Li Mu felt that he had not yet woken up from the dream, so he thought he was twenty-seven years old.
But the fact is right in front of you——
She, a high school student with a score of 17 on the math test, average appearance, enemies all over the world, and an unrealistic dream of being a writer turned out to be shit, traveled through time and became her future self:
A top-notch writer who graduated from the Northern Qing Dynasty, is beautiful and charming, and has countless friends.
Now, she must muddle through and pretend to be who she is, or else she will be thought crazy and thrown into a lunatic asylum.
Oh my God! Is there anything more outrageous than this? Pretend to be yourself!
I want to go back! I want to slump on the sofa with potato chips and watch TV instead of dealing with readers, editors, and booksellers. I really, really can't write at this level.
Is there any way to go back?
Yes (the system makes its debut, Dang Dang Dang!), That is, to find the secret behind the beauty of this twenty-seven-year-old self.
Secret? What secret? Although there have been so many changes, do I still not understand myself? Let's talk about it, whether it's stealing snacks or staying up late playing with mobile phones.
No, no.
What is that? Secretly write an 800-word beauty review for yourself, pretend to be running water, quarrel with other scholars in your own posts, and say "you are so beautiful" in front of the mirror every morning?
Haha, narcissist, tell you what else are you looking for? But a warm reminder, the apartment you live in now is rented, and the quarterly payment is 1,800. It is due on the 1st of each quarter. You still have seven days.
What does this mean? I am now a top writer. Li Mu glanced at the bank card left to her by the 27-year-old Li Mu:
39.8.
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She opened the email and saw that the autograph session she had just rejected had an appearance fee of 100,000 yuan, including air tickets and hotel accommodation. She silently withdrew:
Good [rose] [rose] [rose].
Purpose: Responsibility