all over his body for a long time, he only found a traditional Nokia… Okay, so this thing is, in a sense, a superweapon. If tied with a stick, it could even possibly become a war hammer. That aside, this was a life and death situation so, we should stop with the jokes! 
The wolves of course, did not grant Hao Ren the chance to be lost in his fantasies and conjectures. As soon as he became distracted, the wolf closest to him rushed towards him without a sound. Hao Ren only saw a dark shadow hurling towards him. Its shape seemed to be different from the wolves of earth. All he could do was subconsciously block it with his arm…

"Landlord! Landlord!" An urging call came by his ear. 

Hao Ren felt a sharp pain coming from his brain. The whole world suddenly became fuzzy and turned upside down. In a semi-conscious state, he opened his eyes. He saw the familiar street, old house and misty, city night sky that had close to zero stars as well as Lily’s stupid face. 

Hao Ren breathed in hard. He did not manage to do this as he was rushed by the wolf. After that, he looked around drowsily. "So, does this mean I’ve returned?"

"What do you mean by return?" Lily exclaimed, poking Hao Ren’s arm before pulling him up. "Landlord, you haven’t returned to the house in half a day. The one with the wings asked me to come get you, and then I saw you lying on the floor. Oh yes, and moaning in a weird manner."

Hao Ren’s arm was almost dislocated as he was pulled up by the mighty yet silly werewolf. Whatever the outcome, he was wide awake at that moment. He noticed that his body was fine and as he turned his head around, saw that the recliner had at some point, fallen on the floor. With that, he concluded that the unbelievably realistic ‘inter-dimensional travel’ experience was only a dream. He was not sure if wanted to cry or laugh. 

However, wasn’t that dream a little too real?

"It’s alright, I just had a dream." Hao Ren waved at Lily, slightly touched that he still had two troublemakers at home who cared about him. If only they would stop fighting each other, that would have been so much better. Just as Hao Ren waved his hand, he noticed something sticking out from the gaps of his tightly clenched fist, an aftereffect of his nightmare—a handful of black, wolf fur.

"Fuck!" Hao Ren jumped up and threw the wolf fur away as if they were burning coal.

 "What the hell!?" 



As a person who is down-to-earth as well as a good Samaritan, Hao Ren desires to live the rest of his life as a benevolent landlord. Stumbling into a curious yet mysterious lady, he began his journey of “collecting” abnormal and supernatural tenants. 
His life only became more chaotic when he receives a labor contract from “God”. Discover the many races, myths and worlds that lie beyond what humans define as normal! This bizzare fantasy full of fun is sure to bring you on a crazy rollercoaster of emotions!



I don't know how it started, but I can make sure I was at an inter-provincial bus terminal where I once took my mom to visit my grandmother. Wait? Doesn't that mean I'm only 10 years old? 

Impossible? I saw myself coming back. How could I, now in the physique of a 16 year old high school girl. Then what am I here for? Is this real or is this an overly vivid dream? 

And to my bewilderment, I even looked at myself who was 10 years old riding the inter-city bus with my mom. This is weird. And I can clearly hear the voice of the busker who entered shortly after the bus was running. 

The faint of a song entered through the voice of the busker .. 

Kalau sudah tiada baru terasa, bahwa kehadirannya sungguh berharga 

(When you are not there, you will feel that his presence is really valuable) 

Sungguh berat aku rasa kehilangan dia 

(It's really hard I feel losing him) 

Sungguh berat aku rasa hidup tanpa dia 

(It's really hard for me to live without him) 

Kehilangan (Lost) - Rhoma Irama 

And I just realized that I forgot this moment. The moment when my mother cried only because of the sound of a busker singing classic songs in the 80's. This is weird. Mama lost who? Isn't my mother's family still intact? 

"My son .." said Mama softly. 

And the dream just ended. The sensation of falling asleep that was there was slowly disappearing. A wave of dizziness began to creep up. I know it's time to wake up. However, it turns out that the process of getting up from sleep is not that easy. 

