Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

After Ying Qin slunk away from the crowd, Qiu Yingying's face regained its sweet and harmless smile. She nodded slightly to the passersby who were praising her and said goodbye before slowly walking out of the main passage of the mall.

The resentment that had been suppressed in her heart for so long surged up completely.

She wouldn't choose to laugh it off after suffering so many years of injustice; she had truly lost her life and her life.

She remembered every single humiliation, belittling, and mental torment that Ying Qin and his mother had inflicted on her in her past life, waiting for an opportunity to exact revenge.

Back in her warm and cozy apartment, Qiu Yingying closed the door and softly called out in her heart, "Duoduo."

[Host, the learning system is at your service~]

"Help me exchange for an invisibility talisman, and then locate Ying Qin's position."

[Redeem successful! The invisibility charm has taken effect and will last for one hour. No one can see you, and you won't be detected by surveillance cameras.]

Qiu Yingying raised her hand in front of the mirror, but there was no reflection in the empty mirror.

She smiled, her eyes crinkling into a small, sly, and relieved grin. She changed into a light and practical black outfit, grabbed a thick burlap sack and a smooth wooden stick that she had prepared beforehand, and quietly left the house.

The system accurately guided her to a secluded alley, a blind spot for surveillance cameras, where no one was around, making it the perfect place to "take action".

Ying Qin stood in the alley with his head down and a sullen expression, muttering profanities under his breath. He was still brooding over being publicly confronted and ridiculed by passersby in the mall earlier. He occasionally kicked at the debris by the wall in frustration, his hostility undiminished.

Standing in the shadows, Qiu Yingying looked at his disgusting appearance, and her physical revulsion surged up again.

Her footsteps were so light that she made no sound, and she drifted behind Ying Qin like a shadow.

Ying Qin was completely oblivious and was still angry.

The next second, Qiu Yingying raised her hand and shoved the sack over his head, pulling the opening tightly!

"Who?! What are you doing?! Let me go!"

Ying Qin panicked instantly, struggling, screaming, and kicking wildly, but he couldn't see anything and could only bump around like a headless fly.

Qiu Yingying's eyes were as cold as ice, and her moves were steady, accurate, and ruthless, without the slightest hesitation.

She had studied traditional Chinese medicine acupoints through the system and knew exactly where the human body hurts the most and where the pain is intense but won't leave serious injury or scars. Holding the wooden stick, she brought it down mercilessly, one blow after another, specifically targeting the shoulders, back, sides, thighs, and arms—areas with a lot of soft flesh and high pain sensitivity. Her force was heavy and her strikes were hard, each blow landing solidly on Ying Qin's body.

"Ouch—! It hurts!! Who are you!! Help—!"

Ying Qin rolled on the ground in agony, screaming repeatedly. Tears, snot, and cold sweat smeared his face. His previous arrogance had vanished, leaving only humiliation, fear, and pleas for mercy. He cried and begged for forgiveness, his words incoherent, humbled to the point of being worthless.

Qiu Yingying didn't say a word, she just quietly hit the target.

With each blow, a bit of the grievances from the past life dissipates, a bit of the trampled dignity is regained, and a bit of the pent-up anger that has been stuck in the chest for years explodes.

He had coldly watched her being humiliated by his mother, had casually denied all her sincerity, and had trampled on her affections. Today, she was merely reclaiming a little bit of the justice that was rightfully hers.

Qiu Yingying only stopped when Ying Qin was curled up on the ground in pain, his cries weak like those of a dying beast, and he had exhausted all his strength to struggle.

She tossed aside the stick, dusted off imaginary dust from her hands, and glanced down at the stray dog ​​on the ground. There was no pity in her eyes, only utter relief.

He turned and left silently.

Her invisibility effect hadn't worn off, and no one noticed her as pedestrians passed by.

Stepping out of the alley, a gentle evening breeze made Qiu Yingying feel so light she almost floated away. She felt completely relaxed, all her gloom vanished, and her eyes sparkled with delight.

She walked briskly back to Ode to Joy and pushed open the door to room 2204, which belonged entirely to her.

The moment the door was closed and locked, all the tense emotions were finally released.

Qiu Yingying leaned against the door and slowly slid down to the ground. Tears welled up unexpectedly, but they were not tears of sadness or grievance; they were tears of release that had been pent up for two lifetimes.

She cried, then suddenly laughed, crying and laughing at the same time, tears streaming down her face, but her lips were turned up high, her smile sweet and bright, like a little bird that had finally broken free of all its shackles.

She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, looking at the warm and bright little house that belonged only to her, her heart burning with emotion.

Fortunately.

I am grateful to have been given a second chance at life, grateful that I did not repeat the same mistakes, and grateful that I am no longer Qiu Yingying who only knew how to cry, how to be humble and ingratiating, and how to be bullied by others.

She rejoiced in her rebirth, cheered for her growth, and felt that she had finally broken free from all her shackles and become the person she loved most.

pride.

I am proud of my courage to resist, to take action, and to seek justice.

She is proud that she no longer revolves around men and no longer regards love as her entire world.

Be proud of having the confidence, courage, and strength to protect yourself.

She slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, hugging a soft cushion, her eyes crinkling with laughter, but tears were still falling.

These are tears of joy, tears of liberation, tears shed for one's own rebirth, for one's own growth, for one's own courage.

"Qiu Yingying, you are really great."

She whispered to herself, her voice trembling with tears, yet utterly resolute.

From now on, she will live only for herself and cheer only for herself.

Her wonderful life has only just begun.