In the High School Entrance Examination, I Wrote About Sleepwalking and Said Goodbye to Tianmu and Went Straight to Peking University.

When all the reborn people were enjoying the dividends from Wenzhao Gong, Qian Yumo chose the most difficult path. When the [Literary Handling System] awakens in the high school entrance examination room, what awaits him is not a smooth journey, but mandatory tasks and electric shock punishment. The system wants him to be a cultural porter, but he wants to be a rebellious firebrand. The article "Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Farewell" shocked the literary world, and the unusual admission notice from Peking University was delivered. With the whole network watching, he calmly refused: "I will rely on my own strength." This was not a pretense, but the first shot to declare war on the system. On the desolate Wangjiang cliff, he wrote the "Red Cliff Ode" with hidden rebelliousness. Silver light surrounded the body, the heaven and earth resonated, and the official media came to an end overnight. When everyone marveled at "Wenquxing coming to earth", the country's mysterious agency has quietly intervened. The true face of the spark of civilization is gradually revealed - this is actually a carefully planned cultural colonization. Under the dual pressure of the system and the country, Qian Yumo walked out of a dangerous tightrope. Modify classics and hide your wit; use your pen as a weapon to fight against fate. Every time you write is a game, every word is a matter of life and death. This is not a simple counterattack in the examination room, but a secret battle between two civilizations. When mandatory tasks turn into optional tasks, when electric shock punishment turns into mental improvement, there is a deeper conspiracy behind the transformation of the system. Qian Yumo understood that the real battle had just begun. "Written in the High School Entrance Examination as Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Farewell, Going to Peking University" takes you into a different literary world - there are no easy copycats here, only hard-core counterattacks; there are no routine slaps in the face, only a contest of the survival of civilization.