The waves of light headedness that were previously only felt were constantly rising and the sensation almost made the head burst. These eyes haven't wanted to open yet. I know there's still a dozen minutes or so before the eyes are really ready to open. 

I remembered the previous dream. The dream was too vivid, I even thought it wasn't a dream. Wait! My son? Who is he? Mama has never called someone like that. Mama is also have an only child, that's me. Who did you mean by 'son'? 

While waiting for my eyes to really open and wake up, my head continues to bombard with all the things that require me to detail the dream just now. On the other hand I realized, this body is tired. I don't usually wake up tired. There is something strange. 

Morning light greets me, I wake up confused. I? Overnight? Reflexively I stood up, the throb in my head made me have to hold on to the table. Then something hit me, Tandrie! 

"Egh .." I heard a moaning voice. Tandrie, I hope you are all right. I immediately ran to another room in this student council room. School is quite quiet because I just remembered it was Sunday. 

"Tandrie!" I'm at a loss for words. Tandrie's condition is far from fine. All of his clothes are gone. He just cloaked his shirt in the waist area. I'm afraid to imagine what might happen. My tears intensified when I noticed the blood around his groin. 

Please don't tell me, Tandrie was brutally raped. His lips are swollen. Red marks almost all over his body. Even his consciousness is now on the verge of limits. 

"Hang in there, I'll take you to the hospital." My tears broke. I dare not contact papa yet. The minutes passed very slowly as I waited for the ambulance. Fifteen minutes seemed fifteen hours. 

Myself was attacked by a very, very fear. Please save my brother. Please Tandrie don't leave me. All this time I only made you suffer. I only care about my own happiness. I will be very sorry if Tandrie gets damaged because of me. 

"Doctor, how..how is my brother?" my throat hurts because I keep crying and there hasn't been any liquid that has entered my throat. I saw the doctor sighed heavily. 

"He is still unconscious. His physical injuries are quite severe, I hope you can calm down. There is no permanent physical damage. But what is more worrying is that his soul is shaken, the patient is desperate to live." 

I heard mama's cry broke out again. I only dared to call papa-mama after Tandrie was handled in the ER. 

"Please motivate patients to wake up." continued the doctor 

As soon as the doctor said that sentence, mama fainted. 

"Mama!" me and papa shouted spontaneously. 

Stupid tandrie! Do not give up. Fight for life! Let me fight now, big bro. I'm sorry I let you fight alone. Let me make up for my mistakes first. Please, get back! 

I don't know since when I became a person who counts the days. Details of every time that has passed. Yes, this is the 40th day when Tandrie is still to close his eyes. Our situation? Everything is sad. No one else has been able to smile since then. 

Mama, with her eyes getting blackened and trying to be strong, did not lose consciousness of Tandrie's condition. Papa, is by far the most rational, but who knows? Aren't men really good at hiding their emotions. 

It's also what Tandrie, the older brother I never wanted, might have experienced. He must have emotional turmoil that is not simple. And just because he was a boy, he learned to solve all problems without any obvious emotional turmoil. 

Myself? Believe me wallowing in regret is very painful. If only there wasn't any remaining love from papa and mama, maybe I would have been kicked out of this family. My behavior is unforgivable. I've been too mean to him all this time. Indeed, Tandrie's wound was not solely because of me, but I increasing his wound to the limit that he could bear mentally and physically. So, you already know how bad I am? 

Please don't pity me. Let me torment with my regrets. As long as Tandrie was not like all, thoughts of hurting myself kept popping up inside me. What can I make up for all the mistakes I've made? 

Mama and papa did not even bring back anything that had happened in the past. That's it! I would prefer them to at least hurt me a little so that this guilt lessens a little. 

"Ma .." 

"Yes, dear?" Please Mom, why don't you just yell at me? 

"How?" I can not continue my sentence. I'm curious but also afraid to hear the answer. 

"Your brother still wants to sleep." Mama replied calmly. Mom's tears seem to have run dry or is it just my feeling? I don't know, what I think is that stoic face he tries to put on day by day. 

