My name is Cao Ming, the most useless ninth-level martial artist in the Chinese Martial Arts Academy, known as "Cao Paopao". Ranked last in the class, even the cafeteria lady disliked me for eating too much. It wasn't until one day when I saw my two-and-a-half-year-old son Cao Xiaofei beating up an alien in the toilet that I knew that my son was the reincarnation of S-class Long Aotian!
What's even more outrageous is that my good-for-nothing dad has somehow been bound to the "father is more important than son" system: as long as my son fights, I can gain combat experience at the same time; as long as my son shows off, I can master new martial arts; as long as my son picks up girls... Bah, you can't learn this.
From then on, the most bizarre scene appeared in the academy: a two-and-a-half-year-old baby was running rampant in front, while his "waste" dad was furiously upgrading behind with his eyes closed. When everyone thought that my son was the mastermind behind the scenes, only I knew that the real mastermind behind the scenes was actually myself who tricked my son into eating lollipops every day.
And that hypocritical Principal Lin, who pretends to be charitable in school and researches alien technology secretly, is preparing to use my son as a guinea pig...
