Transmigrating Into a Siheyuan as Xu Damao

When Lin Mo jolted awake in front of the projector, the back of his head was still numb with pain. His argument with Silly Zhu over a lunchbox had somehow made him transmigrate into Xu Damao from Love in the Courtyard.

“Xu Damao, are you playing dead?” Silly Zhu’s booming voice battered the courtyard gate. “You dare stick your nose into Bang Geng’s business?”

Lin Mo clenched the projectionist’s ID in his pocket as the original owner’s memories surged through him: framing someone for stealing a chicken, picking fights with Silly Zhu, and ultimately being abandoned by everyone. He flung open the door. Unlike the original owner, he didn’t fly into a rage. Instead, he stared at Silly Zhu’s sleeve. “The grease from the chicken on your stove hasn’t even been washed off. Why don’t you worry about your own kid?”

Silly Zhu stood there stunned, while the Third Master peeked out to watch. Lin Mo weighed his options: first, get Lou Xiao'e on his side, then save some money and steer clear of the turmoil to come. This mess in the courtyard needed a whole new way of living.