Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

Clutching the last remaining disk in my hand, I hurried back to my dormitory.

My heart felt like it was being weighed down by a heavy stone.

The man in black, the mysterious symbol, and the terrified expression on "Sir's" face...

All of this is like an invisible net, tightly surrounding me.

Back in my dorm, I immediately copied the data from the hard drive to another blank hard drive and then hid the original in a secret place.

After doing all that, I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.

I must figure out the true purpose of the "Tianyuan" organization, and what connection they have with my past life.

For the next few days, I felt like someone was watching me from the shadows.

Walking on campus, I can always feel a gaze behind me, sticky and cold.

Looking back, however, nothing could be found.

This feeling made me very uncomfortable, like being stared at by a venomous snake, it was terrifying.

What chilled me to the bone was that the attitudes of my classmates had also subtly changed.

Several girls who used to be close to me have started to distance themselves from me, intentionally or unintentionally.

Even classmates who used to greet me would start ignoring me.

I know that Lu Zhan must be behind this.

He was like a rat in a sewer, hiding in the shadows, using all sorts of despicable means to take revenge on me.

This feeling of isolation and helplessness makes me a little sad.

In my past life, I focused solely on my studies and neglected the people and things around me.

Having been reborn, I wanted to cherish the people around me, but I never expected to fall into such a predicament.

In the evening, I walked alone on my way back to the dormitory.

As the sun sets, it casts long shadows from the trees on campus.

Suddenly, I felt someone approaching from behind.

I turned around abruptly, but only saw a fleeting black shadow.

"Who?" I shouted sharply.

No one answered.

Only the rustling of leaves in the wind sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet campus.

I gripped the strap of my backpack tightly and quickened my pace.

My heart was pounding, and a sense of foreboding washed over me.

Just then, a deep voice came from behind me: "Miao Qing, someone is looking for you..."

I turned around abruptly and saw a burly man with a face full of scars blocking my way.

It was Yang Yong, Lu Zhan's henchman, a notorious troublemaker at school.

He grinned maliciously, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light, looking like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.

“Someone asked me to pass on a message to you,” he said gruffly, approaching me step by step, “Don’t meddle in other people’s business, or else…” He waved his fist, the threat obvious.

I sneered inwardly. Is this all Lu Zhan is capable of?

Is this the kind of scum you're going to use to scare me? You managed to get bailed out of the police station this time; I hope you're just as lucky next time!

On the surface, I remained calm, but secretly I took out a small bottle of medicine powder from my spatial storage.

Just as Yang Yong was about to get close to me, I suddenly raised my hand and sprinkled the powder on his face.

"Ah!" Yang Yong screamed in pain, covering his face, and staggered backward.

He rolled on the ground in agony, groaning incoherently.

Looking at his suffering, I felt no pity whatsoever.

“Go back and tell Lu Zhan,” I said coldly, “this is just the beginning.” With that, I left without looking back.

As I reached the corner, I vaguely heard Yang Yong say with difficulty, "...Impossible...What is this..."

I returned to my dorm, still feeling unsettled.

Yang Yong is just a small fry; teaching him a lesson won't solve anything.

The real threat lies with the force behind Lu Zhan.

I can no longer stand idly by and take the beating; I must take the initiative and find out exactly who they are.

The next day, I went to the library, trying to find some clues.

I went through a lot of newspapers and magazines, hoping to find some reports about the "Tianyuan" organization, but to no avail.

The library was quiet, with only the sound of turning pages and faint footsteps in the distance.

This silence made me feel inexplicably oppressed, as if the air itself was filled with the smell of a conspiracy.

I feel like I've fallen into a giant maze, unable to find the exit or see any direction.

I started looking up information related to the Lu Zhan family, hoping to find some clues.

However, I found that a lot of the information was incomplete, and some key information seemed to have been deliberately erased.

I even suspect that the materials in the library have been tampered with.

This feeling made me even more uneasy, as if an invisible eye was secretly watching my every move.

Time passed by, but I still hadn't gained anything.

A feeling of frustration began to spread. I felt like I was drifting in a vast ocean, unable to find my direction or see any hope.

Are we just going to give up like this?

No, I am not reconciled!

Just when I was about to give up, I accidentally stumbled upon an old magazine.

The magazine cover was yellowed, with a few blurry words printed on it: "The Rise of the Lu Group, a Business Tycoon".

A thought suddenly struck me: Isn't Lu Zhan's family the Lu Group?

Is it...

I opened the magazine and quickly browsed through its contents.

Suddenly, a passage caught my attention: "Lu Zhenhua, the founder of the Lu Group, once collaborated with a mysterious businessman to co-found a company called 'Yuan'..."

"deep"?

This word gave me a jolt.

Could the "Tianyuan" organization be connected to the Lu Group?

Just as I was about to read on carefully, suddenly, a hand landed on my shoulder.

"Miao Qing, it's been a long time..." A familiar voice rang in my ears.

I turned around abruptly and saw Lu Zhan standing behind me with a sinister smile on his face.

He spoke slowly, a hint of threat in his voice: "It seems you're quite interested in my affairs..." He paused, his gaze growing even more sinister, "Some things, knowing too much about them, isn't necessarily a good thing for you..."

His words made my heart tighten, and a chill ran up my spine.

I forced myself to remain calm, closed the magazine, and looked at him coldly: "Lu Zhan, what exactly do you want?" He smiled contemptuously: "What do I want? I just want to remind you that there are some things you shouldn't know, so don't go into them." Although his tone was gentle, it carried an undeniable sense of intimidation.

I took a deep breath and tried to control my fear.

I know that Lu Zhan has powerful backing, and I can't confront him head-on.

I need to find more evidence to expose their true colors.

That evening, I received a call from Gong Lin. "Qingqing," his voice was deep and powerful, "I've found some clues that might be related to a business group called 'Tiancheng Group'." Tiancheng Group?

I feel like I've heard this name somewhere before...

I tried hard to recall, and suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind.

I once heard my father mention that Tiancheng Group is one of the largest commercial groups in the city, with strong financial resources and a complex background.

Is it...

“Qingqing,” Gong Lin’s voice came again, “I suspect that Tiancheng Group has a suspicious connection with some projects at the school. Be careful, I will continue to investigate.” His words gave me a jolt.

School projects?

I suddenly remembered that a few days ago the school announced that it would be collaborating with a company to develop a new research project.

And this company seems to be Tiancheng Group...

Could it be that the power behind Lu Zhan's family is Tiancheng Group?

I rushed back to my dorm, turned on my computer, and started searching for information about the cooperation projects between Tiancheng Group and the school.

Sure enough, I discovered some clues.

The source of funding for this project is unclear, and the person in charge of the project seems to be quite familiar with Lu Zhan's father...

A surge of joy welled up within me; it seemed I was getting closer and closer to the truth.

However, I do not yet have enough evidence to confirm my speculation.

I must be more careful, otherwise, if I alert them, they might turn around and bite me.

As I was pondering my next move, there was a knock on the dormitory door.

"Knock knock knock..." The knocking was urgent and forceful, as if carrying a hint of anxiety.

who is it?

My heart tightened, and an ominous premonition welled up inside me.

I walked to the door, took a deep breath, and slowly opened it...

Standing outside the door is...

The librarian, looking flustered, handed me a trembling piece of paper, saying, "Miao...Miao, this...someone asked me to give this to you..."