Rise of the Humble O

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.,"Phooey, you're only five," Chen lowered her head and looked at her five-year-old son as he said this, a strange feeling of amusement washing over her. Her youngest son, with his energetic and lively nature, was much more spirited than his older brother.,Chen looked at her youngest son, acting like a little rascal and cuddling up to her. She clearly enjoyed it, feeling that her youngest son was much cuter than her eldest. Earlier, she had called her eldest son over, but the silly boy, just like his father, said something about not being a man if he stole food. She almost got angry enough to explode, so she sent him away. Thankfully, her youngest son wasn't so rigid. She smiled and tapped his forehead playfully, "Don't get mad at me, I'm already grateful! Just wipe your mouth so you don't get seen later."。