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Chapter 737: That Unromantic Student Council President (34)

It would have been better if Song Zhishu hadn't spoken; the moment Mo Wan heard her voice, she felt furious and wanted nothing more than to tear her apart. But remembering Song Zhishu's heroic feat at the sports meet, Mo Wan reluctantly remained silent.

“Oh, no,” Song Zhishu said, unusually not angry. Looking at the pretty little face in front of her, she was more curious: “How did you come up with such a flawed method that doesn’t seem clever at all?”

Mo Wan: "?!"

Ignoring her eyes that were practically spitting fire, Song Zhishu continued, "No, even if you're going to do something like this, at least wait for the real cultural performance, right? Wouldn't that be the only way to make me lose face? What you're doing now doesn't affect me at all. I can just rejoin the queue in a bit. But if I find evidence of what you've done wrong, that would be a big deal."

Mo Wan's face was pale, but she still couldn't help but retort: ​​"I, I'm not that kind of heartless person! Why would I make you lose face in front of the whole school?! As long as... as long as you don't participate, the president won't be attracted to you..." Her voice grew softer and softer.

Song Zhishu was taken aback, then laughed: "But we're all living together, where are you going to sneak around?"

Mo Wan suddenly raised her head, her face instantly turning red, and tears welled up in her eyes. In the blink of an eye, it started to rain. She was so angry that she pointed her trembling finger at Song Zhishu's beautiful face, but she was too angry to say a word.

Song Zhishu grabbed her fingers and pulled them away, rolling her eyes: "Come on, you're so childish, trying to be a villainous female supporting character and frame people. Hurry up and give me my clothes, then go back to class and behave yourself."

Mo Wan felt looked down upon, but seeing Song Zhishu's serious face, she was still captivated by her beauty and threw the bag in her hand at her in a huff. Only then did Song Zhishu pat her head with satisfaction. The girl was backlit, and the shadows and light battled over her stunning beauty: "That's more like it."

When Song Zhishu looks at someone intently, her face is incredibly captivating.

Mo Wan stared blankly at her, then suddenly her face turned bright red again. She shoved her hand away and fled in panic.

Song Zhishu thought the child was slow-witted and only now remembered to be angry, so she ignored her and yawned as she joined the queue again.

When Zhao Eyun finished her work and arrived, the line was unexpectedly long.

The boy next to him, who had been intently recording the performance that had just ended, heard a slight sound and looked over. When he saw Zhao Eyun, his heart immediately tightened. He took a bottle of mineral water from a bottle on the ground and handed it to him: "President, have some water?"

Zhao Eyun smiled and shook her head to politely decline, saying, "I'm not thirsty, thank you." The boy had no choice but to give up and casually placed the item next to Zhao Eyun.

Zhao Eyun glanced at the team outside, rubbed his temples, and asked in a gentle but weary voice, "How's the progress?"

The boy, who was eager to try, suddenly started talking: "That's really great! There's one really good one. Even a 6 out of 10 performance would be amazing. And the variety is amazing, with singing, dancing, skits and all sorts of things. This is going to be a really impressive event!"

Zhao Eyun nodded and spoke a few words of appreciation and gratitude to the few people who had been guarding the area.

He leaned back in his chair, his back slightly hunched, yet still upright, and said, "Go ahead."

The arrival of Zhao Eyun did not add much to the tense atmosphere. Instead, it was like a refreshing breeze that swept away the boredom of the long wait and the growing stuffiness, reigniting the bloodlust.

However, he was toying with the pen in his hand, the slender yet resilient bones intertwining and dancing wildly with the pen, a dazzling display that evoked a sense of wicked absurdity. His cold, indifferent eyes, sharp when no one was around, rested emptily on the table. Seemingly having nothing to think about, his listless mind first conceived of: Song Zhishu should have left long ago, right?

Indeed, after all, she seems to value this cultural performance very much; could it be that she's going to shine?

He was lost in thought and didn't even notice the boy next to him calling for the next person, but a series of gasps pulled him back to reality.

Zhao Eyun put down her pen, lazily raised her eyes, and in the instant the sunlight shone through, her gentle, moon-like gaze returned.

But this tenderness abruptly stopped flowing when it touched the person in front of him.

Song Zhishu changed into a red dance costume, which made her already fair skin appear even more radiant, blending with the light and blurring the lines between her skin and shadow. She was already known as the "Hot Flower" in various high schools in Yue City for her hot figure, and now the dance costume accentuated her graceful figure, revealing a slender waist and hips that formed a perfect curve.

The dance costume was not eye-catching. The upper body was a V-neck fitted white top, and the lower body was a long skirt that reached the ankles. Only the chest and the hem were decorated with bright red flowers. The side slit reached the middle of the thigh, revealing the slender and beautiful legs with the subtle and delicate muscle lines exposed to the air.

Yet, she was also exceptionally beautiful. When the corners of her eyes suddenly revealed their sharpness, they curled up like seductive silk, and the slightest curve of her lips was deadlyly alluring.

It's a sensuality that isn't designed to seduce, but is uniquely hers, deadly, and veiled in layers of mystery.

Zhao Eyun's gaze swept lightly over her clothes without any scrutiny, finally settling on her eyes.

The gazes converge in the air, forming mountains and seas.

Song Zhishu was surprised to see him there, and immediately became more composed. When she looked at him, her eyes were full of laughter, and her eyebrows, which were slightly raised because of him, were like crescent moons, making her heart flutter.

Zhao Eyun looked at her eyes, which were filled with a surging smile and a determined look, and felt as if they were knives or blades.

He felt a sudden thirst.

He was the first to give up, fleeing in a disheveled state, frantically grabbing for water.

[Ding! Target's affection level increased by 5, current affection level is 75]

At that moment, the music that had just been re-downloaded started playing.

A soft, mysterious female voice accompanied the low, gentle piano notes. She slowly unfolded her body, turning and leaping, twirling and crouching. The layers of floral patterns on her skirt resembled dark waves, supporting the crystal flowers like bloodthirsty roses that bloomed alluringly despite the wind and rain.

Song Zhishu danced for five minutes straight. When the music stopped abruptly, she gracefully and calmly ceased her movements, gave a standard bow, winked at Zhao Eyun, and then strode away.

The classroom was unusually quiet; I could hardly believe my eyes.

The boy was in great pain, but he forced a smile and said to Zhao Eyun, "It's...it's pretty...pretty good-looking, huh?"

Zhao Eyun lowered her eyes, hummed in agreement, paused, and said with a heavy sigh of exhaustion, "It seems to be going quite smoothly. I'm a little tired, so I'll be going now. You guys continue. Thank you for your hard work."

The boy was flattered and nodded repeatedly.

Zhao Eyun dragged his tired body out. There was still a short queue outside, and many people greeted him. He responded politely and friendly to each one. Only after he got out of the main gate did he let out a heavy sigh of relief.