Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 671: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (44)

“I know and understand your feelings, but you are students, and my entire class of 3 students are also students. You all study hard from dawn till dusk every day. From what standpoint do some of you criticize my children’s grades without any regard for right or wrong? You are both your rivals and your closest and most knowledgeable friends. My children, including Min Xiuzhe, are working hard every day to make me proud.”

“I admit that I bought his study materials and calligraphy practice books. Although he started much later than you, it doesn’t mean he’s worthless. He owes no one anything for his efforts!”

At this point, Song Zhishu was already quite agitated. She calmed herself down and continued, "To document their daily lives, I film them every day at the back door of the classroom. I dare say no class can match this learning atmosphere! If any of you disagree, you can come and verify with me, but if you continue to spread baseless rumors, I'll tear your mouths apart!"

Min Xiu was one of the few who stayed in the classroom instead of going out to see what was going on, but the sound was so penetrating that it was hard for him not to hear it.

Thinking of Song Zhishu wandering around the back of the class every day, holding up an unfamiliar object, including him, Min Xiuzhe lazily raised an eyebrow.

After finishing his speech, Song Zhishu stopped causing trouble, nimbly descended the steps, and strode away, leaving behind only the restless onlookers on the mountain.

How could Song Zhishu have possibly foreseen this rather unpleasant farce? She had simply bought a video camera on a whim, and seeing how hard everyone was working and how motivated they were, she suddenly had the idea to record it.

Those who were bold or skeptical of her words followed her into the office, where Song Zhishu generously showed them. She knew what they were doubting, so she played many clips of Min Xiuzhe.

Judging from the angle and shooting technique, it was indeed filmed secretly. They watched helplessly as Min Xiuzhe went from calligraphy copybooks to pinyin, formulas, textbooks, and exercises.

They suddenly felt so ashamed they wanted to disappear.

Song Zhishu's forceful clarification finally allowed her to shed the label of "training leader" and gain genuine fame. They had no feelings towards Min Xiuzhe; after all, they had heard of his fearsome reputation, so how could they possibly believe that Min Xiuzhe had truly reformed?

Compared to that, they were more curious about this legendary teaching assistant.

As a result, some second- and third-year students would often sneak in and stand at the door of the Chinese language office, but none of them were spared and were chased away by Xu Hongxing.

She returned to her seat, looked at Song Zhishu, and hesitated, "You..."

She really hadn't expected Song Zhishu to be so assertive. Song Zhishu turned to look at her and smiled sweetly as always.

Xu Hongxing: ………

too horrible

The matter eventually faded away, and the principal couldn't hold her accountable. When the children in Class 3 were initially slandered, due to public pressure and Huang Mei's influence, she hadn't considered speaking up for them, assuming it would soon pass. She had no idea that Huang Mei and her students would escalate the situation.

Furthermore, Song Zhishu's actions brought about a change in the previously oppressive atmosphere on campus.

Song Zhishu returned the recording pen to Xiao Lewei, who was staring in disbelief in the English office. Looking at the smiling young woman in front of her, she finally gave her a trembling thumbs up.

At dinner time, Song Zhishu sat in the seat next to Min Xiuze: she was already used to it. Li Dachui and Bai You also happily brought their food and sat down opposite her, followed by some students from Class 3. The once deserted row suddenly became lively.

The remaining people then realized that the reason they dared to sit in Min Xiuzhe's row was not only because of Song Zhishu, but also because—Min Xiuzhe was also a member of their class.

They suddenly felt something breaking.

Song Zhishu didn't care at all about their opinions. She went out to buy some snacks during evening self-study and distributed them during the break. Liang Shengyu asked her to go out and help out, but she didn't have time to give some to Min Xiuzhe separately. In the end, Li Dachui politely and embarrassedly placed the snacks in Min Xiuzhe's seat.

The latter lazily raised its eyelids, its expression unreadable, and stared intently at the candy wrapped in a bunny, remaining motionless for a long time.

She talked so much that afternoon that he can't remember it all now.

At that moment, the crowd of onlookers rushed out, leaving him alone in the empty yet cramped classroom. He stood up, a sudden gust of wind surging between his habitually bent legs. He walked to the back door, her firm and rising voice ringing in his ears, rushing through the layers of pressure that squeezed into his ear canal like a whirlpool.

His steps were slow and heavy, his eyes lowered, a faint green mist rising from them, making his eyes appear even more hazy and dreamlike.

He casually recalled the route Song Zhisuo often took when entering through the back door, and then retraced her steps.

When he reached his seat, he sat down again, just as Song Zhishu finished his excited declaration.

Min Xiu suddenly reached out, squeezed the rabbit-wrapped candy tightly, stuffed it into his pocket, and lightly rubbed its white color with his fingers.

She suddenly curled her lips into a smile.

It is still an extremely faint arc.

[Ding! Target's affection level increased by 3, current affection level is 36]

Song Zhishu no longer cares about how much favorability Min Xiuze has gained. She just wants him to do what he likes. Apart from murder and arson, she hopes he can have some things worth staying for in this world.

Do not treat indifference and hostility as golden rules.

As night fell, the classroom sparsely populated with two or three students walking side by side. Song Zhishu, carrying her small backpack, entered the classroom and saw Min Xiuzhe still listlessly lying on his desk with his eyes closed. She quietly walked over, but to her dismay, before she could get very close to him, he had already slowly sat up and looked up at her.

"Haha...hahaha...it's so good to be young, so perceptive..." Song Zhishu said evasively, sighed, and honestly took out his little surprise—a piece of candy—and handed it over: "Here, this is my share, I saved it especially for you."

"Thank you for working so hard for my honor." Song Zhishu chuckled as she moved a stool over from the stage. She didn't mind him putting away the candy and staring blankly at his indifferent profile.

“This candy,” Min Xiu suddenly spoke, interrupting Song Zhishu’s reverie, “how did you buy it?” “…” Song Zhishu’s eyes darted around, and she answered truthfully, “The money left over from buying skewers.”

"That...that too, the loudspeaker."