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Chapter 644: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (17)

Min Xiuzhe's idea was too blunt and easy to understand, and he agreed too readily. It was hard for Song Zhishu not to be suspicious. Otherwise, she wouldn't have added a sentence at the end before leaving. However, what she didn't expect was that Min Xiuzhe really didn't throw it away. There was also something else: the displeasure of having her thoughts discovered.

These two words seemed out of place when applied to someone as rotten as a dry well, but Song Zhishu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He was well-versed in the rules of survival, but he was completely unfamiliar with Song Zhishu's inexplicable "goodwill."

He was so unfamiliar with how to deal with things he didn't like, ultimately because no one had ever broken into his dark and gloomy door, and when he thought of simply throwing it away, he remembered Xiao Lewei's concerns.

Song Zhishu was quite pleased to see Min Xiuzhe caught in a dilemma, looking completely lost because of her things. She'd made Min Xiuzhe busy for two days; she had to get something back.

Since he's already taken it and isn't going to throw it away, as long as the method isn't too extreme, we'll eventually wait until he opens the notebook.

Song Zhishu is full of confidence in this regard, but he also needs to take advantage of the current easing of the Fujian revision policy to speed up the process.

Her first class was her Chinese class.

She had already taught two or three classes and finally finished explaining that long and tedious classical Chinese text. She tried her best to make it lively and interesting, and the atmosphere in the classroom was indeed harmonious and pleasant, but there was still a sense of drowsiness in the students.

But this time is different. Today's lesson is a text that sounds very interesting, with a fairy tale-like quality.

In fact, when Song Zhi was writing his notes, he also discovered that this world was relatively backward, but its history was long and rich, and the effects of these two factors were particularly evident in culture and technology.

Both the original owner and Song Zhishu felt that it was one of the few classical Chinese texts that was clear and sweet, but for Min Xiuze, the starting point was too high, so he didn't listen to any of those three lessons.

This text is also quite long, but it consists mostly of dialogue.

The story mainly revolves around a proud nobleman who transforms into an unremarkable rabbit. He nearly gets roasted and eaten by a greedy palace servant, and is then thrown away by a cold-blooded guard. On the verge of death, he is rescued by the son of a poor family. Although he is almost roasted by his parents, he survives thanks to the child's heated argument.

Then, he witnessed the suffering of the poor who were starving, the despicable desires and malice, and the kind and pure hearts of a poor family.

Driven by both exorbitant taxes and natural and man-made disasters, the family suffered terribly, with some starving and others dying of illness. The rabbit, too, was not spared. But just as he was about to perish, he awoke, realizing it was all a fleeting dream. Initially filled with indignation and a desire to change the world, he was gradually corrupted by the materialistic and decadent people around him, and reverted to his extravagant lifestyle of luxury and indulgence.

The final outcome is

"His hands were covered in the fragrant perfume of the fair-skinned woman, but they were as white as the snowflakes falling in a dream when one is cold and freezing. He suddenly became furious, pushed away the soft beauty in his arms, and went to grab a tissue to wipe them off."

He reached out to touch the pristine white tissue, but all he saw in his blurry vision was the outstretched, emaciated foreleg of a rabbit. Then, in a flash, there was no tissue at all, but rather a massive, white snowfall.

He died, but where he died remains unknown.

After class started, Song Zhishu glanced at Min Xiuzhe almost imperceptibly. He was staring blankly at his desk, but unlike usual, his gaze was unusually deep, as if frozen, as if it would burn a hole through him. She silently pursed her lips, but her face was radiant. She made a gesture, and the loud reading voice that had been booming slowly faded away until it was completely silent.

"Today we will talk about the lesson 'The Rabbit'."

Song Zhishu reached out and effortlessly wrote down the title and author. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly felt a slightly heavy gaze upon her.

Fujian Xiuze

Without pausing, she continued her eloquent speech in front of the blackboard, which lacked a computer and PowerPoint presentation, and looked around with her usual beaming smile.

But Min Xiu lowered his eyes, pressed his cold, dry lips together, and looked deep and brooding.

Her gaze, as if burning with passion, lingered on him for several seconds, her eyebrows curving into a charming smile.

His teacher was delighted to sense that he was looking at her as if he were studying.

She thought she was listening to a lecture. Min Xiu coldly came to this conclusion, then lay down again, ignoring her completely.

In the end, he's just a self-righteous... well-meaning person.

He had clearly struggled for years and knew the coldness and warmth of the world like the back of his hand, yet he couldn't feel a trace of warmth, and he had etched the bitter and tragic death of the old beggar into his very bones.

Perhaps kindness and knowledge are useful; perhaps at some point in time, they can even turn the tide.

But definitely not now.

In this era, at this time, kindness can self-destruct.

Perhaps it was because what Song Zhishu said was too unfamiliar and too obscure to him, so much so that he couldn't spare a moment to mock her.

He vaguely understood what she said under the moonlight that day; he could hear it, he understood it, but he only half-comprehended it. Suddenly, he remembered the string of chalk writing that had flowed from her hand earlier.

so beautiful

His eyes, hidden in the suffocating darkness, lifted, igniting a faint flame.

Good...beautiful handwriting

Min Xiuze's fingers curled slightly

[Ding! Target's affection level increased by 1, current affection level is 6]

Song Zhishu was not surprised to see that he had immediately returned to his original form.

Being able to look up and see what she looks like is already a big improvement; this kid doesn't seem to have even given her a proper look.

Poor Ashu didn't know that Min Xiuze hadn't really looked at her face properly yet; he was just looking at the words.

Song Zhishu didn't expect to succeed overnight. She smiled and said, "I'll give everyone 10 minutes to read the whole text in a bit." Min Xiu, on the other hand, ignored her and lay on his desk.

Read the text

She tugged at her lips, her heart as still as water, undisturbed by any disturbance.

He's illiterate; where would he get the time, ability, and capital?

He may never even know what the text was about in his lifetime.

She was originally kept alive by hanging with a white silk ribbon; this place was meant to be used as a place to settle her down and to visit Xiao Lewei.

Whether he wants it or not, he will be killed on some cool, still night, whether by hammer, knife, axe, or gun.

He'll die numbly on this path sooner or later.

No one knows whether he wants to or not; even he himself doesn't know.

There's no need for a river as dazzling as the stars to stretch across it, making both the single-bridge and the sunny path unbearable.

Min Xiu, full of malice and unpredictable moods, suddenly pulled out a hand and touched a notebook in the bag. Under the warm spring breeze, the notebook was only lukewarm.

But he only felt his hands burning with an absurd heat.