"Friends over there, can you show me your hands!!"
"..." The audience was completely silent.
With a bang, the lifting platform Wu San was stepping on suddenly failed, and Wu San fell down with him.
When he woke up again, he had become a rough handyman in the backyard of Chunlou.
But the sky is the limit! Wu San can recite 300 Tang poems at his best, and he can read the idol marketing plan thoroughly.
Although I am neither really talented nor a relative of the royal family.
But it's just ancient times, let's see how I market myself out of the circle!
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Prince En: "Is this poem yours?"
Wu San nodded, "I said this poem was written by me, so that's what I wrote."
Prince En: "Your name is Li Bai?"
Wu San: "Don't bark."
? !
How did he know Li Bai? ? ?
Prince En said calmly: "I came from time travel."
Wu San rubbed his head: "Qiaoha, me too."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Wait, why can this person travel through time and become a prince? ? ? Am I not standing high enough?
Reader comments
It's very beautiful. Come on.
It would be better if the protagonist was stronger
It's very beautiful. Come on.
It would be better if the protagonist was stronger