Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 343 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 38

It was dark when Song Xianyin sat on a chair in the school's grove, lost in thought.

"Did you even listen to me?" Fu Ci's cold voice rang out from the side.

He frowned as he looked at her, lost in thought even when people were talking, wondering how long she could concentrate in class.

Song Xianyin swatted at the mosquito in her hand and frowned: "Big brother, why did you pretend not to know me during the day? My classmates all say we look a bit alike."

Fu Ci completely ignored the question: "Take this box of milk back with you and drink it; it'll help nourish your brain."

Song Xianyin choked up, wondering why she was being secretly insulted again.

“Brother, I think we need to plan how to use the money Mom gave us. It seems like we don’t have enough money for food to buy milk,” Song Xianyin said seriously.

She was genuinely scared. She noticed that even those in her class who were better off than her didn't seem to be eating as nutritiously as she was.

Fu Ci sighed: "It was given to me by someone else."

"who!"

Fu Ci was silent for a while: "The money comes from the family where I work. Don't always worry about food expenses. I know what I'm doing."

"Brother, didn't you stop going to the construction site?"

“I found a new job, teaching that family’s kids how to fight,” Fu Ci said.

This was entirely a coincidence.

A few days ago, he saw some students in junior high school uniforms bullying an elementary school student. He helped out and then got pestered to teach the kid how to fight.

Moreover, that family was very supportive, giving him more money in a week than he used to earn in a month on the construction site.

"Brother, you can keep it for yourself. This is hard work for you, and I don't like drinking it." Song Xianyin squatted on the ground, pulling up the grass next to her.

Fu Ci glanced at her slightly damp hair: "Next time, dry your hair before coming down."

"Brother, you have to teach people how to fight and also study, so you can drink by yourself."

"Keeping your hair wet all the time can cause headaches."

The two of them were talking past each other, and not a single sentence matched.

Fu Ci was really not used to this kind of occasion. If Song Qin hadn't been absent, he probably would never have said these words to Song Xianyin in his entire life.

Since there were no adults at home, he naturally had to take on this responsibility.

“I’m leaving. Tell me if you need anything.” Fu Ci paused for a moment, then emphasized, “when there’s not much people around.”

"Brother, I'm actually a little embarrassed to drink," Song Xianyin said honestly.

She used to steal his meat.

Fu Ci shoved a notebook into her hands: "Take a look and see if you find it easy to use."

He noticed that they all used these kinds of notebooks when they drew.

Seeing that Song Xianyin remained silent, Fu Ci frowned: "You stay here by yourself. Don't come crying to me if you can't get into the dormitory later."

"Thank you, big brother," Song Xianyin said dryly. "I will take care of you when I grow up."

She still prefers the old Fu Ci who never spoke at home, ignoring everyone and just burying himself in his own things.

The current Fu Ci made her feel a little unfamiliar and a little embarrassed.

The relationship between the children in their family was different from that of other families from a young age. The three of them could actually sense this subtle difference very early on and were always wary of each other.

How come everything suddenly became normal once I went to the county level?

Song Xianyin carried the milk back to her dormitory.

Zheng Hao heard the door open and secretly observed the milk in Song Xianyin's hand.

Her eyes widened when she saw the logo on the packaging.

"Song Xianyin, you're back! I was so worried you might be in danger."

Song Xianyin paused for a moment, then shook her head: "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

Zheng Hao straightened up and sat on the bed: "You bought this sketchbook too? Do you really like drawing?"

"Well, it's okay."

Song Xianyin didn't know if she liked painting, but she liked the surprised expressions and envious tones of others, which made her very happy.

She wasn't particularly good at academics, but when she drew, her teachers and classmates would praise her, and she enjoyed being praised.

Because people kept praising her, she kept drawing. A few days ago, she was drawing in math class, and the teacher even praised her for being a great artist.

"Your family must have spent a lot of money raising you," Zheng Hao exclaimed.

Painting is expensive; besides having talent, you also need to hire a professional teacher.

She had studied for a year and spent a lot of money, but still hadn't produced anything worthwhile, so she switched to learning to dance.

She was becoming increasingly curious about Song Xianyin's background.

Chen Cuicui looked enviously at Song Xianyin, who was taking a tub to take a bath. They were both so amazing, with good family backgrounds, and they could dance and paint. They were completely different from her.

Zheng Hao's gaze met Chen Cuicui's in the corner, and Zheng Hao rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Chen Cuicui was startled and shuddered.

Zheng Hao was even more speechless: "What are you doing hiding there all day? You look like a ghost."

Chen Cuicui whispered, "I'm a little sleepy, so I stood up to read."

Zheng looked at the book in her hand and realized it was a math book.

Her lips twitched: "If you're sleepy, just go to sleep. Why are you still reading?"

She really couldn't understand Chen Cuicui. She was always timid and avoided people. Was she a rat?

Chen Cuicui's voice was trembling with tears: "But I didn't understand what was taught in class today, so I'm afraid to sleep."

"You just sit there reading the book without moving your pen or doing any calculations. Did you even understand it?" Zheng Hao had never met anyone like this before.

Chen Cuicui shook her head: "I will understand."

"Chen Cuicui, use your brain, okay? You think you can understand those words just by looking at them? Don't worry, even if you stand there for a hundred days, you still won't understand them."

They haven't even learned much yet, so how come they can't understand it? How can someone like Chen Cuicui get into their school?

Chen Cuicui's tears fell instantly: "Zheng Hao, how can I understand it?"

She cherished the opportunity to come to this school, but it seemed that she really couldn't keep up with their pace.

Zheng Hao said impatiently, "Go ahead and ask! Ask your teacher or classmates! You don't know the answer yourself, what's the point of looking at it for so long?"

He always stood there with a long face, like a door god.

"But I didn't dare ask. I was afraid everyone would think I was stupid..."

"Your concerns are valid. You're really stupid, and you're also too concerned about saving face. Stupid people shouldn't care so much about their pride, okay?"

Chen Cuicui looked at her hesitantly: "Zheng Hao, can you teach me? I saw that you can answer every question in math class, and a lot of people in the class copy your homework."

Zheng Hao raised an eyebrow and held out his hand: "Give it to me."

Chen Cuicui finally said something she wanted to hear.

She looked at where Chen Cuicui was pointing and complained, "How come you don't even know this?"

Chen Cuicui whispered, "I didn't understand when the teacher was explaining it, and it seems like he didn't explain it either."

"He definitely wouldn't explain it. It's such a basic thing. He probably didn't expect that someone wouldn't even know this."

Chen Cuicui fell silent and quietly looked at the contents of the book.

"I really don't know how to explain something this simple. Let me show you the formula, and you can see which step you didn't understand..."