Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One - A Sober Fall

Tu Mi discovered that more than half of the people had returned. She was surprised to find that Lan Yin was so capable that more than half of the secretariat staff were now under her command.

As soon as Lan Yin entered, she spotted Tu Mi and walked straight toward her, the sound of her leather boots clicking on the ground.

Lan Yin stopped in front of Tu Mi's table. "Junior Tu."

Tu Mi's eyes had been fixed on Lan Yin ever since she entered the room.

"Senior Lan, you're back." Tu Mi smiled at Lan Yin, her eyes glancing casually around. Everyone who had returned with Lan Yin kept their heads down and went about their own business, with no one looking at them with any gossip.

"Junior Tu, I heard you wanted to see me." As she spoke, Lan Yin, still wearing her gloves, placed her hands on Tu Mi's table and leaned forward.

Tu Mi sat up straight, trying to get closer to Lan Yin, and lowered her voice, "Grandpa Jin, it's your 70th birthday..."

He added, "Ye Tianzhu's actions not only humiliated the Yue family, but also served as a subtle warning to Yue Wuque if he hadn't disappeared. It was truly killing two birds with one stone, but..."

Lan Yin continued, "However, in order to keep the two in check, we can also take this opportunity to thwart Ye Tianzhu and implicate the Ye family."

Tu Mi stared directly into Lan Yin's emotionless eyes. "So... what should we do?"

Lan Yin lowered her eyelashes and reached out her gloved hand toward Tu Mi. Because of this action, the two were closer, though one was higher than the other.

A cool female voice reached Tu Mi's ears, "The Ye family patriarch has no shortage of scandalous affairs and romantic escapades, but he certainly has plenty of children."

Tu Mi paused for a moment, then immediately understood. She reached out and took off the white gloves from Lan Yin's hands, then curled her lips into a smile, "Internal strife, external collapse."

Lan Yin straightened up, her face expressionless, and said calmly, "Smart, well done."

Tu Mi glanced at the doorway and smiled apologetically at Lan Yin: "It's nothing, it's nothing."

Huang Yi, who happened to return at that moment, initially thought there was something fishy about Lan Yin and Tu Mi being so close. But when she got a little closer, she realized that Tu Mi was actually helping Lan Yin take off her gloves.

Huang Yi glanced at Tu Mi with disdain. Tsk, how come people praise him even when he takes off his gloves? It was Lan Yin who praised him. Tu Mi isn't a three-year-old baby.

Then he heard Lan Yin say to Tu Mi, "Junior Tu, to express my gratitude, I'll treat you to a meal next time."

Tu Mi was flattered and surprised. "Really? That's wonderful!"

Then Lan Yin said, "Could you throw those gloves away for me?"

Huang Yi sat in her seat, her hand holding the A4 paper twitching slightly. She shot a jealous look at Tu Mi. How lucky she was! Lan Yin was actually going to treat her to a meal and even gave Tu Mi the gloves she had worn.

As Tu Mi clutched the gloves in her hand, intending to go to the trash can, she felt a gaze that seemed to want to pierce her.

The fake attacks posed no threat to him; in Tu Mi's eyes, they were less than pebbles on the road.

Tu Mi stood next to the trash can, and with a slight slip of her hand, her glove went inside.

Then, Tu Mi felt the gaze behind her gradually intensify.

........

"Tu Mi, this information needs to be compiled."

Tu Mi took the documents from the other person, her hand felt heavy, there were so many, she wondered if she could finish sorting them out today.

Time flew by and it was already six o'clock in the afternoon. It was estimated that most of the student council members had left by now, except for a very few who had other things to do.

Tu Mi planned to finish what she was doing before going home.

The sky outside the window grew darker and darker, but the interior of the office where Tu Mi worked was as bright as day.

Nine p.m

Tu Mi packed her things, walked to the door, turned off the light, and closed the door.

In an instant, darkness enveloped the area where Tu Mi was located, with only one or two faint lights in the distance.

The rose is not afraid of the dark.

"Tap" "Tap" "Tap"........

Footsteps, seemingly both near and far, echoed in the empty, quiet building. They appeared to be coming from upstairs, downstairs, or perhaps behind you, close to your body, following you...

A dark figure was huddled in the corner on the second floor, trembling incessantly.

Footsteps echoed from all directions... the sound of marbles...

Closer...almost there...

As Tu Mi lifted his foot to take a step forward, he felt an unidentified object blocking his path in the darkness. He took a few steps back and was about to take his phone out of his pocket.

Then they heard a hoarse voice from the object in front of them, "Gone...gone...the voice is gone..."

Upon seeing this, Tu Mi understood that the person in front of her might have suffered some trauma, leaving behind some shadows or something else, and now needed help from others.

Thinking this, he quickly took out his phone from his pocket and turned on the flashlight.

Tu Mi stepped forward and asked, "Classmate? Classmate?" As she spoke, Tu Mi shook the frail classmate in front of her vigorously.

Tu Mi held her phone close to her classmate's head and reassured her, "Classmate, it's alright now, the lights are on, get up quickly."

Feng Jia kept his eyes tightly closed, his body trembling uncontrollably, his mind shutting out the outside world.

Tu Mi frowned. What should he do? He had no experience; this was clearly a mental or psychological illness.

Tu Mi's gaze slowly shifted to his phone; perhaps he should ask for outside help.

"Hey, I've called 120 for emergency medical services."

As soon as Tu Mi finished speaking, the man squatting on the ground suddenly knocked the phone out of Tu Mi's hand. The phone's light went out and disappeared into the darkness.

Feng Jia gripped Tu Mi's hand tightly, his voice hoarse and panting, "No...no!" His voice trailed off with a hint of malice.

Tu Mi frowned. He didn't necessarily have to help others, but it was a bit unpleasant to be treated like this after helping others out of kindness.

Tu Mi tried to break free from the person's control, but found the strength to be extraordinary, a power that shouldn't belong to the person before her. Perhaps the feeling of impending death made the person grab Tu Mi like a lifeline.

Tu Mi felt the other person pressing tightly against his thigh. Although he couldn't break free, he could move his elbows to move the person in front of him. Then, Tu Mi lowered his hands and bent his knees to push upwards with force.

Feng Jia groaned. In the darkness, sweat poured down his forehead, his face grew paler, and his stomach cramped as he was about to burst.

As he felt the other person loosen their grip on his hands, his furrowed brows relaxed slightly. Before he could completely let go, Tu Mi heard a "yue~", and then he felt something being expelled from the other person's mouth.