Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 672: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (45)

Yeah, I used his money to buy him a gift.

Min Xiu didn't care and casually opened his physics book.

Song Zhishu wasn't in a hurry, and mysteriously showed him her video camera.

“Let me tell you, if it weren’t for it, we wouldn’t have been able to clear our names,” Song Zhishu said, curling her lip. “A bunch of little brats, studying so hard every day, and still have the mind to spread rumors.”

“Starting today, I’m going to use this to record your tutoring life!” Song Zhishu raised the video camera in her hand with high spirits, looking at him with bright eyes.

Min Xiuzhe: ...? He was stunned for a moment. Song Zhishu seized the opportunity and raised the video camera that he was already familiar with, pointing it at Min Xiuzhe.

“It’s still better to film openly and honestly,” Song Zhishu sighed, unable to stop laughing, and exclaimed in surprise, “Xiao Min, not bad, so handsome.”

Min Xiu turned his head uncomfortably and said coldly, "I won't film."

Song Zhishu immediately put down her little hand, pursed her lips, moved her little stool over, and responded with a muffled "Oh".

Min Xiu ignored her and continued reading the book.

Xiao Song was immersed in his sadness, but he still tried his best to explain to Min Xiuze. After all, the physics education system in this world started late, and there is a world of difference between high school and junior high school. Now they are almost catching up with the curriculum.

Finally, it was Min Xiuze's turn to practice on his own. Song Zhishu watched from the side, feeling itchy to do so, and couldn't help but ask, "Min, just pat it once, just once."

Min Xiu felt like there were flies buzzing around him.

He exhaled deeply, his cold gaze piercing her once more.

This expression was already a habit of his, and he couldn't change it. However, Song Zhishu wasn't afraid. She still blinked at him and weakly raised her video camera.

"........."

Min Xiu turned his head away again and ignored her, still struggling to interpret the question, which made Song Zhishu overjoyed: This means he agreed!

So Song Zhishu jumped up and pointed the video camera at herself and Min Xiuzhe, who was bent over his desk. The two people in the same frame looked both unfamiliar and familiar. She smiled brightly, while the boy with furrowed brows had a cold and aloof look, creating an odd yet harmonious contrast. Through the lens, Song Zhishu saw Min Xiuzhe start to solve the problem by wielding his pen, and silently exclaimed "Wow!" at the camera.

She didn't record for too long. After putting away the video camera, Song Zhishu began to help Min Xiuzhe understand the questions and organize his thoughts. An hour flew by like a fleeting moment. Seeing Min Xiuzhe's relaxed brows, Song Zhishu took out another card from her small handbag and handed it to him.

Min Xiu raised his eyes slightly, looking at the colorful armored warrior card under the lamp.

He looked up at Song Zhishu, who was waiting for him to collect the comb. Seeing that he didn't move, she pushed it towards him and explained, "This is a reward for your good study tonight. Jiang Fengcheng sold it to me, I didn't steal it."

"........."

He didn't say it was stolen.

"Your money."

Song Zhishu knew he was asking a question, so she awkwardly touched her nose and said, "It's still yours."

"........."

"Has he been speechless a lot lately?" Min Xiu thought without any emotion.

To avoid Song Zhishu launching another round of nonsense attacks, Min Xiu simply took it and put it into the neatly tidied drawer.

Song Zhishu was satisfied and instructed, "Min, don't throw them away. Once you collect all the cards, you might be able to summon the dragon."

Min Xiu nodded mechanically and perfunctorily, packed his things, turned off the lights and went out, followed by a man who spoke fluently and incoherently.

When they arrived at the door, Grandpa Wang, unusually, did not sing opera. His face was all puffed up with worry. He looked dejected when he saw them and did not pester Min Xiuzhe to ask if he wanted to learn opera.

Min Xiu felt relieved and wanted to go out directly, but Song Zhishu tugged at him, indicating that Grandpa Wang was heartbroken and hadn't opened the door at all.

"........."

Song Zhishu stepped forward and knocked on the glass, asking, "Uncle Wang! What's wrong? Why do you look so listless?" Uncle Wang pursed his lips, opened the window, and spread his hands to show her the wooden toy gun he had broken.

"I broke my wife's favorite gun." The old man was so worried that his hair was almost growing out: "What should I do? I don't even dare to go home."

The two remained silent for a moment before slowly turning their gaze to Min Xiuzhe, whose face was cold and indifferent.

Min Xiuze: ...?

He opened his lips, his voice as cold and desolate as the night: "I won't."

Song Zhishu: Not a single heroic act here, Xiao Min QAQ

Fujian Xiuze: —_—

He won't do that; he's not going to play the hero.

Grandpa Wang, as if he had found a savior, hurriedly said, "No! Xiao Min! You have extraordinary talent; you're not only a good candidate for opera, but you must also be able to fix things!" He rushed out, grabbed Min Xiuze, and pulled him inside, babbling on and on, "Xiao Min, let me tell you, if you help me with this, I'll go through fire and water for you! I'll even give you a single hair that grows from my head, Xiao Min!"

"........."

I can't even walk two steps without straining my back, let alone go through fire and water.

Min Xiu closed his eyes, feeling a sense of wonder.

Song Zhishu followed him in, patted Min Xiuze on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Heaven has bestowed a great responsibility upon this person."

Here we go again with the "dead people" thing.

He patiently looked ahead and saw that the gun wasn't too badly broken; he could just glue it back together and snap some of the smaller parts back into place.

They busied themselves with the repairs, and when they finally finished, the old man burst into tears of joy. He grabbed Min Xiuze's hand and said, "Little Min! I really... I promise you, whenever you want to learn opera, I'll teach you!"

Min Xiu struggled to pull his hand back and stiffly said, "Go home." The old man was already familiar with his manipulative way of speaking, so he quickly opened the door and waved to the two of them.

Song Zhishu pushed her bicycle, touched her heart, and exclaimed, "Min, after seeing you help someone, I also felt a warmth in my heart. How about you? Were you especially excited?"

Min Xiu didn't answer. She seemed determined to get an answer no matter what, so Min Xiu got annoyed and raised his hand to his left chest. After feeling for a while, he lowered it under Song Zhishu's piercing gaze and finally said in a deep voice, "It's beating."

"........."

What, can't you do without jumping?

However, Song Zhishu was not discouraged at all. On the contrary, she was full of ambition and high aspirations: If she could help Grandpa Wang, how far away could a prosperous life be?

Song Zhishu could already imagine the bright future of Min Xiuze, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The moonlight is like water, the gauze is light and airy, a fleeting moment of light, yet a thousand years have passed in the world.