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Chapter 746: That Unromantic Student Council President (43)

The next day, Zhao Eyun resigned from his position as president and withdrew from the school. The principal was completely dumbfounded. Such a talented person, why leave? What about the school's security?

Students of this age love to follow the crowd. They huddle together outside, whether they are people who still like him, people who are dismissive and think he is pretentious, or people who just want to see what's going on.

A large crowd gathered, and someone asked, "Why isn't Song Zhishu here?"

A moment of silence fell over the crowd, followed by an even more heated discussion. "Oh no! My ship isn't going to break up, is it?!"

"Hey, when did you start shipping this weird couple?! Don't you know I hate this pair?! We're done!"

"They might really be good friends... By the way, why aren't they coming?"

Zhao Eyun turned around expressionlessly only after hearing the name Song Zhishu.

He would never have shown such a cold expression before.

But it doesn't matter now, since he probably won't have much contact with these people in the future.

Seeing his expression, the group suddenly felt a pang of fear, exchanged bewildered glances, and then scattered in a flurry, each muttering their own words.

The principal rambled on, praising him a few times, and Zhao Eyun returned the compliments politely but in a measured way, his words perfectly tactful. Finally, the principal gritted his teeth, patted his shoulder, and asked, "Why so suddenly? Your grades are so good, you're such a talented person, why did you quit?" Zhao Eyun lowered his eyelashes, appearing as if he were struggling at the beginning of his bright future, but in reality, his eyes remained calm and cold, like a cloud of mist piled up on a mountainside.

He didn't reply, and the principal had nothing more to say, only patting him solemnly and deeply: "Child, remember, if you want to come back, our doors will always be open for you!"

Zhao Eyun's only thought at this moment was how come he had never noticed before that this man was so long-winded and talkative? Had he gone through menopause without his knowledge?

That's really pitiful.

Unlike him, who still has plenty of time to play with Ah-shu.

Thinking of this, his cold eyes, as icy as Dali, suddenly gleamed. He glanced at the principal, his emotions a jumble of things that even a menopausal man couldn't quite understand.

Oh, but he understood a bit of sympathy.

Zhao Eyun didn't linger any longer; his time was precious, and he left with his suitcase. When he returned to class, the homeroom teacher stood dumbfounded on the podium. The teacher, who used to be able to spout a long string of heartfelt platitudes with just a slight touch, was now choked up and unable to utter a single word.

Where are his good students?!

Why is it that the good student is leaving when I wake up?!

Hahahaha! So he's going to have a market visit this year!

After Zhao Eyun finished packing his things, dozens, even hundreds, of pairs of eyes stared intently at him.

Bathing in the gazes of those standing on high ground felt like tempering him, but he was already a veteran of countless battles.

Finally, Zhao Eyun paused and turned his head sharply.

They met eyes with Song Zhishu, who was slumped over the table.

There were many people standing behind her, just like behind him. Those eyes, like knives and sickles, were etched on her fragile and beautiful back, silently carving disgusting scars with their mouths.

The air pressure in Zhaoeyun suddenly became very low.

He also enveloped her soft body tightly with his eyes, which were as fine as threads yet full of tenderness.

Suddenly, two people stood beside Song Zhishu.

Xu Chu gently patted Song Zhishu's back with one hand, looked at him through the window, pursed her lips, and finally silently said, "Keep it up."

No matter the reason or what happened, just keep going and don't let Zhishu down.

Shen Zhong'er didn't say anything, still acting all high and mighty. After all, he and Zhao Eyun weren't exactly close friends or classmates, let alone friends.

The fact that he could stand in front of Shen Chu and show others what his attitude was already the lowest he could muster at the moment.

Zhao Eyun seemed to have no reaction. He merely glanced at them briefly before lowering his eyes again, refusing to look at them once more. A hint of red appeared at the corners of his eyes.

A surge of heat in his chest overwhelmed him.

He had lived a life of mediocrity for 18 years, but today he has suddenly been exposed to the sun.

……

After Zhao Eyun left, No. 1 Middle School didn't descend into chaos as expected. After all, President Zhao had been managing the school for so long that it had become a habit. Moreover, the newly appointed president was quite capable in execution; it's just that everyone would occasionally reminisce about their kind and gentle President Zhao.

Song Zhishu's personality became increasingly quiet and well-behaved. Although she still didn't listen in class, at least she stopped causing trouble and falling asleep immediately, spending most of her time in a daze.

Her phone was broken, so she couldn't contact Zhao Eyun.

Oh, even if we could contact her, there's nothing we could do, because once she does, we can't stop.

But Zhao Eyun has her phone number, yes, a landline. So why doesn't he call? Is it because he's shy?

Song Zhishu couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried, so he spent every day pondering it.

A girl whom Song Zhishu didn't recognize was sitting in Zhao Eyun's seat. She was sitting very upright. Song Zhishu reflexively looked over, but still felt empty inside.

After a while, you get used to it.

The posts from No. 1 Middle School were hacked at some point. It seems that not long after Zhao Eyun left, all the anonymous posts were made public, sparking a huge online battle. There were all sorts of gossip, siblings being accused of having affairs, and so on. It was a mess. In particular, those posts that insulted Song Zhishu were pinned to the top and couldn't be taken down.

Song Zhishu, the person involved, still rested her chin on her hand, leisurely looking out the window with her eyes vacant.

Winter is almost here. She's been feeling a bit cold lately, so she's put on thick clothes early, wrapping her petite body up so she looks like a lamb.

Xu Chu heard the rumors and came over to try and persuade her, but she found that the person involved didn't seem as anxious as she was.

Song Zhishu looked puzzled and turned to look at her. Xu Chu tentatively asked, "Zhishu, do you know about what's been happening on the forum lately?"

Song Zhishu frowned, pondered for a while, and finally realized: "Oh, someone confessed to me again up there? This is really annoying. You can just pretend that I rejected them."

Xu Chu: …Sigh

The college entrance exam is next semester, and I only started to feel a little nervous at the end of last semester. But Song Zhishu wouldn't; she's not the kind of person who gets held back by these things.

It just so happens that it snowed early this winter, which is quite rare, so Song Zhishu took leave and went home.