From the Start, Bailu Unmasks My Secret Identity

[Single female lead] [Bai Lu] [Bai Mengyan] “Diao Zhou.” “No... Changzhou?” Bai Qiu shot upright from the hard bed, smacking the back of his head solidly against the bunk above. He grimaced in pain. The rental room was less than ten square meters, with instant noodle cups and mineral water bottles piled in the corner. Beside the laptop on the desk, its screen still glowing, sat a half-empty bottle of calming brain tonic. “Dude, where the hell am I? Is this even Earth?” He rubbed the back of his head, which throbbed with pain. His fingers touched something sticky. When he held them up, he saw blood. “Holy crap!” Memories surged back like a tide. The night before, all he had done was post a complaint on some forum: “These so-called noble feminists should go cosplay as speed bumps on the national highway.” How had he woken up in this godforsaken place? Bai Qiu staggered to the window and yanked open the greasy, grime-caked curtains. Outside was the familiar streetscape of Changzhou, yet it was terrifyingly strange. The sign for “Changzhou Library” flickered in the rain in the distance, but beneath it was an extra line of small text: “Jiangnan Province Branch.” Across the road, where the Wanda Plaza should have been, stood a building he had never seen before, called “Wending Tower.” “Is this even still China?” Bai Qiu’s voice trembled. [Ding! The Host wanted to cosplay as a speed bump. But since there aren’t enough trucks on the national highway, the System skipped the process and transmigrated you directly.] A mechanical voice suddenly boomed inside his head, scaring Bai Qiu so badly he nearly fell to his knees. He looked around and realized the voice was coming straight from his brain. “Why, thank you so much!” Bai Qiu gritted his teeth. “I f***ing hate you! I haven’t even spent the paycheck I just got!”