At 36, I was bankrupt, my family had fallen apart, and I jumped into the river.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my desk in my senior year of high school, drooling onto an exam paper covered in red X marks.
In my previous life, I was a joke. This time, I'm going to win big!
Gaps in my knowledge? I'll organize them into a river with "project management" and clear the channels of my thinking.
Brotherly loyalty? I'll use the wisdom of an adult to guide my friend and help him turn his life around, too.
Regrets about my family? I'll foresee the risks and build a protective levee around them.
And there's the river-spirit mark on my palm that came back with me. It can sense emotions, warn me of danger, and even... help me "cheat" at studying.
This time, the college entrance exam isn't the finish line. It's where I reclaim my life.
From a ghost drowned in the cold river to the master of my own fate.