The doctor was not lying, Tandrie was not conscious to this day. My tears are dry. Mama was so shocked that she didn't even want to look me in the eye. I'm hurt actually, but my sadness and guilt is deeper. Only papa can think rational, papa immediately reported to the police and criminalized my senior, Martin the student president. 

That night I don't know what happened, but for sure Tandrie gave up everything for me, the little sister who was always mean to him. I didn't think Tandrie would take that risk. Why should you spare such great guilt, Tandrie? 

"Honey, I want to show you something." Finally mama looked at me .

[Series 1 : Ch 1-7]

May 3
…… Nana, am I really bothering you? Take away your happiness? Sorry, Nana. I'll never tired say sorry to you.

I'll go away, it's going better for you? It's not fair, I know, suddenly sneaked into your life and messed things up. Before all I leave back, brother wants to give you a present. May I?


[Series 2 : CH 8-15 ]

All piled up. I am a gay. I won't deny, since I've been active in SSE (same sex experience) even though I don't want. Still I am more than just SSA (same sex attraction). I, after a dozen years of therapy, have not been as romantically attracted to women as I am to men.

And this is what makes me cry, I even still have feelings for Martin. Even though he has ruined my life, I can't deny that feeling is still there. Coupled with the sexual violence that I experienced, I suffered from fugue amnesia and post traumatic stress disorder. I was sick at the thought of sacrificing the future of a woman and maybe my children if I had to be with a man like me for the rest of his life.

"Don't force Tandrie to get married, Pa." Finally the word slid off. This is my first refusal as a father's son. I was able to fulfill papa's other wishes, but not for that. "Sorry Tandrie can't complete half of Tandrie's religion."


[Series 3 : Ch 16-last + 2 Extra]

Albert was in front of him, returned with all perfection. And as Reyna said, Tandrie's single is a big opportunity for back to old love. There are only two ways, go or marriage a woman. The first option is difficult for Tandrie, and leaves and breaks off his doctoral study which has just started. That's so irresponsible.

The second option, build new love with a woman. Let's just bold, italic and underline the word woman. This is more difficulty for Tandrie. Maybe even the biggest. Tandrie is still not straight, even though he believes he is not gay. However, a piece of his life as a gay bottom made him struggling to be straight.

So, what should I do?
#StraightPride

[Woo-wook hits you out]

 [Vieira steps backwards and confronts him.]

 Swipe.

 Hoyoung's eyes turned straight ahead.

 It doesn't feel very good on the screen, but from the standpoint of playing football, the opponent feels exceptionally large.

 Imagine a black man over 190 centimeters standing right in front of you.

 Of course, I did not have to deal with giants.

 but.

 'Strong.'

 In Vieira there was an aura that was felt just by looking at it.

 It feels like a huge barrier is in front of you.

 In front of him, there could be no room for other thoughts.

 In the common sense it was usually correct.

 No matter how well-developed Serie striker is, he will be able to play his best when playing against him.

 However.

 Iii.

 Ho Young spread his vision wide.

 At the same time, Vieira tried not to let concentration go to the end.

 Multitasking.

 It was never spared.

 In pursuit of the other attack path was to open a variety of possibilities.

 And it wasn't Vieira who would not notice the action.

 My pride was hurt by the fact that I was selling my eyes in front of myself.

 This taste was roughly crushed and the body moved first.

 It was then that Hoyoung's breath stopped.

 Tadak.

 When both feet moved simultaneously, the surroundings seemed to be quiet as time stopped.

 The atmosphere that had sunk was high.

 [Oh, Woo-Young peeled Vieira!]

 [Well, Woo-young!  Hit it out without clogging!]

 Suddenly, Vieira doubted his eyes.

 If it's a wits, if he's second, isn't he?

 In the last years he was evaluated as having a beast.

 This was a difference in muscle morphology, and it was an advantage for blacks.

 But pierced.

 'Seed······.'

 Swallowed Nausea

 Instead, he quickly turned to reach Ho-young.

 It was indeed a veteran-like response.

