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Chapter 1 Song Zu'an/Crossing the Book

"Have you signed up for the teacher recruitment exam this time?"

This is already the nth time that Song Dazhu called to urge Song Zuan to sign up for the exam.

It was already 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Song Zu'an tucked the corner of the quilt, lazily perfunctory into the phone: "Why report that thing."

"What do you mean by reporting? Are you a good middle school math teacher? I named you Zu'an in the hope that you, Guangzong Yaozu, would find a safe and stable job. In the end, you were lucky, working part-time and writing novels all day long. What can I do?

You're almost in your third year, and you don't even have a girlfriend. What else can I expect from you? "

No matter how Song Dazhu spoke to him on the phone, Song Zuan's heart remained unwavering, and he even started to think about what to eat for dinner.

"Dad, don't worry about it. I'm writing novels to make money."

"Earn more than [-] dozen bachelors for earning money?"

"It's not because your son is so good. Those girls said that I am a good person, but they are not worthy of me."

"That's enough, that's enough!" Song Dazhu felt a little resentful, "I said you'd better go sign up for an exam to get a real job, or your university studies will be for nothing!"

Song Zu'an turned over and continued to say weakly: "What test do you take? I can easily earn 100 million by writing a novel, so don't worry about it."

As far as Song Zuan, a primary school student, can read pictures and write words, he can't even distinguish "land and gain". How can he earn 100 million by writing novels?

Song Dazhu didn't believe it.

"Just let you sleep less during the day, and now you're daydreaming? It's a problem for you to spend hundreds of dollars on other people's full attendance, and you open your mouth and say 100 million, and you're not afraid of flashing your tongue."

Before Song Zuan could answer, a nurse suddenly walked in and said softly, "Patient, you should take your medicine."

Song Zu'an sat up from the hospital bed, put his index finger on his lips and said "shh" to the nurse.

Fortunately, Song Dazhu didn't hear what the nurse said, otherwise he would have to talk about asking Song Zu'an to wear long johns.

Song Zuan echoed and hung up the phone, and then sent Song Dazhu a screenshot of the bank card deposit to prove that he really made money writing novels.

No more, no less, exactly 100 million in the screenshot.

The words "the other party is typing" quickly floated on the dialog box.

[Song Dazhu]: It doesn't matter if you have more money or less money, take care of yourself outside.

Song Zuan felt a warm feeling in his heart.

He took the medicine under the watchful eyes of the nurse and lay down again.

At the moment his left leg is covered with bandages.

That leg was broken.

It all started a month ago.

A month ago, Song Zuan started to serialize his first novel on the Internet——

"Almighty College Student"

Just a few days after it was put on the shelves, the response was enthusiastic, setting off a bloodbath in the Internet literature circle.

The comment area is full of flowers and schools of thought contending:

[Reader 2893]: The hero of this novel is simply not worthy of such a powerful protagonist halo!

With such a poor character, the author actually writes him as good-looking, good-looking, good at studying, and has money at home?

[I look good enough to ward off evil spirits]: The hero won the Nobel Marshal Award?Is there a Nobel Prize for this?I do not know how.

[The cannibal flower of the motherland]: How can this kind of boy be worthy of being the hero?How could he watch the girls in his class being bullied and remain indifferent?Strongly request to change the male lead!

[Ziqing Benqing]: Isn't this a university?Why is the course so childish?

[Xinxinzi]: I think the most eye-catching thing is the names of the characters in this novel. I was shocked that someone called "Luo Sifan".

[Reader 97865]: If I am guilty, please let the law punish me, and don't recommend this kind of novel to me.

[Little rabbit.Little Lion]: The author of this book must be able to take the second place in both the digital world and the alphabet world.

[Crybaby]: Am I the only one who thinks that the male protagonist survived being stabbed 100 times is the most outrageous?

[Ninth Five-Year]: Author, rat tail juice!

[Passing by Yisha]: Blade, understand?

……

A few readers who did what they said they did, bought train tickets overnight and rushed to the city where Song Zuan was located, and beat him up.

