Chapter 1

Waking up, Zhao Jian found himself transported to another world!

The reasons for this judgment are as follows:

First, the poster of Ma Xuejiejie on the ceiling was gone, replaced by a luxurious crystal chandelier that he could never afford with his current income. This was very abnormal!

Second, when he reached out to grab his phone from the bedside, his arm stretched out for a long time without even touching the edge of the bed. The width of the bed beneath him was definitely not comparable to his old single bed. This was also very abnormal!

Third, when Zhao Jian was about to pinch his face to confirm if he was still dreaming, he found that the hand that came out from under the blanket was that of a child. At 25 years old, he was certain that just three days of abstinence wouldn't cause his entire arm to wither to this extent. This was also very abnormal!

"Calm down! Let's recall..."

Zhao Jian, male, should be 25 years old if he remembered correctly, from Northeast China, graduated from a third-rate university, and was also a sports talent. Relying on the bodybuilder physique he had been forced to develop by his father since childhood, he managed to secure a decent job at a gym after graduation. The only downside was that his single status had lasted as long as his age.

Zhao Jian had a father who was a physical education teacher and a mother who ran a tea shop. His father believed that a man should be muscular to find a job and a wife more easily, while his mother was an incurable bodybuilder enthusiast who firmly supported this.

From the age of 8, Zhao Jian's parents forced him to train in bodybuilding. After 10 years, Zhao Jian grew to 188 cm tall, weighing 110 kg, with explosive muscles all over his body!

Being a good child, Zhao Jian always listened to his teachers and viewed "early romance" as a flood of beasts. Whenever a pure-hearted girl confessed to him due to her budding feelings, he would immediately report it to the teacher. As a result, no girl in his class was willing to talk to him anymore, which made Zhao Jian feel incredibly smart at the time!

Unfortunately... children do grow up!

The late-blooming Zhao Jian finally came to his senses after graduating from university and planned to hook up with a cute girl to liberate his right hand, which had been working hard for over a decade. But the timing was not on his side! Zhao Jian's parents, born in the 70s, never expected that after "Super Girl" crowned two "real men" as champions, the world began to develop in a "strange direction"!

"Sorry! We're not a good match, I like delicate and handsome boys..."

"Sorry! We're not a good match, I like delicate and handsome boys..."

"Sorry! We're not a good match, I am a delicate and handsome boy..."

In three months, Zhao Jian confessed to 20 beautiful girls or girls who looked like beautiful girls (??), but all ended in failure. This painful blow made Zhao Jian feel that his love life had already become too exhausting before it even began.

His ideal was to find a girl with a dreamy "childish face and (meow~) large breasts," and he was also open to a sexy older woman in her 20s, as long as she had a chest! But the harsh reality was that "effeminate boys" were all the rage, and muscular men only had the options of being with desperate housewives or the "philosophy♂" path!

The former had a role model in the gym, a young assistant named Tang Maoru. At 19, he was kept by a 49-year-old rich woman, and in less than three months, he aged at least 20 years, losing most of his hair. Many new colleagues, unaware of the situation, respectfully called him "uncle."

With this "precedent," Zhao Jian was absolutely terrified of hooking up with those "sitting and sucking" mature women. As for the latter "philosophy♂" path... Zhao Jian declared he would rather die than be gay!

Consecutive emotional setbacks made Zhao Jian feel the world's malice and hate his muscular body. In a self-destructive mood, he rushed into a cake shop and, under the surprised gaze of the staff, bought all the cream cakes on the counter. He planned to eat himself into a fat person and then post selfies as a fat shut-in to retaliate against society.

Unfortunately, while he was sobbing and devouring the cream cakes, an accident happened!

Eating too quickly, Zhao Jian choked as expected, with the cake stuck in his throat, unable to spit it out or swallow it. Unable to breathe, he frantically tried to grab a drink but accidentally knocked over the cup. With one hand holding half a cake, he stumbled toward the kitchen. But before he reached the sink, he lost consciousness due to suffocation, his vision finally fixed on the half cake...

"Damn! Did I choke to death? What a lousy way to die!"

Recalling his "past life," Zhao Jian was so ashamed and angry that he wished he could die again! He only wanted to get fat, not die, but he never thought it would end this way. He wondered how sad his parents would be when they heard the news. Fortunately, he had a more successful younger brother, so he didn't have to worry about no one taking care of his parents in their old age.

Lying in bed, Zhao Jian pondered for a while, calmed himself down, and then decided to get up to check his current situation. But as soon as he stood up, he felt extremely weak, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

Slowly sitting up on the large bed, Zhao Jian looked around and found that the room was decorated in an ancient and elegant style, clearly belonging to a wealthy family. But apart from a classical small table lamp on the desk, he saw no other household appliances, which gave him a bad feeling.

"Hey! The era doesn't seem quite right!"

To confirm whether he had been reborn or transported to another world, Zhao Jian decided to find a mirror to see his current appearance. After getting out of bed, he first examined his body, which had small arms and legs, and a height of less than 1.4 meters, clearly an underage body. When he walked to the mirror, he indeed saw his younger self.

Zhao Jian remembered that he started training his body at 8 and was already much stronger than his peers by 9. The person in the mirror was his pre-bodybuilding self, a cute little boy.

Zhao Jian once said, looking at his childhood photos, that if he hadn't trained in bodybuilding, he would have grown up to be a charming and handsome young man. Although this might have been a bit of an exaggeration, his childhood appearance was indeed loved by the neighborhood aunties and big sisters. He particularly remembered the large chest of Aunt Wang next door, and now these middle-aged women only thought of him when they needed help carrying rice or changing gas cylinders.

While Zhao Jian was staring at his reflection, the door suddenly opened, and an elderly man with gray hair walked in, followed by a delicate young girl pushing a meal cart. The old man, seeing Zhao Jian standing in front of the mirror in his pajamas, was shocked and quickly ran over to drape a coat over him, then without a word, sent him back to bed.

"Master, you're not fully recovered yet, be careful not to catch a cold!"

"Master!?"

It was the first time in his life that someone had called him "Master," and Zhao Jian was momentarily at a loss. The old man, who looked like a butler, sighed when he saw Zhao Jian's "still" dazed expression. Zhao Jian's mind suddenly lit up with a good idea to gather information.

"You... who are you... who am I?"

Pretend to have amnesia! This might not work well for adults, but since Zhao Jian was a minor and had just recovered from a serious illness, the success rate of fooling others would be very high.

Sure enough! When Zhao Jian spoke, the old man and the cute little girl, who was probably a maid, were both startled and hurriedly put down the porridge to feel his forehead.

"Master! How are you, Master? Don't scare the old servant!"

No matter how the old man called out, Zhao Jian just repeated the same words, his eyes wandering aimlessly, looking like a real idiot.

There was no choice! The old man had the maid, named Hongling, run out to call a doctor. Soon, she returned with a group of people in white coats. The lead doctor first took Zhao Jian's pulse in the style of a traditional Chinese doctor, then switched to a Western doctor, using a stethoscope to listen to his body. Finally, he said to the old man with a serious expression.

"Master Zhao's body is fine, he should be recovered."

"Then what about his current state!?"

"His current condition is likely temporary amnesia caused by a high fever. Children are indeed prone to brain damage from high fevers, and he needs to rest. You can talk to him more often, especially about past events, which should help him recover his memory."

The doctor's words relieved the old man, and Zhao Jian silently cheered in his heart. The "recovery method" suggested by the doctor was exactly what he needed, allowing him to ask questions without arousing suspicion.

"I'm too damn smart!"

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