Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 152 I Want a Strawberry Milkshake 11

Song Xianyin has now gotten used to Xie Yu and Chu Jiu's personalities.

But she wasn't used to Jiang Yixing.

Looking at the tall, slender figure in front of her, Song Xianyin felt a little irritated.

This was definitely not her imagination; Jiang Yixing often looked at her with that kind of disdainful gaze.

Sometimes when she catches him, he will look away in a panic; other times he won't look away, he will just stare at her.

They act like they're really close...

After school today, Xie Yu and Chu Jiu came to find her hand in hand, very happy.

Song Xianyin knew that they were best friends again.

"We've brought you nails," Chu Jiu said with a smile.

Xie Yu handed her the nails he was holding: "We found these together."

Chu Jiu patted Xie Yu on the back with a smile: "Xie Yu has very sharp eyes, he saw it right away."

Xie Yu winced in pain and shrugged, then slapped Chu Jiu harder: "Chu Jiu is amazing too."

Chu Jiu's face darkened, and she gritted her teeth and slapped him twice on the back. Xie Yu's face also turned ugly.

Then Song Xianyin stood in front of them with a nail in her hand and watched them swing it at each other.

Xie Yu and Chu Jiu are truly a match made in heaven, a couple with a competitive spirit, and no one else can get in their way.

The two got increasingly agitated while fighting, and after an unknown amount of time, they finally stopped.

Chu Jiu looked at Song Xianyin happily: "You're welcome, you're our baby."

Song Xianyin: ...

“Right, Xie Yu?” Chu Jiu looked at Xie Yu with bright eyes.

Xie Yu slightly raised his chin and nodded: "That's right."

"Don't feel pressured, this is what we should do."

After explaining the matter, the two of them left hand in hand, skipping and hopping.

Song Xianyin took out a tissue and wiped the dust off the nails. These nails were quite heavy; her grandmother would probably like them.

Just then, a cool voice rang in her ear.

Are you going to a part-time job? I happen to be going that way, do you need me to give you a ride?

Song Xianyin paused, then looked up at the person next to her.

Jiang Yixing watched her movements quietly, his expression indifferent.

Seeing his gaze, Song Xianyin tightened her grip on the nails, instinctively wanting to hide them.

She looked at him, somewhat embarrassed and angry: "No need, we're not that close."

He must have seen her wiping the nails just now. Song Xianyin thought of Jiang Yixing's look earlier, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

Jiang Yixing's eyelashes trembled as he looked at Song Xianyin, who had suddenly become angry. He looked away and said casually, "So, are you going to walk there?"

"The place where you work part-time is quite far from the school."

Song Xianyin was so angry that she had trouble breathing. She didn't have a car, so she would definitely have to walk.

The subway and buses are so crowded now, it's faster to just walk.

Jiang Yixing is mocking her again.

The atmosphere between the two fell silent. Jiang Yixing looked at her hand and paused for a moment.

"Let me help you."

Song Xianyin frowned as she looked at him, but didn't say anything.

Jiang Yixing felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, and he continued, "Your parents can't provide you with a good environment to grow up in. If you need help, I can help you with your financial problems."

He had been observing her for a long time. She was a left-behind child; her parents were both working in other places, and only two elderly people were taking care of her.

She's still a high school student and she's already doing part-time jobs to help support her family; this will negatively impact her.

Jiang Yixing was still analyzing her situation, but Song Xianyin was so angry that she could hardly breathe.

"My family has..."

“What happens to your family has nothing to do with me,” Song Xianyin interrupted him.

Song Xianyin looked at Jiang Yixing in front of her and grew increasingly annoyed: "What exactly do you want? Are you trying to show off how good your family background is in front of me?"

Jiang Yixing's mind went blank for a moment. He moved his lips, wanting to explain.

"Can you please stop looking at me? I feel really disgusted." Song Xianyin's eyes were red with anger.

"Are you out of your mind? What do you think my family is like? Didn't you used to hate me? Just stay that way!"

Song Xianyin pushed Jiang Yixing away and left with red eyes.

She hates it when people talk about her family. She still remembers the embarrassment she felt when her classmates saw her getting milk tea.

After that person saw her, many classmates came to ask her about it.

She hated being looked at with pity, and to show that she didn't care, she started to tell people herself, because she was afraid of seeing their expressions when they found out.

Jiang Yixing stared at her retreating figure, his face pale. He pursed his lips tightly and clenched his fists to suppress the turmoil in his heart.

He seems to have... messed things up again.

Song Xianyin had lost all interest in her part-time job; she collapsed onto her bed as soon as she got home.

Grandma noticed that she was acting strangely and quickly went into the room.

"Yinyin, are you feeling unwell?"

She wanted to touch Song Xianyin's forehead, but Song Xianyin buried her face in the pillow without saying a word.

Grandpa stood at the door, frowning: "Is it because you're too tired from school? Getting up so early every morning must be exhausting."

Grandma's voice sounded a little sharp because she was anxious: "What happened? Did some classmates bully you?"

She cursed and said, "Tell me, I'll go to your school tomorrow and teach him a lesson. He's a bully even though he's in school. What a son of a bitch."

"No," Song Xianyin said sullenly.

My grandfather joked, "You're an old woman, yet you try to lecture others. You'll just get pushed over and fall down."

Grandma raised her eyebrows, looking furious: "If anyone bullies her, I will definitely kill him even if it costs me my life."

Song Xianyin felt increasingly aggrieved as she listened, and she choked out, "No one bullied me..."

Grandma touched her face and found her hand covered in tears; Grandma's eyes immediately reddened.

"No one is bullying you, so why are you crying? Did your teacher scold you?"

Song Xianyin's shoulders trembled slightly from crying. She covered her face with the blanket and broke down, saying, "Why...why is our family so poor..."

She felt her throat getting increasingly sore, and every word seemed to be squeezed out.

Her parents both said she was obedient and told her not to care about what others thought, but how could she not care?

She works every holiday and also takes part-time jobs while in school. No other high school student is like her.

The room fell silent. Grandma wiped away her tears, her voice hoarse: "Your father was ignorant when he was young. If he hadn't gambled when he was young, we wouldn't always have to rent houses here."

There are many places that don't rent to the elderly, as it's always a hassle for them to find a place to rent.

Grandpa silently smoked his cigarette, the room filled with the faint sounds of the two crying. He comforted them.

"It's okay. When Songsong grows up and earns her own money, she can buy whatever she wants. She can just buy a big villa and won't have to move around anymore."

Grandpa winked and teased her, "Songsong's grades are so good, she'll definitely be more successful than your parents in the future. When we buy a big house, we won't let them live in it."

He strained his voice, mimicking Song Xianyin's, and pointed into the air, saying, "You two are utterly useless. I rented a house when I was young, and now that you're old, you should rent one too."

Grandma laughed and patted Song Xianyin: "Don't cry. We'll chase them away. We two old folks can just pick up trash ourselves, why make you do it?"

Grandma stood up: "Alright, alright, get up and eat quickly. I cracked three eggs into your boiled egg today."

Grandpa exclaimed dramatically, "Three eggs! Will we starve to death? How are we supposed to survive?"

After this commotion, Song Xianyin's emotions finally subsided a bit.

The thought of Jiang Yixing made her feel a little depressed; she felt she had overreacted to what he had said.

But she will definitely be richer than Jiang Yixing in the future.