Transmigrated into a Book: 80s' Group-Favored Little Slacker

When Qi Yunyi opened her eyes, she found herself transmigrated into a book, becoming the vicious female supporting character. In the early stage, she relentlessly bullied the male supporting charac...

Chapter 198: Learning has tortured me thousands of times, but I still treat learning like my first love

The two adults thought about it for a while, but couldn't figure out what was wrong with the little one. However, they decided to make their own efforts to repair the friendship between the children.

So, when Qi Yunyi returned home that day, she found that there was no one at home, even the nanny was nowhere to be seen. With no one there, there was definitely no food or anything.

At the same time, a mouth-watering aroma came from the opposite door.

Qi Yunyi swallowed and silently ran to the kitchen to prepare noodles.

Dog Xingxing, who wants to be his childhood sweetheart? It hasn't been long and he's already tired of it. He's tired of it. It's fine if he's tired of it.

As I said, who cares?

Qi Yunyi was so angry that the pots and pans in her hands clanged loudly.

Qiao Yueyue originally wanted the fragrance to attract the greedy little cat to come over on its own initiative, but who would have thought that this trick would not work.

Qiao Yueyue frowned, feeling that things were not simple.

She pulled the confused Song Mingzhu over and asked her, "Zhuzhu, did your uncle and Yiyi have a fight these past few days?"

Song Mingzhu looked bewildered, then shook her head: "We can't even see our uncle, so how can we quarrel with him? Besides, our uncle has become so quiet. He hardly talks, so we can't quarrel even if we want to."

If it's not a quarrel, then what is it?

Qiao Yueyue, who had traveled through time a dozen years earlier, suddenly high-fived.

Could it be the puberty that Dad once talked about?

Yes, I’m twelve years old.

In her time, her family would have already started looking for a husband for her, and in three years, she would be old enough to get married.

This era is still just a child.

But he is still just a child, but he has begun to understand more and may even be beginning to fall in love for the first time.

Thinking of this, Song Mingzhu, who was about to go wash her hands, was grabbed by Qiao Yueyue again: "Yi Yi, are there any boys who are very close to you?"

"No."

Song Mingzhu raised her chin high: "Yi Yi is the person closest to me. We have always been inseparable."

Her proud expression made Qiao Yueyue knock her head helplessly: "Alright, I know you have a good relationship with Yi Yi, go and ask Yi Yi to come over for dinner."

Upon hearing this, Song Mingzhu hurriedly washed her hands, went out and started knocking on the door opposite.

Qiao Yueyue went to knock on Song Xinglan's room.

The door opened, and Song Xinglan's face, which only had a little childishness left, showing that he was still a child, appeared before his eyes.

"Xingxing, I have a question for you. Is there any girl in your class that you think is particularly cute?"

Song Xinglan frowned slightly, a little confused as to why Qiao Yueyue would ask him this question, but he still shook his head, "No."

No, right?

That shouldn't be the first love between a young boy and a young girl.

So what happened to these two little ones?

Qiao Yueyue thought about it over and over but still couldn't figure it out, while Song Xinglan put down the puzzle in his hand and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"No more. Oh, by the way, it's time to eat. You can fight later. Let's go eat first."

"good."

Qiao Yueyue left Song Xinglan's room. When Song Xinglan came out, Song Mingzhu had not returned yet.

Feeling that the friendship between the children was in danger of breaking down, Qiao Yueyue, who was trying to find a way to mend the situation, did not urge them. Instead, she casually mentioned it at the dinner table:

"Your Uncle Qi and Aunt Jiang are not at home. Grandpa Yiyi is sick. When they left, Yiyi was still in school, so they didn't inform her. They wanted me to take care of her. Zhuzhu went to call someone, but she might not want to come. I don't know if she and Zhuzhu had a fight."

Qiao Yueyue sighed heavily. "You said Yi Yi is so cute. Will the boys in her class deliberately bully her because she is so cute? Also, there is no one at home. Yi Yi is a little girl at home alone. This is not okay. But what if she doesn't come to our house?"

"She will come."

This was Song Xinglan’s reply.

As for the question of whether the boys in the class would bully her because she was cute, Song Xinglan obviously didn't think Qi Yunyi could be bullied by the boys in her class.

Although six years have passed, in the minds of adults, Qi Yunyi has become a cute and naive little princess who was raised in an ivory tower.

However, as someone who grew up together and sat at the same table for six years, no one should know her true nature better than Song Xinglan.

It's good enough that she doesn't bully others, but being bullied?

That's impossible. If she really gets bullied, wouldn't she go to Master Yang and pretend to cry and act cute, then shake off Master Yang's group of martial arts disciples, and go out to bully them back in a show of force?

Master Yang couldn't do anything with her. If she acted like a spoiled child, he would definitely send his own disciples to serve as bodyguards.

Song Xinglan was very calm.

At the Qi family, when Song Mingzhu knocked on the door, Qi Yunyi was boiling water, feeling aggrieved while doing so.

How can I have only one father and one mother when I am so old?

How come there isn't even a single person in sight?

Even if you are not at home for something, shouldn't you ask Zhuzhu's mother to pick you up and explain the situation to you?

How could I leave her with an empty home?

My parents are not at home, so the nanny can’t not come.

Qi Yunyi's grievances were almost like a river, just like her sadness.

I'm still hungry, and the delicious food from next door is tempting me.

If it were in the past, she would have rushed over and knocked on the door.

Isn't it that the friendship between Ruoyu and Song Xinglan inexplicably broke down when they reached a certain age?

Plus, she was originally destined to be the female supporting role, destined to bully Song Xinglan. She was vicious and arrogant, and acted recklessly because she was liked by others...

Why?

He is so unscrupulous because he likes...

Yes, Song Xinglan likes the supporting female character. If we use the trope in the novel as an example, she is Song Xinglan’s white moonlight in his youth, the kind who can leave a lifelong mark in his heart.

So how could their friendship capsize so easily?

Qi Yunyi didn't think that middle school students had started to understand feelings and fall in love early. Back then, when she was in middle school...

Um, I don’t have much memory, so I won’t mention it. Back then, when the female supporting role was in junior high school, she was only instigated to cause trouble for others. As for love, that was something she was instigated to do in high school.

So, it is impossible to fall in love too early, and students should behave like students.

Study seriously, study hard, study every day. I love studying. I have a date with studying, the kind that will never leave or abandon me.

As the saying goes, no matter how much studying tortures me, I still treat it like my first love.

Ah, I suddenly feel elevated.

Qi Yunyi opened her eyes and no longer felt so aggrieved. She thought about going to the next room to eat some vegetables after the noodles were cooked.

Even though I don’t have a childhood sweetheart, I still have my childhood sweetheart, so it’s okay to get a free meal from her.

It was also at this time that Song Mingzhu knocked on the door.

Qi Yunyi opened the door and let Song Mingzhu in. When Song Mingzhu learned that Qi Yunyi wanted to cook noodles, she thought about it and decided to eat noodles with her. The two of them began to work together to cook noodles.

They completely forgot about the worried parents waiting on the other side.