Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

Song Yu grabbed the bun and stuffed it into his mouth. The bun had no filling and was very dry, but it was better than starving to death.

He later learned that the old lady had noticed he hadn't gone to school for several days and guessed that he had been locked up and beaten again.

Fortunately, his mother didn't find out, which saved him from a beating.

Song Yuzhi took several photos of the street scene, then suddenly realized that the area around him was empty. He turned around and saw Chixing standing in front of the refrigerator in the shop, picking out a few popsicles.

Facing Song Yuzhi, Chi Xing raised his hand to show him the popsicle in his hand, and asked with a smile, "Which one do you want to eat? Or do you want to try them all?"

"Can, is it okay?"

The voice was very soft, as if the speaker was asking himself.

He nodded to Akahoshi: "Anything is fine, I'm not picky."

Akahoshi lowered her head and continued selecting items, concealing the sadness in her eyes.

The 250 in the sea of ​​consciousness continued to speak: [He's never eaten any of these. The Immortal Lord had a very miserable childhood, sob sob...]

Chixing recalled what 250 had just said about what happened to Song Yuzhi when he was a child, all of which involved the abuse and harm inflicted on him by his parents.

No certification is required to become a parent; anyone who can give birth can become a parent. Thus, mediocre people gain the right to control other people's lives.

This child is just a "game account" for them, to be driven, exploited, and trampled on at will. Not only do they not have to bear any responsibility, but this child will also have to support them in their old age.

With nowhere to vent his anger, Chi Xing looked at Song Yuzhi again, his face now beaming with a smile.

I walked over with a few popsicles in my hand, and upon closer inspection, I realized they were the same popsicles that the children had just bought.

Recalling how others ate popsicles, Song Yuzhi took a popsicle from Chixing and skillfully tore open the wrapper.

He had seen this action countless times and had fantasized countless times about getting an ice pop himself.

The crystal-clear white popsicles glittered in the sunlight and looked delicious.

Song Yuzhi smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Xing."

Chixing pulled him to sit on a wooden bench under a big tree in front of the shop.

"Don't just look at it, it'll melt in a bit."

As the popsicle slowly melted, Song Yuzhi quickly stuffed it into her mouth. The sudden coolness dispelled the summer heat.

It's icy cold and sweet; he's been looking forward to this popsicle for eighteen years.

Chi Xing had just gotten 250 to exchange for a thermos, put all the other popsicles in it, and said to Song Yuzhi:

"You can't eat too much at once, eat more later."

But he also opened one just like Song Yuzhi's, and the two of them sat under the tree eating popsicles.

Song Yuzhi was very happy, her eyes crinkling with joy. The popsicle was delicious, especially since it was bought by Chixing.

Even the wind that blows isn't hot; instead, it carries a cool, sweet scent.

The camera captured this scene from a distance, and the tone of the comments section shifted dramatically:

Seeing this made me go to the freezer and get an ice pop.

[Hilarious! We've already finished ours. I'm going to buy some now. I'm not giving up until I get my popsicles today!]

[Ha, it's just an ice pop. The son of a nouveau riche is so different, he's never even eaten an ice pop before? Look at his shabby appearance.]

That's normal; they probably used to eat salted fish all the time.

[Hahaha, this is hilarious! Isn't the son of the Salted Fish King just as shabby?]

[What's wrong with selling salted fish? They're loaded; you're just jealous.]

[Even earning money through your own abilities gets you criticized. They're in the seafood business; I don't even know what your family does, yet you look down on them.]

An ice pop made Song Yuzhi, who already had a good impression of Chixing, feel even closer to him. In his heart, Brother Xing was a very, very good person.

No one had ever bought him popsicles before; Xing Ge was the first.

She was also his first friend in life, and Song Yuzhi vowed to cherish her and remain friends even if they couldn't be together in the future.

He carefully licked the popsicle stick clean, not wanting to waste a single bit.

Suddenly remembering something, his eyes widened: "Brother Xing, we only have fifty yuan in funds."

I just bought a lot of popsicles. They only have fifty yuan in budget, and they also need to eat. Is that enough?

Akahoshi took out some money from his pocket: "Then count how much you have left?"

Song Yuzhi took the money and counted it. The original owner of the body was very rich, but those were just balance numbers on her phone, far less real than cash.

Like now, he has never received so much money before, forty-two dollars.

Chixing said, "The popsicles just now were mostly one or two yuan each, not expensive."

Song Yuzhi nodded, then lowered her voice again: "So it's only one yuan."

He thought it was very, very expensive. He had been craving it for so many years, and now he felt a little ashamed.

He stuffed the money back to Chixing, saying, "Brother Xing, you keep it. I'm afraid I'll lose it."

Chi Xing took the money and casually put it in his pocket; Song Yuzhi secretly noted this scene.

Do the same thing next time he has cash, but keep a close eye on it so it doesn't get lost.

If it gets lost...

211 replied: "It's gone, it's gone. You don't need the money, and no one will blame you here."

System 211 seemed to have disappeared after I said I wasn't going back this morning, so why is it back now?

Thinking this way, he asked the question in his mind.

211 suddenly transformed into a beautiful sunflower, which swayed gracefully in his mind.

Amazingly, the sunflower's roots don't have soil; instead, they act like legs, allowing it to walk. It sits on a conjured wicker chair, wearing sunglasses, holding a glass of juice in one hand, and casually resting the other on the chair's armrest.

After taking a sip of juice, 211 said:

[I've already spoken to headquarters. If I'm not going back, I'm not going back. Anyway, Song Yuzhi over there doesn't want to come back.]

Song Yuzhi's expression changed: "He went to my original world? But it wasn't a good place. Why wouldn't he want to come back?"

I jumped off the building. If Song Yuzhi were to wake up, I can't imagine what her parents would do.

Will they lock him up again and starve him? Will they whip him with a belt? Will they break his legs with a stick?

The more Song Yuzhi thought about it, the more terrified she became. The blush on her face from the heat faded, leaving only a deathly pale expression. The panic in her eyes was seen by Chixing.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Akahoshi was worried that eating popsicles had caused her discomfort.

Song Yuzhi shook her head: "I'm fine. Let's go, let's go find the token."

The sudden sense of guilt made Song Yu feel terrible. He was enjoying everything the original owner of the body was enjoying, while the original owner was very likely suffering his own misery.

211 quickly explained: "Don't worry, it's not what you think. Have you forgotten what the original owner's personality was like? Besides being a cannon fodder character, who else do you think could bully him?"

Yes, the original owner grew up in a loving family, was confident, outgoing and passionate, and was never bullied.

"How is he?" Song Yuzhi couldn't help but ask.