Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 403 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 98

Song Xianyin had just finished eating and was sitting in her seat, lost in thought.

"The fish at school was pretty good today," my deskmate remarked.

Their school principal started out working in the kitchen, but somehow ended up becoming the principal.

But having a principal who used to be a cook is also a good thing, because he has very strict requirements for the cafeteria. In addition to cleanliness, he also wants the students in the school to be able to eat food from other places.

"There's a madman at the school gate, he's really scary." Zheng Hao sat on the podium, looking somewhat frightened.

"Oh no, he's crazy, he won't come in, will he?" The others were a little scared.

Zheng Hao played with the chalk and pursed her lips: "He seemed to say he wanted to come in, and his son, who is still in high school, was still trying to persuade him to stay."

"Did he beat someone up at the school gate?" Song Xianyin asked curiously.

"He didn't hit anyone, he just rolled around on the ground and asked his daughter for money, and then his son almost beat him to death." Zheng Hao's eyes showed some disdain.

She had gone out to buy something to eat, but unexpectedly witnessed this scene.

She really looked down on people like that; what kind of adult asks a child for money?

Song Xianyin was also speechless. How come he's just like her father?

"Why are you acting like a useless piece of trash? You have hands and feet, why don't you work and earn money yourself?"

Zheng Hao strongly agreed: "There are always ways to make money. Song Xianyin can make money at school, so it's no problem for those people to find some work outside."

It's just quite tiring.

"If I had a dad like that, I'd just run him over and die," Zheng Hao complained.

"Why did you have to run him over? It would have been better if he had just died. All he ever did was drag people down." Song Xianyin said this with genuine emotion.

In the afternoon, the homeroom teacher held a class meeting and said that there was a madman wandering around outside the school recently, and that everyone should stay away from the school gate except on Fridays.

The students below were a little scared.

"Don't worry too much, everyone. The police station is so close to our school, and there have been police officers guarding outside the school recently."

"If you encounter danger, please call for help immediately. Don't rush in on your own. Be rational."

The homeroom teacher's expression was rather unpleasant.

The madman kept talking nonsense, and the high school student hit him with an iron rod. Although he didn't die, he bled quite a bit.

The parents of the students who saw it are already in an uproar, saying that the school is unsafe and so on.

"Running away is the best option, since everyone is still young and not strong enough. But even when you have the advantage, don't kill people. Things like hitting people with iron bars or killing them with knives are absolutely unacceptable."

As Song Xianyin sat below, she listened to her homeroom teacher's words and became increasingly curious.

How crazy was that person at the school gate today?

After the homeroom teacher finished speaking, the students continued their self-study.

The homeroom teacher looked at the students below with satisfaction. Everyone was more studious this semester than last semester, and they had indeed matured a lot.

She looked at Song Xianyin, who was engrossed in her studies, walked up to her, and gently tapped on her desk.

Song Xianyin looked up and saw that the homeroom teacher had already left the classroom.

Song Xianyin followed the homeroom teacher to the office.

The homeroom teacher had a smile on her face and pointed to the seat next to her.

"How are you feeling lately?"

Song Xianyin shook her head honestly: "Teacher, I studied hard, but I feel so stupid."

Aside from drawing, she has difficulty concentrating on other things.

The homeroom teacher's smile deepened: "How could that be? The math teacher has been praising you in the office these past few days, saying that you are very diligent and can answer questions when called upon."

Song Xianyin was even more upset: "Teacher, I knew the math teacher would scold me, so I asked someone beforehand."

The math teacher would call on her to answer questions every class. She was afraid of being embarrassed if she couldn't answer, so she would prepare all the possible questions before class.

But if he makes up questions on the spot, she won't be able to answer them as quickly.

"That's great! If you prepare like this for every class, won't your grades improve quickly?" The homeroom teacher looked at her patiently.

Just then, a boy stood cautiously at the office door.

"Teacher, the headmaster wants you to sign." Under the homeroom teacher's gaze, his voice grew softer and softer.

The homeroom teacher gets angry as soon as she sees him.

Not only does he not study, but he also corrupts her class monitor.

"Give it to me," the homeroom teacher said, suppressing his anger.

"Go back and reflect on your actions. School isn't a place for dating."

"If you don't want to study, that's fine, but you can't hold Xiao Qing back. Her grades are so good, but they'll drop immediately after she starts dating you."

The boy scratched the back of his head: "Teacher, I understand."

The boy took the documents and left.

The homeroom teacher looked at Song Xianyin in front of her and smiled, "I'll move you to the vice class. Your grades are almost opposite, so you can complement each other."

Song Xianyin nodded.

As soon as she returned to the classroom, the person next to her immediately asked her a question.

"Why did the teacher want to see you?"

"The teacher told me to change seats, to move over there," Song Xianyin pointed in a direction.

The others looked at her with pity.

The first row in the middle, that's terrible.

Not only do my neck and eyes hurt during class, but I also have to answer the teacher's questions from time to time.

"I'll pray for you." Her deskmate patted Song Xianyin on the shoulder.

She was initially quite sad, but upon seeing Song Xianyin sitting in the front row, her sympathy for her outweighed her sadness.

Song Xianyin, who sat in the first row, benefited most from the smells of the teachers.

Not only the smell on my body, but also the smell in my mouth; I have to endure attacks of saliva from time to time.

Especially geography teachers.

He gets really into his lectures, so engrossed that he loses himself in the task, squeezing the book in his hands until it's unrecognizable.

The chalk clattered on the blackboard, and soon the floor was littered with broken pieces of chalk.

The blackboard was covered with diagrams, and soon there was no room left.

"Come on! Song Xianyin, wipe the blackboard!"

Song Xianyin resignedly went to wipe the blackboard. The geography teacher next to her was giving a speech, getting more and more excited and louder as he spoke.

"Students, isn't this world very interesting? You should go out and see more of the world, and not limit yourselves to this small place."

The geography teacher always puts in his best effort when writing, and Song Xianyin has already exerted a tremendous amount of effort when erasing the blackboard, but some chalk marks still remain on the blackboard.

"Come on, Song Xianyin, aren't you very good at drawing? Help the teacher draw this map on the blackboard."

The geography teacher handed her the book he was holding.

Song Xianyin resigned herself to drawing maps again, feeling like her hands were about to break.

Because he was speaking too hastily, the geography teacher choked on his own saliva.

He gulped down several mouthfuls of water until his voice was hoarse, but he still kept shouting as he continued lecturing.