The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

"Lin Qing, are you up yet?"

"Lin Qing, why are you still sleeping! I have to get up at 8 AM today!"

A hand shook the bed, and Lin Qing sat bolt upright. "What time is it?"

"7:40!"

Lin Qing instantly snapped out of her daze, grabbed the bed ladder, and jumped down.

"That's enough, sister, wait for me for ten minutes."

Quickly, I finished washing up.

Put on your coat, put on your hat, and grab your textbook.

7:50.

"Walk!"

My roommate gave me a thumbs up, "Women are awesome."

The two arrived at the classroom just in time, and luckily, their two other beautiful and kind roommates had secured the best seats – the last row.

Lin Qing's roommate glanced at her textbook, his lips twitching. "What are you holding?"

"College English."

"Sister, this section is about political strategy."

"Oh……"

"Are you still half asleep? Go sit inside."

"Waaah, may good people become rich and powerful."

Lin Qing stepped through the crowd and sat down in the back row by the window.

The teacher just walked in and started playing a retro-style PowerPoint presentation.

Lin Qing opened her college English book, yawned, and thought she wanted to listen to the lecture, but her body wouldn't allow it.

She opened the window a little to let the wind blow in and refresh herself.

Last night, she seemed to have a very long dream.

What did you dream about?

"Lin Qing, what's wrong?"

My roommate glanced to the side, was startled by her, and quickly took out a tissue.

Lin Qing snapped out of her daze. "Huh?"

She wiped her face, her hand was wet.

She took the tissue, wiped her eyes, and forced a smile: "It's okay, you just got some sand in your eyes."

"Oh, I was so scared, I thought you were secretly dating someone and then broke up with them."

Lin Qing: ...

Finally, after enduring eight o'clock in the morning, Lin Qing returned to her dormitory and made a phone call home.

"Mom~"

"Are you short of money?"

"Can't it just be that I miss you? Why are you questioning my love for you like this?"

How much do you want?

"Five hundred, I love you, Mom."

"Here it is. If you're not going out for National Day, come back. Your dad has learned how to make foil-wrapped sea bass. We'll wait for you to try it when you get back."

Lin Qing's nose tingled, and she swallowed back a sob: "Oh, I'm going home for National Day. I missed you all."

"So cheesy."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Qing climbed back into bed to catch up on her sleep.

She wanted to continue that dream.

I slept until 2 p.m.

I didn't dream at all.

She opened her eyes groggily, feeling empty inside, as if something was missing.

My roommate just came back from a club activity, excitedly saying:

"Lin Qing, a new convenience store just opened near the school. I heard the staff are incredibly handsome. Want to go check it out?"

"I'm not going, I'm too weak."

"Grand opening, everything 50% off."

A figure darted off the bed with a "whoosh".

In the blink of an eye, Lin Qing was holding a canvas bag in one hand and putting on her shoes with the other.

"GoGoGo!"

Roommate: "Ha, women."

The two rushed to the convenience store, and thankfully it wasn't too crowded. Lin Qing wandered among the shelves, picking and choosing items.

As she was paying the bill, she glanced up casually.

A person stood behind the cashier, with delicate features and sleeves casually rolled up, revealing well-defined forearms.

He held up the barcode scanner. "Hello, that'll be 52.8 yuan in total. Shall I scan your code?"

Seeing that Lin Qing hadn't moved for a while, her roommate poked her and found that she was crying again.

My roommate, worried about delaying the people behind him from paying, quickly took out his phone and paid.

Then, supporting the dazed Lin Qing, they walked to the corner of the dining area and sat down.

"What's wrong with you?"

Lin Qing recovered and clutched her chest. "I don't know, I feel like I've seen him somewhere before."

"You've said that at least ten times! If you like someone, just go for it! Why are you crying like a coward?"

Lin Qing took a deep breath, her eyes resolute, and said, "Let's go!"

She took out her phone and, taking advantage of the fact that no one was at the cashier, quickly walked over.

"Hello, could I have your contact information?"

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[What if the story of the two brothers were a sweet romance?]

