Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 660: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (33)

Bai You, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly tensed up again, feeling a chill run down her spine as she combed Song Zhi's scalp.

Min Xiuzhe was a solitary and eccentric man, utterly devoid of human warmth. Aside from his physical needs, he seemed to be married to his stool, refusing to get down no matter what. An Zheng's arrogance terrified them half to death, yet Min Xiuzhe remained silent, lying motionless. They were all afraid that he would suddenly lose his temper and stab this handsome yet arrogant new teacher to death in public.

Now Song Zhishu actually wants Min Xiuzhe to indirectly submit?!

They took a deep breath; their bodies were ice-cold.

Compared to them, Song Zhishu appeared excessively calm. She even casually bent down, getting to a distance from Min Xiuzhe that was both ordinary and alarming. The students who secretly peeked over were sweating bullets, already imagining the sound of Min Xiuzhe's punches.

Song Zhishu said softly, "Min, if you're not feeling well, you should go to the infirmary. Let me help you up."

Jiang Fengcheng couldn't bear to watch any longer and was about to bite the bullet and stop Song Zhishu from courting death when he stared in disbelief as Min Xiuze grabbed Song Zhishu's outstretched hand, stood up with a little effort, and turned to her side as if about to fall. With her head down, her bangs covered the sharp corners of her eyes, making her look weak and gloomy.

An Zheng's distance from him suddenly seemed quite far because of this inconspicuous turn. Although the profile was blurry but still somewhat interesting, the expression and state of the man were completely different from that of the skilled young man.

The doubt and coldness in An Zheng's eyes were gradually replaced by mockery and disdain.

He's just a good-for-nothing scoundrel who thinks he's some big shot. But you can't hit a smiling face. Since Song Zhishu was being so polite, he smiled and gave up his seat, watching Song Zhishu help Min Xiuze slowly walk out.

Click your tongue in your heart

This teacher, who helps people without distinguishing right from wrong, is kind to the point of being foolish.

Teacher Xiao Lewei is still the best.

As soon as the two of them left the public eye, Min Xiu impatiently let go of her hand and ran away, as if she were some kind of monster.

"You've turned your back on me, haven't you, Xiao Min?" Song Zhishu wasn't angry. Seeing his usual cold demeanor, she became curious: "How did you get involved with this guy? He's quite mysterious and doesn't seem to care much about people. Is this... um... a sign of admiration for you?"

White Dumpling: [Heh heh, the male lead practically ripped his head off, and you're still looking at him with new respect?] Song Zhishu: You're quite the smooth talker.

She kicked him away, still watching him with amusement without saying a word.

Min Xiu hadn't yet recovered from the brief yet seemingly long physical contact. The frequent physical contact in such a short time made him very uncomfortable, like caterpillars crawling all over him. Yet, he simply couldn't bring himself to punch the composed young girl in front of him.

He even needs to thank her.

Turning his back, Min Xiu didn't want to say anything more.

His affairs are trivial, nothing more than laughable gossip, or a place for people to vent their anger; their existence is irrelevant. But he absolutely cannot reveal any information concerning his personal safety.

Relieving those unpleasant emotions was not something he should or was qualified to do.

"Have some manners," Song Zhishu called out to him, not too loud, not too soft, just loud enough for him to hear. Just then, Xu Hongxing came out of Class 4, her face full of anger, cursing, "Bullshit! Holding hands in class and telling me we're exchanging lifelines for divine power! Even the class monitor isn't dating, and you bunch of brats are dreaming!"

She was still angry when she looked up and saw Song Zhishu looking at Min Xiuzhe, who was walking a short distance away, with a smile on his face.

Xu Hongxing walked over to Song Zhishu, clicked her tongue lightly, and although it was brief, her tone carried a hint of sighing: "Zhishu, you're still too young. This kind of student is nothing like an ordinary street thug. All the students in Class 8 combined aren't as scary as him. I've seen many teachers like you, new to the world, thinking all students can be reformed and shaped, but their values ​​and behavior patterns are already formed. I advise you not to invest too much, or you'll easily get yourself into trouble."

She spoke loudly and truthfully, ensuring that Min Xiuzhe heard her clearly.

Perhaps that was Xu Hongxing's original intention.

Her seemingly lazy, carefree, and lively demeanor also revealed her to be a hot-tempered, protective, and self-serving individual. To her, teaching was merely a job; her job was simply to teach well. As long as it didn't harm her own interests, she was certainly willing to do things for her students. However, in her view, Song Zhishu's current actions were undoubtedly jumping into a fire pit.

She had a good impression of Song Zhishu; her first impression of her was very positive, so naturally she wanted to give her a helping hand.

Song Zhishu looked at her.

Xu Hongxing has a superior appearance; she has a typical bold and bright look, and her confidence is flamboyant and eye-catching.

She is a very good girl with her own opinions.

Song Zhishu thought this

She looked ahead again, and sure enough, Min Xiu was walking forward without moving an inch, his posture still tall and straight but exuding a cold aura, unmoved by Xu Hongxing's words.

She didn't even need to add the word "seems"; she knew that Xu Hongxing's words were utterly insignificant to him. Min Xiu had faced countless similar words before, even though he had never touched their lives or interests.

To them, Min Xiu was a monster who had been defeated in hell, terrifying and hateful.

“I don’t think so,” Song Zhishu shrugged, her voice as gentle as ever: “I will do what I believe is right or meaningful. When I stubbornly insisted on going to school, many people said the same thing.”

"I want the power of knowledge and gentleness to shine on more people."

“Of course,” Song Zhishu suddenly turned to her, her eyes shimmering like shards of glass, yet containing a resolute strength: “You are different from them. I know you are thinking of me. You are beautiful, confident, and wonderful. Thank you, Ayi.”

Even if Xu Hongxing had a lot of complaints, she lost all her temper when she heard the last two words, which were so gentle they were almost melting.

The name "Ayi" itself was sweet and tender, and when she called it, it sounded like a harmonious chord. She awkwardly turned her face back, only to meet the gaze of Min Xiuzhe who was looking at her.

This is completely different from the coldness and indifference I saw in Song Zhishu earlier.

It was filled with a thick, dark, explosive death aura, and those exquisitely beautiful, narrow eyes now seemed to be coated with poison in every inch.