As a result, Song Zuan's leg was broken and he was awarded 100 million yuan in medical expenses.

End memories.

Song Zuan withdrew his thoughts, lay quietly on the bed, looked at the ceiling in the ward and sighed.

"Alas...my talent has nowhere to put it. Writing novels is really profitable!"

"Young man." An honest and kind voice interrupted his emotion.

Song Zuan turned his head.

I saw two people standing beside my hospital bed.

"Young man, grandpa has something to discuss with you."

"Grandpa, grandma, what can I do for you?" Song Zu'an straightened up to show respect.

The old man went on to say, "This is my wife, and her days are numbered."

Song Zu'an frowned slightly, his eyes filled with helplessness and regret for birth, old age, sickness and death.

"My wife wants to take another look at the blue sky and white clouds before leaving, but she can't stand the wind, and the bed is next to the wall..."

The old man held back for a while, and then said: "I see that your bed is by the window, young man, so I just want to ask if you can change the bed?"

The old man's attitude is very sincere, and the situation is really moving, Song Zu'an has no reason to refuse.

"Well, no problem!"

He dragged his injured leg and limped towards the new bed.

The position against the wall is also quite good. After dinner, Song Zuan played games and fell asleep quickly.

In the dead of night, everyone in the ward slept deeply.

Suddenly, a gust of wind came in from the window.

Along with the gust of wind came an old hoarse voice.

"Bed number 6, bed number 6..."

The sound was extremely abrupt in the silent night, Song Zuan's heart skipped a beat, and he woke up instantly.

He quietly narrowed his eyes a crack.

I saw a humanoid monster in a black robe walking towards his bed.

The entire face of the black robe was hidden under the huge cloak, and the facial features could not be seen clearly.

"Bed No. 6, congratulations, you are free from the pain..."

Looking at this posture, could it be that the god of death came to take the head?

Song Zu'an didn't understand, so he asked: "I broke my leg, so... free?"

No, during the day the doctor also said that the situation is optimistic, and he will be discharged from the hospital after half a month of rest.

Grim Reaper obviously paused, thinking: "Broken leg? It's cancer in the record book..."

"It doesn't matter, just take it away!"

He squeezed out an imaginary sickle out of thin air, and stabbed straight at Song Zuan.

Song Zuan wanted to hide, but he was careless and didn't dodge.

The sickle pierced in, and there was no pain, but Song Zuan's soul and body had been stripped away.

"Brother, let's talk about it, I haven't lived enough, I haven't spent the 100 million I just earned, I haven't married a wife, I'm still a child, I can't die..."

The Grim Reaper didn't listen to Song Zuan's explanation at all, hooked his soul with a sickle and walked in the darkness, walking...

Go to a place that looks like a checkpoint.

Song Zu thought to himself: something is wrong!

It seems that he is laying on the floor next to the cesspit this time - not far from death (shit)!

The god of death dragged Song Zuan to pass the checkpoint, but there was a voice:

Drip - Recognition failed.

Tried again, still:

Drip - Recognition failed.

After trying seven or eight times in a row, Song Zu'an still couldn't pass.

The god of death finally realized the seriousness of the problem——

"Fuck! Did you catch the wrong person?"

But he behaved dignifiedly, without panic.

He turned his head and looked at Song Zuan with a smile.

"Congratulations, you have become the lucky darling of Death."

"Lucky Beloved?" A series of question marks formed on Song Zu'an's brows.

"The head of the wrong person was collected by the god of death, and he is called the lucky darling?"

Can't say that without 10 years of cerebral thrombosis!

The god of death ignored him, and continued: "This god has decided to give you 1 million yuan."

"Gift? Are you sure it's not compensation?"

"Almost, as compensation for taking your wrong head, you will get 1 million yuan."

"I'm all dead, what's the use of asking for 1 million?"

A sentence suddenly appeared in Song Zu'an's mind - the furthest distance in the world is when a person dies and the money is not spent.

