Transmigrated as the male lead's roommate's vicious girlfriend

Ning Xi was woken up by her alarm clock.

She instinctively reached for her phone, but couldn't find it after a while.

Her brain, forced to turn on, had only one thought: turn off the alarm and doze off for another five minutes. She would definitely get up in five minutes.

I can't get enough sleep, I just can't get enough sleep.

When did the sofa become so spacious?

Ning Xi opened her eyes with difficulty.

When she realized she was on the bed in the room, her mind went blank for several seconds.

Was she sleepwalking?

That shouldn't be the case; she doesn't have that habit.

Did He Kezhou move her to bed?

The more I think about it, the more I feel that there is only this one possibility.

She didn't feel anything at all!

The alarm clock is in the living room, beating like a death knell.

Ning Xi threw off the thin blanket and went to the living room to get her phone.

The phone time shows: 8:03.

As expected, He Kezhou was nowhere to be seen at home.

Ning Xi turned off her phone alarm, her peripheral vision drawn to the breakfast on the table.

A boiled egg, a plate of fried dumplings, and a bowl of millet porridge.

Next to the breakfast was a stack of cash.

Ning Xi counted them; there were 16.

She refused the money He Kezhou transferred to her; he simply exchanged it for cash and kept it at home.

Ning Xi didn't touch the money.

The pan-fried dumplings and porridge were slightly hot to the touch.

It's not hard to guess that He Kezhou probably just left a little while ago.

A scene suddenly flashed through Ning Xi's mind: He Kezhou carried her back to her room and closed the door. After washing up, she went out to exchange money. She bought breakfast, delivered it, and then rushed off to work.

Calculating the time, he only rested for less than four hours.

Ning Xi picked up the egg and smashed it hard against her forehead.

She winced in pain, but her mind cleared up.

Time didn't allow her to dawdle any longer.

She put down the eggs and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.

The sun was shining brightly outside, making the room bright and airy.

Ning Xi applied a layer of sunscreen and then used concealer to cover her dark circles.

After quickly changing her clothes and eating breakfast, she headed straight to the community's express delivery station.

She had just stood at the entrance of the inn when she was hit by a green, thick-soled foam slipper that had been thrown out.

She instinctively caught the slipper and looked down at her arm, which had been hit and turned red.

That's really powerful.

The onlookers, eager for a good show, enthusiastically told Ning Xi, "That kid jumping around at the entrance is the innkeeper's son. He doesn't want to go to school five days a week. Every morning, his mother has to give him a beating before dragging him to school."

The tall, sturdy landlady, barefoot, grabbed her son's ear and slapped him hard across the face: "I'm just asking you, are you going to school today or not?"

The seven- or eight-year-old boy, as strong as a bucket, cried and wailed with blood streaming from his nose, "Kill me, kill me, then I won't have to go to school."

"You think I don't want to?"

The loud roar caused the onlookers to quickly move away.

Ning Xi held the green slippers and met the woman's gaze.

She handed the slippers to the woman, saying, "I'm here for a part-time job today."

The woman snatched the slipper from her hand, her brows and eyes looking fierce and irritable with anger.

She called impatiently into the door, "Dongzi, come out and lead the people to do the work."

A handsome young man wearing a baseball cap walked out of the house and waved to Ning Xi.

As soon as Ning Xi entered, she was enveloped by the overwhelming smell of express delivery. The shelves stretched from floor to ceiling, and as far as the eye could see, there were countless packages.

The ground was piled with newly delivered packages that had not yet been sorted.

The boy had dark circles under his eyes that were almost as bad as a panda's, and he spoke weakly. He gave her a few instructions and then told her to start working.

Ning Xi took the phone and barcode scanner he gave her.

The work at the courier station is tedious and complicated, and the boy is never idle.

Ning Xi first observed the shelf numbers and the work the boy was currently doing.

After watching for about ten minutes, she squatted down next to the boy and skillfully sorted the packages, moving them one by one to the corresponding areas according to the last digit of the package number and the shelf number.

The boy finally looked up at her. "When Sister Xi comes back, don't talk to her first. She's mean, fierce, and irritable. If you concentrate on your work, you can finish a whole day. I'll teach you the mailing process when I have time. Ask me if you have any questions. Don't play on your phone when you're busy."

Ning Xi carefully wrote down what the boy said.

The inn, with its two storefronts and two floors, was only occupied by Ning Xi and a boy who dared not rest for a moment.

The workload is huge.

Ning Xi was busy until noon when she finally saw the proprietress return on her electric scooter.

She ate lunch with Da Dong, taking turns.

Da Dong told her to go eat first. It wasn't even noon yet, so she took advantage of the time while eating lunch to order lunch for He Kezhou and three iced Americanos to be delivered to the car dealership.

Why not order other coffees? Because iced Americano is the cheapest.

Save the money, spend it.

Ning Xi originally wanted to call He Kezhou to ask if he had any money for food.

If asked, He Kezhou would definitely say he's rich.