 Even though he was old, his persistence, determination, and mental power were still the world's best.

 However.

 [Vieira follows, but seems inadequate.  Woo Ho Young has already crossed the 2nd line.]

 His aging legs weren't good enough to keep up with Roh Young's dribbling speed.

 Believe it was only Cambiasso in the rear.

 And then it was.

 Fuzzy!

 [U-young and Cambiasso collide.]

 [Cambiaso comes near you and smashes you quickly.]

 Cambiaso, who was watching the movement of Woo Ho Young all the time, tried to fight with his uniform.

 In the meantime, Vieira chased him and struck Hoyoung from behind.

 This was Mourinho's defensive tactics.

 [I was sorry for Woo Young but it was definitely a good attempt.]

 It was definitely a good try.

 Because there's an unexpected harvest.

 [Disturbance Concentration (A +)]

 Mentality talent after a long time.

 'You have this potential.'

 When I thought about it, I didn't seem to know anything about myself.

 So I was more excited.

 You can grow more in the future.

 First half 25 minutes.

 Mourinho tweaks the formation.

 [Inter showing a strong appearance from the beginning.  At first, he came out with 4-1-2-1-2, but changed the line spacing to 4-3-1-2.]

 The 4-1-2-1-2 formation, also known as the diamond 4-4-2, was the favorite tactic of the subject Mourinho during FC Porto.

 Last year, Manchini's Inter also used 4-1-2-1-2.

 So most experts thought that Mourinho would use 4-1-2-1-2 as it is.

 But in reality there were some differences.

 Mourinho boldly abandoned the existing 4-1-2-1-2 and built his own philosophy to create a 4-3-1-2 formation.

 Inter, transformed in the Mourinho system, came to this place by daring to discard the center and to choose the side.

 [Finally football philosophy is a firm coaching tactics.  Zlatan Ibrahimovic and Adriano, two-top at the front, are opening up space.]

 [Attack on the side is increasing.  And the game is being solved well.]

 [This is not the same interview as Ibrahimovic last week.]

 Just one week before losing to Napoli, Zlatan criticized Mourinho in an interview.

 I don't want to run on the side.  If I keep trying to get me sideways like this, I have no choice but to do it my way.  Of course we are doing well.  It's great to be in the Champions League quarter-finals, but football is not a win at all.  It's a win if we're running around on the field and think we've done it well.  Several other attackers have the same idea.  We are forefront attackers, not side attackers.  Wanting a chance to score more goals in the center is obvious as an attacker.  Sometimes it's easier to stand with Crespo and two-tops.  In this regard, Mourinho should consult our thoughts.

 It was an interview with many things.

 Mourinho puts more emphasis on tactics, and Zlatan's interviews were just as challenging the coach.

 It naturally spread to discord and spread to the world through numerous speculation articles.

 With that in mind, Mourinho and Zlatan ruled that they would compromise each other for the Champions League.

 But when I opened the lid, the game was 180 degrees different from the interview.

 Zlatan was faithful to Mourinho's words rather than dissatisfaction and was following the tactics.

 So, the first half was taken overwhelmingly by Inter.

 The score was unbalanced in the first 35 minutes.

 [Zantetti, Zlatan penetrates centrally in place of the missing spot.]

 [At the same time, pass a little pass to Zlatan on the right side.]

 Zlatan, from the side, gave a quick and accurate pass to Maicon, who ran like a beast.

 [Michael catches the ball as Zlatan enters the box]

 [Hoberto Carlos is stuck!]

 Fuzzy!

 "······!"

 Maicon was out of Carlos' realm with a solid body.

 Immediately following was his patent, Sharp Cross.

 [Raising cross from the diagonal!]

 [Go beyond Zlatan's height to the rear space!]

 [Adriano is flooding!]

 "Focus!"

 "You're on the other side!"

 "Damn it."

 The box was uproar.

 Cannavaro, who should have caught Adriano, missed his quick aggression.

 And.

 Cheongung!

 I allowed heading intact.

