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Chapter 689: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (62)

Song Zhishu felt a surge of pride and a sense of strategic brilliance, and replied, "It's a sure thing!"

The two days of exams flew by, and seeing that Min Xiuzhe remained calm, Song Zhishu didn't expect to get anything out of him. Since they hadn't started learning anything yet, on the night after the exams, she took Min Xiuzhe on a shopping spree at a barbecue stall.

Honestly, they were so strange, yet not at all sleazy; in fact, they were quite polite. Being too wary of the barbecue stall would have been a bad idea.

The stars, scattered across the night sky, resembled an overturned pond, a dazzling display of brilliance, their movement forming a continuous, flowing stream. Compared to the desolate loneliness of a spring night, the summer stars were like vibrant, dazzling verses. "Xiao Min, do you think you'll pass your Chinese exam this time?" Song Zhishu burped and took another bite of his potato skewer.

"good."

He replied indifferently, without any pretense.

"Then I'm relieved!" Song Zhishu exclaimed, taking a deep breath of the pine forest scent in the middle of the night. The fragrance was lingering and elegant, with an unforgettable aftertaste and a refreshing coolness.

"I'd like to sleep on the floor here for one night this summer."

she says.

Min Xiu nodded in response.

Their conversations were always brief, but they were quite lively. Most of the time, Song Zhishu would ramble on, while Min Xiu would simply nod, say "uh-huh," or "oh." However, she would become unusually quiet when looking at the stars.

She looked at Min Xiuze, who was staring intently at the starry sky.

Who are you looking for? She also looked up, lost in the boundless white expanse.

Time flew by as she graded the papers. Soon, Song Zhishu looked at her Chinese paper with a score of "60" and resignedly covered her face.

Still! Fail!

Well, that's already a big improvement, at least you've broken 60. When Lao Su and the others found out, they weren't too disappointed. Instead, they laughed and said, "Breaking 60 is good! That's enough! Don't push too hard, Xiao Song. Did Xiao Min start so late?"

Song Zhishu accepted their comforting words and looked at their experienced yet gentle and refined faces. She almost kowtowed three times on behalf of Min Xiuzhe.

While things are peaceful and harmonious on one side, there is unrest and turmoil on another.

Min Xiuzhe actually scored 60 points in Chinese, 210 points in science, 90 points in math, and 70 points in English, ranking in the 20s in his class.

When the scores were announced, Ju Li was shocked.

After all, with politics, history, and geography dragging on, Min Xiu had only studied for half a year, and his science grades weren't particularly outstanding, so he had always been firmly in the bottom five of the school. Now that he had suddenly dropped out, it shocked them.

Because of past mistakes, no one dared to question it, and the questions this time were very simple, with the highest score in the combined science exam reaching 280 points, which was not a big deal.

But! But!

They had no choice but to keep quiet and return to their seats to ponder their predicament.

In contrast, Min Xiu remained unusually calm.

Oh, actually I'm not exactly calm either.

His eyes remained cold and aloof, yet a hint of sorrow had crept in.

Directly in front of me was a Chinese language test paper with a score of 60 clearly written on it.

I failed this test again.

He was so annoyed by this stupid question; he guessed all the multiple-choice questions wrong.

Thinking back to how he had just hummed in agreement with Song Zhishu a few days ago, Min Xiu pursed his lips slightly.

However, thinking of Lao Su and the others, they would surely try to persuade Song Zhishu not to push too hard.

Thinking of this, he felt a little relieved, picked up the Chinese test paper, and went out the back door.

At this moment, a heavy atmosphere filled the Chinese language office.

Song Zhishu never expected that an uninvited guest would arrive here.

When Huang Mei came in, she was choked by the smoke. She still smiled politely, but her tone inadvertently carried a hint of disgust: "What is this? Oh, should I bring over some of our nice aromatherapy diffuser from the English office and lend it to you?"

Old Su and the others' expressions changed. They pouted and refused to pay attention to her. Song Zhishu didn't care either, and the atmosphere turned cold.

However, Huang Mei, who is always concerned about her image, was all smiles this time, clearly having come prepared. She walked over to Song Zhishu and chatted with her warmly: "Oh, I just came to chat with you. Our class is all in the top fifty of the grade this time, not a single one of us is left out."

"Teaching Assistant Song, Min Xiuzhe did quite well on the exam this time! He's not last in the grade anymore?"

Song Zhishu smiled but didn't answer, though the casualness in her eyes faded slightly.

"If you ask me, he's just a petty thug..." She trailed off, but her voice was still loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, "Orphaned and ruthless, how can you even know what he's done? He's probably killed more people than you've ever seen! What's the point of studying? He's still just a wild child. He's even brought death to the kind person who took him in, who knows what he might do to you? And you, Assistant Professor Song, why do you like being around him so much? And you bring him to the Chinese language office all the time... No matter what, you graduated from a good university, even if you're also an orphan... You can't just wallow in self-pity and befriend that kind of useless savage... Even if you're not very capable at work, you can't stoop to being a stepping stone for that monster..."

She went on and on, getting more and more excited, and her words toward Min Xiuzhe became increasingly harsh.

She had been watching for a while; Min Xiuzhe frequently came here. She figured it must be because Song Zhishu hadn't told the senior staff in the Chinese language office Min Xiuzhe's identity. When the results came out, she was overjoyed, so she came over without thinking to cause trouble and show off.

Besides, wasn't she most concerned about Min Xiuze?

Pshaw, they're all in cahoots. She'll expose their true colors in front of everyone today!

Song Zhishu's expression grew colder and colder until it was completely frozen. She suddenly turned her chair around to face her directly. Her once warm and gentle eyes were now covered in frost, as cold as a vast ice river in winter. Broken snow crystals melted and fell into her pupils, reflecting a desolate and bleak sea.

"you,"

"Say it again if you dare." Her originally gentle yet firm voice was now tinged with a cold mist, ethereal and frosty, chilling beyond belief.

Huang Mei looked a little uncomfortable, somewhat frightened by her reaction.

Song Zhishu had never been so covered in starlight and thick clouds, as if a torrential rain was about to fall.

Huang Mei was getting angry, and her words became harsh: "Don't push your luck! I'm trying to give you some advice out of the goodwill, and you're giving me that attitude? Let me tell you, we've been discussing this for a long time. Tell me, who likes him? Everyone avoids him like the plague, seeing him as a waste of resources! Isn't he just an orphan who brings bad luck to others? Aren't you one too? What are you pretending for..."

Before she could finish speaking, Song Zhishu raised her hand and slapped her hard across the face. Xu Hongxing, who was standing next to her, could even hear the sound of the slap.

Huang Mei was stunned by the slap. Song Zhishu looked thin and small, but her strength was considerable. The original owner had spent eight years frantically doing practice problems by lamplight, so how could her strength be weak? Still not satisfied, she slapped her on the other side.

Huang Mei's face burned with pain, so much so that she was numb. She started howling and tried to tear her apart, muttering incoherently, "You're all bastards, what are you two pretending for!"

The fire in Song Zhishu's eyes was completely ignited. She flung a book at Song Zhishu's face and, taking advantage of the opening, stood up and tackled Song Zhishu to the ground. Her movements were precise and ruthless, giving her an absolute advantage.

Song Zhishu is now very neat and tidy, and is used to wearing a high ponytail and braids, while Huang Mei has big waves in her hair.