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Chapter 727: That Unromantic Student Council President (24)

Song Zhishu's daily state is that she can't wake up. She sleeps in class, sleeps while eating, and sleeps even when she stays up late.

She did a test along with someone a couple of days ago and was exhausted. She has moved to her own small apartment not far from the school, and only brought Xiaoyu with her, but it's almost like she brought a whole company with her. Xiaoyu is also a good cook. They've been together day and night for so long, and she'll miss her when she's gone.

Although Zhao Eyun has been busy with school matters these past few days, he still gently but firmly wakes her up every morning, which touches Song Zhishu so much that she throws a pillow at him every morning. Even so, Zhao Eyun continues this routine with unwavering enthusiasm. Song Zhishu doesn't believe his usual generous and selfless platitudes about "suffering a little now for Song's long-term development." She simply says that Song Chao is definitely giving her too much. "Our brother can even afford to eat at restaurants now," she says, "although he still picks and chooses every penny, trying to stretch every cent."

On the other hand, he might actually enjoy watching Song Zhishu get angry.

Several days passed, and Zhao Eyun still hadn't given her a definite answer regarding whether or not they should live together. Needless to say, neither of them harbored any romantic feelings for each other, as they were both dragging their feet. Even the entire school noticed something was off between them, yet neither of them seemed to realize it.

Song Zhishu was half asleep when she thought: This can't go on any longer.

So, as the sun sets and Song Zhishu idly waits for Zhao Eyun to "get off work," she eats one small egg tart after another that Xu Chu gave her, all the while thinking about how to persuade him later.

Because of her previous "great achievements," He Kuo no longer spoke to her, though he had spoken ill of her in private. He was just a mantis waiting to be dealt with, but Song Zhishu didn't have time to deal with him now; there would be plenty of time to settle the score later. Without him, no one would dare to act recklessly in front of her. As a very competent bomb, Song Zhishu gloriously completed her mission.

When Zhao Eyun arrived gracefully, she was enjoying the sensation of cream blooming on her taste buds, and she squinted her eyes.

Zhao Eyun glanced at her lightly a few times, finally stopping at the egg tart in her fingertips.

He asked softly, "Was this a gift from Xu?"

Song Zhishu gave a light hum in response. With a carefree and arrogant air, she grabbed the two schoolbags from the stone bench, put the last one in her mouth, and said with a joyful tone, "Of course, I like her very much. Unlike other people who have a crush on me, she is very proactive."

Zhao Eyun had already developed an immunity to her words, and even a faint but bright smile unconsciously appeared in her eyes amidst the April scenery: "Yes, Song is unparalleled in her elegance."

Song Zhishu proudly raised her head, holding two schoolbags with ease. She casually said, "Your schoolbag feels different from mine. I've thought so before."

Zhao Eyun replied quickly: "Woven with thread."

Song Zhishu paused for a moment, then asked in surprise and shock, "You wove this?"

Zhao Eyun pondered for a moment: "If I remember correctly, that should be it."

"Knit one for me."

"..."

You should at least be a little more polite.

Zhao Eyun's eyes were curved, bathed in the golden sunlight, which shone on his exquisitely beautiful face and slender figure. His dark eyes, mottled with white, would shimmer with a golden light when he glanced sideways at Song Zhishu, making him appear gentle and radiant.

Song Zhishu remained unmoved, inwardly scoffing: Whenever Zhao Eyun puts on this act, she's using her beauty to reject him. Ha, little teacup, quite the schemer.

Sure enough, the boy's voice was slightly cool, with the magnetic quality of an old CD, and the hoarse texture made the space feel like it was being frosted, understated yet alluring: "Student Song is a girl of high birth, and she can casually throw around a bunch of designer brands. How could I possibly be worthy of her?"

Song Zhishu ignored him and carefully examined his schoolbag. The white and gray interwoven lines were plain and monotonous. She pouted and said, "Tch, you're right, I don't care."

She tossed his schoolbag to him and walked away, thinking herself carefree and unrestrained. Zhao Eyun watched her retreating figure and inexplicably recalled a child he had once seen in the store downstairs. The child's mother wouldn't buy him a lollipop, and the child stomped his foot, saying, "Fine, I won't buy it! I hate you!" before turning around and walking away on his little feet.

For some reason, he suddenly burst out laughing, a rare, clear laugh.

They look so alike.

[Ding! Target's affection level increased by 5, current affection level is 45]

After walking a distance and calming down, Song Zhishu would stand there impatiently waiting for Zhao Eyun.

This is their usual routine when they go home together.

Zhao Eyun is a very self-disciplined person. Once he decides to follow the training schedule given by Song Zhishu, he will not give up halfway. So although his physical strength is still not as good as that of ordinary people, he has made great progress. The time it takes for the two of them to get home is obviously shorter.

When he caught up, Song Zhishu glanced at him sideways and said, "Answer the question I told you about quickly."

Zhao Eyun paused, thought for a moment, and shrugged: "Student Song. President Song won't agree. If I get fired, I'll starve to death."

"What's he angry about?" Song Zhishu frowned. "Isn't it just that it's more convenient to live together?"

Before Zhao Eyun could answer, she asked again, "If the old man agrees, will you come?"

Zhao Eyun discovered that the young lady was actually quite stubborn. Once she set her mind on something, she would do it no matter what, unlike that dispensable schoolbag.

He couldn't refuse.

Having received Zhao Eyun's affirmative answer, Song Zhishu's mood clearly improved: "By the way, what have you been busy with these past few days?"

Zhao Eyun always answered questions, even though he never brought up topics on his own initiative.

"The school is organizing an event soon, and there is some disagreement among the students about whether to hold a sports meet or an arts festival."

Song Zhishu asked excitedly, "What was the argument about? Did anyone hit you?"

Zhao Eyun smiled, his eyes sparkling like stars rising from the sky and spring light shattering on scales. He laughed, "I don't remember it, but it's possible I lost my memory after being beaten." Song Zhishu pouted, then her eyes suddenly lit up. "What do you want to do?" she asked.

Judging from her expression, Zhao Eyun understood pretty much: "What does Song want to do?"

The young lady stroked her smooth, jade-like chin, her deep, sharp eyes darkening as she fell into deep thought. Finally, she said, "The arts festival and sports meet are too boring. I'll take care of everything myself."

Zhao Eyun nodded, indicating that she had taken her opinion to heart, and happily decided to hold a sports meet in secret.