After studying hard for more than ten years in Hanchuang, orphan Song Yan was admitted to the ideal university and graduated successfully.
Just when he found a job and prepared to face a new life, he was affected by the magnetic field and became the scapegoat for those who jumped from the building.
After checking in the underworld, it was found that he still had several decades to live.
The king of hell was dumbfounded.
In order to settle the account, the King of Hell decisively sent Song Yan to travel through time.
Good news: He has a good memory and a photographic memory, making him a good candidate for the imperial examination!
Bad news: partial grandparents, gambling father, lazy mother, and he is weak. There is also the selfish uncle and his family who are always watching them.
What? How could my Song family produce a child prodigy?
Grandpa smiled and refused to send Song Yan to school, but turned around and promised his cousin to send him to a private school.
With no choice, Song Yan could only make money while taking classes outside a private school.
In the private school, the master was shocked.
"What? I read it once and you remember it?"
Song Yan rubbed his head in embarrassment: "Master, I just have a bad memory."
"Such a genius must not be buried in my hands!"
With a wave of his hand, the master directly enrolled Song Yan into his private school.
Are the golden scales just a thing in the pond? They turn into dragons when the storm strikes!
In this case, Song Yan showed off his talent and soared into the sky!
Reader comments
He also failed to pass the imperial examination for several years, ruining his family's fortune at the beginning, and all the cliché routines were ruined.
The troubles at home are going back and forth, and there are always pretentious, slap-in-the-face and intelligence-reducing sessions.
He also failed to pass the imperial examination for several years, ruining his family's fortune at the beginning, and all the cliché routines were ruined.
The troubles at home are going back and forth, and there are always pretentious, slap-in-the-face and intelligence-reducing sessions.