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Chapter 732: That Unromantic Student Council President (29)

Zhao Eyun carefully observed her expression, and after confirming that she was not joking, he remained silent for a minute before weakly coughing, "Student Song, I'm not coordinated with my limbs."

Song Zhishu slapped him nonchalantly, making him stagger, and said heartily, "Of course I know."

She looked up at the sky, waved her hand, stood with her hands behind her back, exuding an air of great confidence: "Otherwise, how could I appear so professional and charming in your presence?"

Zhao Eyun: ...

Are you serious? I'm just asking you, are you serious?

He didn't want to continue down this topic, so he cleverly changed the subject: "So, what kind of dance does Song want to do?" "Modern dance."

Zhao Eyun knew nothing about this, but still nodded seriously: "It sounds good."

However, Zhao Eyun was right about one thing: his limbs were really uncoordinated.

Although he has soft bones, unfortunately his brain is underdeveloped.

In the end, no conclusion was reached, and Zhao Eyun kept avoiding the topic, which greatly displeased Song Zhishu.

On Saturday noon, Song Zhishu finally happily packed her little bag and headed home after enduring two classes. As always, she waited outside Class 5, and if she waited more than ten seconds, she would take a piece of bread out of her bag and stuff it into her mouth.

Zhao Eyun was very strict with her in other aspects, but he was somewhat indulgent when it came to food. Moreover, it wasn't difficult for him to deceive her in this regard, so he would bring her small bread rolls every day.

Now, Class 5 has gone from avoiding her to treating her calmly. As for being friendly, Song Zhishu hasn't paid much attention, since she hasn't tried to be. Sometimes when she's in a good mood, she'll give a hair clip to a pretty girl she likes. It's not that she hates boys, it's just that after seeing Zhao Eyun's face so many times, it's hard for her to appreciate other boys' faces in any special way.

Most of the time, those beauties would be startled. When they looked up, they would see her proud breasts and delicate chin. Her towering height and domineering posture made them uneasy and tremble with fear.

Then Song Zhishu raised her hand.

Just when they thought they were about to be slapped for no reason, a gentle yet powerful force landed on the top of their heads.

"Hmm, I think you're a good match for me."

After nodding in satisfaction, Song Zhishu was deeply intoxicated by her own aesthetic sense. She waved her hand and continued to stand in place, waiting for Zhao Eyun.

No matter how worthless Miss Song may seem to outsiders, her aesthetic sense is always top-notch.

Some people are shy and will return the favor the next day, blushing.

Song Zhishu glanced at the hair clip, lazily closed her eyes, and said indifferently, "If you don't like it, it's worthless. Throw it away."

The setting sun, a pale orange hue, was gentle and serene, silently casting its light on her sculpted profile. Her slightly weary face and the twilight itself complemented each other, creating a scene too beautiful to be disturbed.

The girl was stunned for a moment, then her face turned completely red, and she turned and ran away.

……

Zhao Eyun carried his schoolbag.

His body is now quite good thanks to the training of the little sports expert. Although he is still not as good as his peers, let alone Song Zhishu's finger, he has made great progress.

He opened the door and calmly looked at Song Zhishu, who was surrounded by several girls. "Song... Song classmate... I... I ate some really delicious cake yesterday... I brought you one today... Would you like to try it?"

"Song! I saw a really interesting book yesterday, I brought it to you!! Take a look!"

Surrounded by people, Song Zhishu scratched the back of her head, confused but accepting everything without question. Finally, she finally straightened up and said, "Thank you."

People who are usually carefree and irresponsible are most dangerous when they get serious.

Zhao Eyun closed her eyes for a moment, then put on her perfect smile again, and squeezed through without making a sound. She said gently, "Alright, it's been a while, everyone remember to go home early."

As he spoke, he tried to turn Song Zhishu around with a gentle yet irresistible force, only to find that he couldn't turn her around.

Instead, Song Zhishu looked up at him, turned him around effortlessly, and waved to the silent girls: "Bye-bye."

She took Zhao Eyun's hand and strode forward, her movements fluid and natural, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

A slight rustling sound came from one of them, who suddenly whispered...

"I was standing on the wrong side."

"Hehe, I knew it had to be because of a lack of education."

"No, perhaps the Chairman is biding his time. Let's cook it until it's done and wait a bit."

Song Zhishu is no longer the mascot who watches over Zhao Eyun after school; she has been promoted to the rank of chief officer.

Actually, she was pestering Zhao Eyun for a formal title, but Zhao Eyun couldn't possibly give her the red armband. So she went home and asked Xiaoyu to find needle and thread to sew her a fake one that looked quite convincing but was obviously fake. Although the words on it were "Imitation of a Commander", Song Zhishu was still very satisfied. Therefore, she, who considered herself very responsible, carried out her mission meticulously. However, she would sometimes slack off or sneak in her own agenda. For example, when she saw He Kuo, she would give him a righteous scolding.

He Kuo: He Kuo from my planet is just like Shen Zhong'er. Most boys at this age are full of vigor and look around from their ivory towers, unable to distinguish between soaring and being trapped. They think about things quickly and forget them quickly. So his tense relationship with Song Zhishu quickly turned into childish bickering.

After rebuking He Kuo until he was red in the face, and having Shen Zhong'er, who felt ashamed of him, pull him away, Song Zhishu took Zhao Eyun home.

Dusk always carries a captivating yet melancholic orange scent, especially in front of someone you care about. Every word spoken in front of the vibrant colors of the polar sky feels like a call to farewell.

Song Zhishu suddenly felt a little cold.

She took a scarf out of her bag and skillfully draped it over herself, so her words were a little mumbled: "Will you come to watch the selection on Friday?"

Zhao Eyun took two steps before realizing that Song Zhishu was talking to him.

He raised his eyelids slightly and thought for a moment: "Probably not. These things will be handled by specialists; I'll be responsible for the big picture. Of course, I'll go after I'm done with my work."

Song Zhishu pursed her lips, automatically ignoring the part after "most likely not," and shook her head pessimistically: "I really feel sorry for you."

Zhao Eyun didn't react: "What?"

"You actually missed a breathtaking performance by an absolutely stunning beauty."

"..."

Zhao Eyun smirked: "You're so funny."

Song Zhishu remained noncommittal, but deliberately asked, "Do you think I'll pass the selection process?"

It's a simple yet deadly topic.

He smiled and said slowly, "It will definitely happen, absolutely, there's no way it won't happen."

Song Zhishu nodded with satisfaction: "It seems you are deeply in love with me."

After careful consideration, she finally declared, "I've made up my mind! From now on, you'll be my number one fan!" She shifted her body closer to him and patted the boy's thin shoulder appreciatively, saying, "Don't get too cocky, young man. It's lonely at the top."

"..."

Thanks for the invitation, but I don't want to be one.