In Ancient Times, with Only a Middle School Education from the Start

Chen Yang was hit by a truck while saving a little girl. When he opened his eyes, he had become a refugee in ancient times.

Rain leaked through the ruined temple, and starving refugees gnawed on tree bark. He was so hungry his stomach stuck to his back.

He used the lever principle to draw water in exchange for half a moldy flatbread, only to have it snatched away by a refugee after his first bite.

When his dagger sank into the other man's throat, he collapsed by the river and vomited until the world spun.

“Damn it, I hadn't even managed to quit porn, and now I've gone and skipped lunch first.”

The young lady of the General's Manor galloped past, her bloodstained cloak brushing across his vomit-covered face.

He stared at that flash of crimson and cursed under his breath: “Are ancient girls all this hot?”

The moment he felt his mother's photograph in his sleeve, the cold northern moon was rising above the willow branches.