Transmigrate to 1970, Facing the Firing Squad from the Start

A genuine taste of Northeast China, right down to the accent. After leaving the army, Li Xiangyang became a truck driver. One day, while driving a heavy-duty Dayun truck, his wheels ran over a speed bump made of a college student, and he watched the man disappear right before his eyes. It was his first time using a “hit by a truck” method to send off a transmigrator. Before he could recover, a panicked voice rang out in his mind: “Hey, wait for me, Host! I haven’t bound myself to you yet!” After a brief silence, the System spoke again: “Oh, well. There’s another compatible one here. I’ll make do and bind myself to him. Host binding successful. Sending you to the 1970s now to help you reach the pinnacle of life.” Li Xiangyang was exasperated. He grumbled inwardly, “No matter how glorious life is in the 1970s, it can’t beat 2026. System bro, can we work something out? Keep your powers, but don’t transmigrate me, okay?” The System’s voice turned ice-cold: “Three, two, one. Off you go.” His vision blurred. When he opened his eyes again, Li Xiangyang was bound hand and foot, kneeling on a public-trial platform. A tall hat was perched on his head, and a battered wooden placard hanging around his neck read “Rapist.” The commune secretary’s voice rang across the crowd: “The public trial of rapist Li Xiangyang is concluded. He will be taken to the execution ground tomorrow and shot.” What did it mean to have a disastrous start? This was a real disaster from the start. Li Xiangyang screamed inwardly in panic, “System bro, do something!”