No One Understands Substitutes Better Than I Do

In his previous life, Zhou Zhou learned everything from close-quarters combat to eight foreign languages so he could serve as a substitute. His purpose in life was to be his superior's shadow, and he did the job well. When that final bullet tore into his stomach, during the fifteen minutes it took his stomach acid to corrode his internal organs, Zhou Zhou felt relief tinged with reluctance. Reborn beneath a sunlit sky without the smoke and thunder of gunfire, Zhou Zhou gradually became a happy couch potato. But by a twist of fate, he found himself back in his old line of work. Being a substitute for the dead was much easier than being one for the living. From serving as the shadow of a big shot in the military history community to standing in for the idealized first love in a bittersweet romance, Zhou Zhou's work had gotten more than a little easier. He was now an expert at jobs like being the stand-in lover of an overbearing CEO or the stand-in wife of a wealthy older man. But little by little, Zhou Zhou realized things weren't quite so simple. Nobody understands stand-ins better than I do. Theme: There is genuine affection and true love in this world.