[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten":3,"chapter-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-619":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Simulated to Reality: I Once Looked Down Upon Ten Thousand Ages?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2347634,4587,"Chapter 619: The Grass Hall Poetry Gathering: Though My Belt Grows Looser, I Never Regret!","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-619",619,"\u003Cp>Yaoxian Tower, second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun’s mood today was inexplicably low; though he had long prepared the hairpin flowers, he still had no satisfactory poem for the opening verse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lacked neither wealth nor resources, yet he had no true scholar of the academy worth showcasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True Confucian scholars, possessing even a modicum of talent, always held some integrity and refused to bow for five pecks of rice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart was weighed down with countless sorrows, especially by Xie Guan’s refusal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His feelings toward this Young Master Xie were complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He admired Xie Guan’s talent, yet Xie Guan’s demeanor today clearly indicated no desire to grow close to him—or perhaps no wish to be entangled with the Su family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the woman he cherished, Li Shuwan, had acted the same way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since childhood, Su Yun had been adored by many, but that admiration stemmed mostly from the Su family’s power and influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even among the Nine Surnames, there were families that went out of their way to avoid Su Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun, rare as it was, took a hearty sip of fine wine to ease his inner sorrow and vexation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Xuan and Chen Jiuyan stood behind Su Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Jiuyan wore a form-fitting black martial outfit, her head adorned with a drooping futou; though a woman, she exuded an air of effortless grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Su Yun, why are you acting so feminine again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, Su Yun could only sigh at the princess; as a child, she had often taken a small axe to chop down trees in her grandfather’s courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one in the Su mansion dared stop her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even her grandfather did nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, wearing a red jacket and carrying broken tree branches, she had dashed past Su Yun like the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun had been filled with envy, stepping forward to help gather the branches—only to be beaten soundly by her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, Su Yun still felt a flicker of fear toward this princess when facing Chen Jiuyan’s teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiuyan, Jiuyan, you still don’t understand me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Jiuyan drank more freely than Su Yun, “I don’t care to understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Xuan stood beside them; today, having ascended Yaoxian Tower, his face bore unmistakable delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around and saw the legitimate sons and second sons of the Nine Surnames, all elegantly dressed, laughing and chatting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a mere illegitimate son, his entry into Yaoxian Tower was rare indeed—entirely thanks to Su Yun’s connections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Xuan felt profound emotion, leaning on the railing, gazing down at the bustling square stage below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His joy deepened; even favored heirs of the Xie family like Xie Yuan and Xie Qiyue had never been granted entry to Yaoxian Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That he, Xie Xuan, had made it—this alone revealed the difference, the clear hierarchy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Su, don’t worry; we’ve already prepared everything, and several of our poems are truly excellent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today’s Grass Hall Poetry Gathering will surely gain fame.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Su Yun lacked his confidence; he merely shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind still returned to the poem Xie Guan had recited at Hongjing Academy—its bearing still left him awestruck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Sun Niangzi returned to the stage, preparing to announce today’s opening verse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun knew this Gong Sun Niangzi’s gathering was sponsored by the Second Prince, the Prince of Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its depth far surpassed that of the Grass Hall Poetry Gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Gong Sun Niangzi announced that only one poem had been selected today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun was startled; such a thing had happened before at the Gathering of Beauties—three poems reduced to one, meaning that single verse was extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of disappointment rose in him—why wasn’t it composed by someone from the Grass Hall Poetry Gathering?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Jiuyan held the greatest admiration for women like Gong Sun Niangzi; women of this world need not be inferior to men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Women unwilling to be mere ornaments, if they did not rely on their husband’s favor, could become generals, heroes, scholars, or strategists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their grace would never fall short of men’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the Empress Gan Yuan, who once vied for the throne with Lu Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Jiuyan eagerly awaited Gong Sun Niangzi’s opening verse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the square stage, a banner was raised, and the red cloth covering it was slowly drawn down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The full poem was revealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Jiuyan read it line by line, her eyes suddenly brightening, and she clapped in admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who among the vulgar understands me? Heroes at their lowest must endure trials.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She called her maid and threw all three thousand hairpin flowers she had to Gong Sun Niangzi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Xuan also nodded in approval; this poem was truly exquisite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to look at the women in Yaoxian Tower—even the Empress and imperial consorts on the fourth floor had ordered their maids to cast hairpin flowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun could not help but sigh: Gong Sun Niangzi had already secured a top-three position in this Gathering of Beauties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely this one poem was enough to overshadow every verse they had prepared today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Jiuyan, filled with anticipation, wondered: who could have composed such a poem?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She even felt a desire to befriend the author.