The time came to Wednesday, June 5, 2013, and there were two days left before the college entrance examination.

The third-year students of Rongcheng High School have also entered a state of imminent battle, but Wang Aoran, who is in the 6th class of the third year of high school, is still holding his mobile phone and staring at an online novel and reading it carefully.

"This "Sweeping the World" is really good-looking, even better than "Invincible Sword God"......" Wang Aoran finished reading the latest chapter, and then reluctantly put down his mobile phone and focused on the college entrance examination review questions.

"It's really boring, what's so good about this kind of question." Wang Aoran as a scholar, naturally too lazy to review, although it is said that grinding the gun is not fast, but he has already learned, and there is no point in reviewing, the exam depends on the state, and he can't win the champion of Xi Province if he plays well, but it is still very promising to get the first place in Rongcheng.

After school at noon, Wang Aoran rode his bicycle back to his community.

At this time, a girl riding a bicycle came by.

Wang proudly glanced at it casually, and the surprise of that moment made him stunned, and the bicycle hit the tree on the side of the road with a "bang".

"I'll wipe ......" Wang fell to the ground proudly, with a big bag on his forehead, and the books in his schoolbag were scattered all over the ground.

Just as he was about to continue scolding his mother, a pleasant voice asked, "Are you okay?" ”

"I ......" Wang proudly raised his head and looked at the beautiful girl in white clothes and black pants, and was stunned for a while.

The girl looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old, but her mature and intellectual demeanor made it impossible for him to accurately judge her age.

With his shawl hair, shining eyes, delicate red lips, and perfect face, this moment made Wang Aoran feel like he had met an angel.

"If you're okay, I'll go first." The girl smiled faintly, looked at Wang Aoran, who was still a little overwhelmed, and said, "Don't ride too fast in the future, goodbye." ”

"Okay, goodbye." Wang Aoran blinked his eyes, and an impulse surged into his heart, but soon he gave himself a slap, "Damn, I'm too bad, I actually think about a little girl, I really should be beaten." ”

Wang Aoran packed his schoolbag, sorted out his bicycle, and returned home, still keeping the image of the girl in his mind.

Even when it came to the college entrance examination, he was still affected, and Wang Aoran, who had always been among the best and had high hopes, only took the second line.

Love often comes suddenly, and if a person is hit by love, then he will become brain-dead.

When Wang Aoran interpreted this sentence correctly, the girl he loved was at home with a hairpin and wrote two books, "Sweeping the World" and "Part-time Grandmaster".

These two books have been uploaded for just over two months, and they have already brought her an income of 3.6 million, plus the income of the previous "Invincible Sword God", which has exceeded 10 million.

As a person who became a multimillionaire by writing, Zhao Ya really didn't have any professionalism.

Although she has high requirements for the quality of the two books, her writing attitude in the nature of playing tickets really makes people think that she is the supergod writer "Three Lives and Three Worlds" that has become popular on the Internet.

Recently, the author of the great god Sansheng III, who has been hotly discussed on the Internet, has been ranked in the top three positions of the search list.

Generally, authors who are so popular with half the sky can directly check their real names and specific circumstances.

But Sansheng III has no information at all, and no one even knows whether it is a man or a woman.

If a person is not famous, no one will pay attention to him no matter how mysterious he is, but if a person is famous and mysterious, then he will attract greater attention.

With the significant increase in attention, the online literature industry has set off a wave of searching for the true identity of Sansheng III, and the most direct way is to force the editorial department of Gongyue Wen.com.

Revealing the true identity of Sansheng III to the majority of book lovers is what the editors should have done.

But the editors of China Literature can't help it, and they don't know who Sansheng III is.

When readers and fans learned that Sansheng III was a platinum author who had not signed a contract with his real identity, everyone was stunned.

How can there be such an operation?

Aren't these three lives and three lives afraid that the editors of China Literature Network hacked his money?

Because there is no real and reliable information, there are immediately different opinions on the Internet, and some people speculate that Sansheng III is a big star, who has written millions of words of novels in his spare time, and now hides his identity to update with the saved manuscript.

There is also speculation that Sansheng III is a team, a high-quality and high-speed writing team, because it doesn't want to be known, so it doesn't want to reveal its true identity.

Some people even speculate that this Sansheng III is an artificial intelligence, an artificial intelligence robot that can code words at the speed of light, and it is inevitable that his identity will be inconvenient to reveal.

Of course, there are speculations that he is a genius elementary school student, or an alien, or an online wanderer, or a traverser, and some people say that Sansheng III is a cultivator who has lived for three hundred years, in short, all kinds of bizarre and bizarre speculations have come.

Except for those few rational speculations, the other speculations are more of a joke, and no one believes in the absurd speculations of genius schoolchildren and aliens.

But this also proves from the side that the existence of Sansheng III is a huge mystery.

This makes people who read novels, whenever in the dead of night, have a feeling of being extremely frightened.

Am I just reading a book? You won't be taken away by aliens all of a sudden.

Am I just reading a book? You won't suddenly travel to another world.

Am I just reading a book? I won't suddenly cultivate to the Jindan realm.

However, people's passion will always retreat, and even the greatest enthusiasm will gradually dissipate over time.

In early June, it was obvious that the hottest topic was the college entrance examination.

The final grades of the students in the third year of high school will determine whether they will enter the key university of their choice in a few months, or they will have no choice but to enter an ordinary university, or they will be deceived into entering Pheasant University.

Of course, there are still some people who decide to repeat it, and in this repeating army, there is naturally Wang Aoran who is carried away by love.

A top student who had a chance to win the first place, broke his head because of a small accident, and only got the second line score, even if he didn't want to repeat it, his parents and teachers were not willing.

It's just that Zhao Ya, who is the culprit, doesn't know anything about this matter.

She still went to school and went home step by step, and since she didn't have to run to the rental villa, Zhao Ya spent more time at school.

It's just that whether she is in class or on campus, she spends more time with an indifferent expression and absent-mindedness.

But it was this indifferent and extraordinary expression that made countless students feel crazy, and on Wednesday, June 12, the afternoon of the second period, during the recess, they were in full view.

Ji Haitao, the third class of the sixth year, held a large bouquet of flowers, strode into the fourth class classroom of the fifth year, and after seeing Zhao Ya in the third row, he walked directly to Zhao Ya's seat, bowed affectionately, put the flowers on the desk, knelt on one knee, and then said loudly: "Master Huaqi of the School of Learning, please accept my knees...... Flowers now! ”

The confession of "poof......" was full of fun, and the class was suddenly lively.

And Ji Haitao received the goddess smile he hoped for, and there was a sentence, "I accepted your flowers, I admire you, but we are still too young." ”

Maybe it was because Zhao Ya's words stimulated other students, and then every few days, a student would come to Class 4 of the fifth year to confess their love to Zhao Ya directly.

This nature is already very bad, but these confessions are all sixth-grade students who are about to graduate, and Principal Zhang may only punish these confessional students for the sake of stability, saying that they are disrupting the order of classroom teaching.

Hu Heping, the head teacher of Class 4 of the fifth year, has already been heartbroken by this, and she can't help but sigh, "The world is changing, and I can't keep up." ”