Villainous Poor Student (1)
When Song Xuyi woke up again, she found herself kneeling beside a pile of graves.
In front of her were three side-by-side fresh graves with yellow soil just recently filled in, and the ground was littered with joss paper.
Song Xuyi shivered and looked around. There were no other people; the sun had already traveled west, and the horizon was burdened with thick clouds, signaling impending rain. All around were towering mountains with a river stretching out from between them, flowing into the distance.
Following the riverbank, there was a small village home to roughly a hundred families.
A winter of mournful loss, dusk in the aging village.
This was all the information that Song Xuyi could summon at the moment.
After a while, the system came back online.
“Xuyi, I’m sorry!”
As soon as Song Xuyi heard the system’s familiar greeting, she had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the system immediately continued: “We have encountered another unknown attack…”
The system seemed like it wanted to say more, pausing for a moment before stopping again.
“You’ve arrived in this small world more than ten years earlier than expected.”
Being early is better than being late!
Song Xuyi let out a sigh of relief—being early actually provided more room to maneuver.
It’s just that…
“Didn’t you say you found out the reason for the unknown attacks before? Why have we encountered them once again…”
It seems like with each world Song Xuyi enters, the unknown attacks follow her. Once or twice is still okay, but there’s a saying, ‘no more than three times,’ and now this is the third.
The system remained silent for so long that Song Xuyi thought it wouldn’t answer, until it finally spoke with a hesitant voice.
“Xuyi, brace yourself. We might face many challenges ahead—”
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“Because I’ve discovered that the unknown attacks seem to be coming from the Main God…”
This indeed spelled bad news for Song Xuyi.
Why would the Main God resort to attacks against her?
Being a tasker, she was already like meat on a chopping block at the Main God’s mercy; there was absolutely no need for resorting to such tricks…
However, Song Xuyi had lost her usual memories at the moment and had no idea what kind of agreement she had reached with the Main God. Even though she sensed something was off, it was of little use without her memories.
“Before we get to the bottom of this, I’ll try to lessen the frequency of contact with the Main God,” the system consoled Song Xuyi. “Maybe I’m imagining the worst. Perhaps the Main God just experienced a momentary glitch in their system, and everything will get better in time…”
System transmitted a plot summary to Song Xuyi:
The female lead, Song Han, daughter of Song Group’s chairman, fell in love with the prince of Xu Group—male lead Xu Feng—after a daring rescue. Xu Group, being a national powerhouse, naturally looked down on local firms like Song Group. Moreover, Song Han wasn’t the biological daughter of the Song family; she was an adopted child.
Xu Feng’s father vehemently opposed the union, going to great lengths to tear apart their relationship, creating significant barriers for the couple.
Refusing to give up her lover because of their different social standing, Song Han worked hard to start her own business, quickly gaining recognition as a rising entrepreneur in the area. She even provided cutting-edge technology to help Xu Group through a crisis, further proving her worth.
In the end, Father Xu, seeing her in a new light, approved of the marriage between Song Han and Xu Feng.
Just as the couple was about to marry and walk down the perfect ending arranged by the Main God, unforeseen disaster struck. The technology provided by the Xu family malfunctioned during production, resulting in significant casualties.
Xu Feng, as the primary person responsible for the project, was clapped in irons and thrown into prison. Father Xu, blaming Song Han for bringing disaster upon the Xu family, called off the marriage on the spot.
Song Han rushed about trying to free Xu Feng from prison but tragically died in a car accident. Despite efforts to save her at the hospital, she succumbed to her injuries.
At first glance, the villain of this story doesn’t seem obvious, but Song Xuyi, viewing the situation from a god-like perspective, knew the root of it all: the disastrous new technology originated from Xu’s rival company. And the villain, He Siyu, was the youngest R&D director there; the sinister technology was entirely her creation.
……
As per tradition, the Main God arranged for Song Xuyi a respectable identity—the daughter of the Song Group. In the summary of the plot, this true daughter of the Song family is arrogant and rude, constantly oppressing the female lead Song Han, one of the driving forces behind Song Han’s decision to move out and start her own business.
