Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 400 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 95

The atmosphere immediately became quiet.

The boy didn't notice Song Xianyin's unusual behavior. He continued, "Really just want to take a look? Don't you want to use it? Actually, it's not a big loss, is it? I didn't ask you to be my girlfriend, just my friend. Is that not allowed?"

"Call it."

Seeing that Song Xianyin didn't speak, he then realized something was wrong.

He looked back and saw a high school student staring at them.

The boy subtly shielded Song Xianyin behind him and nodded to Fu Ci with his chin: "Is there something you need?"

Fu Ci didn't speak, but just looked at Song Xianyin calmly, as if he wanted an explanation.

In the past, Song Xianyin would have severed ties with the person in front of her long ago, but thinking about what happened during the day, she suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Why was Fu Ci looking at her like that? Anyway, he ignored her, and neither did her mother.

No one pays attention to her at home anymore; it was like that when she was little, and it's still like that now that she's grown up.

"You know her?" The boy raised an eyebrow and looked at Song Xianyin.

“I don’t know him,” Song Xianyin said, looking at Fu Ci and enunciating each word clearly.

“It’s your time for evening self-study now,” Fu Ci finally spoke.

The boy smiled and said, "Hey high school student, is it your evening self-study time now?"

The boy straightened his school uniform.

The selection of student council members begins in junior high school, and they automatically join the student council organization in high school.

Generally, only those with good family backgrounds and good grades can be selected. In the eyes of the students at this school, joining the student council must be the most glorious thing.

"How long are you going to stay here?" Fu Ci's voice was already starting to sound impatient.

"We can stay as long as we want." The boy looked at Fu Ci with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

Fu Ci ignored him and just quietly looked at Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin's anger flared immediately when she saw his gaze. She hated the way Fu Ci looked at her.

He looked at her with that same look when she was little and always begged for meat; he looked at her with that same look when she told Song Qin she was going to school; and he looked at her with that same look every time she did something he didn't like.

Why is he looking at her like that? He's just a kid, only a few years older than her.

“Whenever you go back, we’ll go back.” Song Xianyin said.

Fu Ci laughed in anger when he heard her say the word "we".

Even the dumbest guy would know that the two of them knew each other.

He looked at Fu Ci with some wariness: "Yeah, why do you care when we go back? We're free, so don't meddle in our business."

He shoved the colored pencils into Song Xianyin's hand and said, "Song Xianyin, don't be afraid. I'm in the student council. If he tells the teacher, I'll just say we're here to study, and the teacher will definitely believe me."

His tone was somewhat arrogant.

No matter what he says, they will believe him.

"You agreed to this just because of such a piece of junk?" Fu Ci's tone was somewhat sarcastic.

Song Xianyin's face flushed red: "What do you mean by 'this thing'? This thing is very expensive, you don't know anything about it."

"Yes, this is very expensive, it's not junk!" the boy hurriedly defended himself.

"You really don't know what's good for you. Did you see the writing on it? It's all in French." The boy was afraid that Song Xianyin would also think it was junk.

“This is really good stuff.” The boy looked at Song Xianyin earnestly.

Is this older student out of their mind? How dare they slander the things he gave Song Xianyin as junk?

Song Xianyin felt extremely ashamed when she thought about how she had been itching to look at colored pencils, and then about Fu Ci's mocking expression.

She shoved the colored pencils into the boy's hand and left without a word.

The boy immediately became anxious: "Hey, Song Xianyin, this isn't junk, it's really good, I'm not lying to you. You'll know once you use it, this is excellent, my brother-in-law loves using this brand of colored pencils the most."

The boy followed behind Song Xianyin, explaining, his voice growing increasingly aggrieved, "Why do you believe everything people say? This thing looks so high-tech, do you really think it could be something bad?"

But Song Xianyin can't listen to anything anymore.

First she was mocked by Li Juan, then by Fu Ci. She felt that her day was terrible.

Fu Ci stood still, calmly watching Song Xianyin's retreating figure, his eyes unfathomable.

Fu Ci has been in first place every time after several monthly exams.

But he always had to take the exam twice more than others because every time the exam results came out, his former homeroom teacher would report him to the school.

So the first thing he did after finishing an exam wasn't to check the answers, but to prepare for the next one.

Because they couldn't take up other teachers' class time, the school arranged for Fu Ci to take exams outside of class time.

Sometimes it's around 11 p.m., and sometimes it's around 5 a.m. the day after the exam.

In addition to completing his daily tasks, he also had to deal with the obstacles that his homeroom teacher was trying to trip him up.

But even though they were bullying people so openly, not a single teacher dared to stand up and speak out.

He went to the principal, who said he would investigate, but he never did, or perhaps he didn't want to.

Outside the classroom, Fu Ci's former homeroom teacher said to the proctor with a look of disgust, "Teacher Zheng, you must proctor this exam carefully. This student is very cunning; he always uses different methods to cheat."

The proctor didn't look too good either. He should have been in bed by now, but he still had to come here to proctor the exam.

But since the other person had powerful connections, he didn't dare say anything: "Don't worry, I will definitely proctor the exam properly."

After saying that, he went straight into the classroom, where only Fu Ci was the examinee.

The proctor impatiently handed out the exam papers to Fu Ci. Although they were just a few thin sheets of paper, the sound of the proctor handing out the exam papers was louder than the sound of a pen being thrown on the ground.

He was breathing heavily, his movements were full of impatience, and the sound of handing out the test papers grew louder and louder.

"Hurry up and finish! We can all go back now," the proctor said impatiently.

What kind of karma did he create to be proctoring an exam at this hour?

Fu Ci is only starting to wait now; by the time he finishes his exam, it will be past midnight.

The proctor sat on the podium, seething with anger.