Ning Xi simply took care of everything herself.

She sent He Kezhou a screenshot of the takeout order.

The lunch break is a peak time at the rest stop, and she has absolutely no time to look at her phone.

While picking up a package for an elderly woman, she overheard the time being announced on the old-fashioned mobile phone.

The food delivery should have arrived by now, right?

Xiao Meng Auto Repair.

Zhou Zhishui took the coffee and food delivered by the deliveryman and called out to He Kezhou, who was lying under the car, "Brother Zhou, your food is here."

He Kezhou's voice came from under the car, "I didn't order takeout."

Zhou Zhishui: "Your name is written on the coffee and rice."

He smiled broadly, "Who knows, maybe it's some thoughtful person who feels sorry for how hard our Brother Zhou works."

"Is it fixed? If it's fixed, come out and eat."

He Kezhou crawled out from under the car, covered in oil, and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "You didn't order this?"

Zhou Zhishui and Meng Yizhen had been subtly helping He Kezhou for some time. Every time it was mealtime, they would order He Kezhou's share as well.

He Kezhou didn't stand on ceremony with them, but he also made it clear that he didn't need any help. This was his own choice.

They are all straightforward people who dislike nonsense and affectation.

Men understand men better.

Later, when He Kezhou cooked noodles at the car dealership for lunch or ate a ten-yuan bento box, they no longer felt that the food was bad.

Zhou Zhishui said, "No, Zhen is out running business today. If it were me, I definitely wouldn't order three cups of coffee."

He reminded He Kezhou to check his phone to see if anyone had sent him a message.

He Kezhou wiped his hands with a rag and went to get his phone.

The screenshot sent by Ning Xi was spotted by the curious Zhou Zhishui.

His expression was a little strange. "Did your girlfriend order this for you?"

He Kezhou stared at the two screenshots in the chat box, his fingertips pausing slightly.

Zhou Zhishui looked down at the coffee and then at He Kezhou.

These three cups of coffee were clearly ordered by Ning Xi for the three of them.

The sun is shining from the west?

At any other time, he definitely wouldn't drink what Ning Xi ordered.

But today is an exception.

He's hot and irritable right now, and this iced coffee is just the right thing for him.

Zhou Zhishui took a cup of tea without asking, "Brother Zhou, I'm going to buy food. You can eat and drink first."

He Kezhou opened the takeout bag.

Three dishes and a soup, two servings of rice. The portions were so generous that Zhou Zhishui glanced at them several times after returning from buying the food.

He exclaimed, "This store is truly conscientious."

Ning Xi, that heartless woman, has finally learned to be considerate of her boyfriend's hard work.

Zhou Zhishui clearly noticed that He Kezhou was checking his phone more frequently in the afternoon than he had ever done before.

It seems like they're waiting for news from someone.

In the afternoon, a middle-aged woman came to the car repair shop. Her car headlights were smashed to pieces.

Zhou Zhishui stepped forward to provide the service, only to hear the woman sitting in the car yelling into her phone: "I must have been blind to marry you, to choose a man like you. You have no money, no companionship, and we only have sex once every two months. If I can resist finding another man, I'd be doing myself a disservice."

Zhou Zhishui nodded in agreement.

He Kezhou's gaze shifted from his phone to the middle-aged woman's face.

The middle-aged woman opened the car door and got out. "You've come to the right place. You guys are definitely quite good-looking."

Zhou Zhishui took half a step back and pushed He Kezhou out.

He was teased by an older woman yesterday and he still hasn't recovered.

This service, what's up with him?

He Kezhou remained expressionless, his eyes fixed only on the car that needed repair.

The middle-aged woman's eyes narrowed, and she said with a touch of sadness, "What I'm saying may be crude, but it's true."

Do you have a girlfriend? If so, treat her well.

After the woman finished speaking, she handed the car keys to He Kezhou and began to wipe away her tears.

Zhou Zhishui wanted to offer some words of comfort.

But this is a woman in her forties, not a teenager or a young girl in her twenties.

He didn't dare to offer any random advice.

How can I make my girlfriend happy and satisfied?

He Kezhou's words stunned both the middle-aged woman and Zhou Zhishui.

The middle-aged woman said, "Yes, I mean, enough material comforts, and that you're always there when I need you. And most importantly, I hope you have a wonderful life every night."

"If you can do the above three things, your girlfriend will definitely be happy."

Zhou Zhishui's eyes widened at the seriousness in He Kezhou's eyes.

He realized that He Kezhou seemed to have taken the older woman's words to heart.

The older sister's car won't be repaired in just a day or two.

After seeing her eldest sister off, Zhou Zhishui stared at He Kezhou's retreating figure.

After diagnosis, it was found that He Kezhou is truly love-struck!

That day, He Kezhou finished his early shift.

He used special industrial laundry detergent to scrub off the grease on his hands and then took a cold shower.

As he came out of the bathroom, he picked up the cell phone from the cardboard box.

The pinned profile picture hasn't received any new messages all afternoon.