Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

Ying Qin was in excruciating pain in the alley until he managed to break free of the sack and, in a disheveled state, crawled on the ground and shakily pulled out his phone to call the police.

The sound of sirens quickly pierced the night as two police officers arrived at the scene. Seeing his bruised and swollen face and covered in ash, they took his name and questioned him carefully.

"Who assaulted you? Did you see their face clearly? Did you have any enemies?"

Ying Qin winced in pain, his mind a jumbled mess. His first thought was of the recent unpleasantness with his girlfriend, but the image of her timid and cowardly demeanor, too afraid to even raise her voice, immediately made him deny it—she absolutely didn't have the guts, much less the skill.

After much thought, the only conflict he could think of was that during the day in the mall, with the strange girl who suddenly rushed out and left him speechless, making him lose face in public.

"I...I had an argument with someone at the mall today!" he gritted his teeth. "It was a woman, not very old. She must be holding a grudge and hired someone to get revenge on me!"

The police immediately launched an investigation according to procedures, retrieved surveillance footage from the area around the mall and along the route, and followed the clues to finally locate Qiu Yingying's address - Joyful Song 2204.

The next morning, there was a knock on the door.

Qiu Yingying, dressed in loose and comfortable home clothes, opened the door with an innocent and obedient expression. Her eyes were clear and her smile was sweet. She looked completely different from the ruthless person she was yesterday.

The police explained their purpose and politely inquired about her whereabouts yesterday.

Qiu Yingying showed no sign of panic, and spoke naturally and frankly: "I went straight home after shopping at the mall yesterday, and I've stayed inside ever since, without going out again."

The police then retrieved all the surveillance footage from the corridors, elevators, and unit doors of the Joyful Song residential complex.

The image is so clear it's indistinguishable:

Qiu Yingying returned from the mall yesterday evening, swiped her card to enter the building, took the elevator directly to her floor, entered room 2204, and did not leave the building again.

All night long, there was no footage of her leaving on the surveillance cameras; the timeline was seamless and so perfect that not a single flaw could be found.

With the help of the invisibility charm, she left no trace under any surveillance from beginning to end.

After checking all the records, the police officers exchanged a glance and already had a conclusion in mind.

They politely ended their inquiry and turned to leave.

When Ying Qin heard the result, he froze completely, his face filled with disbelief.

Not her?

So who exactly is it?

Why would someone attack him so viciously for no reason?

He was in so much pain that his whole body went numb. He felt panicked and suffocated, filled with frustration and fear, but he couldn't find a single clue. He could only suffer a huge loss in silence.

Inside the room, Qiu Yingying gently closed the door, leaned against it, and couldn't help but smile silently with her eyes crinkled.

Perfectly clothed.

Justice is served, and one can walk away unscathed.

She walked to the window, looked at the bright sunshine downstairs, and felt a sense of clarity in her heart.

In this lifetime, no one will ever let her suffer any more injustice.

She would collect whatever anyone owed her, and still stand clean and unharmed in the sunlight.

Qiu Yingying is really different now.

Ying Qin dragged himself out of the police station, his body aching all over. The evening breeze felt like his skin was being torn apart again, and every step he took was sore and numb. He hunched his shoulders, his face ashen and sullen. He was clearly the one who had been beaten, but he couldn't even find out who the other person was. After calling the police, all he got was an inconclusive case.

He stood by the roadside, took out his phone, hesitated for a few seconds, and then called his mother. From childhood, whenever he felt wronged, he would only turn to his mother, no matter how big or small the matter. Whether it was classmates stealing his snacks as a child or setbacks at work as an adult, his mother would always stand by him, blaming others for the mistakes. This time, after being inexplicably stuffed into a sack and beaten, he felt even more aggrieved and just wanted to cry to his mother as soon as possible.

Upon hearing his mother's voice, Ying Qin's nose instantly stung with tears. His previously forced composure vanished, and with a heavy nasal tone, he haltingly recounted his ordeal: "Mom... I was beaten... Last night, I got into an argument with someone at the mall, and later, while walking through an alley, someone put a sack over my head and beat me severely. I'm covered in bruises, and even the police can't find out who did it. There's no CCTV footage, and I was beaten for nothing..."

He spoke with a pitiful expression, expecting his mother to feel sorry for his injuries and to join him in cursing the person who hit him so hard. But to his utter surprise, the moment his mother heard the words "you were beaten," her first reaction was not concern or anger, but rather she immediately turned her anger towards his girlfriend, Zhao Xiaoxue.

