No, You Told Me There Is No Masterpiece Here

This is a world where writers control the power of heaven and earth. A person can only write three books in his life. The better you write, the more enjoyable you will be, and the higher your strength will be. Jiang Lin, who came from time travel, was a senior Internet article reader who died suddenly in a rental house in his previous life. Bound to the [God-level Literary System], there are thousands of earthly masterpieces in my mind. In the entrance exam, he wrote "Strength of Fighting, Three Paragraphs"—— Seven-colored auspicious clouds cover the sky and the sun, and a divine vision that has not been seen in three hundred years comes. The chief instructor bowed on the spot: "Can you let me be your first reader?" The eldest son of an aristocratic family smiled and said: "A genius can either be held high in the sky or trampled in the mud." Jiang Lin reached the seventh chapter and put pen to paper—— "Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, don't bully young people into poverty." The second vision of heaven and earth, golden light penetrated the sky. People in this world don't know yet that what they are about to witness is not just a masterpiece. But three.