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Chapter 685: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (58)

As the workload increases, the decision to choose between arts and sciences becomes increasingly urgent, and they will have to do so before the midterm exams.

This wasn't a big deal for Min Xiuzhe at all, but Song Zhishu couldn't resist teasing him. So one day after tutoring, Song Zhishu asked him mysteriously, "Little Min, it's almost time to choose between arts and sciences, what do you want to choose?"

Min Xiu may not know what the division between arts and sciences is, or he may be pretending not to know, but if he doesn't respond, Song Zhishu will keep nagging, so he nods as a response.

"I'm asking you what you want to choose."

"Science subjects will be incredibly difficult in the future..."

Her poor acting skills were impossible to hide; she was clearly trying to look at Min Xiuzhe.

Min Xiu didn't react much, or even at all, and simply asked, "You... also chose this option?"

Song Zhishu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and replied, "Of course."

"You chose it."

“Me?” Song Zhishu answered readily, “Of course, I’m a science major.”

"same as you."

Song Zhishu didn't react for a moment, staring at his half-face, which was depicted by the cold moonlight. Noticing her astonished gaze, Min Xiu lowered his eyes to look at the petite figure that only reached his shoulders. He was also puzzled by her reaction. He frowned slightly, and then lowered his head closer to her. His once brilliant eyes, which were bright in the moonlight, were now hidden in deep ink. In the deep night, his slightly hoarse voice was more expansive than the cicadas in summer: "Isn't that right?"

Song Zhishu's breath suddenly tightened, and she struggled frantically out of the crack in his ice, staring straight ahead, her heart pounding like a drum.

She tried her best not to give herself away, maintaining a strong and calm demeanor: "Well... I can't say that definitively. It mainly depends on what suits you..."

“You wouldn’t choose politics, history, or geography.” Min Xiuze said indifferently, “I know.”

"And you said you needed extra lessons."

He straightened up: "Xuanwen, it's been a long time since I've seen you."

His tone and expression were still as desolate as Anbo, his emotions unrequited, yet they directly shattered Song Zhishu's rationality, or perhaps all the meager goodwill she had accumulated was gathered here.

Her earlobes, though dark, were bright red, just like the faint yet burning fire in the young man's heart.

This inexplicable conversation proved true on the eve of the midterm exams. After repeatedly emphasizing the need for careful consideration, Song Zhishu handed over the podium to An Zheng, who was looking at the children with concern.

After spending a considerable amount of time together, Class 3 and An Zheng have become quite close. While their love may not be as strong as steel, it's certainly a budding romance. Along with this, the main characters' relationship is also progressing smoothly; the two are now sweet and affectionate, the envy of everyone around them, and it's no secret that they're openly dating.

When Song Zhishu first saw that Min Xiu was unmoved, he really thought that this kid was not interested. Later, he saw the calligraphy copybook that had been crushed by excessive force.

Xiao Song: Sigh, men's damn pride.

So that evening, she gave up on tutoring again. Since he looked gloomy and couldn't concentrate on studying anyway, she simply took him out for some barbecue.

Seeing that eating skewers still couldn't dispel his barely perceptible frustration, Song Zhishu did the boldest thing she'd ever done since arriving here: they would go to the city together that night.

The city was much more lively than the small town, given the large flow of people. So, she rode her bike there, exhausted, just as the owner of the noodle shop was closing up. Hearing Song Zhishu's plea, the owner finally noticed someone behind her and was startled. The person was dressed differently than the caterpillar she'd been hiding, but her face was still obscured. She simply turned her head, her gaze fixed solely on the unsuspecting Song Zhishu, and then, from time to time, flashes of crimson light would appear.

An extremely terrifying, yet completely harmless gaze.

She found it terrifying for the man to be alone, but the girl next to him was full of energy, resilient and beautiful, just like a flower that had grown against the narrow tube, tender yet weathered by hardship. When they stood together, they were surprisingly harmonious.

In this strange harmony, the proprietress had no choice but to go along with it and do a favor, since the customer was a repeat customer, and she could tell from his tone.

Min Xiu was sitting by the wall, and Song Zhishu deliberately chose to sit next to him to avoid being seen. She patted his back and comforted him, "Little Min, you should know that Teacher Xiao is so gentle and lovely. Having such a domineering boyfriend is... well... a perfect match?"

"Although I don't know why, Teacher Xiao must have done something significant for you. Now that she's happy, be happy, don't think about it anymore." Her voice was soft and gentle, filling the small shop with the fragrance of flowers.

Min Xiu lifted his eyelids, his eyes, hidden beneath the gloomy brim of his hat, staring intently at her.

Song Zhishu noticed, but just smiled, reached out and patted his head through his hat, saying, "My money is all in the office, so you're treating today."

Somewhat absurd

It was almost midnight when someone noticed he was in a bad mood. Despite being a coward and frail person, they still brought him to eat cold noodles.

Min Xiu didn't know what it felt like to be moved or overwhelmed with emotion. He was always indifferent to joy or sorrow, his face like a shell, devoid of any emotion except for the occasional hollow, mocking laugh.

He didn't know how Song Zhishu could tell he was in a bad mood, nor did he know what kind of mood he should be showing. Should he smile?

Since it was evening, Song Zhishu couldn't let the two of them eat until they were unable to walk. Seeing that Min Xiuzhe had shed his unusually gloomy demeanor, she nodded in satisfaction. After Min Xiuzhe paid, she pulled him out under the inquiring gaze of the proprietress.

"Walk for a while to digest your food."

She offered an explanation, then pushed her bicycle, squinting as she walked into the clear, vast summer night.

Min Xiu watched her back for a long time before following her.

“Xiao Min, judging from your expression, you have deep feelings for Teacher Xiao,” Song Zhishu said in a relaxed tone, “but you don’t seem to know her well, like strangers. What’s going on?”

She meant no offense, and was as relaxed as the old men in the office.

Min Xiu thought that spending a lot of time with certain people might actually subtly influence one's personality.

Of course, he didn't think of the saying "one is influenced by one's company."

He squinted and suddenly imagined Song Zhishu at that age, with gray hair, the stars and moon in his eyes having settled into dark mountains over the years, holding a cup of strong tea, watching the autumn rain, looking content with a warm and funny expression. He couldn't help but chuckle.

Now, it was impossible for Song Zhishu not to hear. She touched her belly and asked curiously, "What are you laughing at?"

It was just a fleeting moment. He suppressed his inexplicable smile, but a chill inexplicably dissipated from his heart.

"Laughing at an idiot."

He replied coldly.

[Ding! Target's affection level increased by 3, current affection level is 57]