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Chapter 647: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (20)

The news spread rapidly, and the story of Song Zhishu's showdown with Huang Mei had swept the entire school in just one afternoon. Although Song Zhishu was new, she seemed gentle and kind, and the students in Class 3 had been enthusiastically promoting their new homeroom teacher over the past two days, so her basic persona was pretty much established. In contrast, Huang Mei had always been a teacher feared by her students, and with this comparison, the outcome was clear.

Song Zhishu blew on some hot water, her heart calm and undisturbed, but her face still showed that of a frightened little rabbit.

She only remembered when Xu Hongxing spoke that the original owner of this body had been wronged by Huang Mei many times for no reason in the story.

So lending her a stepping stone is a way of repaying her. But if you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way. Having already been comforted, Song Zhishu "secretly" wiped away her "tears" and went to class without saying a word.

Xu Hongxing watched her retreating figure, indignantly saying, "Damn it, I can't take it anymore! I'm going to find Huang Mei and have a fight!"

With that, she stood up aggressively, walked to the door, then turned back, unable to contain herself any longer, and said, "Liang Shengyu! Didn't you even try to stop me?!"

Liang Shengyu didn't even bother to open his eyelids, meticulously grading the homework: "Get lost."

Besides, although Song Zhishu looks gentle and weak, she is definitely not someone to be bullied.

Song Zhishu became much quieter than usual after entering the classroom. Bai You, having been hinted at by her classmates several times, also felt worried and asked softly, "Teacher Song, are you alright?"

Song Zhishu looked over and forced a smile, saying, "I'm fine. We'll be discussing the text today." The students who wanted to speak held their breath, while Min Xiu was still lying in the back, oblivious to what was happening around him, so they didn't dare to make a fuss.

The class was frustrating. They could all see that Song Zhishu was trying her best to teach them. The lesson was over, but the atmosphere in the classroom was noticeably heavy. She felt she had the will but not the strength. After class, she bowed to them and apologized, saying, "Students, I'm sorry. I didn't teach you well this class. It was my fault. I... I will adjust as soon as possible. I'm really sorry."

She spoke hastily and left in a hurry. The students could tell that their teacher, Ms. Song, was simply afraid that if she stayed even a second longer, she would lose control of her emotions and break down.

White Dumpling: Is it possible that she's afraid of being exposed?

Class 3: Absolutely impossible!!

Bai You's face turned red with anger, and her simple clothes were wrinkled from being gripped so tightly by her fingertips.

She couldn't help but say, "We must outperform that class in this monthly exam! We must make Teacher Song proud!"

As soon as she said this, even with Min Xiuzhe in charge, the class unanimously shouted "Good!"

Bai You felt somewhat gratified, but then suddenly thought of Min Xiuze behind her. Recalling the imposing manner she had just displayed, her face paled, and she pursed her lips, afraid that Min Xiuze would be displeased with her.

However, the one behind him remained alone, half-dead, slumped over his desk, showing no signs of wanting to explode.

Song Zhishu watched from outside, and only after confirming that Min Xiuze had not been provoked did she breathe a sigh of relief and secretly curved her lips into a smile.

To be honest, Min Xiu had never caused trouble here, nor had he uttered a single word. He lived a solitary life, showing no signs of vitality. However, his bad reputation was too great; in this small town, he was a veritable demon: although he killed mostly worthless wretches who deserved to die, he himself was a devil born from the fires of evil blood. But now, however, his situation seemed relatively promising. Song Zhishu intended to use this farce to add fuel to the fire, even if it was just a small flame.

When she's in a good mood, someone else feels depressed.

Min Xiu clenched his fists, his cold eyes sharp as a blade.

He's annoyed

He didn't know what he was hoping for today.

Ever since he attended that class yesterday, which should have been called "Chinese," he felt like he was waiting for something, something minor, even insignificant, that didn't affect his listening to Xiao Lewei's class at all.

But when he saw Song Zhishu, his heart, which had been pounding like a dead man, did indeed beat faster, even if only slightly.

However, her state, demeanor, expression, and speaking speed—all the factors he shouldn't have cared about—were crowding his mind, causing him a sharp pain.

Min Xiu lowered his eyelashes, his vision blurred by a dark aura. This, of course, had nothing to do with Song Zhishu himself.

He thought about the bits and pieces of gossip he had heard today, but once he pieced them together, it would be easy to figure out the whole story.

He wasn't stupid; he knew that his lazy and uneducated ways had caused a lot of trouble for the class. In this battle between Song Zhishu and Huang Mei's class, his score probably accounted for a significant portion of the score. However, even if the people here had the audacity to ask Min Xiuzhe to study hard, they wouldn't dare to do so.

For him, coming to this cage-like place was utterly unpleasant; he lived like a walking corpse every day, his only support being the 40 minutes he spent gazing at Xiao Lewei.

He never thought about studying, nor did he bother to think about it, nor was he afraid to even consider it.

Even if Song Zhishu has a conflict with someone, it's her own business, what does it have to do with him?

The kind-hearted man's lips pursed into a cold, hard line, while Min Xiu suddenly didn't want to continue reciting that supreme sacred word that he had firmly believed in for the past 16 years.

Frustrated, he kicked the table leg, and a bag of books that was already placed shallowly fell down with a clatter.

Those in the front row were startled by the noise, wondering what had happened to this gentleman. They immediately held their breath and cautiously looked over. But when they saw the serious study materials scattered all over the floor, they were stunned and speechless.

Min Xiuze's first reaction was to not pick it up anymore; since it had already fallen, it proved that it was not meant for him.

Thinking this, he was about to lie back down with a sigh of relief when he caught a glimpse of a corner out of the corner of his eye, and his movements stopped abruptly.

A brand new calligraphy copybook

He didn't know how to describe his feelings at the time; he was just suddenly dazed and at a loss.

Money was the least important thing to him, and the least he lacked. He was terrified of hunger as a child and terrified of poverty later on. His chances of survival were precarious. He had neither the right nor the opportunity to be afraid of loneliness. Besides his life, he had nothing else to fight for.

So he's not short of money now, but he's even less afraid of losing his life.

However, he did not intend to buy calligraphy practice books.

This thing, to him, was like Xiao Lewei—pure and beautiful, yet unattainable.

He didn't want any connection to this world, and it didn't matter when or where he died.

But he couldn't control himself.

Unable to restrain himself, he stood up, hunched his back, and, under everyone's watchful eyes, picked up the scattered books and documents one by one.

[Ding! Target's affection level increased by 2, current affection level is 8]

Outside the window, spring mist dispersed.