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Lin Ye was accidentally reborn fifteen years ago and gained the ability to get various rewards just by playing games! Insight, sprint, flash, teleportation, barrier, weakness, purification... And when he faced him again, the childhood sweetheart he had missed... Gentle and virtuous treasure girl... The long-legged e-sports goddess on campus... A considerate and sexy senior... ... This time. I want to reverse my previous life!

Street writer Jia Mo accidentally traveled through time during a keyboard battle with anti-fans, and woke up as the penniless distant relative of Jia's family in the world of Red Mansions - Jia Mo! In order not to starve to death, he had no choice but to return to his old career, but found that the literature in this world was pitifully poor. Just as he was gearing up to become a literary giant, the [Wenzhao Public System] was activated: the copying of books was updated. The more readers, the richer the rewards! Ever since: Copy "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and gain ten years of inner strength to fly over eaves and walls and play with the wealthy slaves of the Jia family! Copy "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", learn the tactics of war, and impress the nobles in the army while talking and laughing! Copy "Detective Di Renjie", obtain the "insight" skill, and solve the case secretly in the inner house like a god! He originally thought that this was just a low-end historical copy, who could live happily with his golden fingers, flirt with Daiyu, tease Baochai, and at the same time get angry at the hypocritical Jia Baoyu. Until he wrote "The Divine Doctor", rewarded his peerless medical skills, and successfully saved Qin Keqing, who should have died... Then, he wrote "A Chinese Ghost Story" on a whim to reward the moment when the "yin and yang eyes" opened. He saw the ominous black air lingering over Rongguo Mansion, Seeing the looming crimson pearl fairy grass on Lin Daiyu's shoulder, Seeing the bloody evil energy wrapped around Wang Xifeng's body... Jia Mo was dumbfounded on the spot, and the brush in his hand was shaking: "Wait a minute! There's something wrong with the script! Where's the promised romance?" "Why are there really demons and ghosts in this red building..."

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