Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 143 I Want a Strawberry Milkshake 2

Song Xianyin's lips twitched. Two lunatics.

Actually, that crazy man was her mission target in this world; her initial mission was to make him fall in love with her.

The first time she met Xie Yu, he was teasing his dog in a cheeky way, and then the dog bit her hard.

Xie Yu stood in front of the dog, holding the leash, his face dark, preventing it from leaving. The dog was so frightened that it tucked its tail between its legs and trembled.

Then Song Xianyin watched as Xie Yu bit the dog hard, and the dog howled loudly in fright.

Passersby were terrified by Xie Yu and quickly moved away.

Song Xianyin was so frightened that she cried and told the system that she wanted to give up the mission.

She suspected that Xie Yu had a mental problem, and in fact, her suspicions were consistently proven true.

The classroom was in complete chaos, and those two were still frantically tearing up books.

The class representative took the fragment off his head and sighed helplessly.

Xie Yu looked at Chu Jiu, who was tearing more and more pieces in front of him, and felt extremely resentful. Why did she tear more pieces than him?

Xie Yu assumed a horse stance, held his breath, and solemnly tore at his book, his hands moving as fast as a whirlwind.

In a daze, he saw a familiar name in the book. He frowned and opened it.

Then the book was placed on Song Xianyin's desk.

"Song Xianyin, I haven't returned your book, why don't you ask me about it?"

Song Xianyin forced a smile. Did she dare to ask?

Xie Yu continued tearing up books with Chu Jiu, while the other students ignored them and continued doing their own homework.

The mental state of their class is really worrying.

Song Xianyin had just transferred to the school, and at first she was afraid that she would be ostracized by her classmates.

But when she got to class, she discovered that these two lunatics ignored everyone equally.

Just as the classroom was still making a racket, a tall, slender figure stood at the classroom door.

He knocked on the door, and the class instantly fell silent. Xie Yu and Chu Jiu, their heads covered in shredded paper, looked towards the door.

The boy glanced at them calmly and started sketching something in his notebook.

"Class 7, deduct five points."

After saying that, he didn't look at them again and turned to leave.

Xie Yu scratched the back of his head: "Isn't our class in the negatives? Are there still points to deduct?"

Chu Jiu laughed and said, "Let him be stingy if he wants to. He's always showing off."

The two happily began cleaning up the trash on the ground.

"You tore it pretty well just now."

"My good friend, you did a pretty good job tearing it too."

Xie Yu swept the scraps of paper on the ground into a ball and said with a smile, "The teacher will have to help me get the books again later."

"Song Xianyin, lift your foot."

Song Xianyin reluctantly lifted her foot, while Xie Yu stood beside her with a broom, watching for a long time.

"Song Xianyin, you're working so hard."

"Does their class have to work this hard too?" he wondered, looking at the earnest Song Xianyin.

This Song Xianyin is really strange. Who in their class still studies? As long as you have money, it doesn't matter whether you study these things or not.

After finally finishing sweeping the floor, the homeroom teacher cautiously walked in through the door.

He was really exhausted from being in this class; he had to be mentally prepared for a long time every time he came to class.

He glanced at Song Xianyin, who was studying quietly in the corner, and nodded in satisfaction.

Having spent so much time in this class, he had almost forgotten what a normal student was like.

When Song Xianyin looked up, her homeroom teacher was looking at her with a touched expression.

Song Xianyin: ...

No one in the class isolated Song Xianyin, but no one also asked her to play.

The students in this class all come from well-off families, which is evident from their clothing and appearance, and Song Xianyin clearly does not belong to this category.

She could often sense that others were watching her, observing her shoes, her backpack, and her clothes. Their gazes were subtle, but to her, they were blatant.

Her deskmate is a very cute girl.

She approached her curiously: "Song Xianyin, I heard from other people that you work on weekends."

Song Xianyin nodded: "Yes, I will work in the commercial street on weekends."

My deskmate said, "Oh, then you could become a tutor. With your excellent grades, tutors can earn a lot of money, right?"

Song Xianyin smiled and said, "I'm just a high school sophomore, and many parents wouldn't feel comfortable letting me teach them."

She herself is still a student, so how can she teach others?

His deskmate nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

They're telling the truth! Song Xianyin really does work part-time at a bubble tea shop.

She was puzzled. Was her family very poor? Why would they let a little kid earn money?

They were in the science class, and Song Xianyin didn't actually do very well in this monthly exam, only ranking fifth in the whole school.

But the homeroom teacher was especially happy, as this was the first student he had ever had to achieve such a high ranking.

Song Xianyin will not have to attend classes in the afternoon anymore, because she will be going to a math competition class with several other students from Class 1.

When she arrived at the classroom, they had already started discussing the questions, and Song Xianyin quietly sat down to the side.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she always felt like someone was watching her. However, when she turned her head, the gaze disappeared.

The teacher hadn't arrived yet. Song Xianyin stared blankly at the questions in her textbook. She really wasn't interested in math, and in fact, she wasn't interested in studying at all.

However, it is easier to find a job after studying science. The school explained the employment situation to them when they chose their majors. The employment environment for liberal arts majors is really too scary.

Song Xianyin originally wanted to study philosophy in college, but the thought of possibly starving to death made her immediately give up the idea.

"Finally solved it! I knew my method would work." The girl's voice was somewhat smug.

"I think my method is better. I'll calculate it again later." The boy was somewhat unconvinced.

The teacher who taught the competition was also the homeroom teacher of Class 1, and Song Xianyin didn't know him, so she was probably the one in an awkward situation in the class.

The teacher glanced at Song Xianyin in the corner, then at the boy sitting in the last row: "Xiao Jiang, why don't you talk to this new classmate? Neither of you talks much."

The teacher's eyes were full of affection as she said, "Let the two introverted children be paired up."

Song Xianyin then noticed that there was another boy in the back row. They exchanged a glance, but quickly looked away.

She knew him; he was the one who deducted points from their class this morning. He was quite famous; rumors said he had an explosively bad temper.

Jiang Yixing certainly didn't come looking for her, and Song Xianyin wasn't the type to fawn over someone who wouldn't listen.

The two lay quietly on their desks, showing no intention of moving.

The teacher glanced at the two of them helplessly. These teenagers were really something, so concerned about saving face.

He suddenly thought of Xie Yu and Chu Jiu, who rushed onto the stage to dance during the mobilization meeting. That was youth!