Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's son's ex-boyfriend

It was already noon when I came out of the luxury store.

The sun was shining brightly overhead, making the asphalt road surface reflect light.

Lu Yu stood at the store entrance, squinted to adjust to the light, and glanced down at the balance in her mobile bank account.

It was less than he had expected.

The price quoted by the appraiser at this luxury store wasn't unreasonable, but the depreciation rate of the designer clothes and accessories was astonishingly high.

They cost tens of thousands of yuan when they were bought, but when they were recycled, they were only worth a few thousand yuan, and some were even only a few hundred yuan.

That bag was a limited edition and sold for a good price.

But after the appraiser examined the watch with a magnifying glass for a long time, the final price he quoted made Lu Yu hesitate.

"This watch is in very good condition, but there aren't many similar models available on the market recently. We can only offer a maximum of 12 yuan."

"If you think it's not worth it, you can try listing it on a second-hand platform. If you sell it slowly, you should be able to make an extra 20,000 to 30,000 yuan."

Lu Yu thought about it for a moment and then took the watch back.

Twenty or thirty thousand is not a small amount for him now; it's enough for his mother to take medicine for two or three months after the surgery.

He sold everything else, paid in cash, and the money was immediately deposited into his account.

With the remaining balance in the original owner's bank account, the initial surgery fees were almost covered.

Lu Yu stood by the roadside, leaning against a tree trunk on the sidewalk, and dialed the phone number of the original owner's father.

The phone rang three times before being answered, and a hoarse, tired voice came from the other end: "Feed?"

"Dad," Lu Yu called out.

This title was somewhat unfamiliar to him.

In his past life, he was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage and never called anyone "Dad" or "Mom".

Now that he's in the body of the original owner, he has to fulfill this filial duty on behalf of the original owner.

Mr. Lu's voice was a bit more sober: "Xiao Yu, why are you calling at this hour? Has something happened?"

It's not easy for my son to work hard in the big city, and now this huge thing has happened to our family.

Mr. Lu felt very guilty.

Instead of helping their son, they dragged him down.

They didn't send their son a single penny for living expenses this semester; the family simply couldn't afford it.

"No, nothing happened to me."

"I've raised enough money for Mom's surgery and just transferred it to your card. Dad, please check it."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by rustling sounds, which were probably Mr. Lu looking through his phone.

After a while, Mr. Lu's voice rang out again, even hoarser than before, as if something was blocking his throat:

"Where...where did you get so much money? Xiao Yu, are you...?"

Lu Yu interrupted her father, saying, "Dad, don't overthink it. I earned all this money myself, so you don't need to worry."

After saying that, he himself felt that it was not something the original owner would say.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before Mr. Lu gave a muffled "hmm".

His voice had a suppressed nasal tone: "Your mother is right next to you; she wants to say a few words to you."

After a slight noise, a weak female voice came through the receiver.

Lu Yu changed his posture, and sunlight filtered through the leaves onto his shoulders, casting dappled patterns of light.

He lowered his eyelashes, his voice softening involuntarily: "Mom."

"Xiao Yu, don't overwork yourself..." Mother Lu's voice was broken and weak. "I know what's wrong with me. Don't do this for my sake..."

"Mom," Lu Yu interrupted her, her tone gentle yet firm, "The surgery fees have been paid in full. Just relax and wait for the surgery. Don't worry about anything else."

"Take good care of yourself and get well, do you hear me?"

A soft sob came from the other end of the phone.

"Mom, don't worry, your son has grown up and can earn money now, so you don't need to worry about him."

Lu Yu kicked at the pebbles on the ground and continued, "I'll come back to see you after I'm done here."

After saying a few more words, Lu's mother was probably tired, and her voice grew softer and softer.

Mr. Lu took the phone again, his tone much more relaxed than before, but still tinged with worry:

"Xiao Yu, you need to take care of your health too. Don't just focus on making money."

"I know, Dad, I'll take good care of myself, you don't need to worry about me."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Yu leaned against the tree trunk and stood there for a while longer.

The call log on his phone screen showed a number he didn't recognize.

He had no parents in his past life and didn't know what it felt like to have family.

The brief conversation he had just had given him a sense of unfamiliar warmth.

Putting her phone away, Lu Yu took a deep breath and started walking towards the subway station.

When I got back to the dorm, my three roommates were gone; they had probably all gone to work.

They all found internships.

Lu Yu sat down at his desk, opened his laptop, went to a job search website, and began filtering job postings.

In the last semester of university, most of my classmates found internships, and some even signed formal contracts.

Only the original owner continued to neglect his duties.

He skips classes and internships, his mind is filled with thoughts of climbing the social ladder.

Now he's taken over this mess and has to clean it up piece by piece.

There are quite a few jobs available for finance professionals, but the requirements are all quite high.

The original owner had none of these three things: GPA, internship experience, and professional certificates.

Lu Yu broadened the screening criteria to include recent graduates, with no experience required. After looking through the list of positions, there were very few that he could apply for.

He applied to several companies that weren't too strict about his major and looked at the job postings for a while.

I didn't turn off the computer until I got hungry.

Lu Yu got up, grabbed a light jacket, and prepared to go outside the school to buy some food.

As he walked to the side of the playground, he saw a group of people gathered at the other end of the track.

Two high-powered fill lights were on, illuminating several actors dressed in youthful and attractive attire, resembling students.

A boy carrying a camera was squatting on the ground adjusting parameters, and someone else was carrying a reflector.

A middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap stood in front of the monitor with his hands on his hips, giving instructions with a frown.

A group of students had gathered around to watch the spectacle, taking photos with their phones in twos and threes.

They make short dramas.

Lu Yu understood at a glance.

In recent years, the short drama market has been booming, and film crews often rent university campuses for filming.

Although he had never filmed a short drama in his previous life, he had seen quite a few in film and television cities.

Lu Yu didn't pay attention and planned to walk around it.

He had only taken two steps when the middle-aged man in the baseball cap turned around and saw him.

The man's gaze fixed on Lu Yu, his eyes lighting up like a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days spotting a piece of meat. Without a word, he took off after her.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

Lu Yu stopped and turned to look at him.

The middle-aged man ran up to him, panting.

After seeing Lu Yu's face up close, the light in his eyes shone even brighter.

He quickly looked Lu Yu up and down.

From face to figure to legs, the gaze is not greasy; it's an assessment from a professional perspective.

"Hello, classmate." The middle-aged man caught his breath, took out a business card from his pocket, and handed it over with both hands.

"I'm the director of a short drama series. My name is Zhou Tong. We're filming a campus short drama series, and we're temporarily short of a guest actor to play the campus heartthrob."

"Just half a day, would you like to give it a try?"

Lu Yu took the business card and glanced at it.

Before he debuted in his previous life, he was scouted and given business cards by talent agents several times while walking on the street.

He wasn't surprised by this.

I never expected to run into something like this after transmigrating into a novel.

He roughly understood the filming cycle of short dramas; a complete short drama takes about a week to film.

Both the male and female leads are used to the extreme.

If they film for half a day, the amount of screen time should be quite substantial.

"Are you sure you can finish filming in half a day?" Lu Yu asked.