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Chapter 677: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (50)

Everyone stared at Min Xiuzhe in disbelief.

They had only heard of the force with which Min Xiuze beat people, which was completely different from that of those teenagers.

He was deadly, using his only courage, which wasn't even worthy of being called brave, because his soul had been ripped apart, so he didn't need excessive confusion, reluctance, cowardice, or hesitation.

Just like now, his eyes were obscured by dark clouds like crows' eyelashes, with only sudden bursts of red light. His fists were like chillingly sharp blades, each strike carrying a heavy force.

Bai Chuqiang was six or seven years older than him, but he was completely powerless to fight back and was beaten until he could only cry out in pain.

It's not that he hasn't been beaten before, but this one is just too ruthless. The cruelty and ruthlessness of the attack are simply demonic!

Knowing that Bai Chuqiang couldn't withstand much more from him, Song Zhishu hurriedly stepped forward, squatted down, and grabbed his hand. Almost simultaneously, Min Xiu's other fist tore through the flowing air and charged forward recklessly.

His movements were so fast that they even created a double image. Song Zhishu didn't have time to react before her eyes focused and his trembling hand stopped at the tip of her nose.

If he had been even a second later, Song Zhishu would probably have been caught in the crossfire.

Her eyes trembled as she looked down at the fist at the tip of her nose.

The wind was still at this moment, with only occasional weary birds chirping mournfully against the backdrop of the desolate western mountains.

Everyone fell silent, except for Bai Chuqiang's weak breathing. Even time itself seemed to pause and peer between them.

Song Zhishu looked up at him again.

This was the first time she had seen him fight so closely. His eyes were bloodshot, but his pupils still held an unchanging coldness and icy desolation; an indifference that even the warmth of spring could not melt spread from his body and seeped into her heart.

He still maintained his rationality, without even a hint of confusion.

He knew what he was doing; he had precisely calculated the force of each punch, so even if Bai Chuqiang was in excruciating pain, he would not be crippled or killed.

Song Zhishu belatedly realized that Min Xiuzhe was the one who maintained exceptional composure throughout the entire farce.

Would a calm person punch her in a moment of emotional outburst?

You're showing your emotions, Xiao Min.

Song Zhishu, with a mix of emotions swirling in her heart, said something that suddenly broke into a smile: "Min, are you asking me for a reward?"

She gently stroked Min Xiuzhe's hand, touching a stiff, cold surface. Frowning slightly, Song Zhishu opened his fist, placed the candy from her pocket in his palm, then looked directly into his eyes, her lips curving into a smile: "Thank you, Min."

Another dramatic saga that fizzled out without a trace.

When Wang Zhihua arrived, the only scene was about taking Bai Chuqiang to the hospital. Seeing Bai Chuqiang's terrible injuries, she was terrified. She glanced tremblingly at Xiao Lewei not far away, and guiltily caught up with the crowd that was taking Bai Chuqiang to the hospital.

When An Zheng returned, he saw a scene of utter chaos. He immediately spotted Xiao Lewei, whose face was ashen. His expression darkened, and he rushed over. Students entered one after another, looking at the cleaned-up, faint bloodstains on the ground with a mixture of fear and curiosity. A few students who had arrived earlier and witnessed the whole thing had their eyes gleaming, as if they were hiding some priceless treasure to share with them.

In the end, Bai Chuqiang suffered minor injuries, and everyone fell silent.

Sure enough, he's a jinx. He beat people so badly that he almost knocked them unconscious, yet they only suffered minor injuries.

The principal still gave some punishment, but also praised her. After all, everyone had seen that Bai Chuqiang made the first move. If Song Zhishu hadn't come, he would have directly laid a hand on Xiao Lewei. Besides, An Zheng arrived in time, so it wouldn't have been difficult for her to delay a little longer. Xiao Lewei couldn't bear such suffering.

She no longer had any worries about this matter. With An Zheng and Min Xiu around, Bai Chuqiang wouldn't be able to cause any major trouble.

The farce was captivating, but the ostentatious luxury cars parked outside the school gate were even more eye-catching.

Zhang Luo looked at the beautiful face of the girl on campus and the fierce boy in front of her, who was poised to pounce like a wolf, and laughed harder and harder.

Interesting, so interesting.

Although everyone understood the ins and outs of the matter, they were still terrified by the witness's description of the scene. They admitted that they had previously ostracized Min Xiuzhe because of his personality and behavior, but they had never seen him fight before. Hearing his account now only filled them with horror.

The scene was terrifying; everyone who saw it felt that Bai Chuqiang was not far from death.

Min Xiu never cared about the rumors. He gazed intently at Song Zhishu, who was smiling gently and calmly, and suddenly opened his lips, but then hesitated, unsure of what to say.

Song Zhishu laughed even harder, and said casually, "Do you want me to help you up?"

Min Xiu lowered his eyes, the crimson within them receding, and stood up on his own.

Previously, Song Zhishu would just reach out and pull him by the hand without ever asking if he needed it.

Song Zhishu remained calm and walked forward as if chatting casually: "Why did Min come today? It really surprises me."

That's what he said, but his tone was completely flat.

Min Xiu stared at her back for a moment, then followed her without saying a word.

Seeing his silence, Song Zhishu simply smiled, glanced at him indifferently, and said nothing. The time that followed was quite strange between them.

During dinner, because of what happened in the afternoon, no one dared to approach him. Only Song Zhishu remained, sitting calmly two seats away from him.

Min Xiu turned to look at her again, his gaze no longer that of a cold, icy abyss, but rather one that held emotions that were not easily deciphered. Song Zhishu noticed her turning back and simply smiled in return.

Even during evening tutoring sessions, this unbearable tension continued to rise.

She was smiling, just like any other day. Her tone and attitude were impeccable, and she joked around as easily as ever.

But I just don't feel comfortable.

On the way home that evening, an eerie silence descended once again.

Min Xiu watched her push her bicycle, his gaze as still as a lake. "You..."

With a hoarse, low voice, Song Zhishu continued walking and uttered a soft "Hmm?"

"At that time..."

Min Xiu uttered three words, but then didn't know what else to say.

“Back then,” Song Zhishu responded softly, then suddenly laughed, “did you think I put Teacher Xiao in danger?”

He stopped talking.

"Do you think I brought this trouble upon myself?"

His eyelashes fluttered and bounced in the cool, watery night.

Song Zhishu narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "Yes, I provoked them. Thank you for not punching me directly back then."

Min Xiu suddenly paused in the surging darkness, and said in a hoarse voice, "No." Song Zhishu did not turn around, but just chuckled, her gentleness overwhelming: "If Min says no, then no. It's all in the past, who knows?"

"Teacher Xiao is indeed a very good teacher, it's not surprising that you like her so much."

She parked her car on the side of the road, stood under the somber lights, waved politely to him, and then disappeared into the Jiang family's gate.

A sense of confusion suddenly welled up in his cold, dark eyes.