As Someone Cosplaying the Little Brother, There's No Way I Could Transmigrate

<A spur-of-the-moment work with no plot logic whatsoever. Don't overthink it.>

Bad news: She crossed over alone.

Good news: The group chat still works, and with friends offering advice, staying alive should be no problem.

She was happily hanging out with the group, filming a silly skit one second, then slipped and tumbled down the stairs the next. When she opened her eyes again, she was in another world.

Their eyes met. The person immediately pinned Qiu Guan to the ground. “Who are you?”

Thinking back to that brief glimpse, Qiu Guan blurted out, “Zhang Qiling.”