Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 251 Please Let Me Free a Meal 20

"Mr. Gao, you've been staying here all this time, don't you need to work?"

Song Xianyin looked at him with some curiosity.

Gao Zeming would come to the school to see her whenever he had free time, either when she didn't have classes or during lunchtime.

Gao Zeming choked up, paused for a moment, and then said, "My work here isn't very important, and I just wanted to take this opportunity to relax."

Song Xianyin nodded knowingly.

That's true. Mr. Gao was so busy when he was in China, but now that he's abroad, he doesn't have to take care of many things himself anymore.

"By the way, Mr. Gao, are your injuries any better?"

Gao Zeming was stunned for a moment, almost forgetting about it.

He used to think he was almost healed, but ever since Song Xianyin left, his wound seems to have suddenly stopped hurting.

Perhaps it was because no one cared about his wounds like Song Xianyin did anymore; with no one to comfort him, he naturally stopped feeling the pain.

"Mr. Gao, do you feel that the garden suddenly feels much more empty?"

Gao Zeming didn't understand what she meant and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Song Xianyin smiled and said, "Didn't I always fix cars in the garden before? Now that I don't fix cars there anymore, you have more space."

Just as Song Xuanran said, the whole room felt empty after she left.

Gao Zeming felt immense pain whenever he thought about that day.

He shook his head and said in a low voice, "I don't feel any emptiness at all; on the contrary, I feel very lonely."

Gao Zeming's answer was so honest that Song Xianyin didn't know what to say for a moment.

She said dryly, "Doesn't the Gao family have quite a few people?"

The housekeeper was always exhausted and cried out in despair every time he received his salary, because there were just too many people.

"But I miss you."

Gao Zeming blurted it out subconsciously.

Gao Zeming looked at him in surprise, his face turning bright red: "No, no, that's not what I meant!"

He waved his hands repeatedly, explaining incoherently, "I misspoke! I didn't say I missed you, I was just joking! I didn't say I liked you, we're just friends!"

The atmosphere became tense for a moment.

Seeing Gao Zeming's agitated state, Song Xianyin quickly comforted him, "I know, I know, Mr. Gao, it's normal to make a slip of the tongue. I understand you didn't mean it that way. I know you consider me a friend, and so do I."

Back home, Gao Zeming was so angry he could hardly breathe when he thought about what he had just said.

Was he out of his mind? How could he say something like that!

Why not just do it all at once? And then say you made a mistake.

Gao Zeming kept reassuring himself, "It's okay, it's okay, everything is for the best."

She's so busy right now, she hasn't gotten used to many things yet.

Confessing now would definitely bother her. It's okay, he's okay...

Gao Zeming successfully coaxed himself to sleep.

After Song Xianyin returned home, she immediately received a call from Song Xuanran.

As soon as the call connected, Song Xuanran's cheerful voice came through: "Song Xianyin, is it already dark where you are? It's still broad daylight here!"

"Tell me quickly, has anyone bullied you? If anyone dares to bully you, I'll stab them with voodoo dolls until they die!"

Song Xianyin couldn't help but laugh: "Can this kind of witchcraft even be used for cross-border curses?"

Song Xuanran said matter-of-factly, "What else can we do? We live under the same sky, so we can at least curse a little, right?"

Afterwards, Song Xuanran cried for a long time on the phone, saying that he felt very lonely during the time Song Xianyin was away. He even cried at the end.

Song Xianyin was extremely surprised.

Song Xuanran usually fakes crying, but this time it turned out to be real.

While he was crying, Song Xianyin silently pressed the record button so she could play the recording the next time they argued.

By this time, news of Song Xianyin going abroad to study had spread throughout the entire village.

Of course, the one who spread the word was Song's father.

"Oh dear, you can't say that!" Mr. Song said with a smile while playing cards. "Since the child is capable of studying, we'll sell everything we own to support her education!"

"I've worked hard all my life, just so my children can have a better life. Of course I support her!"

A villager nearby exclaimed, "Going abroad? How much money would that cost?"

Mr. Song said with a smile, "No matter how much money I spend, it's all for my own child. Money spent on my daughter is nothing! I don't expect her to be rich and powerful in the future, I just want her to be happy."

“Look, my daughter loves reading! She’s loved learning since she was little. We didn’t have the money to support her before, but now that I have the money, of course I want to support her!”

At this moment, a woman wearing an old sweater sneered, "Old Song, I'm not trying to be mean, but you're so poor yourself, where did you get the money to send Song Xianyin abroad to study? You're not going to take all the credit for someone else's work again, are you? This isn't the first time you've done this."

Mr. Song's face darkened, and he retorted, "What do you mean by 'taking credit'? I raised them all these years, if I don't deserve credit, don't I deserve credit for my hard work?"

He paused, then his tone became even more aggressive: "Your son didn't even get into university. Are you jealous of our family?"

The two started arguing on the spot, while other villagers watched the spectacle, pretending to mediate, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

The weather here is much warmer than in City A.

Winters in City A are always cold and damp, but here, even in winter, the sun is often shining brightly, making people feel warm and cozy.

"Boss, when are you coming back? You're not really going to stay there with Miss Song forever, are you?"

The bodyguard called Gao Zeming, his tone sarcastic.

Has the boss gone mad? He always criticizes others for being love-struck, but he thinks he's the one who's love-struck.

Gao Zeming's lips twitched, and he muttered, "What nonsense are you spouting? I really have something to do here."

The bodyguard curled his lip, disbelieving.

The eldest brother is now exactly like those love-obsessed people.

During class, the teacher paid special attention to Song Xianyin.

After all, she was the only Asian face in the class.

Several Black girls, fearing she would be bullied, always included her in their group projects.

They had also experienced racial discrimination, so they were more able to empathize with Song Xianyin.

"Song, have you been understanding the lessons these past few days? Should we adjust your speaking speed?"

The teacher walked up to Song Xianyin and asked with concern.

Song Xianyin shook her head and smiled, "Thank you, teacher. This speaking speed is alright for me."

She could sense that the teacher had tried to slow down her speech.

She had overheard the teacher and other students talking at a pace that resembled a machine gun.

In fact, she sometimes couldn't understand what the girls next to her were saying.

Their voices had a unique rhythm and they spoke quickly, almost giving the illusion of singing.

However, she's gotten used to it.

The more you hear it, the more you'll gradually understand it.

Aside from those few white boys who were always racist, Song Xianyin is very satisfied with her current life.