Su Muzi, a 21-year-old ordinary female college student, died suddenly while staying up late to write a novel.
Open your eyes to a white world. Oh, it's a revolving lantern. It's a revolving lantern.
"Hey, is this true? A story that only happens in the news has appeared. Ah, I still have a bunch of stories to finish. Is there anyone who can take care of this?"
"Here I am -" At this moment, the God of Creation arrived.
Is this the one that often appears in novels, reincarnation? ! ! ! Oh oh oh oh oh! Yeah yeah! ! !
"It's just what you think, girl."
Oh no, can you hear my voice? It's a bit disgusting.
"I heard this too——"
"Stop talking nonsense and tell me where you are reborn?" Is it farming? I'm a little exhausted. Is it a battle of wits? I don't have those kind of brain cells. Could it be that it's a harem? Hehehehehehe.
"Girl, wipe your saliva with your saliva——"
"Ah, don't be annoying. Come on, come on, come on, come on."
"It's a novel you wrote yourself—"
Oh, that's not good. You're lying. Just thinking about it makes me happy and my nose will bleed.
"Your mission is to complete the story and let the hero and heroine reach a happy ending."
It's over, my novel is a super invincible youth crush novel! ! !
"Hey, since you are that god, give me some golden fingers."
"No -"
Huh? Why is this god's voice getting farther and farther away, ah? Is this the beginning?
Intention: together
