Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 247 Please Let Me Free a Meal 16

Because of what her master had mentioned last time, Song Xianyin made a special effort to find out more about it.

She discovered that the reality was quite different from what she had imagined.

I thought I could make a lot of money doing auto repair without learning anything, but that only applies to a small percentage of people.

Moreover, ordinary auto mechanics have to work overtime, which she absolutely hates.

So, Song Xianyin prepared to apply for graduate school again; she decided to stick to her studies.

Since you can't handle the hardship of working overtime, then you should handle the hardship of studying. At least you'll have more job options in the future, and you'll have a greater chance of finding a job that doesn't require overtime.

Mr. Song, having somehow heard that Song Xianyin was learning auto repair, launched into a tirade on the phone: "It's so shameful for a girl like her to be learning car repair! Does she have any regard for my reputation or the Song family's reputation?"

Song Xuanran turned on speakerphone, munching on sunflower seeds as he lazily said, "Isn't it because auto repair is profitable? If you don't want her to learn it, just give her the money, then she won't have to learn it."

After a moment of silence, Mr. Song snorted coldly, "That won't do."

“My money can only be left to you. You are the only heir of the Song family. Your sister will get married sooner or later. Giving her that money is just giving it to someone else. It’s not worth it.”

Song Xuanran rolled his eyes: "If you don't have money, you don't have money. Don't bring this up. It's not like you gave me a lot of money."

When he was a child, he never gave him a penny for school meals, but now he's lecturing him on grand principles.

At this time, Song Xianyin was attending classes at the Gao family home.

At first, she wanted to invite a teacher to come to her home to give lessons, but her home environment was so poor that she was afraid the teacher wouldn't like it.

During this period, the Gao family would come to pick her up before dawn. She would start studying early every morning and not return home until very late at night.

The Gao family's nanny felt sorry for her and would always have the chef cook lots of delicious food for her.

“Ms. Song, please don’t push yourself too hard. My daughter’s school had a student jump off a building last month.”

“Young people these days face too much pressure, but there are still many opportunities. Don’t be discouraged if you don’t succeed the first time,” the nanny said worriedly to Song Xianyin.

"Thank you, Auntie." Song Xianyin said, forcing herself to stay awake.

sleepy.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out at the door of the room.

The nanny glanced at the door and smiled, saying to her, "It must be the master returning. Miss Song, you can continue learning for now. I'll come and call you when it's time to eat."

Song Xianyin had become somewhat numb from studying, and she nodded with difficulty.

The hardship of studying is not something just anyone can endure.

A little while later, Song Xianyin went downstairs to eat, but she didn't see Gao Zeming.

She asked with some doubt, "Mr. Gao, aren't you going to eat?"

The nanny hesitated for a moment, then said, "Miss Song, please eat first."

"Mr. Gao is jet-lagged and is too tired from work. He needs to sleep a little longer."

The more Song Xianyin thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.

She went to find Gao Zeming immediately after finishing her meal.

She stood at the door of Gao Zeming's room, hesitated for a moment, and then gently knocked on the door.

The room door was quickly opened by the bodyguard.

After Song Xianyin entered, she immediately saw several doctors in the room.

They were bandaging Gao Zeming's wounds with serious expressions.

Gao Zeming was covered in blood, and the wound on his chest was still bleeding. His eyes were closed, his face was extremely pale, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

"Miss Song," the bodyguard called out softly.

Gao Zeming seemed to sense something. He opened his eyes and was stunned to see Song Xianyin standing by the door.

He forced a smile at Song Xianyin: "Miss Song, how did your studies go today?"

Gao Zeming had a frightening number of wounds on his body.

He noticed Song Xianyin's gaze and subconsciously covered his eyes with his hand.

His eyes crinkled into a smile: "I look a little ugly like this, don't I?"

Song Xianyin didn't say anything, and Gao Zeming thought she was frightened, so he explained, "She won't look ugly in a few days, and you'll find her more pleasing to the eye."

He also remembered that she had no interest in ugly men.

The atmosphere in the room was somewhat heavy; apart from Gao Zeming's joking voice, there was no other sound.

Seeing Gao Zeming like this, Song Xianyin's eyes immediately reddened.

In her mind, Gao Zeming had always been someone she could handle with ease; she never imagined that such a person could resemble a wilted cabbage.

Even at this moment, he was still comforting her.

Song Xianyin sat beside him, watching him quietly.

Gao Zeming would occasionally turn his head to glance at her.

He covered his face with his hands.

This is unbelievable! Before she came, he didn't feel any pain in his wound, but after she came, he felt unbearable pain.

He looked at Song Xianyin, his tone somewhat pitiful: "Miss Song, could you sit next to me? I feel a little pain."

Song Xianyin paused for a moment, walked to his side, took his hand, and gently comforted him.

The scene of the doctor treating the wound was very bloody. Gao Zeming was afraid that Song Xianyin would find him disgusting, so he said to her, "Miss Song, why don't you go out and rest for a while? I'm not in pain anymore."

Self-esteem can heal pain.

Song Xianyin shook her head silently: "No need."

Looking at Song Xianyin's worried face, Gao Zeming joked, "Miss Song, do you know why I got injured today?"

Song Xianyin looked at him.

Gao Zeming had intended to make a joke, but once the wound was disinfected, the pain caused his mind to go blank, and he couldn't think of any jokes at all.

His expression contorted for a moment, then he quickly composed himself.

He asked softly, "Miss Song, do you really hate men who have smoked? What if they've quit smoking? If it's a man who has quit smoking, can you not hate him so much?"

A series of questions.

Gao Zeming said haltingly, "I encountered a pervert a few days ago. He kept harassing his neighbor, so I beat him up."

"He tried to argue that he was love-struck and that he just loved his neighbor too much. Then I got angry and beat him up."

"What do you call being love-struck? She's not even dating him."

"I hate people who are obsessed with love the most in my life."

Gao Zeming's voice was somewhat weak.

"But... but even when I thought Miss Song was love-struck, I never disliked her."

Seeing this, the doctor couldn't hold back any longer and said, "He just needs to rest for a month or two. He's not going to die."

The two held hands, one speaking with red eyes, the other listening with red eyes; anyone who didn't know better would think Gao Zeming was about to die today.

Gao Zeming choked up: "Could you please not interrupt? I'm talking to Miss Song."

He finally managed to get his thoughts out, but was interrupted again.