Reincarnated as a Scholar: But I only write Erotica-Chapter 4: Reincarnation

The sun had already begun dipping below the horizon as Lin Mao made his way home. He walked aimlessly; hands tucked into his pockets.

"Why did I escape without punishment?" he muttered to himself.

The question ate at him. Was it beauty? The captivating grace of Chu Ha that made the principal forget his duties. Or was it greed? His own desire to avoid trouble?

Or perhaps... it was lust? The powerful force that makes men forget their duties, actions, and justice for a mere glance or smile.

He let out a bitter laugh. What a world we live in...

If beauty can bend authority so easily, what chance do truth and honor stand in this world?

As he turned a corner, the distant ring of a temple bell echoed softly in the air. The sound was oddly soothing, making the city around him feel quieter, more distant.

He lifted his gaze to the sky. "I wonder," he whispered, watching the clouds drift. "What if the tables turn one day? What if I'm the one crushed under someone else's power... or beauty?"

The thought sent an unsettling chill down his spine.

He laughed suddenly, shaking off the thought. "Listen to me," he said, grinning at his words. "Thinking like I am some philosopher or a tragic hero in a story..."

Just as the thought crossed his mind—

A blinding flash of light fell on his face. His heart skipped a beat as he squinted his eyes, instinctively turning away. What the hell?

BEEP! BEEP!

A deafening noise followed, sending goosebumps prickling across his skin. He froze, realizing the source—a massive bus heading toward him at full speed.

Panic gripped him as he glanced around frantically. To his horror, he was standing in the middle of the road.

When did I walk into traffic—?

BAMMM!

The impact sent his body flying. Time seemed to slow, each moment dragging endlessly as his thoughts fragmented, his vision fading into nothingness.

Is this it? Just like this?

Where is Beau...?

And then—

Everything went black.

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"Ahhh... What happened?"

Lin Mao screamed as he jolted awake, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. A sharp ache throbbed in his skull, and he winced, clutching his head with both hands.

Slowly, he pushed himself upright, the world around him spinning for a moment before settling into focus.

Something was... off.

The soft rustling of grass beneath his fingers was the first thing he noticed. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the scenery. Instead of concrete and bus, he found himself surrounded by towering trees, their jade-colored leaves shimmering faintly under the sunlight.

"Where... where am I? Is this... heaven?" His voice trembled with uncertainty as he stared at the otherworldly landscape. Everything seemed too vivid, too surreal.

Before he could gather his thoughts, a soft, graceful voice shattered the silence.

"Lin Mao, your presence is required by the Master of the Pavilion. You are to proceed with the utmost urgency."

Lin Mao flinched and turned his head around. Standing before him was a man so breathtakingly beautiful that Lin Mao forgot to breathe for a second. His features were flawless, almost inhuman.

His long, black hair flowed like a waterfall, swaying gently in the breeze. He wore a flowing snow-white robe, resembling both hanfu and kimono from Earth.

For a long moment, Lin Mao simply stared, utterly captivated by the vision before him.

"Heaven," he whispered in awe. "This really is heaven."

The man raised an eyebrow, but his expression remained serene and unbothered by Lin Mao's gawking.

Lin Mao suddenly straightened and smacked his own cheeks. "No!" he said, shaking his head. "I ain't gay... Control yourself, Lin Mao! Control yourself!"

The handsome man's calm exterior cracked slightly as a flicker of confusion passed over his perfect features. "What?"

Lin Mao coughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. "I mean... I'm alive, right? This isn't heaven. This isn't a dream."

The man studied him for a moment before simply tilting his head. "Follow me."

Without another word, he turned and began walking. His steps were impossibly graceful, and his robe flowed behind him like a river of silk.

Lin Mao hesitated, but curiosity got the better of him. "Hey, wait a second! Who's the Master of the Pavilion? Where am I? And why does everything smell like... heaven?"

The man didn't answer but gave only a small smile as he led him deeper into the strange forest.

As they walked, Lin Mao's eyes widened with each step. The trees were shimmering under the sunlight like jade, and the sounds of birds chirping only added to the mystical nature of the forest.

After walking for some time, they finally emerged into an open space. Lin Mao stopped dead in his tracks, his mouth hanging open. "Whoa..."

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Before him stood a colossal building. Its architecture was straight out of the historical Chinese novels that he had spent countless nights reading. It was towering high, with countless floors that seemed to touch the sky. Adorned with rich designs, its curved roofs curled upward like a crescent moon.

Lanterns hung from the corners, their soft glow illuminating the patterns etched into the wood.

Above the grand entrance, a massive plaque was displayed in bold, golden characters:

Sky Moon Pavilion

Lin Mao's eyes sparkled with excitement. "It's... it's exactly like the ones from those Xianxia novels!" He grinned like a child, barely containing his enthusiasm.

"Is this for real? Look at those roofs! And those carvings! This place... this place is incredible!"

His gaze swept across the courtyard, taking in the sight before him. Smaller pavilions, each unique in design, were scattered as far as he could see, each connected to the other by narrow stone paths.

The entire scene exuded an otherworldly, almost divine charm.

"It's like a whole village."