Quadrado: Pessoal, o Shazhu ficou bobo, o que fazemos? Urgente
"Shazhu"? Que atrevimento! Por favor, me chame de Diretor He! Ao acordar, uma alma moderna tornou-se He Yuzhu, o "Shazhu" do Siheyuan. Logo no início, foi sugado por Qin Huairu, moralmente chantageado pelos três velhos, e sabotado pelo arqui-inimigo Xu Damao? He Yuzhu sorriu friamente: Eu não sou bobo! Quem quiser ser o trouxa, que seja! Marmita? Nem para cachorro, quanto mais para esses ingratos! O cheiro de carne trazido do refeitório faz os animais do pátio ficarem com água na boca! Ao despertar o "Sistema de Check-in Aleatório", entre as confusões do Siheyuan e as disputas de poder na fábrica de aço, ele avançou passo a passo, do balcão do refeitório até o escritório do diretor.
Quadrado: Pessoal, o Shazhu ficou bobo, o que fazemos? Urgente
He Yuzhu jerked upright, his waist aching from the hard kang bed. A pungent mix of coal dust, old timber, and pickled cabbage assaulted his nose.
He looked around in bewilderment.
The walls were patched with old newspapers, the wooden cabinet was chipped and peeling, an enamel basin with a cracked rim sat on the floor, and outside the window loomed the dingy eaves of the courtyard's back house.
“Where... am I?”
Buzz—!
A flood of images, names, and voices crashed into his mind: He Yuzhu... nicknamed Fool Zhu... Grade Eight cook at the Red Star Steel Mill... the canteen... the Jia family... Qin Huairu... Banggen... Xu Damao...
“Damn! I've transmigrated into Fool Zhu from ‘A Courtyard of Affection’?!”
He Yuzhu—no, he was He Yuzhu now—slammed a fist down on the unyielding edge of the kang. A surge of the original owner’s resentment, frustration, and the numbness of being taken for a constant sucker rose within him.
“Thirty-seven and a half yuan a month, living like a lackey!”
The original owner’s memories were crystal clear: the lunchboxes brought back from the canteen almost always ended up in the Jia household; as soon as he got his wages, Qin Huairu would tearfully complain, and three or five yuan would evaporate; the three old men in the courtyard would guilt-trip him with “Fool Zhu, show some spirit” at every turn; and that scoundrel Xu Damao was always tripping him up...
Worst of all was the Jia family—Jia Zhang with her sharp tongue, and that little ingrate Banggen, who’d steal from him and act as i
