The Disabled Husband from the Eighties [Reborn]

The blurb for my next novel, Little Lucky Star of the Sixties, is below. I'm about to work on both stories at once, so please check them out.

Zhao Dayou, who has only one arm, returns to the age of eighteen. On his first day, his selfish, cold-hearted mother throws a tantrum in front of the principal, demanding a refund of his tuition and refusing to let him go to school. It's exactly like his previous life.

He sneers. “You think I'm still as easy to bully as I was before?”

Reborn and given another chance, Zhao Dayou no longer pays attention to other people's gossip. He resolutely leaves behind his selfish, vicious parents and his bizarre relatives, and brings home the one person who truly cares for him: his wife. He starts with a street stall, then gets into stocks and opens a factory, climbing step by step to the peak of success.

My next novel: Little Lucky Star of the Sixties

A spaceship carrying a little princess from the stars meets with disaster while passing through a space-warp point. With no way to save its owner, the AI wraps itself around her consciousness and begins a journey back through time.

Earth in the 1960s. After assessing the situation, the AI sends the last remnants of its owner's soul into the belly of a village Party secretary's wife. Yes, in this era, rural farmers are the most sought-after people.

AI, are you sure? The village Party secretary's wife is already forty-five.

The AI's hazy figure nods. And so our little princess begins a wonderful life, doted on by her father and mother, cherished by her brothers and sisters-in-law, and protected even by her nephews.

That boy wants to be our princess's personal guard? First, he'll need genetic modification. Boost his intelligence, boost his stamina, add loyal-dog genes... Let's see, what else? You're a lucky kid. Our princess's personal guards are one in ten thousand, the best of the best. They're the sort who can protect their master and escape even a disaster as hopeless as a spatial explosion.

New idea: Transmigrating into a Beautiful Educated Youth in the Seventies. See my author column.

A plant-type powerhouse from the apocalypse transmigrates to the 1970s. Looking at her fair-skinned, gorgeous, long-legged body in the mirror, she is overjoyed. The girl thinks farming is too much hardship, but this is just the job for me! My plant abilities are maxed out, and I can control every plant as I please. I might as well become a farm owner.

Hey, big brother, you really are the picture of a loyal dog. You come back from the fields and still walk three miles to fetch water so she can bathe. Too bad the man is smitten, but the goddess has no interest. She's focused on returning to the city and wouldn't spare you a glance even if she were dying.

Beauty is a curse, too. I strangled a bad guy with a vine, so what am I supposed to do now? This isn't the apocalypse, where human life is worthless, and I don't have a portable space to cheat with.

If you're interested, check out and bookmark it in my author column.

Theme: Make up for the regrets of a past life by being reborn.