Li Xiaohu had an idea and chose Master Jin Yong's book "The Deer and the Cauldron" to open it.

"The first chapter of the straits of the party, clearing the flow of the straits, the straits of the straits, the straits of the straits, the straits of the straits, the straits of the straits, the straits of the straits, the straits of the straits, the straits of the straits, the

"The north wind is like a knife, and the ground is full of frost. On a road near the coast of the south of the Yangtze River, a team of Qing soldiers held swords and guns in their hands, escorting seven prison vans, rushing to the wind and cold, heading north..."

The first chapter of "The Deer and the Cauldron" is more than 20,000 words. Li Xiaohu reads it very carefully, without missing a single word, and even punctuation marks are not missed.

He finally confirmed that this was not an illusion, and that illusion could not be so real. Even if it was an illusion, it would become real when it reached this point. When it was true, it was true and false. When it was true and false, it was true.

"Hahaha……"

Li Xiaohu suddenly burst into laughter without warning, and his tears almost came out.

Anyone will laugh if you suddenly get such benefits.

But Li Xiaohu didn't know, if fate could make him choose, would he be willing to travel through time and be a pig's feet that will surely make a fortune, or would he stay in his hometown in his previous life and be a dumb online writer who is waiting to die?

Li Xiaohu got the golden finger he had always dreamed of, but he had to endure the pain of being forever separated from his relatives. There is indeed no free lunch in this world.

At this time, there were more and more students in the cafeteria. Looking at Li Xiaohu who was laughing like a madman, the classmates all took a detour, for fear of getting angry.

"Brother Hu, why are you so happy?"

Li Xiaohu's shoulder was suddenly heavily patted. Several teenagers put the plate on the dining table and looked at him with a smile. The school is so big, of course not everyone stayed away from Li Xiaohu. No matter how arrogant people are, there are always a few friends.

Li Xiaohu was stunned for a moment, his eyes swept across the faces of several teenagers, and he shook his head lightly: "It's nothing, I suddenly thought of a joke. I'll eat it, let's go first..."

As he said that, he picked up the dish that had already reached the bottom, stood up, and left.

Several teenagers looked at each other in surprise.

"What's wrong with this guy today?"

"Who knows..."

"Can't it be Lin Yue who gave this guy a look again, right?"

"Ha, it's normal for a toad to eat swan meat. It's normal for this kind of treatment..."

"This guy is not only a toad, but also a very frustrated toad. What's the point..."

“…”

This was a bit against my will. Several teenagers shrugged but did not agree.

To be fair, although Li Xiaohu is not very handsome, his face is clear and masculine. Not only is it not frustrating, but he can be called a tough handsome guy.

...

Li Xiaohu already knew what these teenagers were from his memory, so he left directly and was too lazy to waste his saliva with them.

When I returned to the classroom, there were still more than a dozen students sitting in it, working on exercises. This made Li Xiaohu, who was a veteran, feel a little emotional.

When he was in high school in his previous life, he was so hardworking, and he ate the astronomy writer day and night.

Shaking his head and putting aside his annoyance of leaving his relatives forever, Li Xiaohu decided to be a writer in this life, but of course he was not a loser like in his previous life. If the original copy of Jin Yong's novels could fail, it would be too bizarre.

There are no martial arts masters like Jin Yong, Gu Long, Liang Yusheng, nor any fantasy like Huang Yi. The originator of the time traveling through the air. There are no martial arts masters well-known in the past life in this world. All people and things have become unrecognizable. Therefore, copying all the novels of the masters, there is no need to have any psychological burden at all.

Li Xiaohu sat in his seat, found a stack of clean manuscript papers that had never been used, and began to copy the document.

The first novel he chose to copy was Master Jin's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". Because the martial arts in this book are very "showy", he has always liked them very much.

In fact, Li Xiaohu prefers "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", but "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" followed by "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is in danger of losing, so he has to wait until he has become a little famous before he can bring it out. If a classic novel like "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is really letting him lose his name in his hands, then he will be a great sin.

