After I died suddenly while working overtime, I transformed into an unknown female corpse in a ruined temple of the Ming Dynasty.
The young man kneeling in front of me crying until he hiccupped is the ancestor on the first page of my family tree.
He had just failed the exam and was in debt. If he failed to pass the exam again, he would be adopted as a son to a sixty-year-old man. From now on, there would be no descendants in the Shen family, including me.
So I took out my mobile phone and opened the "Five-Minute Question Method" PPT.
"From today on, call the teacher."
The ancestors vowed to refuse to obey: "It is an insult to gentlemen! It is a rotten scholar's opinion!"
Three days later, he sneaked into my room in the middle of the night, the tips of his ears red:
"... Can you tell me that question-breaking template again?"
I thought this was just a "really sweet" story.
Until the day when the results were released, I realized that I was becoming transparent.
It turns out that there is no me in the history books.
