Chen Ran, a young man from Blue Star, transmigrated by accident into the body of a three-year-old child. He was just old enough to run, stranded deep in the mountains without a System. It was a hopeless situation. As Chen Ran prayed that the enormous tiger beside him would swallow him whole and spare him a slow death,
a white-haired, youthful-looking old man slapped the tiger dead and took Chen Ran on as his disciple.
One perfectly ordinary day, the old man handed Chen Ran a marriage contract and said, “This is your fiancée. Go down the mountain and marry her.”
Although Chen Ran had lived in the mountains ever since transmigrating, judging by the old man’s clothes and the phone he used, this world was at least as modern as the twenty-first century he came from.
And now he expected a fine young man from the twenty-first century to believe in a marriage arranged before birth?
Chen Ran’s response: “Isn’t that a little too feudal?”
A normal person might have believed the old man, but Chen Ran had memories from the age of three and was already both scholarly and skilled in combat by five. How could he not know he had a fiancée?
So Chen Ran went down the mountain with nothing to his name.
Once there, his first plan was to earn some money and get as far away as possible from the city where his fiancée lived.
Chen Ran had learned all sorts of skills from the old man and was ready to put them to use. But as luck would have it, he ran into a famous songstress who was about to be forced into a casting couch arrangement. In the name of stamping out social misconduct, Chen Ran rescued her. Who could have guessed that she’d cling to him from then on?
Songstress: “Chen Ran, if you can’t hold back, then don’t. It’s not like I only started liking you yesterday.”
Chen Ran: “Sis, I’m not that kind of person.”
Songstress: “You’re not, but I am. Just come on up.”
Chen Ran: “Sis, people believe in free love these days.”
Songstress: “I’m feeling pretty free right now.”
Chen Ran: “Well… actually, I have muscular dystrophy.”
