After entering the time travel text, I got on well with the male protagonist

After the spring outing, Tan Hao's life through books is on the right track.

Many people in the class have already put on summer school uniforms. At this time, the temperature is at the critical point between spring and summer. It will be hot and sweaty at noon, but it will be a bit cool at night. People with hot bodies still prefer to wear school uniforms. short sleeves.

These days, Tan Hao fishes in class every day. Although his and Tan Siguan's lives are at stake, and the mystery of reincarnation through the book is still hidden behind the clouds, what he can do is very limited, nothing more than thinking.

Therefore, he often dragged his chin in class to imagine the possibility of getting out of the book, but looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, his thoughts often followed the birds, and when he recovered, the day was over.

On the other hand, Tan Siguan, Tan Hao can always see him wandering around the campus after school, and sometimes looks at him in a small mirror in class, and can find him looking around thoughtfully, as if he is doing a human investigation experiment, like a psychopath.

When Tan Hao complained about him, he always replied, "Your new traversers don't have a sense of crisis, and don't understand the horror at the end of a round", and then continued to imagine wildly.

Recently, Tan Hao even discovered that Tan Siguan had picked up an evil book.

--"Quantum mechanics"

Tan Hao asked at the time: "Are you maintaining your Xueba personality?"

Tan Siguan replied while watching: "If I want to create a character design, I will read "Nietzsche's Superman Philosophy" instead of "Quantum Mechanics", so as to stabilize my Nobel Prize winner character design by the way. "

It seems that Tan Siguan is also confused about his identity as a Nobel Prize winner.

Tan Hao asked: "Then you plan to get a way to leave the world in the book? Is it useful?"

Tan Siguan shook his head and stopped answering.

Just when Tan Hao was lamenting how boring life is, he forgot one thing.

——There are always some strange activities in the school in the campus novel.

The English teacher walked into the class holding the lesson plan. Their English teacher is a cool girl. She doesn’t like to talk nonsense in class. Every time she prepares a lot of class content, it always takes 5 minutes to finish the class, so sensible students will Use the toilet before English class.

When Tan Hao saw the English teacher, his whole body would tense up.

After "Tan Hao" transmigrated into this article, he achieved excellent grades in all aspects, among which the English subject was among the best. It happened that the English class representative from their class had transferred to another school, so everyone pushed "Tan Hao" up and appointed him as the new student. English class representative.

It can be seen that this English teacher likes "Tan Hao" very much, and every time he encounters a question that everyone does not know, he will ask Tan Hao to answer it, so Tan Hao has to ask "Tan Hao" to come out every time he has an English class, and he is very tired.

Unlike in the past, this time the English teacher did not start teaching as soon as she entered the classroom. Instead, she mentioned another matter.

"There is an English festival this month. Our grade has decided to have an English program for each class, and the program is limited to 10 minutes. Who is willing to take charge?"

Tan Hao scanned the class and saw that everyone kept their heads down, afraid of being drawn into troublesome things.

Damn real.

An English teacher has been in the profession for many years, and the situation in front of her is obviously not what she expected. Her words were like a formality, and Tan Hao suddenly felt a gaze cast on him.

"Class representative, can you take the responsibility?"

Tan Hao recalled the original work.

In the original book, "Tan Hao" naturally took over this task. At the time of the English festival, "Tan Hao" and Yan Xun were in an underground relationship. , always likes to find reasons to stay with Yan Xun more, so he said something when the English teacher gave him a task.

"Okay, but stage plays need scripts... I'm not very good at writing scripts."

The English teacher had already projected a ppt on the computer, she heard the words and said casually: "Then find a classmate to help you... Oh, by the way, is there a Nobel Prize winner in your class?"

This tone is as common as Nobel Prize winners and small flowers and grasses on the side of the road.

Xia Yongqin sat in the front row of the classroom and was usually very active in class. She immediately said, "Yan Xun can pass, he wrote a mystery novel!"

Hearing this, Tan Hao was at a loss for words.

It is not easy to win the Nobel Prize for Literature. Its works must have strong literariness and writing skills. Speculative novels—whether they are social or tough guys, as long as there is reasoning, their literariness is difficult to compare with pure literature.

In other words, it is almost impossible to win the Nobel Prize in Literature by reasoning novels.

The author of the original text randomly piled buffs on Yan Xun's body, but never thought about its feasibility.

However, now that they are in the book, no matter how resentful they are, they can't reason with the author. They have to accept that Yan Xun has the ability to win a literary award for writing mystery novels.

The English teacher raised his eyebrows: "It's pretty good, then Yan Xun, can you cooperate with Tan Hao?"

Tan Siguan raised his head in despair: "Yes."

"That's good, let's go to class."

Tan Hao took a small mirror to observe Tan Siguan's face, and saw that his eyes were vacant outside the window for a while, his face was ashen, and when he turned his head, he glared fiercely in Tan Hao's direction.

Tan Hao probably knew why Tan Siguan was like this.

In the original book, the author only wrote that Tan Hao and Tan Siguan performed on the stage, under the eyes of everyone, you and me, and everyone was amazed by the exquisiteness of the script, and they all blew the plot to the sky.

