At 42, drowning in debt and about to jump to my death, I watched my daughter, whom I’d raised for twenty years, livestream herself calling me a useless loser.
I woke up back in my senior year of high school in 1998, with just 98 days left until the college entrance exam. Somehow, she had been reborn along with me!
If I don’t marry that worthless pretty boy and give birth to her, she’ll gradually vanish. So she resorts to spreading rumors, framing me, and even instigating arson, tightening the screws at every turn.
Armed with thirty years of memories of the coming economic booms, I refuse to repeat my old mistakes. I expose the fake sweethearts, ruin the scumbag’s recommendation to university, bet on the World Cup to earn my first fortune, become the provincial top scorer, then head to Beijing to snap up property and domain names.
Tsinghua genius Lu Ze, who has also been reborn, has my back. My enemies all face justice, and I claim the rewards of the age for myself. This life, I’m living only for me.