However, being a corporate heiress isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, considering the current plight of the original owner…
Song Xuyi frowned as she accepted the memories of the body she inhabited. She looked down at the cotton clothes patched up with stitches and her hands, marred with frostbite.
The original owner was now 11 years old and had been living in this village for 6 years.
At the age of 5, she was separated from her mother in a shopping mall and was abducted by human traffickers, who then sold her to this small village.
The couple who bought the original owner had a son with intellectual disabilities; they intended for their child to have a child bride as companion.
Life in the village was extremely impoverished; the original owner, formerly a girl whose hands never touched cold water, was now forced to gather pig feed, cook, and care for that intellectually disabled child…
Unable to bear the misery of this destitute life and always remembering her family’s address and her parents’ names, the original owner attempted several escapes. But the dense forests surrounding the village were vast, and the couple, familiar with the terrain, consistently recaptured her.
After several brutal beatings, the original owner lost her resolve and accepted her fate.
It was until five days ago when the intellectually disabled son suddenly developed a high fever. The couple locked the original owner in the firewood shed and went out with their son to seek medical help, never anticipating they would be caught in a flash flood and perish on the mountain path…
At this point, the original owner had just been forced by the villagers to take care of the funeral arrangements for the deceased family of three.
And then, Song Xuyi arrived…
At this time, the original owner was like an unclaimed treasure in the village; the old village chief had already begun to scheme. He planned to wait a few years until she grew up and then have her marry his nephew, who was unable to find a wife.
However, Song Xuyi knew that the original owner should be safe from serious danger because the synopsis mentioned in passing that on the female lead Song Han’s second day of the junior year, her lost sister was found.
Song Xuyi estimated that it would be less than a year before she herself would be found.
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However, the original owner was not as aware of fate as Song Xuyi; she was extremely frightened at this moment, even contemplating crashing her head into a tombstone to end it all…
Song Xuyi felt the residual despair in her body and let out a soft sigh.
At this time, the dark clouds on the horizon had moved closer, dogs were barking in the village at the foot of the hill, and the villagers were also returning from the fields in twos and threes, carrying their hoes.
Fearing that it would rain if she stayed any longer, Song Xuyi also took advantage of the lingering twilight and went back down the hill to the house.
This era was a period of rapid development for the country, but it was also a time when the gap between rich and poor was widening. In her original homeland, Huashi, because it was a coastal region, had already grasped the first wave of developmental benefits, giving birth to countless entrepreneurs. However, the spring breeze of development did not reach into this poor mountain village hidden deep in the mountains. Most of the villagers were still barely eking out a subsistence living, scratching out food from the land.
The more valuable items in the house had been plundered by the relatives of that couple, fortunately, the original owner was astute, having hidden a few sweet potatoes and several pounds of brown rice in the cellar before those people arrived.
Starving, Song Xuyi dared not eat too much and quietly lit a fire to steam two small sweet potatoes.
After lighting the fire, her stiff body finally warmed up somewhat, and outside, the rain began to fall heavily.
The rain was fierce, accompanied by strong winds, and the village had no electricity. Song Xuyi sat by the fire, nibbling on the sweet potatoes, contemplating her future path…
Now that it was winter, running away posed even greater danger. Although the original owner was already 11 years old, due to malnutrition from the lack of adequate food and clothing, she looked much like a 7 or 8-year-old child. Furthermore, the village chief had declared that in two years, he would marry the original owner off to his nephew. The village chief was like the emperor of the soil in the village. Once he had spoken, it seemed for the time being, the bachelors in the village would dare not trouble Song Xuyi…
Despite feeling somewhat stifled, hunkering down in the village and waiting for the Song family to find her seemed to be the best option for Song Xuyi at the moment.
Song Xuyi slowly finished her sweet potato and was about to grab another when suddenly she heard some noises amidst the storm…
The crying of a girl pierced through the air, her wails so heart-wrenching that not even the torrential rain could muffle the despair in her voice.
Song Xuyi’s brows furrowed tightly.
She knew—that was the neighbor, He Biao, hitting his daughter again!
If the original owner was seen as an outsider in the village, then He Biao’s daughter was the one who truly endured scorn.
