On a cold rainy night, Lin Yu was pushed down from the attic by Lu Ming himself. The last words he heard before his death were: "Lin Yu, I will accept your identity as a wealthy young master for you."
When Lin Yu opened his eyes again, he was back in his sophomore year. Lu Ming was handing over a bottle of cheap mineral water hypocritically, trying to trick him into signing an agreement to give up his inheritance rights.
In my mind, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded: "The host has been reborn, and the god-level sign-in system is activated! Sign in in front of Lu Ming, and you will be rewarded: Fighting Grandmaster-level physique!"
