After Transmigrating for the Third Time, the Real Young Master Decides to Slouch

This is Jiang Zao's third time transmigrating into a story about a child who was switched at birth, as the real young master.

The first time, he studied like crazy for the college entrance exam. The second time, he studied like crazy for graduate school entrance exams. Now they want him to cram for the civil service exam?

Jiang Zao: I worked myself to the bone, and the original owner took all my results to curry favor with the Lin family, who couldn't care less about him? Am I some kind of saint? Forget it.

Jiang Zao sold his exam prep materials as scrap. A life of giving up doesn't need exams.

--But he does need a job.

His senior from high school appeared before him, smiling as he handed over an appointment letter. "Want to come work for me?"

The job his senior offered was teaching at their alma mater. Jiang Zao meant to turn him down, but couldn't resist the promise of a hundred thousand a month and the freedom to slack off, so he took over Class 19, Grade 11.

The class was small, but every student was a problem child, a bunch of lost causes everyone had given up on.

Jiang Zao: Perfect. No one cares, so it doesn't matter how I teach them. This salary is easy money.

--

Class 19, Grade 11 was known as the "Losers' Den." It was full of hopeless cases, and the whole class was as lifeless as stagnant water.

Then someone stepped into that stagnant pool and told them, "I don't care about anything else. Study or don't, it's up to you. But in my class, first, you can't skip. Second, you can't make noise."

The still waters suddenly rippled.

Everyone was amazed to see how much the "Losers' Den" changed after they got a new homeroom teacher.

The truancy and skipping class stopped. Fights were out of the question. They even started studying!

Everyone at school: Are these really the same losers we know?

Everyone thought the losers had been tamed, until they saw the Lin couple come to the school anniversary celebration. The students, back to their old selves, surrounded them with mocking remarks, while their homeroom teacher was carefully protected in the middle. Only then did everyone understand: Their scales had never disappeared. They'd just been hidden by the light.

Later, someone organized a vote for the most beautiful teacher. Class 19, Grade 11 campaigned with all their might: Vote for Jiang Zao. Our Teacher Jiang is beautiful as a painting.

The others scoffed. Him? Their filters must be thicker than Teacher Jiang's glasses.

Only when Teacher Jiang took off those unfashionable glasses and revealed a stunningly beautiful face did they believe he really was beautiful as a painting. Teacher Jiang, marry me!

The famously unattainable head of the Rong family smugly pulled open his collar, revealing a bite mark on his neck. "See this? Xiao Zao bit me."

Reader's Guide:

1. A warm on the outside, cold on the inside, hypocritical, love-struck seme X a cool, salty uke, cold on the outside, warm on the inside, who can either work hard or slack off

2. The seme has long hair

3. Secondary couple: Lu She X Jiang Tong

4. Comments from content thieves are unwelcome and will be deleted. Please behave.

Coming soon: My Husband Is Dead. If you're interested, please add it to your reading list QAQ

On the first day after transmigrating, Gu Qiu somehow married a stranger who was supposedly a cruel marshal.

After the wedding, the man left him behind and went to the front lines. No one knew when he'd return.

Gu Qiu planned to divorce him when he came back, but after waiting three years, the news he received was that his husband had died.

The next day, Gu Qiu went to a matchmaking event. Handsome and wealthy, he was eagerly pursued by everyone. Before he could find anyone he liked, a group of soldiers burst into the venue. His husband's subordinates asked him to come home.

Gu Qiu returned home, where his nominal husband sat on the sofa and stared at him with an unfamiliar look.

His husband wasn't dead, but had lost his memory...

Gu Qiu thought for a second. Wouldn't that be even better?

Gu Qiu threw himself into his husband's arms and, as everyone stared in shock, turned into a blubbering mess. "Honey, you're finally back! I missed you so much! I thought you were dead, and I was heartbroken! Please don't leave me again, okay? QAQ"

After a brief moment of stiffness, the man put his arms around him. "All right, darling."

Gu Qiu began a complete makeover of his husband. It didn't matter if he used to be a ruthless marshal or whatever. Now he had to be a capable, obedient little husband.

He took care of him during the day and "took care of him" at night.

When the adjutant came to visit again, he saw his commander tenderly massaging his wife's back and was so shocked his glasses nearly shattered. Who was this doting husband?

*

Lang Ge pretended to have amnesia after winning the war to avoid getting caught up in political struggles.

Only after returning home did he remember that he was married. But the little wife who was supposed to be waiting obediently at home was nowhere to be found. His subordinate reported that the madam thought he was dead and had gone to a matchmaking event.

Lang Ge's face darkened.

Once his wife was brought home, Lang Ge put on an innocent, amnesiac act, figuring his subordinates would give the presumptuous little thing a hard time for him.

But before they could say a word, his little wife threw himself into Lang Ge's arms, declaring his love and weeping about how deeply in love they had been.

Lang Ge: When did that happen?

But looking at the little wife sobbing in his arms, his heart softened for once, and he accepted every word of the lie.

The little thing suited his tastes. Playing along with him might be fun.

When Gu Qiu found out his husband was faking his amnesia, and that he'd made him experience every one of those lies firsthand...

Wrapped in a blanket, Gu Qiu accused him: "You big liar!"

Lang Ge gathered him and the blanket into his arms and nibbled his ear. "You lied to me first, little liar."

Theme: Only those who choose themselves deserve to be saved