Several burly men, accompanied by a three-year-old child, entered the inn.

"Shopkeeper, bring three jugs of wine..."

The shopkeeper responded and served the wine and cold dishes first, glancing at the child a few times.

The bald, burly man glared and said, "This is my little nephew. What are you looking at? Don't you want your eyes anymore?"

The shopkeeper waved his hand and quickly withdrew.

The child was so frightened by the shout that he started to cry.

"Damn it, you little brat, you're bad luck! If you keep causing trouble, I'll get rough with you!"

"Big brother's breathing is weak. Give him a few sips of wine and make him fall asleep."

"Hey, that makes sense. You're smart, kid. Come on, little brat, you're in for a treat."

Just as the burly man grabbed the child's chin and was about to force-feed him, a hand restrained him.

"Gentlemen, is this child really yours?"

"Get lost, don't you want your hands anymore? Mind your own business!"

The big man reached for the knife beside the table with his other hand, but just as he lifted it, a chopstick pierced through the back of his hand.

"ah--"

"Big brother!"

The child stopped crying and looked over curiously, when a warm hand suddenly covered his eyes.

"Don't look."

Immediately afterwards, I heard a dull thud as something heavy rolled to the ground.

He was gently pulled into someone's arms, and after walking for an unknown amount of time, the hand covering his eyes was removed.

"Little friend, what's your name?"

He stammered, "Ji... Jiming."

Not long after, a couple came to the door. As soon as the woman saw the child, tears streamed down her face.

She quickly pulled the child into her arms, her voice choked with sobs.

"Jiming, my Jiming..."

The man stood to the side, his eyes red-rimmed, and bowed deeply to the shopkeeper in blue.

"I will never forget your great kindness, sir. If you ever need my assistance in the future, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

The woman wiped away her tears and curtsied to Wen Yubai, thanking him, "May I ask how I should address you, sir?"

The young man helped the two up and said gently:

"His surname is Wen, and his given name is Yubai. There's no need for thanks; it's good that the child is alright."

"Thank you, Mr. Wen."

The couple thanked them repeatedly, left a generous gift, and then left with their child, expressing their deepest gratitude.

As he was leaving, Xiao Jiming leaned on his father's shoulder, gazing at the figure in a blue robe at the entrance of the inn.

When Wen Yubai saw him turn around, he smiled and waved to him.

Outside the high walls and vermilion gates.

A five-year-old child was anxiously looking around when he saw his parents return. He immediately ran up to them.

"Father, Mother, have you found Jiming?"

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person in his father's arms.

Yun Tiannan patted his eldest son's head. "Zhaoting, we've found Jiming."

Xiao Jiming reached out, wanting to touch that head as well, "Brother, brother..."

This time he wasn't sold; this time he went home.

The pear blossoms are in full bloom in April.

A crimson ribbon stands out strikingly against the backdrop of pure white trees.

Little Jiming, standing under the tree, looked up and tiptoed, trying to reach it, but he couldn't reach it no matter what he did.

Yun Tiannan laughed heartily and lifted his youngest son high in the air.

The child grabbed the ribbon and curiously examined it.

The writing on the ribbon was clear, but he couldn't recognize it.

Madam Yun led her eldest son over, "Zhaoting, why don't you read it to your younger brother?"

The five-year-old child has already started learning, but the characters on the books have too many strokes, and he reads them haltingly.

"...Together we cannot...the child...grows up...without..."

He couldn't recognize many of the words, and blushed as he lowered his head.

"Wow, Zhaoting, that's great! You know so many characters."

Lady Yun gazed at the brocade ribbon with tender eyes and softly recited the complete prayer:

May my beloved stay with me forever, may my child grow up safely and peacefully, and may my life be complete and without regrets.

Jiming clapped his little hands and babbled along, mimicking what Jiming was saying.

"Growing up steadily and flawlessly."

"It's without regrets, Jiming," Yun Zhaoting corrected earnestly.

"Without a trace!"

"I have no regrets!"

The Yun couple smiled at each other, their eyes reflecting the pear blossoms in the sky.