My Female Tenant's Name Is Lin Yi

[Single female protagonist, daily life, urban fireworks, no system and no blood] The female tenant who shared the flat said she was a painter, and I believed her. It wasn't until she pointed out the leap year calculation error in my financial statements that I knew—— This girl, who couldn't even turn on a range hood or fry pork ribs until they were mushy, entered a class for gifted teenagers at the age of sixteen, got an offer from the mathematics department of a prestigious overseas university, and personally promoted what everyone saw as a bright future, and came to Shanghai to work as a game artist. In Shanghai in 2015, I was a dawdling financial operator, hiding half of an unfinished novel; she was a genius who defected from the "correct life" and moved in with a box of drawings. We fought for the bathroom, shared the water and electricity bills equally, ate braised chicken and rice with reduced prices, and shared a living room in the sweltering summer. I thought I just had an extra tenant, but later I found out that she had broken my stagnant life.