Quick Transmigration: Striving Every Day to Overcome Tribulation

Su Su lowered her head and remained silent for a long while, as if gathering some strength.

Then, she slowly raised her eyes to look at Su's mother, her gaze filled with a hint of inquiry and a touch of stubbornness, and asked softly, "If Mom were me, would you also study hard?"

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, Su's mother immediately bristled. Her eyes widened like two copper bells, burning with the flames of anger, as if she wanted to devour Su Su. Her voice was even louder than before: "What do you mean? If I were you, I would definitely study hard and work diligently every day. Even if I don't get first place, I'll be in the top three."

"How could I have a daughter like you? Not only are you lazy, but you're also stupid."

As she spoke, Su's mother angrily took a few steps forward, pointing her finger forcefully at Su Su's head, not caring whether her head could withstand such accusations; her finger was almost poking Su Su's forehead.

Her fingers trembled slightly from the force she exerted, and each tremor seemed to express her deep dissatisfaction with Su Su.

Su Su remained expressionless; her face was as calm as a still lake, without a ripple. She simply continued to ask, "Then, would Mommy be willing to become me?"

"You're always thinking about useless things. You're so lucky now, you don't have to work, you just have to study, and you can have whatever you want. I wish I had had the same opportunities back then."

Su's mother crossed her arms and glanced at Su Su with disdain, her tone full of accusation that Su Su was ungrateful.

After Su's mother finished speaking, she saw that Su Su was still staring at her stubbornly, her gaze like a nail, which made Su's mother feel very uncomfortable.

Su's mother's chest began to heave, like a volcano about to erupt. "I've really gone too far. Su Su, I'm ordering you to finish your homework right now. You're not allowed to sleep until you've done it."

Her voice carried an undeniable authority, each word like a cold command.

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Su felt an invisible force envelop her, and her body suddenly became out of her control.

She was like a puppet being manipulated, mechanically sitting up straight, picking up a pen, and writing her homework furiously.

The satisfied mother didn't notice the coldness in Su Su's eyes; all her attention was drawn to Su Su's actions as she did her homework.

She stared intently as Su Su's hand moved tirelessly across the paper, writing stroke by stroke as if it never tired.

A satisfied smile gradually appeared on Su's mother's face. She nodded repeatedly, the nods being quite large, as if affirming her authority and educational methods.

With a sob in her voice and deep remorse, Qi Qi said, "I'm sorry, Master. The rules of this Little Heavenly Dao are somewhat stubborn and cannot be traced back to the time before the original owner was controlled."

Qiqi was extremely annoyed by her own lack of ability.

"It's alright! You can continue your conversation." Su Su's voice was calm and even, as if she had expected this outcome.

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It's late at night, a time for sleep.

The whole world seemed to be shrouded in silence, and darkness was like a huge curtain gently covering the earth.

Occasionally a gentle breeze would blow by, rustling the leaves softly, as if telling the story of the night.

While lying in bed fast asleep, Su's mother suddenly dreamed of the scene where she gave her daughter the obedience soup she had obtained from the temple.

Su's mother saw her daughter after drinking the "obedience soup".

Although the daughter is still not very bright and has many little thoughts, her eyes often flash with some subtle ideas, like a cunning little beast.

However, the fact that she is now able to control her studies brings some comfort to Su's mother.

As long as her mother gave the order, her daughter would obediently sit at her small desk, pick up her pen, and begin to diligently write her homework.

My thoughts drifted back to that day, when sunlight streamed through the window into a corner of the room, and my daughter refused to do her homework again.

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes fixed on the window.

That look in his eyes seemed to be under a spell cast by the world outside the window, impossible to pull back.

The window faces the park, a place full of life and vitality.

The trees provide ample shade, their branches swaying gently in the breeze, and the colorful flowers in the flowerbeds exude a captivating fragrance.

Along the paths in the park, pedestrians walk by from time to time. Elderly people slowly practice Tai Chi, while children run and laugh, their clear laughter echoing in the air like silver bells.

"Is it nice outside?" With a question, the bowl was slammed down on the table with a loud thud. The angry voice was like a cold electric current, making Su Su shudder instantly.

Her face turned deathly pale in an instant, and her little hand, which had been resting on the edge of the table, recoiled abruptly like a frightened animal.

"Mom! I didn't see it, I don't know." Su Su quickly lowered her head, her eyes fixed on her toes, not daring to look up at her mother's angry face.

Her voice trembled slightly, like a candle flame flickering in the wind, weak and fearful. Her small fingers nervously twisted the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Originally about to explode in anger, Su's mother forcibly held back. She took a deep breath, as if swallowing back the anger that was about to erupt.

Her lips were pressed tightly together, the muscles at the corners of her mouth twitching slightly from the effort. After a long while, she slowly managed a stiff smile, a smile like a frozen ice flower, devoid of any warmth. "Su Su! Come and drink the soup."

Su's mother tried her best to make her voice sound gentle, but it still carried an undeniable air of authority.

Looking at the dark, watery substance in the bowl, Su Su frowned slightly, her eyes filled with doubt and resistance.

The liquid looked sticky and had an indescribable, strange smell, like rotten wood mixed with a pungent herbal odor.

Su Su asked, "Is Mom really going to let me drink this? This is a bit strange."

Su Su's voice was soft, like a feather falling, carrying a cautious probing tone.

“Just drink it when I tell you to. What’s there to complain about? I worked so hard to get it for you. How could you do this to me?” Mother Su’s voice suddenly rose, like a long-suppressed volcano finally erupting.

Her eyes were wide open, filled with a complex mix of anger and resentment.

The veins on his forehead throbbed slightly, and his hands were clenched into fists as if he was trying his best to restrain himself from doing anything more extreme.

"I'm sorry, Mom!"

Su Su picked up the bowl and gulped it down in one go.

After Su Su finished eating, Su's mother breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't notice Su Su's strange expression.

"Mom, congratulations on becoming me. There's no going back."