After I Started Slacking Off, the School Bully Begged Me to Help Him Memorize Vocabulary

Lin Wanwan, a seasoned corporate wage slave at a major tech company, died suddenly at 28 and transmigrated into a wealthy-family school romance novel. She was thrown into hell-level difficulty from the start: caught slipping a love letter to the school bully, the male lead, in the middle of English class. The original character’s persona: spoiled, willful, and hopelessly lovesick. Lin Wanwan’s persona: emotionally detached, a work machine who just wants to retire. Faced with the discipline director’s furious shouting, Lin Wanwan pushed up her glasses and sighed at the school bully, Jiang Wang: “Jiang, according to your family company’s financial reports, if you don’t get into college this year, your grandfather will freeze your credit card. The sunk cost of skipping class for an hour is XXXX yuan. The compensation for smashing into a guardrail while street racing is XXXX yuan. Are you challenging your underwear, or my patience?” The whole school was stunned. The school bully was dumbfounded: ...Why is this woman even more naggy than my mom? Later on. What used to be a bullying scene became a business negotiation: “Su Mian, this cafeteria VIP card is yours. Bring me breakfast and lunch from now on. I’ll pay you daily. If you don’t want the job anymore, just submit your resignation. We’ll follow the proper process.” What used to be a romantic confession became a fire drill: “Jiang Wang, open flames on the sports field are against the rules. That’s a five-thousand-yuan fine. Also, your candles aren’t burning cleanly. The black smoke will clog your pores. Put them out, now.” Lin Wanwan: As long as I’m not embarrassed, youth is the one that’ll be embarrassed. Romance? That sort of thing would slow down my retirement.