Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 399 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 94

The days just passed one by one.

No matter how hard Song Xianyin tried, her grades remained mediocre.

Effort was futile for her, which made her increasingly averse to studying.

In particular, several students in the class who did not perform well in the previous semester have suddenly become more academically gifted this semester, and their grades have improved dramatically.

The thought that someone she looked down on was now doing about the same as her in the exam made Song Xianyin feel suffocated.

Song Xianyin doesn't want to go to PE class at all now, but the math teacher isn't using PE class anymore. She misses the days when she used to study in the classroom.

The school bell had already rung, and Song Xianyin slowly walked towards the playground.

The leaves on the trees beside the fence were sparse, and fallen leaves covered the ground. Song Xianyin stepped on them, making a crisp sound.

Just then, she saw Fu Ci and a few boys walking towards her carrying a basket of basketballs.

"Happy times are always too short," a boy remarked.

"It's still a short time. It's good enough that there's physical education class. I heard that even the top classes don't have physical education classes."

"Right, Fu Ci, didn't you guys not have PE classes before?"

I never expected that Fu Ci, who usually seems like a bookworm, would be such a good basketball player.

Song Xianyin is very depressed right now, and she wants to vent to Fu Ci.

But Fu Ci didn't even glance at her and just walked right through.

Song Xianyin stood there, head down, seemingly lost in thought.

"Fu Ci, that person just now seemed to be looking at you."

Why are you ignoring her? She seems to know you.

Song Xianyin felt even more uncomfortable. Everyone around her knew that she was looking at Fu Ci, but Fu Ci always ignored her at school.

We finally had a PE class, and the PE teacher immediately increased the intensity of the training.

Song Xianyin felt sore all over after attending half a class, so she skipped the class.

Physical education classes are completely useless.

During this period, Song Qin made several phone calls home, but she didn't let Song Xianyin answer them. Song Xianyin also didn't take the initiative to say anything to Song Qin, and their relationship remained at a standstill.

Old Jiang tried to persuade this person and that person, but neither the mother nor the daughter wanted to back down first.

When Song Qin called home, Song Xianyin sat nearby, bored, and listened.

The voice was familiar, the words were familiar, but they weren't spoken to her.

Just as Song Xianyin was lost in thought, a boy suddenly sat down in front of her.

"Hey Song Xianyin, where do you live?" the boy asked, looking at her with some curiosity.

"What's it to you?" Song Xianyin's tone was not good.

The boy paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "Are you unhappy? I was just asking."

Song Xianyin kept her head down and didn't say a word.

"What's wrong with you lately? You always seem so downcast." The boy leaned against the wall, playing with the eraser on Song Xianyin's desk.

"Aren't you going to get a new eraser? Want me to give you one?"

"Song Xianyin, why haven't you been drawing this semester? I haven't seen you draw at all."

Song Xianyin didn't talk to him, so he just kept rambling on and on in front of her.

"Hey Song Xianyin, why don't you be my teacher? Will you teach me to paint?"

"Why are you so annoying? Can't you see I'm in a very unhappy mood right now?" Song Xianyin looked at him impatiently.

The boy nodded seriously: "I saw it. I was just trying to make you happy."

"I'm not happy at all, I just think you talk too much."

The boy looked somewhat aggrieved.

Why are you unhappy?

"What's it to you?" Song Xianyin retorted again.

The boy looked at her intently and said, "Isn't it okay for me to care about my classmates?"

Looking at Song Xianyin's test score, he smiled and said, "Do you want me to tutor you? It's free, no money required."

"No."

"Then I'll help you with the questions. You can ask me any questions you have."

"No."

"Is there anything you'd like to eat? Can I buy it for you?"

"What exactly do you want? I don't need your help." Song Xianyin became even more impatient.

"Song Xianyin, you have such a bad temper," the boy remarked.

If he weren't so good-tempered, he would have argued with her long ago.

Song Xianyin simply lay down on the table and fell asleep.

The boy looked up at the top of her head, his eyes crinkling into a smile. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "The homeroom teacher just praised Li Juan. Were you feeling a little uncomfortable?"

Song Xianyin immediately raised her head, her brows furrowed: "Why would I feel uncomfortable if the teacher praised her?"

The boy raised an eyebrow: "You don't like Li Juan? You have no idea how ugly your face looked when the teacher praised her just now."

The teacher called on Song Xianyin and Li Juan to answer a question, but Song Xianyin couldn't answer and was scolded by the teacher.

But Li Juan answered very well, and the teacher even told her to learn more from Li Juan.

But when he saw Song Xianyin's expression, he immediately burst out laughing.

"Why do you hate her so much? She didn't do anything to you."

Song Xianyin didn't speak, she just looked at him: "What exactly do you want?"

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to be your friend." The boy's eyes were extremely sincere.

Class 19 was particularly noisy at night, so Fu Ci often chose to come out to study and memorize during evening self-study.

Logically, this shouldn't be allowed, but the homeroom teacher knew the situation in his class, so he turned a blind eye.

He arrived at his usual spot to recite his lessons today, and after taking only two steps, he heard a familiar voice.

What are you going to do with this?

"My brother-in-law brought this back for me from abroad."

"So, it wasn't brought for me."

"Then I can give it to you, since I don't like drawing anyway."

"I don't like you." Song Xianyin's tone was somewhat serious.

The boy burst out laughing: "Song Xianyin, do you have to be so narcissistic? Giving you colored pencils means I like you."

Song Xianyin didn't want to talk to him anymore.

"Let's be friends. I'll have my brother-in-law bring back more art supplies from abroad, and then I'll give them all to you."

"Why do you insist on being friends with me? We've hardly ever spoken."

"I think you're really funny. Don't you think I'm funny too? I feel like our personalities are quite compatible."

Song Xianyin stared at the box of colored pencils. She had never seen so many pencils before, especially in a metal box.

It was printed with words she couldn't understand; it must be very expensive.

What job will she need to do in the future to afford these colored pencils?

“We have a lot of art supplies at home because my brother-in-law is a great painter. If we become friends, I can also ask him to teach you to paint.”

The boy handed the colored pencils to Song Xianyin.

"Can I take a look? But I don't want to." Song Xianyin looked at the box of colored pencils, her heart itching with desire.

She wouldn't dare accept something so expensive; who knows if he'd make her pay for it?

Just as Song Xianyin was about to take the colored pencils, she felt a gaze fixed intently on her face.

She looked up and saw Fu Ci, dressed in his high school uniform, standing next to the tree.

He held a book in his hand, his face flickering in the darkness, making it difficult to see clearly, but his eyes were staring straight into hers.