After leaving the hotel, Qu Tianyao sat in a nearby small park, staring blankly. The warm sunlight falling on him offered some small comfort, the sun was more or less the same no matter where you were.
He had arrived in a completely unfamiliar place. Even knowing what kind of person he was supposed to be, this world was still an entirely alien space to him. The only consolation was that he had at least read the script and even memorized it.
Not that it changed the fact that he had no idea what to do now.
“Grrr”
His stomach growled, so he had no choice but to take stock of what he currently possessed: a phone he could unlock, and the original owner’s bag, which contained some makeup touch-up items, an ID card, and bank cards whose PINs he didn’t know.
Staring at the several bank cards in his hand, Qu Tianyao sank into thought.
He knew the original owner came from a well-off family, so there was surely enough money in these accounts for a meal, but money he couldn’t withdraw might as well not exist.
He could only go through the phone again, trying to find some clues, but the original owner apparently had no habit of keeping records. The phone contained nothing but selfies and a few casual games, and nothing else.
The first name in the contacts was “A Haofeng,” followed by the original owner’s family members and some friends’ names, some of which he recognized from the script. But actually calling them for help? He couldn’t bring himself to do it.
By the time the third somewhat ugly cloud drifted overhead, Qu Tianyao finally stood up. With his intelligence, cracking a card’s PIN shouldn’t be hard at all, he had five tries, after all! And worst case, using this face to mooch a meal off someone shouldn’t be difficult either!
After giving his own looks a mental stamp of approval, Qu Tianyao looked up the nearest ATM, picked up his bag, and stood up cheerfully, only for a wave of pain to shoot through his body, his legs buckling and dropping him right back down.
Qu Tianyao: “…” If you’re going to transmigrate me, why not at least wait until I’ve slept it off?
After struggling on the bench for a while and slowly getting to his feet, he dragged himself along following the navigation.
At the end of the day, he’d drunk too much yesterday, and his memory of what happened was extremely hazy. He didn’t even know exactly when he’d transmigrated over. All he vaguely remembered was that Min Haofeng had been particularly… terrible in bed. Sure, the original work said the female lead was his first love, but he really hadn’t expected the man’s skills to be that bad, it had literally pained his drunkenness away.
At least he knew why he’d gone to the bar. But what about Min Haofeng? What exactly had the original owner drugged him with, something that strong, that he couldn’t even tell man from woman?
Though, looking like this, he didn’t really read as a man anyway.
Qu Tianyao sighed at his own reflection in the ATM screen, slid a card in, and hesitated at the PIN entry screen.
He glanced at the birthday on the ID card, entered it as the PIN, and the system prompted: incorrect password.
His hand hovered over the keypad as he hesitated for a long while. If the original owner used some random, patternless password, fine but if not, what password would be most likely?
As he pondered, Min Haofeng’s sour face suddenly flashed through his mind. Come to think of it, the original owner really liked him, didn’t he?