He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

ZC: [I have your schedule. You don't have classes this afternoon, okay? See you later.]

Sang Jiuning: To hell with God's goodness.

The ruffled-hair little Totoro: [No way, I have a part-time job at the bubble tea shop this afternoon.]

Z.C: [Yeah, I'll go with you. See you later.]

Sang Jiuning: ...There is no reason to refuse.

She sighed, then slowly got up and climbed down the stairs.

Suddenly my phone vibrated and rang.

Ara cha cha ya bi bi la bi bi la ba li bang biun bang lian n bang bo...

Sang Jiuning: ...The Leek-Spinning Song.

Upon closer inspection, it was a call from the original owner's father.

The original owner of this body, like herself, came from a single-parent family.

Her parents divorced when she was eight. Both parents had their own families, and she was like a ball, being kicked around. Because her grandparents lived in the countryside, she could only spend one month with her father and one month with her mother until she went to boarding school in high school, at which point she no longer had to travel between the two places. Her parents gave her a fixed amount of living expenses every month, and she would go back to her grandparents' house during her holidays.

The original owner's family was simple: father, grandfather, grandmother, uncle, aunt, and cousin's family.

Everyone in the family except the children is a teacher. Because the original owner of this body had no mother since childhood, her family spoiled her.

It's been over a month since she transmigrated into the book, and she hasn't taken the initiative to contact the original owner's family.

She pressed the green answer button, mimicking the original owner's usual coquettish tone: "Hello, Daddy, do you miss me?"

A rigid, stern voice came from the other end of the phone: "How have you been lately?"

The original owner's father, Sang Tingyan, lived up to his name, and his voice was very serious, but Sang Jiuning could hear the concern in it.

She tried her best to mimic the original owner's tone as she replied, "Dad, I'm doing fine, and my studies are going well, so don't worry."

"That's good," the original owner's father paused, seemingly considering what to say next. "Dad has had some job changes recently. After finishing teaching this graduating class of senior high school students, I'll be working at a private high school. I just got paid, so I'll transfer 5000 yuan to you via WeChat."

Sang Jiuning's heart tightened. After the original owner went to university, she kept asking her family for money. Before she transmigrated, the original owner had just asked her family for 10,000 yuan, and her father transferred it to her without saying a word.

It's only been a little over a month, and they've already transferred another 5000 yuan. Actually, 3000 yuan is enough for a month's living expenses in college.

The original owner's credit card had an overdraft limit of 50,000 yuan, so he only owed 36,000 yuan. He didn't have that many courses in his first and second years of college, so he did some part-time jobs and was able to pay it off.

Sang Tingyan's concern touched her, and she replied softly, "Dad, you don't need to transfer money to me anymore. I've found a part-time job. Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself. Please take care of yourself and give my regards to Grandpa and Grandma."

Sang Tingyan was taken aback, paused for several seconds, and then said, "Yes, Dad understands. By the way, if you need anything, just tell Dad anytime. Don't make yourself suffer."

His voice carried a hint of tenderness that was barely perceptible. Sure enough, his daughter had finally grown up and was now his sweet little angel. Before, when she called, she would say she missed him, but she never told them to take care of themselves.

After hanging up the phone, two WeChat messages popped up on the screen.

One of them was a WeChat transfer of 5000 yuan.

The other message was a text message: "Take the money. Dad can support you. Do whatever part-time job you want, buy whatever you like."

Sang Jiuning stood there, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her.

Before transmigrating into the book, no one cared about me this much. I only received a fixed amount of child support every month at a fixed time. Even my grandparents passed away one after the other after I finished high school.

Although she only transmigrated into the book, she gradually felt the warmth of family in this world.

She decided that from now on, she would be the original owner of this body and would not let down those who cared about her.

Her nose stung with tears, and she immediately returned the 5000 yuan transfer, then quickly replied via text: "Thank you, Dad, I won't accept it! I can take care of myself."

During this period, I received two WeChat text messages from Wen Zhaoci.

ZC: [I'm downstairs at your dorm.]

ZC: [Come down.]

Sang Jiuning checked the time and realized that more than fifteen minutes had passed. She decided to make a little fuss and ask Wen Zhaoci to wait for her for another fifteen minutes.

So she slowly prepared to watch a few short videos.

As soon as I opened one, Tang Tongtong and the other two came back.

As soon as Tang Tongtong entered, she exclaimed loudly, "Ningning! You're still in the dorm? I saw Wen, the school heartthrob, downstairs." She winked and looked very gossipy.

Qin Ying chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, that guy's looks are so eye-catching, lots of people are secretly staring. You and School Heartthrob Wen... your relationship is progressing so fast! You're all lovey-dovey so quickly."

Sang Jiuning's cheeks flushed as they spoke, but she stubbornly insisted, "He was just... passing by and happened to need to talk to me about something. By the way, where's my food?"

As she spoke, she secretly turned off her phone screen, afraid that they would see Wen Zhaoci's message.

"Oh, your lunch? It's at the school heartthrob's place." Tang Tongtong crossed her arms, giving him a "I know you two are going on another date" look. "He said he'd have lunch with you."

Sang Jiuning: ...We're going to be stuck together again.

I was planning to go downstairs for a bit, have lunch and rest, and then go to my part-time job at 2 PM.

"I've transferred the money for your meal to your phone!" Sang Jiuning avoided their gazes, slung her small crossbody bag over her shoulder, and walked out. "I don't have class this afternoon, I'm going to work part-time at a bubble tea shop!"

"So, the school heartthrob Wen is going to work with you at a bubble tea shop?!" Tang Tongtong's voice rose eight octaves. "My god! Wen Zhaoci! That legendary aloof, abstinent Wen, who only cares about studying and research, is actually going to work with you at a bubble tea shop? Ningning, what kind of amazing move is this?! Teach us!"

Sang Jiuning was both amused and exasperated by their questions, so she changed the subject: "Hey, stop guessing! He's not going. I need to get ready to go out too."

As she spoke, she picked up a small mirror from the table, looked at herself, tidied her hair, and secretly applied some more lipstick.

Although she was secretly planning to "make a little fuss," she was still a little apprehensive about making Wen Zhaoci wait for so long.

It's okay, he got angry, so she broke up with him!

Even after Sang Jiuning left, the curiosity and gossip in Tang Tongtong and Qin Ying's eyes did not die down at all.

Qin Ying suddenly leaned closer to Tang Tongtong and whispered, "Tongtong, do you think they've kissed? I've saved the photos of that head pat last time."

Tang Tongtong's eyes lit up, and she lowered her voice to reply, "I bet five packs of spicy strips that she's definitely not! Look at Sang Jiuning's face, it's as red as a boiled shrimp, she's still a pure and innocent girl. But the way the school heartthrob looks at her... tsk tsk, I bet there'll be some explosive news in less than three days!"

She patted Su Qingyan's shoulder, who had been silent since returning, and said, "Yan Yan, what are you daydreaming about? You haven't said a word since you came back. Speaking of which, Weng Zhicheng from the finance department has been pursuing you for so long, and you still haven't made your relationship official?"

Su Qingyan snapped back to her senses, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, her eyes darting around. She had been thinking about seeing Wen Zhaoci downstairs, and her heart was beating a little fast, her fingertips even feeling slightly hot.

She forced a smile, avoiding Tang Tongtong's probing gaze: "He and I are just friends. Besides, we're only in the second semester of our freshman year, there's no rush to date."