Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 146 I Want a Strawberry Milkshake 5

The last two classes of each day are the two most difficult classes for Song Xianyin.

The teacher knew she was rather introverted, so she had her discuss things with the girl next to her.

The girl was very enthusiastic and kept teaching her those basic Olympiad problems.

Song Xianyin listened attentively, but her brows furrowed as she listened.

The girl couldn't help but laugh when she saw Song Xianyin's worried expression.

She knew this Song Xianyin; she was in Class 7, the class with the worst grades in the entire grade.

She was quite surprised when she found out a few days ago that she was in Class 7.

Song Xianyin sighed and continued working on her problems, vaguely sensing that someone was watching her.

She had this feeling for a while.

She turned around and her eyes met those of Jiang Yixing in the last row.

Song Xianyin's expression was rather unpleasant; Jiang Yixing must be watching her.

He's the only student from Class 7 in this class, so he probably thinks she doesn't deserve to be here.

Jiang Yixing frowned at her unpleasant expression and looked away.

Song Xianyin turned her head away, holding back her anger. What was she pretending for? Just looking at him annoyed her.

The girl next to Song Xianyin noticed her mood and patted her on the shoulder: "Don't pay attention to that kind of person, just seeing him annoys you."

Song Xianyin was stunned when she heard her say that. She didn't expect that there was someone who disliked Jiang Yixing as much as she did.

The girl shrugged helplessly: "No one can stand his awful temper."

He doesn't listen to anyone, looks down on everyone, ignores anyone who talks to him, and has a very serious case of mysophobia.

Someone accidentally bumped into him, and he immediately threw his coat away. The person apologized profusely, but he didn't listen to a word, turned around with a dark face, and left.

In today's society, men who are so fussy and lack manners are no longer popular!

The teacher also felt a bit of a headache when he saw Jiang Yixing in the last row.

Madam Jiang also asked her to find him some friends, but wherever Jiang Yixing was, the other classmates would rather stand than sit next to him.

His interpersonal relationships are really that bad.

The girls had their own tasks to complete, and Song Xianyin began to ponder the question again.

"Jiang Yixing," the teacher suddenly called out, "come here."

The teacher pointed to the seat next to Song Xianyin.

"Since you have nothing to do right now, why don't you tutor Song Xianyin in the basics of math olympiad?"

Song Xianyin paused for a moment, then whispered to the teacher beside her, "No need, teacher."

The teacher patted her reassuringly, and she looked at Jiang Yixing: "This can't go on, sleeping here every day."

"When the director comes to inspect, he'll think I've stopped caring about you. At least sit closer."

Jiang Yixing didn't speak, his brows furrowed tightly.

The girl who had just been explaining the problem to Song Xianyin rolled her eyes silently. What's with the act?

Just when Song Xianyin thought Jiang Yixing wouldn't come over, a book was suddenly placed next to her.

An unfamiliar presence suddenly approached her, and Song Xianyin felt a sense of repulsion.

The teacher stood in front of them with a smile: "Song Xianyin, Jiang Yixing is very good at math olympiad. You can ask him if you don't understand something."

They are both quiet kids with rich inner lives; perhaps they might have more to talk about.

Jiang Yixing wasn't used to sitting with others, so he moved his table out a little further away.

Although Song Xianyin didn't look up, she could notice his movements out of the corner of her eye.

Song Xianyin grew angrier the more she looked at the question; she even disliked him.

In a fit of anger, Song Xianyin forcefully moved the table aside, instantly creating a jarring sound in the classroom.

Are we going to fight?

The classroom fell silent. The students who had just been discussing the problem looked at them in shock.

Song Xianyin suddenly felt a little embarrassed; she had been too angry just now.

She pretended not to know what was happening around her and quietly looked at the exam paper.

Jiang Yixing looked at her profile and paused for a moment.

The teacher was both amused and exasperated by the gap between the two desks, so she put them together again.

"Don't move the table around. Just arrange it the way it should be."

The girl next to her looked at Song Xianyin with some sympathy; she was so pitiful.

Anyone who gets close to Jiang Yixing will only be disliked, this is the cargo.

As Song Xianyin was writing, she forgot that there was someone next to her. She finally solved a problem, but then she accidentally swept the pen off the table with her elbow.

Song Xianyin instinctively bent down to pick it up, but as soon as she bent down, she remembered that she was no longer sitting alone.

The pen rolled under Jiang Yixing's stool, and Song Xianyin lowered her eyes.

Never mind, she doesn't want this pen anymore.

Jiang Yixing looked at his book, showing no intention of moving aside.

A moment later, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Jiang Yixing had bent over.

Song Xianyin frowned deeply, silently repeating in her mind, "Don't pick it up, don't pick it up, don't let Jiang Yixing touch the pen."

Jiang Yixing silently placed the dusty pen in the middle of the table, then wiped his hands with a disinfectant wipe.

As Song Xianyin looked at the exam paper, she unconsciously counted the sounds of Jiang Yixing pulling out wet wipes.

He drew ten cards in total...

Song Xianyin felt like his hands were about to be rubbed raw.

After class, the teacher called Jiang Yixing out of the classroom.

Song Xianyin then wiped her pen with a piece of paper.

"Song Xianyin, keep going!" The girl next to her gave her a sympathetic thumbs-up.

Her deskmate asked in a low voice, "How did you two suddenly become so close?"

"More familiar than I am with you."

"Tsk."

Song Xianyin now spends almost all her self-study time in the Olympiad class, and she only manages to solve one problem per class.

Song Xianyin sighed. Maybe she should just give up. She really wasn't suited to learning math olympiad. This kind of thing definitely depends on talent.

This school has a 98% rate of students getting into top universities, which means that even students in the worst class, Class 7, are almost guaranteed to get into top universities.

However, more people choose to go abroad because it's easier that way.

She's sure she can get into the school she wants, so why does she have to study this stupid math olympiad? It makes her so anxious all the time.

Song Xianyin decided to talk to her teacher about this.

As soon as she arrived at the office door, she heard the teacher discussing something with Jiang Yixing.

"Didn't your mother tell you to interact more with your classmates?" the teacher said softly. "Perfect timing, you can teach Song Xianyin, she doesn't talk much either."

The teacher's eyes crinkled into a smile: "I feel like you two will have a lot in common."

Jiang Yixing's voice was somewhat cold: "Her foundation is too weak, we can't communicate with each other."

This is an objective fact.

Everyone's foundation is different. Some people understand things very quickly, while others don't even know the basic formulas.

He taught his cousin once and never wanted to teach him again because he thought the cousin was mentally ill. It was one thing for him to remember the formula wrong, but after explaining it twice, the cousin still looked like he hadn't been exposed to any knowledge. It was a complete waste of time.

The thought of how, after he had explained it three times, the boy still looked at him with a troubled expression and said, "Brother, please explain it to me again."

He gets annoyed just thinking about it now.