Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Before dawn, students sleeping in their beds were woken up by noises outside their dormitories.

"Who's shouting outside so early in the morning?!" Zheng Hao got out of bed angrily.

They already get very little sleep.

Zheng Hao wanted to go out and take a look, but it was still a bit dark outside. She nudged the others, but they just turned over and went back to sleep.

She really admired them; they could still sleep despite all the noise.

She put on her coat and walked towards the corridor. When she opened the door, she found that there were already many people standing outside, all leaning on the corridor railing, curiously watching the police below.

"What's going on?" Zheng Hao asked curiously.

The girl next to him shook her head: "I don't know, I only heard that a teacher was beaten up yesterday."

Zheng Hao was somewhat surprised: "The police came after you beat them up?"

Was this done by some terrorist?

The girl next to her lowered her voice and said, "I heard that teacher's condition is very serious. She's still in the hospital. If it had been any later, she would have died."

"Ah, how much hatred must there be?"

Zheng Hao was utterly baffled. How much did that student hate that teacher that he would beat him to this extent?

Teacher Zheng is still unconscious in the hospital, and Mrs. Zheng is crying uncontrollably.

"Brother, you must catch that student! How could he be so heartless!"

The man next to her had a very serious expression on his face. He patted her shoulder reassuringly and said, "Don't worry, sis."

Linhai City has been hot and humid lately. When the wind blows, the moisture in the air sticks to people's bodies and cannot be shaken off.

Song Qin's hair was soaked with sweat as she stood in the doorway, shielding herself from the sun. "What is it, Lao Jiang? I was busy and didn't hear you?"

She was wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt, and Song Qin felt her arms and back were a little sore from the sun.

"What did you say, Lao Jiang? I didn't hear you?" she asked loudly, holding the phone to her ear.

Upon hearing what Lao Jiang said on the other end of the phone, Song Qin's expression immediately turned ugly.

"Is he senile? They're all in school, why would he ask them for money?"

She clearly sent him money back at the beginning of the month, how come he used it all up so quickly?

"Is Lao Jiang next to you? Let him answer the phone."

“Song Qin, he refused to answer, so he asked you what to do about this.”

Song Qin was extremely annoyed. She had so much work to do, and now her family was causing her even more trouble.

"Are the brother and sister alright?"

Song Qin nodded to the employee not far away, then continued making the phone call.

She has figured things out.

Old Fu knew Song Xianyin had money, and wanted to take it from her and ask Fu Ci for some as well, but Fu Ci beat him up badly. The siblings are fine now, but Old Fu is probably badly injured.

Song Qin sighed and said to Lao Jiang across from her, "I'm sorry to trouble you again, Lao Jiang. I'll go back home this week."

Otherwise, this matter cannot be resolved.

At this moment, Song Xianyin and Zheng Hao bought breakfast in the cafeteria and went to the classroom.

"Song Xianyin, you're eating so much this morning?" Zheng Hao asked, somewhat surprised, looking at what she was holding.

"Yeah, otherwise what would we do if we got hungry?"

Zheng Hao's lips twitched. Song Xianyin's appetite was incomparable to that of ordinary people. She ate so much in the morning; she wondered how she would eat at night.

There were many police officers standing by the roadside, and more than a dozen students got into the police cars one after another.

"That's so exaggerated." Zheng Hao took a bite of her steamed bun.

The two people stood to the side, looking inside. As Song Xianyin looked, she spotted Fu Ci's figure.

Song Xianyin's mind went blank for a moment. How could her brother be inside?

Fu Ci calmly followed behind the students in front of him, letting the two policemen lead him inside.

He felt someone was watching him. He glanced over and saw Song Xianyin frowning deeply, her eyes filled with confusion and worry.

He and she made eye contact, and were quickly led into a car by the police.

"Don't be scared, students. You can go down after we ask you a few questions," the police officer reassured the students beside him.

"So many people went." Zheng Hao stood on tiptoe to take a look.

They weren't asking for anything outside, so it wasn't fun at all. She dragged Song Xianyin away.

Song Xianyin spent the whole day thinking about the scene from this morning.

It shouldn't have anything to do with Fu Ci.

The homeroom teacher specifically mentioned this matter before class, emphasizing its particularly egregious nature.

Although it didn't reach the level of murder, the student's malice was really great; Teacher Zheng almost died there last night.

"If you have anything to say, please tell your teacher. Your teacher will help you. Please, please don't do anything foolish, okay?"

"Teachers are all doing this for your own good, but every teacher has a different teaching method. If you feel uncomfortable with it, just tell the teacher and they will adjust their teaching methods accordingly."

The homeroom teacher spoke earnestly and patiently.

Students hitting teachers is completely upside down!

The weather has been getting hotter and hotter lately, and with no rain for a long time, the air is filled with heat.

Song Qin gave Lao Fu some money so he could go see a doctor.

Old Fu received the money, but he spent it all on gambling. He didn't even go to the doctor. When the wound on his forehead hurt, he just applied some medicine.

He felt a dull ache in his wound while playing cards, but he clicked his tongue and ignored it.

The person next to him glanced at him and said, "Old Fu, you really shouldn't go to the hospital to get it checked out. The blood on your wound looks a bit off."

Old Fu's attention was entirely focused on his cards. He had a cigarette dangling from his lips and said, "Hospitals are all scams. Where would I get so much money for them to swindle?"

"Song Qin is coming back in a few days, let her take me to see her."

Song Qin took him to the hospital, and it was definitely Song Qin who paid for it. That way, he could use all the money she had given him before to gamble.

When the time comes, make him sound pitiful and ask her to give him more money. He's injured, so he needs to eat something nutritious to recover.

"Don't end up playing cards with us and then suddenly disappearing," a villager joked.

Old Fu laughed and said, "That would be great, I'll treat you to a feast then."

"Pah, pah, pah, don't say such things," the old woman across the street cursed. "Don't you have anything better to do than say such unlucky things in broad daylight?"

Old Fu crossed his legs and said, "I don't even want to play cards with you women. You can't even take a joke. I haven't even said anything to you yet. If I did, you would curse us to death."

The old woman glared at them and said seriously, "You can't joke about this kind of thing. Last time, Old Xie's husband made this joke, and then he died a few days later."

"If you're going to open, don't do it in front of me." She was afraid that bad luck would be passed on to her.

Old Fu felt the wound on his head start to hurt again, and his chest also started to feel uncomfortable.

He gulped down a few mouthfuls of tea, but the discomfort grew stronger and stronger, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

After this game, go apply some medicine.