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Chapter 712: That Unromantic Student Council President (10)

Song Zhishu slacked off through another class. She lay on her desk, unable to fall asleep, not wanting to play video games, not listening to any songs, and finding the class too boring. Didn't the original owner of this body even have a cell phone?!

She lay there listlessly, her gaze drifting up from the carved railing, when she suddenly spotted Class 2 across from her. She immediately sat up straight, squinting as she looked again, and saw the graceful yet slender figure closest to her on the far side.

Oh open!

She instantly snapped out of her drowsiness, moved closer to the window, and stared blankly at his blurry profile.

She just has a bad temper, not a petty one. She was only upset for a short while, and it's all in the past now. If Zhao Eyun is unhappy because of her overreaction, she can just treat her to lunch today.

Song Zhishu made up her mind, so she openly lay down to look. Perhaps because her gaze was so undisguised and direct, even from such a distance, Zhao Eyun seemed to sense something and turned to look at her.

Their gazes met on the vast expanse of clouds.

Compared to Song Zhishu, whose eyesight was somewhat poor, Zhao Eyun could see her clearly. He watched calmly as Song Zhishu's eyes widened in surprise because of his turning his head. Just when he thought Song Zhishu was going to turn back shyly or angrily, she excitedly grabbed the glass, her face full of astonishment, her little mouth chattering incessantly.

She spoke a little too fast, and since he couldn't read lips and even with his excellent eyesight, there was no way he could understand what she was saying.

Zhao Eyun guessed her reaction the first time, and he was wrong. But it didn't matter. Song would soon realize it was all in vain, and then get angry at his uselessness before turning away and ignoring him. Song Zhishu realized that Zhao Eyun didn't understand what she was saying, and puffed up her cheeks in anger. Since it was during class, she just lip-reading without making a sound. She wasn't the type to disturb others for no reason, so she repeated it a few more times.

Zhao Eyun watched as her expression grew increasingly angry and anxious, thinking, "It's almost over; she's about to give up with a cold look on her face."

Afterwards, he stared intently at Song Zhishu's face, which was made even whiter and more vibrant by the windowpane, her features rendered both striking and aloof by anger. When she saw that he still didn't respond, she grew anxious.

Well, gave up

Before Zhao Eyun could finish thinking "Just as I thought," his eyes suddenly widened.

Song Zhishu was already furious. She was gripping the window with both hands, her lips moving rapidly, and her beautiful, alluring eyes were fixed on her. She was speaking faster and faster.

He understood it even less.

If he doesn't respond soon, she's afraid she'll open the window and loudly proclaim what she has to say throughout the entire school.

Zhao Eyun could no longer watch the drama unfold; he had misjudged Song's competitive spirit once again. With a hint of unease, he reached out and waved his hand downwards repeatedly, signaling her to slow down and speak more slowly.

Song Zhishu slowly stopped, looked at his movements, tilted her head in confusion, and frowned as she looked at him.

Zhao Eyun paused, looking at a furry head not far away, her fingertips gently stroking it, but she quickly calmed down and repeated the action.

Song Zhishu finally understood and slowly revealed the truth, word by word.

So, Zhao Eyun held his breath and stared at her indistinct lips, trying to make out their shape with some difficulty and unfamiliarity.

"You...shh?...then...dry...the...knife?...me?"

He wrote down seven unrelated, elegant words in his notebook and fell into deep thought.

"You can actually see me?" He had a guess, then turned to look at her again.

Song Zhishu seemed very happy and continued talking rapidly.

Having made a guess, Zhao Eyun looked at her lips.

"You can actually see me! You can actually see me! You can actually see me! You can actually see me!"

Zhao Eyun suddenly covered her face with both hands, her uncontrollable despair and speechlessness burning between her teeth.

Are you fucking mentally challenged?!?!?!?!

Song Zhishu thought he felt guilty because he couldn't understand what she was saying. She sighed and then saw Zhao Eyun turn to look at him again. His smile looked weak and he nodded wearily.

Song Zhishu was taken aback, but then realized that he was answering her question. She was overjoyed and was about to continue speaking when the bell rang. Her eyes lit up and she immediately ran out of the classroom.

Zhao Eyun was feeling unwell because of the emotional turmoil he had just experienced. He sat in his seat and had to take deep breaths to calm himself down. When he saw Song Zhishu leave the classroom, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, he saw the previously chaotic corridor outside suddenly shrink back. One of his classmates, with an indescribable expression, came to him and said, "President, someone outside is looking for you."

Zhao Eyun closed her eyes, calmed down again, and stepped out of the classroom, where she saw the petite but arrogant Song Zhishu.

When she saw him, Song Zhishu's eyes lit up, and she happily skipped over to him, chasing after him relentlessly: "You can really see me?!"

Zhao Eyun:………

He felt his blood pressure, which he had finally managed to bring down, about to spike again. He exhaled and forced a smile: "Of course I can see it."

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Song Zhishu smiled radiantly, like a beautiful autumn sunset, and said, "Then I won't be bored in class anymore." Zhao Eyun looked at her bright and radiant face, but calmly considered the meaning behind her words.

Does she mean that this will be the case for every class from now on?

Damn it, who wants to play lip-reading games with her every day!

"You wait, I'll set up the rules this morning, so you'd better wait for me!"

As she spoke, she confidently tossed her hair and strode away with the imposing presence of a thousand troops.

Everyone fell silent, and then they all began or continued their own activities as if nothing had happened, but they couldn't help but look at Zhao Eyun with sympathetic eyes.

In fact, he was used to these kinds of looks. Most of the time, they looked at him with pity and sorrow, as well as admiration and respect. But none of this bothered him. He didn't know why anyone would think he needed redemption.

There are very few things in this world that can sting him anymore. He likes his current state very much: ruthless and without desire, without any worries, neither in the mire nor in the hall. After doing some trivial but interesting things, he happily awaits death.

Almost nothing stung him.

But the creatures that disturb or even anger him

There is indeed one now.

Phew, calm down.

What he should be thinking about now is how to deal with her spur-of-the-moment game. Even if her interest doesn't last long, it will still cause a lot of trouble.

Zhao Eyun returned to his seat and fell into deep thought once again.

He had only been in contact with Song Zhishu for less than two days, but he had already pondered countless times.