Is Self-Redemption Really That Hard? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 13

“Lan Xu, did your friend manage to grab the classes for you?”

After a few minutes of dramatic wailing, Yan Yuanyuan leaned over and asked curiously.

Lan Xu smiled and opened the screenshot that Lu Wuqi had sent her—a perfectly arranged class schedule that immediately drew a wave of envy from her roommates.

“No way! You actually got both Professor Liu’s and Professor Wang’s classes? Lan Xu, your friend is amazing! Next time there’s course registration, can she help me too?” Yan Yuanyuan gushed, nearly drooling at the sight of such an ideal schedule.

“She got all the popular classes? How did she even do that?” Ai Jiaxin and another roommate, Zhang Huai, hurried over to look.

“Maybe their dorm’s internet speed is just faster?” Lan Xu said vaguely. She didn’t bother explaining that Lu Wuqi could already make money writing code; she probably had her own tricks for snatching classes online.

“Does she take commissions for that? I’d totally pay her to grab mine next semester!” Yan Yuanyuan said hopefully.

This semester’s schedule was already set, but there were still plenty of semesters ahead—it never hurt to plan early!

“Lan Xu, could you also ask if she takes commissions for concert tickets?” Ai Jiaxin added. “I’m willing to pay! As long as it’s not more than half the ticket price!”

Lan Xu hesitated. Then, remembering that Lu Wuqi could use some extra income, she decided to ask.

“Hold on, I’ll check with her.”

Lu Wuqi replied quickly:

Sure. If it’s for your roommates, I won’t charge for class registrations—just send me the account info and course list ahead of time. As for concert tickets, I can grab up to four at a time. Five yuan per ticket.

Within the university, course selection was a free-for-all—students from the computer science department often had little “shortcuts.” But concert tickets were a different matter; helping a few friends was fine, but mass-buying for profit was absolutely off-limits.

When Lan Xu relayed the message, the other three girls couldn’t hold back their cheers. Their favorability toward both Lan Xu and her capable friend skyrocketed, and they immediately insisted on treating them to dinner.

Lan Xu couldn’t refuse and finally agreed to meet the next afternoon—right after their shared English class.

As for tonight’s dinner, that was reserved for just the two of them.

Both Lu Wuqi and Lan Xu had strong self-discipline and impressive learning ability. Within a single day, they had already adapted to the teaching pace of Capital University professors—rare among freshmen who usually needed weeks to catch up.

By Wednesday afternoon’s English class, Lu Wuqi had already met all three of Lan Xu’s roommates, even exchanging contact info right under Lan Xu’s watchful eyes.

That evening’s group dinner went smoothly. None of them had joined any clubs or student organizations yet, so the gathering was purely for food and friendly conversation—simple, sincere, and genuine.

After half a bottle of beer, local student Ai Jiaxin became enthusiastically generous, thumping her chest and volunteering to be everyone’s personal tour guide. She promised to take them around the city over the weekend—to see the lesser-known, non-touristy sights of the capital, and to eat at the best hidden restaurants tucked away under residential buildings.

Since it was Wednesday and both Ai Jiaxin and Zhang Huai had early classes Thursday morning, the dinner started at five and ended by seven. By the time night fell, everyone had already returned to campus.

“Wuqi, should we head out a little earlier tomorrow?” Lan Xu slowed her pace, walking beside her.

“The doctor said the surgery starts at ten. How about we leave at seven?” Lu Wuqi replied.

If they took a taxi, the ride from Capital University to the hospital would take only about forty minutes.

“Okay. Let’s stop by the supermarket later and get some bread for breakfast tomorrow,” Lan Xu suggested, her tone soft and practical.

Lu Wuqi listened attentively, occasionally humming in response to show she was paying attention.

“Wuqi, the surgery will go smoothly, right?” Lan Xu asked suddenly, gripping her hand tighter.

It was strange—Lu Wuqi was the patient’s daughter, yet Lan Xu seemed even more nervous. Every time she thought about the upcoming operation, she had to take deep breaths to calm herself.

“It’ll be fine,” Lu Wuqi said softly. “The surgeon is a top expert. She’s done thousands of these operations and never failed once. My mom’s surgery starts at ten and might end a bit late. After lunch, you should go back to class.”

“It’s just an elective, I can skip it,” Lan Xu argued. “I want to stay with you. Besides, you have class tomorrow afternoon too.”

“My advisor knows about the situation and already approved my leave,” Lu Wuqi said as she stopped walking. Then, she bent down slightly and hugged Lan Xu gently.

“Xuxu,” she murmured, “just wait for my message, okay? Even if it’s only an elective, skipping the first class could make a bad impression on the professor.”

“But,” Lan Xu wanted to protest, but Lu Wuqi cut her off.

“It’s just a minor operation,” Lu Wuqi reassured her. “Once it’s done, I’ll text you right away. Worst case, we’ll spend the weekend keeping my mom company.”

“Alright. But you’re not allowed to hide anything from me.” Lan Xu finally relented.

Lu Wuqi smiled faintly. “I promise. I’ll update you the moment I know anything.”

As for the rest—she would come clean about everything else in due time.

The Next Day

Aside from a ten-minute traffic delay, everything went exactly as planned.

Although she didn’t say it outright, Lu’s mother visibly relaxed when the two girls arrived to accompany her through the final pre-op checks.

A little after nine, the nurses helped her change into surgical clothes. She was then settled onto the operating table and wheeled into the room for anesthesia.

Buzz—Buzz.

Barely half an hour after the “In Operation” sign lit up, the sound of a vibrating phone broke the waiting room’s silence.

“Not mine,” Lan Xu said, pulling out her phone to check.

“Not mine either,” Lu Wuqi replied.

Following the sound, Lu Wuqi quickly found the vibrating phone in her mother’s handbag.

When she saw the caller ID—Landlord—her expression shifted slightly. She stood up at once.

“Xuxu, wait here. I’ll take this call.”

Lan Xu had also caught a glimpse of the screen. Guessing what it might be about, she simply nodded and didn’t ask further.

“Hello, this is Lu Wuqi.”

She stepped into the emergency stairwell before answering.

There was a short pause on the other end, then a man’s voice: “Oh, Xiao Lu? Where’s your mother?”

“She’s busy right now. Did you need something?” Lu Wuqi’s tone was calm, her face unreadable.

She did a quick calculation. Yesterday should have been the rent payment date.

If the landlord was calling now, it could only mean one thing—the rent hadn’t been paid.

And if her guess was right, the money her mother had given Lu Fu for that purpose had probably been gambled away. Worse yet, likely lost in one of those rigged games designed to make him lose everything.