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Sun Niangzi bowed gracefully, drawing all eyes, and finally revealed the author of the poem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This poem was composed by Young Master Xie Guan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those in the hall had never heard the name Xie Guan; they exchanged glances, eyes filled with confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Jiuyan’s lips curled into a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun froze—Xie Guan had written it? Without thinking, he struck the railing, a hollow sense of loss filling his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he had suspected, Xie Guan truly possessed extraordinary talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet it was a pity—he had not written it for the Grass Hall Poetry Society.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside Yaoxian Tower, people began asking who Xie Guan was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the second floor, murmurs of confusion rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Yuan, the matriarch of the main Xie household, frowned; she knew full well Xie Guan’s identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She muttered under her breath, “That troublemaker from the Xie family!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why should a Xie family bastard have the right to attend the Gathering of Beauties?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, Lady Zhao’s face darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Sun Niangzi smiled sweetly on stage, explaining to the crowd:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This Young Master Xie Guan is from the Grass Hall Poetry Gathering.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though none present knew Xie Guan, all had heard of the Grass Hall Poetry Gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could the Grass Hall Poetry Gathering produce a talent like this...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those familiar with it could not believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the second floor, Su Yun’s face froze; he feared he had misheard, turning to Chen Jiuyan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiuyan, what did you say... which poetry gathering?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Jiuyan smiled: “Your Grass Hall Poetry Gathering, Su Yun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, Su Yun felt as if he had regained something lost; his face lit up with joy—he never expected Xie Guan would sign it as “Grass Hall Poetry Gathering.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Xie, such a great favor—I, Su Yun, do not know how to repay you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Xuan, hearing Su Yun’s words, turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>～\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>～\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Throughout my life, my heart burns hot for others.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Xiangjun softly recited, her eyes gleaming with admiration: “This poem is exquisite—no wonder Gong Sun Niangzi chose only this one; it’s likely no other can match it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yunzhi, Xie Qiyue, Xie Yuan, and Xue Hong sat nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yunzhi was distracted, her thoughts lingering on Xie Guan’s departing back—no friend had accompanied him to the Gathering of Beauties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now, hearing this poem, did she return to the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sighed: “With this masterpiece, Gong Sun Niangzi will surely rank among the top three in the Gathering of Beauties.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Yuan, however, cared only for Gong Sun Niangzi’s sword dance, showing no interest in the poems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Hong also nodded in agreement: “This poem will surely spread across all thirteen provinces of Da Qi today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wonder who wrote it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Gong Sun Niangzi revealed the answer:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grass Hall Poetry Gathering, Xie Guan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Yuan’s eyes shifted from initial shock to a shake of his head, then broke into a palm-clapping laugh: “Young Brother Guan, why the sudden desire for the spotlight today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yunzhi’s beautiful eyes shimmered with light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>～\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>～\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Xiangjun drew her gaze back from the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she had expected, Xie Guan’s poem had claimed first place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuan came to listen, his face lighting up with joy; with the reputation of the Group of Beauties Banquet, Young Master Guan would face far fewer thorns in the Xie Fu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Wan looked at Xie Guan and said: “I’ve come specially today with an awkward request.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m bold enough to ask Young Master Guan for a poem to set the tone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke watched the woman wearing white gauze and said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yuner, though close to Yun Wan, did not know how to speak up now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Yaya and the others knew Xie Guan had just refused Su Yun, Hu Yunniang, and others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he agree now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Yu’s expression was complex as he stared at this junior branch son of the Xie family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s thought, Yun Wan said: “If Young Master Guan will lend me a hand, I swear to repay you for life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I originally planned to offer ten thousand taels, but I recall Prince Feng requested a painting and offered ten thousand taels—yet Young Master Guan still refused. I fear I’m underestimating you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am but a woman of the brothel. If Young Master Guan asks, I will do whatever lies within my power without hesitation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Xiao’s face showed envy; such a promise from a flower courtesan would surely make it easy to become a honored guest at Yuehua Xuan henceforth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might even become this courtesan’s “bed companion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke looked at the woman before him, her figure graceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside his heart-sea, the great cauldron had already sounded, releasing ten thousand zhang of radiant light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The characters upon it slowly settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1. Agree to Yun Wan’s request. (Hint: May benefit the future.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>2. Refuse Yun Wan. (Hint: May affect the future.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>3. Ignore this matter. (Hint: May harm the future.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>4. End direct involvement. (1\u002F3)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke stared at the four options above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging only by the hints, helping this Yuehua Xuan courtesan seemed the best choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1. Agree to Yun Wan’s request. (Hint: May benefit the future.