Writing a novel is easy to say, but difficult to say, the main thing is persistence, so how did I persevere back then?

Now that I think about it, I went to boarding school. Morning self-study begins at 6:50 in the morning and ends at 9:50 in the evening, and all electronic products are prohibited during the school period. As a result, I had to rely on the odd hours of self-study and recess to write novels, and I had to be on the lookout for the teachers' ganks all the time.

Now that I think about it, it's really weirdly hard.

The love for novels occupies a lot of weight.

The support of the students is also a big help.

My memory is a little blurry, but I vaguely remember that someone had given me a lot of encouragement, and as for what that person looked like, I can't remember it at all.

At the moment, I was sitting in the dining seat of the faculty cafeteria, eating large meat noodles in a stainless steel bowl. To be honest, the taste of this noodle is very average, but I still eat it very deliciously.

Sitting in the faculty cafeteria and eating with an open stomach and not worrying about the bell of class was one of the ultimate pursuits of my junior high school days.

Thinking about where I am now, my mind is once again drifting away—isn't there such an assumption about time and space?

If a person can run around a tree at the speed of light, then he will be able to successfully communicate with himself......

Cough. It should be: if a person goes back in time and prevents his parents from knowing and falling in love, will he still exist?

Technically, a traditional theory holds that there is only one universe, and if man can really go back to the past, then any changes he makes will affect the development of this universe, because everything is inherently connected.

So, if this man had gone back in time and killed his great-grandfather, then there would have been no him. The "Butterfly Effect" series, for example, is a representation of this kind of view. But there is an important question that cannot be solved by this theory: if there is no such man, then how would he go back and kill his great-grandfather?

This theory seems to be called the "great-grandfather paradox".

And I have the opportunity to test this theory at this time, if I go to kill "my junior high school me" now, then ...... Forget it, I don't have the consciousness of sacrifice yet.

Something like this should be left to the great scientists who have the opportunity to cross over.

Do you want to spoil "myself"?

For example: young man, I see that you have beautiful eyebrows and clear bones, and a year later a certain company will launch a competitive online game called "League of Legends", you must try it as soon as possible.

Don't wait until a year later to get back into the pit and miss out on the opportunity.

It's perfect for you, and it might set you on the path to getting rich by selling bread without worrying about eating and drinking.

Another example: little brother, the old man pinched his fingers, and you will meet a girl with an X in her name in high school. When that time comes, please don't suppress the throbbing in your heart and go confess it, boy! Don't wait for her to go to another place, and then regret it.

Or: In the year of Sao Nian, you must study in the Academy of Fine Arts in college, and pure art students in comprehensive universities will not end well! For example, I am at this moment, and I am actually you in the future.

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After lunch, I strolled to my junior high school classroom, and after some questioning, I found my destination.

Standing in the corridor, looking through the window, looking at myself listening carefully to the class, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: Look, that kid looks so handsome when he's serious!

Later, I went to the outer corridor on the second floor, leaning on the metal guardrail, and watching the scenery of the campus.

When the bell rang, there were more students in the cloister, and many of them were watching me curiously.

I can understand that they may not have seen a teacher as young and delicate as me.

When the next class started, I turned around and walked back to my classroom, which was empty and everyone's desks were tidy. Looks like they're all going to physical education class.

No way, if the desktop is cluttered, it will be deducted points by the weekly student. When the time comes, it will inevitably come from the head teacher's preaching.

Suddenly, "I" appeared in my sight.

I hurriedly moved away to avoid being spotted by the "me" who was looking around.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, I peeked out of the window again, and I was surprised to find that "I" was writing something on the table.

I observed for a while, and from the way "I" was writing, thinking, and observing my surroundings, I came to the conclusion that I was writing a novel.

My interest was ignited instantly, and I quietly walked into the classroom and came to "me".

I watched for a while before "I" realized that I was coming.

"I" was startled at first, then pushed the notepad into the crack of the workbook on the desk with great swiftness, then raised his head and smiled a little nervously: "Hello teacher—huh?" It's you! ”

"Hello."

“…… You... Hello. I could see that "I" was secretly relieved.

"What were you doing? How not to go to physical education class. "I stared at the location where the notepad with the novel was hidden.

"I" smiled at my question, and said with a dry smile: "Keep a diary." ”

"Really? I just saw the words 'Magic Exam'. I quipped, "When did this school have a magic class?" Am I falling behind? ”

"I" was dumbfounded by my question, and there was an expression on my face that "cheating on the exam was discovered", "I...... I'm writing a novel, I'm sorry. ”

"What's so sorry about this, I used to secretly write novels when I was in junior high school."

"Really!?"

"What are you lying to, can you show me?"

“……”

"What do you do if you laugh so reluctantly, just forget it if you don't show it." Believe it or not, I'll tell you head teacher wow!

"I" saw my true thoughts at the moment from my look, "I" first rolled my eyes, quite my demeanor back then, well, this is my demeanor back then.

"I" pulled the notepad out of the workbook and handed it to me nervously and shyly.

I stretched out my hands, solemnly took the notepad, and turned a page lightly.

"Math homework, 1 paper roll, workbook P45, P46......"

I'll flip again.

"English essay, on campus life, requires more than 120 words ......"

I kept flipping.

Ok, this time it's finally the text of the novel.

"The Blood Wheel Continent is the only continent in the world, inhabited by humans, elves, orcs and other races, magic and martial arts develop together on this continent, and the level of magicians and warriors is from level one to level nine......"

Tsk, that's the level setting with a strong sense of vision.

I pursed my lips with a painful expression.

"Hey!"

"I," exclaimed with a red face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

I watched patiently.

Writing...... It's too immature, but the handwriting is quite beautiful.

Plot...... Is there a must be an entrance test for the college and dog blood?

Dialogue description...... Uh, can you stop using the "jade hand" and "cold smile", I see that I am embarrassed.

"Old ...... Division! ”

"I" blushed and gritted his teeth.

Needless to say, my expression must be extremely rude at the moment.

"I'm sorry, but you write well, much better than when I was a kid?"

"Really?" After hearing this, "I" showed a distrustful expression.

Well written? Then why do you make an expression of eating flies, what a hypocrisy!

"Really, it's a little immature, but it's beautiful!" I smiled in response.

"It's... Really...... Thank you, teacher. ”

Hey, why do you have to put on a shy look, can you be a little manly? Although it's very eye-catching... Cough! However, when I was in junior high school, I would never be such a sissy.

I retracted my gaze and refocused on the novel in front of me.

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