In his past life, Lu Chuan tried to force his way into the fake world of rich heirs, putting on airs he couldn't afford. He ended up millions in debt and died in a crash during a rainstorm, becoming a laughingstock among his so-called friends.
Reborn during the summer after his eighteenth-birthday college entrance exams, he tore up the order for a counterfeit luxury watch he was about to make the final payment on, then turned around and spent two hundred yuan on a secondhand old-fashioned bicycle.
In this life, he swore to quit the world of fame and fortune for good. He put goji berries in his thermos and wanted nothing more than a simple, laid-back life.
But his steady, world-weary air at thirty, his insight into human nature, and his utter indifference to money and status stirred up a massive sensation on campus!
He rode an old-fashioned bicycle?
His rich roommate: "He rides an antique like that. He must be the heir to some reclusive clan, out here experiencing the hardships of ordinary folk!"
He ate four-yuan bowls of plain noodles every meal?
The aloof campus belle, eyes red, shoved a bank card at him: "Lu Chuan, I know your family has fallen on hard times. Stop pretending you're fine. I'll support you!"
He casually offered advice on business trends?
A tycoon with a hundred-billion-yuan industrial empire treated his words as gospel: "There must be a mysterious, all-powerful think tank behind Mr. Lu!"
When someone provoked him, he just replied coldly, "What's it to you?"
His enemy from his past life panicked: "He can't even be bothered to take me on. Does that mean disaster is about to befall the Li family?"
Lu Chuan looked helpless. "I'm really not a tycoon. I'm just an ordinary person. I only want to lie flat."
The top circles at his university, and even across the whole city, nodded repeatedly: "We understand. We really do! That's exactly what reclusive big shots always say!"
