Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 338 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 33

The other students all had their beds made by their parents, making Fu Ci's presence in the dormitory somewhat special.

"Is this your brother?" the aunt next to Song Xianyin asked with a smile.

Song Xianyin nodded: "My brother is also from this school. He's in high school and his grades are excellent."

Auntie's eyes crinkled into a smile: "You two siblings look like such well-behaved children."

She didn't want her child to live at school, but home was too far away, and it would take a long time to walk back.

Fu Ci skillfully helped Song Xianyin pack her things: "If you need anything, come find me over there. You still remember the way, right?"

"I remember, don't worry, big brother, I will take good care of myself."

She's no longer a primary school student.

Fu Ci wasn't worried about her adaptability, but he was afraid she would get into conflicts with others.

There are no adults at home, so it would be troublesome if the teacher asked the parents to come to school.

Fu Ci carried the torch to the balcony and said softly, "Don't tell anyone else that your parents aren't home."

Song Xianyin didn't understand, but she nodded nonetheless.

There must be a reason why my older brother said that.

After Fu Ci helped Song Xianyin tidy up, he left. Song Xianyin lay on the bed reading extracurricular books.

The older woman next to her quietly observed Song Xianyin.

The clothes were new, and the style looked like they came from a department store. The person seemed very generous, but it was hard to tell what their family background was like.

"Little sister, your brother has already left?" She asked Song Xianyin, sitting on the opposite bed.

The aunt's daughter glanced at Song Xianyin several times but didn't say anything.

"Yes, my older brother is very busy."

"Why didn't your parents come? It's such an important day," the aunt asked tentatively.

Song Xianyin frowned: "My mother is very busy and doesn't have time to come. It's fine if my older brother comes."

My aunt asked casually, "Hey, your mother is so busy, what does she do?"

"Auntie, why are you asking this? Do you know my mother?" Song Xianyin looked at her in confusion.

The aunt quickly waved her hand: "No, no, I was just asking."

"Eh!"

The aunt screamed and quickly stood up: "What are you doing? This thing has ruined my shoes!"

The middle-aged man looked at her awkwardly, unsure of what to do with his hands: "I'm so sorry, I accidentally bumped into you."

The aunt looked at the hunched man in front of her. His clothes were washed until they were faded and had no shape. His shoes were covered with dried cement stains. It was obvious what kind of place his family lived.

She rolled her eyes: "My shoes are very expensive, be careful, you know? You can't even afford to pay for them with your monthly salary."

The middle-aged man bowed repeatedly, his face flushed red, saying, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

The girl next to him tugged at the uncle's sleeve, looking at the aunt with a helpless expression.

The atmosphere in the dormitory began to get strange. The other parents exchanged glances and pretended not to notice.

Seeing this, the aunt's daughter raised her chin high and looked at them sideways.

Song Xianyin watched this scene quietly, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

What a strange feeling.

"Okay, okay, if anything happens at school, tell your teacher. If you're bullied, be sure to tell your mother," Auntie instructed.

Zheng Hao nodded, her voice somewhat shrill: "Mother, who dares to bully someone surnamed Zheng here?"

The parents next to her immediately lowered their voices, and Aunt Zheng was very satisfied with this scene.

Aunt Zheng left, and Zheng Hao sat on her bed for a while, observing Song Xianyin across from her.

Which school is she from? I have absolutely no recollection of her.

"Hey, which school did you go to before?" Zheng Hao suddenly asked.

No one in the dormitory answered her.

Song Xianyin felt someone was staring at her, and she pointed uncertainly to herself: "Me?"

Zheng Hao nodded reservedly.

"Why should I tell you? We're not even that close." Song Xianyin thought for a moment, but still didn't say anything.

Zheng Hao frowned, staring intently at Song Xianyin: "My uncle is the school's director."

How could she not tell her?

Song Xianyin was even more puzzled: "What's wrong with the director now?"

Zheng Hao was stunned. What kind of family background did this person have that they weren't even afraid of her uncle?

The man was making the bed for his daughter, walking carefully around the room, afraid of getting the floor dirty.

He didn't dare linger. He said to the girl, "Then Dad will go back first. Be good at school and don't argue with your classmates."

The girl nodded obediently: "Dad, I will be good."

The uncle wiped the sweat from his forehead and quietly walked out of the dormitory.

Zheng Hao stared at the floor, seemingly lost in thought. Suddenly, she looked at the girl and said, "Your dad's shoes are so dirty. He's made the floor all dirty."

The girl blushed immediately and whispered, "I'll clean it now."

Zheng Hao disliked the girl's timid and submissive manner; she hated people like that the most, people who looked like they wanted to be bullied.

"Hey, go wipe the windows."

Zheng Hao pointed at Song Xianyin with an arrogant air.

Song Xianyin looked at her in disbelief: "Are you talking to me?"

Zheng Hao looked at her uncertainly and remained silent for a moment before asking, "What's wrong?"

"Why should I clean the windows? Why don't you do it yourself!" Song Xianyin was very angry.

She cleans all the windows at home, and she's been doing it for years. But now she still has to clean the windows at school.

Zheng Hao was startled by Song Xianyin's sudden outburst of anger. She whispered, "I need to do other work."

The next second, Song Xianyin got up and went to wipe the windows.

Zheng Hao reluctantly picked up the broom and swept the floor perfunctorily. She had only said she was going to sweep because she had been frightened by Song Xianyin.

She didn't want to sweep at all.

Song Xianyin didn't want to wipe it at all.

"Hey, what's your name?"

“Chen…Chen Cuicui…”

"Huh? What a rustic name! How come your parents have no education at all?"

"Um……"

Zheng Hao attacked Chen Cuicui without any restraint.

She could always quickly identify who was the easiest to bully in a crowd; they carried an aura that drew her closer.

Chen Cuicui's tears fell in a steady stream, but she held back her sobs and just kept doing her work.

Seeing this, Zheng Hao went even further: "What does your father do? Is your family very poor? Look, your pants have a hole in them, doesn't your mother even mend them?"

The girl next to her couldn't take it anymore: "Stop bullying her, we're all classmates."

Zheng Hao was furious when she saw someone dare to talk back to her, and the two of them started arguing in no time.

Song Xianyin listened silently, glancing down at her clothes.

Actually, her clothes yesterday were similar to those worn by Chen Cuicui.

If her older brother hadn't taken her shopping for clothes, would Zheng Hao still bully her?

Why bully someone just because they're poor? This is the first time she's ever met someone like this.