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.,“Little Piglet, Little Piglet, it's time to go home. Be careful, or your mother will beat you until you cry.”,The little mischievous one, Mrs. Chen chuckled and tapped Zhu Ping'an's forehead lightly, saying in a low voice, "Eat quickly, it will be served on the table soon. Is your mind wandering so far to that Mumu again, all glued to the eldest house"。