Rebirth as a Court A

The old man panicked, hugging me tightly while shouting, “Old gentleman, old gentleman, come quickly, come quickly…”,What's the worry You, a seven-year-old kid now, acting like you're a one hundred sixty-pound strongman A big sweet potato like this should be easy enough to hold on to, why worry about getting bumped,Alas, things have come to this, it's probably useless to worry now. Life still has to go on day by day. It wouldn't do to just commit suicide by jumping into the water as soon as I transmigrate, would it。