For a long time, Lin Shi had hated Yan Xianjue.
He couldn't understand how someone could be this stupid.
He had even looked into the intelligence of the other Yan family members, and that only left him more confused. The whole family was highly intelligent, so how had Yan Xianjue ended up with an empty head?
Lin Shi couldn't figure it out.
It wasn't until he entered high school and met Shen Fangli, who had also forgotten him completely, that Lin Shi finally let it go.
Maybe this world really did have idiots.
He was incredibly lucky to run into two identical idiots at once.
But then again, perhaps only idiots would be so reluctant to let go that they cried when a hopeless scumbag like him—someone who had killed his father and mother—was walking toward death.
Amid endless explosions, flames soaring into the sky, and curses and furious shouts that seemed to come from hell itself, Lin Shi closed his eyes contentedly.
What did death feel like?
To Lin Shi, it felt like falling into a long, deep sleep.
Wait... something wasn't right.
Even if he had never died before, his medical knowledge told him that dead people were not supposed to have thoughts.
So he opened his eyes again, cursing under his breath.
Lin Shi looked around. He knew this place well. Before the explosion, everyone had called it the Lin Household Old Residence. He was currently in one of its lounge rooms.
But the problem was... hadn't he blown up the old residence?
Lin Shi stared blankly ahead and muttered, "That formula Yan Xianjue's grandfather left behind... it can't have been something made up to fool children, can it...?"
No, calm down. Don't start thinking with the kind of brain that could run eight horses at once,