[Congratulations to the host, you have won a parallel world book: "One Hundred Modern Poems". 】

"Did you hit it? What did you hit?"

Wang Huan didn't react for a while.

When he saw clearly what he had drawn, his whole body suddenly became unwell.

Labor and capital consumed almost 300 million reputation and won three books?Nima's what does this mean?Let him go, of course he won't be a writer?

Um?writer?

Suddenly, his whole body trembled, as if he remembered something.

A heart began to pound, and he shouted in his heart: "System, bring up the property panel."

Immediately, the latest property panel appeared:

Name: Wang Huan

Status: student

Occupation: singer, writer (tentative)

Reputation: 10562010

props: none

Lucky draw: once for 10 prestige

Love value: 4316

Mall: Click to enter

Task: Task 4 (in progress)

Wang Huan fixed his eyes on the occupation column.

There are a few more words: writer (tentative).

Chapter 0326 Low-key return to school, freeze to death

Wang Huan's guess came true.

Because in the past few months, the prizes he drew every time, except for one or two skill-related things and big gift bags occasionally, he almost never won items from other professions, and they were all songs.

But just now, I actually won three books in a row.

This sudden change is really a bit wrong.

That's why Wang Huan immediately called up the system panel to see what happened.

Looking at it, I found a difference.

"There is one more writer, and it's still tentative. It's the same as the singer before. So, the system means that when I reach a certain level in the music world, I have to develop horizontally into other professions?"

He pondered silently.

In the past, although he had purchased a hundred poems from Tang and Song Dynasties in the system mall, even if he displayed them all, it would not make him a writer.

At most, he is just a poet or poet.

To become a writer, one generally needs to be a creator who has achieved certain achievements in poetry, novels, prose, etc., and has a certain influence in China or the world.

"As a singer, I'm still far from the peak, and yet I'm given a writer's career. System, are you overestimating me?"

Wang Huan slandered in his heart.

Of course, the system remained unresponsive as usual.

Because the 2000 million copyright fee for "I Am a Singer" has not yet arrived, the love value is still more than 4000 million, and there has been no change.

"Well, let's see what these three books are about."

"Book [-]: Ghost Blowing Lamp..."

Wang Huan sank into his mind, but this time, in less than a minute, he jumped up from the bed, his body terrified.

"Fuck me, do you want to be so scary?"

On weekdays, Wang Huan actually doesn't have any feelings for gods, ghosts, etc., and because he grew up in the countryside, he used to run all over the mountains at night when he was a child, so he thinks he is very courageous, but just now he just "watched" a few Chapter "Ghost Blowing the Lantern", especially when he saw the paper figurine suddenly turned into a living person and ate Hu Guohua's heart, his heart almost jumped out of fright.

"Although it's scary, the plot of this drama is compact and the story is so exciting that I have the illusion that I can't stop it. It is a rare supernatural masterpiece."

In his mind, he quickly finished reading the whole novel, and before he knew it, the cold sweat on his back soaked his clothes, and he always felt that there were many people in the empty room.

"This author is probably a real tomb robber. The text description is so immersive, it's too scary, and it's too frightening."

Trembling and curling up on the bed with the quilt in his arms, he tried to get his fear out of his mind, and began to read the second book.

"The second book: People grow up and hate water and grow east..."

"Oh? So it's about Erlang God's story."

In this world, China's myths and stories are similar to the parallel world, so Wang Huan immediately understood the background of the story and began to read the book seriously.

I don't know how long it took.

When Wang Huan woke up from consciousness, he realized that his eyes were red and he felt uncomfortable.

"A while ago, at the finale of "Peach Blossom Life and Death", I heard that countless girls cried and their eyes turned red, saying that it was the most sadistic drama ever. "Shui Changdong" is not worth mentioning at all."

"If Peach Blossom Life and Death's sad heart can be scored eight points, then "Life Grows and Hates Water Changdong" can probably be scored twelve points. It can be said to be abusive! I really didn't expect that there would be such a sadistic novel in the world. If If I really write it out, it is estimated that countless readers will even kill my heart, right?"

long silence.

He just looked at the last book: "One Hundred Modern Poems".

This is also the book with the highest gold content among the three books, and every poem is enough to make people's eyes shine.

It's just that Wang Huan is really not interested in modern poetry.

I always feel that it is something used by a group of people to pretend to be aggressive and flirt with girls.

So I just didn't pay much attention to it after integrating them.

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