Quick Transmigration: Striving Every Day to Overcome Tribulation

Beneath this seemingly ordinary world lies a hidden metaphysics.

Extraordinary people with mystical abilities are hidden among the bustling crowds of ordinary people, and their every move is under the strict surveillance network of the National Bureau of Abnormal Affairs.

The Administration has a clear prohibition against practitioners of mystic arts using them at will, so as not to disrupt the normal order of the world.

Yang Zijin and Qin Xuan, childhood sweethearts, grew up together in a family of metaphysicians, spending their time studying metaphysics and undergoing rigorous training.

Their talent made them beloved by their families.

In their daily lives, they are no different from ordinary children.

Every day, carrying a schoolbag, I walk through the school corridors, attend classes attentively, do my homework diligently, and laugh and play with my classmates during breaks.

But if someone accidentally offends Yang Zijin, they'll be in for a world of trouble.

On the surface, Yang Zijin may only have a slight upturn of her lips, revealing a seemingly harmless smile, but in secret, some strange things will quietly happen.

Those who offend her may unexpectedly suffer bad luck.

When others encounter such misfortunes, they simply attribute it to their own bad luck and never associate their misfortunes with Yang Zijin.

Due to her parents' job changes, the original owner transferred to Yang Zijin and Qin Xuan's class during the crucial second year of high school.

The original owner was born with a pure and beautiful appearance, with a lively and energetic look in her eyes. When she first stepped into the classroom, she attracted a lot of attention.

The students were already curious about the new classmate, and with the original owner's outstanding appearance, they not only didn't feel any ill will towards her arrival, but instead gathered around her, asking her all sorts of questions.

The original owner of this body had an extremely cheerful personality. Faced with the enthusiasm of her classmates, she always responded with a sincere smile and answered every question generously.

The original owner quickly integrated into the class, and even as a transfer student in the second year of high school, she did not feel out of place at all.

She has a friendly demeanor and is very popular with her classmates.

However, this original owner of the body inadvertently offended Yang Zijin.

Yang Zijin has always been a prominent figure in the class. Accustomed to being the center of attention, she felt a growing sense of jealousy as she watched the original owner quickly become the focus of her classmates' attention.

Once again, the original owner was surrounded by a group of classmates, laughing and chatting. They were either asking each other questions about their studies or sharing fun stories, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.

Yang Zijin, who was not far away, watched this scene, and the flames of jealousy burned brighter and brighter in her heart. The composure she had barely maintained collapsed instantly, and she could no longer bear it.

Yang Zijing's eyes were sinister. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, she secretly took out a bad luck charm that she had prepared in advance from her pocket and stuck it on the original owner.

Just as the original owner was getting into the conversation, his foot suddenly slipped, and he fell forward, landing face-first in the mud.

The surrounding classmates were stunned at first, their minds still reeling from the sudden turn of events. Then, instinctively, they all gathered around to ask with concern, "Are you alright? How did you suddenly fall?"

The original owner of this body fell quite hard, scraping her knees and palms, with blood slowly flowing down her calves. She gritted her teeth, enduring the excruciating pain from her wounds, and with the help of her classmates, she struggled to her feet.

But the bad luck continued. As soon as the original owner got up, his legs suddenly seemed to lose all strength, and his body fell backward uncontrollably, about to fall heavily to the ground.

At this critical moment, Qin Xuan suddenly appeared out of nowhere, took a step forward, and steadily supported the original owner of the body.

The original owner, who had been screaming in fear, felt a sense of relief as she felt Qin Xuan's strong arm. Still shaken, she gasped, "Thank you."

The original owner was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely, his brows furrowed tightly. He pleaded with his classmates, "Could you please take me to the school clinic? My foot hurts a bit!"

Qin Xuan opened his mouth, about to respond, when Yang Zijing suddenly rushed over, grabbed him, her face full of displeasure, her eyes red-rimmed, as if she had suffered a great injustice, and questioned, "Why did you go to help her?"

The jealousy in his voice was so strong it was almost overflowing.

Yang Zijing's tug caused the original owner, who had already regained her balance, to lose her balance again and fall heavily to the ground. Her elbow was bruised again, and the original owner hissed in pain.

Seeing this, Qin Xuan's face was full of anxiety and anger. He flung Yang Zijing's hand away and shouted, "What are you doing! She's injured!"

As he spoke, he spotted the unlucky charm on the original owner's back and tore it off.

Upon seeing the familiar talisman, Qin Xuan instantly understood everything. His face darkened horribly, and without saying a word, he grabbed Yang Zijin and headed out of the classroom.

Yang Zijin was pulled so hard that she stumbled, her steps frantic as she followed, her face alternating between pale and flushed, filled with resentment and anger.

The students quickly helped the original owner up and escorted her to the infirmary.

Along the way, everyone comforted the original owner. After arriving at the infirmary, they thoughtfully told her to rest well and return to the classroom once her injuries had healed.

After a period of recuperation, the original owner finally recovered from her injuries and returned to the classroom.

She thought it would just be an ordinary day, but as soon as she sat down, Qin Xuan walked up to her and confessed earnestly, "I've liked you for a long time. Be my girlfriend."

The original owner was completely stunned, her mind went blank, and before she could recover from the shock, Yang Zijing slapped her hard across the face.

The original owner was completely stunned. It took him a few seconds to react. A surge of anger welled up in his heart, and he raised his hand to slap back, but Qin Xuan stopped him.

Qin Xuan smiled awkwardly and said, "Alright, Zijing didn't mean it. I was just joking about my confession to you. Don't take it to heart. It's just that Zijing was angry with me for several days because of you."

Under Yang Zijing's smug gaze and listening to Qin Xuan's inexplicable words, the original owner was both confused and angry. She could no longer hold back, forcefully broke free from Qin Xuan's hand, and slapped Yang Zijing hard across the face, shouting, "You are all crazy!"

"you……"

Just as Yang Zijin was about to lash out, her raised hand still suspended in mid-air, and her shrill voice had barely begun, she was interrupted by the teacher who walked into the classroom.

The teacher's gaze swept over the three men, who were on the verge of exchanging blows. His brow furrowed slightly, and his eyes held a mixture of doubt and warning: "What are you all doing? Get ready for class!"

Seeing this, Qin Xuan took the opportunity to pull Yang Zijin, who was still struggling, back to her seat.

After sitting down, Yang Zijin's chest heaved violently, her heart filled with anger and resentment with nowhere to vent.

Resentment and jealousy surged like a raging tide in her eyes.

For the entire class period, her gaze was fixed on the original owner of the body, as if she wanted to devour him alive.

But for some reason, after class, she was unusually quiet and didn't make any more noise.

The original owner thought the storm had passed, but from that day on, bad luck clung to her like a persistent leech.