De volta à juventude do chefe
Ao acordar, Zhang Yunyi se viu de volta aos dezessete anos. Com o coração pesado, foi para a aula, mas, inesperadamente, esbarrou no monitor da turma, Chen Kuo, no corredor do lado de fora da sala. Quase deixou escapar um “chefe”. Naquela época, Chen Kuo ainda era um adolescente inexperiente, sem o ar estável de novo rico do setor tecnológico que teria dez anos depois. Zhang Yunyi esfregou as mãos, animada: a partir de agora, vou seguir o chefe e evitar dez anos de desvios! Ela aceitou alegremente esse roteiro de reencarnação! Quando o chefe ficava doente, ela cuidava dele com atenção; quando ele sentia sede jogando basquete, ela aparecia na hora certa com água; quando ele tirava o primeiro lugar nas provas, ela o elogiava sem parar... Quem diria que, um dia, o sócio do chefe de sua vida passada começaria a chamá-la de cunhada? Hã?? Zhang Yunyi: “Morrendo aqui, família.jpg” [Garota fofa X garoto descolado] Guia de leitura: 1. Literatura de “abraçar a coxa” escrita por uma autora humilde; se não gosta desse tipo, pense duas vezes antes de começar. 2. Após renascer, a protagonista foca nos estudos, carreira e também nos relacionamentos, mas o romance é o principal. Uma comédia romântica docinha para o inverno =w= 3. As cenas íntimas ocorrem apenas depois da maioridade.
De volta à juventude do chefe
The incessant ringing of the alarm clock yanked Zhang Yunyi from her sleep.
Bleary-eyed, she stared up at the top of the mosquito net, wholly unwilling to accept the heavy reality before her. She rolled over, burying her face in the pillow, wanting nothing more than to play ostrich for a little longer.
Her dorm-mates yawned as they got up, bustling about in a well-practiced but orderly way, lining up to wash up. Daijia, the dorm head and eldest among the six girls, noticed Zhang Yunyi still unmoving in bed and, assuming she hadn’t woken yet, came over and called gently, “Zhang Yunyi, wake up, it’s six o’clock.”
Senior year’s early self-study started at six-thirty. Though it was only the beginning of the term and the homeroom teacher might not be strict yet, what if someone got unlucky and was caught being late? At best, a scolding; at worst, standing punishment.
Seconds later, Zhang Yunyi propped herself up with an expression of utter defeat, her hair in wild disarray. “...I’m going to die.”
Daijia, ever the caretaker, found her so adorable at that moment that she reached out to ruffle her hair. “Nonsense. Weren’t you full of energy just yesterday? Come on, don’t waste time, get up.”
The Zhang Yunyi inhabiting this body yesterday had truly been a seventeen-year-old student, with nothing to trouble her but the vexation of unfinished English newspaper assignments.
But now, the soul inside was her twenty-seven-year-old self.
She’d woken up thirsty in the dead of night, and, with her eyes still closed, had tried to get out of b
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