Superstars of the Three Kingdoms
The damned system dragged me into another world, only to let its sister-in-law escape! No legendary generals to summon, no elixirs or magical medicines, not even any heaven-defying martial arts! All I
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Zhang Sifan had always felt that his name was a curse upon his fortune.
Sifan, Sifan—who would long for the mortal world? Only immortals pining for life among mortals, or remarkable figures yearning for ordinary days. Those are dreams reserved for the truly extraordinary!
But what about himself?
He was always average, perfectly ordinary. To put it nicely, he carried on the fine tradition of moderation championed by the Chinese people; to say it bluntly, in a crowd so nondescript, even his parents might not pick him out.
He was the kind of pauper who schemed about how to spend a fortune he didn't have. With such a life, what business did he have yearning for anything extraordinary at all?
Still, he was at least a modern university student, a blossom in the garden of the motherland, perhaps a little wilted, but with a few hobbies and talents to his name—one could even call him a young man of the arts.
He had, for instance, a penchant for writing, though after a string of “surefire masterpieces” had flopped, he’d put his literary ambitions on strategic hiatus.
He loved music—an old soul in the world of traditional melodies.
He wrote poetry, even once winning a city-wide prize for his verse, the sole honor of his student days.
He was a voracious reader, especially of the “Three Kingdoms.”
That wondrous classic had awakened his curiosity early. While his first-grade classmates still frowned over flashcards, Zhang Sifan was already engrossed in a phonetic edition of “Romance of the Three Kingdom