Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 648: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (21)

Song Zhishu has recently been in the eye of the storm, and the kind and approachable senior members of the Chinese language group would come over and pat her on the shoulder to comfort her. Huang Mei, on the other hand, is aloof and arrogant; every time she sees her, she either glares at her fiercely or snorts coldly and gives Song a disdainful look.

In short, the conflict between the two was tacitly agreed to be based on the upcoming monthly exam.

Both of them knew that the strength of their two classes was not much different, and the only variable was Min Xiuzhe.

Huang Mei scoffed. Who was Min Xiuze? A good-for-nothing scoundrel, not a trace of a proper scholar could be found in him. He couldn't read a single character, and all he had left was his knowledge of the new teacher, Song Zhishu. It was no wonder he messed things up.

Thinking this to herself, she finally vented her anger in her heart, glanced at Song Zhishu, who was about to deal with Min Xiuzhe, with pity and defiance, and left arrogantly.

Song Zhishu wasn't angry. In short, Huangmei was just a stepping stone for her to achieve her goal, and she could do whatever she wanted with it.

Halfway through the third self-study period, Song Zhishu surprisingly came to the classroom. Compared to her listless and forced smile in the first period, she now seemed to have almost recovered.

Upon seeing her arrive, the students of Class 5 felt a jolt of excitement and became even more determined to study. Song Zhishu turned around a few times, and when her gaze met that of a classmate, she would give him/her a gentle smile.

Finally, she stopped beside Min Xiuzhe, neither too close nor too far.

He remained lying down, seemingly unmoved by either soft or hard approaches, determined to remain aloof. Song Zhishu wasn't in a hurry. She raised an eyebrow, looking with amusement at the corner of the calligraphy book that was inadvertently peeking out from his desk drawer. She couldn't help but chuckle silently, her round eyes glistening with a hint of brightness.

Min Xiu was extremely vigilant, and ordinary people couldn't get close to him. He could easily detect Song Zhishu's presence.

But honestly, after entering this school, Song Zhishu was the only person who actively approached him—

Oh, you fool.

He could tell she was afraid of him, and he should have scoffed at it, but somehow he could also tell she wasn't afraid of him.

It wasn't just that she wasn't afraid; she longed to paint a magnificent blueprint for him, so that he could accomplish a great and lasting legacy.

This contradiction was driving him crazy. When he saw her come in, Min Xiu didn’t hesitate to throw the calligraphy practice book he had been working on for half a lesson into his desk drawer and lay down to pretend to be asleep.

Speaking of which, I don't know where Happy got his hands on the calligraphy practice book with pinyin. Strangely enough, he only glanced at the pinyin in the notebook once, but when he saw the calligraphy practice book again, he could already spell it out, albeit haltingly, but completely. If he spelled it correctly, he could now write and pronounce "da" (大), "xiao" (小), and some other first-class characters. There were also some compound words he couldn't write or recognize, but they also had pinyin. After "da" was the word "daren" (大ren), and according to his understanding, this "da" might be the same "da" as the "da" in "big brother" or "big sister"?

Min Xiu was a cold-blooded, ruthless, and cruel person.

Well, he wouldn't be arrogant or complacent, how could he?

He did want to continue writing, but how long was this person planning to stand there? Wasn't she ready to stand there?

Min Xiu wanted to simply and brutally drive her away using his old methods, which had always worked, but the thought that the calligraphy books all belonged to her made him feel annoyed.

For the first time, he was caught in an endless dilemma.

Fortunately, Song Zhishu didn't stand there for long before quietly leaving through the back door. Min Xiu, who was acutely sensitive to the presence of others, jumped up, took out his calligraphy copybook from his desk drawer, and began to write. Song Zhishu chuckled and secretly glanced at him from outside, a mischievous smile playing on her gentle, light eyes.

Hmm, it seems her plan can be brought forward.

Xiao Lewei hasn't come to school yet, which has made a group of students in Class 8 worried about her. Some of them are unruly and audacious, and they even threatened to leave the campus to look for her, causing chaos.

Song Zhishu wasn't worried. She remembered that today was the day An Zheng was assassinated and hid at the female lead's house. She figured he should be back this afternoon.

During the last two classes, physics and chemistry, Minxiu was neither interested nor able to concentrate. Instead, he focused on practicing calligraphy on several sheets of paper and memorized many characters.

Song Zhishu was pleased to see this, so during lunch, under Min Xiuze's cold and sharp gaze, she sat down two seats away from him with a clear conscience, and gave him a slight smile, as beautiful as a blooming flower.

He ignored her. Song Zhishu pouted, not bothering to provoke her, and happily ate her favorite carrot.

Min Xiu then turned his attention to that direction.

He certainly knew how to conceal his presence and movements; it was a piece of cake for him. Only when he was about to commit a brutal killing would he unleash his ruthlessness and ferocity to the fullest extent.

He looked Song Zhishu up and down. Compared to her awkwardness the previous two days, she was now able to enjoy her lunch as casually as An Lin.

But the oppressive atmosphere around her remained thick.

With a slight pause at his fingertips, Min Xiu's eyes darkened, and he left.

Time loops like a ring, inextricably intertwined. Lunch break time slips away easily, spilling away like scattered fragments. Song Zhishu, having been squatting for a while, finally spotted Min Xiuzhe leaving class.

The original text mentioned that during the only quiet time of lunch break, Min Xiu would go for a walk whenever he felt like it, either to see the sun or to dispel the gloom. Looking impatiently at Song Zhishu, who was dozing off but still trying to keep her eyes open, he wanted to just walk past her. However, the girl was blocking his way quite firmly. Just as he was about to unleash a torrent of abuse, Song Zhishu spoke first: "Min! Don't be angry!"

He stared at her expressionlessly, which sent chills down her spine.

Song Zhishu rubbed his arms, smiled somewhat awkwardly, and asked in a low voice, "Min, could you possibly stay for an hour for extra lessons sometime in the future?"

As soon as the last word left his lips, Min Xiu pushed her away and strode forward. But the little girl started tugging at his clothes again, whimpering and only daring to pull on the smallest bit. He took another step forward, and she slipped away like snowflakes being washed in hot water. She quickly grabbed another tiny bit, only to be flung away again, and then grabbed that last bit.

Fujian Xiuze: ………

Veins bulged on his forehead as he gritted his teeth and said, "Let go." His tone wasn't harsh, as detached as he was, but it possessed a terrifying, unyielding control.

She trembled and dropped it.

As expected, Happy is a coward.

Min Xiuzhe scoffed inwardly, his dark eyes fixed on him as he walked forward. Song Zhishu, however, relentlessly followed. This time, she didn't speak, but instead began to whine and complain, "Min Xiuzhe... do you know how many days I've only been here? This time I'm going to have a showdown with Suanmei... if I can't win..."

She sniffled, her eyes reddening.

"I...I...I'm out of skincare products, waaaaaaah..."

Min Xiuze thought she was about to say something grand and inspiring: ?