As the neon lights flickered on, the night in the city remained bustling. Inside the bars at the city center, the vibrant nightlife of paper confetti and flashy gold had just begun.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of the commercial area, the neighboring residential community seemed somewhat quiet, with a sense of finding tranquility amidst the chaos.

There are very few residents in the neighborhood, with only a few flickering lights. It is said that there have been fatalities here before, so nobody dares to live here.

In the small attic room on the top floor, the young man was sitting leisurely with his legs crossed in front of the computer.

"Ah... I'm getting tired of reading male-oriented novels. I wonder what female-oriented novels are like. Girls should all like arrogant and domineering types rather than falling for someone like me..." Han Tong slid the mouse and clicked on the campus category.

"Woc, the Devil Campus Hunk's Sweetheart? Is this some kind of absurdity circulating in the online literature community?" Han Tong scoffed, wondering what on earth goes through the minds of girls. They can even create such illogical things like this.

"That's it!" Han Tong rolled his eyes and clicked on the reading button, looking bored.

Approaching midnight, Han Tong finally finished reading the entire book, feeling somewhat overwhelmed.

What kind of plot is this? How could an ordinary-looking female protagonist, who has no power or influence at home, be envied by a tall and beautiful white rich girl? What is there to be jealous of?

After attempting to suppress the small flame of anger in their heart several times and failing, they couldn't bear it any longer and viciously vented a few remarks in the comment section.

"Damn, if I have this much time, I might as well watch some AV and jerk off. What a waste of time," Han Tong shook his head in annoyance and prepared to go downstairs to buy some late-night snacks.

He is an orphan, being adopted by an orphanage since he was young. It was only earlier this year that he moved out on his own and rented a house. Although the public safety in this area is not good, it is close to the commercial district, and the rent is cheap, so he decided to stay here.

Walking downstairs, there were no streetlights in the residential area. The entire road was pitch black. Han Tong couldn't help but feel a little anxious, thinking it would be better to quickly finish shopping and go back.

I heard that there was once a murder at this corner, but this is the route that must be taken to the convenience store. Besides, that incident happened a long time ago, so there shouldn't be any problem, right? With these thoughts in mind, Han Tong quickened his pace, ready to rush out.

However, just as Han Tong was about to take his first step, he suddenly felt a sharp blow to the head.

Han Tonglin shouted desperately before falling down, "I fuck your grandpa!" What kind of luck is this? It's even more accurate than winning the lottery, right?!!

Consciousness gradually dissipated, and when I opened my eyes again, I saw a slightly yellowed ceiling above me. Han Tong sat up abruptly, looking at his own hands incredulously. No way! He actually didn't die?! Overwhelmed with excitement, Han Tong excitedly felt his body, fortunately, it was intact. Wait a minute! Han Tong seemed to have thought of something, immediately pulled down his pants and saw that his little buddy was still alive and kicking. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness his precious was still there, but why did it suddenly feel a bit smaller?

"Young Master Tong, you're finally awake. Aunt Zhang was so worried!" Just as Han Tong was pondering where he was, a voice interrupted his train of thought. He lifted his head and found an aunt in her fifties looking at him with a concerned expression on her face.

"Who are you... may I ask?" Han Tong looked completely confused. Who was this person? And who was calling him young master? Are we still in a feudal society?

"Master, Master, don't you remember me? I am Aunt Zhang! I have watched you grow up since you were little!" Aunt Zhang looked at Han Tong with a hint of panic. Could it be that Missy's push damaged his brain?"

"Ah... I remember, I remember. How could I forget?" Han Tong awkwardly chuckled. Maybe it's just his senile grandmother mistaking relatives. Where could he, an orphan, have an aunt?"

"Ah, it's all because Miss Suya was too careless and accidentally pushed you down the stairs." Aunt Zhang sighed, her eyes welling up with tears. Young Master Han has always had a hard life, and now with such a fall, I'm afraid his brain won't function properly anymore. What will become of his future days?"

Huh? Su Ya? This name sounds familiar... Pushed down from the stairs? What the hell, wasn't she hit with a stick before? How did it turn into being pushed down from the stairs again?

"Um, Auntie, what is the full name of that 'Su Ya' you mentioned?" Han Tong faintly sensed that something was amiss and asked tentatively. Hopefully, it wasn't what he was thinking because that would be too far-fetched and completely unscientific.

It's your half-sister, Miss Han Suya from the Han family." Zhang Yi said with a puzzled expression.

Han Tong felt as if a thunderbolt had struck down from the sky, hitting him directly on the head.

Won the lottery?!

"Is she the heiress of the Han Group? She should be attending the Sakuran Academy now," Han Tong asked persistently, unwilling to give up.

"Yes, that's right. The young miss does indeed go there to attend school. By the way, sir, aren't you also going with her?" Aunt Zhang said without noticing Han Tong's stiffness.

Han Tong at this moment only wanted to take a piece of tofu and smash it against the wall. Damn it, he could handle the whole time travel scenario, but he had to end up in a cheesy Mary Sue campus romance. How incredibly lucky, right?