Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 407 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 102

The boy with the bowl cut sat uneasily in the classroom, glancing outside every now and then.

Isn't he being too cowardly? He's a guy, after all.

But that older student looks so scary; the chances of him hitting him are definitely greater than the chances of him hitting Song Xianyin.

"Hey, I have a question for you." The guy with the bowl cut nudged the boy next to him.

The boy said impatiently, "What?"

"If you go out with a girl, but there's a scary guy who looks like he's going to hit you, would you walk alone or protect the girl?"

The boy looked at him like he was an idiot: "Of course you should take her with you and run. It would be too pathetic to run by yourself."

The bowl cut hairstyle fell silent instantly.

He struggled to say, "What if that girl knows that boy, and the girl lets you go first?"

"Of course we have to bring that girl along. You said that guy is scary, what kind of man would run away by himself?" The boy's voice rose a little.

He's a real man!

The man with the bowl cut quickly pulled him back: "Keep your voice down, keep your voice down, why are you talking so loudly?"

He slumped back in his chair, dejected. If word got out tonight, his reputation for heroism would be ruined.

Why didn't he think of taking Song Xianyin with him when he ran away?

The assistant teacher was doing homework on the podium when the boy with the bowl cut tried to sneak out through the back door, but was glared at fiercely by the assistant teacher.

"If some students are urinating this frequently, I suggest they have their family take them to the hospital for a checkup!"

The man with the bowl cut twitched his lips and sat back down in his seat.

The moonlight dappled the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Song Xianyin glanced to the side, but couldn't see anything clearly, only vaguely making out Fu Ci's figure.

Neither of them spoke; the only sounds were the croaking of frogs by the pond and the discussions coming from a classroom not far away.

Song Xianyin's mind was now filled with the image of Fu Ci's red eyes.

She had never seen Fu Ci like this before in her entire life.

Song Xianyin was extremely upset.

"I'll never say those things to upset you again," Song Xianyin said in a muffled voice.

She even made Fu Ci cry.

Song Xianyin was silent for a moment, then continued.

"But it's wrong of you to ignore me, and you haven't even communicated with me."

She felt she hadn't done anything wrong; her guilt stemmed from seeing her brother cry, not from admitting any wrongdoing.

"Yes, it was my fault this time, I won't do it again."

Fu Ci regained his usual calm demeanor, showing no trace of his previous behavior.

After he finished speaking, he realized that he had spoken somewhat coldly, so he added, "I will never ignore you again."

"Oh."

Hearing Fu Ci admit his mistake, Song Xianyin felt much better.

When they reached a place with light, the two tacitly parted ways. Song Xianyin walked ahead, while Fu Ci followed behind at a leisurely pace.

Watching Song Xianyin run happily towards the classroom, he felt as if a stone was weighing on his heart.

This is actually not a big deal. It's perfectly normal for classmates to travel together. It's just that too many things have happened recently, and he uncontrollably vented his bad emotions on her.

This is the most disgusting thing: not venting anger on those who cause him emotion, but venting his emotions on the people closest to him.

At this moment, the homeroom teacher of Class 19 was sitting on the podium with a depressed look on his face.

Was resigning a good thing or a bad thing for him?

Who doesn't want to be a good student? But won't being a good student bring too many problems?

He felt like he was being targeted by Teacher Zheng.

At first, he felt sympathy for Fu Ci's plight and even wanted to help him, but he didn't intend to make enemies.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

The homeroom teacher frowned. He was getting annoyed just hearing that sound. Lately, students from Class 1 would come up and knock on the door every now and then.

"Report."

The homeroom teacher stared at Fu Ci standing at the door, momentarily stunned.

"Have you signed it?"

Fu Ci nodded and handed the letter of commitment to the homeroom teacher.

The homeroom teacher glanced at the pledge and then asked him to sit down.

The other students in the class looked at him curiously, wondering what kind of promise Fu Ci had written this time.

Ever since he joined the class, he's been constantly making a fuss, and the other students in the class seem to enjoy watching the show.

The teachers in the office were sharing snacks and chatting happily about what was happening in their classes.

"Li Hao from your class is really mischievous, but he's quite fun."

"He's very bright, but he doesn't study much. If he did, he would definitely be better than those girls in the class."

"Of course. Those girls in your class are impressive now, but we'll have to see how these boys fare out there."

"Here, Teacher Zheng, would you like some?"

Looking at the fruit in front of her, Teacher Zheng shook her head with a cold face.

Fu Ci dared to provoke him in the principal's office. Did he think that because the principal was there, he couldn't do anything to him?

Seeing that Teacher Zheng's face was gloomy, the teacher next to her advised, "Teacher Zheng, why don't we just let this matter go? That child isn't that bad."

Teacher Zheng's temper flared up immediately: "What do you mean it's not that bad!"

“He complained to the principal when he was still in my class, and it wasn’t just once or twice. He never greets me when he sees me, and he never does my homework. What else could he be doing but targeting me?!”

The other teachers exchanged glances, remained silent, and changed the subject.

Teacher Zheng was so angry that she could hardly breathe: "Teacher Lin, I only respected you because you are a woman. Please think before you speak."

Teacher Lin's face immediately darkened: "What do you mean? What do you mean I should think before I speak?"

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing, the other teachers quickly tried to smooth things over.

The teacher wearing glasses next to Ms. Lin leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Why are you arguing with him? He has connections."

Unlike the teachers who got in through exams, they can just give a heads-up when they enter the school.

After evening self-study, Teacher Zheng berated Fu Ci in his own class.

"I can't control what happens in other classes, but if I see any student from our class talking to Fu Ci, they'll have to bear the consequences. What kind of good person can someone be who hangs out with someone like that!"

The students below looked at each other, speechless.

Speechless. It's already after evening self-study, and all the students from the other top classes have left, but they're still left here to listen to him vent his emotions.

Speechless second, does the homeroom teacher even have the right to meddle in students' private affairs?

While they may not like giving up, that's no reason for teachers to threaten them.

The class monitor couldn't wait any longer: "Teacher, the dormitory is about to close."

As soon as the class monitor spoke up, the other students chimed in, "That's right, teacher, we still have to do laundry."

When will this ever end?