Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 665: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (38)

Xiao Song was unhappy. She felt she had waited in vain and been rewarded with an ungrateful wretch. So when they passed by her house, Song Zhishu stopped, called out to Min Xiuzhe, and asked him, knowing the answer already, "Where do you live?"

Min Xiu remained indifferent. Only when Song Zhishu thought he was stuck did he reach out and point behind him. His long arm pointed to the vast and desolate starry sky.

Song Zhishu knew that his "home" was to her right, and she also knew that this kid would definitely not tell the truth, but she still smiled insincerely and said, "South?"

Min Xiu glanced at her and said, "The horizon."

Xiao Song: "..." What could she say?

Song Zhishu slightly parted her lips, then froze on the spot.

Okay... a lame joke

She curved her lips into a stiff and strange smile, but still tried her best to cheer: "Haha...so funny, haha...Xiao Min, I didn't know you could tell jokes, hahaha..."

Min Xiu's expression was unreadable; as usual, he uttered a cold "hmm" from his throat.

Song Zhishu: QoQ

The evening wind made her head throb, and she realized it was getting dark. The morning had been sunny, so the temperature difference was significant. Even before nightfall, she already felt a chill. She waved to Min Xiuzhe, her words trembling in the cold wind: "It's late and so cold. Go home quickly. Don't catch a cold wearing such thin clothes. Study hard next week, okay? I believe in you! Bye!"

She couldn't stand the cold any longer, so she turned around and ran back home without even seeing anyone off.

The young man flicked his robes, like a thousand-mile-long banner in the wind, yet also like dark clouds gathering.

He came to his senses and left as night was falling.

[Ding! Target's affection level increased by 7, current affection level is 24]

Song Zhishu took a hot shower in the cramped bathroom and smiled helplessly when she heard the notification sound.

Kid, you always add an odd number.

She yawned, feeling both tired and comfortable.

She glanced at the original owner's kitchen, which only contained some things with a long shelf life. She haphazardly mixed them together and ate a meal that was hard to describe. Song Zhishu went to bed early today, which was unusual for her.

The stars are scattered and the clouds are drifting.

When Song Zhishu woke up the next day, her head was throbbing. She'd been caught in a chilly breeze the night before, and the bed was too hard. Luckily, the original owner of this body was healthy; otherwise, she would have definitely caught a cold. She glanced at the clock; it was past 7:30. She felt ravenously hungry, but the thought of her empty wallet made her feel listless.

Although she told Min Xiuzhe that she wanted to freeload at Aunt Jiang's house, how could she possibly actually go? The family of four was already struggling financially, and Aunt Jiang was so kind; if she went, she'd probably have to pay for all her meals from now on.

She rolled around in bed until her back ached, then reluctantly got up, dressed, and searched the house thoroughly. Finally, she found two yuan and burst into tears of joy. She immediately went downstairs to buy two steamed buns.

As soon as Song Zhishu reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw Aunt Jiang standing at the front door, her face full of anger. Curious, she walked over and asked, "Aunt Jiang? What's wrong?"

When Jiang Chu saw her, her expression softened a bit, but she still pointed to the pile of stuff in front of the door and complained, "I don't know which bastard dumped so much stuff in front of my door so early in the morning! It's a mess! Is he using this place as his garbage dump? He has no sense of public decency at all!"

In this situation, she absolutely couldn't go against the grain. Song Zhishu was about to join Jiang Chu in cursing this uncivilized person, but upon closer inspection, she realized something was amiss.

A large pile of trash lay scattered on the ground, looking messy and dirty, indeed resembling garbage at first glance. But upon closer inspection, what swayed in the wind and rustled occasionally were clearly the steamed buns she had been longing for—a huge bagful, though there were just too many. Below them were some unremarkable boxes of instant noodles and snacks, all in a chaotic mess.

"Xiao Song! Tell me! What do we do now?!" Jiang Chu said angrily, "Should I call the police?!"

Song Zhishu grabbed her arm, her eyes darting around, and said, "This... seems to be something my student... um... threw to me."

She wanted to say "send," but then she thought that "throw" was a much more apt word. She could even picture Min Xiuzhe throwing boxes of stuff out the door with a sour face.

Seeing Jiang Chu's stunned and friendly face, Song Zhishu had no choice but to tell her the whole story from yesterday. She only said that the two of them met, and that Min Xiu helped her carry her things and knew that she didn't have any money. She didn't mention anything else.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chu's eyes reddened. She wiped her eyes and wept bitterly, exclaiming, "This child! This child! An exceptionally good child!"

Even though Song Zhishu was forced to hold back her tears, she managed to shed two.

Hearing the noise, Jiang Fengcheng came out sleepily, only to be slapped on the back of the head by Jiang Chuyi, who was exasperated with him. He looked completely bewildered.

Later, Song Zhishu spent a long time moving the items upstairs, and had to trouble Jiang Fengcheng along the way. After seeing the guests off, she looked at the already cramped space and felt even more confined, unsure of what to think.

How could she possibly feel annoyed or burdened?

Song Zhishu picked up a steamed bun in each hand, her slightly pale face beaming with joy.

The original owner's refrigerator was particularly small, and luckily, she was also very poor, so it was quite empty. Song Zhishu managed to put in just enough food that needed refrigeration.

To be honest, this was truly unexpected for Song Zhishu, and could even be described as a pleasant surprise. The things that Min Xiuzhe sent were enough to feed her for a while.

"Sir! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm really sorry!" The new junior employee apologized to the icy Min Xiuze, on the verge of tears.

On her first day at work, she encountered her first customer, who looked intimidating. He was buying mostly fast food, and looked so young—she was definitely a grumpy, unemployed youth. Startled, her hand trembled, and she accidentally swiped an extra zero on Min Xiuzhe's card.

"...!!!"

Fortunately, Min Xiuze originally didn't buy much, so even with an extra zero, the amount wasn't astronomical. However, for food items, it was still quite a lot.

She was genuinely afraid that this person would hit her.

Min Xiu frowned, glancing down at her youthful, frightened face, his dark eyes revealing no emotion. He didn't speak, but simply left the commercial building, bought a bunch of breakfast, and when he returned, the junior staff were dumbfounded.

This is the first time she has used the word "piled up" to describe breakfast.

Min Xiu then began picking things out with swift and decisive action. He didn't even look at what they were; as long as they were food or fast food, he would just throw them over until he had spent all the extra zeros.

The junior employee completed a large order on her very first try, but she felt it had deeply traumatized her. Out of professional ethics, she forced herself to ask, "Sir, are you... sure you want all of these?"

Min Xiu gave a cold "hmm".

He was thinking of handing this mess over to some idiot.

Xiao Song: Mo?