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Chapter 656: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (29)

They dared not, and obediently sat three seats away from Song Zhishu.

Min Xiu felt that something strange had mixed into the atmosphere he had been used to for over a decade. He was still tracing the periodic table of chemistry he had memorized when, after sensing that someone had disturbed his magnetic field, the still, deep pool of tranquility suddenly ignited, almost instantly returning to its old state. He glanced at Song Zhishu warily and saw her picking up food with chopsticks. This was the closest he had ever been to a normal person in his life.

Perhaps sensing she was being watched, Song Zhishu met his deep eyes with a puzzled look, then slurped up her rice noodles and gave him a wide smile. Min Xiuzhe: ………

The restaurant was eerily quiet at this moment. Everyone was on edge, trembling with fear, silently praying for the new, enthusiastic teaching assistant who had been doing this for a long time.

To everyone's surprise, Min Xiu silently turned his gaze away, finished the remaining bits of soup, and then left without a trace of cloud in his robes, cold and resolute.

The students and teachers were stunned.

They thought that Song Zhishu was already putting on a brave face by sitting six seats away from Min Xiuze, and they never expected that she would dare to jump over the barrier and sit in a position where Min Xiuze could easily knock her down with a flick of his fist.

Song Zhishu thought they were making a fuss over nothing; she and Min Xiuzhe were best friends.

White dumpling: ? Are you sure?

Song Zhishu: If you don't believe me, ask Zeze.

Min Xiuze: ? Song Zhishu ignored it and finished his "clean plate" campaign, becoming the most relaxed person in the restaurant.

She returned to her office and glanced at the timetable. Her class was the fifth period, the last class before the holiday. An idea struck her; Song Zhishu wanted to design some small games. As soon as the concept was formed, she cheerfully went into the classroom to have everyone prepare the props. She saw an elderly man, seemingly well into his fifties, sitting on the podium. He appeared dignified and refined, casually turning his head with his eyes closed, seemingly unconcerned. The students below were already used to this and resignedly continued doing their homework.

Song Zhishu hadn't expected that after almost a week, she would only be meeting the homeroom teacher of Class 3 for the first time. Feeling it wouldn't be right to disturb him by barging in, she considered turning back the way she came. But the old man spotted her the moment he opened his eyes, and immediately followed her with a beaming smile.

"........."

Suddenly wanted to escape

"You, you must be Miss Song, right?" The voice was similar to his appearance, and he sounded like a witty and humorous person.

Adhering to the principle of respecting the elderly, Song Zhishu obediently nodded in response.

"You called me, um..." The old man thought for a moment and reluctantly said, "Just call me Handsome Liu."

Song Zhishu: ?

She wanted to shout "6," but stopped herself with her composure and asked calmly and gently, "Handsome Liu, is there anything I can help you with?"

Liu Yingjun was surprised that she was so perceptive. He laughed and was about to speak to her when he saw Min Xiuzhe coming out of the restroom.

He nodded and exclaimed, "Hey kid, you still look as handsome as a dead man after just a few days?"

Min Xiu didn't even glance at him, only lightly glancing at Song Zhishu, who was unusually shy and quiet across from him, before walking away with his deadpan handsome face. Song Zhishu couldn't help but give the white-faced boy a thumbs up.

"This kid hasn't said a word to me in all this time," Liu Yingjun said jokingly, but both his expression and attitude gave Song Zhishu a sense of apprehension and distance.

She was not comfortable with the atmosphere and was about to decline Sixth Brother's offer to have a good chat with him when Sixth Brother immediately lowered his voice and said, "Miss Song, I think you are young, so I'll tell you, stay away from that kid Min Xiuzhe."

Song Zhishu frowned, somewhat surprised.

"I only came because I heard that you were paying special attention to him for the sake of the learning atmosphere and overall grades of Class 3. Otherwise, I would have preferred to quit as soon as I could live," Liu Yingjun said, completely unconcerned about how his words were distorting his image. "To tell you the truth, my Liu family has been fortune tellers for hundreds of years. It's a divinely bestowed skill, and it only started to decline with me. But I've inherited the true skills. I've done his fortune telling, and him..."

Liu Yingjun shrugged: "A cursed lone star, he wandered aimlessly his whole life, heartless, loveless, and devoid of happiness or joy. He died a tragic death, and his malevolent aura was very strong. Anyone who got close to him never had a good ending."

Song Zhishu stared at him intently, her gentle yet firm eyes like a treacherous yet tender vortex in mid-spring.

She knew, of course she knew.

No one knows better than her who she is facing right now.

Liu Yingjun also appears in the original text, and it's worth mentioning that a large part of the reason why everyone avoids Min Xiuze now is thanks to him. He can tell fortunes, and his predictions are indeed accurate, and he spreads them, whether out of good intentions or for some other reason.

A cursed lone star

Hearing those four words, Song Zhishu felt no emotion whatsoever. Her expression remained calm and serene, but her words were cool and detached: "It's alright."

She bowed politely to Liu Yingjun to show respect for her senior, her tone containing the same humor as his: "Then let's become the Twin Stars of Calamity." Liu Yingjun was stunned by her reaction, looking at her slender figure, which almost overlapped with that of his former close friend and "enemy" who had always disagreed with him, his former colleague.

What was that old man's name again?

He rubbed his swollen eyes.

Oh, the surname is Min.

I'm getting old, and my memory is failing.

Song Zhishu felt a tightness in her chest, but she didn't know who had done anything wrong, so she felt very depressed. However, she dispersed when she saw the well-organized classroom.

She walked to Min Xiuze's side, maintaining a distance between them without caring about the distance between them, and stared at him as he recited the periodic table from memory. She was stunned.

He couldn't write most of the characters yet, so he used pinyin instead, but the layout and neatness of the paper already surpassed the one she had written for him. Min Xiu knew it was her.

She had such a good grasp of boundaries; she knew exactly how much distance he could tolerate. He was inherently indifferent and detached, and as long as her life wasn't disturbed, he was unlikely to get angry.

But his attention wasn't on that.

Min Xiu suddenly became very puzzled.

He knew what Liu Yingjun had done, knew the relationship between Liu Yingjun and the old beggar, knew that his calculations were all correct, and knew that his dissemination of these things was also correct, because getting close to him would indeed bring misfortune.

Xiao Lewei didn't believe it because she believed in science and love.

But he didn't understand Song Zhishu

He couldn't tell whether Song Zhishu didn't trust Liu Yingjun or trusted him too much.