TRT – Chapter 1 Zhao Minmin, That Person

Late at night, when all was quiet—no parents calling their daughter’s name—only the click-clack of mouse and keyboard could be heard.

On the glowing screen, Jin Zi Da’s and Pu Tao Da’s writings shone brilliantly, while someone in front of the computer clutched tissues, laughing and crying in turns, trembling all over…

Without the slightest warning, that someone suddenly slammed all the windows shut, staring blankly at the Saikano (She, the Ultimate Weapon) desktop wallpaper for a long time… as if even time itself had frozen.

Suddenly—the air cracked open! Movement! Yes, they moved!

Hands trembling, they pressed against the desk, slowly pushing up their stiff body, stretching their hunched spine, twisting their sore neck. Energy coursed through their body, gathering in their dantian. Their eyes flashed with brilliance! All in that instant!

They threw their head back and howled:

“I—want—to—time—travel!!!!!! Aooooo!!!!”

Smack! (The sound of The Pocket French-Chinese Dictionary colliding with their skull.)

“Do you know what time it is?! You’re driving me crazy!” (The angry roar of a female roommate from the upper bunk.)

… (And so, our someone lay motionless, playing dead.)

This “someone” was just an ordinary person.

Even their surname, Zhao—nice enough, ranked in the Hundred Family Surnames. But to put it bluntly? Overused.

Their given name wasn’t bad either—if there were only one of it. With a single “Min,” they might’ve carried a touch of heroic aura straight out of a Jin Yong novel. But alas, saddled with the double “Minmin,” our someone often beat their chest in regret, blaming the older generation for a lack of cultural refinement.

Right, our protagonist’s name is Zhao Minmin.

Back in elementary school, when learning to write essays, the teacher always said:

“When describing a person, start with their appearance, then move to their character, supported by hobbies and deeds. Only then will the image feel vivid and lovable.”

So, let’s start with Minmin’s appearance and personality.

They say a woman’s beauty is made up of:

• 30% looks,
• 30% temperament,
• 30% character,
• 10% style of dress.

As for Minmin—

• Looks: average → minus 10 points.
• Education, family background, special skills: all average → minus 20 points for lack of temperament.
• Personality… (ellipsis packed with meaning) … but at least she aligned herself enthusiastically with Party ideals, so just minus 5 points there.
• As for style, that’s a variable—how good she looks depends directly on how much money she has to throw at it.

All in all, Minmin’s composite score hovered around 65 points. In other words: a situation not exactly promising…

Now, let’s talk about Minmin’s hobbies.

Her one and only passion was reading day and night on Jinjiang Literature City. Recently, she’d become obsessed with time-travel novels.

After reading more than twenty in a row, Minmin reached a systematic, crystal-clear conclusion:

Time travel is awesome!

• With time travel, you get to ogle handsome men while hoarding gold and jewels.
• With time travel, you scale Tianshan, dive into Dragon Pools, and wrap yourself in unrivaled martial arts.
• With time travel, you roam the jianghu, wander palace intrigues, and narrate history east and west.
• With time travel, even if you’ve got no real ability, you can still be another Wei Xiaobao!
• With time travel, the side characters are all ridiculously talented in the eighteen martial skills, yet somehow blind enough to cling to the protagonist!

Thus, in her plain, uneventful life with no hope of ever standing out, Zhao Minmin firmly resolved to embark on the road of no return—time travel!