After understanding the trigger rule of her golden finger, the Su family's financial situation greatly improved.
Su Cui wasn't the type to dwell on things. Since she was here, she would make the best of it. No matter why she entered this book's world, she truly couldn't stand by and watch Su Baixue suffer.
She was here, and she was living this life, so she wanted to live it steadily and happily.
As for the frustration of being transmigrated into a book,
Su Cui chose a destined scumbag, He Li, to help adjust her mood.
Thus, He Li began to have bad luck.
Since meeting Su Baixue, He Li had been tossing and turning, thinking day and night, longing for "how to fall in love with Su Baixue" or something, but so far he had no way to start.
He asked Tian Ling for Su Baixue's phone number, but Tian Ling directly told him about Su Baixue's firm determination to study, and implied that Su Baixue was dull and boring. Unlike her, she was lively, cute, and single.
He Li was handsome, and he had been approached by many girls like Tian Ling. He understood Tian Ling's meaning, but felt no attraction. Even if he had never met Su Baixue, he wouldn't consider Tian Ling.
Tian Ling wasn't white enough.
After Tian Ling's words, He Li actually found Su Baixue even more precious, like a flower on a high peak, worth pursuing.
Their teaching buildings were not in the same block. When he wandered over to Su Baixue's block during breaks, Su Baixue was mostly studying. He Li probed to learn about Su Baixue's affairs, and the more he learned, the more satisfied he became.
Su Baixue had excellent grades and entered high school with a scholarship. She was usually quite aloof, spending most of her time studying. She wasn't familiar with her classmates, and basically no one knew what her hobbies were. She wasn't seen using her phone much, and indeed, no one had seen her use WeChat. Hearing this, He Li was sure Su Baixue had never had a boyfriend.
Perfect!
He Li thought, Su Baixue was too suitable for him.
However, Tian Ling disdainfully mentioned that Su Baixue used an old people's phone, probably because it was too shabby to show off.
Among what he learned about Su Baixue, what satisfied He Li the most was her appearance. Su Baixue looked very pure, not particularly glamorous, but her eyes seemed to speak. He remembered when he first saw Su Baixue, she turned back to look at him, making him feel as if he had seen a fawn running in the forest. Her gentle, innocent eyes—if a hunter locked her in a cage, she would surely show a beautiful, timid expression, maybe even cry.
The more he thought, the more infatuated he became.
He couldn't forget Su Baixue's fair skin and those eyes. Even without any excuse, He Li couldn't control himself from wandering to her teaching building.
The only thing that bothered him was that every time he went, he encountered some minor problems.
For example, stepping on a banana peel and falling for no reason. He Li felt someone was targeting him, and this targeting reached its peak this morning.
When he entered the restroom, the door was locked. It was during the long break, and everyone had gone to the playground for activities. He Li shouted for a while before a cleaning aunt heard him and helped him open the door.
"How did a student get locked in... Oh, lucky I passed by. It must have been some bad kid or hooligan. You should be careful lately, kid," said the cleaning aunt, who was wearing a mask and was very warm-hearted.
He Li thanked her and wanted to leave. He was very annoyed.
But he didn't get far. The cleaning aunt who helped him stopped him and asked for a favor.
"Classmate, do you have time? Could you help me carry a bucket of water to the garden? I'm old and can't lift it anymore."
He Li didn't really want to help, but remembering that she had just helped him, he agreed. To get to the flowerbed, he had to cross the playground. Under everyone's gaze, he accompanied the cleaner to the garden and received the comment, "Classmate, you're really a good person!"
He Li was already a famous handsome guy in school, so this inevitably caused some gossip. The comment about his "good deed" also spread to many who saw it.
In contrast, when the news of He Li carrying the water bucket reached a few hooligans, it became distorted.
So when He Li left school that afternoon, on his way home, he was blocked by several school hooligans.
"Who are you people?" He Li initially remained calm. He recognized them—they were known hooligans in the school, from well-off families, often skipping class or chasing girls.
The other party cursed, "Still pretending! Wasn't it you who overturned the toilet water bucket last time to mess with us? You've got some nerve!"
"What toilet water bucket?" He Li frowned. "I never messed with you. I don't even know who you are!"
"Stop wasting words on him! Beat him up! He wasted a school uniform of mine. I almost scrubbed off a layer of skin when I bathed that day!" The group didn't want to listen to He Li's excuses and rushed at him with fists.
However, He Li was tall and no pushover. He caught the fist and immediately returned a punch. The anger that had been building up all day was now directed at these hooligans, as He Li linked being locked in the restroom this morning to them.
Blame is a nice thing—it can be shifted around.
He Li's counter-punch instantly sparked the hooligans' collective anger.
The hooligan who was hit cursed, "Tch, aren't you guys going to help?"
"Pretty tough, huh? We'll beat you until you can't stand!" The group gathered around.
Two fists can't beat four hands. He Li took a punch to the stomach, his stomach churning with acid. He looked sunny but had a very irritable temper. His face tightened, his neck turned red, and his punches grew heavier. The hooligans, who were shorter, couldn't beat him initially.
Su Cui was up in a tree, holding binoculars, muttering to herself: "Are these hooligans even any good?"
She jumped down from the tree.
The fight was intense.
Both sides were red-eyed from fighting. The hooligans initially wanted to teach He Li a lesson, but after several exchanges, they also became bloodthirsty. One hooligan, after being punched by He Li, felt dizzy and fell to the ground, showing pain. Seeing He Li tangled with his comrades, he had an idea. He walked to a nearby alley, looked around for a weapon to return to the fight, but found nothing. He was getting anxious...
Suddenly, there was a "thud" in front of him. The hooligan looked up and saw a tennis racket on the road. His eyes lit up.
In the heat of anger, he didn't think about how the racket had appeared there. He picked it up and rushed back to the fight, hitting He Li on the back of the head with a dull blow!
He struck with all his strength. He Li's ears rang, he staggered, and in his dizziness, he was hit several times. His eyes were punched, and blood appeared.
Seeing blood, the hooligans grew a bit scared.
But He Li was not one to be afraid! He was a domestic violence expert!
Others might fear blood, but not him. Blood energized him. He wiped his own blood with his left hand, his eyes blazing red, panting like an ox. He turned, grabbed the tennis racket, and charged again!