My name is Zhou Mingzhe. After working myself to death, I became Jia Baoyu.
As I watched the glorious Jia Mansion teeter on the brink of collapse, I was bound to the Literary Master System.
I copied Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio to summon fox spirits to my aid, and transcribed The Art of War to exchange for a commander of a thousand troops.
As political strife in court hung over my neck like a blade, I wielded my brush and ink: "A man can kill one with every ten steps, and leave no trace after a thousand miles."
With a single sword, I cut down two thousand six hundred armored soldiers, and the entire court bowed before me.
Granny Jia asked in a trembling voice, "Baoyu, when did you learn such skills?"
I smiled, sword in hand. "Grandmother, when a scholar practices, can you really call it martial arts?"
It makes up for the regrets of the original work. If you don't have any brains, you can read it as a refreshing article.
Okay, interesting
In two years, the base salary increased from 1,900 to 2,500, plus various subsidies, it was a full 3,000.
Well written, five-star praise