My Host Got Lost Again [Quick Transmigration]

[My Host Never Keeps Her Word]

[Not recommended for reading: these are my embarrassing past exploits and they ruin my glorious image. If I lock this, I'll turn into a withered tree! So I'm not locking it!]

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1

Everyone at No. 17 High School says that top student Song Jichen is completely uninterested in romance. He has no interest in girls and is the sort of ruthless guy who can calmly finish three practice tests while watching videos.

Later, rumors spread that Zong Lin, the school's fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged problem girl, had her eye on Song Jichen and had even vowed to win him over.

Everyone thought Zong Lin was getting ahead of herself, so they laughed it off.

Until one day, a student went to buy milk tea and saw pale-faced Zong Lin order a limited-edition summer drink that promised a refreshing chill. But the moment she turned around, Song Jichen, who had been standing behind her, snatched it away.

Song Jichen, who was said to never speak to girls of his own accord, handed the problem girl the brown sugar and ginger tea in his hand. "Are you trying to make yourself worse?"

2

The first time she met Song Jichen, Zong Lin thought he looked so frail he couldn't lift a finger or carry anything.

Years later, they ran into each other at a banquet. She accidentally drank too much, and he forcibly slung her over his shoulder and carried her home.

He pinned her against the sofa, his long fingers gripping her chin. A dangerous glint shone in his calm, dark eyes. "You've finally fallen into my hands, huh?"

Zong Lin was thoroughly drunk. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her lashes trembling and her voice soft and syrupy. "Who are you...?"

Song Jichen bent down and took her earlobe into his mouth, biting it lightly in revenge. "I'm your man."

Double: Boss, the damage radius is way too big!

Bai Jin: I'll fix it after I'm done.

Double: Why are you leaving? Boss, you forgot to fix it.

Bai Jin: No energy, no time, no spiritual power.

[My Host Never Takes the Usual Route]

Double: Host, I found out that there's no money in our account...

Bai Jin: Find me a bank nearby.

Double: ???

Bai Jin: What are you looking at? I didn't take any money-making skills this time.

[My Host Exploits the Workers Without Limits]

Double: Host, it's raining. This place is so high up, it's likely to get struck by lightning.

Bai Jin silently stuck an iron rod on Double's head.

Double: !!!

[My Host Forgot Her Medicine Today]

Double: Host, what you're doing doesn't align with the core values of socialism.

Bai Jin: Oh.

Double: Host, you'll be fired.

Bai Jin: Oh.

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