Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

In the basement

Shao Linshen rummaged through the closet for a long time, but all he found inside were pajamas.

The woman had no intention of giving him a chance to go out, so naturally she wouldn't buy him an outer garment.

Shao Linshen sat on the stool for a while to rest before tearing several pieces of clothing into strips.

This body is only four and a half years old. Because it has never seen sunlight for many years, it is very weak. It was panting heavily after only a short while of activity.

Fortunately, the woman had to go to work at the hospital after delivering his meals every day, so she couldn't possibly come back at this time.

Shao Linshen had no shoes, so he could only put on several pairs of socks, carry a small stool up the stairs, and sit behind the iron gate to wait.

The clock on the wall faced the gate. Shao Linshen clearly saw the hour hand move forward a large increment before the familiar clanging sound rang out from outside the iron gate.

"Bang bang bang-"

The soft little ball bounced against the iron gate repeatedly, making a series of sounds.

This was his "good younger brother" coming to show off again.

Yes, this is the "little brother" that woman was talking about, whose face was so sore he couldn't play in the basement.

"Hey, you ugly thing, guess what good stuff I got today?"

A high-pitched child's voice rang out from outside the door, filled with smugness:

"It's a remote-controlled airplane, the kind that can actually fly in the sky. Mom said this toy is only for me, there's no one for you."

Shao Linshen, standing behind the iron gate, gave an "oh" and turned his head to say:

"So what? Anyway, your things will end up in my hands in the end."

It's just that it's been broken.

That woman was unwilling to spend more money on him.

But for a four or five-year-old child, this is a sign that the mother is showing favoritism towards other children.

Even if these toys are things you don't want, the other person will still be unhappy.

"No, this is my little airplane, I'm not giving it to you."

“I am Mom’s favorite little baby, you are not.”

Outside the door, the boy's voice grew increasingly shrill and piercing, and the ball slammed against the door with a loud clang.

Shao Linshen continued to coax:

"Even if you get angry, it won't do any good. Anyway, Mom likes me the most."

"If you don't believe me, come in and see. I've had sweet strawberry cake for the past few days. But you only got to eat it on your birthday. Tsk, how pitiful."

"what--"

The boy was so angry that he yelled and stomped his feet, wishing he could open the door and beat the other person up.

Shao Linshen timely slipped the key under the door, still taunting:

"It's no use getting angry, you can't get in anyway. I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm going to eat cake."

After saying that, he deliberately got up and paced back and forth, pretending to go downstairs.

really

The key that was originally under the door was quickly snatched away, and just a few minutes later, the sound of the lock and key clashing could be heard outside.

"Click——"

The iron gate was slowly opened, revealing a delicate and lovely face.

That was originally Shao Linshen's face.

At this moment, the owner of the face frowned, holding a tree branch in his hand. Seeing Shao Linshen standing by the door, his eyes were full of malice, and he raised the stick to strike the other man's face.

"boom--"

The wooden stick was knocked away by the stool, causing the person to fall to the ground as well.

"Waaah, Mommy—"

The little boy, dressed in sportswear, was pinned down by Shao Linshen. Before he could even open his mouth to say a few words, Shao Linshen stuffed a sock into his mouth.

The other person struggled desperately, and it looked like they were about to break free of their restraints.

Shao Linshen simply picked up the stick and slammed it hard on the other person's arm.

He threatened, "If you move again, I'll hit you on the head with this stick."

"Uuuuuu——"

The boy was still young, and after being hit a few times, he became completely terrified.

After obediently taking off her coat, she went into the basement.

Shao Linshen tied the man up with strips of cloth, and then, under the man's terrified gaze, locked the door behind him.

*

This is a two-story villa with its own backyard.

The basement is located below the greenhouse.

Normally, Meng Wenyu never lets the family's servants come over.

Shao Linshen was dressed as a boy, wearing a small straw hat, and his face was covered with a mask of the Monkey King.

He carried the ball, mimicking the boy's actions, patting and hitting it, and swaggered across the lawn to the hall.

"Young Master, why are you in the flower room again? Didn't Madam tell you not to go there?"

A maid came out of the kitchen and saw Shao Linshen coming out of the back garden. She was startled and raised her foot to pull him into the living room.

Shao Linshen wouldn't let her get close, so with a clever move, he smashed the ball directly onto her forehead.

"hiss--"

The maid covered her forehead and gasped for breath.

Shao Lin silently apologized, but still maintained an arrogant demeanor. He mimicked the boy's tone and said in a harsh voice:

"Get out of my way! It's none of your business. If you dare to stop me, I'll tell Mom that you're bullying me."

Although the maid found it strange that his voice sounded a little different, she only assumed it was because he was wearing a mask.

After all, there's only one young master in this family.

"Young master, I won't go over there, but you can't go play in the back anymore. Otherwise, if Madam finds out, she'll spank you."

The maid coaxed and tricked him into going into the hall. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Shao Linshen sitting on the sofa watching cartoons obediently, and quickly locked the door leading to the backyard.

Shao Linshen pretended not to know anything until the other party left the hall to attend to other matters, at which point he got up and ran towards the main entrance.

After leaving Meng Wenyu's villa, all around were identical buildings.

Shao Linshen didn't know where the gate of the community was, and with his small arms and legs, he definitely couldn't outrun an adult.

But well

"boom--"

A pebble fell from the sky and hit a young man on the roadside in the lower body.

The pain struck instantly, making the person want to roll on the ground in agony.

"Damn it, who threw that stone?"

The man, his face pale, looked around and spotted a four-year-old boy squatting in the grass not far away, holding a stone as if he was about to throw it.

Immediately, the man's eyes turned red with anger. Ignoring the pain, he stormed towards Shaolin Shen.

"You little brat, didn't your mother teach you not to litter?"

The other person grabbed Shao Linshen by the back of his collar and lifted him off the ground, looking as if he wanted to devour him.

Seeing that the man was about to raise his hand, Shao Linshen quickly softened his stance:

"I'm sorry, big brother, I was wrong. Please forgive me."

"Waaah, big brother, I'll make Mom pay you back."

The man's slap was about to land on Shao Linshen's buttocks, but his words put it in an awkward, unsatisfying position.

The main problem is that he brought a female companion back today, and she's watching him right now. If he actually hits her, it would make him seem petty.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the Pangu Banner interjected at the opportune moment:

"You could have just asked him for help directly; why go through all this trouble?"

Shao Lin replied in his heart: "But I can't afford to gamble."

There's no conflict of interest, but what if the other party isn't willing to get involved?

Moreover, Shao Linshen also wanted to test how much luck this body had left, and whether it was as plagued by bad luck as he was.

The result was obvious: he had only casually tossed a pebble, yet it accurately hit a passerby. If the other person hadn't been hesitant, they might have gotten a good beating in return.

Pangu Banner spoke up at the right moment: "Take it easy. Although the original owner's luck hasn't been completely taken away, you're no different from a reincarnation of the god of misfortune. My abilities are limited right now, and I can only help suppress it a little."