Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 144 I Want a Strawberry Milkshake 3

Seeing the elderly people who refused to use the zebra crossing and instead insisted on walking in the middle of the road, Song Xianyin started to have a headache again.

"Grandpa, you should use the crosswalk. If you get hit by someone while you're using it, they won't have to pay you anything."

Grandpa looked smug: "I'm not afraid of them. Let's see if they dare to run me over."

Song Xianyin's lips twitched; her maternal grandfather was also a very outrageous person.

She tugged hard at the old man's sleeve, but he wouldn't budge and insisted on crossing the road.

The car stopped in front of Grandpa and honked, but Grandpa still walked slowly.

Song Xianyin: ...

After crossing the road, Grandpa smiled smugly: "I told you they wouldn't dare hit me."

On the other side, Grandma was still muttering about the card game she had just played, constantly cursing another old lady.

"That damn woman, she plays her cards so slowly and always uses those little tricks. I'm never playing cards with a woman like that again."

Grandma raised her voice, her face turning red with anger; she gets angry just talking about it.

People waiting at the traffic light kept staring at them. Song Xianyin felt a little embarrassed and tugged at her grandmother's sleeve: "Okay, okay, let's talk about it when we get back."

Grandpa mocked, "You're criticizing others, but you yourself aren't very good at it either."

Grandma got angry again, and she yelled at Grandpa in her dialect, louder than the car horns.

Grandma got angrier and angrier as she talked, and her insults became increasingly offensive.

She never held back when swearing, using the most offensive language possible, including vulgarities about genitals, and people on the street silently kept their distance from her.

Song Xianyin felt a little embarrassed: "Stop cursing, there are so many people here."

"Hey, there's something good here."

Before Song Xianyin could react, her grandmother jogged over and squatted down on the ground. She nudged the man's leg and said, "Hey, young man, move aside."

Song Xianyin looked over and met Jiang Yixing's gaze, who was frowning.

The green light turned on, and Jiang Yixing frowned as he glanced at the old man in front of him before turning and leaving.

Song Xianyin felt a vague discomfort in her heart; she knew that her inferiority complex was acting up again.

She was raised by her maternal grandparents and had long been used to their way of doing things, but when faced with this situation, she still had the urge to escape.

Grandma smiled and showed her the nail in her hand: "This nail is so big."

They can be saved up and sold for a lot of money.

Song Xianyin glanced at the gray-haired old man beside her and responded softly.

She could tell that Jiang Yixing was disgusted, but it was no big deal; she didn't like him either.

My grandmother's eyes are like lasers. Even though she's so old, she can spot any nail or metal object on the ground at a glance.

Song Xianyin was no stranger to Jiang Yixing. He was very famous, and many people cursed him behind his back, especially those in their class.

His classmates all said he was very arrogant and would ignore others when they spoke to him. Even though his family was very well-off, not many people talked to him.

But he probably wouldn't bother talking to others anyway.

Song Xianyin went to her competition class as usual.

To be honest, she found it very difficult, as she had never been exposed to these things before.

The competition class was selected based on her previous math exam score, which was her best score to date. It was quite a coincidence that she was selected.

The other students in the competition class didn't score much higher than her because there's only so much total score; they couldn't score much higher anyway.

"Song Xianyin, did you understand?" The teacher suddenly turned to Song Xianyin in the corner.

The other classmates also looked in her direction. Song Xianyin was stunned for a moment and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

The teacher looked at her and smiled gently: "Don't get distracted."

Song Xianyin breathed a sigh of relief; she was most afraid of being called on by the teacher to answer questions.

When she was doing her homework, the teacher walked right up to her and watched her solve the problems. Song Xianyin's mind went completely blank when she looked at the questions.

She pretended not to know that someone was standing next to her and tried to shield herself with her hand, but the teacher looked down at her directly. They were so close that they could touch foreheads if she turned her head.

Song Xianyin choked up, thinking, "The teacher in Class One is too enthusiastic!"

She glanced at her furtively, and the teacher looked at her with a smile: "Write it."

Seeing that she didn't move, the teacher began to explain the problem-solving approach to her. Her voice was very soft, but Song Xianyin listened to it immediately.

Song Xianyin felt a little guilty. Actually, she was different from the other students in Class 1. She had gotten in through illegitimate means, and she didn't know if the teacher had found out.

The teacher watched Song Xianyin's steps carefully, and after countless calculations, she finally got the result.

The teacher gently patted her head, her voice tinged with amusement: "Great job."

Song Xianyin's ears turned red instantly, and she buried her face in her hands on the table, silently working on the problem.

The teacher glanced at Song Xianyin. She had noticed this student a long time ago and would always pull up her test papers to take a look.

She is very talented, and if she receives the right guidance, she will definitely make great progress in the future.

But she seemed a little too reserved.

Jiang Yixing was sleeping soundly in the last row, completely isolated from the world.

The teacher glanced at his test paper, said nothing, and let him be.

Just then, two shifty-eyed faces peered through the window.

The windows were fogged up by their heavy breathing.

"My fog is more than yours," Xie Yu said smugly, then breathed on the window a few more times.

Chu Jiu snorted coldly: "Your breath is rather strong, isn't it? You've made the glass stink."

Xie Yu jumped up in anger: "You're talking nonsense! I don't have bad breath, you rude thing!"

Chu Jiu glanced at him, then jumped with all her might, reaching a higher point than him.

"waste."

Xie Yu was unconvinced, so he put down the large fertilizer bag on his shoulder and started to jump and yell, "Wow, are you crippled? You jump so low!"

The classroom was extremely quiet, except for the constant thumping sounds from the two people outside.

The male and female leads are also two ridiculous people; she really can't join them.

The two jumped around for a long time without a clear winner, and eventually they started hurling insults at each other and began fighting again.

Xie Yu punched Chu Jiu directly, and Chu Jiu kicked him hard in the groin. The two of them were entangled on the ground, fighting fiercely.

Xie Yu was holding Chu Jiu's hair in his hand, with a tuft of long hair floating in the air. Chu Jiu slammed her head against Xie Yu's face, leaving his face covered in blood.

This scene was utterly absurd, but surprisingly, not a single person in the classroom found it strange.

The two fought for a while, but when they ran out of energy, they pointed at each other, crying and cursing. In the end, they hugged each other happily.

They continued to press their faces against the window, their eyes fixed on Song Xianyin in the classroom.

Song Xianyin felt a chill run down her spine from their stares. She couldn't help but look out the window. Xie Yu and Chu Jiu were smiling and waving at her, their faces bruised and swollen.