Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 368 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 63

With school starting in a few days, Fu Zhiyi has been helping Song Qin inventory the goods for the past two days; she has completely become Song Qin's assistant.

But Fu Zhiyi really loves this job; she especially loves things that produce real value.

Song Xianyin had already arrived at school. As soon as she arrived, her classmates swarmed around her, all wanting to ask her for a drawing.

Song Xianyin took out the paintings from her schoolbag and handed them out to the corresponding people one by one.

"Song Xianyin, do you have to draw so well? I should have had you draw a few more."

"Song Xianyin has already drawn enough, okay? If you make her draw any more, are you trying to exhaust her?"

"It's really beautifully drawn."

Song Xianyin felt that she would never forget this moment in her life.

She just loves the feeling of being the center of attention.

Song Xianyin always felt that it was okay not to study, because she felt that she was very smart and could do any kind of work.

If only she hadn't gone to school when her mother forbade it, she might have become a great painter by now.

Zheng Hao really enjoys hanging out with Song Xianyin. She likes Song Xianyin's "I don't like anyone" attitude, which she finds very cool.

But sometimes when she tries to imitate Song Xianyin, she is always told that she is annoying, which she cannot understand.

"Hey Song Xianyin, did you draw the picture I asked you to draw?"

"I've drawn them!" Song Xianyin quickly took the drawings out of a folder. "They're very well protected."

Song Xianyin was very grateful to Zheng Hao for giving her the picture book. She felt that after looking at the picture book all summer, her drawing skills had improved a lot.

Besides catching up with classmates and catching up on homework, another crucial part of the class was when the teacher began to review the exam papers and grades from the previous semester's final exams.

As soon as Fu Ci sat down at his seat, he started working on his problems, and the other students did the same.

The rankings for each subject in the final exams have been released.

Fu Ci was unaware of others' grades, but others knew every single one of Fu Ci's grades.

The homeroom teacher walked in from outside the classroom with a grim expression, holding a stack of test papers in her hands.

"I just heard you guys laughing and joking outside. What's wrong? Did you do well on your final exams last semester? None of you satisfied me."

Those nearby whispered, "Can't Fu Ci's grades even satisfy him?"

"Yes, such a high score."

The homeroom teacher said coldly, "You all did very poorly on the test. I clearly explained many of these questions before, so why couldn't you do them? Were you even paying attention in class?"

The homeroom teacher read out the scores one by one, and the students whose scores were called walked to the podium in fear to retrieve their test papers.

The homeroom teacher immediately started explaining the problem, and as he explained, he became furious: "Fu Ci is from the countryside, and he can get this score. I don't believe the other students can't do better than him."

"Ask yourselves honestly, are you all dumber than Fu Ci? Or have you practiced much less than Fu Ci? Why can Fu Ci get this score, but you can't?"

"Before the exam, I told the homeroom teacher of the class next door that our class was doing pretty well this time, since you all said 'I understand, I understand' during practice. But when it came to the exam, so many of you still didn't know the answers. Look at these questions, how many of them did I not explain?"

The other students didn't dare to speak.

The homeroom teacher looked at the students he usually valued the most, but they did so poorly on the final exam. He was both disappointed and angry.

He walked over to Fu Ci and found him doing homework for other subjects.

The homeroom teacher immediately became angry: "Fu Ci, do you even respect me? This is a math class, not some other random class!"

"Are you feeling smug because you did well on the test? Do you really not feel anything at all, seeing how tense the atmosphere is in the class right now?"

Fu Ci listened quietly to the homeroom teacher's reprimand, without any reaction on his face, which made the homeroom teacher even angrier.

"Aren't you the top student in the grade? Come on, give a lecture to everyone. Anyway, you don't need to listen to my lectures anymore, so your level must be very high!"

Fu Ci remained silent.

He couldn't understand why he always encountered some strange people.

The homeroom teacher laughed in exasperation: "Are you deaf, Fu Ci?"

Everyone else was just watching the show.

The students in the class knew from last semester that the homeroom teacher didn't like Fu Ci.

But they were also confused: why didn't the homeroom teacher like Fu Ci, whose grades were so good?

Could it be because she didn't have money to give gifts? But the homeroom teacher probably doesn't need that kind of money.

The homeroom teacher pointed at Fu Ci's head and scolded him for a long, long time.

Fu Ci paused for a few seconds, and after the homeroom teacher stormed off, he bent down to pick up the pen that had fallen to the ground and continued working on his problems.

He was different from these people; he had no way out.

He didn't care whether his classmates or teachers liked him.

Fu Ci's class was an honors class.

The math scores of the students taught by the homeroom teacher are so poor that the school leaders gave the homeroom teacher a severe scolding during today's meeting.

The homeroom teacher's mood worsened.

He sat in his office, staring at the class's report cards, his hands trembling with anger.

The teacher next to him kept comforting him.

"Don't overthink it. That's just the principal's temper. Once you improve their grades next time, he'll start treating you kindly again."

The homeroom teacher forced a smile: "Oh dear, it's not about the meeting. I'm worried about our class's grades. The principal was right to scold us, but I have no problem with the principal."

His colleague smiled and didn't call him out.

When the principal called out the homeroom teachers' names on the stage, everyone around felt that he was about to rush up and kill the principal.

He has always been someone who cares a lot about his reputation.

"Teacher Pan, your class produced a student named Fu Ci, and you're still so unhappy? If he were in our class, I would be overjoyed."

The homeroom teacher laughed and said, "If you want it, then take it."

The teacher next to him looked at him with some surprise: "Really?"

Teacher Pan shrugged: "Of course it's true. I even suspect that I'm incompatible with this Fu Ci."

"Ever since I met her, nothing good has ever happened to me. I also don't like his eyes. I feel like his eyes are always plotting something bad, so his appearance is not good."

The other teachers were a little scared: "Really? He seems like a good person to me."

The homeroom teacher chuckled, "Who knows? Let whoever wants him take him. If you really want him, just take him. I don't want this kind of student. Every time I see him, I feel unlucky."

I still remember the first time I met Fu Ci. He was supposed to submit an application for a student from a poor family, but he stood so straight and looked so indifferent.

What right does he have? He wants the school's financial aid; he's inferior to the other students.