 Inter was the first goal.

 [Go oh oh!

 [Adrianou's header is cleared by Real Madrid.  It was a powerful heading shot that plugged into the floor with a huge jump.]

 [Sorry.  But Casillas reacted like a miracle.  The penetration and heading was great.]

 God-given talent Adriano.

 At the age of 27, Pom died a lot, but he was still alive with his sense of goal.

 [Physical, called invincible, can't be seen anymore, but the positioning, space grip and power are still there.  That heavy cannavaro can't get stuck.]

 Inter was right here.

 There are players with excellent crosses such as Maicon, Quaresma, and Luis Figo, and players with excellent rights like Adriano, Zlatan and Crespo.

 It was a disaster for Real Madrid.

 And more seriously, after exactly 10 minutes, they allowed additional goals in a nearly similar pattern.

 This time Zlatan Ibrahimovic scored.

 Real Madrid's attackers pushed hard, but Walter Samuel, Ivan Cordoba and Davide Santon showed a defensive defense.

 Even through the defense, the spider hand Julio Cesar was standing in front of the goal.

 In the end, Real Madrid couldn't save a decisive opportunity for 45 minutes and had to finish the first half without scoring.

 Away team locker room sighed.

 Having shown nothing throughout the first half, they were very painful mentally.

 It was only two points away, but it was terrible that the shots were helpless enough to hit a good shot.

 Ho-young sat in the corner and thought alone.

 'All is dried.'

 It started as if Schuster was involved in Mourinho's psychological war, and just before, it seemed as if he had been obsessed with something.

 And there was one thing that didn't make sense until now.

 'Hmm.'

 Interview with Zlatan, who had just been in trouble.

 And the discord between Mourinho and the Squad.

 It was certainly a big win for Real Madrid.

 Bernd Schuster, in particular, was very pleased with the fact and prepared a tactic.

 I don't know how much time I've spent just training for it.

 Most had guessed so.

 They'll either boldly drop Zlatan from the entry, or they'll be compromised properly and placed in the central striker.

 But today, Mourinho did not change anything.

 'why?'

 Did the handsome Zlatan kill her in front of Mourinho?

 If not, the answer was one.

 'Smoking operation.'

 Doubt, of course, but I believed the interview because the subject was Zlatan.

 He had enough personality to do so.

 'You were completely in psychological warfare.'

 Feeling hit by the back of the hammer.

 Indeed it is a master.

 If Guardiola had the ability to play a "soccer ball" with one hand, Mourinho had the ability to hold and shake a game called "football" with both hands.

 'Guardiola is great, but Mourinho is no joke.'

 I've seen it myself.

 Why is the interviewing ability of directors so important?

 His short, bold psychological warfare was the driving force behind Inter.

 Ho Young didn't know that Inter would be so strong.

 The 0809 season he knew was not at this level.

 But I actually went through a different story.

 So how strong is the Inter in season 0910?

 Invisible fear seemed to devour even the locker room.

 However.

 'It's a way to overcome.'

 gulp.

 Swallowed out of bed while swallowing fear.

 Raul and Zidane were talking to Schuster.

 Hoyoung opened his mouth.

 "We need to reverse the atmosphere."

 The visual home team locker room.

 Pair up.

 Two applause sounds ringing lightly.

 It was Mourinho who entered the locker room with two goals.

 'You can just go like this.'

 Everything was going according to plan.

 An interview with Schuster to turn the press arrow to inject pressure.

 A false interview instructed Zlatan to break the team's discord.

 Everything worked.

 It was time to finish.

 "Everyone gathers.  The first half was good.  But the second half should be better.  Why?  It is because Woo Ho-young's determination is on fire.  It's not magic, it's human talent.  Do you understand? "

 "Yes."

 "I know."

 "They are as good as they are."

 "Yes, I wish I knew.  What should you do?  Focus on defense.  In particular, find out when Woo-young is not dangerous and when he is dangerous.  And then, Vieira and Cambiasso are both struck at the same time.  You have to start differently than in the first half.  He would have already figured out our defensive tactics. "

 "Okay!"

