My name is Shen Du, and I am an eighteen-year-old science champion. At this moment, I was lying in a multi-million-dollar flat-floor wedding room, with my breathtakingly beautiful chaebol wife standing in front of me. But my "overclocking profile" clearly saw that in the pocket of her silk nightgown, there was a miniature stun gun with the safety button pushed open.
In order to avoid the desperate pursuit, I personally erased my seven years of memory and returned to the age of eighteen. Now, I can only rely on the "overclocking profile" brought about by brain nerve mutations to survive under the nose of my yandere wife:
Face-to-face micro-management: As long as the heart rate reaches 120, the body temperature reaches 39 degrees and the profiling is turned on, the 0.1 Mm muscle twitching in the corner of my wife's eyes and the subtle beating frequency of the carotid artery are all my trump cards to deduce the truth and survive.
The best disguise: On the surface, I was an innocent male who blushed at the slightest arousal, and obediently swallowed the unknown pill she fed me; secretly, I used the blind spot of my perspective during the hug to unlock the highest level of security on her mobile phone with one-handed touch typing!
Dimensionality reduction secret war: She thought she would use her huge business empire to keep me captive. She didn't know that while I was eating eggs fried by her own hands, I was typing hidden codes under the table, secretly shorting her core subsidiaries!
The yandere wife's desire for control is becoming more and more perverted, and she tries different tricks every day to see if I am pretending to have amnesia. Just when I thought I had finally accumulated enough cards secretly and was about to flip the table, I unlocked the last encrypted recording I had left back then.
At this moment, the explosion-proof door of the bedroom clicked, and my wife walked in with a glass of warm water: "Honey, why didn't you take your medicine on time today?"
