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Chapter 324: When everything is pixelated (32)

Song Zhishu blushed again after being teased.

The man's intention might not be to flirt with her; perhaps he simply wants her to call him "sir." But it is precisely this unintentional charm that is most captivating.

Especially for such a sensitive and proud girl.

Song Zhishu's eyes lit up, and she grabbed him tightly: "Sir, if you are now feeling uncomfortable because you can no longer hear me address you by that name, does that mean my pursuit has been effective?"

"Hmm?" Wen Xingzhi's tone rose at the end, his attitude ambiguous. He gently and carefully tucked the stray hairs behind Song Zhishu's ear back into place. His eyes shone like stars and the moon, his beauty lingering in a cool, gentle light, before he said, "A-Shu, it's time to go back."

Song Zhishu did not hear the answer she wanted.

She glared at Wen Xingzhi with displeasure, but before she could answer, she was dragged out.

To call Mr. Wen arrogant would be a bit unfair.

After all, the force was indeed very gentle.

But the speed was astonishing. Song Zhishu staggered, but was supported by the man's body. She couldn't fall down, nor could she stand up. She could only rely on his only arm, like a boat adrift on waves.

What can she do?

Climb up and give him your passionate and devout love.

Song Zhishu was somewhat bewildered by Wen Xingzhi's sudden unusual behavior, "...Sir? Sir?"

Wen Xingzhi didn't answer, but just kept pulling her along, his grip light yet firm enough to make her refuse.

He only let go of her hand when they reached the shady trees outside the school gate.

Song Zhishu was stunned for a moment. She ran over, cupped Wen Xingzhi's pale face in her hands, and waited for him to calm down before timidly looking up at her. Only then did she smile with relief, "Alright, let's go back."

She acted as if nothing had happened, still happily skipping around him: "You don't like the noodles there, right? Then we won't go there next time. Do you have any favorite restaurants? Can you tell me? Anyway, life is long, we have plenty of time."

"Oh, right, if you think I'm being too long-winded, then you can..."

“A-Shu”.

Wen Xingzhi finally stopped her incessant chatter.

Song Zhishu didn't seem upset at all about being interrupted; she smiled brightly and said, "I'm here."

"Do you want to know?" "What?"

"Something you may have already noticed."

Song Zhishun's lips brushed against the passage of time, unchanging through the years, yet her eyes sparkled with a radiant light. She whispered, "If you wish to speak to me, sir."

Wen Xingzhi's tender gaze never left her; he smiled gently and bent down in a bright flower field.

Wen Xingzhi's family is never mentioned.

How bad could a family be if it can raise such an exceptionally perfect child?

A family steeped in scholarship, a lineage of countless generations.

After all, the Wen family, which is powerful enough to shake the world, is behind them. How could it be that one person alone is supporting the whole family?

Wen Xingzhi does not deny this.

After all, he is not a human, but a god.

After his mother's death, the man who was once invincible, handsome, and captivating to countless beauties in Country A collapsed. He hated his son, and alcoholism became his only pleasure in life.

Countless days and nights, dark and windy, with the chill of the night, his father stared at him with those terrifying, heartless eyes.

"Wen Xingzhi, die."

Wen Xingzhi's smile then was exactly the same as it is now, even more radiant and charming than the swaying gardenia. He didn't even take a step back, and said gently, "Okay."