Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 159 I Want a Strawberry Milkshake 18

The manager silently turned up the music and stood aggressively in front of the counter: "Sir, please do not harass our employees."

Dressed entirely in black and wearing a black mask, what kind of good student could he be?

His employees are the top students in A High School. That's a huge number—the future pillars of the nation.

The boy frowned: "I'm not..."

The manager stood with his hands on his hips, glaring at him: "Get out of here right now! You're so young, and you're already trying to start dating."

The boy was silent for a moment: "I don't want to take it away, I want to drink it in the store."

The manager remained silent, blocking his and Song Xianyin's view of each other.

The boy silently took his strawberry milkshake and sat down in the corner. He held the milk tea in both hands and drank it sip by sip, as if he were lost in thought.

The manager sat in the seat in front of the counter, his gaze fixed on the man in black.

He will spy on him for the rest of his life!

Sometimes, when the man in black looked up, the manager would glare at him. He would silently exchange a glance with the manager and then lower his head.

It's no wonder people see him that way; what he just did was quite offensive, making him seem a bit like a mental patient.

Song Xianyin sat down to drink milk tea, and the more she looked at the boy sitting in the corner, the more familiar he seemed.

A name vaguely lingered in her mind: "No way?"

Jiang Yixing probably wouldn't drink such cheap milk tea.

The manager said in a deep voice, "I was too impulsive just now. What if he hit me? I'm so weak."

The manager looked at the muscles on Song Xianyin's arm, shook his head, and realized he had made a mistake. He should have just let Song Xianyin handle it.

If she can't beat him, how could he possibly beat her?

The boy drank that tiny cup of milk tea for three whole hours, and by the end, Song Xianyin had to start cleaning up.

No wonder this person always gave her a familiar feeling; she probably knew who it was.

The manager stood in front of Jiang Yixing and said with a wry smile, "Sir, we need to rest now. Please go back first."

He was terrified that the man would stab him with a knife; people's mental state is so unstable these days.

Jiang Yixing glanced at Song Xianyin, who was busy at work, then left the store and stood silently by the big tree at the entrance, like a statue.

Song Xianyin was still the last one to leave the store. After she left, Jiang Yixing stood silently beside her.

"I'm sorry, I misspoke." He still looked like he didn't care about anything, but there was a hint of unease in his eyes.

"I don't know why I said that just now."

As he listened to her speak to him and looked into her eyes, the words slipped out of his mouth without him even realizing it.

Looking at the nervous Jiang Yixing in front of her, Song Xianyin remained silent for a while.

It's not that she's thinking too darkly, it's just that the timing is too coincidental.

The results had just been released, and she was in first place again.

Could Jiang Yixing be trying to secretly surpass her using this method?

Song Xianyin looked at Jiang Yixing suspiciously. Seeing that she didn't speak, Jiang Yixing's eyes turned a little red, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "I'm sorry."

Song Xianyin smiled at him: "It's okay, it's not your fault."

Jiang Yixing stared blankly at her. Song Xianyin continued, "I know I'm very good, and I'm a nice person. It's perfectly normal for you to like me. Don't feel pressured."

"Oh." Jiang Yixing nodded, still not quite understanding.

He considered many possibilities, but this was the one he hadn't considered.

Song Xianyin was observing Jiang Yixing's expression, and Jiang Yixing was also observing hers; both of them had their own thoughts.

Jiang Yixing was in a daze after returning home.

Does she dislike him, or does she think he's dispensable?

The next day, the Jiang family was on high alert, and of course, it was Jiang Yixing who caused this situation.

“This place isn’t clean enough. Teacher Song will have something to say when she sees how dirty it is.” Jiang Yixing frowned deeply.

Looking at the gleaming floor, Mrs. Jiang said speechlessly, "Where wasn't mopped clean?"

Jiang Yixing arranged the cushion next to her and instructed, "Mom, don't spoil this idiot too much, otherwise she won't be able to teach her."

Madam Jiang rubbed her temples. She had made them get up and sit here so early in the morning. How come she never knew he was so polite?

Jiang Yixing glanced at Hao Hao, who was playing with toys on the carpet, and sighed: "Give him some clothes. The ones he's wearing now are too ugly."

Hao Hao subconsciously glanced at the Ultraman pattern on his body.

His eyes suddenly reddened, and his lips pursed: "Bad brother, you always bully me."

He doesn't like the new teacher anymore; the new teacher is so annoying!

When I met with my former teachers, I didn't have to do this.

A short while later, the driver arrived with Song Xianyin.

The living room was so quiet that Song Xianyin almost dared not breathe.

The Jiang family did indeed fit her impression of a wealthy family, with rules and regulations everywhere.

Looking at the person next to her wiping the floor until it shone, Song Xianyin wiped non-existent sweat from her forehead and chatted with Madam Jiang about Xiao Jiang's studies.

"Has Song ever worked as a tutor before?" Mrs. Jiang asked with a smile.

"Don't worry, Mom, she's really amazing." Jiang Yixing looked at his mother earnestly.

Mrs. Jiang looked at her with some curiosity: "Is Song particularly good at math?"

"Super impressive." Jiang Yixing said with a serious expression.

Madam Jiang glanced at Jiang Yixing speechlessly. Jiang Yixing was smiling at Song Xianyin, his expression somewhat expectant.

Mrs. Jiang continued, "When is Song usually available?"

Jiang Yixing quickly replied, "It's usually on weekends, and I'll contact her in advance."

Madam Jiang's lips twitched, and Song Xianyin lowered her head and cleared her throat.

She looked at Madam Jiang and smiled, "Mrs. Jiang, we can add each other on WeChat. I'll let you know in advance when I come."

Song Xianyin quickly followed them upstairs; she had come very well prepared for this trip.

Hao Hao sat sullenly in his seat, not at all like the mischievous person Jiang Yixing had described.

He looked completely listless, slumped over the table, silently working on the problems.

"Have some fruit first." Jiang Yixing placed a plate of fruit in front of her, then added a plate of cake, making it quite full.

Hao Hao glanced at Jiang Yixing but didn't say anything.

Song Xianyin politely declined: "Thank you, but I'll take a look at his background first."

With each question asked, Jiang Yixing frowned as he looked at Hao Hao.

He shouldn't have let her tutor; it's pure abuse.

Jiang Yixing was already getting restless. Maybe he should find her another smarter student.

Hao Hao answered the questions hesitantly, his gaze constantly drifting towards Jiang Yixing.

"Teacher, I'm scared, there are ghosts." Hao Hao's eyes reddened.

Song Xianyin sensed that things were getting serious, and she frowned: "Where?"

Hao Hao pointed at Jiang Yixing and sobbed, "Him."