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Chapter 741: That Unromantic Student Council President (38)

Like a hunter who has been lying low for a long time, now elegantly exposing his crooked, evil bones and malice that can no longer be called hatred to her.

A madman.

The woman felt very strange. She couldn't explain her sudden panic, so she could only try to remain composed and gave a cold reply.

"Is she Shen's mother?" he asked softly, a typhoon-like ferocity flashing in his eyes that had been hidden in the mire. "The Shen family's... mistress?"

It seemed that this title restored her status as a noblewoman. The woman stood very straight, and this time her tone carried an added air of arrogance: "Who are you?"

“I’m the student council president of No. 1 High School,” he paused, then suddenly smiled, “and Shen’s best friend.”

The woman sneered, assuming that the man had come to establish a connection, which made the woman feel a little impatient while regaining her sense of superiority.

But his cold, piercing gaze was like venom, coating her entire body as he looked at her with the same disdain he showed a dog, filling her with dread. The young man before her gave her an eerie feeling that was both strange and familiar, haunting her like a nightmare.

Just as she was about to angrily rebuke him, she suddenly noticed a young girl standing behind the young man, her face veiled in shadow, revealing only her graceful and alluring figure.

Like the two demons of hell.

The woman cursed the two lunatics inwardly and, not wanting to waste any more time with them, turned to leave with a sullen expression. But then the girl suddenly spoke up: "Oh, Auntie, you look so familiar?"

Another one trying to curry favor. Although she usually enjoyed flattery, the woman was furious and about to turn away to memorize the two people's faces when the young girl asked, "Auntie, have you been to the Song family before?"

Song family?

Her already calculating mind immediately became active.

In a country like this, how many girls of this age who dare to casually and with an air of refined nobility call out "Song family"?

So, her angry face immediately filled with a smile, and her originally cold and domineering voice became so gentle it could melt your heart. She first tentatively called out, "Miss Song?"

The lack of response only solidified her confidence. She immediately smiled ingratiatingly, and even at the school gate, she couldn't resist walking closer to her, trying to establish a more intimate connection: "Oh, Miss Song, are you in the same class as Zhong Er now? I've heard him mention you a lot, saying you're beautiful and capable. I've always wanted to see you in person, and seeing you today is truly a dream come true! You're exactly as Zhong Er described!" She paused deliberately, as if just recalling something, and cautiously asked, "Miss Song, did you just... say I looked familiar?" She certainly didn't have the face to meet the eldest daughter of the Song family; the only possibility was…

Her smile widened, becoming radiant. "Oh dear! How could I possibly have seen you before? It must be that Zhong Er and I look alike. You've spent a lot of time with Zhong Er, so naturally you might think I look familiar! And Zhong Er really is... she just went out to play..."

The more the woman spoke, the colder she felt. Finally, she couldn't continue, as she keenly sensed the source of her chill.

The smile that had been playing on Zhao Eyun's lips vanished, revealing a chilling aura about her. Her dark eyes seemed to hold a sharp blade, peeling away her skin and bones. The more she mentioned putting Song Zhishu and Shen Zhong'er together, the sharper that blade became.

Finally, until they could cut her neck.

“I’m not familiar with him,” Song Zhishu suddenly broke the silence with a few cool and aloof words. She raised her chin and crossed her arms. “Oh, right, he took a lot of things from me before, but he still wanted to beat me up. His cronies were rude to me… So, we’re enemies.”

Even though the two were almost three generations apart in age, the woman still felt her scalp tingle when talking to Song Zhishu. Not to mention the bombshell news she was throwing out, which left her dizzy and disoriented.

Shen Zhong'er: You didn't expect that, did you, Lao Deng? I had a trick up my sleeve.

She forced a smile, and her already pale face became even more ashen under the light.

After spending some time together, Song Zhishu and Shen Zhong'er weren't so incompatible anymore. Although she still looked down on the young man, what annoyed her most was that couple. As for Shen Zhong'er, he certainly deserved to suffer a bit, but in a novel where love is more important than life or death, it was clear that making his romantic path a little bumpy was more effective than anything else.

So Song Zhishu glanced at her indifferently, didn't say anything about returning the money, and pulled Zhao Eyun, who seemed a bit off, away.

The moonlight, like a ribbon, reflected in the pond, making the ripples occasionally parted by the koi carp appear like clusters. They didn't say a word, their steps slow in the night, out of sync with their heartbeats.

Standing before the gushing waterfall of the artificial mountain, Song Zhishu stopped, and Zhao Eyun, who was under Song Zhishu's control, naturally had to stop as well. The long silence seemed to imbue the moonlight with an ambiguous fragrance.

Finally, Song Zhishu broke the eerie silence first. With a turn of her head, the cool rose scent from her hair instantly filled his senses. She stomped her foot angrily and grabbed his collar: "Don't you have anything to explain?!"

Even Zhao Eyun sometimes couldn't react. He lowered his head, tilted it slightly, and said "Hmm?" with great confusion.

Song Zhishu wasn't fooled by his cuteness. She sneered, then let go of his arm and looked at him coldly with her arms crossed.

This look was so unfamiliar, it made Zhao Eyun suddenly feel flustered and at a loss, even his doubts turned into cautiousness. When he wasn't moved, he was at ease, but once something was out of control, he became incredibly sensitive and insecure.

"Don't think I don't know that the look of disgust you gave me when you first lost your temper in the cafeteria was because you thought I looked like that girl from earlier!" Song Zhishu blurted out the last two words in her excitement. Heartbroken, she closed her eyes, even angrier, and emphasized again, "Auntie!"

Zhao Eyun's heart skipped a beat.

"Let me think about it. Zhao Eyun, did you not like me from the beginning? Hmm? That's why I always feel something is off when you talk to me, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

Once a woman's sixth sense is triggered, she can't stop. Song Zhishu's understanding of human relationships and social customs reached a level she could never have reached in her entire life.

Zhao Eyun felt a fire burning in her throat, desperately wanting to say something, but seeing Song Zhishu's chest heaving with anger, she couldn't utter a word. The usually eloquent Chairman Zhao was now stuck in her throat. Wasn't she so smooth-talking just a while ago?