Great Tang: I'm Playing the Sincerity-Kills Technique

He transmigrated, and ended up in the Great Tang.

At that moment, a handsome protagonist broke into a dance he'd been practicing for two and a half years, then knelt down to beg everyone.

"Sorry, everyone. I've let you down."

"I transmigrated, but I still don't know how to compose classical Chinese poetry."

"What? I get a golden finger?"

"Then all I can say is, thanks to the big brother in the comments for drawing me a golden finger and sending me off to transmigrate."

P.S. I'm a newcomer, and this is my first time writing an original story set in the Great Tang. Please be patient with me.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.