Cultivation Quick Transmigration: The Believer Girl is Lacking Money and Morals

With the leave slip from the school doctor in one hand and a bank card containing two million yuan in the other, Mo Chenchen wondered if having this much meant she could have a different life.

Outside the building, the sun was shining brightly. The afternoon sun, around three o'clock, warmed Mo Chenchen's face, making her reluctant to avoid it and greedily enjoying it.

The gentle breeze of late spring and early summer carries the fragrance of lilacs, and the sounds of students laughing and playing can be heard in the distance. It's wonderful; the air is filled with the scent of life.

He raised a hand to shield his eyes, squinting at the sun in the sky.

One month, just one more month, and all this beauty will vanish.

She wants to use all the money she has to save for at least ten years of stable life for herself.

And then? She didn't know. All she knew was that she was luckier than most people.

She was given another chance, while the others were lost in the river of time, never to be seen again.

Looking down at the bank card in her hand, Mo Chenchen felt that she was really ridiculous in her previous life. She clearly had the opportunity to get such a huge sum of money, but in the end she didn't get a single penny and even got herself into trouble.

Indeed, one shouldn't be too kind. If you're too thin-skinned, you won't get anything; if you're thick-skinned, you'll get plenty. Look at this card, isn't that the truth?

As long as I am useless, no one can take advantage of me.

As long as I have no morals, no one can use morality to bind me. It's such a simple truth, but she only fully understood it after the apocalypse and after her face was disfigured.

Mo Chenchen went to the homeroom teacher's office first and handed in the leave slip issued by the school doctor. After the homeroom teacher told her to rest well, Mo Chenchen returned to her dormitory.

Mo Chenchen's current state is no longer as desperate as when she was first reborn. It might be because of the 200 million in her card.

Indeed, money is a woman's true strength. A large sum of money is more effective than words of comfort; everything else is superficial. Only money can give her a sufficient sense of security.

Back in the dormitory, the other three roommates had not yet returned. Mo sat down in his seat, picked up the book, and began to explore the space.

She wanted to confirm whether the space had come with her. As soon as she had a thought, the book in her hand disappeared. When she thought of taking it out again, the book reappeared.

This finally put her mind at ease. The space was back too! Great! This time she was determined to buy, buy, buy, and fill the space to the brim.

At this moment, Mo Chenchen may have forgotten that her space is boundless. Fill it? Dream on.

She looked down at her phone and searched for recent rental listings online. She remembered that she didn't get along well with her three roommates, so she thought she might as well move out.

After searching for a long time, Mo Chenchen finally found an apartment that was a sublet. The owner was leaving Qing City due to a job change, and the apartment he was renting had a month and a half left to rent.

Because a contract has been signed, the landlord will not return the deposit. This apartment has one bedroom, one living room, and one bathroom, with an area of ​​40 square meters. It is located on the 12th floor with an elevator, and the monthly rent is 3500 yuan.

The other party only needs two thousand yuan to stay here for a month, and there is also a chance to get the deposit back when checking out.

Mo thought about it for a moment and realized it was a good deal. Even if the landlord didn't return the deposit, it wouldn't be a loss to stay for a month or two for two thousand yuan.

I had just called and arranged to meet them at 6:30 pm when the dormitory door was pushed open from the outside.

The first one to enter was Li Meng. When she saw Mo Chenchen, she not only didn't greet him, but also let out a heavy snort through her nose to express her disdain.

Zhang Ya, who was behind her, put her laptop on the table and sat down to write her thesis, completely ignoring Mo Chenchen.

The only one who spoke to Mo Chenchen was Wang Qian, who was wearing headphones, but what she said was something that would get her beaten up and no one would stop her.

She leaned against the windowsill, took off one of her earphones, and asked with a smile, "Mo Chenchen, I heard you went to flirt with Lin Yiwen, a real rich second-generation. How's it going? Any progress?"

In her past life, Mo Chenchen would have felt somewhat embarrassed by the other person's sarcastic tone, but now she just found him incredibly boring.

She didn't even glance at Wang Qian, treating her like she was invisible. She simply lowered her head to tidy up her desk, intending to take everything she could use with her.

Feeling rebuffed, Wang Qian pouted, put her headphones back on, and muttered under her breath, "What's with the arrogance..."

Li Meng looked at her new false eyelashes in the mirror and felt that they weren't very good this time.

I took out my newly bought lipstick to touch up my makeup.

Seeing Wang Qian's discomfiture, he finally had a chance to vent his anger. His voice was deliberately coquettish, making people uncomfortable: "Some people, for money, have no shame. They even try to seduce other people without considering their own or others' status."

Zhang Ya paused her typing, remaining silent in agreement.

If it were Mo Chenchen from her previous life, she would have lost her temper long ago and started arguing with the other party. Then her roommate would have stood up to take sides, and in the end, Mo Chenchen would have been left to face all three of them alone.

But she is no longer the Mo Chenchen of the past; she is a ghost who crawled out of hell.

In her world, taking a step back is no longer about finding a brighter future, but rather about falling into an abyss.

Whoever made her life difficult, she'd make sure they suffered, even if it meant losing her life!

Can Mo Chenchen really swallow her anger now? She can't tolerate even the slightest thing; if she can't stand something, she'll fight it.

Before Li Meng could finish speaking, and just as Wang Qian's lips curled into a smile, Mo Chenchen casually picked up her old water cup, which she had used for many years and still had half a cup of cooled boiled water left over from before class.

Suddenly turning around, with a forceful swing of her arm, she smashed the cup straight at the makeup mirror with its built-in LED strip in front of Li Mengmeng.

"Bang—crash!"

The water glass slammed heavily onto the mirror, instantly turning the mirror into a spider web, reflecting Li Meng's terrified face.

The cup fell to the ground instantly and shattered into pieces. Shards and water flew everywhere, grazing Li Meng's face and causing a stinging sensation.

"Ah~~~" "Ah~~" "Ah"

Li Meng was so frightened by Mo Chenchen's outburst that she crouched down, covering her head, and let out a terrified scream.

She had just bought the expensive lipstick, which was so expensive that it slipped from her hand and fell to the ground. In her panic, she stepped on it, turning it blood red, which made her look even more disheveled.

quiet!

Deathly silence!