Back to the Sixties

Zhao Lin hadn't gotten into an accident, fallen off a cliff, been electrocuted, or gotten a cramp while swimming. He'd simply gone to sleep as usual and woken up back at age seventeen, during the hardest time of his life.

Once he'd recovered from the shock, Second Brother Zhao couldn't help making a universally understood friendly gesture at the heavens. A bolt of thunder cracked across the clear sky, nearly scaring him straight back out of his newly returned soul.

It wasn't as if Second Brother was being ungrateful after getting a good deal. Everyone thought being reborn was a good thing. For one, he was young again. What could be better than youth? For another, he could avoid so many wrong turns and make up for the things he regretted...

All in all, there were plenty of benefits. But it all depended on how you looked at it. He'd been used to hardship since childhood, and had finally worked his way into a decent life. He hadn't even had enough time to enjoy the good days before he'd been slapped right back to square one. He'd already struggled through those hard times once, and now he had to do it all over again. Just thinking about it made his heart ache. And this was really happening to him. He was hurting and asked the heavens what was going on, only to get struck by lightning. Was that any way to treat a person?

He couldn't exactly go looking for a way to die. If he couldn't fight it, what could he do? Answer: lie flat and enjoy himself.

Second Brother roared at the sky: