Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 341 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 36

After eating and drinking his fill, Lao Fu sat on the balcony basking in the sun.

The air quality here is quite good.

He suddenly realized that he had been here for a while and hadn't gone out for a stroll yet.

Old Fu immediately got up and changed his clothes, tidying his hair with water.

He walked downstairs leisurely, his hands behind his back.

The children on the street looked at him with some unfamiliarity, and Old Fu smiled kindly at him: "Where did you go to play?"

The child clung to the old man's leg, looking somewhat frightened.

The old man smiled at Lao Fu and said, "You're a coward."

"You live in this building too?"

Old Fu nodded: "The one on the fourth floor."

The old man suddenly realized: "Song Qin, right? You're her man."

Old Fu frowned when he heard this form of address. Why were the people here so rude in their speech?

What do you mean he's Song Qin's man? I've never heard anyone say that. Hasn't he always been someone's woman?

Old Fu emphasized, "Yes, Song Qin is with me."

The old man didn't understand what he meant, but smiled and nodded, then took the child with his schoolbag and left.

Old Fu felt a tightness in his chest; what this old man said was a complete challenge to his pride.

What does it mean that he is Song Qin's man? Is he implying that he is being kept by Song Qin?

He should be glad he's older now and has a much better temper; if he were younger, he would definitely have a good talk with him.

There were many people playing cards outside the noodle shop, and even those who weren't playing were watching with great interest.

Old Fu squeezed in with his hands behind his back. He stood behind an old lady, frowning as he looked at his cards.

He clicked his tongue: "Such a good hand, it's a pity I don't know how to play it."

There were too many people around, and no one noticed what he was saying.

No one paid any attention to Lao Fu, and for a moment Lao Fu's face twisted in disbelief.

He glanced at the people around him, then silently stared at the cards in the old man's hand.

The old lady started arguing with the person opposite her. Old Fu, who was watching from the side, became more and more speechless and sided with the person opposite her, speaking up for the old lady.

"It's normal for things to go wrong if you play so slowly. Stop arguing."

Old Fu, with a stern face, said in a gruff voice, "Why can't you even play cards according to the rules?"

The old lady was furious. It was one thing for the people across from her to bully her, but this sickly guy next to her dared to talk back to her.

"You son of a bitch, what are you doing, me playing cards and you're making such a fuss over there? You look so poor and pretentious, acting all high and mighty. I've played more cards in my life than you've slept in."

The older generation always speaks very directly when they talk about these things, and Lao Fu's face turned frighteningly dark.

"What are you talking about? Don't you know any manners?"

Seeing that Lao Fu still dared to talk back, the old lady slammed her hand on the table in anger: "You sickly wretch, you look like a dead man, you can't even move in bed, are you going to die young? You dead man, don't you even know who I am? You dare to talk to me about rules!"

Old Fu was so angry from being scolded that he turned red in the face and couldn't say a word back.

The moment he opened his mouth, the old woman's curses grew louder and more offensive, ranging from the clan to the grandchildren, from his appearance to his fertility—she used every filthy and offensive imaginable tactic imaginable.

Old Fu suffered a crushing defeat in this battle, and by the end he could no longer keep his composure and could only slink away in disgrace.

The noodle shop owner, cracking sunflower seeds and crossing his legs, remarked, "This old lady is really in good spirits; most people can't out-argue her."

The person next to him laughed and said, "He was amazing when he was young, so it goes without saying that he'll be even more amazing when he gets old."

The boss looked at Lao Fu's retreating figure, somewhat puzzled: "Who is he? I don't recognize him at all?"

“That man of Song Qin, didn’t you see him that night?”

The boss glanced at him sideways: "That was so long ago, who still remembers?"

"She doesn't look that bad in health. I thought her husband was disabled."

The school mandates a lunch break, and there are people checking; every student must rest their head on their desk.

But Song Xianyin doesn't like to sleep on the table because it makes her feel bloated, and she feels uncomfortable all afternoon from the bloating.

She was drawing quietly, and when someone checked her drawing, she immediately lay down on the table.

Just as she was engrossed in her painting skills, someone suddenly knocked on her table.

Song Xianyin immediately lay down on the table and stopped moving.

The homeroom teacher looked at Song Xianyin's head with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. She picked up Song Xianyin's drawing and examined it closely.

"You learned this in elementary school?"

Song Xianyin raised her head and said somewhat awkwardly, "I haven't learned it."

I doubt anyone feels completely at ease in front of a teacher.

The homeroom teacher looked at Song Xianyin, who was playing with her hands with her head down, and lowered her voice: "You need to rest at noon, otherwise you won't have the energy to attend class in the afternoon. The math teacher said that you closed your eyes during class yesterday."

Song Xianyin nodded somewhat awkwardly.

She thought the math teacher hadn't noticed. When she opened her eyes, she made eye contact with the math teacher standing on the podium, but the math teacher didn't say anything.

Unexpectedly, she told the homeroom teacher in private!

"Stop drawing, lie down and take a nap now."

The homeroom teacher stood on the podium, looking at the students below.

She can't even take a nap, while these students have the chance but don't take it. They're still so young.

There's no requirement for afternoon naps in the high school section; very few people sleep in the classrooms, most are doing practice problems.

And even if you sleep, ten or fifteen minutes is enough, since you'll still be sleeping during class anyway, especially in Chinese class, where almost the whole class is just "fishing" (i.e., taking naps).

The homeroom teacher was extremely frustrated. Not only was he a Chinese language teacher, but he also never listened to the first two periods in the afternoon. The students would close their eyes as they listened.

As soon as get out of class ended, the whole class collapsed.

Besides resigning.

He never saw him sleepy.

The homeroom teacher didn't like Fu Ci. He was too aggressive, and he hardly participated in any class activities and rarely interacted with others.

He couldn't understand Fu Ci, which made him feel that he couldn't control Fu Ci.

It is very dangerous for a teacher to be unable to control a student. Such a person may be okay most of the time, but they are prone to doing extreme things in special circumstances.

He tried to talk to Fu Ci, but Fu Ci was very wary and he couldn't get any information out of him. He could only call Fu Ci's parents to find out about Fu Ci's situation.

However, it is clear that Fu Ci's parents do not really understand Fu Ci. They cannot answer many questions and can only tell him that Fu Ci is obedient and will not do bad things.

This gave the homeroom teacher a huge headache.

Song Xianyin lay on the table, her mind filled with what happened in the cafeteria at noon today.

The high school students eat lunch earlier than the girls. She finally managed to run into Fu Ci, but he acted as if he didn't see her and turned away.

Is it because she doesn't do well in school that her older brother feels ashamed to have a younger sister?