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

Xia Tingwan really wanted to tell Xu Lan, "That's not how it is. My brother isn't a bad person."

"Don't let him bear these bad reputations; he shouldn't have to suffer them."

But she couldn't say anything.

She cannot expose her brother's secret.

If my brother finds out that my secret has been exposed, he will definitely leave.

Just thinking about it made her feel very sad.

Teacher Xu decided to persuade her from the perspective of her studies: "You need to look forward and focus on your studies."

"Living on campus can save you a lot of time, giving you more time and energy to focus on your studies."

"Look at Zhao Jinyu, she studies so well and even asked to live on campus."

Teacher Xu had no idea that her words would make Xia Tingwan dislike Zhao Jinyu.

She didn't understand Xia Tingwan's current feelings of anxiety and uncertainty.

But she understood the stubborn expression on Xia Tingwan's face.

Seeing that Xia Tingwan was unyielding, Teacher Xu decided to change her approach.

She softened her tone and said, "If it really doesn't work out, you can stay here for a while. If you still can't adapt, you can switch to commuting."

In fact, once Xia Tingwan finishes her boarding school registration, there's a high probability she'll gradually get used to it.

They might forget about it by then.

Xia Tingwan shook her head and said, "Teacher Xu, I want to go home."

"I promise I will be in the classroom at seven o'clock tomorrow morning and I will definitely not be late for morning reading."

Teacher Xu frowned: "A person's personality is a very complex thing. It is shaped by a person's experience, upbringing, education and many other factors."

She tapped the table lightly: "What I mean is, people are very hard to really change."

"Who knows, he might revert to his old ways at any time?"

Xia Tingwan said firmly, "He won't."

"But you can't deny that such a probability does exist," Xu Lan pressed. "Even so, are you still going back?"

Xia Tingwan's gaze was unwavering as she firmly stated, "Yes."

Teacher Xu looked at her with a hint of helplessness.

Xia Tingwan took out her phone and said, "Teacher, I have a phone now."

"Don't worry, I will definitely call you if I encounter any problems."

The Third Middle School does not prohibit students from bringing mobile phones, because simply suppressing them is unrealistic.

Scientific management is more effective than prohibition.

Each classroom has a phone storage bag hanging on the wall; you can simply put your phone there during class.

Usually, only the bag with Xia Tingwan's name on it is empty.

Xu Lan's brows relaxed a little when she was surprised to find that Xu Lan now had a cell phone; at least her communication channels were open.

Xia Tingwan pleaded desperately and repeatedly assured him that she would return on time the next day.

Xu Lan finally relented, sighing, "Alright then, if anything happens, be sure to call me."

When Lin Jianshen woke up, it was already dusk.

Orange-red light streamed into the room through the gaps in the tattered curtains.

Countless tiny dust particles floated within the beam of light.

He yawned, sat up in bed, and stared blankly at the floating dust.

On weekdays, I work as a warehouse manager, which involves moving heavy objects. In my spare time, I have to attend online classes.

Even during my days off, I have to go out to deliver food, so I have very little rest time and it's really tiring.

This body has always had very good sleep quality.

I was thinking of taking a nap, but when I woke up it was already 6:30 pm.

If he slept until this time on weekdays, Xia Tingwan would have already prepared dinner and knocked on his door to wake him up for dinner.

The room was very quiet, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Lin Jianshen went to the bathroom to wash his face, sat on the sofa for a while, and then leaned against the door frame of Xia Tingwan's bedroom.

"Will she be bullied at school?"

"Will the pressure be immense if I fall behind in my studies?"

Her door was not closed.

The interior was just like his own room, very simple.

There was just a bed, a wardrobe, and an old table.

There were no decorations at all; it didn't look like a teenage girl's room at all.

Although he had recently bought her some more clothes, Lin Jianshen felt that he still hadn't shown her enough care.

No girl's room is so plain and lifeless.

There was a faint fragrance in the room.

He thought of the girl who had served him food in his past life.

At that time, the girl seemed to have a faint fragrance on her.

A strange thought suddenly crept into my mind:

That girl... is not as good as Xia Tingwan.

She wasn't as pretty as Xia Tingwan, her voice wasn't as pleasant, and her body proportions weren't as good.

He was startled by his own thought and quickly left the room.

After calming down, he went to the kitchen and decided to cook himself noodles for dinner.

While cooking, I pondered why I had such a strange thought.

However, it seems quite normal for an older brother to use his younger sister as a reference point to compare her with others.

After all, living together for a long time makes it easy to have such thoughts.

Yes, that must be it.

He finally found a suitable reason, pursed his lips, nodded, and turned off the stove.

Only then did he realize that the noodles had been made for two people.

Just as they were preparing to serve the rice, there was a knock on the door.

Lin Jianshen opened the door and took a look.

The landlord was found standing at the door.

"Hey, Xiaolin, you haven't paid your rent from last month yet," the landlord said with a smile. "It's already several days late."

"It's already September, I was wondering if you'd forgotten."

Lin Jianshen has become increasingly robust lately, and the landlord's tone has become much gentler.

Lin Jianshen slapped his forehead, looking apologetic: "Oh dear, I've been so busy with work lately, I'm really sorry."

"I'll pay for October's too."

He transferred the rent to the landlord and said, "It's no big deal, you can just send a WeChat message, why bother coming all the way here?"

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who would default on rent."

The landlord received the money, breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded repeatedly: "I know you're a man of your word."

"I wasn't at the market to buy groceries; I just remembered this while passing by and thought I'd drop by to remind you."

"Okay, I won't bother you any longer, I'll be going now."

After seeing the landlord off and closing the door, Lin Jianshen returned to the kitchen.

He took out two bowls, divided the noodles into two portions, poured the minced pork sauce over them, and placed a soft-boiled egg on top.

One sausage is placed in each bowl of noodles.

Two bowls of minced meat noodles were placed on the stove.

Then, he subconsciously turned his head and called out, "Xia Tingwan, stop reading and come out to eat!"

No one responded.

Only the tireless chirping of cicadas outside and the faint sounds of people in the alley could be heard.

The couple downstairs seemed to be arguing again, with pots and pans clattering and crashing.

Their golden retriever kept barking.

In a few days, they will make up as before.

A man or a woman might cook a nice meal for each other and invite them over for dinner.

The other person was clearly very happy, but insisted on keeping a straight face, saying, "Tch, who wants to eat your cooking?"

The other party will then come over to coax them.

As you soothe the bed, you'll hear the bed frame creaking.

The soundproofing in this place is poor; you can hear everything very clearly.

Lin Jianshen stood there, stunned for a few seconds, then burst into laughter.

The landlord's interruption made him forget that today was the first day of school, and Xia Tingwan was staying at school, leaving him alone at home.

In the past, if he was home, Xia Tingwan would lose track of time while reading or doing homework, and he would cook dinner.

The power of habit is silent and strong; while he was distracted, his body had already automatically completed the process for two people.

"Never mind," he muttered to himself, "it's good to make one more bowl and keep it for a late-night snack. What I make is always better than the cold noodles you buy outside."

He picked up one of the bowls and sat down at the table.

Just picked up the chopsticks—

"Knock knock knock".

There was another knock on the door.

Lin Jianshen assumed the landlord had returned and got up impatiently, muttering, "Is this ever going to end? Can't a person even have a proper meal?"