Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

He said that he was a little famous, but he was actually very serious.

Yan Zhao has been poor in her family since childhood and her parents died early, leaving her with nothing but this small one-bedroom house.

After attending junior high school with the help of relatives, nobody cared about her anymore.

Yan Zhaozhao was only 15 years old.

No money, no parents, no income.

Nobody told her what to do next.

Yan Zhao began to learn to be a gangster, identify a big sister, hold on to a non-mainstream washing shears, use poor quality cosmetics, make himself look like a ghost every day, how to call a large group of people to extort students near various schools to earn some living.

It's been two years.

That day was the start of school, and the elder sister took them to block a freshman girl.

The girl was white and clean, carrying a backpack, wearing a cotton dress that was washed with some discoloration, and at first glance she was a child well protected by her family and school.

Big sister asked for money, the girl held the bag alive or not, she got angry, threw her hands up a few slaps, kicked people on the ground, let a few people pressed, and grabbed the bag by themselves.

Once the zipper was open, the big sister didn't hold it, and a bunch of scattered bills spread out.

Ten dollars, twenty dollars, fifty dollars, a hundred dollars, it's not new, but it's treasured and rubbed off the wrinkles, carefully stacked together.

Press the girl's harshness to be a little stunned.

She listened to the elder sister yelling at the poor sour. The girl's ears were constantly crying out: “Please, give me back my money. This is my tuition fee for this school year...”

In the evening, the elder sister invited a dozen people to drink and drink seafood, ate thousands of yuan, but Zhaozhao shouted the girl's desperate face.

This meal cost other families a hard time saving school fees for their children.

Yan Zhao was seventeen years old. After returning, with the only remaining conscience, while everyone was drunk, he turned his sister's bag, touched thousands of dollars out, and squatted in front of the school for a week. Finally, he waited for the girl.

She stuffed the money to her, didn't wait for her to talk, turned around and ran.

It took a few days for her to find out, but she was drunk that night and fainted. She couldn't find out who did it. She scolded her and left her alone.

But Zhaozhao was bored with such a day.

She was slowly disconnected from her sister's group and occasionally had an opportunity to know that she could make money on live webcasts.

She bought a used computer with all her savings, cleaned it up in the messy living room, put two pots of flowers in the corner, put up a few stickers, looked like that in the lens, and started her own live broadcast career.

Yan Zhaozhao didn't learn any serious talent, and he didn't know what to do on the live broadcast. He chose a rather stupid method: prank.

Think of yourself as a fool and show jokes to others.

After all this mixing up for a year, there were a few fans.

Live broadcast for an hour or two each day, earning a little money a month is no problem, and a part-time job was found at a nightstand nearby. She was underage, her wages were not high, and at least her life was no problem, and she could save some money.

Yan Zhaozhao likes to save money.

She had no plans for the future, did not know what to do after saving money, but was unusually obsessed with money.

So even though this live “job” didn't make her like it, and the money wasn't much, she was fine during the day, and with the idea that she could make a little money, she kept insisting.

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Third, more.

See you tonight ~