However, the original text is only for the content of the script!Character!not yet!carry!

In other words, Tan Siguan not only has to write a mystery novel that is so awesome that it can win the Nobel Prize for Literature, but also to convince the audience.

"Why are you looking for trouble for me again!"

After school, Tan Siguan stopped Tan Hao. He shook the "Quantum Mechanics" in his hand displeasedly, and said, "I'm about to die, and you are still looking for so many things before I die. The award-winning mystery novel ...Don't talk about winning an award, I can't hold back a word about reasoning!"

Tan Hao rubbed the tip of his nose, he knew he was wrong: "At that time, I was so wrong that I was mentioned by the teacher. How could I have so many fantasies... It was that 'Tan Hao' who asked you to write it, so you can't blame me..."

Tan Siguan sighed heavily, and he turned his head, as if he didn't plan to talk to Tan Hao any more.

Tan Hao had an idea, and he said: "Hey, it's not impossible, Tan Siguan can't write, you can ask 'Yan Xun' to come out and write!"

Tan Siguan glanced down at him: "How?"

On weekends, inside KFC.

"Dude, I haven't finished my homework yet, why are you calling me out at night?"

Yin Feibai gnawed on French fries with a puzzled expression. Tan Hao and Yan Xun were sitting opposite him. Yan Xun had a laptop in front of him and opened the word page.

Tan Hao said maliciously: "As for that damn stage play, time is running out, we decided to finalize the script first, and let's think about ideas together."

Yin Feibai scratched his head with a "hehe" sound: "Leave reasoning to God Yan, and we poor people should not point fingers."

Tan Hao turned Tan Siguan's computer at an angle so that Yin Feibai could see the screen, and he said, "It's okay, you don't need to do anything, just watch Yan Xun typing."

Yin Feibai chewed the food, he felt that there was a fraud in it, and asked cautiously: "Why?"

Tan Hao said: "If you tell you to read it, you can read it, Tan Si... Yan Xun, let's start writing."

Tan Siguan knew that Tan Hao would not have any good ideas. He put his hands on the keyboard expressionlessly, and before he could move his hands, Yin Feibai turned his head quickly: "No, no, no, you write, finish writing I’ll come back to read it again, how strange it is to read and write at the same time.”

Yin Feibai didn't know what was going on in his head, he turned his head and closed his eyes, and was biting his nails again, as if he couldn't avoid something.

Tan Siguan had no choice but to say: "It's okay, I don't mind, I can't write if you don't look at me."

Yin Feibai shook his head again and again: "No, I don't deserve it...my mother told me to go home early for dinner, so I'll go first!"

Before Tan Hao reached out to break his head away, Yin Feibai disappeared with a "shua".

Yin Feibai and Tan Hao have a good relationship, but they still can't let go in front of Tan Siguan. Even after the spring outing, there is no improvement. However, Yin Feibai is not a twitchy character, which makes Tan Hao guess that No. 45 is a shy girl.

Tan Siguan closed the notebook with a tired face: "Too sensitive."

Tan Hao rubbed his chin, and said, "Don't worry, I'll bring another person over."

An aunt who was watching the children looked at the young man beside her, and clicked her nose inexplicably: "What did you say?"

Tan Hao had to increase the volume: "Auntie! Could you! Do us a favor!"

The aunt looked Tan Hao up and down vigilantly. She seemed to have an epiphany and protected the child beside her: "What do you want to do?"

Tan Hao knew what she had misunderstood when he saw the aunt's movements: "Don't worry, we don't kidnap children! You can bring the children with you."

Tan Siguan heard Tan Hao approaching and said to the people around him: "Do you know who the winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature last year is?"

The aunt frowned and said, "Norbe...learned...what?"

Tan Hao's throat was a little itchy from shouting. He regretted it very much now. At this moment, he heard the child say: "I know! His name is Yan Xun, and he wrote mystery novels. I admire him!"

Tan Hao was pleasantly surprised, he hurriedly picked up the child and walked to Tan Siguan, ignoring the yelling from the aunt behind him, pointed to Tan Siguan and said, "This is Yan Xun."

The child was taken aback when he heard the words, he was obviously not easy to deceive: "I have seen his picture, I want to see his face!"

After witnessing Tan Siguan's face slowly turning around, the child suddenly seemed to be on a stimulant: "Wow! It's the real Yan Xun! Mom, I saw a celebrity!"

Hearing what his child said, the aunt looked at them suspiciously. Tan Hao didn't miss this opportunity, and immediately said to the child: "Now this brother is going to write a script. Can the child supervise my brother?"

The child was immersed in the joy of seeing celebrities at the moment, and he didn't think about why a Nobel Prize winner needed his supervision. He just said in a daze: "Yes!"

Tan Hao breathed a sigh of relief, and he nodded towards Tan Si.

Tan Siguan turned on the computer, touched the keyboard with his fingertips, and thought that maybe this method is really feasible, and Tan Haoduo still has a bad idea.

With that in mind, he typed out a bunch of...garbled characters.