Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

"He looks like a ghost. Is he out of his mind?"

There were people talking in the darkness on the left.

"He's probably mentally ill, let's not play with him."

Someone responded from the darkness on the right.

"Just seeing him brings bad luck, he's a jinx!"

There are people making accusations from behind the scenes, out of sight.

"I'm going to teach him a lesson. It's been a long time since I hit someone. Hehe."

Someone is walking towards us.

"Thump, thump, thump, thump..." The huge footsteps grew closer and closer, and the person grew taller and taller until he turned into a mountain that blocked out all the light.

The ground beneath his feet swayed left and right as he walked.

Darkness spread around them, and countless voices and malicious laughter came from all directions, attacking Qin Baobao's mind.

Qin Baobao felt incredibly oppressed, so oppressed it was suffocating. It was as if countless malicious eyes were staring at her from the darkness, waiting for her to make a fool of herself, waiting to drag her into the darkness.

The towering, monstrous human before her grinned maliciously and extended his demonic claws. "Die!"

Qin Baobao's heart was gripped tightly by the large hand of fear. Powerless to struggle, she could only watch as the large hand, like a prayer mat, fell heavily upon her.

Since transmigrating, Qin Baobao had never encountered anything so strange, nor had she ever felt so powerless. She could only watch as the giant hand fell, darkness descended, and all light vanished from her life.

"Snapped"

Something hit Qin Baobao on the forehead, and she felt a sharp pain. She jumped up and broke free from the giant's hold.

I looked up suddenly and met a pair of sharp eyes.

"Didn't you sleep well last night? Do you want to go home and sleep?" The tone clearly didn't mean he wanted her to go home and sleep.

Qin Baobao opened her sleepy eyes and looked around. A blackboard, desks, innocent elementary school students, and bright sunlight streaming in through the windows, casting distorted images in the classroom. The expressionless female teacher stared straight at her.

So this is reality.

I raised my hand to touch my forehead and felt a little white chalk dust. The culprit was still lying on the table.

"Stand still and listen carefully." The female teacher reluctantly withdrew her gaze, seemingly already used to the other person's taciturnity, opened her textbook, and began to continue the lesson.

A cryptic laugh came from behind her, full of malice. Qin Baobao turned around and saw a chubby boy glaring at her with a mocking smile.

Qin Baobao felt a subconscious fear; it was the demon she had been unable to defeat in her dream. The original owner must have suffered greatly at its hands, which was why she couldn't find peace even in her dreams.

Qin Baobao gently clenched her fist.

I'll let bygones be bygones for the original owner's past mistreatment; I hope you won't provoke me. Otherwise, I'll settle both old and new scores, and I'll beat you so badly your parents won't recognize you.

But will you just give up?

Qin Baobao slightly curled the corners of her mouth.

Obviously not.

As the teacher began lecturing, flipping through the textbook, Qin Baobao silently yawned. Sleepiness washed over her; she wanted to sleep again. What on earth had the original owner done last night? She was so sleepy; she felt like she could fall asleep standing up.

Look at the yellowing sycamore trees outside the window, no wonder. Spring drowsiness and autumn fatigue are common, and the original owner was still growing, so it's normal for him to be sleepy.

Qin Baobao yawned again, and physiological tears flowed involuntarily.

Blink and force the tears back.

As she casually opened the book, the original owner's name brought Qin Baobao's muddled mind to a momentary clarity.

"Mu Bai?"

Male? Female?

Looking down at her flat chest, she realized she was still young and the features weren't very noticeable.

under……?

Qin Baobao forcibly controlled her hands.

Standing out from the crowd, doing this in public... seems a bit sleazy.

Qin Baobao casually put her hands in her pockets, and using her oversized school uniform as cover, she casually swung her arm...

Fortunately, nothing extra came out.

This is a normal world, not some ancient fantasy world where you don't need to eat, drink, or relieve yourself. If something really offensive were to appear, Qin Baobao felt she would collapse.

Psychologically, she is still a delicate fairy and would never allow her body to become strange.

Qin Baobao lowered her head and, under the guise of reading, began to flip through the script.

The little system wasn't there; it left a note saying it was going to visit a friend.

Was it intentional? Or unintentional? The little system is so stupid, it couldn't have been intentional, right?

Qin Baobao was extremely annoyed at not being able to beat up the little system. Bored out of her mind, she could only go out and do some quests.

Looking back, the chubby kid has so much meat on him, he should be pretty tough.

Qin Baobao felt no shame for bullying elementary school students because he was an elementary school student himself. It's perfectly normal for elementary school students to fight each other.

The chubby boy sitting in the back suddenly shuddered, feeling as if he were being watched by a wild beast.

I looked around; everything seemed normal. The boy in front of me was secretly reading an extracurricular book; the blond-haired guy was scratching words on his arm with a knife—it looked painful; and my deskmate was secretly eating snacks again…

Damn it, why didn't you invite me to eat snacks? This heartless guy, when have I ever eaten snacks without inviting him?

That's so unfair!

The chubby boy immediately forgot his earlier fear and launched into a snack-hunting battle with his deskmate. He snatched a few snacks and immediately stuffed them into his mouth. Mmm, not bad! Soft and chewy, leaving a lingering fragrance, making you want to eat more.

A slight sound came from nearby, but the teacher merely glanced at it and ignored it, seemingly out of habit.

I glanced at the student standing there; he was intently studying his textbook. Good, there's still hope!

Qin Baobao stood at her seat for the entire class, until her legs went numb. As soon as get out of class ended, she plopped down on her chair. That's the downside of being lazy; when you're not feeling energetic, you're prone to being lazy.

The chubby boy and his deskmate went to the school store, pulling and tugging at each other, too busy to bother her.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and Qin Baobao wanted to drop out of school and stay home again.

However, it's just a thought.

The original owner was still a child, with her own life path to walk. Because of a mission, she had ruined a promising young life for the nation; Qin Baobao's conscience was troubled.

Stepping on a fallen sycamore leaf, Qin Baobao reached out and touched her non-existent conscience, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"How kind of me! I have time to feel sorry for others."

Muttering to herself, Qin Baobao turned into the women's restroom.

The toilet was not very clean; as soon as you entered, a pungent smell hit you, making it hard to open your eyes.

After quickly relieving herself, Qin Baobao rushed out of the toilet. She washed herself repeatedly at the sink, but still felt unclean, the lingering fragrance of the toilet lingering in her body.

The preparatory bell rang, and Qin Baobao had to rush to the classroom.

She strolled leisurely to the classroom door and stepped inside just in time. The noisy classroom suddenly fell silent. Under the gaze of over 50 pairs of eyes, Qin Baobao only paused slightly. Then, amidst everyone's strange looks, she nonchalantly returned to her seat. She sat down, took out her book and pen, and waited for the teacher to begin the lesson.

"Damn! What the hell!" Only the chubby boy in the back suddenly said this, and no one else made a sound because the teacher arrived right on time.

The atmosphere in this class was unusually strange. Every time the teacher turned around, several notes would flutter around the classroom. Students would frequently turn to look at her; from the beginning of the class until now, everyone had noticed something was amiss. When someone looked over again, Qin Baobao coldly returned their gaze.

He was a little boy with big eyes and a round face; he looked very well-behaved.

Her eyes were full of surprise, doubt, and disdain. When Qin Baobao looked over, she panicked for a moment. She gave her an awkward smile, as if she'd been caught red-handed, but then, as if remembering something, she suddenly stopped smiling, glared at Qin Baobao, and turned away angrily.