Reborn to Forge Dreams
Armed with more than a decade of experience and the insight of a prophet, Zhao Zejun plunges headfirst back into the year 2001. Confronted with fate’s grand jest, what should he do? Should he rise in
From the moment the class bell rang until now, Zhao Zejun had been in a daze.
An old-fashioned ceiling fan whirred above, fifty-eight teenagers in blue school uniforms filled the classroom, desks were draped in blue tablecloths, and on his own desk sat a bottle of correction fluid with a sticker of Chan Ho Nam on it. Everything pointed to one irrefutable fact: he had traveled through time.
He had journeyed from 2016 back to his high school days in 2001, at Yijiang City No. 4 High School, Class 1 of the third year, from his thirties back to the age of seventeen.
Could fate be so coincidental?
He recalled last week, accompanying a client to Wudang Mountain, where an old Taoist priest at the summit had insisted on reading his fortune.
“A pearl buried in earth, dim and unlit for years. Suddenly a great wind sweeps the dust away, and it shines anew.”
The meaning was obvious: a midlife crisis, hidden talents obscured, all that was needed was a “great wind.” If he seized the opportunity, perhaps in his next life he could leap from carp to dragon, and find prosperity.
Whether the old priest had guessed right by chance, or whether the heavens truly wove fate, the “great wind” had indeed come!
But it had come with a vengeance.
The price of traveling through time was all the achievements and relationships painstakingly accumulated over more than thirty years of his former life—exchanged for a second chance. With fifteen years of foresight, he was back to the emptiness of being seventeen.
If given the choice, Zhao Zejun was