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Chapter 701: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (The End)

The college entrance exam came quickly; the two weeks passed in the blink of an eye.

For the past two weeks, Min Xiu has been studying like a madman.

It wasn't that he hoped to change his fate through knowledge; his fate was already set and didn't need changing. He just wanted to make her happy and let her know that she was a good teacher.

Song Zhishu escorted him to the examination hall. When he came out, he smiled at him, the warm light shining on his fair face, making him look like a dream.

Min Xiuze always felt that she was unrealistically beautiful, especially when the light and shadow were dazzling. Her eyebrows, eyes, and lips were so pure that it was unbelievable, and he couldn't bear to disturb them.

She never asked him about his exam results or how he felt, and this time was no exception. They both knew perfectly well that neither of them cared about the college entrance exam, but they both did care about the results and the outcome.

After finishing the last English exam, Song Zhishu waited quietly.

The sun slowly sets in the west, casting long, swirling shadows.

The closer she got to death, the calmer she became.

She used to like standing in the center of the crowd, so that Min Xiuze could spot her at a glance, but today she was standing in a slightly more distant corner.

The sun was making her head feel a little dizzy, but Song Zhishu remained upright and dignified, gazing peacefully and fondly at the figures leaping out one by one.

Too bland

she thinks

Of all the worlds she had lived, she had never faced death with such equanimity.

Who influenced them? Who could face death so calmly?

The three words were about to burst forth.

A gunshot rang out from the hidden bushes, and a bullet flew out, piercing the thin body.

The crowd erupted in screams, but they couldn't penetrate eardrums. Suddenly, a gust of wind arose, causing the gushing hot blood to congeal.

She felt a sharp pain in her chest, and her body fell heavily to the ground, as a slideshow of her life unfolded before her eyes.

The first meal given to her by a neighbor, the money her younger brother swindled from a drunkard to buy her candy, the black and white exercises under the lamp, the cold yet warm winter, the ecstatic joy of getting into a good university, the inspiring words of encouragement to study, the cold and lonely figure of a young boy, the eyes that suddenly lit up when he saw his favorite subject.

A tender kiss filled with the aroma of smoke.

She slowly closed her eyes, her senses faded, and after the final roar, there was no more sound.

After finishing his exam, Min Xiu's lifeless eyes remained unmoved even when he saw the chaotic crowd. He looked around but couldn't find Song Zhishu.

Did she leave for the last exam?

They'll never cross paths again, right?

He walked expressionlessly past the police officers who had set up the cordon. Amidst the bustling crowd, he lost all interest in what had happened.

People were talking about it.

"Such a pretty young girl...what a pity..."

"Was that a gunshot? That's scary... Weren't those things banned a long time ago...?"

"I think I've seen her before... She must be a teacher at Red Star High School, right? My daughter said she's a really nice person and a great teacher. I also heard that she's caught the eye of a rich young master from Kyoto..."

His vision went completely black, and he frantically pushed his way to the front of the crowd, only to see police carrying a body covered with a white sheet on a stretcher. How could this be?

He forced a smile, his eyes unfocused and numb.

It might not be her; it could just be an auditory hallucination.

He gasped for breath, his mind blank, his body weak, and stumbled as he tried to turn and leave, but then he suddenly saw the armored warrior's pen lying quietly on large patches of crimson blood.

If he didn't want it, she preferred to keep it for herself.

Min Xiuze's breath was taken away, his vision blurred, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. Yet, he was stiff and unable to move, and could only stare blankly at the lonely pen.

The news spread quickly and caused quite a stir. Song Zhishu was quite famous, and students jointly petitioned for the murderer to be brought to justice. Very few people in this small town had guns, so finding the culprit should have been an easy task.

But half a month has passed, and there has been no news at all.

Song Zhiyi leaned against the corner of the wall in despair, her eyes dull. Half a month had passed, and Xiao Lewei, who had been sobbing uncontrollably at the beginning, was still listless. Xu Hongxing and Liang Shengyu also looked terrible.

An Zheng looked around, and finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "Did you all understand?"

No one answered.

He continued, "I swear on my life that Zhang Luo did this. Very few people in Yueguo can get their hands on a gun, let alone top-quality bullets. It's impossible for me, and it's impossible for Chen Ji either. Only Zhang Luo could do it."

"Moreover, he made it clear that he didn't intend to act in secret; he was putting on a show for others."

He suddenly stopped and looked at Min Xiuzhe, who was sitting stiffly in the corner like a puppet, with a complicated expression.

It's been half a month, and he's been like this every day.

This person was in a daze, yet his face remained perfectly normal.

Every day goes on as usual: eat when you're supposed to eat, sleep when you're supposed to sleep, go home when you're supposed to go home. But strangely, I feel like I'm just a shell of my former self.

Those eyes, both affectionate and indifferent, were dull and lifeless, like a cold cloud that could not be dispelled.

At first, they thought he was heartless, but as time went on, they became suspicious.

Min Xiuze seems not to have realized that Song Zhishu had died.

It took him half a month to accept that Song Zhishu was already dead.

He saw her body and heard the news; he knew she was gone, but half a month had passed, and he was still puzzled.

Dead?

He slumped in the distance, his brain as rusty and dull as ever.

Min Xiuze, who clearly understands death best, now feels it as a stranger.

So, how could such a vibrant, beautiful, and lovely life perish so quickly?

He still didn't understand, and it just didn't seem likely.

That beautiful figure, with its gentle, undulating curves that stirred his emotions, lingered in his mind.

"So what if it's Zhang Luo?!" Xiao Lewei suddenly burst into tears: "This is a human life! Can they just erase this like this?!"

An Zheng patted his back, his eyes dim.

是的

that is the truth

Song Zhishu's reputation was bestowed upon her by Zhang Luo out of a sense of mercy. If he wanted to kill her or erase any trace of her, it would be as easy as turning his hand.

Anyone else would have countless ways to make him pay, but risking his life for Song Zhishu is neither his style nor Chen Ji's. The three families are evenly matched; a single misstep could lead to eternal regret. "If he wants to erase it, he can," Xu Hongxing said coldly, her hateful gaze fixed on Min Xiuzhe. "Just like Min, who acts recklessly, yet his superiors can easily smooth things over, can't they?"

Liang Shengyu tugged at her, signaling her not to act impulsively.

But Min Xiu remained unresponsive, gazing silently at the sky, where a flock of geese flew in formation, reflecting the unfathomable confusion in his eyes.

yes?

Ashu

Am I as unforgivable as him?

Bury your death as I bury my crimes.

Can your life be so easily erased, just like atonement for my sins?

but

This is the only thing society has taught me in nearly 20 years.

This was the creed that Min Xiuze adhered to throughout his life; it was his golden rule.

But if this golden rule prevents her from clearing her name, he will not hesitate to break it.

But

Ashu

So what exactly is right?