He stole his best friend's photos and fell for a tycoon's heir through online dating.

The shop assistant's mouth formed an "O" shape as she quickly followed her instructions.

Clear the cache, disconnect and reconnect to the network, and the loading bar on the screen suddenly started moving. Three seconds later, the ordering interface popped up completely.

"Oh my god, it's really fixed!" The shop assistant exclaimed, both surprised and delighted.

"Are you studying computer science? That's amazing!"

Xia Ruo smiled and was about to casually reply, "My major involves it"—but the words suddenly froze on her lips.

and many more.

She wasn't "the Xia Ruo from before." She had transmigrated into the book.

How could the original owner, Xia Ruo, possibly understand computers?

How could you possibly tell there's a cache conflict just by looking at it?

How could you possibly just blurt out ERR_CACHE_MISS?

She mechanically, inch by inch, turned her head to look at Lin Wanzhi.

Lin Wanzhi was holding her freshly made mango pomelo sago, with the straw in her mouth, staring at Xia Ruo with her round eyes.

There was no shock. There was no doubt.

She just blinked and said with a grin:

"Ruoruo, you're so amazing! You can even fix computers!"

Then she tilted her head and asked seriously:

"When did you learn that? I had no idea!"

Xia Ruo's heart pounded, her mind raced, and she started making things up:

"Well... I was browsing online when I had nothing to do before, and I thought it was fun, so I learned a little bit."

You know me, I only have a short attention span, I've already forgotten about it, it was just pure luck...

"Wow—" Lin Wanzhi took a big gulp of mango pomelo sago, her cheeks puffed out, and said indistinctly.

"You're incredibly lucky to have caught that rat! That...what...what...miss, you pronounced it so professionally, like a hacker in a TV drama!"

She leaned closer and gently bumped Xia Ruo with her shoulder, her eyes curving into two crescent moons:

"I'll get my computer fixed by you from now on whenever it breaks down! That way I won't have to spend money at the repair shop!"

Looking into her large, clear eyes, free of any impurities, Xia Ruo's tense nerves slowly relaxed.

Lin Wanzhi didn't think much of it.

Or rather, she wouldn't have any negative suspicions about Xia Ruo at all.

In her world, Ruoruo is Ruoruo. Whether she can fix computers or not, she is her best friend.

She doesn't need a reason, nor does she need an explanation.

Xia Ruo felt a sour taste rise in her throat and quickly lowered her head, pretending to reach for her own cup of milk tea.

"Okay, I'll take care of your computer from now on."

"It's a deal! No backing out!"

"No regrets."

Lin Wanzhi hummed a song with satisfaction, took Xia Ruo's arm, and the two walked towards the dormitory, chatting and laughing.

They didn't notice that there was a person standing at the entrance of the milk tea shop's kitchen, holding a freshly changed work uniform, as if he were nailed to the spot.

Liu Yinan.

He came to the bubble tea shop to relieve the previous shift, and as soon as he entered, he heard a familiar voice saying—ERR_CACHE_MISS. Cache miss. Local cache data is out of sync with server data.

He instinctively stopped in his tracks.

It wasn't because these words were particularly profound; to him, they were just basic introductory knowledge.

He stopped because of the person who said those words.

It was the girl who insisted on giving him a breakfast that morning in the cafeteria.

Today she was wearing a cream-colored knitted cardigan, her hair casually draped over her shoulders, standing with her back to him in front of the ordering counter, tapping the screen a few times with her finger.

Actually, he had inquired about her after the incident.

Xia Ruo, Dance Department.

That was the first time in his three years at University A that he had taken the initiative to inquire about a girl's name.

However, the results of his inquiries made him realize that his sixth sense in the cafeteria that day was correct; he shouldn't have any dealings with this kind of person.

Skipping classes, being late or leaving early, having the worst grades, being vain... and most importantly...

She had been manipulating her wealthy best friend, treating her like an ATM and an emotional dumping ground. The girl named Lin Wanzhi was completely under her control.

When her classmate spoke of Xia Ruo, his tone was full of disdain and annoyance: "She's only pretty, but her character is utterly awful."

"Zhang Yu, who lives in their dorm, has a really bad relationship with her. Do you know why? Because Zhang Yu couldn't stand it anymore."

"Lin Wanzhi has been brainwashed by her, and no one can persuade her otherwise."

After listening, Liu Yinan completely extinguished his inexplicable curiosity.

He originally thought he would never have any contact with that name again in his life.

But now—

He stood there, watching Xia Ruo's figure disappear outside the milk tea shop, her words still echoing in his ears.

Those professional terms that came out of his mouth, those troubleshooting ideas that came out without thinking, and that finger that accurately located the problem on the screen.

This is not something someone who just glances at something online or has only a fleeting interest can do.

This requires systematic knowledge, practical experience, and even a certain innate technical intuition.

Liu Yinan lowered his eyes.

Why would a dance major with a terrible reputation and no relevant major know these things?

Liu Yinan closed his eyes, unfolded the work uniform, and slowly put it on.

He told himself that it was none of his business.

What kind of person Xia Ruo is has absolutely nothing to do with him.

He can't even manage his own life, so how could he have the time to figure out the secrets of a gold digger?

-

That night, Xia Ruo was restless in her dormitory.

She had just done some calculations while leaning on the table, and afterwards she felt terrible.

The original owner spent several months painstakingly swindling twelve million from Zhou Siyan.

And she had only been back in the book for a few days—just a few days!—and had already received nearly six million in transfers.

Six million.

Xia Ruo felt a chill run down her spine as she looked at the nearly 18 million yuan balance in her WeChat Wallet.

At this rate, she might not even live to see Zhou Siyan throw her into the Huangpu River before she's scared to death by these hot potatoes.

No, this can't go on.

It's not that she doesn't want money—who hates money?

The problem is, the more money you take, the more miserable your death will be.

The original owner was fed fish after swindling twelve million. If she were to swindle twenty or thirty million, would Zhou Siyan give her a different way to die?

For example, tie a stone to it and sink it into the river?

Xia Ruo shivered.

She had to find a way to make Zhou Siyan stop transferring money. And it couldn't be too sudden, so as not to arouse his suspicion.

After thinking about it for a long time, she decided to take the "self-reliant and self-strengthening" route—she had already found a high-paying internship and could earn money, so she no longer needed her brother to support her.

This is consistent with a normal persona shift, and it doesn't make it seem like she's deliberately rejecting anything.

She picked up her phone, considered her words carefully, and typed out the first sentence:

"Brother, what are you doing? Have you missed me?"

Zero: [Thinking of you!]

Xia Ruo stared at those three words, her eyelids twitching.

"Oh?" she muttered under her breath, then couldn't help but look at it again.