Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

Liang Yucheng had gotten used to it, and he would be called up to do problems every time there was a math class.

Whenever the math teacher was conducting evening self-study, he would call Liang Yuchen up and take the opportunity to explain problems to him. Liang Yuchen would save up her questions and ask him during self-study.

He stood up and walked over, abandoning the Akahoshi problem, which he had solved that morning.

Guo Han walked over to him and whispered, "Chixing didn't listen to the rest of the content. You'll have to listen carefully later."

Guo Han was happy that his two favorite students were sitting together. He didn't know why, but he was happy because he knew he would only need to explain things to them once if they had any questions.

"Okay, teacher."

Chi Xing is not a bad student who disobeys his teachers, especially teachers like Guo Han.

After walking around to the podium, Liang Yucheng filled both blackboards with three solutions, each with a clear and concise explanation.

Guo Han often marveled at Liang Yucheng's chalk handwriting—no, it should be said that Liang Yucheng's handwriting was always very good, as if he had specially studied calligraphy.

This is common in wealthy families, but not in poor families like this. It's not that they lack talent.

Practicing calligraphy requires starting from a young age and spending a lot of time practicing every day. Children from poor families don't have that much money and time; they are overwhelmed by farm work and housework when they get home.

Guo Han praised Liang Yucheng loudly, and then began to explain the problem.

Friday went by quickly; there were only two classes in the afternoon.

"Tomorrow is the weekend, are you going home?" Chi Xing asked Liang Yuchen.

In the original storyline, Liang Yucheng had a father who was always taking medicine.

The specific illness was not mentioned in the plot.

When the bell rang, Liang Yucheng tidied up her books and replied, "Yes, I'm going home. I'll run errands for you next week."

"alright."

This sentence was drowned out by the sound of desks being moved around in the classroom, as the class monitor directed the desks to be moved.

Having overheard the conversation between the homeroom teacher and Akahoshi, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk over:

"Akahoshi, you move to the first row of the third group."

Chi Xing ignored him, because Liang Yuchen hadn't heard him.

The class monitor was very embarrassed and afraid of Chixing's retaliation, so he could only walk up to Liang Yucheng and say:

"I'm sorry, Liang Yucheng. I didn't mean to neglect you before. Can you forgive me?"

This time, Liang Yucheng only heard him say sorry, and guessed the rest from his lip movements.

He didn't say anything, but he didn't want to forgive these people.

He considers himself a petty person; he hates anyone who has ever bullied him and will never forgive them.

The books on the floor were placed on the table, and the class monitor immediately bent down, picked up another stack of books, and said loudly, "I'll help you move them."

Without waiting for Liang Yucheng's consent, he grabbed the book and left.

Chi Xing snorted, patted Liang Yuchen's hand, and whispered in his left ear, "Let me move it, you rest."

There was no need for him to do this. He turned around and saw Zhong Cheng leading a few people from Class 3 over.

"Brother Xing, don't move, we'll take care of it."

Every Friday, desks need to be moved, and other classes do the same, so Zhong Cheng naturally comes to help.

Akahoshi told him the location and left it to them.

It was too noisy here, so Chi Xing grabbed Liang Yuchen's wrist and pulled him out to the corridor between the two buildings.

As the sun began to set, it shone on the covered walkway, bathing the surroundings in a golden glow.

Liang Yuchen faced the light, with Chi Xing's tall figure shielding him from the setting sun.

"Thank you for that scholarship," Liang Yucheng said.

He had expected that Akahoshi would stand up for him, but he never imagined that Akahoshi would trick Teacher Huang out of his money.

With this money, he could take his father to the hospital for a follow-up examination and buy better medicine.

Akahoshi reached out and ruffled his hair, which was a little yellow from malnutrition: "Where do you live? I'll pick you up on Sunday."

Liang Yucheng hesitated for a moment, but still told him.

"I'm leaving now." Liang Yucheng wanted to go home early to buy groceries and cook.

Akahoshi followed, saying, "Shall I take you home?"

Liang Yucheng didn't hear her and kept walking forward.

With a sigh, Akahoshi stopped and did not give chase.

250 transformed into a little black cat and followed after them, saying to Akahoshi in his mind:

Don't worry, there will be a chance to help him.

*

After getting off the bus, Liang Yucheng was holding a book in one hand and a bag of meat in the other.

After crossing the zebra crossing, I entered a densely populated urban village.

Wandering through the dimly lit alleyways, overhead are low-hanging power lines and dim, old streetlights.

After walking around for seven or eight minutes, I finally saw the entrance to a small courtyard.

Incense was lit at the door. Today is the first day of the ninth lunar month. My father burns incense on the first and fifteenth of every lunar month.

"Dad, I'm home."

I opened the small wooden door and went inside. A thin man wearing a white shirt was picking vegetables.

Upon seeing Liang Yuchen, the man's face lit up with joy: "Chenchen's back. Since it's Friday, shall we stir-fry some cured pork?"

Liang Yucheng smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Dad, we're having meat today."

"You're doing a part-time job again? Sigh, studying is tiring, you should take a good rest."

Liang Qinghe's voice was originally gentle and warm, but now it sounded weak due to his poor health.

"Hehe, it's no problem. There are a lot of rich people in our school. Students with poor grades ask me to tutor them."

Liang Yucheng smiled smugly, just like a noble little peacock.

"Haha, my Chenchen is so amazing! He should also take care to rest. Is he still the same classmate as before?"

Liang Qinghe fetched some water and washed vegetables in the courtyard before it got completely dark.

While cutting meat with her head down, Liang Yucheng said without looking up, "Yeah, that classmate is well-off. He even took me to a restaurant today. I'll take my dad there when I have the chance."

These words amused Liang Qinghe, who praised his son for his promising future and said he would definitely get into a good university.

"I'm sure I can. I've heard the university campus is very beautiful. I want Dad to come with me to see it."

When the topic of university came up, Liang Qinghe paused, the light in his eyes dimmed slightly, then quickly replaced it with a smile:

“Great! Dad has never seen what a university looks like.”

Liang Qinghe grew up in the mountains and was a farmer in his hometown. He dropped out of sixth grade and started working. At the age of thirteen, he went to work on construction sites carrying cement to earn money.

Later, through an introduction, I went to work as a cargo unloader in the town, where I worked for two years. Then, I went to the county town and worked on construction sites for three years.

He arrived in the bustling city of A at the age of eighteen, and all he could do was work on construction sites.

He was diagnosed with heart disease at the age of 25, and now at 37, he is in poor health. Construction sites don't want him, and other jobs require health certificates. He has no education and can't do anything.

As darkness fell, Liang Yucheng turned on the dim light under the eaves: "Dad, go inside and rest. I'll cook."

"Sigh, good, Chenchen's cooking is still the best."

These vegetables were all grown in this small courtyard. Speaking of this courtyard, Liang Yuchen has been living here ever since she came to live with her father.

It was a long-term lease at the time, so the annual rent wasn't that expensive, and the landlords were a very nice family. They haven't raised the price much over the years, otherwise they wouldn't be able to afford it either.