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Chapter 550: Do as you please, just don't treat me badly (19)

Song Zhishu blinked, not feeling embarrassed at all. She nodded perfunctorily and urged him to get up and eat quickly.

Perhaps because he had spent so much time in an orphanage, Chuan Xun dawdled and didn't want to get up, as this was his first time in such a comfortable environment.

"If you don't get up, I won't knock next time I come in."

As expected of Song Zhishu, she always manages to accurately and fatally grasp the opponent's weak point.

Sunlight streamed down, making even the dust motes look beautiful. They floated and swayed in the air, creating a series of graceful, butterfly-like movements.

Song Zhishu rested her chin on her hand, watching Chuan Xun eat in small bites. It wasn't very elegant; perhaps she was too moved to eat anything else after eating so many squid skewers yesterday. But she didn't seem like a wild child who had never received any education.

He's thin, but with some rest, he'll probably get a bit rounder. He'll definitely be a handsome young man then!

"I'll take you to the school after we finish eating," Song Zhishu said without waiting for a reply. After saying that, she buried her head, opened WeChat, and easily found Xun Chuan among her few contacts.

Xiao Song must have remembered something today: Xun Chuan, don't skip class.

Chuan Xun still felt awkward, and he felt even more uncomfortable after seeing that Song Zhishu had only told him once. He pouted and asked, "Sister, I don't want to go. Can I not go?"

Look, yesterday I didn't dare to breathe loudly, but today I'm calling her "sister, sister."

“No,” Song Zhishu said, seeing that Xun Chuan had not responded for a long time and giving up hope that he would reply to her message: “Going to school is very important and is closely related to your future career. You can’t be careless.”

Chuan Xun wavered. He bit his lip, about to grit his teeth and agree, when he heard Song Zhishu's slightly cold voice: "If you don't go to school, you'll have a hard time having a bright future. It's so embarrassing to take you out like this."

Chuan Xun: ……………

It was already past seven in the morning when they finished breakfast. Since transmigrating, Song Zhishu had hardly had time to properly explore this new world. In fact, it wasn't much different from the previous world, except that the adorable He Jian had become a complete idiot.

Song Zhishu scoffed coldly before leading Chuan Xun to search east and west.

She had never been exposed to these things before. From childhood, under the protection of the Xun family elders, she had grown up following her own heart, drinking alone under the moonlight and singing in the scorching sun. Now, she had grown into a graceful and serene tree. Suddenly, she had to find a school for a child, which was quite difficult.

No, I can't expose myself in front of that brat.

Song Zhishu pretended to be an expert, leading Chuan Xun through a series of turns, which made the child flustered. He tugged at Song Zhishu's sleeve, unsure of what to do, and asked, "Sister, are we on the right track? We're going to school, not prison, right?"

Why is the road I walk on becoming increasingly desolate?

Song Zhishu: ...A white dumpling, is it that obvious?

[...] Looking at the deep city, which was a million miles away from all the primary schools, the little white dumpling had to cover its face and said in a hoarse voice, "Congratulations, Zhi'er..."

Song Zhishu's face lit up with joy

[You have successfully reached the noodle shop, which is 5 kilometers away from all the kindergartens.]

"........."

Why, why can't I be happy this time?

She felt a little flustered, but still tried to remain calm: "No, I just wanted to come here for a meal."

"But we just ate..."

As soon as Chuan Xun said that, it was obvious that a crack appeared on the girl's usually aloof face.

"I have three stomachs."

She casually uttered a sentence and pulled Chuan Xun into the store.

"..." Your brain must be all over your stomach.

Once inside, Song Zhishu realized something was wrong.

She somehow led Chuan Xun through a maze of twists and turns. Although this was the capital of Yue Kingdom, it was also a place teeming with all sorts of unsavory characters, and there were quite a few wealthy young men who acted recklessly.

Just like the three tables of people in front of her now,

Fine, I'll just have to make do with the remaining two stomachs for now.

Song Zhishu pulled Chuan Xun and tried to turn around, but the hooligan over there couldn't control himself and let out a loud and frivolous whistle.

"Beautiful lady, why don't you come in and sit for a while?"

Red Hair's gaze followed her eyes intently; he thought she was truly beautiful.

Although Song Zhishu appeared unapproachable, like a snow lotus blooming on a snow-capped mountain, her solitary milky color surpassing even the frozen West Lake, her eyes were beautifully expressive, with a small red mole at the corner of her eye etched like a series of graceful roses blooming on a hundred-foot-high mountain.

The roses bloom quietly on the fertile black soil; some admire them but hesitate to pick them, yet they display a stunning beauty blooming on the snow-capped mountains.

It really makes you want to take a peek.

While Hongmao was in a daze, Song Zhishu frowned and stepped out the door. She glanced at her subordinates, grabbed Chuanxun, and tried to run away.

"Stand still." Red Hair was clearly the leader here. As soon as he said this, a large number of the dozen or so people who were just about to burst into action stood up, clearly intending not to let Song Zhishu leave.

She glanced deeply at the proprietress who was huddled inside, too afraid to utter a sound, and said in a cold voice, "You rich young masters certainly have quite the airs."

She didn't know who everyone was. For Song Zhishu, remembering everyone was an impossible task. However, she could tell that they were probably from wealthy families. She thought that this would at least make these hooligans more restrained, but they became even more unruly.

"Oh, you know that?" Red Hair approached and said, "Want to come to my house for a bit? My bed is really soft."

It seems to be implying something.

Chuan Xun felt the hand holding him begin to tremble violently, his eyes darkening.

Song Zhishu doesn't swear; the longest she's ever spoken was probably during her confrontation with Xun Chuan last night. She was born with the clear, delicate light of fish scales in a flowing river, intolerant of any impurity. Therefore, even the sharpest glass cannot pierce her in the slightest.

But this is different.

She was completely unable to perform at her speaking and hosting level under these circumstances.

Because I've never experienced it before.

She could only retreat, trying to escape. "Don't run," he grinned wickedly, desire surfacing in the dark circles under his eyes, "I promise, you'll be very comfortable with your brother..."

These words sounded disgusting, but they provoked a group of boys nearby to burst into obscene and grating laughter.

The snow lotus's hard, unshakeable roots and tail swayed.

The thorns from the roses stung my eyes, making them bloodshot.

"You cried?" Seeing Song Zhishu clench her teeth and have redness around her eyes, Hongmao felt even more itchy and wanted to reach out and touch her face.

A sudden gust of wind rushed in, making it difficult for anything to grow, and tearing a hideous and difficult-to-heal rift into the fiery early summer.

They lit the candles into their throats.

It made people snot and tears stream down their faces.