Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 156 I Want a Strawberry Milkshake 15

Song Xianyin looked at the boy on the ground and sneered: "You're so protective of Jiang Yixing, are you two really close?"

They just want to put her down. Even without Jiang Yixing, there would be Li Yixing or Tang Yixing.

She wouldn't take it to heart; she was simply better than Jiang Yixing, and she had scored higher than him in several quizzes.

The questions at A High School are always much more difficult than those at ordinary key high schools. Almost all the best students in the district are at A High School, so naturally they have to do the most challenging questions.

Jiang Yixing looked intently at Song Xianyin's exam paper, and suddenly felt extremely frustrated.

This is a very painful feeling.

He knew Song Xianyin was very capable and had made great progress; he believed in her abilities.

But seeing his second-place finish, he still felt somewhat disappointed.

He has never come in second place.

His parents were very strict with his education. While other children were playing in the mud, he was confined to his room every day to learn.

He had already learned the high school curriculum in elementary school. People around him called him a genius, but was he really a genius? He simply learned it a few years earlier than others.

Looking at his report card, Jiang Yixing suddenly began to doubt himself.

When she first arrived, he never thought anyone would surpass him, and he never cared about other people's achievements.

However, during class, he noticed that Song Xianyin often used some very novel solutions. She would not tell the teacher, but she would immerse herself in her own world and calculate silently.

Later, the gap between their grades narrowed, and he realized that she didn't have much time to study at home because she had to work part-time.

The night before the monthly exam, he surprisingly flipped through his books, but he couldn't concentrate on anything. He felt as if something was slipping away from him.

He should be happy that she won first place, but he feels so frustrated right now.

So embarrassing.

Just as he was getting lost in his own emotions, a face suddenly appeared in front of him.

Song Xianyin leaned on the table, looking curiously at his face from below: "You weren't crying, were you?"

Jiang Yixing, who was lying face down on the table: ...

Seeing his defeated expression, Song Xianyin couldn't help but laugh out loud. So this is what it feels like to be number one.

"It's okay, there will be many more situations like this in the future, let's get used to it in advance." She patted his back and said gloatingly.

Jiang Yixing felt the hand on his back and his body stiffened for a moment.

He straightened up and silently read the book.

Song Xianyin watched him and kept chuckling to herself.

She now finds Jiang Yixing quite amusing, and she no longer feels that he looks down on her.

How could anyone look down on her? She's the top student in A High School. She misunderstood Jiang Yixing before.

Since that exam, the two have quickly become closer.

The two walked home together without saying a word, but neither of them felt awkward.

"Do you like flowers?" Jiang Yixing suddenly asked.

Song Xianyin paused for a moment: "It's alright."

Jiang Yixing paused for a moment, then looked at Song Xianyin beside him: "What kind of flowers do you like? I can give them to you too."

His voice was somewhat clear and gentle: "My mom planted a lot of flowers, and they bloomed beautifully. If you like flowers, I'll pick some for you tomorrow."

Song Xianyin frowned: "Flowers? I don't know what kind of flowers I like."

She knows nothing about flowers.

The two walked slowly for a while longer. He looked at her hesitantly and asked, "When I went home last time, I saw Xie Yu carrying flowers. What did you think of them?"

"You saw it? That's pretty good. My grandpa likes it a lot." Song Xianyin yawned.

Grandpa even brought a particularly ugly little bucket to hold the flower, but he liked it, so that was all that mattered.

She glanced at it yesterday, and it seemed that the flower had already withered and died.

Jiang Yixing's mind went blank for a moment: "Grandpa?"

That flower was originally intended for her maternal grandfather.

Jiang Yixing suppressed his joy and smiled slightly: "I knew that flower didn't look fresh. It only looks good when it's freshly picked."

He will give her more beautiful flowers in the future.

Song Xianyin saw his car and prepared to say goodbye.

Just then, Jiang Yixing hurriedly ran to the back of the truck and carried out a super clean fertilizer bag.

Song Xianyin stared at Jiang Yixing in shock; the way he carried the fertilizer bag looked really out of place.

Jiang Yixing laid out a few sheets of paper on the ground and then placed the super clean fertilizer bag on the paper.

"I'm sorry, what I said last time made you misunderstand." Jiang Yixing was a little nervous. "I didn't look down on you, I just think you're suited for a better environment."

When he opened the bag, the spotless, gleaming nails inside almost blinded Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin couldn't help but take a step back: "Why did you buy so many nails?"

Jiang Yixing choked up upon hearing this: "I picked this up myself."

He looked at Song Xianyin's expression: "But I wiped them clean, and they look cleaner than brand new nails."

There was a hint of anticipation on his face.

Song Xianyin glanced at him hesitantly, saying, "Actually, you don't need to do this, and you're not suited to it."

“I’m suitable. I can pick them up much faster than those old people,” Jiang Yixing said with a serious expression.

Because he picked it up too quickly, those people even cursed at him.

But being scolded won't cost him anything; arguing back will only slow him down the speed at which he picks up nails.

"The nails Xie Yu and the others picked up were too dirty, covered in mud, and many of them were chipped," Jiang Yixing began to criticize.

“My nails are different from theirs.”

Song Xianyin suddenly didn't know what to say. She frowned. Was this the right direction?

"thank you."

"You're welcome." Jiang Yixing helped her carry the bag on her shoulder.

Xie Yuchu, who was walking hand in hand with Jiang Yixing, gave him a disdainful look.

"They have no manners at all, making our baby carry nails home." Chu Jiu's eyes turned red with anger.

Xie Yu was also furious: "Kid, do you want a duel?!"

Jiang Yixing: ...

Neuropathy.

The two rushed up and exchanged a few words with Song Xianyin, then happily linked arms and got on the modified motorcycle.

With a whoosh, the motorcycle sped away, leaving only dust in the air.

Jiang Yixing took out disinfectant wipes from his bag and handed them to Song Xianyin, then pulled out one and started wiping the fertilizer bag.

Those two unclean lunatics.

The driver looked at the two people on the roadside with a bewildered expression. What was the young master doing? Had he gone mad?

A few days ago, as soon as I got home, he asked for fertilizer bags. I found some for him, but he said they weren't the same kind of bags. Good heavens, what fertilizer bag isn't a fertilizer bag?

Every afternoon after school, he would drag Jiang Yixing to the construction site and watch him pick up nails with the old ladies.

That scene was truly absurd.