Quick Transmigration: I'm Really Not A Scumbag - Chapter 3

Under the threat of electric shock, Zhou Fan’s original refusal helplessly turned into agreement.

After Chi Hanqing left, he let Feng Ruirui drive the Ferrari into the garage. He did not change the tire, but simply patched it. Swapping an original part for a generic one was something only someone like Chi Hanqing would do. Chi Hanqing might not care about the Ferrari, but Zhou Fan certainly did.

At one in the afternoon, the apprentices began to arrive in small groups. Feng Ruirui had given them a half day off yesterday because of the cold, so everyone was smiling as they greeted her warmly, calling her Sister Ruirui.

Someone noticed the Ferrari parked in the garage and shouted, “Whoa, Sister Ruirui, did you win the lottery?”

Feng Ruirui laughed. “I wish I had won the lottery. That belongs to a guest who just came in.”

The apprentices hummed in realization and gathered around to discuss it animatedly.

“This car is so cool. I wonder which rich person owns it.”

“Since when do we get cars this nice around here?”

Zhou Fan sat behind the counter, listening to their discussion while feeling distracted. The area that had been shocked was still aching with a dull, twitching pain.

Feng Ruirui walked over and patted his shoulder. “Zhou Fan, are you all right? You look like your soul has flown away.”

Zhou Fan snapped back to reality and shook his head. “Just sleepy.”

Feng Ruirui frowned. “Are you feeling unwell? If it is really bad, go back and sleep for two hours. I have things covered here.”

Zhou Fan was preoccupied with that eerie mechanical voice and the so-called Scumbag Transformation System, so he did not decline. He nodded and agreed.

As he left the shop, he heard an apprentice clap their hands and say loudly, “I know! It must belong to the boss coming to develop the resort! I saw things getting busy over there early this morning.”

Zhou Fan closed the shop door and walked toward his rental. So, Chi Hanqing was the resort owner? What kind of fate was this?

The rental house Zhou Fan lived in was only five minutes from the repair shop, located in a rather dilapidated old residential area. Despite being run down, the heating and water pressure were normal. The landlord was a very friendly woman, and the rent was cheap enough to be moving.

Walking into the peeling unit building, there was no elevator, and the red paint on the stair railings had completely faded. Zhou Fan stopped at the door of 402 and took out his keys to open it.

Miaomiao was curled up on the living room sofa watching cartoons. Seeing Zhou Fan return, her eyes lit up. “Brother! Why are you back?”

Zhou Fan walked over and felt her forehead, relieved to confirm she no longer had a fever.

“How are you feeling? Are you still uncomfortable?” Zhou Fan asked.

Miaomiao shook her head and hugged his arm playfully. “Brother, I want to eat the egg noodles you make.”

Zhou Fan rubbed her hair. “Did you not eat lunch?”

Miaomiao said, “I did, but I am not full.”

“Okay, I will make them for you right now.”

In the kitchen, Zhou Fan skillfully cracked an egg with one hand while thinking about the Scumbag Transformation System. Was this thing real or fake? How did he suddenly get bound to it? Scumbag transformation, as the name implied, meant only scumbags would be bound for reform.

Did that mean his level of being a scumbag was already intolerable to heaven? Zhou Fan found it hard to believe.

Once the noodles were cooked, Zhou Fan placed them before Miaomiao. Watching her eat with such relish brought a surge of warmth to his heart.

“Brother, why did you come back so early today?” Miaomiao asked while eating.

Zhou Fan did not mention his headache or the half day off. “The shop was not busy today, so I came back to check on you.”

Miaomiao grinned. “Brother is the best!”

After eating, Miaomiao pestered Zhou Fan to play games with her for a while before finally being satisfied enough to return to bed. She held the armrest of the sofa and carefully climbed into a nearby wheelchair. As the blanket fell away, Zhou Miaomiao’s thin legs were empty below the knees.

Zhou Fan walked behind her, but before he could reach out, Miaomiao shouted, “I don’t need help, Brother! I can do it myself!”

Zhou Fan had to stop and watch as Miaomiao clumsily turned the wheelchair and entered the bedroom. He stepped back and sat on the sofa, which still held a bit of warmth, and closed his weary eyes. His head hurt, and he was miserably tired, yet he could not fall asleep.

After a long while, Zhou Fan opened his eyes and whispered to the empty air, “System.”

There was no response. Zhou Fan suddenly felt like a madman. He ran a hand through his hair and was about to search his phone for anyone in a similar situation when he heard a ding in his head.

[Hello, Host! I am 004. How can I help you?]

Its attitude was quite enthusiastic.

“I,” Zhou Fan thought for a moment and decided to ask the most urgent question. “How do I unbind the system?”

[You can unbind the system after completing the transformation tasks!]

“Can it not be unbound directly? I do not need transformation.”

[That is not possible, Host. The transformation tasks are mandatory.]

Zhou Fan clicked his tongue. This system sounded far too much like an AI. Not only that, but it sounded like it had worked on an e-commerce platform; it was awkward to listen to.

“Fine. You say I am a scumbag, I accept it. You want me to change and become a new person, I accept that too.” Zhou Fan tried to reason with the thing that clearly lacked human touch. “But you do not have to force me to go back to my ex. That man today is my former partner. You shock me just because I want to clear things up with him? Is that how it works?”

[The system detected that the Host’s actions belonged to a type of scumbag behavior, so the system used an electric shock as a warning.]

“Damn it.” Zhou Fan leaned back. How was he supposed to live like this?

After resting on the sofa with his eyes closed for half an hour, Zhou Fan got up at three. Feng Ruirui’s repair shop was small with few employees. Counting him, there were only three regular staff members, while the others were vocational students doing internships. Today, the other two senior mechanics were off, so if he did not go back, Feng Ruirui would certainly be overwhelmed.

Zhou Fan went into the bathroom to wash his face and looked in the mirror. The man in the mirror was still handsome, but he was covered in a heavy gloom. His expression was haggard, and his work clothes were washed out, showing no trace of his former spirited self. Zhou Fan laughed at himself mockingly.

The sun came out in the afternoon, so it was not as cold as the morning. When he arrived at the shop, Feng Ruirui was crouching on the ground helping a guest change the battery of an electric scooter. Seeing him, she waved. “Zhou Fan, you came just in time. Come help this guest; he says there is a problem with the wipers.”

Zhou Fan put his hands in his pockets and walked over to look at the windshield, then at the owner. He was a boy who looked barely eighteen, wearing a black and white baseball cap backward. He was also sizing Zhou Fan up.

“New car, right?” Zhou Fan said. “A birthday gift from your family?”

The boy was surprised. “Yeah, how did you figure that out?”

Zhou Fan did not speak. He reached out and pulled the packaging strips from under the wipers.

“There,” Zhou Fan said. “Get in and try it. It should be fine now.”

The boy froze for a second, then laughed. “Man, the packaging wasn’t even removed. Thank you so much. How much do I owe you?”

Zhou Fan remained silent.

“No charge!” Feng Ruirui finished changing the battery and stood up with a smile. “Just remember to choose us the next time your car actually has a problem!”

The boy thanked her again, fumbled in his jacket pocket, took out his phone, and approached Zhou Fan.

“Hey,” the boy whispered. “Can I get your phone number?”