In fact, it wasn't so. Although his body was that of a five or six-year-old child, inside he was a 21st-century graduate student in Classical Chinese who had been repeatedly crushed on the job market. He was penniless, powerless, and without a girlfriend. After 100 consecutive job rejections, he lamented before sleep that finding a job in his field as a literature major was as difficult as reaching the heavens. Unexpectedly, when he woke up, he had become Zhu Ping'an, nicknamed Xiao Zhi, a little boy.,The moment Zhu Ping'an stepped through the door, he bumped into his mother of this life, Chen Shi. Chen Shi was standing at the entrance of the courtyard with a stern expression, glaring at him. Seeing him return in such a haphazard manner, her eyes softened like ice meeting spring. She had been waiting for him to come back specifically. Chen Shi was in her thirties, dressed as a young married woman. Her eyebrows carried a hint of fierceness, and she wore her hair in an updo with a chipped hairpin. On her clean, matching top and bottom garments, there were two patches.,"Mother, I'll never wear open-crotch pants again." Zhu Ping'an, his short legs barely past the threshold, immediately began arguing for the right not to wear open-crotch pants.。