The voice on the other end of the line suddenly rose, sharp and piercing, filled with undisguised disgust: "What? You got beaten up? I knew it! It must have been that Zhao Xiaoxue! Who else could it be! I've disliked that girl for a long time. She's from a small county, works as a waitress in a Shanghai restaurant, no family background, no connections, no education—what kind of good person could she be? It must be because you had a fight with her, and she held a grudge and hired someone to get revenge on you! I told you you shouldn't associate with women like that, they're bad luck! She's a jinx! Ever since you got together with her, nothing has gone right for you, and now look what happened, someone beat you up!"

Ying Qin was stunned by his mother's barrage of scolding. He instinctively tried to defend Zhao Xiaoxue: "Mom, it wasn't her, really not. Xiaoxue is extremely timid. She's afraid to even raise her voice to people, and she's always shy around strangers. How could she possibly hire someone to beat me? She doesn't have the guts, nor the ability..."

"Cowardly? Even a rabbit will bite when cornered! What do you know!" Ying's mother didn't listen to his explanation at all, her tone harsh and stubborn. In her eyes, her precious son was never wrong; the fault always lay with others, with others scheming against him and dragging him down.

"She looks honest on the outside, but who knows what kind of bad intentions she's hiding inside! Girls who climb up from the bottom are the best at playing the victim to gain sympathy, but they're incredibly ruthless behind the scenes! She only treats you like this because she thinks you're honest and easy to bully, and that she can manipulate you! Let me tell you, Yingqin, don't be fooled by her weak appearance. This woman is a jinx; anyone who gets involved with her is doomed!"

She launched into a tirade against Zhao Xiaoxue, never once asking how badly Ying Qin was injured.

Ying Qin had never really liked Zhao Xiaoxue; he just thought she was obedient and easy to manipulate. But after his mother's instigation, even the last bit of hesitation in his heart disappeared. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that all his recent misfortunes were because of Zhao Xiaoxue.

"I understand, Mom. I'll break up with her right now."

After hanging up, Ying Qin immediately dialed Zhao Xiaoxue's number. The call connected, accompanied by the noise of a restaurant in the background. Zhao Xiaoxue's voice was soft and tired: "Ying Qin, what's wrong?"

Ying Qin's tone was as cold as ice, without any preamble: "Zhao Xiaoxue, let's break up."

Zhao Xiaoxue was silent for a few seconds, then her voice softened: "Why? What did I do wrong? Tell me and I'll change."

Ying Qin spoke impatiently, her words particularly harsh: "My mother doesn't approve, and I've had nothing but bad luck since I've been with you. If I got beaten up, it must be related to you. You're a jinx, so stop bothering me."

The words "jinx" completely jolted Zhao Xiaoxue awake.

She stood in the corner of the kitchen, still clutching a rag in her hand, and suddenly smiled, a light and cool smile.

These past few days she's seen things very clearly: Ying Qin is selfish, a mama's boy, and irresponsible. He doesn't care when she's sick, he doesn't answer her calls when she works overtime, and when she's wronged, he only blames her for being immature. She had originally held onto a sliver of hope, but after he insulted her again yesterday, she now completely understands that she can't entrust herself to this person.

Zhao Xiaoxue took a deep breath, her voice calm and undisturbed: "Okay, let's break up."

Ying Qin was taken aback, clearly not expecting her to agree so readily.

Zhao Xiaoxue continued, her tone clear and firm: "I've wanted to say this for a long time, Ying Qin, you can't be relied on. You can't give me any support or respect. What I need is someone who can shelter me from the storm, not someone who makes me suffer. This is the end, let's leave each other alone."

After saying that, she hung up the phone, blocked and deleted it in one swift motion. Then, she wiped her hands and went back to work in the front hall, feeling as if she had shed a huge burden, and her whole body felt relaxed.

Ying Qin stood frozen in place, holding her phone, feeling both empty and stifled inside.

He was beaten and had nowhere to seek justice, he was scolded by his mother, and now even the only person who was kind to him was pushed away by him.

He never understood that his predicament was not due to bad luck, but rather the result of his selfishness, cowardice, and meanness, which he had created little by little.

The evening breeze swirled fallen leaves around him, and Ying Qin shrank back, dragging his injured body forward in a pathetic and pathetic manner, all because of his own actions.