Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 653: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (26)

But he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Why do you think I would agree?"

Song Zhishu smiled again, her eyes merging with the crescent moon, soft and gentle, without any threat: "Min, thank you for not leaving me today."

Having given this irrelevant reply, she then asked, "So, are you going to take me home now?"

Min Xiu didn't say anything more, and just kept walking forward with his head down.

Screw that innocent, soft, and harmless look.

Her attack power is off the charts.

[Ding! Target's affection level increased by 3, current affection level is 15]

Song Zhishu chattered incessantly the whole way, praising everything she saw, but the two maintained a respectful distance throughout. Min Xiu, on the other hand, didn't respond at all; his expressionless face made it impossible to tell whether he had been listening.

Xiao Song has already told him where she lives: she is now playing the role of a teacher who knows nothing about his most difficult student.

When Min Xiu heard this, he didn't even frown. He quickened his pace, eager to send this annoying thing back as soon as possible.

When the two arrived, Jiang Chu was holding the child and looking around anxiously, still holding her small phone. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the two emerging from the shadows. She immediately came forward to check on Song Zhishu: "Why are you back so late? I thought something had happened to you, and I almost called the police."

Song Zhishu smiled and waved her hand, "It's just tutoring students. It'll be like this from now on. Aunt Jiang, you don't need to wait for me anymore." "It's alright. Anyway, Feng Cheng's father will be back around this time, so waiting won't hurt." As she said this, her smile became tinged with gratitude, "Thank you, Miss Song. Feng Cheng told me today that he really likes the new homeroom teacher and wants him to be a hero. I asked him his name, and as soon as he said it, I knew it must be you."

"This child has been quiet and reserved since he was little, and not many teachers liked him. Thank you, Teacher Song."

"It's nothing serious, and Jiang did a great job. Everyone applauded him." Song Zhishu teased Mi Dou, her heart melting at the sight of the little guy.

Min Xiu didn't look at the child closely, thinking he was too small, and glanced at him before looking away, wanting to go back alone. However, Aunt Jiang then noticed him: "Is this Miss Song's student?"

"Oh, he was afraid something would happen to me, so he brought me back." Song Zhishu was still very fond of Mi Dou, but she still took the time to praise Min Xiuze.

Min Xiu didn't even want to argue anymore. "Handsome and such a nice person," Aunt Jiang praised, patting him on the shoulder, "Young man, you're sure to have a bright future!"

Fujian Xiuze: ...

His body was so stiff that he couldn't move.

Song Zhishu found it amusing, pulled him over, wiped his hands with a wet wipe from his little backpack, and said happily, "Touch Midou, it's so comfortable, soft, and cute!"

Min Xiu was extremely wary of the unfamiliar creature. He stared at the small bundle with suspicion, his sharp brows furrowed tightly. He didn't even notice Song Zhishu's physical contact until Song Zhishu gently touched Xiao Mi Dou's face with his hand. Only then did he react, instinctively trying to pull away as if facing a formidable enemy. However, the delicate touch on his hand was soft and yielding, with an indescribable sense of comfort.

"........."

He stood there, rooted to the spot.

“Her name is Mi Dou, isn’t she cute?” Min Xiu’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and his fingers curled slightly. He watched Song Zhishu easily tease the little one with her slender fingers, then glanced at his own calloused, rough hands.

"Oh, she hasn't cried yet." Jiang Chu said with slight surprise, "This child doesn't like being touched. She doesn't cry the first time you touch her. Miss Song is one, and this young man is another."

Song Zhishu looked at Min Xiuzhe, who was standing there dumbfounded, with a smile and teased, "See, Min, it's not just me who cares about you, Midou likes you a lot too."

Before Min Xiuzhe could recover, Song Zhishu pushed Aunt Jiang and said they should go home together. Under the lamplight, she waved to Min Xiuzhe, her body enveloped in a soft glow: "Min! Go home and get some sleep! Tomorrow will be another energetic day! Thank you for taking me home today!"

They entered the unassuming building amidst laughter and chatter.

The cold wind seeped into his pores, and Minxiu instantly became clear-headed.

Song Zhishu didn't ask him where he lived, and even if she did, he wouldn't answer.

Having taken a long detour, Minxiu dragged his body home through the chilly night. He picked up the wood piled up in the corner, and with a cold expression, used the most clumsy method to start a fire, boiling the buckets of water lined up one by one, and pouring them into the wooden buckets little by little.

He slowly unbuttoned the brooch, like a curtain being lifted, revealing bruises and scars that stretched across his strong upper body. A deep, bone-revealing knife scar ran from his ribs to his side waist and finally to his abdomen.

None of his wounds ever received systematic treatment; if he died, he died; if he lived, he lived. He never regarded them as honors or medals, but neither did he regard them as unspeakable ugliness or symbols of pain; they were proof of his survival.

He immersed himself in hot water

He used to do this after fighting or killing; to him, dirt was something that could be washed away. The wound, once soaked in hot water, would sting deep into the bone. Baptism?

He wanted to curl his lips in a sarcastic smile, but he couldn't. He was too tired today, not from muscle fatigue, but from being forced to listen to and accept too many words, too much goodwill. The anxiety and frustration these things brought him made him want to tear them to shreds, yet vaguely, he wanted to grasp something. This feeling was terrible, utterly terrible.

However, the injury I had recently sustained did not hurt as much when soaked in water.

But the effect of Teacher Xiao's medicine.

he thinks

He tried to close his eyes, but unexpectedly, a thin figure suddenly appeared in the darkness before him.

Min Xiu seemed to know who it was, but he shouldn't know, and that person shouldn't be here.

So he even had time to carefully sketch the blurry outline when he suddenly opened his eyes. He washed the clothes, hung them in front of the only window that received sunlight, and took in the clothes he had washed yesterday, placing them on the bed.

In this place that can hardly be called shabby, the bed and the blankets on it seem to be the most comfortable and expensive items.

He had suffered too much, in every harsh winter when he was covered with burlap.

His favorite thing is sleeping.

It's not eating, it's sleeping.

It's good to be asleep; it's good to be temporarily disconnected from this world.

He thought numbly, trying to forget the discomfort of the night.

He closed his eyes tightly.