Ang Lee traveled through time. This was what happened last night. He lay in bed for a whole night before finally sorting out his thoughts.

The original owner of this body is the same name and surname as him, and is also named Ang Lee. He is a freshman in this art academy and the composition department, which is the same as his previous life, but he has graduated.

This world is the same as his previous world, but not exactly the same, because history seems to have a little deviation. As for where the deviation started, Ang Lee checked the information for the night with his mobile phone last night and finally figured it out.

There has never been a world war in this world!

The October Revolution and the Eight-Nation Alliance in my impression have never happened in this world. After the Qing Dynasty declined and fell, the new regime, China, has been maintained to this day, and the international situation has been stable for more than three hundred years.

The benefit of such a situation is the rapid development of economy and culture, the global cultural atmosphere is extremely strong, art has become a common pursuit of people, and every field related to literature and art is prosperous.

This is a parallel world, a paradise for literary and artistic workers.

This is even more of Ang Lee’s paradise, because in the world before him, there were no literary and artistic works in this world!

The mainstream literary and artistic works in this world do not exceed Ang Lee's cognition. The styles and current fashions of those works are still within the scope of Ang Lee's cognition.

This means that Ang Lee can make great achievements in this parallel world with his memories of his previous life, and he can even become an internationally renowned superstar with his literary works in that world!

But Ang Lee was not happy at all because he had died in a car accident in his previous life. Although he traveled to this parallel world, what's so fucking is that there is a time limit!

He even knew that he could still stay in this world for 29 days, 4 hours and 26 minutes, which means that after this time is over, he would die in this parallel world.

And all of this was shown to him by the name in his mind, the Almighty Art System.

As for why he had such a weird system, Ang Lee didn't know, but he didn't dare to doubt it at all, because it was already incredible to be able to travel to this parallel world, so now there is a system that calculates the countdown to his death time.

[Name: Ang Lee (only binding)

Age: 25 (parasitic age 19)

Current reputation value: 0

Current remaining time: 29 days, 4 hours, 26 minutes]

[Note: The fame value is the value calculated by the host himself through the popularity obtained by the outside world. The host needs to break through the fame value in the art field within the specified time, otherwise it will disappear from the current world]

Ang Lee paid attention to the information in his mind and frowned. He was not unfamiliar with the system. He often had golden fingers in previous novels.

But is this really a golden finger?

Could this be a poisonous finger? What kind of system will count down the host's life? Hello!

Ang Lee feels that he is in the next game copy, but he has only one life...

And there is not even a big gift package for a novice! How can I play this?

[The gift package for beginners is already in the system space. Have you given up?]

"No, no, no, no, no... So you can communicate with me?"

The sudden option scared Ang Lee staggered. He had no doubt that if he chose to give up, he might die on the playground on the spot...

[The host can break through the reputation value to unlock the system-related rewards, and the more famous the reputation value you get, the richer the rewards]

......

Breakthrough in fame?

Ang Lee stared at the 0 number in the column of his fame value and fell into deep thought. According to the systematic explanation, fame value is calculated through the popularity gained by the outside world. How can he gain popularity in the art field within this month?

"Here, come, is that Lin Chaomu? Damn it, isn't he so beautiful? No wonder he became the recognized school beauty of our Beijing Arts..."

Just as Ang Lee was still thinking hard, there were bustling discussions in the crowd around him. Today was the first week of school. The military training was just over yesterday. Today was the admission meeting for freshmen. All freshmen had to gather in the track and field field to listen to the principal talking about some messy nonsense.

Ang Lee has been standing in the track and field for half an hour, which means that his life has been wasted for no reason, which makes him very frustrated.

It would be fine if he died in the game or on the soft big bed, he didn't want to die under the principal's nagging!

The track and field, which was originally dead, began to become active because of the arrival of a girl. Ang Lee stopped thinking and looked up.

A girl wearing white short-sleeved ultra-short jeans was slowly walking onto the rostrum. She looked tall and had long legs and slightly curly black hair. When she was waiting for her to reach the rostrum, Ang Lee finally saw her face.

His heartbeat suddenly hit a beat faster. I have to say that this girl is very stunning. According to Ang Lee's two lives, this should be the best-looking peer he has ever seen. No wonder the freshmen in the audience suddenly became active.

"Next, I would like to invite the student representative of the Vocal Music Department, Lin Chaomu, to speak on behalf of Lao Sheng, everyone applauded and encouraged!"

The host said enthusiastically, and there was warm applause from the audience. This scene was almost the same as the fan meeting.

The school beauties of Beijing Arts are not in the performance department but in the vocal music department. It's interesting. An Ang thought in his heart, and Lin Chaomu on the stage began to speak.

"Dear teachers and dear classmates, good morning, I am honored to be the representatives of the old students of this year's New Year Conference. Welcome the juniors to join the Beijing Arts family..."

It is worthy of being a vocal music department, and the sound is indeed good, Ang Lee commented in his heart.

"Is she Lin Chaomu? It turns out that she sang the song "Summer" last year. I didn't expect that people are so beautiful."

"The summer song that ranked third in the Yinhai Cup Newcomer Special Competition last year? Damn it was her singing it? It's still on my playlist."

"This year's Yinhai Cup selection is about to end. I wonder if anyone in our school is on the list."

......

"I hope everyone can have an unforgettable college time. My speech is over, thank you."

The speech was not long, and Lin Chaomu finished speaking for only about five minutes, and warm applause came from the audience again.

"Yinhai Cup? What is that?" Ang Lee turned his head and looked at Wenqiao and said curiously. He seemed to have heard of some game just now?

Wenqiao is the roommate of his body master in this parallel world, so he slept on the bed next to him.
Chapter completed!