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Chapter 720: That Unromantic Student Council President (18)

Song Zhishu underestimated Zhao Eyun.

Just as she was getting ready for her long morning routine at six o'clock, Xiaoyu knocked on her door.

Having received the signal that she could come in, Xiaoyu rushed in excitedly and said happily, "Miss, your classmate from yesterday is here. He said he wants you to come down to school with him."

Question marks immediately began to flash through Song Zhishu's clear mind.

"Who?" she asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Who did you say?"

Xiaoyu handed her the warm water, thinking she was just too happy, and said, word by word, "The male classmate who took you home yesterday afternoon, the one who's super handsome and so gentle." "He really has the guts?" Song Zhishu downed the water in one gulp. Thinking about her half-eaten dinner from yesterday, she felt a stomachache from hunger, which made her even angrier. She simply lay down and declared fiercely, "Tell him to use whatever methods he has. Even if I die lying down, I absolutely will not be on time for school!!"

Xiaoyu: Oh? Women, what kind of flirting are you doing, and what kind of banter are you having?

She grew up with the young lady; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to work here. From childhood to adulthood, apart from Miss Liang who is now far away abroad, the young lady of their family has almost no friends and is always alone and lonely.

Xiaoyu felt indignant. Although her young lady was indeed a bit naive, annoying, and had a kind of arrogant clumsiness and stupidity, she was beautiful, kind-hearted, shrewd, and intelligent in her studies. Why were so many people criticizing her?

So yesterday, when she saw someone actually getting close to her mistress and seeming to have a good relationship, she was overjoyed. Who knew that this morning, her mistress would have this attitude? Thinking this, she fell silent and obediently went downstairs.

Song Zhishu's spacious and bright room returned to calm. Looking at the red elements all over the room, she felt a surge of emotions. So she picked up a piece of white paper and a pencil, put them on the folding table, and was about to start designing when Xiao Yu knocked on her door again.

"Miss, would you please come down? Your classmate said you have 40 minutes to clean up."

Song Zhishu turned her head away, her expression aloof and noble: "No."

Xiaoyu paused for a moment, then whispered, "Miss, if you don't come down, he'll eat all your breakfast."

Before the last word had even faded, a commotion erupted from the other room. The hurried, chaotic footsteps pressed in with overwhelming force. Before Xiaoyu could even back away, the elegantly carved door in front of her flung open with a flourish. Her gaze followed the shapely, white legs up to the dark, smudged, and arrogantly patterned nightgown. A furious question followed: "He...ate...my...food?!"

Xiaoyu blinked, nodded, and then wanted to add, "Actually, I haven't eaten yet," but Song Zhishu in front of her had already disappeared.

Song Zhishu felt empty inside. As soon as she went downstairs, she smelled the familiar aroma of food. Unfortunately, because she was caught sneaking cookies the night before last, her breakfast had been reduced by a quarter, leaving her with a feeling of emptiness after breakfast every day.

But that happy guy! He actually ate her food!

Damn it, I went straight from feeling empty to feeling utterly empty!

Her eyes blazed as she searched for the culprit across the dining table, where she spotted Zhao Eyun, tall and slender, with a serene and tranquil demeanor, as elegant and refined as a magnificent pavilion.

Clouds and pink clusters, orchids and bamboo by the Jade Stream.

The moment he stood there, his eyes crinkling as he called her "Classmate Song," her anger vanished.

Song Zhishu is about to have a myocardial infarction.

But she still glared at him unwillingly: "Zhao Eyun, have you touched my food?" Zhao Eyun smiled but didn't speak, only shifting his body to reveal his intact back.

The breakfast was perfectly warm and steaming hot. She said gently, "Student Song, you can go wash up and get dressed first. The food should be at the perfect temperature by then."

But then he glanced at the clock and said worriedly, "However, if it takes too long, the food will get cold, and then it will be a hassle for the precious Song's stomach. So if Song doesn't arrive before it gets completely cold, I will have to finish it with tears in my eyes to avoid wasting it."

Song Zhishu's fingers trembled as she tried to lift them, but she couldn't because she was hungry. She glared at Zhao Eyun and said in a trembling voice, "You, just you wait."

Zhao Eyun smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll be waiting for Song."

Song Zhishu's heart skipped a beat. She grabbed the table and rushed upstairs as fast as she could. Xiao Yu stared in disbelief as Song Zhishu emerged from the house five minutes later, looking impeccably tidied.

She then looked at Zhao Eyun, who was leisurely looking at the clock, scratched her head, and thought that one cannot judge a book by its cover.

Song Zhishu arrived like a gust of wind, sitting down at the dining table and looking at the food in front of her with annoyance.

The food, now lukewarm, had lost its heat, leaving only wisps of pale smoke drifting in the air: if she didn't eat soon, or ate very slowly, it would become cold water.

Song Zhishu had never hated anyone so much. She gritted her teeth and chewed her pitiful breakfast fiercely, crushing and grinding it, filled with countless unspeakable resentments.

Zhao Eyun does have time to appreciate her.

Because of the limited time, Song Zhishu didn't have time to put on makeup. She simply wore her school uniform, tied her hair in a high ponytail, and looked radiant and spirited. Her face, free of makeup, was delicate and pure, and her movements were serene and dignified. Her every gesture exuded tranquility, without a trace of restlessness. Watching her eat was a truly delightful experience.

However, she ate very quickly today because if she didn't finish her food, it would become unpalatable.

Xiaoyu stared in disbelief at Song Zhishu, who had finished the meal in 10 minutes and looked pale, and silently stepped forward to clean up the mess.

Song Zhishu stood up and walked around without speaking to Zhao Eyun, clearly indicating that she would not go to school with him.

Zhao Eyun realized that Miss Song was the type who would become more courageous with each setback, rebellious to the extreme, and stubborn to the extreme.

He approached and bent down, getting very close to Song Zhishu, whispering in her ear, their intimacy so intense it felt like the frost in the air had thickened and become damp. His eyes curved into crescents, reflecting the girl's bewildered panic and embarrassment, along with his tender words: "Song, if you don't want your snacks hidden behind the air conditioner to be confiscated, you'd better behave and go to school with me."

Song Zhishu plummeted from the paradise of ambiguity into a merciless purgatory. She stared blankly at Zhao Eyun, who had already retreated. The dizziness caused by the distance had vanished, replaced by a burning hatred in her eyes: "Zhao! E! Yun!"

Seeing her break down made him happy, so he smiled gently and replied, "Yes, I'm here."

[Ding! Target's affection level increased by 5, current affection level is 32]