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Chapter 667: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (40)

Song Zhishu felt that it must be her sincerity that moved Min Xiuze. So for the next few days, she went to ask Min Xiuze for her poetry collection every day, claiming that she had to update it every day so that little Min wouldn't be unable to read it when she wanted to.

Min Xiuze felt a throbbing in his temples and a headache.

Why should he endure the torment of poetry every day when life is already so full of suffering?

He had considered simply throwing the book at Song Zhishu and never accepting it again. But every day after he finished writing, she would excitedly deliver it to him while he was sleeping, so that when he woke up he would see the poetry collection lying neatly on his desk.

"..." Min Xiuze could no longer bear it. Finally, during the make-up class on Wednesday night, he coldly said, "Don't give me your poem."

Song Zhishu had just opened her physics textbook with a beaming smile when she heard those six words. Her smile gradually faded, her eyes remained gentle, but she pursed her lips slightly.

"You don't like my poetry?"

Min Xiu responded with a completely emotionless "hmm".

Song Zhi closed her physics book and remained silent, seemingly angry. Min Xiu also remained silent, showing no sign of hurting her feelings.

He looked at Song Zhishu's pretty face as she turned around and said very seriously, "Then I won't tutor you in physics."

Min Xiu gave a curt, emotionless smile, his eyes dark and deep: "Oh."

"Let's discuss my poems."

Min Xiuzhe, who was about to pack his things and leave, was speechless. Song Zhishu saw him about to get up and anxiously stopped him, glaring at him angrily: "Don't go! You definitely don't understand my style yet! If you did, you would definitely think it's an unparalleled masterpiece!"

"........."

Min Xiu stared at her intently, then angrily threw down what he was holding, sat down, and looked impatient.

Song Zhishu smiled and sat down, took out her poetry collection from his drawer, stroked it carefully, and exclaimed, "Xiao Min, look how well you've preserved it."

Min Xiu then curled his lip and said, "Because I haven't seen it."

"........."

“That’s progress too. All the textbooks you haven’t seen before are sitting in the junkyard. Xiao Shu must be very happy.” Song Zhishu was good at encouraging herself. After a pause, she explained, “The name of this poetry collection is Xiao Shu.”

Uncle?

Why not write another story about an aunt to create a romantic pairing? Forget it, I'll just write it anyway and show it to him.

Min Xiu didn't even glance at it, his gaze remaining calm and profound as he stared ahead.

"Look, the first poem is 'Red'." Song Zhishu read aloud with great expression: "Today! I! Ate a meal of ~red..."

Min Xiu felt a chill run down his spine. He angrily snatched the book from her hand and threw it on the table. Meeting her mournful, round eyes, he forced out each word, "I... won't... read it."

“You must have read the first chapter,” Song Zhishu said confidently, then asked, “Don’t you feel that the words you didn’t recognize in the poems you read are now very familiar to you?”

Min Xiu ignored him, his eyelashes lazily resting on his half-closed eyes, but suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

Not only that, he might even be able to write it down from memory now.

He lifted his eyelids and looked over, and Song Zhishu immediately flashed a gentle, spring-like smile.

The fool curled his fingers slightly, but still put away the quiet little comb. After a pause, he roughly opened the physics book on his own initiative.

It must be said that Song Zhishu's understanding of science was very thorough, or rather, the original owner's understanding of it was very thorough. Education in this place is not very developed, and so are the teachers' teaching methods. However, in Hejian's world, the original owner also studied science and was very good at it, so bringing it here is not a problem.

An hour later, Min Xiu was still working on his assignments.

Song Zhishu has already made up for most of his physics foundation. Now, time doesn't allow them to pursue quantity of questions, so they can only pursue efficiency.

Of course, the most important thing is that Min Xiuze is indeed exceptionally talented, otherwise he wouldn't have progressed so quickly.

When they left, Grandpa Wang was still practicing his opera. They had been watching him practice for almost two weeks, and apart from his voice getting hoarseer, they couldn't hear any other difference.

"Uncle Wang! It sounds beautiful again!" Song Zhishu's arched eyebrows captivated the moon.

Grandpa Wang opened the door for them with a smile as bright as a flower, his eyes burning with admiration for Min Xiuzhe, practically beaming with praise.

Unfortunately, Min Xiu could never learn Song Zhishu's sweet and charming social skills. After hesitating for a long time, he nodded to Grandpa Wang in a serious and cold manner.

old man: Heh

Min Xiu had gotten used to taking her home first. It wasn't out of concern for her, but every time he took her home, she would shiver because she was wearing thin clothes. Yet she would still force a smile and chat with him in a trembling voice. In the end, she couldn't take it anymore and would run back home using some cheap trick or excuse.

Hmm, it looks very relaxing.

Min Xiu watched as she ran back with her arms crossed, startling Jiang Chu who had just opened the door. He then began to scold her gently, as if he considered her a very good neighbor. She seemed about to come out to see him again, but Min Xiu had already left behind a lonely figure in the chilly wind.

He still dislikes, and even avoids, the kindness of others.

He seems to be born to be at odds with these things.

Min Xiu's gaze was serene, gradually fading into the wistful spring scenery.

To be honest, he really likes physics, chemistry, biology, and mathematics. He likes cold numbers, symbols that don't move, and the aloofness of rationality without any subjective feelings.

Language

He was indifferent

He feels a sense of loss and emptiness towards anything that requires too much emotional investment.

I don't like Chinese

Where are the Chinese language teachers?

A few words suddenly popped into his mind, so fast that he was caught off guard. He fell silent in the wind, then suddenly curled his lips.

He's an idiot

I don't want to like

[Ding! Target's affection level increased by 3, current affection level is 30]

Their way of getting along made time fly by, and almost no one knew about the solitary lamp at night and the neat pinyin. But all of this was paving the way for him for a long time without him realizing it. Before the monthly exam, Min Xiu was already able to barely understand a third of a class.

Of course, this is limited to mathematics, English, physics, chemistry, and biology.

[Just say you only don't listen to Chinese.]

Song Zhishu, enraged and embarrassed, shouted: "Shut up!"

This frustrated Song Zhishu greatly. Min Xiu's only passion for Chinese language was practicing calligraphy; he ignored everything else. The lesson on "The Rabbit" was, frankly, only because it was his introductory lesson, that he showed some patience. At first, she could console herself that it was because of the happy male lead, An Zheng, but later, during tutoring sessions, Min Xiu refused to study Chinese properly, obsessively studying physics, chemistry, and biology.

Song Zhishu, his first real Chinese language teacher, was heartbroken.

However, she didn't show her sadness during the monthly exam. She encouraged Min Xiuze and comforted him, saying, "Xiao Min, don't let the teacher and that sour plum thing affect your mood or put you under pressure. Keep going!"

Min Xiu looked at her indifferently.

Oh, if she hadn't mentioned it, he would have completely forgotten about it.