Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 158 I Want a Strawberry Milkshake 17

"Wow, that's amazing! You'd never guess that before!" Jiang Yixing clapped his hands.

Song Xianyin happily accepted Jiang Yixing's praise, and looked at him expectantly: "I can do ten pull-ups in a row."

Jiang Yixing's expression showed even more surprise: "Wow! Really?"

Song Xianyin blushed slightly and lowered her sleeves: "It's alright, I'll show you my skills next time in PE class."

Jiang Yixing nodded vigorously.

The driver fell completely silent as he listened to their conversation. Who on earth was that person who kept using exaggerated interjections?

He sounded a little unnatural, but you could tell he had practiced hard.

The driver recalled his impression of Jiang Yixing, and what he would do if someone said such things in front of him.

He would just stare at that person quietly: "Is this little thing something to be proud of? What are you so proud of?"

There's a reason why Jiang Yixing isn't popular: he doesn't like talking to others, but once he starts talking, his mouth becomes a controlled weapon.

As soon as Jiang Yixing got home, he told his family about his decision.

The whole family stared at him, completely bewildered. Xiao Jiang paused for a moment, then burst into tears that echoed through the sky.

"I don't want to! Didn't Mom tell me to rest? Why are there more teachers coming? Waaaaah!"

Mrs. Jiang looked at Jiang Yixing with some hesitation: "Son, which university did you hire as a tutor?"

This kid has actually started caring about his brother's studies; it's like the sun has risen in the west!

Jiang Yixing glanced indifferently at the child who was crying incessantly beside him.

“She’s my classmate. She’s very smart and strong. She can definitely keep this idiot in check.”

"I'm not stupid, I'm not stupid, Hao Hao isn't stupid, waaaaah!" Hao Hao cried and then collapsed to the ground.

The butler next to him tried to pick him up, but he slipped away from the butler's arms and lay down on the floor not far away.

Fat yet agile.

Mrs. Jiang was somewhat surprised: "Are your grades that good?"

This was the first time she had ever heard him praise someone.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Hao Hao cried for a while and then ran around the living room, hitting and kicking one person at a time.

Jiang Yixing found him increasingly annoying.

Madam Jiang quickly hugged Hao Hao and said, "Stop arguing, stop arguing. You're upsetting your brother again."

"Your brother cares about your studies, but you always say that your brother hates you."

Hao Hao stared wide-eyed at Jiang Yixing, who glared at him, and Hao Hao burst into tears.

"Mommy, Mommy." Hao Hao hugged Madam Jiang's neck, not daring to look at her anymore.

My brother is a devil!

After finishing his meal, Jiang Yixing went to the garden to pick flowers. He thought back to what kind of flowers Song Xianyin had held that day, and he wanted to pick even prettier ones for her.

The gardener watched Jiang Yixing from the side, hesitant to speak. She was most worried about the young master because he often sneaked in and rolled around.

Looking at Jiang Yixing, who was standing in front of her with a self-righteous attitude, she felt embarrassed to say anything.

After Song Xianyin returned home, she gave the money to her grandmother. The shop owner was going to transfer the money to her, but since she couldn't withdraw the loose change, she asked the shop owner to give her cash instead.

Grandma counted the money and smiled from ear to ear: "Your classmates are all so nice, always helping you pick up nails."

Song Xianyin yawned and responded softly.

"Songsong, why aren't you wearing those sneakers anymore? I'll wash them for you tomorrow." Grandma took a sip of bitter tea and prepared to go to bed.

Song Xianyin glanced at the shoes on the balcony and didn't care: "I don't want to wear them anymore. They've lost their shape, and my classmates will laugh at me if I wear them out."

Other people's shoes cost hundreds or thousands of dollars, but her shoes were bought online for just over sixty dollars, and they lost their shape after only a few wears.

Grandma showed her the shoes: "Where can't you wear them? They're such pretty shoes. It's okay, they'll look nice again after you wash them."

Seeing her grandmother's eager eyes, Song Xianyin was a little unhappy: "I'm not going to wear it. I'll throw it away tomorrow."

Grandpa lay on the bed, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan, his eyes barely open: "If she doesn't want to wear it, fine, but she can't be laughed at by her classmates."

Grandma frowned: "Are you kidding me? You're just going to throw away such nice shoes? I'll wash them and wear them tomorrow."

Song Xianyin paused for a moment, looking at the shoe rack next to her, and suddenly realized that her grandparents didn't seem to have worn any nice shoes either.

In summer they wear sandals, and in winter they go to the market to buy cotton shoes that cost more than twenty yuan.

Those shoes were quite warm when you first put them on, but they stopped keeping you warm after a few days, so they had to wear several layers of thick socks.

Although her family was indeed very poor, it was undeniable that what she was wearing was the most expensive thing in the family.

Song Xianyin's eyes reddened, and she went straight back to her room.

She had just lain down when her father called.

She and her father never really talked, and he always asked the same questions.

Have you finished dinner?

"have eaten."

What dishes did you eat?

"Just some meat and vegetables."

The person on the other end of the phone chuckled and then started rambling on.

"Don't think our family is inferior to anyone else. Let me tell you, whatever you want, I'll give you, you understand?" Mr. Song's voice became agitated.

“Your mother looks down on me, and your maternal grandparents look down on me too, but it doesn’t matter. Dad will work hard to earn money for his daughter.”

"You're my only daughter. All the money I earn is for you to spend, Songsong, do you understand?"

As she listened to the other person's increasingly excited voice, Song Xianyin's thoughts gradually drifted away.

My parents have been separated for so long now, it's practically the same as a divorce.

"If you want to buy clothes, go ahead and buy them. Buy the more expensive ones, you know? Dad can afford it."

"Don't buy those clothes that cost only a few dozen yuan. You're a grown woman now, buy some clothes that cost several hundred yuan."

Song Xianyin thought to herself, "If you can afford it, just give her the money. But you never give her any money. You just tell her to buy this and that. Is she going to buy it with thin air?"

Song Xianyin was supposed to be off today, but she still went to work part-time because she really needs money right now.

Will shoes that cost a few hundred yuan really make a difference in terms of feel? She wanted to try them out.

She worked part-time for about an hour when a boy in black appeared at the counter, panting.

Song Xianyin stared blankly at the boy wearing a mask.

"Didn't you say you weren't doing part-time work today?"

The music in the store was too loud, and Song Xianyin didn't hear clearly: "What?"

The boy shook his head, his voice a little hoarse: "A strawberry milkshake."

Song Xianyin nodded and skillfully made milk tea.

The boy's gaze remained fixed on her, while the manager next to him adjusted his glasses, his expression somewhat serious.

What's that brat doing?

After finishing, Song Xianyin asked, "Want to take it to go or drink it now?"

The boy stared at her blankly and said, "I don't want it anymore."

"You don't want it anymore?" Song Xianyin frowned, and asked patiently, "Why not?"

In their line of work, they encounter all sorts of people.

The boy looked a little nervous, his fingers trembling slightly, and his voice sounded like it was being forced out: "Because I like you."

"What!" the manager screamed, slamming the towel on the table.

"What are you doing? It's filthy!" a customer shrieked as he looked at the rag that had suddenly appeared on his milk tea.

Crazy!