Chapter 1 I Transmigrated
"My head hurts so much."
An Jin frowned and sat up in bed.
She stayed up all night online, looking at jobs, but couldn't find anything suitable.
"No suitable job" means that she doesn't like either high-paying jobs that require heavy physical labor, or easy jobs that pay little.
An Jin grabbed a handful of her messy hair. Since she didn't have her phone, she just sat on the bed in a daze after getting up.
She was calling him that just two weeks ago.
Before transforming into the game character he created, he was just an ordinary otaku, only 26 years old, a freelancer who made a living by boosting game accounts and grinding in-game currency.
An Jin didn't know if Heaven couldn't stand his happy life of manual labor in his previous life, but suddenly everything went black, his heart skipped a beat, and he found himself transmigrated into his own game character.
The good news is that although I transmigrated into my own game character, the world I entered was almost identical to my original world.
The bad news is that I transmigrated into a game character, but I didn't bring any game skills with me, and even my game inventory is gone.
Poor An Jin was dressed impeccably, without even a pair of shoes. She wore an oversized, loose-fitting dress from head to toe, along with her ID card.
They wore it anyway, but the place they ended up in was in the suburbs, surrounded by wasteland, with not a soul in sight.
An Jin ran out of the wasteland after being hungry for a whole day. She relied on begging to walk all the way to the nearest city, and then relied on begging to stay in a hostel.
"Maybe we should just continue begging."
An Jin thought to herself after a long period of contemplation.
She thought to herself that she had been an ordinary person for more than 20 years in her previous life, and in this life she had finally managed to travel through time and was even so beautiful.
Even if you don't become a star in the entertainment industry, becoming a live streamer shouldn't be a problem, right?
But the problem is, a streamer needs at least a computer, or at least a mobile phone!
An Jin was dirt poor, she had absolutely nothing.
But if you ask her to join a media company and sign a contract to be packaged by them, she won't agree.
nonsense.
If An Jin had been willing to work honestly, she wouldn't have ended up as a trainee in her past life because of her irregular sleep schedule.
An Jin racked her brains trying to figure out how to earn her first pot of gold and start her career as a live streamer.
What? You're asking why An Jin wants to be a livestreamer so much?
Don't ask, the answer is that I was severely trapped in my past life. The dragon-slaying hero ended up becoming the dragon himself, and in this life, I'm going to take revenge.
"Fine, let's start."
An Jin slumped on the bed with a lazy, listless expression. Anyway, she had gotten through the past two weeks without going to work, so there was no reason for her to starve to death in another world after surviving the first half of the month.
Thinking about it carefully, it's not bad to just stay at the hostel owner's place and be a freeloader. Anyway, I don't have to do anything myself, and apart from not having a mobile phone or computer, it's pretty much the same as normal life.
An Jin quickly calmed herself down, pulled back the curtain, and saw that it was already 11 a.m.
She rubbed her soft, hungry stomach, got out of bed, and ran downstairs without even making the bed.
They make a huge fuss and have absolutely no sense of manners.
"Yan Qing—"
An Jin called out the other person's name all the way downstairs, completely oblivious to the rules of propriety between men and women. She immediately put her arm around the other person's shoulder and asked in an intimate tone, "I'm hungry, what do you want for lunch?"
The innkeeper, whom An Jin called Yan Qing, was a young man in his early twenties. When An Jin embraced him, he was checking accounts with the ledger.
Seeing An Jin come downstairs, he put down the account book in his hand and let An Jin hang on him without the slightest resistance.
Why did you get up so late today?
Yan Qing frowned as she looked at the dark circles under An Jin's eyes and asked gently, "Did you stay up late last night?"
An Jin nodded: "Yes, I spent the whole night looking for a job online."
As she spoke, she peeked at the beverage machine next to Yan Qing, pointed to the most expensive yogurt inside, and said, "Which one do I want to drink?"
Yan Qing was already used to An Jin's picky eating. He touched the yogurt and refused An Jin, saying, "Your period is coming soon, drink something hot instead."
As he spoke, Yan Qing took out the milk he had specially brought today from the beverage cabinet and led An Jin to the kitchen.
As he walked, he asked, "Looking for a job?"
Yan Qing is much taller than An Jin. An Jin is almost 1.7 meters tall and thought that her height was already outstanding in this southern city. She never expected to meet Yan Qing, a genetically mutated monster.
Yan Qing is a full 1.9 meters tall, and when he stands still, he looks like a tree.
However, once it starts moving, An Jin, this wild monkey, can't hold on at all.
She's been spoiled these days and doesn't want to put in any effort herself.
Yan Qing couldn't hold on any longer, so she let go and clung to his back like a mangy dog, squeezing him along.
An Jin yawned and said lazily, "Yeah."
Yan Qing, who was heating milk, froze for a moment upon hearing this.
"Has it been found?"
