In a rental house of more than ten square meters, a decadent young man dragging a data cable several meters long rolled around on the bed holding his mobile phone.
His hair was very long and messy like a chicken coop. One glance showed that this man had not been out for several days.
"I am a desperate author, but I can't arrange the final ending for the characters I write according to my own preferences? The female villain should not die a good death.
You can spray it as you please, at worst I'll switch to a smaller account and start over. "
The young man snorted, threw his phone aside and prepared to sleep.
In order to finish his first novel, he has been staying up late these days.
I just saw the news two days ago that a well-known online writer died suddenly at home and was not discovered until several days later.
He doesn't want this. Money must be earned, but health comes first.
Soon, the sound of even breathing could be heard in the rental house.
In my sleep, I don’t know whether it was because I was thinking about it day by day or dreaming about it at night, or because I was sprayed by readers and had a psychological shadow.
The young man dreamed of the female villain in his book. The female villain looked at him angrily, asking him why he had arranged such a tragic ending for her, and said she would make him pay with blood.
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"Please don't run after me. Can't I write a spin-off ending for you?"
Ye Yan suddenly sat up from the bed, with a helpless expression on his sleepy face.
He was really frightened and couldn't sleep well all night. No matter what he did, the female villain would always appear next to him and cry out for injustice.
If he hadn't received nine years of compulsory education and had advocated science rather than superstition since he was a child, he would definitely have thought that he had bumped into a female ghost.
Otherwise, how could he dream of someone all night? When he broke up with his first girlfriend, he never had such an outrageous dream.
Ye Yan sat on the bed and adjusted for a while. The state of being awake but not yet fully awake finally faded away. His eyes gradually widened and his pupils began to focus from the scattered state.
According to his habit of getting up in the past, the first thing he saw when he woke up should be dark red curtains and light green walls.
But what’s with the quaint room in front of me and the furniture and furnishings that are obviously expensive at first glance?
Ye Yan rubbed his eyes and continued to look around, but the result remained the same.
"What's going on? Am I still dreaming!"
While talking to himself, Ye Yan chose a method that looked silly but was very classic and useful. He raised his hand and slapped himself hard on the face.
There was a crisp sound, and he screamed in pain, but everything in front of him still did not shatter like a mirror.
Now it was certain that he was not dreaming.
"It's not a dream, then the new machine word digs out one Mo Heduo (there is only one truth)."
Ye Yan raised his hand to push up the non-existent primary school student glasses, and said with excitement: "I have traveled through time."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the room suddenly opened, and a group of people hurried in, looking at Ye Yan timidly with expressions of fear on their faces.
This sudden change interrupted the smile on Ye Yan's face. He first subconsciously looked at the two men and two women who broke into the room, and then his mind started to spin crazily in overclocking mode.
The way he traveled through time was obviously soul travel, and he had an identity in this world. He should be the young master of a large ancient family.
This kind of start is much better than most of the fellow travelers.
But he has a very fatal flaw, that is, he does not inherit the memory of his original body.
I don't know if there is any mysterious power in this world. If it exists, once he shows any abnormality, the situation will become very dangerous.
Judging from their clothes and their behavior after entering the house, these two men and two women must be maids and guards dedicated to serving him.
Judging from the way members of ancient large families got along, these two men and two women should be the people who know the original person the most, maybe even more than the original person's parents.
Thinking of this, Ye Yan once again looked at the two men and two women standing like minions.
He raised his hand and pointed at the maid who was shaking the most among the four: "She stays, and the rest of them will get out of here. No one is allowed to come in without my instructions."
After hearing Ye Yan's instructions, the three people who were not selected breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly bowed and exited the room.
As for the maid who was left behind, her body was already visibly trembling and she might lose her balance at any time.
What Ye Yan wants is this effect. When a person is extremely scared, what he says will be more credible. If he shows any difference from his original self when being questioned later, it will not be easy to be discovered.
"Am I scary? Are you so afraid of me?" Ye Yan pretended to be solemn.
This time the maid finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground.
"This slave knows that I was wrong, and please forgive me, Your Highness."
There was a cry in the maid's voice. Her body was already thin and she was relatively young, so she looked very pitiful.
But Ye Yan couldn't care about this at this time. There were ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping in his heart.
Your Highness? Damn it, so I'm still a prince.
Ye Yan's heart was broken. He didn't want to be a prince at all.
Anyone who has watched palace TV dramas or read history knows that the ancient royal family has been ruthless since ancient times. Royal children rarely die well, but many die early.
How could he, a pitiful and helpless modern street-fighting author, be able to play with the scheming bOy that he has been exposed to since childhood.
No, I have to express my attitude as soon as possible. I will never take the throne to whomever I like.
Ye Yan made up his mind, looked at the maid who was prostrated, and said, "Does your Highness have any plans recently?"
The maid tried her best to stop her tears, raised her head slightly and said, "Yesterday the Imperial Concubine sent someone to give Your Highness some time to visit the Imperial Concubine."
Ye Yan thought for a moment and said, "Let them come in and help His Highness wash and dress. He is going to meet his mother and concubine."
He is the prince born to a noble concubine, and his status among princes is not low.
If he wanted to express his attitude, his biological mother would definitely have to take a closer look.
Although he was just showing off, his mother and concubine were secretly fighting for power for him.
That would be embarrassing.
"By the way, prepare a bronze mirror for your highness." Ye Yan added to the maid who was about to exit the room.
Only then did he remember that he still didn't know what he looked like.
I hope it looks good enough for readers.
After the maid left and closed the door, he hurriedly lifted the quilt and touched himself from beginning to end.
The body is strong and powerful, the height is between 180cm and 185cm, the facial features are well-defined, without any strange shapes, not bald, not short-sighted, and not bearded.
After getting a rough impression of his figure and appearance, he swallowed and used his index finger to open his silver-white underwear.
After taking a look at the results, he breathed a huge sigh of relief.
The scale is not inferior to the previous life, very good! Very good!
