Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 346 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 41

Song Xianyin's reputation gradually spread.

People ask her to draw portraits of their friends, and others ask her to draw birthday cards...

Most of the students in the class were not short of money, and more and more people came to Song Xianyin to have their paintings done.

Song Xianyin's brushstrokes have been working so hard lately they're practically smoking.

"Song Xianyin, can you teach me to draw? I want to draw a picture for my mother myself." A girl approached Song Xianyin.

She took out a beautifully packaged watercolor box: "Use this to paint. I don't like your coloring."

Song Xianyin was also stunned: "Teach you to draw? But I've never learned to draw."

She was afraid she would teach incorrectly.

The girl grabbed her hand and shook it: "Please, just teach me to draw, I have lots of pocket money."

She wanted to paint a picture for her mother herself, but she didn't paint it well.

"You draw a stroke and I'll follow along; we'll use this together."

Song Xianyin was very tempted by the watercolor box, but she hesitated and said, "But I've never used this before."

The girl's eyes lit up: "I know how, it's very simple, you'll definitely learn it in no time. I'll teach you how to use it, and you teach me how to draw."

The girl pulled Song Xianyin to her seat, where there was a small bucket about the size of a palm and a few watercolor pens.

“You have to teach me to draw a little bit every day. My mother’s birthday is next month, and I want to draw a complete picture.”

She added earnestly, "Song Xianyin, I have more pocket money than all of them."

Upon hearing this, Song Xianyin immediately agreed.

In addition to drawing the drafts requested by others every day, she also spends an hour teaching this girl how to draw.

Soon, Song Xianyin's wallet became increasingly bulging, and she was no longer afraid to go to the department store to buy art supplies.

But this matter quickly caught the attention of the homeroom teacher.

Song Xianyin's grades were consistently high for a while, but suddenly they have plummeted recently, and she keeps her head down during class, seemingly doing nothing.

One day, a parent came to the school cursing and complaining that a classmate had cheated someone out of money.

"Such a small painting, and it costs so much money? Are the students here to study or to scam money?!"

The girl was crying silently beside her, her face covered in tears.

The parent shouted at the classroom door, "Who took her money? Come out here right now! I want to see who's so wicked, so young, yet so cunning!"

"Doesn't your family give you money? You're here at school to make money? Get out here right now."

The classroom was completely silent, with everyone else looking silently in Song Xianyin's direction.

Zheng Hao frowned: "Auntie, if you have something to say, go talk to the homeroom teacher. What are you arguing about here? We all need to study."

She looked at her aunt's clothes; her family's financial situation was average, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

The aunt immediately got angry. She pointed at Zheng Hao angrily and shouted, "Was it you? Was it you?! Give me back the money!"

Zheng Hao was also angry; she had never been insulted to her face before in her entire life.

"What do you want? Do you even know who my father is?"

This person has really gone too far.

Seeing the increasingly tense situation, Song Xianyin stood up from her seat.

But she was pushed back down by the class monitor as soon as she stood up.

The class monitor frowned and looked at the parent: "Parent, I'll take you to see the homeroom teacher. You can pay whatever you owe."

The parent yelled, "How many cents? Who knows how much money she cheated my daughter out of? I bet she's made several dollars!"

The class monitor's lips twitched: "You must be joking. She doesn't have much money on her to be scammed."

This is getting more and more outrageous.

"Stop dawdling here! I was wondering why several dollars were missing from the house. Turns out she used them to buy this lousy painting!"

"You dare to cheat people out of money but don't dare to stand up, huh? Fine, fine, I'll stay here today and make sure the teacher can't give a lecture. Let's see if you still return those few dollars."

One student muttered under their breath, "How much is it? Is she trying to rob me?"

They're just kids, they don't have that much money on them.

If Song Xianyin really did receive that much money from her, it would be enough for her to live on for a long time.

The homeroom teacher arrived quickly and, after understanding the situation, immediately called Song Xianyin and her parents to her office.

In the office, the aunt was still cursing and swearing.

"I don't know how their parents raised them. Are they so short of money that they even cheated their classmates out of money? Shameless."

Song Xianyin retorted, "I didn't cheat anyone out of money; I earned it through my own labor."

"I bother!"

"You actually earned money through labor? Did you go to a construction site to carry bricks? Or did you go out and do business? Cheating your classmates out of school and calling that earning money through labor? I'm going to have the principal expel you!"

The aunt forcefully shoved the girl in front of Song Xianyin and yelled, "Tell me! How did she cheat you out of your money? Speak up!"

The girl shook her head, crying, "She didn't lie to me. I wanted to draw it myself, Mom. I didn't steal any money. I used my own food money..."

"You don't have any money for food! That's money I gave you, you know that?! You don't even eat, do you have that much money? So much money that you'd get scammed?"

The teacher was extremely annoyed: "Mrs. Qin, please calm down."

"Whether Qin Shiyi stole the money is still up for debate. Furthermore, whether she gave all the money to Song Xianyin is also a question. Please don't start cursing right away. This is a school, not a market."

The teacher's expression was rather unpleasant.

"If Song Xianyin really cheated Qin Shiyi out of her money, then the school will naturally punish her. But all of this needs to be investigated first, and it's not up to you to decide."

Hearing the homeroom teacher's stern tone, the aunt's imposing manner immediately softened.

"Did someone steal the few dollars from my house?"

The homeroom teacher frowned and looked at Song Xianyin: "Song Xianyin, how many paintings did you draw for Qin Shiyi, and how much money did you receive?"

Song Xianyin honestly replied, "One painting, one cent."

She really didn't rip Qin Shiyi off; she charged the full market price.

The homeroom teacher then looked at Qin Shiyi and said seriously, "Qin Shiyi, is what Song Xianyin said correct?"

Qin Shiyi had already been frightened to tears by her mother. She nodded through her tears, "I asked her to paint one."

The aunt glared at her, about to start yelling again: "Then who stole those few dollars?"

Qin Shiyi choked up and said, "Anyway, I didn't steal anything. You wouldn't even let me into your room, so how could I steal anything?"

The aunt clearly had no intention of letting Song Xianyin off the hook so easily. She looked at Song Xianyin and sneered, "Who knows if the two of you are in cahoots? You get to decide how many paintings you've done, don't you?"

"I didn't steal your money!"

"Shut up!" The aunt slapped her angrily.

Qin Shiyi's crying paused, then intensified.

The homeroom teacher quickly pulled Qin Shiyi into her arms, looking at her aunt in disbelief: "Qin Shiyi's parent, what are you doing?"