Does the "Young and Trendy Girl Also Need to Repair Mecha?"

Chapter 1: Soul Transmigration and the Mad King Tianwei opened her eyes. A half-finished celebrity poster hung from a nail on the ceiling, its edges curled. She moved her fingers, touching a sticky, cheap candy. Her ears rang, like the lingering echo of an overloaded engine in an apocalypse. The mirror opposite the bed was cracked. She saw a strange face, hair dyed pinkish-yellow, bangs stuck to her forehead with sweat. Her throat was dry and sore. She propped herself up on the edge of the bed, her heel brushing off a plastic slipper. The door was pushed open. A tall, thin boy stood in the doorway, his school uniform collar frayed. He stared at her, his lips pressed together...