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Chapter 702: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (Bonus Chapter)

When they parted on bad terms, Song Zhiyi handed Min Xiuzhe a video camera. His tone and expression clearly showed his disgust for Min Xiuzhe, but he still said, "I took a look at this."

“I think you should have it,” he said coldly, “but of course, not for your memories. Min Xiuze, every day in the future, whenever you see it, you will live in pain and guilt.”

If it weren't for him, Song Zhishu might have left already. Why would she need to leave in this way?

Min Xiu remained silent, but gripped a small video camera tightly, his eyes glazed over. He quickly bought all the necessary accessories and a large enough television.

He sat in a dark, cold room in the building where he always came to pick up missions.

His face was ashen, neither rising nor falling, yet his fingers trembled slightly as he pushed the disc forward.

The television paused for a few seconds before emitting a warm, rough light.

Min Xiu sat on the sofa, a cigarette in his hand, squinting at the smiling young girl on TV and the indifferent young man next to her.

Each video is very short, but it was filmed intermittently for almost three years, and the number of videos is astonishing. However, they are all repetitive and become boring after watching a few.

Min Xiu sat silently in the empty yet unbearably dark room, his eyes fixed on the moving images, watching her vivid face, yet his expression remained blank and numb. He sat there from dusk until dawn, and from dawn until the sun began to set.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut, leaving him living like a zombie, oblivious to everything. He smoked pack after pack of cigarettes, the dark particles of the night mingling with the thin, smoky haze, blurring his vision so much he could barely see, yet he still stared at the screen in front of him with bloodshot eyes.

After reading it once, he would repeatedly flip through it, and when his stomach was empty, he would tear open a fast food container.

He wanted to live, to live in endless suffering and atonement.

He spent several days in this dazed and listless state, staring blankly at the television in front of him, his heart numb and utterly unresponsive.

Suddenly, his dry, pale lips parted slightly as he stared blankly at the warm-toned image flashing by.

He suddenly trembled and lunged at the television without warning, tripping over a sturdy table leg and falling heavily to his knees. He couldn't utter a single syllable, only managing to awkwardly tap backward with his long-dormant fingers, which were now flailing about uncontrollably. He then carefully squinted, approached the remote control, found the "slow motion" setting, and awkwardly pressed it. Ignoring his nearly blind eyes, he pressed himself extremely close to the screen, gazing at the gentle, lively lips of the girl.

The initial "Wow" that flashed by slowly slowed down and gradually transformed into an extremely light and cheerful "I love you".

The remote control fell to the ground with a "bang." He hesitated, rubbed his eyes, bent over to pick it up, and then switched to the next video.

"I love you"

"I love you"

"I love you"

It's unclear when this statement was manipulated, and there's no way to trace it back.

The stillness, almost deathly quiet, suddenly stopped, and Minxiu clutched his chest, curling up in agony.

The pain, which arrived half a month late, was returned to the withered heart in double measure. It was like being torn apart, like a tsunami sweeping through the entire body. Min Xiuze, however, simply covered his face and suddenly burst out laughing.

Only at this moment did he finally understand, as if struck by a thunderbolt.

She died.

With his last remaining will to live and love

A hoarse sob, a hunched posture like lumps of sand.

The laughter grew louder and louder.

Laugh until you wail, laugh until you're about to explode, laugh until the light of day fades, laugh until the hot sea calms down.

[Ding! Target's favorability increased...unable to be calculated...]

Later, the mountains and seas fled, and the stars and constellations turned.

Min Xiu stayed until the day the college entrance examination results were released, and he became famous for ranking tenth in the province and first in the science comprehensive test.

If I had to say something that lowered his standards, it would be that his Chinese language skills were really just average.

But that day, Min Xiu stood in front of the list for a long time, looking at his Chinese score of "85", from bright daylight to drowsy under the stars.

Everyone thought he had finally overcome his hardships and was still in a daze, but unfortunately, Teacher Song couldn't see it.

Finally, he stirred, and two streams of clear tears suddenly rolled down his cheeks.

He passed his Chinese exam.

Then let yourself have a good cry.

I weep for the night, for the black cat curled up in the dilapidated alley, for the deserted place; I weep for a certain pure and selfless flower; I weep for a certain cowardly and hateful timid coward.

He vanished into the dust and could never be found again.

Just like in the original story, Min Xiu went to find Chen Ji after finishing the college entrance examination. However, unlike when he was making a knife, he displayed unparalleled financial talent, leaving Chen Ji stunned. Nevertheless, Chen Ji still sponsored him to study finance for another four years. Later, as everyone knows, Chen Ji had a prodigy by his side. Countless people had tried desperately to meet him, but were frightened away by the intense deathly aura emanating from his eyes and brows, secretly sighing that geniuses were indeed monsters.

Chen Ji made rapid progress, and An Zheng was not to be outdone. In comparison, Zhang Luo, who had once been invincible and arrogant, seemed unremarkable, yet no one dared to provoke him.

Chen Ji's trust in Min Xiuze still surprised many people, and many advised him not to entrust so much to him, saying that you can't judge a book by its cover and you never know what he might be up to. Chen Ji just smiled, but in his heart he sighed, his mind filled with mixed emotions.

