Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 147 I Want a Strawberry Milkshake 6

A sound suddenly came from the doorway. Jiang Yixing glanced outside and only saw a corner of a garment.

The teacher sighed, "Alright, then I won't force you."

Class 7 was extremely lively at this moment.

Chu Jiu's face turned red with anger: "Aren't you disgusting? Are you kidding me? This is my pen!"

Xie Yu was extremely embarrassed, and he shouted, "So what? Didn't I give it back to you?"

Chu Jiu threw a pen at him: "Are you dead? This pen is covered in your teeth marks! Are you crazy?!"

Xie Yu retorted angrily, "What's wrong with me biting my pen when I'm thinking? So many people bite their pens, why are you the one who's going to scold me!"

Enraged, Chu Jiu threw the book hard at Xie Yu's face, leaving a shallow bloodstain.

"Damn it, this is my pen. If you want to bite it, bite your own pen."

Xie Yu grabbed the English dictionary next to him and smashed it over Chu Jiu's head. He yelled, "I didn't have a pen, did I? If I had a pen, would I have bitten yours? This pen is so lame!"

The boy next to Xie Yu quickly stopped him, saying, "Alright, alright, stop arguing."

Xie Yu got angry when this was mentioned: "Who do you think you are? I was just trying to sleep and you were the noisiest one. The sound of your mouth is worse than a crow singing."

The boy's face immediately turned ugly. He had kindly tried to mediate the fight, but Xie Yu treated him like this.

Xie Yu continued to direct his anger at Chu Jiu, saying sarcastically, "Still wearing a little skirt? With your bow legs, people will think there's something wrong with your legs."

Chu Jiu was so angry that she threw all of Xie Yu's books on the ground. She was panting and said, "You surnamed Xie, what kind of good stuff do you think you are? With your skinny, chicken-like figure, no one would want you even if you were a bottom."

Xie Yu's face was gloomy, and Chu Jiu's face was flushed with anger. The two glared at each other fiercely, like enemies.

The class monitor stood on the podium, helplessly covering his face.

She'd really had enough of these two. They were still students, and their family was a scholarly family, so how could they swear so rudely?

The two of them pointed at each other and hurled insults at each other for an hour, using the dirtiest and most vulgar language possible, which made the other students in the class feel a little embarrassed.

How could they use such vulgar language, even more so than the older generation...?

In the end, it was the homeroom teacher who stopped the fight.

When he arrived at the classroom, Xie Yu was standing on the leftmost table, Chu Jiu was standing on the rightmost table, and the student in the middle was helplessly covering his head, like a prisoner in jail.

The homeroom teacher looked at the scene in the classroom and sighed deeply. Those who didn't know them would think they were in Florida.

He took their hands and patiently tried to persuade them.

Their expressions finally softened a bit.

The homeroom teacher was so exhausted that she was covered in sweat, and by the end her voice was hoarse.

"Don't worry, teacher, I'll organize both of our books." Xie Yu smiled at Chu Jiu.

Chu Jiu's eyes crinkled into a smile: "Xie Yu, I'll buy you more pens so you can chew on them slowly."

Xie Yu smiled and shook his head: "No, I'm going to bite you."

Chujiu:......

head teacher:……

The homeroom teacher choked up and quickly pulled Chu Jiu back from her temper again: "Alright, alright, stop arguing, you two are best friends."

The homeroom teacher sighed deeply as he watched the two students start picking up their books the next second.

Finally, the school bell rang to signal the end of the afternoon.

Song Xianyin felt so tired that she could barely walk.

She is exhausted and hungry, but she still has to work part-time at the bubble tea shop.

The roads were completely jammed with cars, and some drivers with short tempers had already started swearing.

As Song Xianyin walked down the street, she suddenly saw a child huffing and puffing as he walked past her.

The child was only as tall as her knees, and the two of them were struggling to carry a tin trash can that looked bigger than her.

The child of the noodle shop owner near the school, she can often be seen doing her homework at the table in the shop after school.

But whenever guests arrive, she immediately puts down her pen to help greet them.

The children in these shops almost all grow up like this; although they are young, they already have to shoulder the heavy responsibilities of the family.

The child's face turned red from holding it in, and in the end, he could only drag the trash can along.

Song Xianyin glanced at the filthy trash can, a hint of disgust flashing across her face.

The child was struggling to drag the trash can when she suddenly realized that the trash can on her body felt lighter.

She looked at Song Xianyin, who was carrying the trash can for her, with a blank expression.

Song Xianyin didn't look at her and quickly picked up the bucket and dumped the contents into the nearby trash can.

The child ran around her happily, saying, "Thank you, sister! Thank you, sister!"

Song Xianyin didn't say anything and handed the dirty bucket back to her.

She walked back to the main road and found that the traffic was still congested. The driver who had been cursing earlier was too tired to continue cursing and could no longer make a sound.

Song Xianyin felt someone watching her again. She frowned, turned around, and saw Jiang Yixing on another road.

He leaned against the car, glanced at her briefly, and then quickly looked away.

When Song Xianyin saw Jiang Yixing, she felt inexplicably angry.

It drizzled a little in the afternoon, and the air was a bit humid. Song Xianyin hated this sticky feeling the most.

Her hands still had dirt from carrying the trash can, and her hair was sticky on her face; she must have looked extremely disheveled.

Song Xianyin's face grew increasingly grim, so much so that even Jiang Yixing, who was not far away, could feel her rejection.

Mrs. Jiang stared at Song Xianyin by the roadside for a moment, then asked curiously, "Son, is that girl your classmate?"

The car was finally able to move. Jiang Yixing responded softly but didn't say anything.

Madam Jiang glanced at Song Xianyin thoughtfully.

“That female classmate seems to really dislike you, son. How could you be so unpopular?” Mrs. Jiang sighed.

Jiang Yixing lowered his eyes. If he disliked someone, so be it. He didn't need anyone's approval, especially not someone as bad at math.

Song Xianyin was in a bad mood while working part-time. She was really annoyed by Jiang Yixing. She hated his arrogant attitude.

Song Xianyin's resentment frightened the manager. He didn't dare to joke with her all night, for fear that she would vent her anger on him.

Seeing Song Xianyin smashing lemons and making a loud banging noise on the counter, the manager quickly went to the front desk.

"Hello sir, what can I do for you?"

The manager wiped the sweat from his forehead as he looked at the man dressed in all black in front of him. The one behind him who was hammering lemons was scary enough, but the one in front of him was also quite frightening.

"A strawberry milkshake, please."

The manager tentatively looked at Song Xianyin behind him: "Little Song, why don't you do it?"

Last time, someone complained that their strawberry shake milkshake tasted different, which resulted in him being fined. He dares not take over again.

Song Xianyin glanced at the all-black man in front of her, and felt even angrier.

She felt the same way about the man in black as she did about Jiang Yixing.

"Xiao Song, you're not coming tomorrow, right? Let me see who can fill in for you." The manager looked at his phone.

The man in black paused upon hearing this. He looked at Song Xianyin, who was handing him the milk tea, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Another cup, please."

Song Xianyin paused for a moment, then continued to shake the milk tea for him.

Drinking so much ice so late at night.