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"Song of the Lute Player is a long narrative poem composed by the Tang dynasty poet Bai Juyi. It is also one of his representative works. The entire poem's narration and emotions are closely linked together to create a vivid character image. The language is flowing and the melody is mellow. Especially when it comes to the ode describing the lute playing, the narration is vivid, tactful, and sad. Through the description of the lute player's wonderful playing skills and her experiences, it reveals the corruption of feudal bureaucrats, the social unrest, and the hardship of people, and expresses the poet's feelings towards society at that time."

Chenbei No. 1 High School, the top high school in the province.

The Chinese teacher of Class 3 Grade 12, Zhang Dongping, was on the podium. He was holding a textbook and explaining the ancient poem Song of the Lute Player to the 50 students below the stage.

Although it was the first semester of their last year in high school, the students were already preparing for the college entrance examination. One could hear nothing except for the loud, clear voice of the teacher explaining the poem.

"You have to memorize the poem. This is a very important part of the entire textbook. I'm sure there will be something about it on your paper in the college entrance examination. If you can not memorize it, then read or write it a few more times. Anyway, you have to memorize it!"

Dang! Dang! Dang!

The class bell rang. The teacher paused and looked at his watch. Then, he passed down the model test papers. "Bring them to me tomorrow morning," he said to the class monitor before announcing the end of class.

Other than those going to the toilet, almost all the students were engrossed in their studies, and some of them even started doing the test papers.

Such a thing could only be seen in the class with the top students. Those from the other classes were already playing in the corridor.

Lin Yu happened to be one of the students in the top class. However, he did not study hard like the other students. Instead, he sighed in the second last seat by the window. "Gosh! What should I do?"

He already knew that he might not be able to return to his original world because he had transmigrated.

Unlike other transmigrators who would go to some crazy immortal cultivation world, martial arts world, or historical world, Lin Yu actually transmigrated to the world in one of his novels.

He had written a lot of novels, but most of them sold poorly. Now he finally produced a good one.

To his annoyance, he not only transmigrated into it as a supporting character, but as an antagonist.

The hero of this book was incredibly powerful. He beat Lin Yu up when the two of them quarreled for some trifles. If it was not for his sister coming out to mediate the fight, Lin Yu might have died.

The thought of being beaten up by the protagonist as soon as he had just transmigrated into the new world made him furious. It was him who had created the hero, so he could be even considered as his father. How could a son hit his father?

"Forget it. You're only a supporting character and won't be killed. Just watch the show quietly. After all, the plot is quite interesting," he thought.

Lin Yu was used to staying at home and living peacefully, so he didn't want to stir any trouble. Now, he only wanted to be a walk-on character. After all, this place was no different from the real world. He would just treat it as changing his identity and living a new life.

Of course, he also wanted to observe how the protagonist in his novel looked to others. 10 days was enough for him to understand this unfamiliar world.

The novel called The Last Immortal Cultivator should be the most popular one he had ever written.

The protagonist of this book was Zhao Linzi, who had just beaten him up without any mercy this morning.

Lin Yu touched his wound wrapped in a white bandage and complained in a low voice, "It hurts so much!"

The main story of this book was how the hero defeated the provocateurs. His cheat was the technique for immortal cultivation. However, this cultivation book was now in Lin Yu's hands.

Last week, Lin Yu went to the five most famous mountains in the country, and brought all the martial arts manuals back from Mount Kunlun.

Although he just wanted to be a minor character, since he had gotten the manuals, there was no reason not to cultivate. He was only a weak, ordinary person in his previous life. Now that he had the chance to become an immortal, he should not let go of such a good chance of course. Thinking of this, he was filled with joy.

"You're the protagonist, right? When I'm done cultivating, I'll beat you up until you wet your pants! I won't show you any mercy!" he muttered to himself.

A stream of energy was constantly circulating in his body. With each circulation, he could feel himself becoming stronger.

The corner of his mouth slightly curled up. Any man who had such an incredible cultivation technique would want to have as many women as possible, but Lin Yu was an exception. He did not have any worldly desires and just wanted to be a minor character who lived a carefree life.

"That's Lin Youwei. Why is she in our class?

"She is so beautiful! She deserves to be the school belle."

"Don't try to hit on her. Yin Qiang said he would break the legs of those who dared to flirt with her!"

Turning his head, Lin Yu also looked at the door. What greeted his eyes was a slim girl with a tender face, plump lips, and curvy body.

He remembered that Lin Youwei was the main character in the early stage of the novel. It was this woman who always got the protagonist into trouble. Fortunately, the hero handled every crisis with ease every time.

"Isn't the protagonist, Zhao Linzi, in first year? How come she came to our class?" he wondered.

Lin Youwei looked into the room at the door. Finally, she saw Lin Yu and walked towards him.

"Huh? She's here for me?" In his panic, Lin Yu unconsciously lowered his head.

While everyone was still in a daze, Lin Youwei arrived in front of Lin Yu and pushed his shoulder.

Lin Yu raised his head and met her eyes.

Lin Youwei blushed with shyness. Her voice trembled slightly in the beginning, then as if she had made up her mind, she raised her voice. "Well, Lin Yu, I… I like you. Can you be my boyfriend?"

"What?!" The classroom was dead silent.