Jin Yong's novels have been revised many times, and roughly calculated, there should be three versions: the old version originally serialized in Ming Pao; then, Jin Yong carefully revised the old version of the novel for ten years, and later the new version of the Yuanjing and Yuanliu Publishing Company; the new version that was released in 2006 after seven years of revision projects.

There are three versions of the computer in Li Xiaohu's mind. What he chose is the new version that was most well-known in his previous life.

In fact, most of the TV adapted from Jin Yong's novels are basically new versions. The newly revised version was not released until 2006. Li Xiaohu himself was busy with his livelihood in his previous life and had never seen the newly revised version.

I haven't picked up my pen to write for many years. Even if Li Xiaohu copied it completely, his speed was as slow as a snail. At this time, he suddenly missed the bad antique computer in his previous life.

Because he had to submit his articles to a magazine instead of writing for himself, Li Xiaohu had to write his words as neatly as possible. This made the speed slower. It was not until the afternoon class that he wrote less than 5,000 words.

The class bell rang, and the substitute teacher walked into the classroom. Li Xiaohu ignored it at all and just kept copying.

"Huzi, what are you doing?" the deskmate leaned over and said.

"Writing novels..." Li Xiaohu didn't raise his head and kept writing.

"Writing...writing novels?" My deskmate was so shocked that he almost fell to the bottom of the desk. His voice suddenly rose octave, covering up the teacher's speech.

"Zhang Xiaoming..." The English teacher on the podium slapped the table suddenly, his face almost darkened.

"In..." Zhang Xiaoming jumped up from the chair.

The whole class whispered to laugh, and the English teacher's face became darker.

Li Xiaohu finally raised his head, pulled the textbook casually, covered the novel manuscript, and glanced at his deskmate who was allergic to him.

The English teacher came over with a bad face and was about to ask questions, but his eyes suddenly focused on Zhang Xiaoming's desk - a comic book was lying openly there.

Oops, Zhang Xiaoming's eyes drooped and he immediately reacted, but it was too late, so he could only watch the English teacher take away the comic book.

"When is it that you are still in the mood to read comic books? Do you know that there are only four months left before the college entrance examination..." The English teacher looked heartbroken and looked through the cover of the comic book. Suddenly, a handsome face turned red, and he hurriedly said: "I came to the office to find me after school..." He hurriedly rolled up the comic book and walked to the podium.

Li Xiaohu almost burst into laughter. His deskmate is really a weird person. He can actually read pornographic comics produced in the island country.

The English teacher is a young man in his twenties with a little thin skin. Suddenly, he saw two bare-breasted rabbits on the cover. Where else is there any one who doesn’t blush?

Li Xiaohu felt that his deskmate was not only a vulgar person but also a vulgar personality, but his voice was also very distinctive. He was at least 80% similar to Stephen Chow's personal voice actor Shi Banyu, who was the previous life, and he was very funny.

Classmate Zhang Xiaoming laughed, but since this kid dared to read pornographic comics in class, his skin was really thick, with acne-covered shoe-horned face, and it didn't even turn red, which was in sharp contrast to the flushed English teacher.

"Damn, Comrade Lao Yang is really not particular. This year it is the third time that I have confiscated my energy consumption..." Zhang Xiaoming muttered a little depressedly when he sat down.

The English teacher’s surname is Yang. When he heard the name “Comrade Lao Yang”, Li Xiaohu suddenly felt a long-lost sense of intimacy. When he was in school in his previous life, his classmates privately called the teacher, and it seemed that they were doing this indiscriminately.

"Student Xiao Ming," Li Xiaohu felt that the name of his deskmate was very funny and very 'textbook'. He always reminded him of the elementary school textbooks back then. He raised his face and warned his deskmate with a serious and serious expression: "When you read pornographic comics during class, don't you feel ashamed?"

Zhang Xiaoming stared at Li Xiaohu with the look of looking at the psychopath, and wondered: "Student Xiaohu, you have become SB today, right? Why don't you feel sorry for me at all?"

Li Xiaohu was stunned: "Hearts ache? Why should I feel sad?"

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoming was stubborn, he had to slowly say, "The comic that was taken away by Lao Yang just now, but the one you rented outside yesterday..."

Damn... Li Xiaohu said.
Chapter completed!