Quick Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder's Comeback in the Era Tales

Chapter 194: Chapter 194: The Duped Big Sister 8

Mr. Zhong’s face was full of anger, ”Just because of this little thing, you went outside to complain, throwing your mother and my dignity out there for everyone to trample on?”

Yuan Chun looked at Mr. Zhong in disbelief, ”Dad, in this family, I’ve endured so much unfair treatment, how can you dismiss it as just a little thing?”

”I’m almost starving, Dad, I haven’t eaten all day, aren’t you my biological father? Don’t you feel any pity for me?”

There was no pity on Mr. Zhong’s face, only indifference. ”You lost the mantou and still want to eat? In this family, if you do something wrong, you get punished. Not just today, but if you don’t bring back the mantou tomorrow, you won’t eat then either.”

Mr. Zhong turned and went inside.

Yuan Chun covered her mouth and sneered coldly.

If she wasn’t allowed to eat, fine, then no one would eat.

The Zhong Family’s assigned quarters were a standalone house, but it only had two rooms: one was Mr. Zhong and Mrs. Zhong’s room, and the other was the living room, which was divided into one large and two small sections.

The large section was the living room, with a table, a tea cabinet, and a few stools.

The two small sections: one was Zhong Guoqiang and Zhong Guohao’s room, containing a bunk bed and just enough space for one person to stand in.

The other room was Yuan Chun and Yuan Fen’s, also with a bunk bed.

However, ever since Zhong Yuanfen turned six, she was disgusted by her eldest sister’s smell and ragged clothes, and cried and protested not to stay with her.

Mr. Zhong went to the outskirts of town, bought some clay bricks from villagers, and built a small room in the yard for the original host.

It was truly small.

Not even three square meters.

After placing a one-meter-wide bed and a wooden box the original host found, there wasn’t even space to walk; the door couldn’t fully open, as it would hit the bed.

After Yuan Chun sidled into the room, she shut the door and lay on the bed.

The cramped space made her feel suffocated at times.

Yuan Chun decided to close her eyes and asked the system, ”007, can you find out if the original host is the biological child of the Zhong couple?”

”Host, you will need to investigate that yourself.”

”Alright then.”

Yuan Chun carefully combed through the original host’s memories in her mind. Besides Mrs. Zhong’s constant gaslighting of the original host, her siblings looking down on her, and Mr. Zhong’s indifference, there were no clues.

But the stark difference in how the four children were treated made it hard for Yuan Chun to believe that the original host was their biological child.

The next day, Yuan Chun got up early, boiled some potatoes in the kitchen, heated up two cakes, and snapped off a cabbage core.

Taking a bite of the cabbage core, then a bite of the cake, and another of the potato dipped in sauce, she ate with relish.

By the time she was full and content, the Zhong Family hadn’t woken up yet. She sneered, wrapped the remaining two potatoes and a cake in oil paper, put them in her school bag, and went to school.

In half a month, there would be the high school entrance exams.

Yuan Chun made the most of her time, thoroughly reviewing the middle school textbooks from beginning to end. To keep up with the original host’s grades, she took a half-price elixir of eidetic memory she’d bought after finishing the last small world.

By the time she finished reviewing the books, the class bell had rung.

Halfway through class, Zhong Guoqiang finally arrived, panting, ”Reporting, teacher.”

”Zhong Guoqiang, you’re late. Go stand at the back,” the teacher reprimanded sternly. ”With only half a month left before the high school entrance exam, you’re still late at such a critical time. Go stand for the whole morning, the class monitor will supervise.”

”Yes, teacher.”

The class monitor immediately responded.

Zhong Guoqiang, full of anger, gritted his teeth but didn’t dare to retort.

Once inside the classroom, he secretly shot a resentful look at Yuan Chun.

If it wasn’t for his older sister not cooking in the morning, he wouldn’t have been late.

It’s all her fault.