[Quick Transmigration] Cannon Fodder Counterattack

In the middle of the night, Jiang Chengjin quietly left her room and walked into Rong Jing's room.On the large double bed, Rong Jing was frowning, her face was flushed, and she looked very uncomfortable.

He walked over and touched Rong Jing's forehead, it was hot - probably, not long after he left, Rong Jing had a fever.

Self-blame and guilt intertwined in his heart, creating a sense of astringency.He couldn't help biting his lower lip, pulled back the quilt that Rong Jing had kicked away and pressed it back, went to the bathroom and twisted the handkerchief over Rong Jing's forehead.At the same time, he was still wiping Rong Jing's hands and feet with another handkerchief to lower the temperature on Rong Jing's body.

I don't know how many times I walked back and forth, but when the sky was getting dark, the temperature on Rong Jing's body finally dropped.Even if it was still a little hot, it wouldn't be easy for others to notice.

Exhaling lightly, Jiang Chengjin did not take away the veil covering Rong Jing's forehead, but scrubbed it again and put it back on.

He knew that Rong Jing didn't like those bland food, but he had a soft spot for strong food.But now that Rong Jing has a fever, where can she eat those.Even if it would make Rong Jing even more unhappy, he couldn't let Rong Jing continue to have a fever.

Just as he was about to leave, someone grabbed him by the corner of his clothes.When he turned his head, Rong Jing was looking at him sideways, with her lips tightly pressed together.Perhaps because of the fever, those bright black eyes looked hazy at the moment, the sharpness and arrogance seen during the day were gone, and all that was left was the whitewashed strength.

"Go to your room."

Because of her physical discomfort, Rong Jing closed her eyes after saying this, and gritted her teeth to endure the pain that was about to blurt out.

Jiang Chengjin understood Rong Jing's meaning after thinking about it carefully.If the Rong family knew that Rong Jing had a fever because of him, he would definitely be punished badly by the Rong family.He is a student with no power, what can he use to fight the Rong family?

But Rong Jing is different. No one knows the name of Rong Jing's reckless behavior. She ran into other people's rooms and drove them aside. Compared with some things Rong Jing did in the past, this kind of thing is completely different It doesn't hurt or hurt.

Rong Jing did this just to help him...

The eye sockets were slightly hot, Jiang Chengjin blinked hastily, responded, picked up the quilt and took the person together, and walked out carefully.

Even though the headache was severe, Rong Jing couldn't help raising her eyelids to observe Jiang Chengjin from that little gap - he just didn't like the person he wanted to revenge to be punished by others, where did this guy think?I was actually moved... Tsk.

Anyway, Rong Jing is notoriously lazy, so it's not surprising that one day she doesn't want to walk and needs to be hugged and fed, so no one notices that Rong Jing has a fever during the day, but they all lament that Jiang Chengjin is so kind to Rong Jing.

Only they know the truth.Rong Jing is not lazy at all, but he can't walk or hold a spoon now!

Hearing the compliments from the servants, Jiang Chengjin only felt that his face was burning hot, wishing there was a hole in the ground for him to crawl in.He didn't treat Rong Jing well, it was clearly because of him that Rong Jing became like this.

Fortunately, Rong Jing recovered at night.There is no fever and the body is not weak anymore, as if... everything before was just an illusion.

The moment she was able to walk by herself, Rong Jing immediately broke free from Jiang Chengjin's arms, turned around and left with a sneer smile, let alone a word of thanks, she didn't even give Jiang Chengjin a good face.

For some reason, Rong Jing's superficial hatred made him heave a sigh of relief, as if such Rong Jing was not scary.

As soon as she returned to her room, Rong Jing picked up the phone, her black eyes were deep, she quietly stared at the string of numbers displayed on the screen.The moment the phone was connected, he raised a smile, but that smile was full of malice and cruelty.

"Mom, I'm Jing'er~ It's okay, Jing'er just misses her mother. Does mother miss Jing'er?... Woo, mom hates it! I only bully Jing'er... Hee hee, mother, Cheng Jin is back Yes. Jinger wants Chengjin to teach Jinger~... Chengjin was admitted to x university, Jinger thought, Chengjin is so good, it is definitely an honor for him to teach the genius Jinger...Ah, I was discovered by my mother. That's right, Jing'er just likes Cheng Jin. Cheng Jin is so obedient, who doesn't like it...mua~Jing'er loves her mother the most, mother works hard, bye~"

After hanging up the phone, Rong Jing curled her lips, rolled around on the bed twice, and dragged herself to wash up.

——The show is about to begin, are you ready, Jiang, Cheng, Jin.

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The next day, Rong Jing got up on time, and obediently came to the room specially cleaned up for him as a classroom.There, Jiang Chengjin was already waiting for him.

"Cough...the first class today is music class. Let's learn about the staves first..." Jiang Chengjin coughed, trying to put on a straight face to look like a teacher, although...it probably won't work.

——Looking at Rong Jing's smiling face, you know it's not working, okay?

"...This is Little Xingxing, Rong Jing, come and play it again." After playing Little Xingxing in slow motion, Jiang Chengjin said seriously.

Rong Jing pursed her lips. When he put his hands on the keys, what he played was not a simple little star, but Chopin's waltz, which was required in the tenth grade piano exam.

Even though Rong Jing's hands were still short and couldn't let her five fingers land on the five keys, this did not prevent Rong Jing from slapping Jiang Chengjin's face swollen with smooth music.

After the song was over, Rong Jing looked back at Jiang Chengjin who had a wooden face, her tone was very calm, without much emotion: "I don't need to come to music class."

Rubbing his face, Jiang Chengjin said dryly: "Since you don't need to take music lessons... then let's take Chinese."

Jiang Chengjin took out the Chinese textbook, but Rong Jing wrote a magnificent composition with gorgeous rhetoric, profound meaning, and majestic meaning in the blank space of the last page of the textbook. Lush and powerful.

Putting down the book, Jiang Chengjin turned his face away: "Next, it's painting..."

Before Jiang Chengjin could take out the book, Rong Jing had already pushed the language document to him. In the blank space behind the cover, Rong's mother was nestling in Rong's father's arms. The two just met a simple look, but the pulse between them The warmth of the pulse flowed out from the movements and expressions of the two of them.

The shading in this painting is also great, and even the folds of the clothes look real.If you ignore that the painting is only black and white, it looks indistinguishable from a real person.

I believe that even if you are a student who graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts, you can't draw better than Rong Jing.

Jiang Chengjin said weakly: "Mathematics class..."

Rong Jing took out a math book, wrote a problem on it and pushed it to Jiang Chengjin, watching Jiang Chengjin calmly drifting away in disbelief.

Cursing her lips, Rong Jing swaggered out of the "classroom" with her hands behind her back.

——How does it feel to be slapped in the face?Jiang Chengjin.

The author has something to say: bang bang bang, the little housekeeper's face was swollen from the blows Little theater:

Little Steward (sorrow): Heck...my face hurts...

Rong Jing (evil smile): Come and let me rub it for you...

After a while...

Little Steward (face flushed): No, don't lick it...that's weird...well...

Rong Jing (smiling low): Then, what about this?

Little Butler: Well...well...