Travel Through 1999 and Become a Big Internet Writer

In 2026, street writer Lin Mo was scolded by an AI for "writing worse than shit" and woke up in 1999. With the residual blood bean bag AI, he pressed traditional writers to the ground and rubbed them, tearing the master of plagiarism out of the circle. The female editor under the banyan tree blushed and asked him, "How do you know I cried last night?" The female writer from 2026 came with the system and sneered: "There can only be one god in this era." Lin Mo put out the cigarette butt: "Then give it a try." Bean bag pop-up window: [Warning: Similar data fluctuates, and the other party has locked your location. The dimensionality reduction attack of the millennium, I want everyone to look up to