Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

"roll!"

Pan Yang looked at the man in the wheelchair in front of him, blinked, and thought, "This guy actually told me to get lost! What kind of person is he that he would tell this big shot to get lost?"

“Teach me.” Pan Yang leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked at the clothes on this person, which seemed to be high-end, while the original owner’s clothes were cheap.

Pan Yang looked around at the surroundings again. It was a house that the original owner couldn't afford, but he couldn't back down.

The man stared coldly at Fan Yang, his eyes slightly red, and grabbed the nearest cup, smashing it on the ground: "I told you to get lost! I don't need your care. Leave right now!"

"Tsk." Fan Yang's eyes darkened; no one had ever dared to speak to him like that before.

001: "Host, please calm down. A hidden character has been detected: Fang Zhou Yang."

Pan Yang fell silent, looked around, and saw only the man in the wheelchair and himself. That wheelchair must be Fang Zhouyang.

001 was speechless: "Host, don't deceive yourself!"

Pan Yang sighed. He hadn't even caught up with the plot yet. Looking at Fang Zhouyang, who was still furious, he shrugged and said, "Then I'll just say I need you."

"What?" Fang Zhouyang was stunned for a second. He had never heard anyone say that they needed him. Since he became disabled, almost everyone had been feeling sorry for him.

“I said, since you don’t need me to take care of you, then I’ll just pretend I need you,” Huan Yang repeated patiently.

Fang Zhouyang stared at him, trying to discern other emotions from his face, but there was no mockery, no regret, no disgust. He simply looked at him calmly. Although the man's face was not smiling, he sensed a hint of helpless doting in his eyes. It was strange.

Thinking of this, his ears turned slightly red, and after a long while, he managed to choke out, "I'm going to the restroom. You'd better think about it some more."

Before Fan Yang could answer, he turned his wheelchair and went to the toilet on the first floor.

001: "Teleporting to the storyline."

The original owner's name was Ye Panyang. His family was from the countryside and had no money. He was admitted to university but had to give it up because he didn't have the money. In the end, one of his parents died of illness and the other took medicine himself because he was afraid of being a burden.

Pan Yang was also pitiful, but one day he saw a job posting for a nanny, which was basically to take care of his daily life and provide accommodation. He thought it would be difficult and he would just give it a try. Unexpectedly, he was hired directly and then sent here to take care of Fang Zhou Yang.

This shocked Huan Yang. Fang Zhouyang was a nationally renowned pianist, but unfortunately, he lost both legs in a car accident. It was a pity that the original owner of the body only lasted a few days before passing away, simply because Fang Zhouyang kept throwing tantrums and trying to drive the original owner away. Then, the Fang family also came to visit, and the whole house felt oppressive.

After leaving, he worked hard, but one day he got into a car accident while walking on the street.

Task: I hope to live a happy life.

Pan Yang clapped and cheered. He was very happy. The mission was accomplished, perfect.

Suddenly, a crashing sound came from the restroom. Without thinking, Pan Yang ran over and saw the wheelchair lying on the ground, and Fang Zhouyang lying on the ground as well, his arm red from the fall.

Pan Yang straightened the wheelchair and, without saying a word, picked him up from the ground and placed him in the wheelchair. He frowned slightly as he looked at Pan Yang's reddened arm: "Does it hurt?"

Fang Zhouyang felt a little awkward and didn't look at him: "I'm fine." He could manage on his own before, but he didn't expect to fall suddenly today. However, it had been so quiet outside that he thought the person had already left, just like the people his father had found before, who left without hesitation.

Pan Yang didn't argue with him. After looking him over and finding nothing else, he pushed him into the living room and asked, "Where's the first-aid kit?"

"I told you I'm fine." Fang Zhouyang was a little irritated, raising his voice slightly, then looked at Huan Yang's next move with some unease.

Pan Yang walked around the living room, rummaged through the cabinet, pulled out a first-aid kit, took out some liniment, walked up to him, grabbed his arm, and poured the medicine on him.

The spot where I fell is already turning blue; it's a bit scary.

Pan Yang gently rubbed the bruises, then put the medicine back. He glanced at Fang Zhouyang and said bluntly, "If you're okay, why are you still bruised?"

Fang Zhouyang snorted coldly: "If you're after money, you don't need to endure this. You can leave now and I'll still give you the money." It's not that no one has tried to endure and do their best at the beginning, but unfortunately, none of them lasted a month before he drove them away.

“I’m different from them.” Fan Yang took out a bracelet from his pocket and put it directly on Fang Zhouyang’s wrist: “They want money, I want you.” His words were as direct as they could possibly be.

Fang Zhouyang looked at Fan Yang in disbelief, then snorted coldly, "Whatever."

He glanced at the bracelet on his wrist again: "What are you giving me this for?"

"A token of our love, an heirloom," Pan Yang replied without hesitation, glancing at the time—it was almost noon. "Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?"

"fish."

“Okay.” Pan Yang nodded and went into the kitchen.

An hour later, Fang Zhouyang stared at the beef rice bowl on the table and fell into a daze. Then he looked at Pan Yang, who was eating happily, and said with some displeasure, "I said I wanted to eat fish."

Pan Yang nodded: "Go ahead and think about it. I'm not stopping you from thinking about it. Sweetie, if there's no fish, we'll eat beef."

"..." Fang Zhouyang looked at the somewhat tempting beef and finally chose to compromise.

After finishing his meal, Pan Yang looked at Fang Zhouyang's daily routine, which was almost precise down to the second, including what time he got up, what time he ate, what time he did what, and what time he got a massage. Pan Yang felt a headache coming on. He desperately needed to switch identities with Fang Zhouyang.

Fang Zhouyang naturally saw his expression, snorted coldly, and said in an unfriendly tone: "If you find it troublesome, you can still leave now."

"Oh." Pan Yang stood up and left the house.

The house fell silent for a moment. Fang Zhouyang stared at the doorway, motionless, for a long time before turning his wheelchair and leaving the spot.

See? They're all the same. They casually spout nonsense when they first meet, but can't hide their disgust and annoyance. They'll leave without hesitation, saying they can't leave you. They're just saying nice things.

Thinking of this, he tore off the necklace from his wrist and threw it on the ground. Seemingly not satisfied, he picked up something from the table and smashed it on the ground.

Just then, a voice came from the doorway, and Pan Yang walked in carrying large and small bags. He gasped when he saw the mess on the floor. He really wanted to change to another dimension. How could Fang Zhou Yang be even more troublesome than the Yi Clan?

He sighed, put the things he bought into the kitchen, took out a broom to clean the floor, and picked up the discarded bracelet and put it back on Fang Zhouyang's wrist.

"If you don't like it, I'll change the color for you." After tidying up, Pan Yang sat down on the sofa.

"Didn't you leave?"

"If I leave, I can't come back?"

"..." Fang Zhouyang didn't dare to look at him, lowering her eyes and looking dejected: "I thought you weren't coming back."

“Fang Zhouyang, they are them and I am me.” Pan Yang moved from the sofa to his side, squatted down to look Zhouyang in the eye: “I will not leave. I came here for you.”

For some reason, Huan Yang's words reassured him, and he believed them... even though it was their first meeting...