I Can't Write Poetry and I Traveled Through Time and Became Li Bai!

Wang Xiaoming, 28 years old, is a low-level copywriter at an Internet company. His greatest achievement in life is to color his PPT without being scolded by his boss. When he woke up, he was dressed as Li Bai. Not "suspected Li Bai", not "Li Bai's reincarnation", but the original Li Bai who was collecting 300 yuan on credit and was being called for debt by Quan Chang'an! What's even worse is: He can't recite the entire book "Will Enter the Wine", but he can recite the entire reimbursement process; He can't write poems to the moon, but he can write "Cultural Output KPI Achievement Plan"; He thought that time travel was a cheat, but he found out that the prosperous Tang Dynasty also had performance appraisals, dishonesty lists, live streaming and AI plagiarism! In order to survive, he can only use workplace slang to get around the literary world: "This wine is not for drunkenness, but for the necessary cost of IP incubation!" "This poem has been applied for copyright simultaneously, and any infringement will be investigated!" "Boss, the number one most searched item is my OKR!" But every time he relied on limericks to get through, an authentic piece of Li Bai's handwriting would always fall out of his sleeve, with the following words at the end: "If you copy my poem, I will watch over your life." What's even more terrifying is—— The "night watchman" who was monitoring him in the dark seemed... To be himself? An explosive short drama novel that makes you laugh till you spit out your drink, and toasts you into silence: When the soul of the social animal penetrates the body of the poetic immortal, When the logic of the weekly newspaper collides with the style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, He finally understood—— Real poetry never needs to go through the reimbursement process. (Warm reminder: This book does not contain flower wine, does not desecrate classics, and Li Bai's original poem has not been changed a word)