Gao Jia'Kesi's Transmigration

At 9:03 a.m., Gao Jakes slid into a cubicle in the HR department of Qixing Interconnect just as the time clock let out its final beep. He set down his thermos, printed with “Life advice: Get yourself a cute me,” and had barely turned on his computer when Lin Xiaxia, the intern at the next desk, leaned over. Her red-rimmed eyes made her look like a startled rabbit.

“Brother Jakes, just… just now, Sister Zhang from Operations came over and said there were three mistakes in the onboarding guide I made yesterday. She said in front of several coworkers that I ‘don’t have a brain when I work,’ and I…” Lin Xiaxia’s voice broke with tears. Her fingers clutched the edge of the folder so tightly her knuckles had turned white.

As Gao Jakes turned on his computer, he fished a milk candy out of his drawer and slipped it into her hand, wearing his usual ‘customer-service’ smile.