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Wan’s expression grew urgent; time was running short, and further delay might ruin her chance to perform at the Group of Beauties Banquet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke smiled as he looked at her: “Miss Yun, aren’t you afraid Young Master Xie’s poem will fall far short of the last one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or what if he makes some embarrassing demand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Wan’s cheeks flushed red; her slender white-robed form grew even more alluring in the lamplight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She clenched her teeth, as if wrestling with a choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Yun Wan was the flower courtesan of the Group of Beauties Banquet, her patron was a woman—and she remained a virgin to this day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Young Master Xie’s “embarrassing demand” meant something between man and woman, some of Yuehua Xuan’s patrons had already proposed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yun Wan had long made up her mind: her first time would be given only to the one she loved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yuner’s expression turned desolate, her heart aching; could it be that Xie Guan preferred women like Yun Jie?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Xiao, upon hearing this, noticed Yun Wan’s willow-thin waist and her lovely, blushing face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a sudden stir in his belly and had to slightly bend forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Wan had just made her decision: this Group of Beauties Banquet was her only chance to leave Yuehua Xuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her choice was clear—from selling all her possessions to buy the flower hairpin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke waved his hand: “Miss Yun, I was only joking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please give me the poetic theme.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Wan raised her eyes and saw the boy walking toward the desk, already grinding ink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She exhaled softly, thinking: perhaps such a refined young man wouldn’t be so hard to accept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hurried forward and named the theme set for the performance at the Group of Beauties Banquet—“Butterfly Lovers with Flowers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanlei, already intrigued, quickly stepped closer to the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought carefully: “Butterfly Lovers with Flowers” was a ci tune name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Butterfly Lovers with Flowers” originated as a Tang dynasty folk melody, later adopted as a ci tune;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>its original name was “Magpie Treading on Branches,” also known as “Golden Thread,” “Rolling Pearl Curtain,” “Phoenix Perches,” and “Transformed Butterfly Lovers with Flowers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could celebrate the love between scholar and beauty, or express loyalty to family and country.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Yun Wan had put thought into this—such a familiar tune was commonly used by talents at the Group of Beauties Banquet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps an unexpected gem would emerge, a fine ci poem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its meter required sixty characters in two stanzas, each with four Ze  tones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ci poems must follow fixed rhyme and tonal patterns—no errors allowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Xiao had once composed a ci using “Butterfly Lovers with Flowers” as a gift to a beloved, so he knew its rhymes well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Yu had also written several ci poems using “Butterfly Lovers with Flowers,” so the theme was not unfamiliar to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They never expected this flower courtesan, Yun Wan, would choose such a classic tune as her theme; they silently praised her wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet they also knew such themes were hard to make fresh—so many brilliant predecessors had already written them; surpassing them was nearly impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Yaya and the other three already knew the theme and now watched Xie Guan with eager anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yuner began grinding ink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke fell into quiet thought; a complete ci had already formed in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly lifted his brush and wrote upon the rice paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leaning on the high tower, the wind is fine. Gazing far, spring sorrow darkly rises from the horizon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ink flowed as he wrote.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grass color and misty light in the setting sun. Who understands the silent longing by the railing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Xiangjun softly recited the first stanza; every word carried a tone of loneliness and parting sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One could almost see a solitary figure leaning on a high tower’s railing, a gentle breeze brushing his face, cool and faint, while endless spring sorrow quietly rose from the boundless horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The green grass and drifting mist wove together in the sunset’s glow; who could understand this wordless grief?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And whom did he miss?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke’s brush did not pause; he continued with the second stanza.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I meant to drown myself in wild drunkenness. Raising wine, singing aloud—forced joy tastes bitter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had intended to indulge fully, drink until drunk, sing loudly—but forced laughter tasted hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanlei already felt the poem’s sorrow even just reading it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heavy, stifling emotion seemed impossible to release.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t help imagining: if he left Yaya behind, left Bianjing alone, returned to Longxi Road, and stood atop a high tower—how great would his sorrow be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy finished the final line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Wan softly recited: “My belt grows looser, yet I never regret. For you, I waste away, worn thin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Xiangjun froze, then let out a soft sob.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I grow thinner day by day, yet I feel no regret. For you, I willingly waste away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for love so deep it cannot be contained, how could one lose appetite, abandon wine to quench sorrow?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Yu and the other three trembled, lips quivering, throats dry: “This...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another poem destined to spread far and wide had just been written before their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Zhang Yuanlei savored it slowly, chewing over it again: “My belt grows looser, yet I never regret...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Yaya leaned gently into Zhang Yuanlei’s arms; their eyes met, filled with deep appreciation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cherish the one before you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Wan looked up and saw the boy had stopped writing, his expression calm—as if he’d merely scribbled the poem casually—yet his brows lifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was spellbound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within his breast lay mountains and valleys; in his gaze flowed rivers and hills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2689,"2026-06-21T01:33:03.787Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8cba48920ae66199643c9cd3f66676a61d08e43c40c6105d12a5d3b2c4b6bd49","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-620","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-618",728,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-cover.jpg"]