I, the top reader in the Chemistry Department, have read through three hundred time-travel novels, and have taken three large volumes of notes - just waiting for the day I can use them for time-travel. When the laboratory exploded, I was still memorizing the "Eighteen Methods of Making Alkali in Ancient Times". When I opened my eyes again, my waist was in severe pain, the bed was filled with the scent of rouge, and several disheveled girls were screaming in terror. The bustard led people to break in, pointed at me and trembled: "Sen, Mr. Shen... You were clearly out of breath just now?!" I looked down at these unfamiliar but empty hands, and the memory of the original owner's violent death from excessive indulgence flooded into my mind. I was overwhelmed with ecstasy - this body was actually the only son of the richest man in the county who "traveled through the dreamy beginning" in my notes!
