Transmigrated into the body of a villain, I became my sister's savior.

"But here is something I've been longing for but can't have..."

"This body is myself from a parallel universe."

"What goes around comes around..."

"Don't run."

"Lin Jianshen, you've lived alone until you were 22, what have you ever been afraid of?"

"You're scared now, are you trying to run away?"

"No, it's not..."

To run or not to run? This thought swung back and forth like a pendulum.

Reason is screaming to leave.

But in my mind, I always see that light that was left on, that cup of warm water, and that thin figure squatting on the ground, trembling as he ate noodles.

After finishing his meal, Lin Jianshen washed his dishes in the kitchen.

When she returned to her room, Xia Tingwan was still squatting by the door, sipping her noodle soup.

Lin Jianshen said rudely, "Your own bowl, you wash it yourself after you're done eating!"

With a "bang".

The door to Lin Jianshen's bedroom was closed.

Xia Tingwan looked up and murmured, "Did they change the person again?"

"How could he have ever cooked noodles for me before?"

"And it tastes so good."

Inside the door, Lin Jianshen leaned against the door panel and took out a coin from his pocket.

The original owner was a gambler who sometimes faced indecisive situations—usually betting on big or small, or whether to follow the bet or not.

The problem was solved by flipping a coin.

"Since I've been given this life by chance, I'll gamble on it using the original owner's methods."

"Keep the front side, leave the back side."

He flicked his thumb hard.

A soft, gentle "ding" sounded.

The coin spun in the air under the light bulb, leaving a faint arc of light along its edge.

With a "smack," Lin Jianshen's right hand covered the back of his left hand.

My heart is beating very fast.

He carefully moved his palm open a crack.

The light reflected from the national emblem flowed through the gaps between his palms.

Lin Jianshen paused for two seconds, then suddenly chuckled and said, "Many people think that the number side is the front."

"Actually, the side with the national emblem is the front."

He muttered to himself, "Since this is fate, then let's stay."

"This is me in a parallel universe. I'm slowly paying for the sins I committed in the past."

Lying back on the hard bed, he lay there with his eyes open in the darkness, beginning to sort out the mess.

A list of tasks to be done appeared in my mind:

First, you have to pay the rent.

There are only seven days left until the rent is due.

Time is of the essence.

Secondly, I need to earn enough for Xia Tingwan's tuition for the next semester, and then find a way to send her back to school.

She should have had the best years of her life ahead of her.

She should bloom like a flower, not rot in the mud like this.

It's July now, and there's still some time before high school starts in September.

He said, "There's still time, there's definitely still time."

Then, we need to improve her life.

She's so thin; if she doesn't eat well, it will affect her physical development.

Of course, we must be careful during this process and not change too quickly; we must make changes little by little.

Otherwise, it would be troublesome if she found out.

Lin Jianshen drifted off to sleep.

His sleep was never deep, but the original owner of this body was a carefree person.

Perhaps influenced by the original owner of this body, I slept very well.

When I woke up, it was already broad daylight.

The incessant chirping of cicadas could be heard outside.

After staring at the unfamiliar ceiling for a long time, Lin Jianshen finally realized that he had traveled through time.

When I went to the bathroom to wash up after leaving the bedroom, I found that my toothbrush was brand new and the bristles were neat.

Xia Tingwan's toothbrush bristles were almost worn down.

Sin ah.

Xia Tingwan had gotten up early. Seeing that he had finished washing up, she brought him a bowl of porridge and placed it on the table.

In his usual timid tone, he explained softly, "I'm sorry, I gave you all my money yesterday, so I don't have any money to buy meat buns."

Lin Jianshen squinted, feeling that Xia Tingwan was testing him.

The original owner never skimped on herself; when eating porridge, she would always have meat buns or braised vegetables with it.

If Xia Tingwan only gave him a bowl of plain porridge, he would definitely hit her.

We must not give ourselves away.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Xia Tingwan's old gray dress by the collar, pulling her forward.

The girl was thin and frail.

Light and airy.

Lin Jianshen raised his other hand high and clenched it into a fist.

His facial muscles tensed, instantly filling with the violent rage that the original owner often displayed.

Xia Tingwan cried out in fright and hurriedly raised her hand to protect her face, preparing to endure the familiar pain.

"Could it be... that I was wrong?"

If you don't want to be exposed, the best way is to throw a few punches and then curse a few times.

Lin Jianshen's fist trembled, hovering in the air, but he couldn't bring it down.

