Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 340 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 35

Fu Zhiyi did not like life at the affiliated high school.

The affiliated high school was indeed the city school she had imagined, but she also knew how big the gap was between her and her classmates.

They were saying things she couldn't understand, and she couldn't participate in them, so she just quietly looked at her book.

"Let's go play after school," a girl laughed, nudging the person next to her. "Your deskmate, invite her too."

The man rolled his eyes slightly: "Why call her? We don't even talk to each other. Her personality is really strange."

On the first day, she accidentally wrote on Fu Zhiyi's desk. As a result, Fu Zhiyi seriously told her not to write on her desk again, and that the two of them should not disturb each other.

Is this something a normal person could do? She asked.

The table is only so big, and she didn't do it on purpose, but Fu Zhiyi just looked so serious.

"Seriously? It's only been a few days since school started, and you've already fallen out with her?"

“If you want to play with her, then you can play with her. Anyway, I don’t get along with her.”

I've never met anyone with such a strange personality.

The girl's voice wasn't loud, but Fu Zhiyi still heard it all clearly.

Fu Zhiyi gripped the pen tightly, extremely angry.

Why would she talk about her behind her back? That kind of behavior is disgusting.

She admits that she has a bad temper and is argumentative, but she never talks about people behind their backs.

After class started, the girl returned to her seat, while Fu Zhiyi held her breath the whole time.

It was a self-study period, and the class was a bit noisy. Fu Zhiyi looked at the girl next to her who was doing her homework and said, "Do you like talking about people behind their backs?"

The girl froze for a moment, her face flushing red. She stammered, "Wh...what?"

Fu Zhiyi was silent for a while before speaking, "What I said back then wasn't wrong, and you agreed, so why are you talking about me behind my back?"

The girl was both angry and embarrassed. She lowered her voice and said, "I didn't say anything. Since you heard everything, did I say anything bad about you?"

"I don't believe you've never talked about someone behind their back."

After saying that, the girl immediately changed seats and sat in another group.

The classmates around them knew that their relationship was awkward, and they all gave Fu Zhiyi a strange look.

Fu Zhiyi looked at the question, her breathing becoming rapid.

She had originally decided to get along well with them, but she really couldn't stand their behavior.

She didn't know what she had done wrong.

A short while later, the homeroom teacher leisurely entered the classroom. Looking at the empty seat, she asked, "Why is that seat empty? Where did the person go?"

The girl quickly raised her hand: "Teacher, I'm sitting here. I'm asking a question now, and I'll sit back down in a bit."

The homeroom teacher nodded in satisfaction. That's more like it.

Her gaze lingered on Fu Zhiyi. The desks of Fu Zhiyi and her deskmate were separated by a considerable gap.

She's been teaching for so many years, she knows what that means.

Fu Zhiyi is indeed a bit withdrawn.

Song Qin is always very busy every morning. She first goes to buy rice noodles for Lao Fu, then eats a few steamed buns herself, and then rushes to the factory.

Seeing her rushing around every day, the noodle shop owner couldn't help but say, "Your home isn't close to here either. Are you going to buy noodles for him to take home? Just come and eat them when he wakes up."

He's not a three-year-old anymore; you don't need to prepare everything for him just to eat noodles.

Song Qin smiled and said, "If I don't buy him the powder in the morning, he won't know when he'll get up. This way, I can get him to get up earlier."

The boss was truly baffled.

Song Qin has been here for a while now, but the boss has never seen her man.

Her husband doesn't go out to work either, saying he's in poor health, but he's not so bad that he needs to take medicine every day. Why does he need someone to buy him powder?

Is Song Qin the only one earning money in this family? He might as well stay in the countryside. Song Qin now has to support another person.

A shirtless man slurping noodles exclaimed, "This is what a good woman is like. I've never enjoyed this kind of blessing in my life."

The woman next to him laughed and said, "Then why don't you ask Sister Li to buy it for you? Let's see if she beats you to death."

The man shrank back: "Forget it, spare me. Asking her to do something for me is like asking her to die."

New people are constantly joining the factory, and Song Qin's job is different every day.

Today she's labeling bottles.

She quite enjoys doing this kind of work. Although she can't rest, it's still easier than moving wood or anything like that.

Bottles were pushed over one by one, and Song Qin sat at the low table, carefully labeling each one.

Suddenly a woman nudged her, gesturing for her to stand up.

Song Qin looked at the self-righteous woman in front of her with some doubt. This woman had arrived yesterday, and she should have been moving wood today.

Song Qin stood up, and the woman plopped down in her seat and began putting up labels.

Song Qin didn't react at first, and frowned as she looked at the woman in front of her.

The bottles on the table were soon full, and the woman urged Song Qin, "Hurry up and put these bottles back up; there's no more room."

The team leader glanced at Song Qin and continued with his work.

Song Qin hesitated for a moment, but still went to move the wooden frame.

Why is she moving wooden frames again today? She's been doing that for days.

The frame was made of solid wood and was stacked very high. A worker next to her helped Song Qin move the frame down, and Song Qin thanked the man gratefully.

Then, the process of arranging the bottles neatly on the shelves was repeated over and over again, and then the shelves filled with bottles were stacked up one layer at a time.

There were seven or eight people putting up labels, but only Song Qin was moving wooden frames. She quickly became overwhelmed, and the bottles on the table fell to the ground.

The team leader picked up the bottle, wiped the dust off it, helped Song Qin pack up the remaining bottles, and then returned to his seat.

The woman sitting in Song Qin's seat had already rested for two rounds, while Song Qin was still working, constantly bending over to move wooden frames, her back sweating from exhaustion.

Why is no one taking over her shift today? She should have a five-minute break right now.

"Song Qin, go and rest." The team leader said to Song Qin, who was covered in sweat, after returning from the restroom.

No one is moving the wooden frames anymore, and the woman is sitting there ignoring everything, just keeping her head down and sticking labels on the shelves.

The team leader picked up a bottle and patted the woman's arm: "Go ahead."

The woman had no choice but to stand up and move the wooden frame.

"What are you looking at?" the woman with her asked, puzzled.

Song Qin frowned: "Who is that woman? She just asked me to move the wooden frame. I was supposed to be putting up labels today."

"She's just trying to slack off. Who wants to move wooden frames? The men in the factory always pass the buck. Don't listen to her next time."

Song Qin was furious. She thought this woman was someone important, so confidently telling her to stand up, but it turned out she was just a worker like herself.