1 A Good Person Part I (1/2)

Meng Fan tightly grasped the thug, pressing him down against the seat with the mere strength of his own weight.

Boom. Boom.

At that moment, he felt his body had already gone cold. No amount of excess body fat can resist bullets.

The only upside of this circumstance seemed to be the small amount of time his reckless actions had bought for the airline staff and security, and the courage overwhelming the other passengers that lead them to subdue the remaining four thugs after witnessing Meng Fan's selfless feat. The plane was safe, and so were the passengers.But as for Meng Fan himself...

Meng Fan leads a life of honest mediocrity, barely posessing enough courage to kill a mosquito. At most, he was only brave enough to face on screen the professional erotica actresses that held the fate of his semen in their hands. Not even in his wildest dreams did Meng Fan conceive that an obese, homebody like himself would experience a sudden burst of heroism during an airplane hijacking.

Was it a sense of justice that gave him the courage? Or was it just a whim of reckless insanity? Regardless, it felt pretty bad ass.

Was this facing death with unflinching certainty? To hell!

As the life disappeared from his body, Meng Fan felt the regret washed over him. Reflecting like a backlight, his short life passed in his head and he realized that he did, in fact, harbor many regrets regarding people and events.

”I don't want to die!”

These were the the last words Meng Fan wanted to utter before losing awareness, but his body had already lost its strength.

...

”Wake up! Hurry! Wake up!”

Meng Fan drowsily opened his eyes and saw a familiar face. Realizing what was happening, Meng Fan arose in his seat. ”Zhou Wei, what are you doing here? I'm not dead yet?”

”Damn it! I'm out here trying to wake your dumb ass up, or else I'd be long gone to class! Also, if you're planning to skip class again, you really won't be far from death!” Zhang Zhou Wei creased his brow and muttered something else under his breath as he left the dorm.

”I'm in the dormitory?”

Meng Fan slowly studied his surroundings, paused, then furiously slapped himself. He then proceeded to get out of the bed, looking and feeling around. After smacking himself a few more times, face throbbing with pain, he finally concluded it was not a dream.

”I'm not dead! And not only that”-Meng Fan grabbed his phone, checked the date, then stayed frozen for a while and burst out-”I time travelled! I got reincarnated to three months ago!”

After repeated confirmations, Meng Fan's initial surprise faded into chaos; he actually time travelled.

The previous events felt like a dream. No. From Meng Fan's perspective, the present seemed more like a dream.

He went to the bathroom and took a cold shower to calm himself.

”I actually lived to see the day I'd become a member of the time traveller's club. Did God decide I was so good in my life to warrant a second chance? Or were my pre-death obsessions too heavy, to scare the cosmos to succumb my livelihood? Could it be both?”

”What the hell! Why only 3 months ago, and not three years ago? This recoil time is a little too short isn't it?!”

”When other people time travel they can overcome tigers and kings and become legends of their time, or at least become a successful being! But I only got sent back 3 months? What the hell will that change? What important event could possibly happen during these three months that will become the fulcrum to impacting humanity?!”

”Meng Fan, you damn idiot! Why didn't you have a habit of buying lottery tickets!”

”Where's my gold finger? Typically, time travellers at least come equipped with a gold finger. Why don't I have one?”

”Where's the beep beep beep? Come on, at least give me a system!”

How typical it was of humans ---- always seeking for more after being satisfied.

”Alright, living is good, too! Since the universe so badly wants me alive, this time around I will live with no regrets!”

”I want a relationship! I want to lose my virginity! I want to see Jay Chou in concert! I want to go to an anime convention in NIPPON! I want...”

”Huh?”

Meng Fan suddenly realized what had been going through in his head, although unaware of what the problem was. He thought it was a ”gold finger” at first, but it seemed lost at a closer glance.

”Yes! I'm going to try to persist, and live my best life!”