 Inter's momentum seemed to pierce the sky.

 Finally, Mourinho added a few words.

 "It is always me who leads you on the forefront.  You just have to follow me.  Go out and fight  The only place we go is Rome.  In bocca al lupo. "

 "Crepi il lupo!"

 After the Italian for good luck, they stepped into the stadium, dreaming of a final.

 And the dream began to break when the whistle of the referee ringed.

 It was also coincident with Woo Ho-young's crazy start.

Woo Hoyoung has returned to the past and gained the ability to steal the abilities of others!

His goal is to now become the greatest soccer player to have ever existed.

"Write With love" 
We don't know What Will happen 
tomorrow but still we set alarms. But what if we wake and off alarm in another ' planet B'.
Maran sets an alarm to wake at 6 o' clock as he 
has to participate at an inter-zonal story telling 
competition. 
Alarm rang at 6' o clock he woke up and 
was staggered to see that he was in a mattress as soft 
as feathers of peacock and his bed is not of wood but sparkling platinum. A man knocks the door, he 
gathered dare and opens the door.
" fush! ,Sh! Hello sir, here is the coffee you drink 
everyday." Again to astonish him the Buttler had 3 
eyes , wheels as leg and steering as hands. 
Aphrodami 
drinks it and it tasted the best as cappuccino. He went 
to take bath and afterwards the dress from wardrobe 
itself came to him and made him dressed well. He 
opened the door and was about to step when he saw 
it was river drowning there.
Then he calls Buttler and he takes him out. He roam 
all round, in eager he asked Buttler where was he. 
The Buttler replied "sir you are in planet B". 
Aphrodami was very shocked to see the planet. The 
whole planet was technology advanced so much, that 
they had time machine, they had inter- and intra planet travel services that too at any temperature 
and even out of the milky way. The thing which 
stunned him the most was that the head of the planet 
was a rat. He went to him and told him about his 
story that he is from another planet known as Earth 
near to venus 0.000015828 light years awayfrom 
Earth. 
He welcomed him with gratitude and gift him a time 
machine. He drove it and went to the time when this 
planet got birth. He saw that rats are driving a car 
and landing here. The dinosaurs were locked in a 
cage and made servants there. He clicked the fast￾forward button and saw everything that happened in 
the planet. 
He got a jerk after knowing that there was a huge 
war between rats and dinosaurs.
The dinosaurs were defeated and a major explosion 
was made in the planet Earth that vanished all 
dinosaurs. Some rats liked the planet and stayed 
there. He also saw book in which all this was written. 
He went to the office of the Planet- B 's head. He 
described everything and in fear stammered and said 
that he want to go back home.
He locked him in jail. He heard the conversation 
between the head and his P. A that they are all set to 
war against Earth and vanish the enemies also known 
as humans. He was in fear. But as we know the even 
animals have curtesy. Buttler raised voice against 
this and at last there was a war between the 
government and the people. 
Luckily the population were triumphant. But there 
were some worse impacts of the war. 
Still they sent him back to Earth. He took the book 
with him. Suddenly he hears a sound, " tring! 
Tring!". He woke up and see the clock that time is 6. 
30. A. M. He smiled in relief that it wasn't reality but a 
dream for a boasting tomorrow. 
He tells the same story in the competition and backs 
gold medal. When he return he saw a book on his 
table in which it was written that ' how we came to planet B' ?

The jist of MAARANS' Stories. Maaran a boy who always gets motivational dreams for a boasting tomorrow. this is a never ending journey of dreams. let's enjoy his dreams.

