All I remember is being bullied in the dorm, doing whatever they told me to do. I feel like I was just a wooden puppet, doing whatever they said without ever having any will to resist.

Is this what it feels like to be manipulated? Trapped in a predetermined setting for life. No wonder she ended up in this body; most likely, the original owner couldn't stand it and would rather her soul be scattered than continue being the heroine of this tragic novel, which is why she transmigrated into the heroine's body.

…

Wan Ge kicked away what was placed in front of her and looked coldly at the three people in front of her.

The three men were completely dumbfounded and stunned. After seeing what happened, they felt like they had seen a ghost. That was definitely the feeling for them. After all, how could the timid and submissive person in their memory dare to do such a thing?

Wan Ge spoke again in a cold voice: "Take what belongs to you."

After saying that, he looked at the somewhat messy bed, took out his phone and sent a message to his newly hired housekeeper, and then walked out of the dormitory.

…

Half an hour later, Wan Ge returned from outside, carrying a new quilt.

However, when I returned to my dorm room, the things I had left in front of my bed were still there.

Without saying a word, Wan Ge walked directly into the usual washing area. Less than a minute later, Wan Ge came out carrying a basin of water, climbed onto her bed, and poured the water directly onto her bedside.

Besides the original blankets, everything else that was wet was their belongings—books, shoes, and various other items. Some got wet from being on the floor, while others were splashed with water.

"What are you doing!" The person who had left their school books behind quickly got up and took them away, thinking they should try to salvage the situation as soon as possible.

The other two also went over and shoved Wan Ge, saying, "What do you mean?"

Wan Ge glanced at them and replied, "I don't like my blanket, but what's it to you if I just poured water on it? Besides, it happened on my bed, not on yours, so what's it to you?"

The dormitory is a four-person room, with two bunk beds on top and cabinets and desks underneath.

Wan Ge poured water from her bedside table, and the water only affected the spot where she was originally sitting.

"Looks like you'll get cocky if I don't teach you a lesson, huh?" One of the women raised her hand, but before the slap could land, Wan Ge flung her hand away and slapped her across the face.

Wan Ge pinched the other person's chin: "I've been too docile for too long, haven't I? You all think I'm easy to bully. I used to let you bully me, but it's different now. If you don't want to die, mind your own business and stop messing with me."

After finishing her speech, Wan Ge rolled up the mat and the quilt together, then went out with the mat and quilt.

…

When she returned, the new quilt she had placed aside had been slashed by a knife, even through the packaging bag.

At this moment, Ruan Ruan spoke up: "Sir, your phone is on the bed."

The phone was on the bed, and the angle was just right to capture the blanket. Even if it didn't capture the face, it could still capture the hands.

Ruanruan set up a surveillance video from a mobile phone perspective and sent it to Wange's phone.

"I'm so sorry, I just turned on my phone to record video and forgot to take it with me."

Wan Ge picked up her phone and looked coldly at the three people in front of her.