Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 651: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (24)

When the two of them arrived at the school gate, the old man inside was playing a deafening radio, singing opera himself, and was currently hitting the highest notes.

"The reasoning is too biased!"

The tune twisted and turned, and Song Zhishu covered her ears, secretly glancing at Min Xiuzhe. Seeing that his expression was also unpredictable, she couldn't help but chuckle, successfully receiving Min Xiuzhe's murderous gaze.

She coughed and knocked on the window, but the old man, eyes closed and absorbed in his own beautiful voice, showed no intention of responding. She went to open the door, but it was locked from the inside; he probably didn't want anyone disturbing him during his practice. Min Xiu frowned, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to smash the window when Song Zhishu quickly stopped him.

Still shaken, she looked at him in terror: "What do you want to do?"

Min Xiu glanced at her but didn't answer.

Song Zhishu patiently advised, "Min, what you're doing isn't right. Look, Grandpa Wang is so old. What if you scare him? Besides, if you really break it, you'll have to clean it up, which will take a lot of time. Most importantly, you'll have to pay for it!"

Oh, the last sentence is about feelings, that's the key point.

He stood a little further away from her, his tone impatient: "How are we getting out?"

This is so annoying. I should have just dealt with it casually.

He had something very important to do tonight. That good-for-nothing who tried to attack him last time had to be prepared to bear the consequences since he dared to do it. Besides, that good-for-nothing had tried to get rid of him time and time again.

Fujianese officials never allowed trouble to fester.

He had agreed to Xiao Lewei's request, partly because he had to kill that man that night. That man frequented brothels and would usually return around 11 PM from his secretive brothels. He also disliked bringing his bodyguards with him to these kinds of things, preferring to wait at designated locations. He had figured all of this out.

This is the place the man must pass through on his way to the agreed meeting place; this is an excellent opportunity.

It's already past 10 o'clock. If it were any later, the danger of him doing his job would be much higher.

Thinking this, the intense malevolence emanating from him grew wildly, uncontrollably, like branches sprouting from the ground.

Song Zhishu seemed oblivious, gazing at the clear night sky as she comforted him, "It's alright, it's alright, how long is a performance? Just a few minutes."

Min Xiu didn't respond, suppressing his momentarily uncontrolled gloom. "Oh, right, Min, take the teacher home later, okay?" Song Zhishu casually remarked, as if informing someone, without any intention of troubling others.

The swirling, black-hole-like cold air surrounding Min Xiu paused for a few moments before radiating out even more violently.

Song Zhishu was still analyzing herself: "Hmm... Do you know where I live? It's a bit far... Do you know Jiang Fengcheng? He's in our class, I live upstairs from him... Sigh, never mind, you probably don't know him, you probably don't even know my name..."

She rattled off a whole bunch of things in her own language, and the more Min Xiu listened, the more his brows furrowed. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he coldly said, "Who said I was going to give it to you?"

"Huh?" Now it was Song Zhishu's turn to be shocked. She trembled as she tried to point at him, but fearing she would be beaten, she put her finger down and said with a pained expression, "Xiao Min, what you said almost made the teacher lie down."

Min Xiu's expression didn't even change. Song Zhishu was deflated: "But it's so late, I'm scared to go back alone... Last time I went back, a group of people were watching me."

[Who wouldn't look at you wearing those bright red underwear?]

That's red cloth, you idiot!

Song Zhishu kicked away the white ball of dough and drew circles by herself. Her slender jawline was especially white as mutton fat in the hazy, heavy lamplight.

Min Xiu looked away and said coldly, "You can choose not to add this hour."

Song Zhishu scratched his head: "It seems so."

Giving up when faced with difficulties

Min Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, hoping she would quickly pack up and go back.

"But I want to tutor you."

"..."

"Look at you, so smart. Although it's a bit late to start now, you won't regret it later if you start learning now, right?"

"I'm not just doing this for you. I still have so much time to teach Class 3. I need to think of some measures to improve them and help them become outstanding young people." Song Zhishu didn't look at him, but smiled and met the crescent moon.

Min Xiu remained silent, looking down at his calloused hands.

The old man finally noticed them, quickly put down his fan, opened the door, and apologized repeatedly: "Oh dear, I'm so sorry, Miss Song, I'm performing in the middle of an opera. I'll sing for my wife when I get back tomorrow!"

With a charming smile, Song Zhishu called out sweetly, "Uncle Wang! It's alright!" Then she raised her voice and asked, "How is Grandma? Is she still angry?"

Grandpa Wang waved his hand with a smile: "Don't be angry! It's just that I stole two dates from her, is it really that big of a deal? But I gave the book you gave me, Miss Song, and she's finally looking a bit better these past two days. You young people really know how to do things!" He then looked at Min Xiuzhe and asked, "Your student?"

Xiao Song nodded.

"You're so handsome, you must be a great student, right?"

Grandpa Wang has poor eyesight and is hard of hearing. He has heard the name Min Xiuzhe, but he certainly wouldn't recognize him.

Xiao Song's expression didn't change at all; she was still all smiles: "Your studies will be almost over!"

Grandpa Wang smiled and nodded, patting Min Xiuzhe on the shoulder: "Young man, work hard, study hard, get into university, and repay your teacher properly!"

Min Xiuze has not been touched for a long time.

In fact, Song Zhishu getting a few feet closer to him was already the maximum he could tolerate at the moment.

Grandpa Wang was old, and his encouraging and warm pat wasn't forceful, yet it left Min Xiu completely stiff, frozen in place. He had never expected Grandpa Wang to actually hit him.

Over there, Song Zhishu pretended not to know that Min Xiuzhe was acting strangely. After Grandpa Wang opened the door, he turned around with a "suspicious" look and asked, "Min classmate? Aren't you leaving? Staying to sing opera with Grandpa Wang?"

Grandpa Wang, whose hearing was sharp when it came to opera, immediately brightened up: "Young man! You want to learn opera with me?! Sure! I see you have extraordinary talent, a real aptitude for opera! You... hey hey hey... why are you walking so fast!"

Song Zhishu pursed her lips, trying not to laugh out loud. She grabbed Min Xiuzhe, who was walking away with his head down, and greeted Grandpa Wang, "He's being a bit rude. I'll teach him a lesson. You should go back first!"

After leaving the school, Min Xiu once again fell into a state of imprisonment-like anxiety and unease.

He yanked the hand that Song Zhishu was holding off, his gloomy eyes flashing in the shadows, as terrifying as a wolf's.

However, Song Zhishu was already immune to this tactic.