Before the College Entrance Exams, I Transmigrated Ten Years into the Future

Summary: Holding hundreds of millions of gold in hand, body and mind like a eunuch

Write well for me! It's hard to make money outside now, so you can concentrate on writing books for me, and I'll support you by working on screws! If you continue to be a eunuch, I will check the water meter!

Winning the first prize, and then not telling your parents but asking someone who is not your girlfriend to go with you to receive the prize, what kind of brain could you think of?

Eunuch Li has left the palace, can we still trust you? Give me a letter

I thought I had found a good book, but when I saw the twelfth picture, I didn't expect it was Tuo Xiang!

I feel like I'm going to have a tj again 🙂

It has been written as a divine article, but it is better to write it like this and give it to a divine system. I've been writing about this way of making money from lottery stocks for decades. It's nothing new and interesting. It's okay that you just brushed it off in one go. But you still write so much. You don't understand what the readers want to read.

The eunuch has been in the palace for too long and has become disconnected from the outside world. It is rare for you to write a great novel without any satisfaction. I suggest that you never become a writer again.

The most annoying thing is that everyone has a golden finger, has wealth and freedom, but still has to take exams and go to school, and has never read a book? Not reading enough? Do you only want to read when you are full? Crazy.

There are so many inexplicable chapters. When I win a prize, I take my female classmate to receive the prize, which can be explained by the protagonist's Bai Yueguang. After I come back, a female classmate from junior high school appears inexplicably, and takes her to Shanghai, pretending to be a female secretary to pretend to be mature and to pretend to be a rich man. . The most baffling thing is that the setting of the protagonist's parents is really disgusting