Chen Ji may not have outstanding business achievements, but his eye for people is first-rate; otherwise, he wouldn't have placed such a large bet on Min Xiuze.

Min Xiuze now felt to him like an inanimate object with extremely high intelligence, yet as elusive as smoke and mist, impossible to fathom. But the only certainty was that he had no attachment to anything.

With his abilities, finding out what happened back then would be a piece of cake. Song Zhishu's death was a good thing for him; such a capable assistant shouldn't be entangled in emotions.

But sometimes, even he felt a sudden, inexplicable sadness when he looked at the quiet Min Xiuze.

His gaze used to be deep and ruthless, but now it is indifferent and lifeless.

Min Xiu did many good deeds and provided numerous benefits to the people. After meeting Chen Ji's standards, everything he did was for the benefit of the people. He saved a child from drowning and consistently engaged in charity work. Everyone considered him supreme and compassionate.

Seeing the people beaming with joy, Min Xiu felt as if withered trees had come back to life, and he was surrounded by love and respect.

He is their hero.

Even when someone with ulterior motives exposed his past misdeeds, it did not shake his position in the slightest. On the contrary, there was a chorus of praise: "Acting on behalf of Heaven, eliminating evil and promoting good."

But that day, Minxiu locked himself in his room for a long time, staring at the little girl in the short video, his eyes filled with longing, and he fell into despair.

阿梳

I am also trying to find value

But they don't love me.

None of them are me

Min Xiu had survived countless assassination attempts, both large and small, and had been pulled back from the brink of death several times.

Strangely, the doctors always said he had a strong will to live, which greatly increased the chances of a successful rescue.

Chen Ji and those around him looked at Min Xiuze, whose face was serene and lifeless, and found it all very strange.

Does he have a will to live?

Chen Ji was suddenly startled and went out without a word.

As time flowed by, the autumn when Zhang Luo was dismissed shocked the entire nation, and the appalling evidence was spread like wildfire.

Bai You, a rising star journalist who had already gained fame, wrote down the tragic case that had ended without a trace fifteen years ago. Every word was filled with tears and blood, and the story spread far and wide.

She collapsed helplessly into Li Dachui's arms, crying her heart out.

She vaguely recalled that after learning this news after the college entrance examination, she was filled with righteous indignation and wanted to write a letter to report it, but was stopped by Min Xiuzhe who was about to leave.

He was so calm at the time, so calm that Bai You was furious.

He said, "Now is not the time."

"Bai You, give me some time, and give you some time too."

"That day will come eventually, just wait for me."

She didn't understand at the time, but she listened to what he said.

Looking back now, Min Xiuze had already buried his life in sorrow.

The story has turned a new page, and Zhang Luo has become the target of public criticism.

At this moment, Zhang Luo fell to the ground in a sorry state, looking maliciously at Min Xiuze who was standing high above him, and sneered: "I underestimated you. You really are a jinx, you're really tough." He underestimated him. How heartless! His beloved died after the college entrance examination, yet he could still stand in this position without a care in the world?

"I wonder if Miss Song would hate you in the afterlife if she knew you left without a second thought?" he said with a laugh. "In that case, killing her back then was truly a wise and benevolent act..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Min Xiu suddenly flashed past in a flash, his fist landing heavily on Zhang Luo.

Zhang Luo was rendered speechless after being punched twice and cried out in pain.

Looking into those scarlet, ghostly eyes, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

Zhang Luo was wrong.

He died long ago.

The police arrived as scheduled when Zhang Luo was beaten to the point of near death.

Wearing a police uniform, Jiang Fengcheng glanced at the deranged Min Xiuzhe with complicated emotions, and ordered his men to take the unconscious Zhang Luo away. He wanted to go up and talk to Min Xiuzhe, but he didn't know what to say.

He now

They've gone mad.

They've been crazy for a long time.

“You should leave,” Min Xiu said in a hoarse voice.

The sky is high and the wind is light, the clouds are pale and the sun shines brightly.

Jiang Fengcheng hadn't gone far when, lost in thought, he suddenly heard a sharp gunshot.

He turned his head in disbelief and immediately turned back, but when he entered the villa, he was shocked to find that Min Xiuze was already dead.

He was finally free.

He's been enduring this for far too long.

Each day felt like an eternity, and I lived in constant fear.

He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh anymore, and suddenly he wanted to cry. In a daze, Minxiu saw the hem of a skirt coming towards him.

A gentle breeze blows, and a hazy, phantom-like figure descends.

Song Zhishu smiled at him and sighed helplessly, "It's only been a short time since we last met, how did you become like this?"

His bewildered and helpless gaze followed her intently, and he tried his best to speak, but to no avail.

Song Zhishu leaned very close to him, gazing at him tenderly, her voice soft and gentle.

"This is the last time I'll see Min Xiuzhe."

"Kiss me."

His eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

He slowly reached out and stroked her face, which was as delicate and beautiful as ever.

As devout as the boy was fifteen years ago.

He kissed her lips.

The kiss lingers in a life as desolate as a torrential downpour.