Back to the 1950s: I Bring My Pocket-Dimension Supplies and Live as a Couch Potato

Do you know how far you are from entering a pocket dimension? Cen You does: 0.1 points, the difference between passing and failing the Level 1-B Putonghua proficiency test. And do you know how long it takes to transmigrate and be reborn? Cen You knows that too: just one night’s sleep. That’s right. After being crushed by a score that was only 0.1 points short of passing Level 1-B, Cen You, an ordinary wage earner who never imagined she was the chosen one and often felt like a poor little cabbage, suddenly had a pocket dimension drop from the sky.

What’s the first thing you do when you get a pocket dimension? Stock up, of course! After an all-out shopping spree, Cen You fell asleep feeling utterly content, surrounded by most of her stockpiled supplies, and transmigrated. Not to the apocalypse she’d imagined, but to the 1950s, an era short on material goods yet astonishingly rich in spiritual nourishment.

From the start, she’s lost both parents and surrounded by people ready to prey on her? No problem. She’ll just shake them off! Wouldn’t it be better to lie low in peace instead of wasting time on that?

A phrase of five characters floats down from the sky: It’s no big deal! Who would’ve thought she’d lie low right to the very end.