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Chapter 679: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (52)

Now, Min Xiuzhe's studies, especially in science subjects, no longer require much help from Song Zhishu. It has to be said that sometimes comparing people can be really frustrating. So, during evening self-study, Song Zhishu would sit next to her, and she would only step in when he encountered a word he didn't recognize.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye. Min Xiu finished checking the answers to the exercises, turned to look at Song Zhishu, who was writing new literacy notes with his head down, his eyes darkening, and said, "Let's go."

The night was long and lingering. Song Zhishu yawned and walked slowly. Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she asked, "Xiao Min, why did you decide to come to school yesterday?"

"...Buy a pen." That armored warrior is so lame.

"cut."

Then, she asked bluntly, "Xiao Min, do you have a relationship with Teacher Xiao? When I first arrived, I heard A Yi and Sheng Yu say that you only give Teacher Xiao a nice look."

Min Xiu's eyes, hidden in the night, stopped moving.

That's a good question.

He moved his lips several times in the moonlight, but in the end he remained silent in the night.

He shouldn't have been acquainted with her; it might become the dagger that stabs her one day.

“I know even if you don’t say it, Teacher Xiao is beautiful and kind-hearted, she must have helped you in some way, right?” Song Zhishu nudged him with his elbow: “Xiao Min, not bad, you know how to repay kindness, I admire you.”

That's a perfectly normal line of thinking.

“The moon is beautiful,” she whispered. “If you look at it a few more times, you might be able to reach out and touch it.”

Min Xiu turned to look at her, and saw that her eyes were filled with dark mountains, which were shrouded in dark clouds under the moonlight, making them beautiful and graceful. There was a kind of unspoken light in them, as delicate and pale as paper, and the fragments could float into his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes when blown by the cool breeze.

He raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his eye.

Then, it lingered in the air for a moment before touching its heart.

Jumping

It's a little different from the last time I jumped.

fast

[Ding! Target's affection level increased by 5, current affection level is 45]

It was just a minor incident, and Song Zhishu never intended to make a big deal out of it. In the days that followed, they continued to travel according to their fixed schedule. Song Zhishu wrote limericks every day and forced him to read them. He was engrossed in studying all subjects except Chinese every day, and he would return home under the moonlight. During this journey, she would watch the short videos she recorded of the two of them during their evening tutoring sessions.

Every time the camera focuses on his cool and striking profile, Song Zhishu always lets out a silent "wow," and over time, she doesn't want to change it.

Min Xiu never slacked off in his training and missions, so injuries were commonplace for him. Song Zhishu noticed this and silently gave him medicine, which Min Xiu simply put back on her desk, unused. Worried about his injuries, she painstakingly imitated Xiao Lewei's handwriting to write on the medicine.

Xiao Lewei's brushstrokes were rounded and without sharp edges, which suited her gentle personality. This kind of writing was also easy to imitate, so Song Zhishu wrote it and put it on his desk.

The next day, things started to go wrong.

Min Xiu noticed that her expression had become extremely bad, which puzzled Song Zhishu. She told him her (extremely boring) jokes, but he didn't react and would even coldly chase her away.

Song Zhishu was very generous. Men, after all, have their days like that every month. So in the evening, she still sat next to Min Xiuzhe without a care in the world, wanting to see what questions he was doing, but he gave her a cold look, which was a warning to her to back down.

Song Zhishu: ………

She laughed and asked, "What did I do to you?"

Min Xiu remained silent, but the scar on his forehead appeared particularly terrifying.

Song Zhishu's smile faded as she stared blankly at his conspicuous wound, asking seemingly casually, "Cough... the medicine I gave you... didn't work? I saw it, didn't it have... um... Teacher Xiao's name written on it?"

It would have been better if she hadn't said that. After she said a few words, the temperature in their room suddenly dropped, chilling them to the bone.

Min Xiu paused, his simple, unadorned black pen poised. Then, he looked up, his eyes glistening with starlight, his aura chilling. He only looked away when Song Zhishu began to look around uncomfortably. Suddenly, he reached into a drawer and pulled out a packet of clearly opened medicine. He casually picked out a box and pointed to the cute, rounded words on it.

"Teacher Xiao's handwriting is so beautiful." She said calmly and flawlessly.

Min Xiu tightened his grip and took out the empty medicine from the small bag he carried with him every night. The medicine was clearly labeled "Xiao Lewei". He placed the two medicines together and pointed to the area under the character "Le" on each one. One had a sharp hook, while the other was just a small curve.

"........."

Song Zhishu was slightly taken aback.

Min Xiu roughly put away the two medicines, pulling at the wound in the middle, causing blood to seep out and soak through his gray shirt, making it look mottled and dark. He didn't even frown, and was about to leave after packing up.

Song Zhishu panicked when she saw him about to leave. She grabbed Min Xiuzhe's arm, carefully avoiding his injury. He tried to break free impatiently, but unintentionally didn't hit him hard.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it was my fault."

She spoke, taking the medicine he had treated so roughly, wanting to apply it to him, but she didn't know where to begin, her delicate and beautiful eyes looking somewhat helpless.

"Teacher Xiao went back to her parents' house these past few days to take care of some things. I wanted to ask her for help, but I couldn't find a way," she said softly, her hand loosening slightly as he struggled.

“You don’t use the medicine I gave you, but you used Teacher Xiao’s medicine before. I know you don’t want me to interfere too much in your life, but I can’t bring myself to ask you directly, so I had to resort to this.”

"I'm sorry, it's my fault, I can't deny it. Can you apply the medicine now?"

As Min Xiu listened to her words, a turbulent undercurrent flowed between his brows.

Seeing that he didn't move, Song Zhishu tentatively pulled open his sleeve. When she saw the large bloodstains, her throat tightened. She squeezed out the ointment and took a cotton swab to apply the medicine, but Min Xiu avoided her.

Seeing Song Zhishu's stunned expression and momentary blankness, he hurriedly said, "You...you should look at what you bought!"

Song Zhishu blinked, muttered something, and turned the medicine over. He saw tiny, ant-like characters that read "Wu Family Athlete's Foot Cream".

She quickly covered it up as if she'd been electrocuted and threw it onto Min Xiuze's desk.

"........."

Judging from her expression, Min Xiu knew that she hadn't looked at the item carefully when she bought it, and he was speechless for a moment.

God knows, he only realized something was wrong after glancing at it unintentionally. Although his vocabulary was limited, he could roughly recognize the characters for "athlete's foot".

"Heh...hehe...hahahaha..." Song Zhishu could only laugh foolishly, her mind already shaking the 8 or 90-year-old man selling medicine until she felt like throwing up.

She only gave him Xiao Lewei's medicine box and told him to take the same one. After he took it, it looked similar, so she didn't ask any more questions and paid directly.

"Your money."

He asked. Song Zhishu realized what he meant and weakly replied, "Yours."