Yan Qing heated up the milk, handed it to An Jin who was sitting and waiting to drink it, and asked softly.
An Jin ate very quickly, gulping down more than half of the milk in one go. After finishing the whole glass in two gulps, she wiped her mouth with a tissue and said, "No."
She complained, "I can't find a suitable job."
Yan Qing comforted her, saying, "It's not easy to find a suitable job anyway."
He looked at An Jin and added, "Are you... short of money lately?"
An Jin has been living off him for half a month now. If she really wanted to find a job and support herself, she would have moved out long ago.
An Jin muttered, "Of course we're short of them, how could we not be?"
She doesn't even have a cell phone, she's almost bored to death.
Although she was living a comfortable life of eating and waiting to die, she really couldn't live a single day without her cell phone, computer, and electronic opium.
Yan Qing looked at An Jin with tender eyes, his gaze gleaming with a light that An Jin couldn't decipher.
How much money do you need?
An Jin suddenly understood Yan Qing's gaze; wasn't that the gaze of a simp?
She immediately stood up, adjusted her posture, smiled gracefully, and held up five fingers.
Yan Qing raised an eyebrow: "Fifty thousand?"
An Jin's expression changed drastically.
Are we even friends? Have we even known each other for a month? And you dare to lend me 50,000?
An Jin gave Yan Qing a pitiful look, cleared her throat, and said, "Five thousand."
What the hell is this 50,000? Even if you dare lend it to me, I don't have the money to pay it back.
Yan Qing gave an "oh" and sat down on the sofa without saying anything, looking thoughtful.
An Jin met Yan Qing's scrutinizing gaze, her eyes filled with confusion.
ah?
no?
Didn't you say you were going to lend me money?
Why are you not saying anything after you asked the question?
Damn it.
An Jin glared angrily at Yan Qing.
Yan Qing faced the situation calmly, even crossing her legs.
An Jin stopped sitting upright and her mind was racing. She quickly came up with a solution.
She snorted, turned around, and plopped down on the sofa.
He looked like he was very angry and needed to be appeased.
Seeing her like this, Yan Qing asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"
An Jin didn't reply to him. She turned her body around, this time not even facing Yan Qing from the side, but showing her huge back, along with a cold snort.
The meaning is obvious.
I'm angry.
Yan Qing asked a couple more questions, and seeing that An Jin was ignoring her, she said, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have teased you. I apologize."
He uttered a string of sweet words, coaxing An Jin to turn around and look at him.
An Jin was not easy to coax at all. In fact, the more Yan Qing tried to coax her, the more arrogant she became: "I don't care, you did it on purpose. You're a grown man, and you deliberately bullied a little girl like me. How can you be so shameless?"
As she spoke, she faked tears, like a crocodile crying over a mouse.
As they talked, their emotions became genuine, and two real tears streamed down their faces.
When Yan Qing saw that the person was really crying, he immediately panicked.
He's not afraid of women crying, he's afraid of the woman he likes crying.
Especially since he now considers himself to be in an ambiguous relationship with An Jin, whenever An Jin cries, he takes all the blame upon himself, acting incredibly humble.
No wonder An Jin thought he was a good candidate to be a simp.
Judging from the current situation, the label An Jin gave him is not an insult to him.
Yan Qing coaxed softly, "I was wrong, okay? Don't be angry with me."
He took a wet wipe to wipe An Jin's tears, but An Jin slapped him away.
"Leave me alone!"
An Jin, enraged and embarrassed, shouted and shoved Yan Qing aside before running upstairs.
As she ran upstairs, she ran into Zhang Yuanyuan, who had just finished her rounds. The two, who had long disliked each other, snorted in unison on the stairs, one turning her head upstairs while the other rolled her eyes and looked down.
When Zhang Yuanyuan got downstairs, she saw her boss squatting by the sofa like a statue, staring blankly at the stairs.
She spoke in a curt tone, breaking the quiet atmosphere in the hall.
"Cousin, I'm not trying to be mean, but An Jin is obviously a scumbag. Why are you so obsessed with her?"
"It's been half a month, and not only have you not paid any rent, but you even went out to look for work a few days ago. Now you sleep in the middle of the day every day and you're supporting me."
She muttered to herself, "I eat your food and stay at your place. You're really generous; you don't care about any of this."
Upon hearing Zhang Yuanyuan's words, Yan Qing came to his senses. He handed the account book to Zhang Yuanyuan, without mentioning her complaints about An Jin, and simply said, "Check the accounts."
After saying that, he took off, leaving behind a pile of unfinished accounts and unwashed milk teacups on the table, and went upstairs to find An Jin.
Zhang Yuanyuan glanced at the account book in her hand, then at the drinks and instant noodles that hadn't been put away properly, and then at the unwashed milk cup on the lobby table. She was so angry that she started dancing around in the lobby.
While jumping around, he kept saying, "Ugh, so annoying! They've left me with so much work to do!"
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