“Silly Zhu, you need to get yourself together. You have a younger sister. Even if your dad doesn’t want you two, you still have to keep going.”
A well-groomed man lectured a boy.
“Even though your dad isn’t looking after you anymore, a man should still stand on his own two feet.”
He Yuzhu looked at the hypocritical man in front of him. From the start, he had no money or food, and it was winter.
Thinking of who this man was made him even angrier. He was only fifteen, yet this man had already plotted against him, and now he was acting like a benefactor as he lectured him.
Pah!
His younger sister was only five. Thinking of their schemes, He Yuzhu knew he had to keep his sister and himself alive.
But he was no longer the He Yuzhu he had once been.
He had come from the twenty-first century. They had the same name, but he was a software programming designer at Yale University.
After graduating, he had just gotten an offer from a major company and was ready to throw himself into his career when he took on a small job.
He was helping his junior’s game company create a cheat that would max out the player’s proficiency, letting them level up all the way without having to complete quests.
The quests required to break through to higher levels were too difficult, causing the game to lose many players. The game company had set up a dedicated cheat development department to boost player engagement.
He had stayed up late working overtime to finish it. He never expected to transmigrate as soon as he woke up.
The original owner had no cooking skills? Did all those years of learning go to waste?
The previous sentence says Yushui is 5 years old, the next sentence says Yushui is 10 or 20 years old! How old was Xu Damao when he got married? How old was Jia Dongxu when he got married? Reading your writing feels like an insult to my eyes.
Wow, I've seen some really stubborn people. Rich peasant families, small merchant families, capitalists—which one of them hasn't been purged and is still running a shop? Unless they ran away before the first half of 1965. In that chaotic courtyard house, was there a single good person? The first person to report it was someone from the courtyard house itself.
What are you saying? It's all nonsense. I have no idea what you're trying to say. Can you please use plain language? The characters' dialogue is completely nonsensical. Was this written by an AI robot?