(Dual identities, dual paths to godhood—I hope you enjoy it. Don't like it? Then feel free to criticize!)

(The selected books will primarily feature modern works in the early stages, and classic masterpieces in the later stages. Feel free to leave a comment if you have any favorite works, and the authors will be listed.)

(International practice: a repository for brilliant minds)

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"Is my class really that hypnotic, Lin Que?!"

"Stand up!"

A cold, suppressed female voice boomed from the podium.

Lin Que's body trembled violently, and he sprang up from the desk, his blackened vision gradually clearing.

Look around.

The study, which was filled with takeout boxes and smoke just a second ago, has vanished.

And right now.

The whitewashed walls are peeling.

The exam papers were piled up like a fortress in the corner.

The countdown on an LCD screen above the podium is clearly visible:

"600 days until the college entrance examination"

This is...high school?

Below the screen, in the very center of the podium.

A woman was staring at him at that moment.

A business suit, frameless glasses, and a cool, aloof demeanor.

Shen Qingqiu!

He was a devilish homeroom teacher who dared to take over a bottom-ranked class at the young age of 22 and transformed it into a top-three class in the grade within a year.

Behind the glasses were eyes as beautiful as an autumn lake, yet cold and aloof.

Even though they were separated by half a classroom, Lin Que could feel the pressure in her gaze.

No wonder the students secretly called her "Chen Jingbing," which is a homophone for "crazy person."

"Lin Que, answer me, what did I just say?"

Shen Qingqiu tapped the lectern rhythmically with her four long fingernails.

It makes a "da, da, da, da" sound.

In an instant, he felt as if his brain had been hit.

Countless fragments of memories pierced my mind.

His name is Lin Que, he is 27 years old, and he is a screenwriter with a small reputation in the industry.

Just now, he was working on a script that he had been planning for a long time until his eyes were bloodshot.

I just took a nap.

How did I end up back in my high school classroom ten years ago?

"I must be so tired, this dream felt so real!"

"No, the client needs the draft the day after tomorrow, I can't sleep anymore!"

He muttered to himself as he pinched his arm hard.

A distinct pain instantly struck.

This is not a dream!

But I wasn't in a car accident, nor did I have a terminal illness. My parents are still alive. How did I end up time-traveling?

He stared intently at his own clean, unfamiliar hands.

No calluses, no scars, just the thinness of a seventeen-year-old boy.

His heart suddenly tightened; it wasn't physical pain.

His painstakingly crafted novel, *The Silent Witness*...

That ending, which he had conceived for thousands of days and nights, was just one stroke away from achieving legendary status.

His entire 27-year life, along with his time, is forever lost in that time and space that can never be returned to.

Why? On what grounds?

He wanted to shout, to question this absurdity.

As he drifted into a daze, about to be completely overwhelmed by this overwhelming sense of loss.

"Lin Que, what are you standing there for? Speak!"

Shen Qingqiu's impatient urging temporarily pulled him out of his despondency.

He snapped out of his reverie and glanced at the draft paper that his deskmate Wu Di had handed him earlier, on which two words were written in a flamboyant style.

He answered tentatively:

"Is it...fear?"

Shen Qingqiu's expression softened slightly, but remained icy:

"At least you're not completely asleep yet. Sit down! If it happens again, you'll be sleeping standing up by the door!"

Lin Que sat down, and his deskmate Wu Di immediately came over, winking and making faces at him.

"Wow, Brother Que, you dare to sleep in Bingbing's class? I admire you as a true man!"

He answered absentmindedly.

He glanced at the walls on both sides of the classroom.

On the wall, there should have been literary giants like Bing Xin, Lu Xun, Ba Jin, and Shakespeare…

But now,

The names hanging on the wall are all of scientists such as Newton, Einstein, Qian Xuesen, Yang Zhenning, and Zhou Peiyuan.

Just as I was wondering,

His gaze was fixed on the cell phone that was shining under Wu Di's desk.

The phone was incredibly thin and light, and the screen was a completely seamless holographic projection.

Without thinking, he snatched it away.

"Can I borrow it for a moment?"

"Damn it, Brother Que, slow down! Don't let Old Shen find out!"

He took the phone without examining it closely, his fingers quickly swiping, and news headlines popped up one after another:

Breakthrough Progress Achieved in Latest Brain-Computer Interface Technology

Virtual reality will completely replace the internet.

...

Lin Que was deeply shocked.

Although this was ten years ago during my high school years.

But the technological level here is at least a decade or more ahead of his time!

He subconsciously typed "Jin Yong" into the search box.

This was his guide in literary enlightenment, and the supreme god in his heart's martial arts world.

The message displayed reads, "Are you looking for [metals], [finance], [gold mines]...?"

"What the hell?"

He didn't believe it and typed it in again.