Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 360 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 55

Tomorrow is the final exam.

Fu Zhiyi tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. She forced herself to sleep, but her heart was beating faster and faster.

Her heart was pounding so hard it was deafening, as if it was about to burst out of her chest, and Fu Zhiyi felt her breathing getting heavier and heavier.

You absolutely must fall asleep, otherwise you'll have a mental health test tomorrow.

Just then, she suddenly heard a rustling sound in her ear.

Fu Zhiyi had a bad feeling. She jumped out of bed and quickly turned on the light.

As soon as the light was turned on, a black centipede was crawling across her pillow, making Fu Zhiyi feel so disgusted that she got goosebumps.

"Mother! Mother——"

Fu Zhiyi rushed to Song Qin's room in a fluster.

"Mom, there's a centipede!"

Song Qin was shaken awake by Fu Zhiyi. She asked groggily, "What?"

"Centipede, Mom!" Fu Zhiyi was almost crying from fright.

The thought of centipede legs crawling on her bed made her feel nauseous.

Song Qin got out of bed and went to Fu Zhiyi's room, turning over the blankets on the bed.

"There's nothing there. Did you have a nightmare?"

Fu Zhiyi shook her head and said firmly, "Absolutely not. I saw it when I turned on the light, and it was huge."

Song Qin searched for a while longer.

"Could it be a cockroach? A big cockroach."

"No, it has many legs, it can't be a cockroach."

She wouldn't be so afraid of a cockroach.

"That's strange, we can't find it anywhere," Song Qin murmured.

Just then, a thick centipede fell off the quilt and shrank into the gap under the wardrobe.

Fu Zhiyi screamed in fright, "Mother!"

Centipedes are poisonous.

Song Qin tried to catch it, but the centipede disappeared in an instant.

Next, Song Qin turned Fu Zhiyi's room upside down, but still couldn't find the centipede.

"Go to sleep, it's alright now, it must have gone out."

Fu Zhiyi didn't dare to sleep in this room anymore.

This place has given her too many nightmares. A few days ago, she kept feeling someone knocking on her window. When she finally mustered up the courage to look, she found a gecko struggling to get into the room through the crack in the window. She was so scared that she quickly got the gecko down.

Then Fu Zhiyi couldn't sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, she could hear the sound of centipedes crawling near her ear.

Just thinking about that voice sent chills down her spine.

Fu Zhiyi didn't sleep all night, and that's how she went to take her final exams.

While sitting on the bus, she was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open.

She was both anxious and sleepy. She wasn't at the point where she couldn't do her homework without sleeping, but she was afraid that being sleepy would affect her thinking.

While doing her Chinese exam, Fu Zhiyi looked at the questions and felt that the words in front of her were swaying. The sound of the fan in the classroom was also getting farther and farther away and she couldn't hear it clearly.

As Fu Zhiyi looked at the question, she suddenly thought of many things, and the pen in her hand began to move uncontrollably.

She thought of the scorching hot ground in the village, of her and Song Xianyin playing by the river, of Song Xianyin not having any meat to eat...

"Students, don't look at what others are doing. Focus on your own work. Teachers will be here to check."

The proctor, sitting on the podium, couldn't help but yawn.

Fu Zhiyi immediately came to her senses. She looked at the messy marks on the test paper and then at the seed hanging on the wall.

Thankfully, only a few minutes had passed; she had just thought she had wasted a lot of time.

As soon as the bell rang to signal the end of the exam, Fu Zhiyi immediately put down her pen.

After leaving the classroom, the students kept comparing answers, but Fu Zhiyi didn't, because she hadn't been in a good state and had forgotten her answers.

They're taking an exam on the other side too.

Song Xianyin sighed and finished writing, but she couldn't care less about how much she wrote.

The other students in the class were all gathered together, comparing answers, while Song Xianyin sat to the side, not particularly interested in any of it.

Chen Cuicui looked at her with some envy: "Song Xianyin, are you very confident this time?"

Song Xianyin paused for a moment, then shook her head: "I'm not confident. The exam is over, so checking the answers is pointless."

Summer vacation is just around the corner, and her order volume has surged in the last two days.

A girl sat down opposite Song Xianyin: "Song Xianyin, can you still draw during summer vacation?"

Song Xianyin was organizing customer information when she glanced at her and said, "Let's see how complicated yours is."

"It's not complicated at all. See if this is what I want."

Song Xianyin glanced at the reference image and nodded: "Okay, Miss, but I'll bring it to you when school starts."

The girl smiled and said, "That's fine then."

"Song Xianyin, you've really become famous. Remember me, I was one of the first to ask you to draw for me."

"I remember, I remember, don't worry."

Wow, another order.

Someone nearby joked, "Song Xianyin, you've really made a fortune! Is your family in business? You're so good at business."

Zheng Hao scoffed, "Don't be so superficial. This is art. Song Xianyin is promoting her art. What does it have to do with money?"

Song Xianyin's smile was somewhat awkward; in fact, it was rather awkward when it came to money.

"Song Xianyin, have you seen the picture book I brought you? It was a gift from my aunt, brought back from France." Zheng Hao pushed the others aside and sat down in front of Song Xianyin.

"Can you draw it? Can you draw one for me?"

Song Xianyin also particularly liked that picture book, and she hesitated for a while.

"Then I'll take that picture book home. I hope your family won't say anything."

That would be troublesome if they accused her of stealing.

Zheng Hao said speechlessly, "My family isn't that stingy."

Song Xianyin nodded: "Then tell me which one you want, and I'll go buy the paint after my exam tomorrow."

She had saved up quite a bit of money before, and those art supplies that were expensive for her only hurt her a little when she bought them now.

Money can be earned again once it runs out; making money from money is the right way.

"Are you going to buy it at Xuji?" Zheng Hao asked.

"Yes, she has a more complete selection of paints."

Zheng Hao was envious again: "My dad only buys me paint there on my birthday."

Song Xianyin buys things without hesitation; her family is truly powerful.

The next day, Song Xianyin ran into her homeroom teacher when she went to buy paint.

When the homeroom teacher saw her carrying a large box, he hesitated for a moment and asked, "Song Xianyin, does your family support your painting?"

The cost of painting is not low. According to Song Xianyin's information, she is not a local, but lives in a remote village.

However, judging from Song Xianyin's personality, clothing, and behavior, she didn't seem to have suffered.

Could it be that Song Xianyin's family were old landlords, so they still have some wealth and influence?

Song Xianyin nodded: "Teacher, my mother said I draw very well, and she bought me a lot of art supplies."

"So, are you going to study art abroad in the future?" the homeroom teacher asked curiously.

Song Xianyin was stunned. Going abroad? She seemed to have never thought about this before. This was too far away.

"I don't know." Song Xianyin honestly shook her head.

The homeroom teacher smiled and said, "It's alright, you're still young. Your family should be able to arrange things for you."

There are very few families that support their children's interests so much.