“I’m Zhang Qingyun, and I transmigrated.
I have no golden finger, no photographic memory, and I can’t even pass the xiucai exams.
The System said, ‘If you don’t come first in all three imperial examinations, you’ll die.’
I said, ‘Can’t you find another Host?’
The System said, ‘No.’
So I started grinding: studying until I vomited blood, writing until my hands gave out, and crying until dawn.
Later, I found companions, rivals, and people I wanted to protect.
Then someone told me that the world is destroyed once every three hundred years.
And I’m the only one who can stop it.
I said, ‘You’ve got the wrong person. I’m just a miserable wage slave who studies for a living.’”
The writing is very good, and it vividly describes the sorrow of a low-class person.