Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 652: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (25)

Min Xiu didn't want to deal with her and turned to leave.

Song Zhishu followed at a leisurely pace, humming a little tune, looking calm and relaxed.

Only she knew that she was gambling.

She remembered this part of the original text: the person who wanted to kill An Zheng was someone of great importance. Coincidentally, the person Min Xiu wanted to kill had recently made suggestive remarks to Xiao Lewei when she returned home, leaving a deep scar on the little white rabbit. Although An Zheng only had an interest in Xiao Lewei at the time, he was still furious for her sake and sent people to teach that man a lesson. The people who wanted to kill An Zheng also found out about this. They thought that the man had a grudge against An Zheng and knew that the man had some influence in the area, so they wanted to win him over. After all, they were unfamiliar with the place, and having such an accomplice would make things much easier.

However, the male lead is not someone to be trifled with. He is not one to sit idly by while he is still at Xiao Lewei's house. He went on a killing spree tonight, and the man who was so confused that he had no idea what was going on was killed. But he deserved to die.

However, Min Xiu was completely unaware of this sudden event. According to the original text, he would be seriously injured tonight because he accidentally stumbled into this battle. No matter how skilled he was, those people were carrying real guns.

Now that Song Zhishu is here, we'll do our best to prevent him from taking any risks. Now it's just a matter of whether he'll have a change of heart.

That's what she thought, but if Min Xiu really wanted to leave her alone, how could she possibly keep up with his pace and rhythm?

To be honest, Min Xiuze is an extremely contradictory person. He is incredibly cold-blooded and ruthless, killing without hesitation, yet he becomes at a loss when faced with warmth he has never experienced before. Because no one has ever done this before, he doesn't know how to deal with it, just like now.

Finally, as the moonlit night grew weary, Min Xiu finally turned around, unable to bear it any longer. His fierce eyes gleamed like swords in the darkness, and he almost gritted his teeth as he said, "What exactly do you want to do!"

The sound was like tearing through ice silk, hoarse yet clear, cold yet thin.

Song Zhishu froze on the spot, blinking as she looked at him.

She met Min Xiuze's eyes, then looked away and whispered, "I'm scared."

She's just a young girl, how dare she walk alone at night so casually and without any burden?

What's more, she's a gentle and delicate little girl who has no threat whatsoever when she smiles.

Min Xiu turned around, his gaze, almost tangible, piercing through the thin moonlight and shining brightly on her.

That look in his eyes was exactly the same as when they first met, or rather, he had maintained that expression from the very first moment she saw Min Xiuzhe until now. Cold-hearted, easily angered, indifferent, and ruthless.

He hasn't touched a single hair on her head so far, which is probably the limit of his patience.

Song Zhishu also allowed him to look her over with a graceful demeanor, but she slightly lowered her eyes and concealed her presence.

Were you scared by him?

No, that's unlikely. Although they haven't known each other for long, Min Xiu has been through so much in his life. Others might not be able to tell, but he could clearly sense that the teacher in front of him, who seemed to be a novice with a lot of enthusiasm, was not so simple. However, the teacher had absolutely no ill intentions towards him or the school.

Min Xiu then looked around.

All was silent. The mottled patterns on the trees were sharp and swirling upwards. The grass rustled, cutting open the fur of the wind, its howling chilling.

"Don't waste your efforts."

His cold voice truly stunned Song Zhishu, leaving her frozen in place.

"I'm not the kind of person you think I'm worth changing."

The boy's already cold voice was made even more desolate and unapproachable by the evening breeze.

There seemed to be a clear riverbank separating them.

His gaze was calm and still, like withered branches and rotten wells, buried and concealed in such mid-spring.

“Perhaps you think I’m not a bad person by nature, or perhaps you think I just haven’t realized my dreams and my value,” he said, his cold, even ruthless gaze meeting Song Zhishu’s. “But that’s who I am. Cruel, or any other bad word you’ve learned, it’s all me, it’s all me.”

"I have no dreams, I have no value."

“You don’t need to pity me, and you don’t need to waste your energy, because I don’t think so. I’m fine the way I am now,” he paused, and something suddenly appeared in his icy tone: “I’m very content.” Suddenly, a lingering, tender breeze blew, sweeping away all the makeup.

After Min Xiu finished speaking, he suddenly felt a sense of relief.

The heavy burden on his heart had been hanging there for days and nights. Now, as the words fell like leaves, the stone shattered, but along with it, his heart also cracked slightly. It was so slight that he only felt a little strange, but his relaxed and weary heart was so repulsed that he couldn't quite grasp it.

Song Zhishu did not respond.

If she had her own temper—Min Xiu even took a moment, slightly bewildered, to think that she should now coldly criticize, or hurl insults, or remain silent.

He can accept whatever it is.

It's strange; he's not someone who tolerates being mistreated: he suffered too much mistreatment as a child. But if it's this situation, if it's her, just this once, just this once, he can.

It wasn't about being moved or feeling a sense of responsibility. Perhaps Min Xiuze himself didn't realize that despite his mocking tone, he still harbored an innate compassion and care for the "kind-hearted people" he defined.

Although insignificant.

"But if I say,"

The trees rustled in the wind, and the woman's voice was clear and bright.

“Isn’t this to make you the ambitious, dream-filled person you claim to be?” Song Zhishu stepped forward without hesitation, closing in step by step: “Min Xiuzhe, if you really like what you’re doing now, I won’t interfere with you at all, because this is your life, and you only need to do what you want to do.”

“But you are not like that. The restlessness in your heart and the anger around you are about to overwhelm you,” she said clearly. “When you look at calligraphy, read pinyin, or listen to novels, Min Xiuze, there is light in your eyes.”

“I am not you, I don’t know you as well as you do, but in this matter, I don’t think I’m wrong.” “I want to help you pursue what you like, to take you to see things you might like but have never experienced before, that’s all. I hope that you never study to get into university, not to do anything, not to become a great person, but simply because you like it, that’s all. Of course, you can take it as me being overly kind, but as long as you want it, as long as you’re willing, Min Xiuzhe, we can do it.”

She successfully silenced Min Xiuzhe with even more of her own quotes.

The words were straightforward and easy to understand without much thought, but Min Xiu remained frozen in place, like a statue. In the end, he couldn't help but take a step back, as if trying to escape the atmosphere that was making him breathless.