TRT – Chapter 2 Preparations Before Transmigration (Part One)

And so, Zhao Minmin—who in real life was utterly ordinary, with no hope of ever standing out—made up her mind to walk down this road of no return: transmigration!

Once her decision was made, Minmin rummaged through drawers and cupboards, pulled out a calligraphy brush and xuan paper, and in no time at all, a flamboyant, dragon-and-phoenix-like character for “Transmigration” was slapped onto the wall!

Good… then let’s fight for it!!!

She yanked over a strip of cloth, tied it tightly around her forehead, and with a flourish opened her notebook to draft a plan!

Yes, having a plan was an essential factor in human success.

First: preparations before transmigration—

Eighteen Martial Arts Skills—!

The pen tip trembled with Minmin’s excitement, pressing down so hard it nearly tore through the paper as she wrote this grand title.

From then on, she began a hell-like, devil-style training regimen to master these eighteen skills…

Scene A:

Five o’clock in the morning, the martial arts team’s practice room:

Senior from the university martial arts team: “Huh? Am I seeing things? I think I just saw a little girl furiously pounding our sandbag…”

Martial arts team member A: “…Not your imagination. She’s been doing this for a week already. Heard her boyfriend dumped her, so she’s letting off steam…”

Martial arts team member B: “Oh? The version I heard was that she bet with her friends she’d join the next Sanda King Championship… Don’t be fooled by her looks—she’s fierce! Two sandbags have already been destroyed this month…”

Other team members C, D, E, etc.: “…chatter chatter…”

The truth:

Minmin had grabbed a coach by the collar, her face ferocious: “I’ll pay double the tuition! Teach me a way to master Taekwondo within a year!”

Coach, struggling: “Th-there’s no such way…”

Minmin: “…Burn! My little cosmos!!”

After a brief scuffle, the coach collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily: “Girl, looks like you really have talent for fighting… How about… we try the devil’s training method?”

Minmin, eyes brimming with tears: “…Master!!!”

And thus… the scene above came to be…

Scene B:

At the university library:

Librarian: “Oh… student, you can’t borrow this set of Histories of the Qing Emperors again. You still haven’t returned Emperor Kangxi and Praise and Criticism of Yongzheng, not to mention History of the Warring States and Emperor Xuanzong of Tang… Your borrowing limit is full…”

“What did you say?!”

Minmin clutched the counter, eyes bloodshot like a carnivorous beast:

“Can’t borrow?! Do you know how high the probability is that transmigration leads to the Qing court?! Based on my calculations, there’s a 54% chance it’s the Qing Dynasty! Fifty-four percent!!! Of course, the probability of landing in another world is also quite high… no no, that’s not the point… I personally am a loyal Fourth Prince supporter, so of course I lean toward Qing palace dramas… That’s also not the point… The point is, I urgently need this book!!! Do—you—understand—me—?!” teeth grinding

Terrified librarian: “I-I’ll just use my card to borrow it for you…”

And so, she left contentedly with the books in hand…

Scene C:

At a karaoke room:

Friend A burst out crying as she rushed out: “Noooo!!!! I’ll never come with you to practice singing again…”

Friend B’s hand, clutching a teacup, trembled and trembled, until finally, unable to endure anymore, he roared: “Zhao Minmin!!! Enough already!!! It’s been eight hours! Why are you only singing this one song?!!”

Minmin turned her head calmly: “You don’t know? ~ When Will the Moon Be Clear and Bright ~ is a classic must-sing piece for transmigration! …Well then, should we switch to ~ A Laugh from the Vast Sea ~?”

(Last week she sang it for nine straight hours…)

Friend C: “I… my stomach hurts…”