Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

Shen Ruyin was very worried because the plot had been changed, and she couldn't verify whether the changes that happened to Zhao Manrou were good or bad based on the plot.

She has only recently regained her memories. Although she can vaguely make out some things, she is still unable to use some spells that require a long period of practice.

Just like the Qi Observation Technique, she could only see that Zhao Manrou had a relatively heavy Yin Qi, but she couldn't tell where the Yin Qi came from or whether it was good or bad for her.

To see more, you need to take good care of your eyes. When they are well-cared for, you will naturally be able to see more and more details.

The homeroom teacher brought in breakfast, watched Zhao Manrou eat, and then urged Shen Ruyin to go back to her morning reading session.

Shen Ruyin had no choice but to get up. Before leaving, she made a point of asking, "Teacher, is Zhao Manrou going to go down to do the exercises later? It seems to be sunny today, will it make her feel better if she gets some sun?"

The homeroom teacher thought for a moment and said, "You can sunbathe. Zhao Manrou, you can rest in the infirmary for a while. Come to the playground after the second period. You don't need to do exercises then, just sunbathe with me."

After hearing her homeroom teacher's decision, Shen Ruyin returned to the classroom with peace of mind.

As soon as Shen Ruyin entered the classroom, she felt a chill.

This chilling feeling was even stronger than when Zhao Manrou was in the classroom earlier.

Shen Ruyin frowned and looked up, only to suddenly see a young and handsome man standing by Zhao Manrou's table, his head down, seemingly lost in thought.

Following the direction he was looking, Shen Ruyin glanced at him.

Zhao Manrou's schoolbag was right there.

"Shen Ruyin, you're back," a classmate who was close to them asked, hiding behind a book. "How is Zhao Manrou? Is she alright?"

“It’s nothing,” Shen Ruyin said, ignoring her classmates and the man who suddenly stared intently at her whenever he heard the name Zhao Manrou. No, it should be called the male ghost’s gaze. “The school doctor said that Zhao Manrou probably didn’t rest well yesterday and had a slight hypoglycemic reaction because she didn’t eat breakfast. She’ll be fine after resting for a while.”

"When I left, my teacher had just brought her breakfast back."

Knowing that Zhao Manrou was alright, the students breathed a sigh of relief and started joking, "Our teacher's wallet has been emptied this time, this is enough for breakfast!"

"When the old teacher comes back later, everyone who sees him will get a share?"

Some people responded positively, while others disagreed.

The classroom suddenly became noisy, and the class monitor had to step in to maintain order: "Zhao Manrou is having a hypoglycemic episode. What are you all doing? Tell the teacher if you're planning to sell swords?"

"Ouch!" The boy who had initially offered the suggestion clutched his chest and fell backward as if he had been shot with an arrow. "Class monitor, why are you so sharp-tongued? Can't you be a little more ladylike?"

"I'd like to," the class monitor rolled his eyes and said irritably, "hurry up and start morning reading, or I'll start quizzing you!"

When the male student heard about the recitation test and was about to say a few more words, the student behind him hit him on the head with a book.

The male student turned around and saw that the student behind him was struggling to keep the pile of books he had been using as a pillow from falling apart. He quickly helped tidy up the books and said with a grin, "My bad, my bad, please forgive me, group leader."

The student behind him couldn't do anything about it: "Go read your book."

"okay!"

Shen Ruyin glanced at the boy, then at the girl sitting behind him, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Seeing that Shen Ruyin seemed lost in thought, her classmate next to her gently tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "You figured it out?"

Shen Ruyin was somewhat surprised: "You already knew?"

“That’s right,” her deskmate said. “They’re so obvious. They don’t listen to anyone but their group leader. Do you really believe they’re afraid their group leader will make them recite or copy words as punishment?”

"The teacher has punished him so many times, but it hasn't had any effect."

Shen Ruyin gave her deskmate a thumbs up.

In just a few words, morning reading ended, and the teacher for the first class walked in as the bell rang.

Shen Ruyin then realized that the male ghost who had been standing next to Zhao Manrou's desk had disappeared at some point, and the yin energy in the classroom had also dropped sharply.

The students finally stopped feeling cold.

Shen Ruyin didn't have time to think about the male ghost right now. She had to keep up with the teacher's pace. The review lessons were going very fast, and if she didn't listen for a while, she would fall behind.

At times like this, relying solely on a solid foundation isn't very effective. Following the steps and learning diligently is the right approach, since her goal isn't just to pass, but to get as high a score as possible and get into a good school.

During the break between the second and third periods, when Shen Ruyin and the others came down, Zhao Manrou was already standing next to their teacher.

Perhaps because she had eaten breakfast and sunbathed for a while, the yin energy on her body was not so heavy, and Zhao Manrou's complexion improved a lot.

At least her fingertips had regained their normal rosy color, instead of the slightly cyanotic purple.

After finishing the exercises, everyone dispersed and Shen Ruyin walked over to Zhao Manrou.

"Xiaoman, do you need to go to the school clinic later?"

“No need,” Zhao Manrou said. “I’ve already told the teacher, and I’ll go back to the classroom in a bit.”

"I missed two classes, and I don't even know how much I've fallen behind."

“It’s alright,” Shen Ruyin said. “I remember everything. We’ll find a place after lunch and during our nap, and I’ll tell you about it.”

"Okay, thank you, Yinyin," Zhao Manrou said, taking her hand. "What would I do without you!"

"Don't try to sweet-talk me, I'm not falling for that," Shen Ruyin said, but a smile played on her lips.

Zhao Manrou returned to her seat and picked up her schoolbag. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she took out a familiar bottle-shaped necklace from the side pocket of her schoolbag.

Shen Ruyin noticed this and walked closer, saying, "Xiaoman, isn't this the family heirloom you always wear around your neck? Why did you take it off?"

"You didn't leave it in the classroom the whole time, did you? What if it got lost?"

Zhao Manrou didn't have time to hide the item again, so she could only pretend to be calm and say, "I didn't want to, but the string suddenly broke, so I had to put it in my backpack. Otherwise, it would be easier for it to get lost if I kept it on my person."

“That’s true,” Shen Ruyin said, holding out her hand. “Let me see. I’ll try to tie a sturdier knot so you can wear it around your neck. We can get someone to replace it when we get home.”

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Manrou chose to show Shen Ruyin the broken joint where she was holding the pendant.

"I have no idea how it broke off from there."

It's not just Zhao Manrou who can't understand it; anyone in her shoes probably wouldn't be able to figure it out either.

The pendant she wore was made of a rather thick jade thread, which was strong enough on its own. It must have been quite difficult for it to break like this.

"Let me see your neck," Shen Ruyin said, and immediately flipped up Zhao Manrou's collar. Sure enough, she saw a red mark on the back of her neck where it was covered by her hair.

"Ouch," Zhao Manrou said, "it hurts a little."

“It’s bound to hurt,” Zhao Manrou’s deskmate overheard their conversation and came over to take a look. “Zhao Manrou, you have a rope-like bruise around your neck. It would be strange if it didn’t hurt.”

"Did someone try to steal your pendant and tear it off?"

“No,” Zhao Manrou said. “If you two hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have even felt any pain.”

As Zhao Manrou spoke, she touched it herself: "Now I can feel it, it really hurts."

Zhao Manrou's deskmate's face was full of speechlessness.

"You don't even know if you're in pain yourself; you only find out when someone tells you."

"Wait a minute, don't tell me that you're like those characters in TV dramas, your sense of pain has been blocked, and you only discover the reality of the world when others point it out to you, right?"