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"Why are you back...?"
Sebastian looked at Fiora in disbelief. He had thought he would never see her again in his life, but Fiora had actually returned on her own.
Fiora's expression remained cold. Ever since yesterday, Fiora had maintained this cold expression:
"I heard everything you just said from outside the door."
Sebastian hung his head in sha, as if mustering imnse Courage, he squeezed out these few words:
"Before... it was my... fault... I'm sorry..."
Fiora showed no reaction, just looking at Sebastian:
"Are you done?"
The next second, Fiora's sword was already at her father's neck.
Sebastian did not resist. Even if Fiora killed him, he had no objections now. Sebastian slowly closed his eyes:
"I am not a good father. Chen was right; the person I owe the most in this life is you. It's my own doing, pushing you into the abyss."
"But... we are mbers of the Laurent Family. It doesn't matter if you kill , but you must think for the honor and future of the Laurent Family."
"The marriage has been canceled. The Crownguard Family has challenged our Laurent Family. I am sure to die in this battle, and the Laurent Family will have no standing in Demacia. I hope you will consider the family's honor and help the Laurent Family..."
But Fiora still maintained her icy deanor, without any expression:
"The duel, leave it to ."
"No!"
Sebastian shook his head with all his might:
"I will never agree to let you duel. The Crownguard Family is furious. They will send their strongest duelist. I know you are exceptionally talented, but you absolutely cannot defeat him!"
Fiora's sword drew closer and closer to Sebastian's neck:
"I said, I will duel!"
But Sebastian was unusually firm this ti:
"Who goes is my decision. I will never let you go to your death. If you insist on going, there's only one possibility, and that is if you kill right now!"
Fiora's sword had already cut Sebastian's skin, but Sebastian remained unswayed. This was his choice, and his Salvation.
Finally, Fiora's sword did not strike down. The blade returned to its sheath, and she left without looking back...
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Chen was busily preparing for the New Culture Movent, intending to sweep Demacia with literature.
"The na Chen definitely can't be used. Everyone in Demacia now knows Chen is not a good person. I need to pick a pseudonym."
Chen sat with his legs crossed, contemplating what na would be good:
"How about my pseudonym is Zhou Shuren? A reverse homage to Lu Xun! No, using the na of a martyr isn't good... Forget it, I'll decide later..."
Lux quickly gathered a group of writers. Chen looked at them and said:
"Wait, all your literati in Demacia are won!"
Lux patted her chest, assuring him:
"We were all part of the Demacian Won's Rights Association before, fighting for won's rights. We've published many feminist articles in various Demacian publications..."
"Pfft!"
Chen spat out a mouthful of tea. So, they were already starting to "fight the patriarchy," huh?
But Chen was still very rational. Feminism at this ti was different from the "pastoral feminism" on the internet later. This was about fighting for won's rightful rights, not for all rights.
Chen quickly cald down and said to Lux:
"Alright... But mainly, your current work will still be editing, typesetting, and publishing."
Lux asked with a puzzled expression:
"Aren't you letting us write articles? Are you going to write everything yourself?"
Chen nodded:
"For now, I'll write first. Later, you can learn and then write."
Lux looked confused. Although the New Culture Movent was proposed by Chen, he actually intended to write all the articles himself. Was he crazy?
Chen handed several manuscripts to Lux:
"I've already written a novel. Take it and read it first, then decide whether to publish it in our own magazine or another one."
Lux wanted to see what Chen had written. She took Chen's manuscript and flipped through it slightly:
"diary of a madman? This title? What is this about?"
Chen was unperturbed. He was not the true author of "diary of a madman"; he was rely a "preacher" and translator, translating Chinese into the common language of Runeterra.
Chen was full of confidence in this novel:
"You read it first."
Lux sat aside and began to read.
anwhile, Chen continued translating "A Modest Proposal for the Reform of Literature."
It didn't take Lux long to finish the novel. She found that the cold sweat on her back had soaked her clothes. She gasped for air and turned to the first page again.
An hour later, Lux had read it three tis. She controlled her shock and walked step by step to Chen, deliberating for a long ti before saying to him:
"What exactly did you write?"
Chen felt that he would never reach the heights of Mr. Lu Xun, so he directly answered with the original text:
"Everything needs to be studied to be understood. People have always eaten people since ancient tis, I rember it too, but not very clearly. I opened the history books and checked; this history had no dates, and on every crooked page were written the words 'Benevolence, Righteousness, Morality.'"
For the first ti, Lux felt such pain from an article, and for the first ti, she felt that words had such powerful strength. This "diary of a madman" had no ornate words, but it contained a profound era hidden between the lines!
Lux understood half of it but didn't fully grasp it. She asked Chen for guidance:
"When you say 'eat people,' do you an literally eating people?"
Chen smiled faintly:
"No, it's 'etiquette' eating people."
Lux suddenly understood. She couldn't control her excited emotions:
"Fiora, she's already been eaten until only bones are left, and I'm about to be put in the pot too..."
Lux quickly walked up to Chen. Her previous doubts and distrust were swept away. She earnestly said to Chen:
"Mr. Su, I want to beco your disciple! Please be my literature teacher from now on!"
"Huh?"
Chen was stunned. This was unexpected. His own literary level wasn't really at the point of teaching others.
But Mr. Lu Xun was sowhat his teacher, and also a teacher to later generations of Chinese people. Lu Xun's articles would also appear on the land of Demacia, so Chen did not refuse:
"Writing mostly relies on one's own understanding and comprehension, but you can read all these articles as soon as they're available. If you don't understand, you can ask . I can help you comprehend the articles; I won't directly teach you how to write. You'll have to grasp writing yourself."
Lux was overjoyed:
"Thank you, Mr. Su!"
Chen nodded and said to Lux:
"For this piece, do you think we should print and distribute it ourselves, or sell it sowhere else?"
Lux pondered, pinching her fingers as she replied:
"Mr. Su, if we publish it ourselves, our reputation is small, and not many people will see it. Putting such an article there would be a waste. Let's build up our reputation first and submit it to the most popular Demacia Weekly. That magazine has a very good relationship with our family..."
Chen believed that these comrcial matters, since Lux was familiar with Demacia, could be entrusted to her without issue:
"Good, let's do it that way."
"Wait, Mr. Su, what na will you use for publication? Your real na, or a pseudonym?"
"A pseudonym. This 'diary of a madman' will be published under the na Lu Xun."
"Lu Xun, alright."
"Wait, there are a few more here. This 'A Modest Proposal for the Reform of Literature' is signed Hu Shi, and this 'The Victory of Bolshevism' is signed Chen Duxiu."
"Teacher, why do you use so many pseudonyms?"
"These are not my pseudonyms; these are the pseudonyms of my teachers!"
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