He Biao was an old bachelor who had failed to marry until the age of 30. A woman in the village had a brief affair with a city man who came down to the countryside for inspiration. She bore a daughter, and the city man, with his mouth full of promises, never returned. Desperate for a wife, He Biao went out of his way to ingratiate himself with the woman.
Raising a daughter alone was hard for the woman, and seeing He Biao as a simple and honest man, she married him, bringing her daughter into the He family name.
The first couple of years of marriage were bearable, but as time went on and the woman, having been weakened by childbirth, could not bear more children, He Biao’s attitude toward the mother and daughter soured, ranging from verbal abuse to physical beatings…
6 months ago, the woman passed away from illness, and He Biao’s wrath turned fully on the daughter she left behind.
The villagers were aware of He Biao’s mistreatment of the child, but not one stood up for justice. In their eyes, this was He Biao’s family matter. For him to give a bite to eat to this unrelated wild child was already a rare act of kindness…
The cries from next door continued…
Song Xuyi’s temples throbbed violently.
The original owner actually quite liked the girl next door. After arriving in the village as a child, everyone wanted to confine her there. Only that sister would quietly bring her wild mulberries and hazelnuts from the mountains when she cried…
—The original owner was powerless to help the girl next door, but Song Xuyi was different. Song Xuyi had received the highest level of education; she couldn’t just stand by and watch a child be abused like this.
Biting her lower lip, Song Xuyi donned a heavy straw raincoat and, with bare feet and shaking from the cold, charged into the curtain of rain.
In a daze, it seemed as if the system said something, but the rain was so loud around her that Song Xuyi didn’t catch it.
The wind rattled the door frame with ‘clack clack’ sounds, while He Biao’s scolding carried on:
“You’re just like your mother, a stinking sl*t, a filthy woman!”
“Cry, cry, cry! If you cry again…”
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“When you can’t bear me a son in a couple of years, I’ll send you down to meet your cheap mother…”
Song Xuyi was struck with horrified shock; she never anticipated He Biao harboring such filthy thoughts. Standing outside the window, she watched the drunken lout He Biao manhandling the girl cowering in the corner, her heart tightened into a straight line…
Fortunately, He Biao did not proceed with any further action. Covering his nose and slapping the girl with a scowl of “reeks to death,” he staggered onto the bed and fell into a snoring sleep…
However, Song Xuyi couldn’t quite shake the heavy stone from her heart.
The girl was older than the original owner, probably around 13 years old at this time. She may have narrowly escaped this time, but next time…
The girl didn’t have time to wait a year like Song Xuyi once did.
“I’m gonna take her and escape!” Song Xuyi made the decision on the spot.
The door was not closed, Song Xuyi easily pushed it open. The girl in the corner immediately looked up warily. In the dim light of the kerosene lamp, Song Xuyi saw eyes as fierce as a wolf’s—
For a moment, Song Xuyi’s heart skipped a beat, but upon looking again, she saw the girl’s red and swollen eyes, conveying nothing but inquiry.
Perhaps she had been mistaken.
The girl’s face was covered in filth, unrecognizable, and as Song Xuyi drew closer, a distinct stench emanated from her…
She had remained silent, her eyes somewhat vacant yet always closely following Song Xuyi’s movements.
Outside the window, lightning flashed and thunder rolled, the storm intertwining with wind and rain, the downpour sounding as if it intended to submerge the world…
The girl looked at the little girl from beyond the mountains, who was wearing a raincoat obviously too large for her, gingerly pushing open the door and awkwardly squatting down in front of her. Suppressing something, she trembled as she took the girl’s hand…
The little girl’s rural dialect was rough and strange, but to the girl, it was the most beautiful voice she had ever heard.
“—Sister, I’ll take you away.”
The author has something to say:
The new story begins, and this is the backdrop…
Can you guess if it’s HE or BE?
And on a whim in my column, I’ve started a silly story called “My Coldhearted Dao (Quick Transmigration),” basically, it’s about a guy who couldn’t get a wife when she was serious, but after a bump on the head, she ends up winning a beauty over. The little cuties interested can give it a little bookmark~
This new story probably won’t be heart-wrenching, look into my sincere Carslan big eyes~(●.●)
LP: Re-translated on February 19, 2024
Thank you for the chapters Translator-sama~<3
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