[He lowered his head slightly and looked at Zhuge Kongming in front of him. This was a peerless wise man who had lost his life in the Wuzhang Plain in history. This man who had written the admirable saying, "Dedicate oneself to the task until death." Zhuge Kongming was lying on the bed with white hair. The bitterness and sadness in his heart had never stopped.]

[Zhen Meng doesn't know why he came to the Eastern Han Dynasty and became Zhuge Kongming's servant until now.]

[He can't do anything. He can't change anything.

He can only be a bystander and watch the situation change.]

[The moment Zhuge Kongming stopped breathing, Zhen Meng felt suffocated and fell into a coma.]

[When he opened his eyes again, he looked at the familiar yet strange surroundings. His eyes were filled with tears.]

[I woke up from my dream.]

Hajime Anze put down the pen in his hand and let out a sigh of relief.

Great, "A Sudden Dream" is over.

He carefully organized the manuscript and put it in the wooden box labeled "Crows Singing At Night". Hajime Anze stretched his body and took out the manuscript from the other box labeled "Katō Haru". He pondered for a long time before he picked up the pen and continued.

He used two pen names to write. Crows Singing At Night was written in a style that was popular among male readers. Detective Mystery, Horror, and Tomb Raiding was written in a style that attracted the attention of readers.

On the other hand, Huatang Chun wrote a delicate and tender style that girls liked. It was a comedy style, a sad style, and a sweet style. No matter which style was more popular, the money he earned was enough for him to support himself.

At the thought of this, An Zeyi felt a little relieved. Fortunately, this was not the modern era. Otherwise, he would not be able to write a novel with 5,000 million words a day even if he worked himself to death.

After he finished writing "Only Ordinary Path", Hajime Anze put it away neatly. He stood up lazily and stretched.

I'm so tired.

Hajime Anze silently sat down on a chair. His whole body felt warm in a short time. He felt all the fatigue in his body disappear.

He was originally a university student in the 21st century who was about to graduate. After he was killed, he opened his eyes and came to this world.

When he was fished out of the water and found out that it was the Kaiyuan era, Hajime Anze wanted to jump back into the water and go back to the modern world.

But he couldn't.

He was dead.

He was already dead.

He was dead in the modern world.

He didn't even know if this body was his.

His eyebrows and eyes, but there was a mole at the corner of his eye. His face was still his face, but it was a lot younger and seemed to have softened. His temperament was the same temperament, but it was a little bit more. His body was still his hair, and he was shorter. of him............ of his body was still his body, but his hair hair hair hair hair long and he was shorter body...

Hajime Anze looked at his reflection in the water. His young and tender face was clearly his thirteen-year-old self!

His clothes were the size of a thirteen-year-old's body, unlike Detective Conan's, which was too big for his body. He clearly remembered everything that happened in his previous life, but he also found that he was very familiar with knowledge that he should not have come into contact with.

Fortunately, there were many good people in the modern world. An old boatman who had no children and no relatives took him in. He was also a sweet-talker and a cute little boy. Hajime Anze received a lot of money from the old boatman when he helped the old boatman. When he was bullied by a gangster who was jealous of him, he was also helped by a kind hero.

His grandfather was old and frightened, so he passed away soon after.

Hajime Anze lived alone. In order not to starve to death, he could only support himself by writing novels. It had been three years since then.

It had been three years. Time really flew by.

Times were different now. There were no lights at night, only candles (candles were very expensive!).

Hajime Anze cherished his eyesight very much, so when it was dark, he packed up and went to bed early.