Quick Transmigration: The Control Group in Sweet Novels

The green train carriages were packed to the brim, the aisles were crammed with people, and the surrounding noise was deafening, making the air stifling.

The smell of rust and smoke mingled together, creating a pungent and stuffy odor.

Qi Yang found a corner in the carriage and huddled tightly against the metal wall, trying to minimize her presence as much as possible.

She ran around almost all night, from the village to the town, to catch the bus to the town, and then to the city's train station, where she bought the earliest ticket to Haishi.

Finally, as she boarded the train and the whistle sounded, Qi Yang's heart finally settled down.

The girl was dressed in coarse linen clothes, which were wrinkled and clung to her body because of the rain and splattered with mud. Her hair was disheveled and stuck to her cheeks. She was unkempt and inconspicuous in the crowded carriage.

People glanced at her and assumed she was just a country girl going to the city to work.

She clutched a tattered cloth bundle tightly to her side, the fabric worn and frayed, and in her hand was a train ticket soaked with sweat.

At each stop, Qi Yang's heart would leap into her throat, fearing that she would see Qi Rongguang leading his men to rush up, discover her escape, and take her to Qingya Mountain.

Fortunately, the journey was uneventful, and after more than ten hours, the train finally arrived at its final destination.

A tidal wave of people pushed and shoved their way out, and Qi Yang, clutching her cloth bundle tightly in her arms, followed the crowd out of the train station.

The square in front of the station is so spacious that it seems to stretch to the horizon. Further ahead, a network of streets comes into view, with cars and even old-fashioned red and white buses slowly passing by.

Having spent so much time in the mountains, it's quite a novel experience to suddenly find myself in this place full of skyscrapers.

Qi Yang took a deep breath.

This is the taste of freedom.

To others, she was just a messy, country bumpkin standing there looking around curiously, as if she had never seen the world before.

Pedestrians around him instinctively stepped aside.

Qi Yang paused for a moment, then belatedly looked down at her own attire, noticing the yellow mud on her trouser legs from crawling and running through the mountains.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she clutched the package, taking two steps back to the side of the street. In the bright glass window of a nearby shop, she saw her current appearance.

I go.

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Qi Yang gasped. The person in the mirror was covered in dust and dirt, with knots in his cheeks and hair. He looked ridiculous and destitute, not even as well-dressed as the beggars in the city.

Qi Yang raised her hand and patted her face in disgust; the dirt on her face had dried.

"...Huh." Qi Yang couldn't accept herself anymore. She hurriedly rummaged through her bag and pulled out a headscarf, wrapping it haphazardly around her head, intending to cover her dirty face.

But the headscarf, paired with the dirty old clothes, looked even stranger than before.

"..."

Well, even though he's moved to a big city, his demeanor hasn't caught up yet.

But Qi Yang couldn't care less about anything else right now. The most important thing was to find a place to stay, take a good shower, and clean herself up.

She clutched the cloth bag tightly to her chest, avoided the crowds, and deliberately chose to walk through the old town.

The hotels there offer the best value for money, but unfortunately, that's the only place Qi Yang can afford to stay at right now.

At the entrance of an alley in Shanghai, there stands a small door with prices crookedly marked in chalk. The wooden door is half open, and behind the counter, an old man is slumped in a chair, an old radio creaking and groaning as it broadcasts. A pile of sunflower seed shells lies on the ground next to the chair.

Hearing the door open, he didn't even look up: "Check-in is at the front desk."

Qi Yang clutched the cloth bag in her arms and took small steps forward.

The shop owner slowly raised his eyelids, and when he saw her, his heart skipped a beat, and he gasped, "Oh my god..."

She had a dusty, coarse cloth headscarf wrapped around her head, and most of her face was covered in dirt. Her clothes weren't much better, and she looked like she had just rolled around in a ditch and run out, exuding a strong smell of dust.

The shop owner took a moment to calm down before his heartbeat subsided.

He stood up, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and gave a forced smile: "Sorry, begging is not allowed in this shop. Turn right after you leave and go under the overpass. Thank you for your cooperation."

Qi Yang realized he had misunderstood and quickly shook her head to explain, "Uncle, I'm not begging, I'm here to stay at the inn."

They weren't beggars after all?

The shopkeeper looked her up and down with surprise, thinking to himself, "She's staying at the hotel, how could she possibly have any money on her?"

He pointed to the faded signboard by the door, "Fifteen yuan a night for a room."

Qi Yang pursed her lips and tried to negotiate with him, "Uncle, could you make it cheaper? Ten yuan would be okay?"

The shop owner clicked his tongue: "And you still say you're not here to beg?"

Qi Yang: "..."

Just then, the curtain in the inner room was suddenly lifted, and a middle-aged woman with gentle features walked out. Wiping her hands, she casually asked, "What's going on?"

The shop manager curled his lip, "I don't know where this kid came from, he's covered in mud and dirt, and he still thinks fifteen yuan is too expensive, he insists on bargaining it down to ten yuan."

Upon hearing this, the female shop owner's gaze gently fell on Qi Yang.

The little girl looked quite young and was dressed in a very disheveled state, but her eyes were surprisingly bright.

The female shop owner's heart softened a little, and she asked gently, "Young lady, you've just arrived in Haishi, haven't you? What brings you here?"

Qi Yang coughed lightly, lowered her eyes, and said softly, "I...I'm here to stay with relatives."

The female shop owner nodded knowingly, without asking any further questions, and turned to say, "It's not easy being away from home. This child seems honest, so ten yuan is fine. Give her the smallest room at the back."

"No, not this..." The shop owner said, somewhat surprised.

Before he could finish speaking, Qi Yang's eyes lit up instantly. She bowed to the female shop owner to thank her, her voice sweet and obedient: "Thank you, sister!"

The shop owner sneered, "No, young lady, we're husband and wife. You call me 'uncle,' why are you calling her 'sister'?"

The female shop owner calmly opened a room for Qi Yang, and smiled upon hearing this, "It's all because you look old."

"?"

"Alright." The female shop owner opened the room and gestured with her chin to the luggage in Qi Yang's hands: "Hurry up and help the guest with his luggage."

The shop owner stepped forward with a blank expression, obediently approaching while muttering, "I must have owed you something in my past life."

Qi Yang waved her hand sheepishly and said, "It's okay, Uncle, I can carry it up myself."

The store manager waved his hand, "Go away, stand to the side. You're so skinny, you look like you'll be a burden..."

As he spoke, he picked up the cloth bundle at Qi Yang's feet, but it was much heavier than he had imagined. The shopkeeper, who usually claimed to be as strong as an ox, staggered and was almost dragged over by the bundle.

Fortunately, he steadied himself and didn't fall.

He took a breath, "...Girl, have you moved your whole family here?"