Chapter 1

Han Shuo transmigrated into a book, arriving in 1990. Unlike other transmigration novels where you have to follow the plot, the novel he transmigrated into only required him to complete the tasks within it. After completing the tasks, he could return to the 21st century.

The task in this novel consists of only three paragraphs.

First paragraph: Complete the following tasks to return to your original world.

Second paragraph: Your code name is 00Q. You must find the key character in the text. His code name is 11F. He has a small red birthmark on his penis that is exactly the same as yours. This is a clue to the mission. If you find him and kiss him 100 times, you will have a chance to unlock the return to the original world.

The third requirement is that there must be 100 kisses, and the total duration must not be less than 365 hours.

There might be other tasks, or perhaps other solutions to return to the 21st century. However, the family Han Shuo transmigrated into was too poor, and rats were rampant, chewing the novel to pieces. As a result, the tasks mentioned above were only found after Han Shuo searched the entire house and finally found the novel fragments in a rat hole.

When Han Shuo first saw the pieced-together fragments of the novel, he was dumbfounded. It meant that this straight man not only had to find a man with a red mark on his penis, but also had to kiss him. Where was he supposed to find such a man in this vast sea of ​​people?

However, Han Shuo's biggest worry wasn't whether he could find the answer, but rather what if he did find it and the other person was an old man in his seventies or eighties? The thought of having to endure kissing a toothless old man in order to return to his original world...

Then, the thought of him kissing her on the lips suddenly made her mouth feel like it was being blocked by something.

The old man patted him on the shoulder and laughed heartily: "You kissed all my dentures off."

"..." Just thinking about taking off a pair of white dentures from his lips almost made him vomit up the food he ate yesterday.

The stair treads creaked underfoot as a five- or six-year-old boy with rosy cheeks walked to the bedside and called out, "Uncle, Dad has cooked the dishes, get up quickly."

The child's name is Han Ting. He is the son of Han Hong, Han Shuo's older brother in this world. Han Hong is 27 years old this year, 10 years older than the current Han Shuo. Their parents died early, and Han Hong raised Han Shuo as both an older brother and a father. Even after Han Hong got married and had children, he never mistreated his younger brother.

He was a good man, but unfortunately his wife died young. So Han Hong had to raise Han Shuo and his son on his own. Given his family situation, naturally no one would introduce him to a second marriage.

Han Shuo is currently a senior high school student at Yunxi Middle School, a small county town surrounded by mountains. Because his village is far from the school, he lives in the school dormitory. He goes to school on Fridays after school and then goes there on Sundays for evening self-study.

Han Shuo carried his nephew downstairs. His brother, Han Hong, was standing in front of the stove, having already put the stir-fried dishes into enamel teacups. Han Shuo went over and took a look. The enamel teacups were steaming, dark and black. It was the same old recipe as last week: stir-fried preserved mustard greens with diced dried tofu. Han Shuo would have to eat this cup of preserved mustard greens at school for a week.

There was no other way; this was how school dormitories were in small towns and counties back then. If students didn't bring some strongly flavored dishes, they simply wouldn't be able to keep them in the hot weather.

Before leaving, Han Hong took out two 50-cent coins from his pocket and handed them to Han Shuo, repeatedly telling him not to lose them, otherwise he would miss the bus and have to run to the school dozens of kilometers away.

"Okay, I'm off then." Han Shuo stuffed the money into his military green backpack, slung it over his shoulder, and then pinched his nephew's cheek.

The shuttle bus only stops at the intersection, making it quite difficult for Han Shuo to get to school. He and several other students from the same village who were also going to Yunxi High School had to walk another kilometer from the village to reach the intersection. After arriving at the intersection, they waited for the shuttle bus for another half hour, and then the mountain road was full of twists and turns. By the time they arrived at Yunxi High School, it was almost evening.

The dormitory was a large, two-story dormitory with at least eighteen or nineteen students living in each room. The narrow aisles were filled with people climbing up and down ladders. Han Shuo's bed was in the middle of the upper bunk. After putting down his backpack, he took out his enamel teacup and went to the cafeteria for dinner with the male students on either side of him.

Han Shuo attended this high school for a semester. He was going to find a man with a red mark on his penis sooner or later anyway, so he was just wasting his time here. Why would he, a 22-year-old from his original world, study hard and strive for excellence? Come on, he had just graduated from university and the word "school" gave him a headache.

After a while, he did make two friends. The one sleeping to his left was dark-skinned like a dried plum, nicknamed "Preserved Egg." The one to his right had fair skin and delicate flesh, nicknamed "Tofu." Mainly, Han Shuo was bored; since he couldn't concentrate on his studies, he at least found two people to chat with.

The canteen was very rudimentary, like a collective pig farm. In one large hall, there were several long, waist-high cement platforms that served as tables. In the middle of the cement platforms, there was a thin layer of storage cabinets for students to put their rice bags, lunch boxes, and enamel cups.

When it's mealtime, the teachers usually take their lunchboxes back to their offices to eat, while the students all stand in front of the table to eat.

Han Shuo stood with one foot on the cement slab of the storage area, eating his lunchbox while his mind wandered.

He watched the students coming and going in the cafeteria, wondering which ones might have slipped through the net.

He spent a semester at the school and searched for hundreds of people. While others rested or played during their ten-minute breaks, he kept running to the toilet.

He couldn't very well just walk up to a male classmate and casually unzip his pants, saying, "Let me see your dick," could he?

Although he's never been one to shy away from things, he still has to think things through in this kind of situation.

