I, Chen Mo, have traveled through time.
If you feel like you're in a Lin Zhengying movie, you only have the system and a sign-in button in your pocket. The night Uncle Jiu accepted me as his apprentice, he asked, "What do you know?"
I said, "I will... Get up and clock in every day."
Qiu Sheng laughed so hard that he slapped his thigh, while Wen Cai gnawed his fingers beside him. Only Uncle Jiu glanced at me and said nothing.
Later, on the night when Ren Weiyong's coffin was broken, I hammered a nail into his right shoulder that was given as a sign-in gift. Qiu Sheng stopped laughing. Wen Cai stopped chewing his hands.
Uncle Jiu said: "You are lucky."
Only I know that there is a line of small words at the bottom of the system panel, but I have never dared to click on it.
Later, Tingting had a red rope on her wrist on the boat in Nanyang; I saw Uncle Jiu's name written on the blood wall in the underground passage in Hong Kong; in 2013, the public building in Yuen Long collapsed again and again——
The system began to change. Next to the sign-in button, there is an additional word.
"Wait."