The only gratifying thing is that the old lady is alive.

The god of death continued: "If you don't want it, forget it."

"I want it!" Song Zu'an said that he was upright, although he said that he would not be able to spend money if he died, but he didn't want it for nothing, maybe he could call his family.

He immediately stretched out his hand and made a prostitute voice: "Where is the money?"

"Money... this... well, to get this 1 million yuan, you still need to complete some tasks."

"Oh, my God!" Song Zu'an was shocked, "Listen to this voice of wisdom! You made a mistake in your work and took my head by mistake, and you gave me a compensation, but I have to do a task to get it?"

The god of death said calmly, "This mission can bring you back to life."

Song Zuan hesitated in seconds.

"When I was farting just now, if you have any task, just tell me, and I will do it!"

There is such a great opportunity to be resurrected, and there is still 1 million yuan, it is simply pie in the sky.

Writing novels really makes a lot of money. Not only did I earn 100 million through my own efforts, but now I also have 1 million yuan from the god of death.

Winner in life!

Death quietly looked up Song Zuan's life history, then cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "As we all know, you were beaten to death by readers in your life, so..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Zuan quickly interrupted, "Didn't you kill me by mistake?"

"No, no, you were beaten to death by readers."

"You took the wrong head and died."

"Do you still want to be resurrected?"

"I want to..." Song Zuan was cowardly and skinny, and he continued: "I really want to be resurrected, but my father taught me to be honest."

"Then you are a ghost now, you don't have to be honest anymore."

Song Zu'an felt that what the God of Death said seemed to make sense.

"So how did you die in this life?"

"Killed by readers."

Satisfied, the god of death reached an agreement with Song Zu'an, nodded, and continued, "Yes, why did the readers hit you? It's not because your novels are so bad."

"So if you want to be resurrected, you have to solve the problem from the root."

"You, Song Zu'an! You are about to transmigrate into a novel you wrote!"

"Wonderful!" Song Zu'an slapped his thigh, mouth shut with joy.

"The hero I wrote is a winner in life!"

"Who told you to dress up as the hero?"

Song Zu'an scratched his hair, and said straightforwardly: "I have the appearance of an emperor, can you bear it if I don't dress up as a male protagonist?"

Death thought for a moment.

"I'll give you three choices, one: dress up as the male lead, and the male lead's halo will be torn off; two: dress up as the male lead, and the male lead's halo will be torn off; three: explode on the spot."

"Uh... Since you sincerely gave me a choice, I'll choose the second one."

The god of death was still in a hurry to accept the next wave of heads, so he immediately explained: "Your task is to destroy the aura of the protagonist Jiang Ye in the novel, and prevent him from pretending to be aggressive! Let him learn to respect his teacher and be humble!

After completing the task, I will resurrect you in place, and all the assets you get in the novel can be brought to real life. "

Song Zuan secretly sighed.

If he had known this earlier, he would have weakened Jiang Ye's aura of the protagonist a bit.

"In order to help you complete the task faster, this god shows you a celestial prop - the most humane selection system.

Whenever you encounter difficulties, the most user-friendly selection system can generate three solutions to the problem.

You are free to choose a solution from them.Of course, different choices correspond to different results. "

After nagging about this, the god of death finally hid his achievements and fame, and disappeared...

When Song Zuan woke up, he had already appeared in the world of the novel "Almighty College Student".

Sunshine University, Class A, freshman, Department of Mathematics.

"This is a sub-question, how many people have made mistakes for me!"

He was still a little confused when he came in through the book just now, and he heard the deep voice of the math analysis teacher's middle-aged man in his ears.

------End of this chapter--

Ending eggs:

[Song Dazhu]: At the beginning, I hoped that you would honor your ancestors and find a stable job, so I named you Song Zu'an.

[Song Zu'an]: Thank you dad for giving me the name, so I arranged a role for dad in the novel.He has a kind heart and became famous at the age of 60, so he was named Song Rentou.

[Song Nuannuan]: Dad, brother, why do you have to implicate me in your war...