So he could only start with the men's restroom. It's no exaggeration to say that, in order to cover up his perverted behavior, he would squeeze out a few drops even when he didn't need to urinate, which caused him to suffer from kidney pain for a period of time due to urinating too much.

Han Shuo scanned the entire school with his eyes, estimating that he had looked at all the male students, and if that didn't work, he would have to stare at the male teachers.

The thought of all those male teachers at school being so ugly and deformed gave him a headache.

However, in order to return to his original world as soon as possible, he had no choice but to give it his all.

The girls eating nearby suddenly started whispering among themselves, their eyes constantly glancing towards the cafeteria entrance.

Pidan said indignantly, "As expected, good grades make you popular with girls."

Tofu said, "That guy is also very handsome and tall."

"Which side are you on?" Pidan nudged Han Shuo, who was lost in thought. "Well, our Brother Shuo is handsome too, okay?"

The teaching building has three floors, with men's and women's restrooms at the end of each floor. Han Shuo was thinking about whether he should go to the restrooms on the first floor today when Pi Dan interrupted him, and he subconsciously looked over.

Although Han Shuo was just there to coast through his time at school, he still managed to make an enemy.

That was Meng Yuxiu.

In this remote county high school, most students dressed like country bumpkins, but Meng Yuxiu always appeared in a clean white shirt. He was tall and handsome, so from the moment he entered high school, he immediately became the prince charming in the eyes of many girls.

Logically speaking, Han Shuo, who transmigrated into the book at the age of 22, shouldn't be arguing with a middle school student so much younger than him. After all, he's an adult and should have some manners.

However, an incident last month caused Han Shuo to lose his adult demeanor.

It was actually a small matter. On Monday, Han Shuo was carrying a hot teacup straight from the steamer toward the cement platform when Meng Yuxiu, who had just entered the cafeteria to get his lunchbox, bumped into him without noticing. The teacup lid clattered and rolled on the ground, spilling the dried plum vegetables mixed with dark broth all over the floor.

In the original world, Han Shuo wouldn't even blink if he lost a hundred yuan on the street, but things are different now. His conditions were already bad; a cup of dried plum vegetables with white rice could barely last him a week. Now, after being bumped by Meng Yuxiu, Han Shuo was in real pain.

Although Meng Yuxiu also said, "I'm sorry."

But when Han Shuo saw that although he was apologizing, his icy face didn't even show the slightest ripple of emotion, Han Shuo exploded on the spot, grabbed Meng Yuxiu by the collar of his shirt and started yelling: "Are you blind? Are you a starving ghost rushing to be reincarnated?!"

Meng Yuxiu frowned. "I said I was sorry."

"Damn it! Is this what you call an apology? Is this how you apologize?"

How do you want me to apologize?

Han Shuo's loud voice attracted the attention of others, who all advised him to let it go, since they were all classmates.

With so many people trying to persuade him, and especially with several pretty female classmates comforting him, Han Shuo almost calmed down. So he said, "Okay, then, you can compensate me with a teacup of dried plum vegetables."

Unexpectedly, Meng Yuxiu didn't even think before saying, "No."

Meng Yuxiu was indeed telling the truth; his family didn't have any dried plum vegetables, so he couldn't produce any. The strange thing was that he didn't like to talk much, his words were concise, and his tone was slightly cold. So, in Han Shuo's eyes, who was already angry, it was almost like saying, "No, what do you want?"

Han Shuo immediately clenched his fist, took a big step forward, and punched Meng Yuxiu in the eye. "No?! Then you'll get a beating!"

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd of students, while the two men on the ground were already locked in a fierce struggle, their white shirt stained a mess with the spilled vegetable juice.

Because of this incident, whenever Han Shuo encountered Meng Yuxiu on the road, he would curse and swear at him.

"Tch, he looks like a pretty boy, it's disgusting to look at him." Han Shuo scoffed coldly with disgust and then looked away.

Evening self-study was about to begin, and the students in the cafeteria gradually dispersed. Han Shuo finished eating the rice in his lunchbox, went to the sink to wash and scrub, rinsed the rice for tomorrow morning, and then put the lunchbox on the cement platform. The cafeteria ladies would then collect it into the steamer in rows.

Han Shuo's classroom was on the third floor. Before going upstairs, he told Pidan and Doufu to go to the classroom first, while he went to the toilet.

Tofu said, "Why are you going to the toilet again? I see you going several times a day. Besides, what do you need to go to on the first floor? We have one upstairs too."

"I couldn't hold it in any longer, could I? You two go first, I'll be right back." Han Shuo didn't waste any more words with them and ran straight to the men's restroom at the end of the first floor.

As usual, Han Shuo would pretend to look for an empty stall when he went in, glancing around with his eyes. But today, business was slow at the restrooms, and after the two male students left, he was the only one left.

He really needed to pee today, so he unzipped his pants and whistled as he relieved himself.

Just two seconds after he started whistling, someone walked up to him. Han Shuo glanced over instinctively, but the whistle stopped abruptly at that glance.

"!!!"

Han Shuo's eyes widened immediately, and he exclaimed inwardly, "Holy crap!"

What did he see?!

He rubbed his eyes hard, then looked down and stared at them.

A note from the author:

Please read the pre-reading instructions in the synopsis before reading. This is a fictional story set in a fictional era; please do not associate it with real-world times. The main characters are not perfect and undergo a gradual growth process. (High standards, detail-oriented readers beware). If you feel uncomfortable while reading, please stop immediately.