Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 406 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 101

Song Xianyin hadn't walked more than a few steps when she heard someone calling her name from behind.

She turned around, looking completely bewildered, only to find that it was that same bowl-cut hairstyle again.

Song Xianyin looked at him speechlessly: "How did you get out?"

The boy with the bowl cut smiled cheerfully: "I'll go tell the teacher I need to go to the toilet too."

He walked side by side with Song Xianyin: "Song Xianyin, let's paint together this weekend. My brother-in-law happens to be home."

Song Xianyin shook her head: "I'm not going, you can learn it yourself."

"Why not go? My brother-in-law is really amazing. You might have even seen his paintings before."

Song Xianyin looked at him with some doubt: "Are you that interested in painting?"

How come she didn't know that before?

The man with the bowl cut scratched the back of his head: "When interest strikes, it strikes; there's no stopping it."

There are always frogs croaking near the school's pond, and every now and then one or two will jump out.

As the man with the bowl cut passed by the river, he became somewhat wary: "Let me tell you, there are toads at our school, they're really disgusting."

Yesterday he thought it was a frog squatting there, but when he got closer he saw a toad covered in bumps, which startled him.

The evening breeze was cool, and the leaves rustled in the wind.

Fu Ci came out of the director's office with the letter of commitment in his hand.

Although this incident itself doesn't have a huge impact, if it's exploited by someone with ulterior motives, its effects could be significant.

So the head of the teaching department still followed the procedure and made him write a self-criticism and sign a commitment letter.

“I heard from my dad that the principal is going to build a toilet next to our building so we won’t have to go so far.”

As soon as Fu Ci went downstairs, he heard a familiar, nauseating sound.

"That's true. There's no toilet that's closest to the office building. It's convenient for teachers, but students have to run around."

The guy with the bowl cut kept babbling on and on; he'd evolved to the point where he could talk to himself even when Song Xianyin wasn't responding.

Song Xianyin also got a headache listening to this; she had never seen anyone with such a strong desire to express themselves.

She was just about to remind him that the restroom was almost there when she saw Fu Ci quietly watching her from the office building across the street.

Song Xianyin stopped in her tracks immediately.

The man with the bowl cut looked at her with a puzzled expression: "What? Weren't you going to the bathroom?"

Seeing that Song Xianyin didn't say anything, he followed her gaze and saw that strange older boy from last time.

You're still haunting me, aren't you!

The bowl-cut hairstyle immediately became angry.

"Hey, what exactly do you want? I'm a candidate for the student council!"

"You're not allowed to bother Song Xianyin anymore. I'll protect her."

Fu Ci's face was terribly gloomy, and the letter of commitment in his hand was crumpled beyond recognition.

The man with the bowl cut sensed that something was off. He felt that he couldn't beat the man in front of him for the time being, after all, the man was a few years older than him.

"Song Xianyin, how about we don't go to the bathroom for now? Do you know him? If not, maybe we should run away first." The man with the bowl cut took a step back and stood next to Song Xianyin, whispering to her.

That's a scary feeling. I hope he's not mentally unstable.

“It’s okay, I know the place. Go to the restroom, and just leave through the back door when you’re done,” Song Xianyin said, looking at him.

The man with the bowl cut was watching Fu Ci warily when he heard Song Xianyin say this. He was extremely moved: "Song Xianyin, you are such a kind person. Even at a time like this, you still care about my need to use the restroom."

"Even though you say you know each other, are you sure he won't hit you?"

He said in a whisper, "He seems to have violent tendencies."

"It's really nothing, you can go now." Song Xianyin sighed and pushed him in another direction.

Fu Ci watched quietly as the two people opposite him bickered and joked.

He appeared extremely calm, but the prominent veins on his hands betrayed his emotions.

The boy with the bowl cut ran away in fear. What was he supposed to do about going to the toilet? He felt like the older student was about to rush up and beat him up any second.

Fu Ci and Song Xianyin stared at each other in silence.

Song Xianyin was also a little annoyed, and she kept a stern face whenever she saw her.

She was so happy when she saw him, but looking into his eyes, her mood immediately soured.

She walked up to Fu Ci and reluctantly called out, "Brother."

Fu Ci sneered: "Didn't he say he would protect you? And he just abandoned you and ran away like that?"

Song Xianyin didn't understand what he was saying in a sarcastic tone.

"He'll definitely run away if you do that."

If she didn't understand him, she would have run away too if she saw him looking so gloomy.

Fu Ci smirked, his tone laced with sarcasm: "What, are you going to stand up for him now?"

Song Xianyin found Fu Ci's actions utterly inexplicable.

She glared angrily at Fu Ci: "Yes, I'm going to stand up for him, so what!"

Fu Ci's eyes were fixed on her face. Just when Song Xianyin thought Fu Ci was about to retaliate, he chuckled and walked right past her.

Song Xianyin's mind went blank for a moment.

She caught up with Fu Ci and grabbed his hand to stop him from leaving.

"What exactly do you want? Can't you just explain yourself?"

Song Xianyin was both angry and anxious.

She really didn't understand what was wrong with Fu Ci; he had been acting very strangely lately.

"If you hate him, just say so, then I won't talk to him."

Fu Ci didn't want to talk to Song Xianyin about this anymore; she wouldn't listen to anything he said anyway.

Song Xianyin kept pulling Fu Ci along, but Fu Ci showed no sign of stopping, so Song Xianyin could only follow in his footsteps.

Fu Ci walked very fast, and Song Xianyin followed while explaining. She was a little out of breath and felt increasingly aggrieved.

"Fu Ci, you're a lunatic! You're always like this. Why don't you treat other people like this? All you do is bully me. What kind of brother are you?!"

It's unclear what words struck a nerve with Fu Ci, but he stopped in his tracks. He looked at Song Xianyin, whose eyes were red-rimmed, and said coldly, "Yes, no brother is like me. Go find someone else to be your brother."

After saying that, he directly shook off Song Xianyin's hand.

She herself said she didn't want to follow in those people's footsteps. He had already warned her last time, but this time he saw the two of them together again.

"Okay, then I'll ask him to be my brother, since you don't want to be my brother anyway!"

"I don't need an older brother, I can live on my own..."

Song Xianyin watched his retreating figure, her vision blurred by tears, and her voice grew softer and softer.

She was all too familiar with this feeling.

When she was little, Lao Fu took Song Qin and Fu Ci to her grandmother's house, leaving her alone to look after the house. When visiting relatives, they forgot about her at her uncle's house, and she slept alone in her uncle's ancestral hall at night. She even heard rats gnawing on the coffin.

Song Xianyin stood there with her head down, tears streaming down her face as she tried to suppress her sobs.

She would never pay attention to Fu Ci again. He was no different from them. She hated all those people with the surname Fu.

But the next second, she was pulled into someone's arms.

They had lived together for over a decade, and by all accounts, they should be the closest people in the world, yet this was the first time they had ever hugged.

"I'm sorry." Fu Ci's voice was a little hoarse.

He held her awkwardly, his hands trembling.

Feeling the dampness on his clothes, he felt a sore throat and his heart ached so badly he could hardly breathe, with a persistent, sharp pain.

"Sorry……"

How is what he's doing any different from what they're doing?