The moon was full, and the wind was high.
In the rustling cornfield came whispered voices.
“Idiot, do exactly what I taught you last night. Go play with He Shiyi. I’ll go call people.”
“Sis, what did you teach me last night? I forgot.”
“I taught you ten times, hand by hand, and you still forgot? You really are a fool!”
“Sis, I’m dumb. Teach me again.”
“Watch! Like this, like this, like this…”
The rustling was frantic, almost urgent.
Then came an extremely grating sound—like knives being sharpened, ready to slaughter cattle.
He Shiyi, still unconscious, felt her heart skip a beat.
She suddenly opened her eyes and sat upright, stunned.
Under the bright moonlight, above her was a deep blue sky.
Around her were corn stalks over a person’s height, brownish-green.
She was sitting on broken corn stalks.
Not far off, near a small grave mound, two figures, one white and one black, were playing some kind of game.
They were so busy that they hadn’t noticed someone was lying nearby.
“Crack… crack…”
They rolled back and forth, crushing a large patch of corn stalks.
The air was thick with a disorienting, unsettling scent.
[Holy crap! Where am I? Who am I? What am I doing?]
He Shiyi’s facial features twitched.
Her cheeks felt as hot as fire.
Her heart thumped up to her throat.
Faced with the unfamiliar, creepy surroundings, she was completely bewildered, panicked, and terrified.
She couldn’t tell north from south.
Fragments of memory floated in her mind.
She had just graduated from college.
Not in a rush to find a job, she had gone to her grandmother’s countryside villa to enjoy a few carefree days.
It happened to be the time her grandmother was harvesting corn in the backyard.
She helped for a while, but feeling hot, tired, and suddenly faint, she collapsed.
[Oh my God! I’ve transmigrated into the year 1975, into a girl with the same name as me.]
Amid the confusion and fear, He Shiyi gained the memories of the original owner.
The original He Shiyi was a typical 1970s selfless girl.
She loved every member of her family wholeheartedly.
She treated every elder and child in the village with kindness.
In the production team, she ran at the front line.
She took on all the dirty and exhausting work at home.
At twenty-one, she had been promised by her parents to Wu Fengshou, the village loafer.
Next month, if Wu Fengshou delivered one more piglet to the He family, he could marry the delicate, pretty, hardworking, and seemingly obedient He Shiyi.
The wedding was approaching.
Wu Fengshou’s uncle, a city bachelor, had broken his leg and retired due to illness.
Wu Fengshou had to replace him and work as a city postal worker.
The news spread like wildfire in Nanfeng Village.
The village girls were envious and jealous of He Shiyi.
Her cousin He Cuihua acted quickly.
By day, she flirted with Wu Fengshou.
By night, she lured him into the cornfield.
But if Wu Fengshou wanted to break off the engagement, he would have to return the two roosters and two bolts of Dacron fabric he had given to the He family.
He Shiyi was more beautiful than He Cuihua—a well-known beauty for miles around.
Wu Fengshou couldn’t bear to break off the engagement, but He Cuihua desperately wanted to marry him, her heart filled with jealousy and malice.
She abandoned her once-close sisterly bond with He Shiyi and tricked her into going to the countryside at night to catch crickets for the chickens.
The original He Shiyi trusted her.
When night fell, carrying an empty bucket, she walked laughing with He Cuihua into the wild.
Passing a cornfield,
He Cuihua took advantage of her inattention, slapped her on the back of the head, and knocked her unconscious.
The bucket fell. She collapsed to the ground.
He Cuihua called the fool she had hidden in the cornfield, waiting for candy.
Together, they dragged He Shiyi into the cornfield.
At this moment, the twenty-first-century He Shiyi had transmigrated into the original body.
Her personality was the complete opposite of the original.
Two extremes.
The modern He Shiyi was free-spirited, vengeful, self-interested, and pleasure-seeking.
[Same name, opposite personality… how is that even possible?]
[Could it be that I was the original in my past life, and Heaven sent me back to save her?]
As panic churned in her mind, a mysterious voice suddenly spoke inside her head.
[You guessed right.]
He Shiyi froze.
[W-who are you?]
A lazy voice replied:
[I am the most irresponsible, unreliable, consequence-free, speech-avoiding, crash-pretending system in the world.I only brought you to the 1970s.What happens afterward—dead or alive—I don’t care.I’m here to slack off.]
He Shiyi nearly fainted with anger.
[A system like you is useless! Get lost!]
The system was delighted.
[Bye-bye! Don’t come looking for me. Even if you do, I’ll pretend I’m crashed.]
[I won’t look for you! Without me, I’ll thrive in the ’70s just fine!]
He Shiyi’s adaptability was extraordinary.
She cursed the system away.
Her panic instantly settled.
She felt around the ground for something to knock someone out.
Within a meter were only clods of dirt.
Nothing useful.
[Forget it. Escaping comes first.]
She rose to run—but He Cuihua’s moans pierced her ears.
“Silly fool, where did your digging strength go?”
“Sis, give me candy, then I’ll have endless strength.”
“All right, I’ll give you one. Later, make He Shiyi a ruined shoe.”
The situation was critical; she had no time to hesitate.
Her face burned; her chest heaved with rage.
She lifted her legs high, placing them down carefully, inching forward.
If she could escape the cornfield and call villagers—the one paraded with broken shoes would be He Cuihua.
Not her.
“I’m about to die!”
The fool suddenly stood up.
Naked and dark-skinned, back to He Cuihua, facing He Shiyi—and began to urinate.
“Psshh… psshh… psshh…”
Her shoes and pant legs were soaked.
The stench made He Shiyi’s stomach turn.
She froze, vision going black.
She couldn’t run.
Too close.
One reach and he could grab her.
Unless her legs had rockets, she couldn’t escape.
“Silly fool, you understand now, right?”
Blocked by his body, He Cuihua stretched lazily, indulging in her perfect curves.
The fool squinted, drooling.
“I got it. I know what to do.”
“Good. Go ruin He Shiyi. I’ll go get people.”
[Monstrous! Inhuman dogs!]
He Shiyi cursed silently.
She suppressed the urge to kick them both to death.
Her memory told her—the fool’s brain was damaged.
Candy ruled him.
Strong, reckless, unable to tell right from wrong.
Once he went berserk, he could kill.
He ran faster than a rabbit.
He Shiyi shivered.
[Running now—my chances are slim.]
She forced herself to calm down.
Her hand brushed something in her pocket.
She touched it—her eyes lit up with delight.
She lay flat, silent.
He Cuihua cooled off.
Hurriedly dressed, unaware of He Shiyi’s movement.
Then she remembered He Shiyi.
She glanced back, smiling wickedly.
“He Shiyi, Wu Fengshou slept with me. If you become a ruined shoe, don’t blame me.You’re so pretty, it’d be a waste not to become one.”
[You filthy, vile woman! If you won’t let me live, I won’t let you either.]
He Shiyi glared with the corner of her eye.
He Cuihua pulled her glowing white legs into her pants.
“Silly fool, I’ll go get people. Go play your game with He Shiyi.”
Holding her red waistband, she ran out of the cornfield—as if fleeing for her life.