Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 370 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 65

Song Xianyin thought there was a boy in her class who was sick.

For example, that boy would always suddenly yell strangely during class and would always talk back to the teacher.

These past few days, whenever the teacher called on Song Xianyin to answer questions, that boy would always cause trouble from behind, making Song Xianyin unsure of how to answer.

Song Xianyin was so annoyed with that boy.

Song Xianyin doesn't have the habit of taking a nap, so she spends her lunch breaks reading extracurricular books or drawing.

Logically speaking, today was just an ordinary noon, like any other day.

But then the boy suddenly sat down in front of Song Xianyin.

He watched Song Xianyin paint without blinking.

Song Xianyin frowned: "What's wrong?"

Hearing Song Xianyin's unfriendly tone, the boy grinned and said, "Your drawing is so ugly, Song Xianyin. I feel like throwing up when I see these drawings."

Song Xianyin's face flushed red with anger as she stared at the boy in front of her in disbelief.

Is he blind or mentally ill? No one has ever dared to say anything about her paintings; everyone who sees them says she is extremely talented at painting.

"Are you sure you're mentally sound?" Song Xianyin asked.

Song Xianyin's deskmate was also somewhat shocked: "Wei Zhen, how good are you at drawing? How can you think Song Xianyin's drawing is not good? Even the art teacher said she is very talented."

It's a fact that everyone in the class knows that Song Xianyin is a good painter, and the school often asks her to draw whatever they need.

The boy raised an eyebrow and said provocatively, "You think her drawing is beautiful? You haven't seen anyone who draws really well, have you? My cousin goes to art school, you know? That's what you call beautiful drawing."

“He went abroad to study when he was young, that’s what you call talent. Look at you, so naive. If you think her looks good, then I suggest you get your head checked.”

Song Xianyin was furious: "So what? Your cousin draws well, not you. Why are you basking in his glory?"

"Nobody in class likes you. Look at all these people surrounding me, are you jealous? You're like a rat in a gutter."

Song Xianyin's deskmate looked at her in shock. Song Xianyin's offensive power was not to be underestimated; her insults were incredibly vulgar.

The boy's eyes immediately reddened, and he raised his voice, somewhat shrill: "Who are you calling a rat?"

Song Xianyin sneered: "I'm telling you, you're the rat."

"Look at yourself! You're so ugly, your face is covered in pimples, and your eyes are so small. Can you please stop sitting in front of me? I feel disgusted just looking at you."

"People don't talk about you because they're afraid you'll get hurt. Someone as shameless as you wouldn't get hurt."

The boy's face darkened, and his eyes welled up with tears: "Song Xianyin, you've really gone too far. I was just joking, and you attack me like this?"

Song Xianyin leaned back on the table indifferently: "So what? This is what you look like. I'm just stating the facts. Can't I say that you look like this? You're so ugly that it's unbearable for me. If you don't want me to talk about you, then you should stay away from me. I hate ugly people, okay?"

The boy's eyes grew increasingly red. He stared at Song Xianyin, clenching his teeth as if he had suffered a great insult.

Song Xianyin thought he was going to continue arguing with her, but he didn't say anything and just left in silence.

Song Xianyin's deskmate silently gave her a thumbs up: "You're pretty amazing, daring to scold such a weirdo."

Boys at this age seem particularly disgusting; they like to curse and tease people all the time.

Girls in the class usually avoid boys like this because they can't understand what you're saying.

Moreover, if you try to reason with them, they become even more enthusiastic, so you simply ignore them.

In the next class, the teacher called on Song Xianyin to answer a question again because she had been drawing the whole time and wasn't paying attention in class.

So whenever Song Xianyin secretly drew, the teacher would always call on her to answer a question.

Song Xianyin didn't know how to do it, so she stood awkwardly in her seat, flipping through the book.

Her deskmate immediately helped her find help, and she went to ask the student behind her, "What does it equal? ​​What does it equal?"

Song Xianyin's deskmate asked in a low voice.

The student behind him also said helplessly, "I don't know either, I couldn't figure it out either."

The boy behind him yelled, "You can't even do this? How come such a simple question was given to our class? Song Xianyin, how stupid are you? Even an elementary school student could do this kind of question."

The students in the class stared at the boy speechlessly.

The teacher looked at Song Xianyin helplessly: "Song Xianyin, you like to draw, but you can't always draw in class. You still need to study, otherwise, if you like drawing so much, you can just play at home. When you come to school, you have to learn some knowledge."

"Teacher, Song Xianyin said she doesn't want to go to school anymore. Why don't you just expel her and let her stay home and draw by herself? I think her drawings are so ugly, she won't be able to support herself in the future. Maybe if she gives her drawings to someone on the street, they'll just throw them on the ground and stomp on them." The boy said with a laugh, shaking his head after laughing with the person next to him.

Song Xianyin's face turned black.

The teacher frowned. "Alright, stop laughing. What are you laughing about in class? What kind of behavior is this?"

"That's not quite right. I think Song Xianyin's paintings are quite good, and she'll definitely make a lot of money in the future."

"Of course, that's not the point. The point is that you can't draw in this class anymore. I've called your name several times, but you never listen. If you continue like this, I'm really going to tell your parents."

Song Xianyin nodded sullenly.

If you can't draw in class, the joy of reading is reduced by half.

The teacher seemed to have her eye on Song Xianyin; she would call on her whenever Song Xianyin was distracted.

Song Xianyin found this class particularly tiring; she felt it was the most tiring class she had ever taught this semester.

She had to keep her eyes fixed on the teacher.

When get out of class ended, the boy suddenly ran up to Song Xianyin and yelled, "Song Xianyin, you ugly monster!"

Seeing that Song Xianyin ignored him, he made a face at her again.

"Hehehe—" he stuck out his tongue.

“Song Xianyin, you ugly thing, you got scolded by the teacher, didn’t you!” he said in a rough voice.

"You're not good at drawing, you're ugly, and you're not smart either. The people in your class don't really want to play with you; they're just pretending."

Song Xianyin was speechless. She really thought this man was mentally ill. Why did he always do things that normal people wouldn't do?

Does he think he's funny?

When he made that funny face, squeezing his face together and pinching his cheeks, Song Xianyin felt like his pimples were about to burst. How disgusting!