Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 662: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (35)

Before Zidian could even reach out and touch her, he was stunned by the middle finger that was raised in front of him.

He saw the little girl from afar.

Because of the distance, he couldn't see what she looked like, but she was fair-skinned, thin, and small, making her look quite adorable. He couldn't wait to get closer to see her, so the little girl quickly put a big red cloth over her head, making her look even more charming.

Without saying a word, she gave him the middle finger.

Zidian was not happy.

He likes beautiful women, and even more so, he likes docile and easily manipulated beautiful women.

Since she's on his turf, it can only be considered bad luck. As long as his father is around, he's in charge here.

Zi Dian chuckled coldly to himself, about to utter a harsh word, when he saw Song Zhishu lightly leap to the side and grab the arm of a well-concealed man in black who was about to pass by.

He wasn't entirely sure if it was a man in black.

Judging from his slender and well-proportioned figure, he was probably not very old, around the same age as them, yet he possessed a detached yet captivating and dark aura.

He stared at him warily.

If Song Zhishu hadn't suddenly grabbed the man, he wouldn't have even noticed that someone else was passing by.

The man's eyes, the only part of them visible, were lowered as if by pity, yet within them churned a terrifying, deep-seated coldness.

He was about to punch the obstructing thing away without hesitation when the little girl wearing a red cloth became particularly excited by his appearance, even starting to dance around, though she didn't let go of his arm. Min Xiu frowned deeply, releasing a chilling aura like the coldest winter solstice, instantly freezing the previously rising warmth.

He was completely annoyed and reached out to grab her neck, only to see the little girl happily take out a very familiar notebook from her small handbag.

His hand froze in mid-air as if in a trance.

Song Zhishu's round eyes, with only black pupils visible, subtly reflected a brown light, making her quite beautiful.

Min Xiu didn't know how he should react.

With his eyes lowered and his height adding to the effect, no one except Song Zhishu, whom he was looking at, could see the turbulent emotions churning in his eyes.

He paused for a moment, then looked up at the bewildered trio before turning back to Song Zhishu. He lowered his voice and said simply, "Your friend."

Song Zhishu knew he wanted to ask a question, but it was suppressed.

But damn it, your friend!!

She's so cute and pretty, where did she get three groundhog friends from?!

So Song Zhishu stopped gesturing wildly, put the notebook behind her back, and stared at him without moving.

"........."

Min Xiu knew that he seemed to have said something terrible again, and just like in the classroom, he didn't understand what he had said wrong, just like in the morning.

Zidian looked at them and felt an atmosphere where no one could get a word in edgewise. It was an invisible yet oppressive pressure.

But the little girl he already considered his possession was now hugging a complete stranger, and he gritted his teeth in fury. He pointed at Min Xiuzhe without a second thought, his face contorted with rage: "You brat, I advise you to mind your own business and get out of here! Otherwise, I'll beat you so badly your own grandmother won't recognize you!"

Min Xiuze's face beneath his hood was indifferent, but the temperature of his eyes was dropping further, even faintly flashing with scarlet.

Oh, they must not be friends anymore.

The idiot in front of him is such a moron, how could he possibly have such a brainless friend?

He hesitated, ultimately unsure what to say, only managing to utter two words: "Go back." before pulling his arm away.

But Song Zhishu wouldn't have it and pulled hard, so he dragged her along, making her stumble and fall a couple of steps. Min Xiu, unable to bear it any longer, was about to give her a good whack on the head when Song Zhishu shoved the notebook she had hidden behind her back into his hand, staring at him intently.

Min Xiuze never expected that this thing could look so... stupid when it couldn't speak.

Song Zhishu: If he just added "small" before "east" or "west," we'd be a sweet and doting couple.

White Dumpling: If he added "small" before "east" or "west," he wouldn't be Min Xiuze. He knew Song Zhishu was clever.

Min Xiuzhe is definitely up to something secret right now. If she gets involved with him, she'll definitely attract the attention of some people with ulterior motives: If they can't afford to offend Min Xiuzhe, can't they handle this little pudding? (Song Pudding: ?)

Her voice was so distinctive that as long as she didn't speak or show her face, and left those useless people behind, no one would know who was next to Min Xiuzhe.

Min Xiu remained silent for a moment, then resignedly stuffed the notebook in his hand into Song Zhishu's small handbag. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and even the sharp look in his eyes was softened by the gentle curve of his eyes. He meticulously zipped up her bag, looking both strange and warm.

Where are you going?

His cold, mechanical voice sent shivers down the spines of those around him, making them shudder. Song Zhishu, however, beamed with joy. She pointed to the shopping bag in her hand and gently patted her cheek through the red cloth. Min Xiu frowned, struggling to comprehend what was happening.

Buying...something that will make you look bad?

He was a little confused. Where could such a thing be found? Boxing gloves?

"..."

Song Zhishu pursed her lips and pointed to a small cosmetics store behind him.

Oh, he remembered, what was it again, a face cream.

Min Xiu nodded emotionlessly, gave Song Zhishu a light shove, and let her walk forward while he brought up the rear.

Looking at his cold and aloof expression, Song Zhishu's heart skipped a beat. She nodded firmly and turned to leave.

Zi Dian had never felt so humiliated. He pointed his finger at Min Xiuze's nose and realized that the other man was more than a head taller than him. He became even angrier and cursed, "Who the hell are you?! Do you know who I am?! If you want to live, don't meddle in other people's business!" Min Xiuze then glanced at him, his calm and self-possessed demeanor terrifying. Compared to the jumping Zi Dian, he seemed even more composed.

His eyes were terrifying and lifeless, making Zi Dian tremble. He took a step back and said, "You wait! I'll have my father send people to beat you up!"

Everyone:...

Speechless

Min Xiu looked at him for a while before following Song Zhishu.

As a result, a strange phenomenon has emerged in the few remaining specialty stores of major skincare brands.

Two people wrapped up like rice dumplings... siblings? lovers? brother and sister? I don't know, but one was lively, dressed in bright red cloth, like it was Chinese New Year; the other was quiet, dressed in all black, wrapped up tightly, like it was a funeral procession.

That big red cloth seemed to be mute, only taking out products non-stop, not saying a word when paying, its eyes staring at the skincare products with a hungry look.

However, Da Hongbu was quite discerning and bought all the good products without hesitation.