The room was filled with a strong, pungent smell of urine. Everyone instinctively held their breath upon catching a whiff of the foul odor.  

Under the dim light of a kerosene lamp, ten-year-old Lin Changfu noticed the large wet stain on the crotch of Zhou Zhongwen, who was lying on the ground.  

As if he had discovered a new world, the boy clapped his hands and cheered, “The educated youth wet his pants! The educated youth wet his pants!”  

Lin Hongni covered her face but still peeked through her fingers, pouting as she muttered, “So grown up and still wetting his pants, how embarrassing.”  

The adults in the room stifled their laughter at the little girl’s innocent remark.  

Wasn’t it true? Five-year-old Lin Hongni had long outgrown wetting her pants, yet Zhou Zhongwen, a man in his twenties, couldn’t even compare to a child—soaking his own pants in urine.  

If word got out, people would laugh their heads off.  

Amidst the undisguised jeers of the crowd, Zhou Zhongwen wished he could find a rock to smash his head against right then and there.  

Humiliating. So humiliating. Never in his life had he felt so ashamed.  

After warning Zhou Zhongwen once more that she would report him to the commune if she didn’t see the money in the next two days, Lin Wanwan had Lin Yougen drag him out and dump him outside.  

Just looking at him made her sick to the point of losing sleep.  

Handsome? Sure, the man was quite handsome—like a morning glory blooming in a pile of cow dung. But what use was he if he couldn’t carry a load or lift a hand?  

Keep him at home as decoration? Just the thought was enough to sour her mood.  

A man like him couldn’t even be a decent freeloader. The original host, that silly girl, had truly wasted her sincere affection on him. But at least she had avenged her now.  

With today’s farce coming to an end, everyone vented their anger and returned to their rooms to sleep.  

As soon as Lin Wanwan lay down in bed, the system, which had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up.  

[Name: Zhou Zhongwen]

[Gender: Male]

[Age: 25]

[Height: 170 cm]

[Weight: 100 kg]

[Intelligence: 20]

[Appearance: 30]

[Physique: 20]

[Performance: 5, Unqualified]

[Fertility: 5, Unqualified]

When Lin Wanwan heard the system’s last two remarks, the corner of her mouth twitched uncontrollably for a few seconds.  

This damn system really didn’t need to spell out every little detail. She certainly didn’t need to know that the good-for-nothing was incompetent in that department.  

[Host, you did the right thing. A useless man like him could never make you happy. Dumping him was the best choice.]

[In the future, I’ll definitely find you a man with an illustrious background, outstanding looks, a great body, and exceptional stamina in every aspect…]

The system rambled on and on, but Lin Wanwan, exhausted to the point of collapse, didn’t hear a single word of it. She fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.  

The system, left without a response from its host for a long time: […]

Question! Was it too late to change to a new host now?!  

Meanwhile, Zhou Zhongwen, who had been thrown out of the Lin family’s yard like a dead dog, struggled to get up from the ground despite the pain wracking his body. Limping on unsteady legs, he made his way back to the educated youth point.  

To save money, the educated youths there didn’t even light a kerosene lamp.  

The moment Zhou Zhongwen, reeking of urine, pushed open the door, the male youths chatting on their beds caught a whiff of the foul, stinging odor. Instinctively, they turned their heads toward the entrance.

Under the faint moonlight, Wang Yonghao recognized the figure at the door as Zhou Zhongwen and asked, “Zhou, weren’t you supposed to be eating meat at Aunt Wang’s place? Why are you back so late? We’ve got work early tomorrow.”  

“And why do you reek of piss? Did you fall into a latrine or something?”  

His mouth was like a machine gun, rattling on and on without pause.  

Zhou Zhongwen shot Wang Yonghao an aggrieved glare and replied hoarsely, “It’s nothing. I just tripped on my way back.”  

Without waiting for further questions, he dragged his injured body to his cabinet, grabbed a couple of clothes, and took his enamel washbasin outside.  

Gritting his teeth against the pain, he scrubbed himself clean with the last bit of soap he had left.  

Staring at the dirty clothes discarded on the ground, he felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation.  

One day, he swore, he would escape this backwater village and return to the city.  

Once he achieved success and power, he would make the Lin family suffer so badly they’d beg for death.  

Especially that fat sow Lin Wanwan—he’d make her kneel and lick his shoes.  

As for the 100 yuan that fat bitch was demanding from him now, he’d just get it from Bai Wenwen.  

As the daughter of a Revolutionary Committee director, she should have no problem coughing up a measly 100 yuan.  

If she refused, she’d regret it—because if he went down, he wouldn’t go down alone.  

Besides, he’d already taken her virginity. A used woman like her had no value to other men—no one would want damaged goods except him.  

….

The next morning.  

The educated youths at the dormitory collectively gasped when they saw Zhou Zhongwen’s bruised and swollen face, now missing two front teeth.  

Bai Wenwen, in particular, looked at him with heartache in her eyes.  

The kind-hearted Meng Honghong spoke up, “Zhou, what happened to you? Should we get the barefoot doctor from the next brigade to take a look? If it’s serious, I’ll talk to the team leader during work and get you a day off. You should rest here today.”  

Zhou Zhongwen said gratefully, “Thank you, Meng. Please help me ask for leave. Just tell the team leader I’m not feeling well and won’t be working for the next couple of days.”  

In his current state, if the other villagers saw him, it would only stir up more trouble.  

No one could find out that the Lin family had beaten him up.  

After breakfast, the educated youths headed out to work. Not long after leaving the dormitory with Meng Honghong, Bai Wenwen suddenly clutched her stomach and claimed she had a stomachache. She asked Meng to cover for her and request a half-day leave before sneaking back to the dormitory.  

Meng Honghong sighed and said to Wang Cancan beside her, “Wenwen must’ve caught a chill last night, or maybe she ate something spoiled. With this heat, food goes bad so fast.”  

Wang Cancan smirked coldly. “She looked perfectly fine to me. That ‘stomachache’ is just an excuse to go back and fuss over Zhou.”  

That idiot Bai Wenwen—throwing herself at a man like that only made her cheap. Men never valued women who chased after them.  

…

“Wenwen? Why are you back?” Zhou Zhongwen, who had been resting in bed, sat up abruptly when he saw Bai Wenwen standing at the door.  

The sudden movement tugged at his injuries, and he let out a pained groan.  

Bai Wenwen quickly shut the door and hurried to his bedside, her almond-shaped eyes brimming with worry.  

“Brother Zhou, what happened? Were you beaten up?”  

“Who did this to you? Tell me, and I’ll make them pay!”