Quick Transmigration: Striving Every Day to Overcome Tribulation

The noise outside the window was like an uninvited guest suddenly intruding into a peaceful world, causing Su Su, who was concentrating on her homework, to abruptly stop writing.

The paper pressed under his hand was covered with dense, black characters, like ants marching in formation. Each character was something the original owner had earned by being forced to give up playing.

The original owner, whose grades were not very good to begin with, had never shown much concern for her studies.

In the past, her parents always told her that she could grow up freely. In such an atmosphere, she did whatever she wanted and seemed indifferent to her grades.

However, everything changed drastically after the original owner's mother and father divorced.

The original owner's mother began to be strict with her, expecting her to study hard, as if she wanted to place all her hopes for life on her studies.

The original owner's mother attributed the reason for her father's divorce to the original owner's poor grades. This was simply because her father would visit her every month, and he would be happy and stay at home longer if her grades were better.

From then on, the mother constantly reduced the original owner's entertainment time, just so that the original owner could focus all her attention on studying.

Despite her mother's demanding requirements, the original owner was very sensible and understanding of her mother.

In the original owner's mind, she truly believed that her parents separated because she was not smart and had poor grades.

That small figure struggled under pressure and self-blame, trying to make up for her mother's shortcomings with her academic performance.

But no matter how hard the original owner tried, his grades were like they were under a spell and he could never improve them.

After each exam, the unsatisfactory score was like a heavy shackle, trapping the original owner firmly.

All that could be heard was her mother's sharp, abusive voice. Her mother's voice was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the original owner's fragile heart.

Every insult was filled with disappointment and anger. Those words echoed in the small room, making the original owner feel as if she were in a dark abyss, unable to find a way out.

The original owner kept silently comforting herself that it was okay, and that as long as she persevered, she would definitely be able to improve her grades.

She envisioned a bright future for herself, imagining the day she would hold an excellent report card and see her mother's proud smile.

She tried to use such positive thoughts to dispel the gloom brought about by her mother's scolding, and at the same time hoped to soothe her mother's impatient emotions.

However, the original owner's mother would not understand her.

The mother seemed to only see the cold, hard scores. She stubbornly believed that the original owner's grades hadn't improved because she hadn't put her mind to studying.

In her mother's narrow-minded view, all of the original owner's efforts were ignored, as if those nights of studying late into the night and those densely packed notes did not exist.

I don't know where the original owner's mother found the spell to control her. The spell was like an invisible net, tightly wrapping the original owner up.

From then on, the original owner could only sit at the desk and study like a puppet every day.

Her eyes became empty and lifeless, as if she had lost her soul, had no thoughts of her own, and had no freedom whatsoever.

Everything around her became so unfamiliar. She could only mechanically look at the books, but knowledge could no longer enter her imprisoned brain.

And so, the days passed one by one, and the original owner gradually lost hope for life amidst this endless torment.

Until one day, when her mother wasn't looking, the original owner slowly walked towards the windowsill. Her steps were heavy, yet carried a sense of determination.

The moment she stepped onto the windowsill, she felt the wind whistling past her ears.

In that instant, she felt as if she had broken free from all constraints and gained true freedom, like a free bird flying towards the vast sky, far away from that suffocating home, far away from that endless pain and despair.

From now on, you can fly freely.

……

"Where did that spell come from?" Su Su asked, frowning and full of doubt.

She simply couldn't understand how her normally controlling mother could suddenly unleash such a bizarre spell.

"Besides, I shouldn't have been involved in the storyline of the small world this time, and I have nothing to do with the male and female protagonists of the small world," Su Su added somewhat irritably.

After hearing Su Su's words, Qi Qi's little ball of light spun around and whispered, "This world is a bit special. Is it possible that this evil curse was used to control your body after you died, until your body decomposed and the neighbor told the female protagonist who was live-streaming, and then the relevant departments took action?"

As Qiqi spoke, she shrank back into her mind, as if she herself found this mother somewhat terrifying.

"So even in death, they will not find peace!" Su Su said expressionlessly, but her voice carried a deep chill.

"Well, you can't say that. At least the master was the catalyst that brought out the main villain." Qi Qi tried to comfort Su Su, but Su Su found her words very grating.

"Oh, I really am great, hehehe!" Su Su sneered a few times, her laughter echoing in the silent space, carrying a hint of mockery.

"Owner……"

The door suddenly creaked open, the sound particularly abrupt in the quiet room.

The woman who entered had a sharp and mean face, as if every wrinkle was etched with dissatisfaction and criticism.

As soon as she entered the room, her gaze was fixed on Su Su. Su Su's hands were resting quietly there, not studying as she had expected, and her dark eyes were staring straight at her with an indescribable calmness in them.

Su's mother suddenly stopped in her tracks, her gaze towards Su Su somewhat unsettling.

On second thought, Su Su was her daughter, and she was like a firecracker that had been lit, burning with rage.

Her face flushed instantly, and the veins on her forehead throbbed. "I told you to study, and I only looked at you for a moment, and you reacted like this. How can you improve your grades? How can you win back your father like this!"

Her voice became sharp with anger, each word like a sharp knife piercing straight at Su Su.

Su Su ignored her mother's sharp words. She was like an emotionless puppet, just staring blankly at her with no emotional fluctuation in her eyes.

In Su Su's heart, the original Su Su had heard far too many such accusations. She seemed to have become numb. She felt that her mother's anger was like a gust of wind. Although she could feel it, it could not stir up any waves in her heart.

"Mom, I need to rest too!" Su Su's voice was very soft, as soft as a feather falling, without any strength.

"Rest!!!" Su's mother seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. Her eyes widened suddenly, and her voice instantly rose several decibels, echoing in the room and making everyone's ears ring. "What time is it? You want to sleep? No wonder your father doesn't want you. No wonder your grades haven't improved!"

As she spoke, she waved her arms, as if to emphasize the correctness of her words with such exaggerated movements.