Transmigration: On the Gossip Front

Zhang Yu had made all the necessary preparations, remaining vigilant at all times. For safety reasons, she now carried a fruit knife in her bag when commuting to and from work.

If by any chance someone did attack her, at least she would have a tool for self-defense.

If it wasn’t for the need to act inconspicuously at the time, she would have very much liked to bring a kitchen knife from home; if anyone dared to make a move on her, sorry, but she would go straight at them with the knife.

The original owner was unaware of her combat capabilities, so not many people cornered her, but now her fighting prowess had spread, and who knows if the other party would make even more thorough preparations.

For example, they might hire a master, or call in more people to use the swarm strategy.

Zhang Yu pondered over these issues all night, what exactly she should do.

After all, getting herself injured was not an easy task to execute, and one wrong move could really result in severe injury.

If the injuries weren’t serious, the leadership wouldn’t give her much credit, and she wouldn’t get much recognition during the awarding of merits, not to mention there wasn’t much of a vacation period either.

Alas, just thinking about it is giving her a headache; putting up a fight is not easy. Forget it, don’t think about it anymore, Zhang Yu yawned. She couldn’t afford any more distractions.

She needed plenty of sleep now; only well-rested and in good spirits could she handle whatever troubles might come her way tomorrow.