Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 149 I Want a Strawberry Milkshake 8

There were too many books, so Song Xianyin could only organize them slowly.

She quietly tidied herself up for a while when a boy suddenly started playfully fighting with the person in front of her.

Her books scattered on the floor.

"Sorry, I hit you." Song Xianyin blurted out, looking at the book that had landed on the shoe behind her.

She looked up and realized that Jiang Yixing was sitting at the desk behind her...

No wonder there was no one sitting behind her when she first arrived.

Now, whenever she sees Jiang Yixing's cold face, an inexplicable anger surges within her.

Jiang Yixing looked at the boy in front of her and frowned.

His mother also told him to interact more with his classmates. But what's the point of him interacting with someone whose brain hasn't fully evolved?

The boy shrank back a little guiltily and helped Song Xianyin pick up the books from the ground.

Jiang Yixing didn't say anything, but picked up the book that had fallen on the floor under his seat and put it on his own desk.

He looked at the books on the table with disdain and said coldly, "Take them away."

Song Xianyin choked up, whispered a thank you, and immediately took the book away.

Jiang Yixing quickly pulled out more than a dozen wet wipes and carefully wiped his hands and the table several times.

It was covered in dust and filthy.

Song Xianyin wiped her hands and then left it at that. She couldn't very well wipe the books again, could she? The classroom floor was much cleaner than her own home floor.

Song Xianyin's rented house was very cheap, and of course, the flooring inside was made of the cheapest tiles.

The house is fine when you first move in, but after a while, no matter how much you mop it, the tiles always look dirty.

Jiang Yixing looked at Song Xianyin, who was engrossed in doing her homework, and felt increasingly uncomfortable.

Does she only wipe her hands?

She only wiped a few books casually, without wiping all of them, and her clothes even touched the books, yet she didn't take them off.

Jiang Yixing tried his best to suppress his discomfort; he knew he had relapsed.

This condition is despicable. He's a clean freak, and he can't stand seeing others who aren't clean...

Song Xianyin listened attentively to the teacher's lecture on the podium.

The math teacher explained things very clearly. She didn't expect that this kind of class would still teach those basic things, things that the math teacher in Class 7 was too lazy to teach.

"Some students got such basic questions wrong. Those of you who didn't get them wrong should listen to this. What if you're the ones who get them wrong next time?" Teacher Lin couldn't help but sigh.

She really couldn't understand them; they could teach the difficult things, but the simple ones still made mistakes.

Song Xianyin heard a girl not far away whisper, "I was really possessed at the time, I just felt that was the answer."

After two consecutive math classes, Song Xianyin was already tired; she still had an Olympiad class to attend later.

Jiang Yixing was looking at the questions when he suddenly felt something tickling the back of his hand. He frowned and looked up.

Song Xianyin, who was in front of him, was leaning against his table, her hair hanging down naturally, with a few strands falling onto her hands.

Jiang Yixing frowned as he looked at the hair in front of him. With so much hair, it would easily trap dirt if it wasn't washed properly.

The wind blew in through the window, and her hair swayed gently in the breeze. Jiang Yixing felt his hand getting even itchier.

Jiang Yixing lowered his eyes and continued reading the questions.

Her hair was healthy and had no split ends.

"Okay, everyone, do it on your own for a while first. I'll pick a few students later to share their ideas."

The sensation on the back of her hand disappeared, and she lowered her head to start working on the problems the teacher had assigned.

Jiang Yixing stared quietly at the back of his hand, and for some reason, that strange feeling still hadn't disappeared.

The teacher's voice faded into the distance, while the cicadas outside the window continued to chirp. Jiang Yixing put down his pen and casually rubbed the test paper lightly with the back of his hand.

That strange feeling finally disappeared.

Song Xianyin thought no one would talk to her, but several girls came to greet her. They were all brought over by the girl who taught her problems in the Olympiad class.

"She's incredibly quick-witted. There are many things that Ashu and I couldn't figure out, but she came up with the ideas right away." The girl said with a serious expression.

Several girls around Song Xianyin looked at her in surprise: "Wow, Song is amazing!"

They thought she got into Class 1 by luck, because they didn't know how her grades were last time.

"Let's go see a movie together after school this afternoon," the girl smiled at Song Xianyin.

Anyway, their school doesn't have evening self-study sessions; their school is the high school in City A that lets out the earliest.

Song Xianyin smiled apologetically: "It might not be possible today, I have to go to my part-time job tonight."

The girl paused for a moment, then asked, "What kind of part-time job?"

"Go to Mixue for bubble tea."

The girl's eyes crinkled into a smile: "I know this milk tea. My friend brought me a cup of lemonade before, and it was pretty good."

"Is it good? It's so cheap! I doubt it uses any really good ingredients. I'm a little worried it might give me diarrhea." Her classmate looked at her curiously.

Song Xianyin honestly replied, "Some of them are delicious, but I don't know if they'll cause diarrhea, because we part-time cleaners are quite strict when it comes to cleaning."

She had actually seen some news about cockroaches online, but she was just doing a part-time job and only needed to focus on her own work.

Suddenly, she looked at Jiang Yixing behind her with some curiosity: "Jiang Yixing, have you tried it?"

Jiang Yixing didn't look up, continuing with his own business: "I don't drink that kind of cheap stuff."

He stopped abruptly as soon as he said it, glancing subtly at the girl in front of him, his voice a little hoarse: "I was just talking about myself."

It was as if he was adding something, but what he added didn't change anything.

Jiang Yixing realized his strange emotions, and his face immediately turned cold. Why did he add that sentence just now?

The others had long enjoyed Jiang Yixing's sharp tongue. The girl's lips twitched; he was really putting on an act.

But maybe they just think that thing is cheap.

Jiang Yixing was a little irritated. He couldn't concentrate on the words in the book at all, and he unconsciously paid attention to what they were saying.

He was disgusted by this feeling of being out of control.

Jiang Yixing took a sip of water, but his gaze involuntarily drifted to the person in front of him.

They were talking about something funny, and her eyes crinkled into a smile, her face full of laughter, seemingly unconcerned about what had just happened.

Song Xianyin thought it was quite normal for Jiang Yixing to think that way, after all, she had seen many people say the same thing online.

The girls who had just spoken to her were afraid she would be angry, so they tried to comfort her, but she really wasn't angry. She was a part-time worker, not a shareholder, and certainly not a researcher at Mixue. They couldn't imagine the resentment of a part-time worker who had to carry heavy loads every day and had back pain.

When school let out in the afternoon, a boy greeted Jiang Yixing with a smile.

"Young Master Jiang, you also find that woman annoying, right?"

Don't even think about replacing Yingying.

The boy's expression was somewhat exaggerated: "You know what? That girl goes to get bubble tea during her free time."

Was her family very poor? She had to work during high school.

Jiang Yixing glanced at him indifferently: "I know."

“Her…” The boy choked up, looking at Jiang Yixing in confusion: “Huh?”

Jiang Yixing frowned and stared at him intently: "I know."

"The milk tea she made was quite delicious."