Your Beginning, My Beginning, Seems Different~

(Brain storage unit)

(The settings I added are a bit strange)

My name is Sima Zhenglong. I am an adult currently staying in a suite at a high-end hotel in Tokyo, and my mood is complicated.

This is a long story, but unfortunately, I cannot make a long story short.

Before completing this reincarnation, I was working overtime at the company. Blessed with the "fortune" of overwork, I had no way to resist the lashings of life, so I could only invite Gongjin—oh, wait, no—I could only lie down and enjoy it.

However, under the pressure of layoffs, I had no choice but to start grinding. Sometimes, the birth of a corporate slave is just that simple.

Until I, a beast of burden who had never drunk coffee, recklessly tried to use the mighty power of caffeine to help me survive a second consecutive all-nighter. Feeling my heartbeat accelerate rapidly, I closed my eyes in pain.

When I woke up, I discovered I had restarted!

The resurrection surgery was very simple. In this life, I am still a boy from the Dragon Kingdom, though the worldview has undergone a slight change—not that it changed by much.

My family background is also quite excellent; it can be called a true family of scholars, or to use another term, a "learning valve."

I have an older brother and an older sister. Both were selected for the gifted class; one chose the field of biology, which is known as a graveyard, while the other chose physics, which is seen as a beacon of hope.

As for me, I don't have much interest in science and engineering. My edges were smoothed away by my previous life's work, exhausting all my interest. Choosing the liberal arts could be considered my way of enjoying life.

I originally thought the liberal arts would be a bit dull and tedious, but I didn't expect my uncles and aunts to be far more interested in my hobbies than I was in becoming a writer.

After all, in this day and age, there are truly too few young people willing to delve into the field of traditional literature.

The changes in this world's worldview are also reflected in this aspect. After being taught in turns by my uncles and aunts, I discovered that the void in the literary field of this world is a little bit... huge.

And with my reincarnation came a "system" that turned into the "Literary Master Transporter System" once I chose my future path. It seems my system doesn't think I can become a literary master in this world through my own efforts. This is truly a pity.

I originally wanted to get along with everyone as an ordinary reincarnator, relying on my own efforts to walk the path of lying flat.

Unexpectedly, this god-given system made my already affluent life feel a bit suffocating.

At first, I thought this Literary Master Transporter System could become my "hard work and sweat," but I just never found out how to activate it.

In the years when I couldn't rely on external forces, I could only accumulate knowledge and learn writing alongside my elders.

Fortunately, I actually have some talent in literature. Without relying on my elders' help, the few short stories I published online received quite good feedback; in terms of quantity, they are on par with the short stories published in magazines with their help, which also gave my social media account a small foundation of followers.

Writing, you see, inspiration is important, and accumulation is also important.

I felt it didn't matter whether I attended middle school or not, so I applied to skip grades directly to the third year of middle school, then took a leave of absence to travel.

After traveling domestically, it was time for abroad. After all, traveling is fun for a moment, and traveling forever is always fun.

The tragedy is that I encountered my life's Waterloo at the first stop of my overseas trip.

Neon, a magical country. My reason for traveling here was to visit the Sendai Lu Xun Plum research and investigation center.

Then, I was requested by my elders to visit Professor Takahashi of the University of Tokyo there, and it would be best to get a few more bottles of plum wine to send back.

After I arrived and visited the professor, I learned that this plum wine had quite a background. It was brewed from the Sendai Lu Xun Plum, and that single plum tree could only produce less than thirty bottles per harvest.

In the end, I paid the price of a manuscript for one of my future articles to exchange for fifteen bottles of plum wine and fifteen bottles of fruit juice.

After asking him to help send ten bottles of wine back to my country, I only took one bottle of juice and a letter with me. The rest of the juice and wine were stored there for me to pick up next time.

Anyway, I was spending my future manuscript; there shouldn't be any problem with me skimming a little off the top, right?

Moreover, this could also be considered a way for me to vent the dissatisfaction in my heart, because that letter really gave me a bad feeling.

When I tore it open, my first reaction was that this world was at least relatively normal, and my second reaction was to mourn for my life during high school.

Simply put, my elders felt I had played too much these past few years and needed to settle down. Plus, since I had traveled to so many places, I must have accumulated experience, so they commissioned this professor to find me a fully enclosed school in Japan to enroll in, treating it as three years of seclusion to write books.

Only after reading this letter did I realize why the professor proposed that transaction condition—he had come prepared!

Being locked in a fully enclosed school for three years could never be good news, but when I took that invitation letter out of the envelope, my system reacted for the first time.

Advanced Nurturing High School—how should I put it? I recognize the name of this school. In my previous life, I also had a rather "otaku" period, and the most popular anime at that time was this one.

After watching a few episodes, I even specifically went to read the original light novel. Don't misunderstand; it wasn't because I was interested in the novel or the anime, but because I was interested in Kinugasa.

Guard of the Dawn, Memoirs—the great name of Kinugasa kept my memory fresh! There wasn't a single time he didn't write himself into a collapse halfway through! So that was my motivation for reading the original novel: I wanted to see in which volume the novel would collapse.

As a result, as expected, when the intellectual battles couldn't be controlled, abstract art began to sprout. Kido, hurry up and think of a way!

And my system reacted to it, allowing me to enter the system interface for the first time.

Its functions are very simple: however many private points I earn in Advanced Nurturing High School, my system will synchronize with that amount. I can spend these private points to purchase masterpieces from the system store that have not yet been published in this world.

Of course, bug-exploiting behavior is not allowed. The points I earn in Advanced Nurturing will be strictly judged by the system. For example, commissioning someone and repeatedly trading points from their hands only counts once. Simply put, it only counts the point gains extracted from the school authorities; it can't be like GDP.

After that, I continued my travels in Japan until about three months before enrollment, when I returned to Tokyo and rented a hotel suite to start organizing the materials I had collected during this time.

These are very important. Without the support of these manuscripts, you would be one card short when others suspect you of hiring a ghostwriter to write articles.

Moreover, this is also a habit I have cultivated since childhood in this life. The main motivation is hearing my elders say that after I or the book I write becomes famous, these will all be sellable for high prices and can be used as favors.

One day, while going to a nearby department store to buy ingredients to cook dinner myself, I had to sigh at how small Neon really is.

I saw a girl with light pink hair standing in front of a display window, her eyes darting between the store employees, the customers inside, and the hairpin in the window.

I can encounter a plot character even just going out to buy groceries, and at such a juncture, too.

After briefly weighing the pros and cons, I walked up, took out the hairpin, bought it, and told a little lie to "give" it to Ichinose.

Anyway, this thing isn't expensive—converted, it's less than a thousand. If I happen to be assigned to Class B after enrollment, with this foundation, wouldn't I be able to lie flat directly?

As for you asking if Ichinose would be assigned to Class A if she didn't have this dark history? Then I can only say, I haven't seen Nagumo have any dark history, and he was still assigned to Class B. If you want Class A and Class B to form competition, you have to have leaders in both classes.