In 2026, history student Lin Zhenbang ate a stale steamed bun.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become a progressive student fleeing for his life in Shanghai in 1925.
While everyone else transmigrates with a System, he gets by with diarrhea.
While others pass intelligence at secret meetings, he swallows the bun hiding the list.
While others burn classified documents, he simply tosses them into the Huangpu River.
From then on, everyone is convinced that this greedy, cowardly opportunist, who only wants a promotion and a life of luxury, is a spy with unfathomable talent.
The underground party believes he is enduring humiliation for the greater cause. Japanese agents think he has every move planned. Soviet instructors suspect he has a whole theory of future warfare up his sleeve. Even Chiang Kai-shek pats him on the shoulder and says, “Zhenbang understands me better than anyone.”
Lin Zhenbang hastily declares, “I really do want to make progress!”
Years later, when faced with titles like “King of Spies,” “Strategic Master,” and “War God of His Generation,” Lin Zhenbang clutches his rice bowl and earnestly sets the record straight:
“Don’t get the wrong idea. Back then, all I wanted was a refund for that steamed bun.”