"You guys surely have heard about the inter-provincial race that will be held soon," Coach Henri folded his hands across his back. "I will choose Dylan and Gabby to represent our school,"
What?!
How could Coach Henri choose the new kid to take part in the inter-province competition?
Almost all of the members turned and saw Cindy's face. From year to year, the girl had always been chosen to take part in big competitions. But why didn't Coach Henri choose her this time?
Why did it have to be Gabby? Why not her?
"Sorry sir, but why must Gabby represent our school? Is she really good enough to take part in the inter-province competition?" Cindy's friend asked.
"Yes, why does it have to be her?" Another girl nodded her head. "Gabby just joined our team, she hasn't been trained long enough like Cindy. What if Gabby taints the good name of our team and school?"
"I never thought you would abandon Cindy!"
"It turns out that the rumors circulating are true. You like Gabby, don't you?"
"Cindy is obviously better than Gabby, but why does the coach prefer Gabby?"
Hearing the protests from the rest of her team made Gabby lower her head. Her entire body felt hot, as if it was surrounded by flames. She was annoyed because no one believed she could make the school proud.
"Shut up!" Coach Henri shouted.
"So you're telling me it's fair if I choose Cindy?" Coach Henri asked.
"Yes, sir," they answered in unison.
"As I used to say," Coach Henri looked at their faces one by one. "Strength is the main standard that I use in choosing members to take part in competitions outside of school, not how long they've been on our team. And now I stick to that standard!"
"Since Cindy won the inter-city competition last year, she has become arrogant. Cindy rarely practices and always underestimates training. Do I need to remind you again how many times she was absent?" Coach Henri continued.
"Sir," Cindy looked up. "I understand quite well what you have been teaching so far. So what if I take a day off? I am also a human sir, I need to rest,"
"Alas, that's not what I meant," Coach Henri shook his head. "It is what it is. You and Gabby will compete and whoever wins will become our school's representative,"
"Come on Cindy, you can do it!"
"Yes! Finish the new kid. Show your skills Cindy!"
Hearing her cheers made Cindy feel confident. The girl clenched her fists, she was so determined to beat Gabby. Whatever happened, she must hold her position as the school's representative to participate in competitions between provinces.
Cindy gallantly walked into the middle of the field. The girl's chest was slightly puffed out. She then turned and nodded her head to her friends. Sometimes she waved her hand when she heard her name being called from several directions.
'So arrogant,' Gabby thought to herself.
Gabby and Cindy were standing in the middle of the field two meters apart. Coach Henri walked to the center while wearing his whistle necklace. 
"It's a shame that I have to let this match happen," Coach Henri glanced at Cindy. "Since it's only to prove that she still deserves to take part in competitions outside of school,"
Cindy frowned as she heard Coach Henri's sarcasm. Why would her current coach prefer to defend Gabby over her, a longtime member of the team?
Nevermind, forget it. Now she was determined to drop the new kid's body that always smelled of sweat. She couldn't wait to get viral for breaking Gabby's hand.
"New kid," Cindy smiled mockingly. "If I hurt you later, don't be shy to wave your hand. It's a pity if you get hurt just because of my kick,"
Gabby ignored Cindy's words and kept her focus on Coach Henri. The girl then nodded her head, signaling that she was ready to compete.
"The match is about to start, don't let your opponent injure you!" Coach Henri ordered.
Hearing that made Gabby and Cindy immediately put up their stances. The atmosphere around them suddenly became silent. Even students who had just arrived at school stopped to watch them.
Cindy looked at Gabby's face with jealousy. Not long afterward, when Gabby had no sign of advancing, Cindy screamed. While screaming, the girl ran over to Gabby.
"Damn, I should have brought my cell phone here," a student from the crowd whined.
Once they were not too far apart, Cindy stomped her foot and jumped high. When the girl didn't hit the ground, her legs stretched out, intending to kick Gabby in the chest.
Gabby narrowed her eyes and then clenched her fists. When the distance between them grew close, Gabby lifted her leg. She kicked Cindy hard in the lower abdomen.
Cindy fell on the ground and grimaced in pain. Her lower stomach suddenly hurt, so she couldn't stand up right away. Seeing Gabby's face that looked flat made Cindy furious.
"Wow, crazy. How come Cindy lost right away?" One of the karate team members asked.
The match hadn't lasted 30 seconds but Cindy was already on the ground. The girl screamed again as she tried to stand up and ran over to Gabby. The field was still filled with cheers, but this time they weren't shouting her name– it was Gabby.
Gabby raised both eyebrows and her chin, as if challenging Cindy. The girl's right leg was in front and her hands were tightly clenched.
"Hahaha, this is the first time I have seen two girls killing each other," one of the students whispered.
"Same, bro," his friend nodded his head. "She's small but her kicks are strong too!"
"Hey Billy," he put his hand on Billy's shoulder. "Your dream girl is pretty cool too,"
"Yeah, yeah," Billy smiled broadly. "If she's not cool, there's no way I could like her,"
"Oh yeah, did you ever get hit by Gabby?" His friend asked.
"Yes, of course!" Billy replied confidently.
"Heee, this is the first time I know that someone is proud because he was hit by a girl," his friend teased.
Hearing the cheering of Gabby's name all around made Cindy bite her lower lip. She had run out of ways to beat Gabby. Finally, she made a move of her own. The important thing was that she had to throw a kick into Gabby's chest.
However, the more nervous Cindy got, the more she messed up her own movements. Without realizing it, she felt her body fall to the ground. It didn't take long before she felt Gabby's leg grip her neck.
"H-hey," Cindy tapped Gabby's leg. "Stop... I give up,"
Cindy's face turned red because she almost ran out of oxygen. The girl weakly tried to get Gabby's leg off her neck. But it seemed like Gabby didn't hear her whimper.
"Please stop, I have given up!" Cindy exclaimed loudly.
Finally, after a while, Gabby removed her legs from locking Cindy's neck. Suddenly, the cheers for her sounded even louder.
"Gabby! You're so cool!"
"Woww…!"
"Gabby, please choke me too!" Billy shouted.


