Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 246 Please Let Me Free a Meal 15

Although Gao Zeming could see Song Xianyin every day, Song Xianyin was either tinkering with the car or on her way to tinker with the car.

In addition to practical training, Song Xianyin also had to attend academic classes, but she couldn't concentrate on any of them.

"Mr. Gao, I'll go to the garage first." Song Xianyin, carrying her toolbox, nodded politely to Gao Zeming.

Gao Zeming watched her retreating figure in silence.

The bodyguards looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Boss, if the car breaks down, just take it to the shop. Miss Song must be exhausted from coming here every day."

"Yeah, boss, don't skimp on this little bit of money."

Just because Miss Song doesn't have any connections doesn't mean we should let her come and work as a car mechanic.

At first, they thought Gao Zeming wanted to take care of Song Xianyin, but they didn't expect that he really wanted to get his hands on her skills for free.

Gao Zeming left without saying a word to them.

He has nothing to say to idiots.

The garage was a bit stuffy, so Song Xianyin towed the car to the garden after fixing it for a while.

The Gao family has dogs, but these dogs are exceptionally obedient and never run around. She's not afraid they'll suddenly rush over and snatch the parts away.

Song Xianyin's teacher was an experienced car mechanic, and she looked at Song Xianyin with increasing satisfaction.

“Although you don’t have a formal education, you now have the skills.” The mechanic sat beside her, watching her repair the car.

"If you really don't want to study, you might as well take the IELTS exam and go work abroad."

You can earn more repairing cars abroad than in City A.

Song Xianyin wondered to herself, "Is being a car mechanic abroad much better than in City A?"

Since she started repairing cars, her interest in books has diminished considerably.

That would be best if this path were truly feasible.

Song Xuanran also bought a car, and after buying it, he would hang around in front of Song Xianyin all day long.

"Look, I bought a luxury car on my own at a young age."

What Song Xuanran meant by relying on himself was actually the medical expenses given to him by Gao Zeming.

Although Song Xianyin didn't care, Gao Zeming still felt uneasy about the fact that he had broken Song Xianyin's father's leg.

Song Xianyin looked at him speechlessly: "Didn't we agree to save money? Now that you've used up all your money, don't come to me for more."

Song Xuanran snorted: "I won't."

Song Xianyin was particularly irritable.

Every day at dawn, Song Xuanran would honk his horn incessantly, and at night he would often go out racing, the sound of his cars echoing through the sky.

If she hadn't stopped him, Song Xuanran might have boasted about it to all the neighbors.

"Can you be a little more discreet? It's not unusual for people to own a car these days."

"Isn't that amazing? Are you kidding me? What kind of car is this? What kind of cars do the others drive?" Song Xuanran didn't believe it.

Under the dual pressure of Song Xuanran's honking every morning and the sound of his speeding car at night, Song Xianyin simply dismantled his car.

The next day, Song Xuanran saw a pile of scrap metal and, in a fit of despair, dragged Song Xianyin off the bed.

"You've gone too far! You've ruined my pride!" Song Xuanran cried out, shaking Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin was so sleepy that her eyelids were almost closed. She said wearily, "As long as you promise me you won't honk your horn so early in the morning and won't go out racing at night, I'll fix it for you."

Song Xuanran put her on the bed, let go of her, and said with a firm expression, "Forget it, I've already bought a motorcycle. Consider this one a gift from your brother. Sometimes two-wheeled vehicles are more fun than four-wheeled ones."

Song Xianyin stared at Song Xuanran's retreating figure in silence for a long time.

In order to get closer to Song Xianyin, Gao Zemin began to take the initiative to learn car repair.

When the bodyguards first saw Gao Zemin learning auto repair, they thought the Gao family was going bankrupt.

If the company really goes bankrupt, will the boss lay them off? Will the boss give them n or n+1?

"So, is that all?"

Gao Zemin looked at the parts on the ground with some helplessness.

He thought Song Xianyin's car repairs were so simple, but he never imagined they were so complicated in reality.

Song Xianyin patiently taught Gao Zemin, guiding him step by step, just as her master had once guided him.

However, Gao Zeming lost interest after only a few tries.

Engine oil was everywhere, making his hands a bit dirty.

Moreover, it was late autumn, and the wind was constantly blowing against his face, making him feel like his face was about to bleed.

"Miss Song, is there anywhere you'd like to go? I happen to be free these few days, let's go out and have some fun together."

Gao Zemin hesitated for a long time before finally saying those words.

He looked at Song Xianyin with some nervousness, but Song Xianyin was focused on fiddling with the parts in her hands and didn't even look up.

The atmosphere quieted down.

Song Xianyin sensed something was wrong and looked up at him in confusion: "Mr. Gao, did you say anything to me just now?"

Gao Zemin shook his head dejectedly: "It's nothing."

Getting her to notice him is a really difficult thing.

Song Xianyin looked at Gao Zemin's dejected figure and lowered her head thoughtfully.

Why did Gao Zemin react that way? Was it because he felt inferior to her?

Song Xianyin's brows gradually relaxed. She would definitely find an opportunity to praise Gao Zemin properly.

He's still a beginner, so it's normal that he can't compare to her.

During dinner that evening, Gao Zeming casually asked Song Xianyin a question.

"Miss Song, I've known you for so long, and I don't think I've ever seen you like any boy?"

Song Xianyin nodded: "Yes, I haven't met anyone I like yet."

Gao Zemin's face turned pale instantly.

Logically, he should have been happy to hear that, but why did he feel a pang of sadness?

His bodyguard patted him on the shoulder in a gesture of comfort.

Poor eldest brother.

Gao Zemin took a few gulps of water, as if trying to hide something, and then asked, "So, what type of guy does Miss Song like?"

Song Xianyin pondered seriously, "Hmm... I don't have any requirements for this kind of thing. I think it depends on whether it feels right at first glance."

Gao Zemin's heart tightened again: "What kind of person would Miss Song find attractive?"

The bodyguard standing nearby couldn't help but complain, "Boss, 'having a connection' is something that can't be explained. If it could be explained, it wouldn't be a connection, it would be a criterion for choosing a partner."

Song Xianyin smiled and said, "I can't really explain it, but I don't find ugly men attractive, I don't find stingy men attractive, and I don't find men who talk too much or who smoke attractive... Well, that's all for now."

As Song Xianyin mentioned each point, Gao Zemin silently calculated it in his mind.

Thankfully... except for smoking, though he's quit for over six months now.

He probably doesn't talk much...?

Gao Zemin gently put down his cup and said, feigning composure, "What Miss Song said is absolutely correct."