Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 733: That Unromantic Student Council President (30)

As usual, Xiaoyu waited in front of the door. When she saw the two of them come back, she took the schoolbag from them. The schoolbag tilted and fell out of Zhao Eyun's schoolbag pocket with a "whoosh".

Zhao Eyun's eyes narrowed, but he calmly bent down to pick it up and put it in his pants pocket. Seeing that Song Zhishu was still staring at him intently, he smiled nonchalantly and used his familiar trick: "Student Song, come in quickly, or you'll catch a cold."

Song Zhishu didn't reply. Her beautiful eyes, misty with cool water, moved down and then fixed on Zhao Eyun's trouser pocket.

"........."

Zhao Eyun was speechless: "Song's gaze is really aggressive."

Song Zhishu looked up and suddenly smiled at him: "President Zhao, if I'm not mistaken, that doll is a very beautiful woman, right?"

Zhao Eyun didn't shy away. His brows relaxed, and the iceberg was pried open. The soft, spring-like water flowed through the lines of his pupils. He answered casually, without any hesitation: "Yes."

However, it was clear that Song Zhishu wasn't buying it.

"You did it yourself."

It's not even a question.

Zhao Eyun thought to himself, "Oh no!"

After being on guard for so long, he still couldn't escape the young lady's request to knit something for her by hand?

So he shook his head, seemingly sincerely: "No, it was made to order."

Xiaoyu watched them scheming against each other and felt a chill. She instinctively covered her stomach, paused, and then weakly spoke up: "Um..."

Song Zhishu didn't hear her speak, but after hearing Zhao Eyun's denial, she nodded to herself: "Hmm, it seems that's true."

Zhao Eyun: ...

She wanted to say something more, but when she turned her head and saw Xiaoyu trembling, and glanced at the gray sky, she picked up the two schoolbags and went back without turning her head, saying, "Let's go back first."

As soon as she entered the house, the warm air enveloped her slightly cool fingers. Song Zhishu casually placed her schoolbag on the sofa, gestured to Xiaoyu with her chin, and indicated that she should go to the bathroom.

Xiaoyu was stunned in surprise, but quickly blinked her round eyes and gave her a few kisses in gratitude.

The little white ball of fluff jumped out, puzzled: "Host, is he going to transform and save the world?"

Song Zhishu didn't bother explaining what menstruation was to him, and simply said dismissively, "You've already noticed." Zhao Eyun thought this was a good opportunity to sneak away, but unfortunately, the opportunity was fleeting. He had just taken a step up the stairs when he heard Song Zhishu's melodious and exceptionally clear voice: "President Zhao, can you make one for me? I'll pay you."

Zhao Eyun blinked, sighed softly, her eyelashes drooping, carrying a hint of loneliness: "Classmate Song, I am truly heartbroken that you don't believe me."

Song Zhishu's reaction to such a beautiful view was—

"hehe."

"Are you really that shrewd? How can you talk about customization like that?"

Such a powerful sentence left Zhao Eyun speechless.

The white ball of fluff curiously poked its head out: [Host, are you the female lead?]

“His mother,” Song Zhishu said succinctly.

She sat on the sofa, took a sip of warm rose tea, shifted her posture, and spoke in a calm and unassuming manner: "Is that alright?"

This was the first time Song Zhishu had used the phrase "May I?"

However, if Zhao Eyun were to respond to gentle persuasion but not force, he wouldn't be Zhao Eyun.

His gentle, apologetic eyes lifted slightly, the sorrow within them seeming to melt like snow, his words fragile and easily broken. He spoke softly, his final plea a desperate struggle: "...Song...she is my mother."

“I’m so sorry…she’s so important to me, that’s why I had it custom-made. I know I’m poor…but for her, I’m willing to have it custom-made.”

His eyes, perhaps moistened by the warmer weather, were faintly red, making him appear as fragile as glass. Any normal person would find it hard to utter a word.

but,

Song Zhishu's eyesight was poor, and she couldn't see the expression of the person on the stairs at all. Therefore, when she heard Zhao Eyun's words, she nodded in agreement: "Yes, you are really filial. I won't force you anymore. Then you can make one for me too."

Zhao Eyun said, "...That shop is poorly made and not worthy of Song."

Song Zhishu waved her hand dismissively: "You make it sound like I'm some kind of difficult person to please."

Zhao Eyun: ...Don't you have any self-awareness?

Her body warmed up, she stretched lazily, lowered her crossed leg, and said earnestly, "Xiao Zhao, you can't judge a person by their appearance alone."

Zhao Eyun wanted to say something more, but Song Zhishu didn't want to waste so much breath on one thing anymore. She said coldly and ruthlessly, "Dance a duet with me or weave me a little doll of my own. Choose."

Zhao Eyun, who was about to blurt out everything, suddenly stopped herself and put on a considerate smile: "Since you've already said so much, it would be too inappropriate to refuse."

Song Zhishu was too lazy to expose him. She touched her belly, slumped on the leather sofa, and said weakly, "I'm... I'm starving to death."

Zhao Eyun then slowly realized that there was no food on the table today.

He adapted quickly after arriving here. Perhaps he was destined to be a wanderer, or perhaps he felt an instant connection with this place. In any case, he quite liked this little home.

This place has been well-coordinated by Song Zhishu, with the main color being pinkish-orange, leaning more towards warm orange, like a cozy fireplace, flowing with molten quicksand, and each breath is like a lotus pond baked by the summer sun, fresh and warm.

In this atmosphere, even eating seemed less like an essential activity for him to maintain his physiological functions.

Although Xiaoyu's cooking skills are not comparable to those of a master chef, they are far superior in quality to Zhao Eyun's recipes, which have been haphazardly copied and pasted for over a decade. Therefore, his instant noodles are completely useless.

“Xiaoyu probably wants to take us out to eat today, or…” Song Zhishu raised her eyes weakly, “She’s not feeling well. But I don’t want to move.”

She racked her brains with difficulty: "Didn't you bring instant noodles?"

Zhao Eyun nodded.

"Is it expired?"

Zhao Eyun hesitated for a moment, thought about it carefully, and then shook his head.

Song Zhishu propped herself up with her hands, her mind made up: "OK, let's cook today."

Zhao Eyun felt it was perfectly reasonable to ask him to cook some instant noodles; after all, he always had to give something in return for free meals. Nodding in agreement, he then noticed the word "we."

"Wait," he said stiffly, "would Song like to help?"

Song Zhishu put her hands on her hips and looked at him with her chin: "Or what?"

His temples throbbed slightly, but his thoughts took a turn for the better. He thought it wouldn't hurt to ask her for some simple help, which would be a good opportunity for the young lady to grow up a bit.