"Andy, you can't go on like this anymore. You haven't published your work for two years. Do you know that you still owe the publisher's books!"

"Even if you can't write those shit things, don't refuse the work I've found for you!"

"Seventeen-year-old magazine asks you to write a blog. They like the tone of your speaking. This is work. I am your agent and I am helping you!"

Andy Smith looked at the bald middle-aged man in front of him and kept muttering all morning. His head buzzed, and he pressed his temples with his fingers, curled up on the sofa, and said in pain: "Okay OK, Carl, stop talking, FUCK, my head is about to explode, no, I'm going to take a painkiller, and then sleep for a while, I won't give you it."

Carl looked at Andy Smith rubbing his temples, staggering up the stairs, raised his hand, moved his lips slightly and wanted to persuade him again. He didn't know what he thought of, put down his hand and sighed slightly, "Then you have a good rest, have a rest, remember to call me."

Andy Smith lay down on the large and chaotic bed, her eyes closed tightly, and her face showed pain. It was incredible to think back on the past 12 hours.

"Ahem..."

Song Dawei climbed ashore from the cold swimming pool, vomited, patted his chest and spit out water. It took him a while to come back to his senses. His limbs were weak and his headache was about to break.

Damn it, where am I? Didn’t I be killed by my phone while calling with a four-star who was charging? He held his swelling head, wiped off the water stains on his face, stood up slowly, and walked into the house with the faint light in the villa and found the bathroom.

Snake, as soon as she turned on the light, Song Dawei was stunned. A strange face appeared on the mirror in the bathroom, with black hair, blue eyes like lake water, soft facial features, sickly pale complexion, 180-190 cm tall, but she was very thin and felt very inconsistent. She was just particularly young and showed a sense of youth.

Just looking at the mirror in a daze, Song Dawei, who was already in his thirties, turned around and walked out of the bathroom with a dull look, stepped on the soft carpet with water stains, and lay down on the large white sofa in the living room, and muttered: "Damn, am I possessed and traveling through time?"

As a senior online bookworm, he soon realized what was going on. A wave of indescribable emotions surged into his heart, excited, panic, or excited.

Song Dawei, who was trapped in his memories, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, as if a red soldering iron was stirring in his head, making his brain boil. He screamed and fell to the ground and kept rolling. I don’t know how long it took, blood flowed out of his nose and fainted.

In a daze, Song Dawei was in his consciousness and watched a gray-white cloud with a slight current fusion with a white cloud, and the current in it was decomposing the white cloud.

"Ah...what happened just now?" Song Dawei sat up for no reason. When he woke up, he found that his head, which had fainted just now, was clear and clear. He felt that the underside of his nose was a little sticky, and he touched it with his hands and was bleeding from his nose.

He quickly stood up and walked into the bathroom to look at the mirror. His nose bleeding continued to flow to the corner of his mouth. After thinking for a few seconds, he closed his eyes and recalled it. Then he opened it suddenly after swallowing, sweating on his forehead, and felt dizzy again. The owner of this body was named Andy Smith, 21 years old. He was a young writer with a young age. His mother was a Tiffany jewelry designer, his father was a lawyer, and a partner of a law firm in New York. What made him most happy was that the time is April 2006!

Looking at the messy and dim living room, Andy turned on all the lights. The villa was decorated in a simple and bright way, with white as the main color, European furniture, full of modernity. A very huge family photo was hung on the wall behind the sofa. The information found in memory was that his grandfather was Chinese, his mother was mixed-race, he had one-quarter of Chinese descent, and his family was very wealthy.

Andy was very smart since childhood, proficient in piano and guitar, and read various books. When he was sixteen, he wrote his first novel "Vampire Academy" and became famous in one fell swoop. Then he wrote a novel "Paper Town", making him a very famous young writer in America.

Andy took off all her clothes and soaked herself in a large white and fashionable bathtub. She watched the steaming water vapor wet the three mirror walls around her, and closed her eyes slightly to continue recalling. Until the Paper Town was bought by a Hollywood film company, he was fooled by his wretched agent and moved from New York to Los Angeles and applied for the USC.

Los Angeles, Hollywood.

In this world full of people who are greedy for pleasure, time teases you, one day you dream, and then your dream becomes reality. It is a wonderful time. If someone tells you that you have made a mistake, hurt your heart, and learned a ruthless lesson, and when you indulge in the meaningless fragrance of women, here, in this warm California sunshine, you will begin to become corrupt.

In the year and a half after coming to Hollywood, he lost his inspiration and now he has encountered the so-called life crisis. Simply put, it is just that he can't write anything. This is a bad thing because he is a writer and a professional writer. Now he can't even write a damn sentence.

The woman, marijuana, alcohol, abused drugs, ruined his originally healthy body. Her deep eye sockets, pale and sick face, and thin figure became very weird against his 188 cm tall. Finally, under the influence of marijuana and alcohol, she fell into the swimming pool outside the house and was drowned, which made Song Dawei, who was so soul-wrapped.

Putting on her pajamas, Song Dawei swam around in a daze in the villa, looking at all the familiar and unfamiliar decorations and photos, looking at the spacious study room filled with books on the whole wall, the luxurious movie screening room, the gym with marble billiards and various fitness equipment...

"It's really... like a dream." Andy grabbed his messy hair at the floor-to-ceiling window where the sun shone in. He spent a night tidying up his memories and checking the situation of the villa. He didn't sleep all night, and it was the memory reorganization and the stimulation of marijuana and alcohol. Not only did he not let down, but he was extremely excited.

Although Andy didn't understand why this was happening, he didn't take it seriously, thinking that it was just an excitement after knowing that he was possessed and traveled through time.

As mentioned before, this guy named Andy Smith became famous at a young age. He sold books with a royalty and movie adaptation rights of about 5 million yuan. His parents bought him a villa for more than 2 million US dollars. A red Ferrari F430 worth 250,000 US dollars given by his grandfather, and a Porsche CARRERAGT worth 460,000 euros given by his grandfather.

Although in a wealthy area like Los Angeles, millionaires are worth a lot of money, this amount of money is really not enough. Moreover, Andy spent a year and a half of time, without inspiration, and could not write anything. The mental depression made him suffer, and he was so generous and drunk without any scruples. Until now, he himself doesn't know how much deposit he has left. The clear number in his memory seems to be more than 2 million. Fortunately, the publisher will deposit a new copyright fee into his account every year. It seems that both of his works are included in the catalog of books recommended by the American education department to read teenagers, and sales will increase again. This is a fixed income. Perhaps it is the only good news that Andy Smith felt relieved in the past.

Anyway, I inherited everything about him, his identity, his life. I am Andy Smith.

Andy shrugged and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and stretched. Although his head still hurts a little, he still began to think. So, what should he do now?

Andy, who was still thinking, narrowed his eyes slightly to block the dazzling sunlight, and couldn't help but lick his dry lips. An excitement that had never been before enveloped his entire body, as if an electric current passed by made him tremble slightly.
Chapter completed!