Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 116 That Gold-Digging Cannon Fodder Woman 4

Song Xianyin looked out the window awkwardly, fiddled with her hair, and pretended nothing had happened.

No, this website is messed up. It started making noises before she even clicked on it.

Ning Congwen smiled as he looked at Song Xianyin, who looked quite uncomfortable beside him: "Miss Song, if you have any questions, you can ask me directly."

The driver was trying to suppress his laughter, and his face turned red from holding it in.

Song Xianyin nodded dryly without saying a word.

As the car drove towards the school, Song Xianyin didn't feel anything was wrong.

Looking at the familiar scenery outside the window, she realized that she had indeed become quite famous recently.

Song Xianyin was itching to get Ning Congwen's contact information, but it wouldn't be appropriate to ask directly.

Just as the car was about to stop at the school, Ning Congwen said gently, "Ms. Song, may I have your contact information?"

Song Xianyin feigned surprise as she looked at him: "Mine?"

Ning Congwen smiled and nodded: "I've wanted to work with Miss Song for a long time."

Song Xianyin tossed her hair and very reservedly gave him her contact information.

She was surprised that things were going so smoothly and tried her best to suppress her excitement.

This is Ning Congwen, she'll definitely be useful to her in the future.

Song Xianyin got out of the car, smiled and waved to Ning Congwen, and said softly, "Mr. Ning, please take care on your journey."

The surrounding students all looked over curiously.

Song Xianyin's reputation at school was already polarized. Some people liked her a lot, while others thought she was a gold digger who was trying to climb the social ladder, but she never restrained herself in the slightest.

Looking at the friend requests that had been accepted on her phone, Song Xianyin couldn't stop smiling.

Sheng Nian suddenly appeared from somewhere and cautiously asked Song Xianyin, "Ayin, who brought you back?"

His roommates all said he'd been cheated on, but he didn't believe it.

Song Xianyin looked at him in confusion: "Why are you still looking for me? Didn't we break up?"

People who lack a sense of boundaries.

Sheng Nian mustered her courage and said, "A Yin, what you're doing is wrong. You're still young, and there are many things you don't understand."

Song Xianyin ignored his words and opened her phone, only to find that Ning Congwen had sent her a message.

[Ms. Song, is this your lipstick?]

The photo also included a picture of a lipstick lying in his palm, which looked somewhat incongruous.

Song Xianyin raised an eyebrow and typed: 【Ah! So I left it in the car. No wonder I couldn't find it.】

"Then I'll take it back to Miss Song; we haven't gone far."

Song Xianyin frowned and continued texting: 【Mr. Ning, why don't you give it to me next time we meet? I'm already in my dorm and don't want to go down.】

Who wants to take it now? She left it there on purpose.

Sheng Nian's eyes were red: "Those men in society are all bad. They all think you're a student and they'll cheat you."

Seeing Song Xianyin's absent-minded expression, Sheng Nian continued to persuade her, "Ayin, if this matter is exposed online by someone else, do you think your reputation will be good?"

Song Xianyin put her phone in her bag, narrowed her eyes, and said, "Are you threatening me?"

Sheng Nian could tell from her expression that she was angry, so he quickly explained, "No, it's not..."

“I’m telling you, Shengnian, stop posting those ambiguous posts on your WeChat Moments. They’re disgusting, you know?” Song Xianyin interrupted him.

"If you want to smear me online, then go ahead. I don't care at all. Do you want that chastity arch for money or something?"

Sheng Nian's face turned pale when he heard what she said. He had never imagined that Song Xianyin's values ​​could be so distorted, and that she could be so self-righteous.

How could she not care about her reputation? They had only broken up a few days ago, and she already had a new boyfriend, and she didn't care at all what other people thought.

Song Xianyin pushed him away and walked towards her dormitory.

These kinds of poor people are the worst to mess with. They spend the least amount of money but cause the most trouble. She'd better be careful next time.

When Song Xianyin returned to her dormitory, she was exhausted and felt sticky all over.

But there's no hot water at the school yet; we have to wait an hour.

My roommate asked, "Ayin, which part are you planning to work on?"

Endless presentations at university.

Song Xianyin took off her coat and searched for Ning Congwen's information on the computer. She casually replied, "Ah, I don't want to do it. Have you chosen someone to go up and give the speech?"

My roommate and the person next to her exchanged a glance, their eyes full of smiles.

"Ayin, do you want to go up and give the presentation? We'll make the PowerPoint." Her roommate held Song Xianyin's hand expectantly.

Song Xianyin was amused by her expression: "Okay, I didn't want to make a PPT in the first place, it's too much trouble."

A presentation can be done in a few minutes, but making a PowerPoint presentation can take several hours.

"Yeah yeah yeah!"

My roommate left happily. She'd rather spend hours doing it than go up and talk to someone—it's too scary!

On the other side, the driver was heading towards the Ning family's direction.

He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Ning Congwen looking thoughtfully at the lipstick in his hand.

"What do you think of her?" Ning Congwen suddenly asked.

The driver carefully chose his words: "Miss Song is very beautiful, but her methods aren't much better than those of the others."

He'd seen people drop lipsticks and scarves in the car countless times.

Ning Congwen chuckled softly and said nothing more.

The driver glanced at him cautiously and realized that being good-looking did indeed bring privileges; the young master was different from before.

But Miss Song is really tall. She looks like she's about 1.7 meters tall, and with high heels, she's almost 1.8 meters tall.

Even as a student, she was decked out in designer brands. As long as she wasn't too extravagant, being an internet celebrity should be enough to keep her rich for the rest of her life.

Song Xianyin had a busy day and is planning to do a live stream tonight to chat with her fans.

To be honest, she felt there was a generation gap between herself and her fans; she often couldn't understand what they were saying.

She had only been broadcasting for a few seconds when the number of viewers in her live stream exceeded 10,000.

[What the hell is this beauty filter? Turn it off right now!]

Hey Doritos, I'm talking to you! Turn off the beauty filter! Turn off the beauty filter!

The screen was filled with people turning off the beauty filters, and Song Xianyin was really scared to death by their momentum. Only after she hurriedly turned off the beauty filters did the live broadcast room quiet down.

Song Xianyin doesn't really like live streaming because she feels her fans are a bunch of lunatics.

Previously, because she rarely streamed, they reported her account, which made her apologize immediately and promise to stream once a week.

"Mom, say something."

[Baby, baby, you're so pretty even without makeup! [Drooling]]

Song Xianyin was sweating profusely as she looked at the screen full of "mothers." She really wanted to complain that they didn't have their own mothers, but she didn't dare. She knew she would be scolded to death if she said that.

She still needs them to make a living.