“Hey cute boy! Get some orange juice for me! " Gabby ordered Michael. Without a word Michael immediately got up from where he was sitting.

At first Gabby doesn't like Michael very much - he spoke too softly, he was too slim, his skin was too white and his face was too pretty. No wonder Michael is being chased by girls at his school. Imposible to be a friend, even to be engaged with him.

But somehow Michael always followed and obeyed all of Gabby's orders. Meanwhile, Gabby is the most tomboyish girl in the world. No matter how beautiful or how popular the other girls are after him, Michael looks like a kitten following his mother wherever Gabby goes.

Rumors have sprung up, speculation regarding what magic Gabby used to ensnare Michael? How could the handsome prince of the school be willing to be a pet and carry out all of Gabby's orders?

Helo there
When iam in my god even childhood I was so happy with family and my parents get diverse my mother died in my 5th class I have a elder sister afther that grand pa and my uncle raised us they take very good care about us but we know that after all I miss my mother a lot😔😭after my 10th i went to Narayana for inter college in Hyderabad at first I 💭 I can make more friends in hostal but I don't why... 
     I have no friends they didn't even treat me as like a friend 🙄 I always wonder why his happening to me and I always cry I never let know this to my parents after that I have one friend she had a brother who is one year younger than me I like him his name is HARI but he doesn't even took a look at me even once but I will play with chat with him but he can't tell me that he likes me... Iam so confused that time like that so many years passed but I am not 🚫 stopped liking him 
    When I was in 11th I went to the function and I am talking to the boy who is the friend of hari i don't know why he so fast to me and said don't dare to talk and walked awayand I was like 🤦🤦after that I went to collage and I completed my 12th and I came to the sweetest place which is home 🏠 then in the next morning 🌄 hari call me and said come to the ground so I went there and finally HE PROPOSED ME 😍😍...wow 
I think ok all things are going well and I was thinking 🤔 what I have to do for my life my mother dream is I want to become a lawyer and I was supposed to do that but I dropped because my uncle told that his jod doesn't work it's not ok to do so I leave it and my dream is want to become a pilot and it was 50 lakhs almost I was thinking is this ok for do I know that my parents can't afford for this but I want to become a pilot....I WILL TELL THE REMAINING STORY IF IT SUCCESS 
                               💟 THANK YOU 💟

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