Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 666: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (39)

After enjoying a delicious breakfast, Song Zhishu stayed home without planning to go out. She spent her entire day off there until it was time to go to work the next day.

While disciplining Min Xiuze, she also needed to give him ample personal space. Otherwise, how could a boy who had been accustomed to darkness and hunchback for nearly eighteen years adapt so quickly? He might even rebel.

Thinking this, Song Zhishu closed her eyes and fell into a short sleep.

Whether she learned it from Min Xiuzhe or not, Song Zhishu now really enjoys sleeping. Or rather, she doesn't even need to sleep; just closing her eyes and letting her consciousness drift aimlessly for a while feels wonderful to her. Whether she learned it from Song Zhishu or not, Min Xiuzhe has gradually become more studious. A new week begins on Sunday afternoon, a system Song Zhishu doesn't understand at all, finding it a waste of time, energy—and electricity.

Min Xiu never came at this time, which Song Zhishu could have predicted. However, starting from the next day, he directly reduced his sleep and study time from 91 points last week to 73 points.

This is nothing to the students who are busy with their studies every day. After all, they usually don't dare to provoke him, and even if they see it, they will only think it's a whim: they all know how Min Xiuze got in, and even if they don't know why he got in, they don't really believe he's serious.

Bai You is different!

She couldn't help but shed tears, crying out with emotion, "Da Chui, look at Min! For Teacher Song's sake, Min is actually studying so hard!"

Wang Dachui scratched the back of his head: "That's good, that's good... but can he understand it?" Because Song Zhishu had played the good guy last time and helped Min Xiuzhe out, and Min Xiuzhe hadn't knocked Song the assistant teacher unconscious with a punch, their opinion of Min Xiuzhe had changed a little, but only a little, very little. However, they dared to chat quietly, and they were a little more energetic.

Bai You felt that as the class monitor, she had to help him out, both morally and logically, so she resolutely walked over, but still kept a distance: even if she had ten times the courage, she wouldn't dare to get that close to him like Song Zhishu did during meals. So, she raised her voice a little and asked, "Min-tong!"

Before Min Xiu could react, he looked over upon hearing the three familiar words, his eyes still filled with impatient coldness, which made Bai You tremble all over.

He squinted and barely recognized that it was their class monitor.

The reason is that Song Zhishu mentioned that she is always very talkative, and can repeat the same thing over and over again. She also said that Bai You will definitely become a great reporter or writer in the future.

The memory ended there. He gave a curt "Mmm" and then offered no further response. "You...do you need help? You look...very troubled..."

Before she could finish speaking, Min Xiu held up his brand-new chemistry book, which Song Zhishu had gone to great lengths to obtain, and pointed to it with a cold expression.

Bai You thought he was asking a question, but upon closer inspection, he realized that he was pointing to a word.

Bai You:………

She asked incredulously and cautiously, "Min...you...can't even pronounce this character?"

Min Xiu didn't blush or feel ashamed at all; he nodded with a cold expression.

Bai You returned to her seat with a heavy heart, then suddenly sighed and patted Li Dachui on the shoulder: "I used to think you were hopeless, but now... Dachui, keep it up!"

Big Hammer: ?

After sending her away, Min Xiu remained expressionless throughout. He pulled out a simple notebook from the drawer, flipped through it, and sure enough, found the same question. The pinyin was neatly and clearly marked on it, and he understood the general meaning after reading it once.

He closed the book, concealing the coldness surging in his eyes.

When Song Zhishu came in, she saw his deep and serious expression.

"Min, are you contemplating life?"

This is the familiar tone, the familiar "Min Tongxue" (a term of endearment for students from Fujian).

Min Xiu turned around, glanced at her everlasting gentle smile, and then slowly lay down to sleep.

"How rude!" Song Zhishu complained in a low voice. In order not to disturb the students in front, she moved a little closer, just a little, and smiled as she produced a notebook and handed it to him: "But Assistant Song is beautiful and kind-hearted, so I won't hold it against you. Your biggest problem right now is your vocabulary. I've compiled some poems that I wrote myself for you. They're very simple and easy to understand. You can look at them when you're tired of studying and learn more new words!"

Although his daily life, which scores 73 points, doesn't give him the chance to get tired of studying.

Min Xiu straightened his back with difficulty, exuding a lazy and aloof air, but his dark, gleaming eyes were fixed on her.

Song Zhishu had grown accustomed to his cold, piercing, and chilling gaze: she would inexplicably become accustomed to many of the villain's strange habits.

Having placed it on his desk, Song Zhishu, not wanting to disturb his rest, waved to him silently, saying "Bye-bye," and turned away. However, she kept turning back, as if afraid he would throw it away, and so, after a long while, she left with a smile under Min Xiuzhe's speechless expression.

Min Xiu stared blankly at the notebook, then hesitantly picked it up and slowly turned the first page. Each word had pinyin.

The first red

Min Xiu then skillfully spelled out the character: he already knew it.

But looking at the topic, he found it obscure and felt irritated. Thinking of her delicate, gentle, and refined face, he realized that even the simplest and most easily understood topic still possessed a literary quality.

He was incompatible with

Min Xiu slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes reflecting a deep, gloomy light, forcing himself to continue reading.

Nowadays

I ate a meal of carrot vermicelli.

I'm very happy

But I'm not very happy.

because

Carrot vermicelli

No vermicelli "..."

There were a few unfamiliar characters, but very few. He read the whole poem aloud using the pinyin, and then fell into endless silence.

He didn't know how long it took to accept it, but he slowly and deeply turned to the second page.

萝

Nowadays

I ate carrot noodles again.

I was really happy this time.

But then I suddenly felt very sad.

because

Min Xiuze coldly mocked me yesterday.

I'm like a radish.

"..." He remembered that one day, Song Zhishu was telling him at length what a delicacy carrots were, and he couldn't sleep peacefully, so he blurted out this sentence.

She also wrote about it in her literary works.

Taking a deep breath, Min Xiu's hand trembled slightly as he turned the page.

All

Nowadays

I ate another meal...

Min Xiu suddenly slammed his fist shut, his chest heaving.

Fool!

[Ding! Target's affection level increased by 3, current affection level is 27]