Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 148 I Want a Strawberry Milkshake 7

After Song Xianyin sat down, she looked at the man in black.

"Would you like to shake it yourself, or should I shake it for you?"

The boy in front of her spoke in a somewhat cold voice: "Help me shake it."

"Would you like it to go?"

"Need not."

At that moment, he was the only customer in the store. Song Xianyin suddenly realized that there seemed to be hardly anyone in the store every time he ordered.

"Two strawberry milkshakes." Song Xianyin handed the milk tea to the boy.

The milk tea was a bit cold to the touch, and when he took it, he was accidentally chilled and instinctively let go.

Song Xianyin caught it steadily, and their hands briefly touched. The boy recoiled as if he had been electrocuted.

Song Xianyin: ...

What a weirdo.

The boy took the milk tea and suddenly asked, "Are the ingredients the same every time you make it?"

Song Xianyin nodded: "Of course."

The boy lowered his eyes and didn't say anything more, sitting quietly in a corner of the shop and drinking.

There are lots of ice cubes in the strawberry shake milkshake, and all the toppings are stuck to the ice. Sometimes he can drink it all in one go.

He sat quietly in his seat, waiting for the ice in his two strawberry milkshakes to melt.

It must be almost closing time now, the boy thought, looking at the two people busy inside the shop.

He frowned as he watched Song Xianyin washing the machine at the counter. The ingredients were exactly the same, so why did the food taste different?

The manager, grimacing, picked up a box of things, but after only a few steps, he was standing there panting.

Song Xianyin wiped her hands and helped him carry the box inside.

She looked extremely tired, with sweat on her forehead, breathing softly, and her cheeks were flushed.

He turned his gaze away and looked at the ice block in front of him, which had almost melted.

Her strawberry smoothie tastes better than everyone else's.

The last exam was not just a test; it was also an opportunity for students in the regular classes to advance to the top class.

Twice a year, if a student in a regular class performs better than a student in a first-class class, one student from that first-class class will be eliminated.

But this has never happened before.

"Ah, I don't want you to leave, I'm really going to cry, sob sob sob." The girl hugged the classmate next to her, her eyes brimming with tears.

One boy complained, "I heard she's in Class 7. I wonder if she's the kind of person who likes to bully others. Wouldn't it be better for her to stay in her own environment?"

The boy next to him chimed in, "That's right, we've been with Yingying for so long, how can she just be squeezed out like that?"

Even before Song Xianyin arrived, people had already begun to have a bad impression of her.

The atmosphere in Class One was somewhat heavy; they had never imagined that someone could actually push their classmates out of the class.

Yingying cried so hard she could barely breathe: "I don't want to leave. The teachers and students in other classes are definitely not as good as those in our class."

The homeroom teacher looked at the students below with a headache: "Don't cry, everyone. As long as you want to learn, you can learn anywhere."

"Our school's teachers are all excellent, so don't think that the teachers in other classes are bad."

The best resources in the entire school are almost all given to Class 1 of each grade, but this is the most prestigious school in City A, and the other teachers are not to be underestimated either.

The homeroom teacher walked over to Jiang Yixing.

"Jiang Yixing, are you and Song Xianyin in the same Olympiad class?"

Looking at Jiang Yixing's indifferent expression, the homeroom teacher was also very worried.

The school keeps telling him to pay more attention to Jiang Yixing, what more can he do?

He'll check on the new classmate later and see if he can get her to help Jiang Yixing become more outgoing.

He had previously asked other classmates to sit with him, but after only one day, those classmates cried and said they wanted to switch back.

During lunch break, Song Xianyin came to see her new homeroom teacher.

The homeroom teacher looked at the well-behaved girl in front of him and nodded in satisfaction.

She seems very quiet. I heard she even earns money in her spare time to help support her family. What a wonderful girl!

"Song Xianyin, do you know Jiang Yixing?"

Song Xianyin paused for a moment, then nodded.

The homeroom teacher smiled and looked at Song Xianyin: "Then Song Xianyin won't feel uncomfortable coming to Class 1. At least she'll have someone she knows."

Song Xianyin hesitated for a moment before saying, "Teacher, we are not familiar with each other."

The homeroom teacher raised an eyebrow: "What's there to be unfamiliar with? You'll get to know each other better by talking more."

"Don't let Jiang Yixing's cold demeanor fool you; he's actually a very kind person."

The homeroom teacher talked a lot about Jiang Yixing, and Song Xianyin finally understood.

He probably felt that Jiang Yixing needed a friend, but no one in the class dared to approach him, so he asked her for help.

"And Jiang Yixing has excellent grades..."

Song Xianyin interrupted the homeroom teacher: "Teacher, I'm not familiar with Jiang Yixing, and I don't want to be friends with him."

The homeroom teacher was stunned by those words, and gave an awkward smile: "This..."

“I have no obligation to help him.” Song Xianyin paused for a moment. “If he really has such a bad reputation, perhaps he should reflect on the reasons behind it.”

Seeing Song Xianyin's obvious anger, the homeroom teacher gave a dry laugh: "Alright, alright, then I won't force you. Study hard."

Song Xianyin was carrying her books and preparing to leave when Jiang Yixing stood at the door holding an exam paper.

He was much taller than the average boy, and when he stood at the door, he blocked all the light from entering.

He looked at her silently, his face expressionless.

When Song Xianyin saw him, her face immediately turned cold, and she made no attempt to hide her dislike for him.

She hated Jiang Yixing's arrogant attitude the most.

Song Xianyin carried the books and walked straight out. Jiang Yixing lowered his eyes, stepped aside to let her pass.

Sunlight streamed down the corridor. Her brows were furrowed, her lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes shone brightly when she was angry.

Jiang Yixing glanced at her, then quietly looked away.

Song Xianyin knew as soon as she arrived at Class 1 that the students didn't like her, but she didn't expect them to like her anyway.

The classroom was extremely quiet, except for occasional sobs coming from the seats by the window, interspersed with words of comfort, which Song Xianyin could hear clearly.

She placed her book on the podium and waited quietly for the girl to leave.

No one paid any attention to Song Xianyin; everyone quietly went about their own business.

Several boys next to Yingying gave Song Xianyin unfriendly looks, and Song Xianyin stared straight at them.

Seeing that she didn't react, the boys lowered their heads sheepishly.

Song Xianyin looked at the grade sheet on the podium. More than half of the students in the class did not have her grades. How dare they look at her like that?

After Yingying left with the book, Song Xianyin moved the book to her new seat.

This is a great spot; you can see the scenery across the playground as soon as you turn your head.