Reborn in Table Tennis: We Transmigrated on the Day of Our Divorce

“Gao Shasha, the divorce cooling-off period isn’t over yet. How did you shrink yourself down to sixteen?”

“Still better than some people who were busy managing their money at seventeen instead of playing ball, watching stocks all day!”

Their farewell kiss tore through time and space. The two people who had once shoved a “walk away with nothing” agreement in each other’s faces found themselves back in the days of their youthful team uniforms.

She wants to grow her hair long and chase after her idol; he wants to protect his knees and learn about investing. Yet neither can resist the instinct to save the other a seat, peel their shrimp, or shield them from drinks.

“Quit pretending we’re strangers. Why would a sixteen-year-old buy wrinkle cream?”

“Worry about yourself, you potato-shaped thing!”

As time keeps bouncing back and forth, adult souls struggle against teenage bodies, and an ex becomes a “new love.” Now that they have a chance to start over, will they risk spending their lives together and fall in love once more?