Yan Liang, a history PhD, transmigrates into Yan Liang on the eve of the Battle of Boma.
Guan Yu is charging straight at him. In thirty seconds, his head will be chopped off as a battle trophy.
He has just one thought: Who am I? Where am I? My dissertation was about this battle
Wait.
He spent three years writing that dissertation. Guan Yu's charge route, the speed of Red Hare, the best place to position the supply wagons: it's all in Chapter Five, Section Three.
Thirty seconds is enough to review it once.
Three minutes later, Guan Yu reins in his horse and narrows his eyes at him. “How did you know I was going to charge from that side?”
Yan Liang wipes his sweat. “Brother Yunchang, it's a long story... How about you let me go back first, and I'll write you a paper explaining it?”
Guan Yu: “?”
Later, Cao Cao sends people to recruit him, Yuan Shao wants his head, Liu Bei invites him to dinner, and Zhuge Liang writes to ask if he can help fix a typo.
Yan Liang looks at the table piled with bamboo slips and sighs:
“If I'd known transmigrating would be this exhausting, I would've picked an easier research topic back then.”
Something like... how to lie flat.
Hard to say. What does it mean?
I didn't understand it, and I didn't understand it either!!!