I, Song Tanxi, have entered the prime of my life at the age of sixteen before my eyes. Although I am just over sixteen, I am already a second-year student in the art department of a prestigious university. I am not boasting, I am a perfect work of art from the Creator. The ancients said, "If it is increased by one point, it is too long; if it is reduced by one point, it is too short; if it is powdered, it will be too white; if it is applied with vermilion, it will be too red. The eyebrows are like green feathers, the muscles are like white snow, the waist is like a bunch of silk, and the teeth are like shells." That's me. Unexpectedly, during a summer vacation sketch, I traveled to the unlucky house of Ge Haotian, the so-called "Prince Mu Gong" whose birds don't poop and chickens don't lay eggs. Alas, others are princesses or young ladies when they travel through time, but as for me, I have to help the unlucky "fish bone carpenter" earn living expenses through time travel. In one word - it's quite hard.
I'm sorry for my small body, but this boss "treats women as men's servants and men as beasts." It's a good thing, but why are there so many handsome guys around me? Ah, hahaha.
My time-travel life is here. . . . .