Reborn Cultural Businessman

Yang Tie'er's new book, the last one was very good, but I don't know why it disappeared The flow of writing, Yang Tie'er's writing is a bit different, you can still read it if you chew it carefully. It's now on the shelves, and it's ready to be slaughtered.

A new book by an old author, the previous one was 404ed. The protagonist is reborn in 1997. I finally came across a book in which the protagonist couldn't remember the college entrance examination questions... The protagonist was reborn in the Chinese language examination room of the college entrance examination. Not surprisingly, he failed the test! However, the protagonist is afraid that his mother will be sad. The author's description of the protagonist's psychology, reactions, etc. At this time is more realistic. The protagonist bribed the vice president of the university and was admitted to a second-tier school. The cost of the bribe is the royalties the protagonist earned from writing the biography of Wukong! It's okay to reject the campus beauty's confession, 666! Later, he earned his first pot of gold by setting up a stall at a temple fair, which the protagonist learned from the Internet in his previous life. Earn a lot of money, write the numbers, and you can get toys if you make no mistakes. Recommended songs The shadows of trees outside the car window are whirling The spring breeze blows the flowers Looking at the charming scenery But every plant and tree belongs to me Along the track of time Pass youth quietly Looking back, the journey was desolate Has the spring of dreams dried up? Write a song under the sunset Singing to the shadow when I'm lonely Let life ebb and flow Beating the fragility hidden deep in the heart Write a song under the sunset The evening breeze accompanies me gently and gently How much heat has become indifferent Not repenting is my stubborn persistence The shadows of trees outside the car window are whirling The spring breeze blows the flowers Looking at the charming scenery But every plant and tree belongs to me Along the track of time Pass youth quietly Looking back, the journey was desolate Has the spring of dreams dried up? Write a song under the sunset Singing to the shadow when I'm lonely Let life ebb and flow Beating the fragility hidden deep in the heart Write a song under the sunset The evening breeze accompanies me gently and gently How much heat has become indifferent Not repenting is my stubborn persistence Write a song under the sunset Singing to the shadow when I'm lonely Let life ebb and flow Beating the fragility hidden deep in the heart There have been many ups and downs over the years. Faces carved by time Does anyone know why? The tears in my eyes are no longer clear

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