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Chapter 721: That Unromantic Student Council President (19)

Something seemed off at the entrance of No. 1 Middle School today.

The church president arrived on time, but was followed by a vengeful spirit.

The students who used to be playful and rowdy were unusually quiet when they entered the school, and they lined up in neat rows. It was impossible to tell that they used to look at Zhao Eyun with such confidence.

Song Zhishu had no time to notice the changes she had caused. She leaned weakly against the wall, her face blank, staring ahead with a lifeless look, her eyes unfocused, looking listless and dejected.

Every minute she arrived at this cage earlier, she felt like her life was being torn apart. But it seemed that she was the only one who was hurt in this world, because her arrival and "guarding" made the originally inefficient and noisy school entry team neat and orderly, saving the student council a lot of trouble, and in the end, they were able to "leave work" a full ten minutes earlier than before.

That's an amazing ability.

It's probably because of her negative reviews.

Zhao Eyun also found the effect unexpected. He looked at Song Zhishu thoughtfully, and when the latter finally reacted and looked at him, he just smiled and said, "Classmate Song looks very energetic."

Song Zhishu: Hehe

She glanced at him coldly, said nothing, and turned to enter the school gate.

Zhao Eyun calmly followed, and seeing her cold expression, he smiled and said, "You get angry so quickly."

Miss Song was instantly enraged. Song Zhishu, her delicate, willow-like body leaning slightly closer to him, her alluring fragrance filling the air, extended her slender, white fingers and pressed them firmly against his chest, her breath sweet and fragrant, her voice weak yet filled with intense hatred.

With that captivating voice, she said, "The wicked will get their just desserts. Zhao Eyun, you wait until I get my revenge."

She was almost pressed against him, yet she had no sense of boundaries, staring intently at him with her sharp, upturned eyes.

With the stunningly beautiful woman almost in his arms, Zhao Eyun merely furrowed his brow slightly, coughed a few times, and, afraid that his voice was too soft for her to hear, gently bent down and whispered in her ear, so softly it was almost inaudible: "Classmate Song, if you keep this up, I'm going to kick the bucket."

Ouch, that hurts so much! He's so weak, he's going to die.

Because he stayed up too late playing games last night, he was late again after 20 days of trying. Shen Zhong'er, who was racking his brains trying to figure out how to explain it to Xu Chu, saw this bizarre scene as soon as he entered the room. Although he was a good-for-nothing but still an inexperienced young man, his eyes widened instantly as he stared at the two people in front of him, ambiguously posing under the shimmering, dreamlike spring light, completely dazed.

This fucking

What kind of horror movie is this?!

He had to admit that although Zhao Eyun was physically weak, he was tall and steady with strong bones. With such an absolute height advantage on the delicate Song Zhishu, it was a sight to behold, making people's blood boil and their hearts flutter.

Shen Zhong'er felt like she had seen a ghost and exclaimed in surprise, "You! What are you doing so early in the morning?!"

Because he said it hurt, Song Zhishu pressed his chest harder, wishing she could just puncture him. She only looked over when she heard an unfamiliar voice, and her brows furrowed even more when she saw the oblivious Shen Zhong'er. She straightened up, so Zhao Eyun had to straighten up as well. She looked at him calmly, with an emotion that Shen Zhong'er couldn't yet decipher, though there was still a slight smile mixed in. But it made Shen Zhong'er suddenly feel uncomfortable. The two of them, one tall and the other even taller, one steady as a mountain, the other proud as the sea, looked perfectly matched.

He blinked sharply, suddenly doubting himself.

No way, these two are practically from different dimensions, how could they be a good match?!

He suppressed his trembling voice, completely forgetting about being late, and asked rudely, "You two, what were you saying so close together, all sneaky and suspicious?!"

Song Zhishu replied unhappily, "You brat, show me some manners."

Shen Zhong'er: ...?

How dare you talk to someone about manners with such righteous indignation?!

"He ate my breakfast this morning, can't I make him pay for it?" Song Zhishu tossed aside her long hair and pouted.

"Song touched me a little uncomfortable just now, so I just asked her to be gentler," Zhao Eyun replied smoothly, seemingly oblivious to anything amiss in their conversation. Shen Zhong'er: ………

? ! ? !

Morning?! Breakfast?! You're living together?!

Touch him?! Go easy on him?! Who's on top?!

He was stunned into silence, and when he looked up at the two of them again, he suddenly discovered something new.

Song Zhishu had expected Shen Zhong'er to argue with her like a big shot, but to her surprise, the two of them had him completely subdued in just a few words. He walked away absentmindedly, muttering as he left, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"What's wrong with him?"

Song Zhishu asked.

Zhao Eyun pondered for a while and then shook his head, indicating that he was also puzzled. For the first time, he watched with a puzzled expression as Shen Zhong'er walked awkwardly toward the playground to do exercises.

However, judging from his appearance, he's probably not in a good mood. If he's in a bad mood, then Zhao Eyun must be in a good mood.

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

Song Zhishu was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore, and turned around to head towards the playground. By the time Zhao Eyun turned back, he was already far away. He slowly chased after him and finally looked at him with a slight smile from beside the bench.

"Why are you still haunting me?" Song Zhishu closed her eyes, deciding to simply ignore it.

"I just want Song to forgive me, otherwise, I won't be able to sleep with my conscience."

Zhao Eyun speaks without thinking, and Song Zhishu just wants to punch him. She opened her eyes impatiently, about to burst out with angry words, but was stunned by the bread in front of her.

“It was my fault that Song got caught last night,” Zhao Eyun said, holding up her hand when she saw Song remain silent. “This morning it was purely for the mission, but it seems that it made Song very unhappy.”

Hmm... although I also secretly wanted to see her angry. "You think you can get rid of me with just a loaf of bread?" Song Zhishu scoffed coldly, her expression full of disdain, but her eyes were fixed on the bread in front of her.

Zhao Eyun felt the gazes gathering from all directions again, and her smile widened. She even sat down next to her without thinking, their intimacy bordering on abnormal. But Song Zhishu was completely absorbed in her bread and didn't notice at all. Or even if she did notice, she wouldn't think anything was amiss.

She has never had any friends, nor has she ever been in close contact with anyone; she has absolutely no sense of boundaries.

“Of course not,” Zhao Eyun said, his gaze falling on her unassuming yet bright eyes, like a sheet of soft paper, superficial yet alluring: “I think, perhaps in the future, I can accompany Song and secretly carry on our affair.”