Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 337 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 32

Fu Ci will start school a few days earlier than Song Xianyin, and Song Xianyin has been having a blast at home these past few days.

As the sun set, her friends also had to go home, and Song Xianyin could only watch them leave with longing.

"You guys are coming to visit me tomorrow!"

Song Xianyin tugged at their clothes.

She reluctantly became herself again.

Song Xianyin didn't want to go home at all. There was no one at home, and Fu Ci's room was empty. She was a little scared.

She finished her meal early and went to bed.

The old lady next door, leaning on her cane, called her name. Song Xianyin responded, and the old lady began to lock the door for her.

"Your brother wants you to sleep at my place. He called today to ask where you've been sleeping these past few days."

Song Xianyin huddled under the covers: "Then tell him I slept at your house."

She had a fight with her grandmother's granddaughter. The granddaughter didn't want Song Xianyin to stay at her house, and Song Xianyin didn't want to go either, feeling very uncomfortable.

Grandma locked the door tightly from the outside: "Did you lock it properly from the inside?"

"It's locked!"

"Don't be afraid. I've brought my old black dog to your house. It will bark when someone comes."

Grandma took the key from the lock and left, her steps unsteady.

"It's alright, if anyone tries to steal a child, the big dog will kill them..." Grandma murmured.

"This family is really terrible. They left two young children at home."

Song Xianyin looked forward to going to school every day, because then she could live in the dormitory and wouldn't have to live alone anymore.

When school started, Fu Ci asked for leave and took Song Xianyin to register.

Fu Ci noticed that although they were from the same school, their teaching buildings were very far apart.

Song Xianyin felt like she was lying in bed one second, and the next second Fu Ci dragged her onto the tractor.

She felt a little dizzy: "Big brother, did I bring too little?"

Fu Ci was sitting on the tractor reading a book when he calmly said, "Let's buy it at school."

Anyway, they sell everything there.

Song Xianyin leaned closer to look at his book, her face scrunched up, she didn't look good at all.

"Hey bro, are you getting along well with your classmates? Is high school fun?"

Fu Ci ignored her again.

Song Xianyin looked at the roadside scenery with boredom. She had seen it a million times and it was not beautiful at all.

Fu Ci took the entrance exam on the first day of school, and the results were all released on the second day. The seats in the class were also arranged according to the scores.

Several days into the new semester, he hadn't spoken to anyone except his homeroom teacher, not even his roommates.

He couldn't understand their conversation, but he could tell that they all came from well-off families. The students in the class had also automatically formed cliques, with those of similar means in one clique and the rest coming from families that weren't so well-off.

They took another bus along the way, and Song Xianyin lay on the window the whole time, looking embarrassed.

"Brother, whose feet smell awful?"

She felt like she was going to faint from the fumes.

Fu Ci remained silent, only engrossed in his book. Song Xianyin truly admired him; how could he concentrate on a book like that?

Actually, Fu Ci and Fu Zhiyi are quite similar. They are both very good at studying and have excellent grades. Could it be that she is not really from their family?

As soon as they arrived in the city, Fu Ci immediately dragged Song Xianyin to the department store.

Song Xianyin was frightened by Fu Ci's words.

Looking at the dazzling array of goods, she tugged at Fu Ci's sleeve: "Brother, the things here are very expensive."

The last time she and her mother passed by, she wanted to come in and take a look, but her mother immediately pulled her out.

"Brother, don't waste money. We need that money for food," Song Xianyin said worriedly.

How come her older brother is even worse at spending money than she is? She's afraid she'll starve to death in the future.

Fu Ci didn't say anything, but walked towards the clothing store, and Song Xianyin quickly followed behind him.

People were coming and going around, and there were many parents with children, who seemed to be buying clothes for their kids to wear back to school.

Song Xianyin had never been here before; she looked at Fu Ci in front of her.

The older brother is putting on quite a show; you'd think he comes here often. Actually, all their clothes are hand-me-downs from her uncle's kids.

Fu Ci stopped and glanced at Song Xianyin behind him, saying something to her.

But surrounded by laughter, Song Xianyin didn't understand.

Fu Ci sighed helplessly.

He bent down and looked quietly at Song Xianyin: "Tell me what you want to buy later."

"No need, brother, let's save our money for food," Song Xianyin said earnestly.

She specifically emphasized the word "eat," saying, "Brother, don't skip meals just to buy clothes; she still needs to eat."

Fu Ci was speechless. Oh well, she wouldn't understand even if she explained it to her.

He took Song Xianyin directly to a store that sells girls' clothes, and Song Xianyin's eyes lit up when she saw the clothes on the wall.

Fu Ci didn't ask Song Xianyin, afraid she would say something nonsensical again, so he just bought her a few outfits and took her to buy daily necessities.

Song Xianyin stared blankly at the bags Fu Ci was carrying.

Is this something she could possibly have?

"Big brother, did you go to sell your blood? How do you have so much money?" Song Xianyin frowned as she looked at him.

Fu Ci quietly picked out things for Song Xianyin, showing no intention of answering her.

"When your teacher asks if anyone comes from a poor family and needs subsidies, don't stand up."

"Why is it that, brother, our family isn't well-off, but the school still gives us money?"

Fu Ci looked down at the cup in his hand, his face somewhat grim: "If you say so later, just return these clothes."

"Big brother, I won't tell!"

Qingju Middle School is considered the best school in the area, with the best college entrance examination results. The government attaches great importance to this school and invests a lot in its education.

However, this school is very difficult to get into. The village has very poor educational resources, making it even more difficult to get into this school. The vast majority of children come from the city and don't need the subsidies provided by this school at all.

So when the homeroom teacher learned that someone in the class had applied for the subsidy, he was quite surprised. He couldn't even remember the faces of his classmates, so he wanted to see who this person was.

He walked into the classroom and looked around at the students in the office: "Who is Fu Ci, the one who submitted the poverty subsidy application?"

The classroom fell silent immediately.

"Are there really people so poor that they need to apply for this? Isn't this only for people from extremely poor families?"

"What is this? Our school still has this?"

"You know about humanitarian care, right? It was specially approved by the government."

The homeroom teacher slammed his hand on the desk, holding up the application form: "Who are you resigning from? Why aren't you standing up? Don't you know you submitted your own application?"

The students below scoffed, "So what if you paid? You're just standing there. You're from a poor family, but you still have some self-respect?"

"Being poor isn't scary, what's scary is being poor in spirit," the boy said, crossing his legs and trying to sound mature.

The homeroom teacher, seeing that Fu Ci still hadn't stood up, became somewhat angry: "Is Fu Ci here or not? If not, I'll..."

"Teacher, it's me."

A figure slowly stood up from the back of the crowd.

The classroom fell silent again. A few boys next to Fu Ci rolled their eyes and gestured with their fingers to the students in front of them.

The homeroom teacher said helplessly, "Then you should stand up earlier. I've asked you so many times already."

"There's nothing shameful about receiving this. You need to relax. As long as you don't steal or rob, and you study hard..."

The homeroom teacher's voice mingled with the incessant chirping of cicadas outside, making one feel restless and agitated.