After a two-second standoff, he suddenly loosened her collar and roughly pushed her back.

With his other hand, he pulled five yuan from his pocket and slammed it on the table.

"You want me to hurt you so you can go out and cry to people and play the victim, right?"

He snapped, his voice dripping with the irritation of someone caught in a trap, "Don't give me that crap! Get out and buy some steamed buns! I can't stand the embarrassment!"

Xia Tingwan staggered a step, looking at him with lingering fear, then at the money on the table.

He hesitated for a moment before quickly grabbing the money, lowering his head, and running out.

A short while later, Xia Tingwan returned with two steamed buns filled with braised pork.

Lin Jianshen was already sitting in the dining chair drinking porridge. He picked up a steamed bun, took a big bite, and the aroma of oil filled his mouth.

Xia Tingwan held the bowl, only daring to stand by the table and sip the porridge in small mouthfuls.

He frowned and threw the untouched bun, along with its plastic bag, at her.

"I drank too much last night and didn't have much of an appetite, so here's a bun for you. Don't look so grumpy."

Xia Tingwan dared not sit at the table to eat because the original owner thought she was a jinx and it would be bad luck to eat at the same table.

She picked up the bun, silently retreated into the shadows beside the refrigerator, leaning against the cold metal exterior, and whispered, "Thank you."

Her voice was soft and pleasant.

Lin Jianshen did not notice that she did not stutter this time.

After quickly finishing his porridge, Lin Jianshen pushed the empty bowl aside, got up, and went out.

"Bang!" The security door slammed shut behind them.

Under normal circumstances, Lin Jianshen would go to internet cafes with his cronies.

I went gambling and drinking in the afternoon.

When I came home for dinner, they asked for money and started hitting me.

But he can't do that.

Lin Jianshen walked for a long time before finding a shopping mall.

There were many job postings on the walls of the mall.

Lin Jianshen noted down the shops that were hiring and went to each one of them.

But they were met with setbacks at every door they visited.

"Without industry experience, what kind of job are you looking for?"

"Sorry, this doesn't suit my image."

"I'm not hiring anymore. Go away, don't interfere with my business."

"Do you have a chef's certificate and a health certificate? If not, why did you come? This is a legitimate chain restaurant, not a small shop. Don't waste your time."

His eyebrows were messy, and he had a head of blond hair; he looked like a troublesome guy.

Nobody wanted him.

Around noon, feelings of frustration and hunger struck at the same time.

He shamelessly went to KFC and picked up some leftover fries that no one else was eating before the staff in the dining area started collecting food.

This dish is best enjoyed within fifteen minutes of being taken out of the pot.

It quickly loses its texture and becomes soggy, so it's easy to leave leftovers.

Although these fries were cold, they were still deep-fried, so they were high in calories and could keep you full.

This is based on his experience as an orphan.

I had bad luck today; I didn't find any of the original recipe chicken or golden chicken nuggets that other people didn't want.

Sitting on a bench in the mall, he slowly chewed on his bland fries.

My stomach finally stopped protesting, but I felt empty and anxious again.

Time is like an invisible rope, slowly tightening.

He needs to hurry up and earn the rent.

He couldn't bear to spend the dozen or so yuan he had left in his pocket.

Since the original owner wouldn't leave any money for Xia Tingwan, he didn't leave any either. He wondered if the girl knew to go home and cook.

There are still noodles and rice at home.

While I was lost in thought.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind: "Brother Biao?"

Lin Jianshen turned his head and saw a guy with brightly colored hair walking up behind him.

"Mengzi." Lin Jianshen raised his chin as a greeting.

This guy with hair that looks like a spilled palette is named Song Siyuan, and like him, he has a glorious profession—a street thug.

Lin Jianshen felt that his name was not fierce enough, so he gave himself a nickname, Brother Biao.

Inspired by this, Song Siyuan also gave himself a nickname: Mengzi.

When you're out in the world, you earn your own reputation.

These two, Zhuge Liang and Feng Xiaogang, have always had a good relationship.

Song Siyuan leaned over, plopped down next to him, and pulled out a cigarette, offering it to him: "Brother Biao, what are you doing?"

"Never mind, smoking isn't allowed in the mall," Lin Jianshen said, pushing the cigarette away from his hand. "I'm looking for a job."

"Huh?" Song Siyuan looked at him like he was an alien; the cigarette in his mouth would have fallen off if it weren't for the saliva sticking to his lower lip. "Looking for a job, you?"