Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 684: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (57)

Even so, they were not like the vast majority of outsiders who thought Min Xiu was a wicked and vicious person; they just thought of him as a teenager.

It wasn't that Song Zhishu did it intentionally; she was just so happy that she couldn't help but mention in the office that Min Xiuzhe had finally made progress in his diligent Chinese studies. This aroused the interest of a group of teachers, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and tell them some things about Min Xiuzhe.

It's pretty much true. She didn't intend to embellish him, but some things are like that. When you say them out loud, they seem ordinary, which actually corrects a little bit of prejudice.

Otherwise, why would Song Zhishu drag Min Xiuzhe to the Chinese Language Office as if he were courting death?

She felt this was an opportunity for him to integrate into life.

The people here don't revolve around him at all; they treat him like an ordinary, rebellious, agile, yet warm-hearted, shy, and quiet high school student. Song Zhishu didn't know why Min Xiuzhe's character had turned into this weird persona as she talked, but she was enjoying it nonetheless.

After sorting the snacks into smaller portions, Song Zhishu further divided them in the office before finally handing the neatly arranged snacks to Min Xiuzhe, smiling and saying, "Min, could you please take these back to the classroom for me?"

She then took two beautifully wrapped gummies out of her pocket and placed them in her hand: "A reward."

Min Xiu looked at her otherwise normal face and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the school bell. Song Zhishu looked at him and gestured with her gentle eyes for him to go back to class.

Only after he had truly left did Song Zhishu lower her head, her expression relaxing slightly. Min Xiuzhe...

In fact, Song Zhishu had anticipated this, and had always understood it; he had always been a calm and solitary figure. Even with a 51% favorability rating, Song Zhishu would still maintain his unchanging rationality and indifference.

Min Xiu never showed his emotions to others, even though he himself had very few emotions. But for example, he never hid his liking for materialization, nor did he hide his love for rolling dough. He had been so honest with Song Zhishu that she even thought they would stay like this until they reached 100% mutual affection, until just now.

Min Xiu was truly terrifyingly ruthless. He never revealed his sharp edges or his likes and dislikes because there was never anything that could influence his choices.

He could eat with Song Zhishu without hesitation, go home with him without hesitation, and act as both teacher and friend. But when his first reaction was that Song Zhishu was responsible for Xiao Lewei's predicament, or when he thought Song Zhishu was going to drag him into the insults and strange looks he disliked, he had already clenched his fists without hesitation, ready to pounce. What he showed was what he could easily let go of. On the contrary, what he hid most tightly, such as his shallow and obscure feelings for Xiao Lewei, and his despairing thoughts about the old beggar, were all hidden by him perfectly.

Song Zhishu took a sip of the water beside her and raised an eyebrow.

Later, Min Xiu discovered that he was regularly running into Song Zhishu. At these times, she was usually carrying exam papers or study materials. He wondered when this frail body had begun to bear such a heavy burden.

He was trying his best to avoid going into the Chinese language office. But Song Zhishu always managed to find him without fail. He couldn't go a day without eating; after all, he'd already paid the fees.

reject?

He didn't want to refuse.

Don't do things you don't want to do.

It's less about dislike and more about avoidance.

He loved going into the Chinese language office, where a group of idle teachers who also loved antiques would fill the air with smoke, but with a pleasant, subtle fragrance, even on the hottest days. Luckily, there was a fan, which helped to balance it out.

Once, when Song Zhishu came in, he was about to explain a Chinese problem to him. Coincidentally, the principal came to talk to him, so Song Zhishu called Teacher Su over to teach him. Min Xiu was about to turn around and leave when those familiar hands were already on his shoulders. When he turned around again, he saw Old Su's bright eyes and kind face.

Old Su liked teaching Min Xiuzhe, and so did the other senior male and female teachers. Min Xiuzhe was quiet and reserved, yet as graceful as a poplar tree, especially known for his calligraphy, which was sharp and incisive, surprising everyone who saw it. Only one female teacher, who had a deep understanding of calligraphy, hesitated for a moment, then simply smiled helplessly.

It is indeed beautiful and simple in style, but looking at it, it always seems to lack... human touch, as sharp as a knife.

You can't help but believe rumors.

However, after marveling at the calligraphy that was so rare to see here, they fell silent again after reading Min Xiuzhe's essay, leaving only the crackling of the small fire used for brewing tea.

Later, with the joint efforts of all the Chinese language teachers, Min Xiuzhe's Chinese score finally broke through 50 not long after.

All the teachers couldn't help but burst into laughter, secretly feeling smug.

So, in addition to the self-study sessions that Song Zhishu added every night, Min Xiu also had to grit his teeth and listen to a group of experienced teachers talking about everything under the sun every Wednesday after lunch.

However, they were indeed very knowledgeable and their lectures were humorous and captivating, much better than An Zheng's dry and uninspiring style.

Song Zhishu thought to herself.

It was late at night, and the wind around nine o'clock was so dry it made people uneasy. Song Zhishu fanned herself with her hand and casually sighed, "Time really flies, Xiao Min. We've actually known each other for over a month."

Here, Min Xiuze, who was holding a peach-colored pen, paused.

This pen was the one Song Zhishu bought last time. I don't know if it was to thank her for introducing him to so many knowledgeable people, or if he felt that he shouldn't refuse her kindness anymore, but Min Xiuze has been using it occasionally.

He lowered his eyes

Has it been more than a month?

From late spring to mid-summer, he had almost lost count.

While he was suddenly lost in thought, Song Zhishu had already picked up the video camera and started recording a video with a smile. There was still no sound, so Min Xiu glanced over and met her gaze in his dizzy, yellowish eyes.

Her smile was bright and gentle, like the hazy, golden hue of the room.

His eyes were cold and icy, like the pale hue of the room.

He stared intently at the two people on the screen, at two pairs of completely dissimilar eyes.

[Ding! Target's affection level increased by 3, current affection level is 54]

Upon arriving at the school gate, they listened to Grandpa Wang's new play and the two clapped and cheered. Of course, Minxiu was only responsible for clapping and cheering without any emotion; he really couldn't do that.

Under Grandpa Wang's proud and smug gaze, after seeing off the sweetly smiling Song Zhishu and the icy-splattered Min Xiuzhe, Grandpa Wang couldn't help but sigh—

What will Xiao Min do without Assistant Teacher Song?