Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 339 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 34

Zheng Hao cursed at that girl all night, but stopped the next day.

Because that girl was their class monitor, she entered junior high school with the highest score in the county, and she had relatives working in the education bureau.

After learning all this, Zheng Hao immediately calmed down and would take the initiative to greet the girl when he met her.

Song Xianyin observed Zheng Hao; Zheng Hao's expression changed so quickly.

The school's pace is incredibly fast; classes started on the very first day.

Song Xianyin was drawing while lying on the table.

She really doesn't want to go to class; she's really not suited for it. Why do people have to go to class anyway?

She wanted to go to the mountains to dig for wild vegetables.

Chen Cuicui sat in front of Song Xianyin. She was very attentive in class, writing down every sentence the teacher said in her book.

Song Xianyin glanced at her several times, wondering why she had to rewrite parts that were already in the book.

After only one morning of classes, Song Xianyin already had a headache; it was so painful.

She heard a familiar voice not far away.

"This is too easy! I learned it during the summer vacation. Didn't you guys learn it?" Zheng Hao looked at the people around him with some pride.

Her mother specially found her a teacher, and her deskmate's smile seemed somewhat forced.

Can she find a different deskmate? She really can't stand Zheng Hao anymore.

Every time she took notes, Zheng Hao would look at her with a puzzled expression and say, "Do you have to write this down too? Didn't we learn this many times in elementary school?"

"You don't know this either? I feel so sorry for you. Didn't you learn it beforehand?"

What's so pitiful about not knowing these things? Aren't you learning them now?!

Zheng Hao's deskmate simply lay down on the table and ignored her.

Out of sight is pure.

Zheng Hao had been observing her classmates. Good, she was considered to be in a pretty good position in the class.

She craned her neck to look at Song Xianyin not far away. Her paintbrush was a bit expensive, but not the most expensive. Her mother had bought her the most expensive paintbrush.

This Song Xianyin dares to be mean to her, even though her family is only slightly better off than hers.

The class monitor seems to be very familiar with the homeroom teacher. The homeroom teacher tells her everything and even jokes with her.

Zheng Hao bit her lip. She would apologize to the class monitor when she got back to the dormitory, because she was afraid the monitor would make things difficult for her later.

She glanced at Chen Cuicui, who was constantly taking notes, and snorted coldly. Her family was very poor, and the shoes looked a bit too big, making a clattering sound when worn, which was quite ugly.

"Song Xianyin, your nose is so beautiful," a girl next to her couldn't help but say.

She had been watching her for a long time.

Song Xianyin was taken aback for a moment, then touched her nose shyly: "Thank you, your nose is beautiful too."

"Which school did you go to before? I've never seen you before." The girl leaned forward and looked at her.

Song Xianyin didn't know what to say; her older brother told her not to say anything.

“My previous school wasn’t very good, so I didn’t really want to talk about it,” Song Xianyin hesitated for a moment.

The girl nodded in understanding. She knew which school it was—the expensive one, the one full of troublemakers.

"It's okay. You're here now that you've been accepted into this university. You're not the same person you used to be," the girl comforted her.

Song Xianyin couldn't understand what the girl was saying. There were many primary schools in the village, but there was only one.

Song Xianyin didn't sleep well last night. As soon as get out of class ended, she lay down on her seat and fell asleep. In her dream, she heard people exclaiming in surprise.

Suddenly, she felt someone touch her.

She looked up, bewildered. Several girls were standing around her, discussing the painting on her desk.

They saw Song Xianyin wake up and remain quiet for a while.

"Did you draw this? It's so beautiful. Have you studied it?" one of the girls asked somewhat shyly.

"I taught myself," Song Xianyin said with some pride.

She is really talented. In elementary school, her teachers often gave her paintings scores in the nineties, and no one in the class got a higher score than her.

"It's really beautiful! Did you come up with this yourself, or did you print it out and draw it?" Other girls also gathered around.

“I don’t need to print it on; this is all my own idea.” Song Xianyin frowned.

"Wow, that's amazing! It looks so good!"

Song Xianyin felt even more smug inside, but she didn't show it on her face. "Thank you."

"Could you draw one for me?"

"I want me too!"

"Please draw one for me too, please."

Song Xianyin's face fell immediately: "I don't want to."

"Why?"

“I only want to draw what I want to draw. I’ll feel pressured if I draw for you. What if you don’t like what I draw? You’ll criticize me again.” Song Xianyin said with a serious expression.

It's not like this hasn't happened before.

She had previously helped someone in the village with a drawing, which took her several days, but the person said that her drawing was not good at all and that she did not take it seriously.

She was angry for several days and vowed from that day on never to draw for anyone else again.

The girl continued to plead with Song Xianyin, but Song Xianyin had always been someone who responded to force but not to gentleness, and her attempts to charm her were completely ineffective.

"I do not want!"

Seeing that they couldn't persuade Song Xianyin, the girls stopped talking about it, but they kept talking and wouldn't leave.

A girl was very curious about Song Xianyin.

"Your cup is so pretty! Is it from that shop on the third floor? I saw this cup yesterday."

"I don't know, my older brother bought this for me." Song Xianyin said, lying on the table.

Why aren't they leaving yet? She's really sleepy.

"I just saw you sleeping in class. What time did you go to bed last night?" Another girl leaned on Song Xianyin's desk, looking at her.

Song Xianyin looked at the face so close to hers and lifted her head off the table.

"I forgot, but I went to bed quite late."

Several girls crowded around Song Xianyin, making her feel like she was being squeezed flat.

She couldn't help but push him away: "Don't push me, I'm about to suffocate."

Several girls burst out laughing when they heard her speak: "You're so funny! Where do you live? Do you want to go out and play together during the holidays?"

"I know a shop that sells really nice cups. Don't you like cups?"

“I don’t really like cups,” Song Xianyin couldn’t help but retort.

When did she say she really liked cups?

"I want to sleep." She glanced at them.

Several girls nodded like chicks pecking at rice: "Then go to sleep, we won't disturb you."

Song Xianyin continued to lie down and sleep, but she could sense that the girls hadn't left.

Suddenly, she felt her head being gently touched, and a moment later, someone gently poked her face.

Song Xianyin, who was lying on the table, choked up. Didn't we agree not to bother her?