Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 635: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (8)

If Min Xiuzhe's personality were something like a yandere, Song Zhishu would naturally keep her distance from the female lead. Unfortunately, Min Xiuzhe is both wicked and righteous, unaware of his own innocence. Xiao Lewei is the only ray of light in his numb life that gives him the motivation to move forward, yet he has no intention of holding onto that light tightly.

He was just following her.

But not possess

He knew, of course, that he was afflicted with a terrible disease, beyond cure. He would just watch her silently, watch her strive for success, watch her embrace the sun, watch her fall in love.

She was happy, he was sightseeing, that was all. Therefore, if Song Zhishu held a secure enough place in Xiao Lewei's heart, Min Xiu would most likely not take her life.

He couldn't allow Xiao Lewei's life to have even the slightest crack because of him.

He was clearly dust, filth, a snake, a heart full of cold venom, and fists wielding sharp blades.

But there is always a corner of him that is the wind, the grass, the mountain, untouched by the world, pure and innocent like a newborn child.

Song Zhishu's plan was quite clever, but it also delayed Xiao Lewei's return home. When the two of them reached the school gate, she still felt bad: "Teacher Xiao, how about I take you home? It's not safe for a young girl like you."

Looking at her in her white dress, so delicate and graceful, like a beautiful flower, Xiao Lewei hesitated for a moment, wondering whether she should tell her that she was actually more insecure.

Soon, things started to look strange. Two blinding lights shone down, and Song Zhishu and Xiao Lewei squinted to see a magnificent luxury car. It was very understated in the night, yet it exuded a strong sense of luxury, which was completely out of place with the somewhat dilapidated high school.

The male protagonist inside opened the window, his eyes fixed on Xiao Lewei: "Teacher Xiao, I've come to pick you up."

Song Zhishu glanced at the bicycle she was pushing.

It's a bit embarrassing.

It's ok

Song Zhishu waved with a smile to Xiao Lewei, who kept turning back in the car, but in reality, she was gritting her teeth in anger.

So, having a little money means you can steal someone's wife?

She got on her little bicycle, thought for a moment, then put on the original owner's oversized black coat, took out the small scissors she always carried, cut out two eyes and a nose from a large red floral cloth, put them on her head, and leisurely went to the bookstore.

A street thug, seeing a bicycle creaking out from the shadows, was about to approach with a wicked grin when a large red floral cloth suddenly emerged from the darkness, startling him so much that he stumbled. The original owner of this body wasn't short at all; on the contrary, before the arrival of the light that brought new life to this country, when the people of this nation could barely feed and clothe themselves, the original owner's height was comparable to that of an average man.

Under the shopkeeper's suspicious gaze, she picked and chose among several calligraphy copybooks. Finally, she reluctantly picked one that looked acceptable, and as she passed by, she saw a small video camera.

Song Zhishu reached into his pocket, his expression grave.

"Tuan'er, money."

[Host, how could I possibly have that?] The white dumpling picked its nose. [How about I give you a piece of cotton from my body?]

What would I need that thing for?

Well, she could afford a video camera like this. However, the original owner of this body hadn't had much money left from her scholarships because she focused on skincare during university, and her teaching salary in a small town wouldn't be high either. Buying it would make her life a bit tighter. But considering the original owner's cheap rent, reasonably priced skincare products, the free meals Hongxing High School offered her as a welcome gift, and the salary bonus based on her class's performance, Song Zhishu still generously bought the video camera.

To avoid causing trouble with her sweet, delicate voice, Song Zhishu remained silent throughout, quietly waiting for the shop owner, who had even brought a kitchen knife in case she was robbed, to give her the bill with a mixture of suspicion and disbelief. Her small hand, hidden tightly by her wide sleeves, handed him the money, and she nonchalantly rode away on her bicycle. There was a pharmacy along the way, and remembering Min Xiuzhe's profession, she didn't hesitate to buy two or three bottles of iodine, bandages, and some other small items.

Since the rent was ridiculously cheap, it must mean the environment was absolutely terrible. Following her memory, Song Zhishu rode along the dark path, with a picture of a little white dumpling singing "Heroes' Song" to embolden her in her mind.

As she was passing through a quiet, deserted alley, she heard a series of wails and foul curses mixed with sounds of fighting coming from a nearby, remote, and cramped alley. It was quite eerie in the dark moonlight.

Ordinary people would have fled long ago, but Song Zhishu lingered there.

[Host! What are you hesitating for! The villain is fighting with people inside! Hurry up and be a hero to save the hero!] The white dumpling was in a great hurry, and Song Zhishu was afraid that it would burn the cotton on its body.

She gave a forced smile: "You know it's going to be a bloodbath, huh? If I went in, wouldn't I just get killed?"

She wasn't worried; she remembered that this passage was in the original text.

Tonight is the day Min Xiu will take care of a local bully who is arrogant and lawless. He is not some chivalrous and righteous hero. The old beggar's fate is enough for him to remember. He is just doing his job for money.

Little did they know that the client's subordinates had leaked the information. The local thugs deliberately led Min Xiuzhe into a dead end, hoping to trap him and his three henchmen like turtles in a jar, capture him alive, and torture him. In addition, thinking that they could outnumber him, they only brought sticks and not knives. Min Xiuzhe then beat them mercilessly with his fists, leaving them sprawled on the ground, teeth knocked out.

She didn't remember the ending, but Min Xiu survived anyway. She didn't want to get involved in this mess. What if she got beaten up? She couldn't let the original owner's precious face be damaged.

[…Then, host, do you think it's possible for Min Xiuzhe to fight four armed men, or rather, gangsters, without sustaining any injuries?]

Song Zhishu took a nap

[In the original text, although Min Xiuze killed those four, he himself was beaten so badly he couldn't move, and the female lead had to rescue him because she was passing by in an emergency. You, damn it, the female lead never rides in the male lead's car before, and you've wasted her time by putting her in his car. Do you really think she'd be able to drive through some back alley now that she's in a luxury car?]

Woj

Song Zhishu threw down her bicycle and fell into the moonlit ground with a clatter.

The eerie sounds from the alleyway gradually faded, but her ears remained ringing, and all she could hear was the long, mournful howl of the evening wind. Her steps quickened, and by the time she managed to climb onto the rough stone wall, before she could even catch her breath, she looked up and was plunged naked into the darkness.

"........."

A strange, vibrant red liquid silently spread beneath her white shoes. Her trembling gaze swept over the four pools of blood and gore, finally settling on the lifeless boy deep in the alley. Suddenly, his limbs stiffened and trembled, startling Song Zhishu, who watched as Min Xiu slowly lifted his eyes.

The scarlet ghost's eyes, though cold and desolate under the moonlight, shone directly on her.

Cold, vicious, gloomy, and treacherous.

He leaned against the high wall, its walls raw and craggy, his eyes half-raised, their color tinged with blood. In the holy, revitalizing moonlight, they shimmered with a bewitching brilliance, a grotesque, decaying glow. He let the blood flow freely, his icy gaze like a venomous snake coiling around Song Zhishu's limp legs.

In the darkness, he is like a demon descended to earth, drinking human flesh and blood, and killing hearts and minds.

Every glance and expression carried a deep-seated, blatant malice.