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Chapter 767: The Metamorphosis - The Transformed Form (9)

If we're talking about the person with the most complicated feelings, it should be Fu An, who was standing to the side.

His temperament and pride wouldn't allow him to have a blank expression, but he still looked dazed, his gloomy eagle eyes fixed on the desk in front of him, deep in thought.

His reaction wasn't actually that strange.

Although Song Zhishu rarely appears in the capital, her legend lives on throughout the martial arts world, and rumors about her persist. On one hand, the marriage alliance between Song Chao and Xia Mingyuan shook the capital, and the offspring of these two exceptional talents naturally attracted much attention. On the other hand, Song Zhishu's behavior at the few banquets she did attend was truly perplexing.

She never smiled at anyone except her parents, whether they were kind, ingratiating, or there to laugh at her. Her reaction was always indifferent. When she looked at someone seriously, her dark pupils were like those of a vengeful ghost, like the deepest, darkest waters of the Mariana Trench. Compared to her smiling, tiger-like parents, she was even more ruthless in rejecting interactions she didn't like.

Therefore, their group of young masters and ladies were genuinely curious and disdainful of Song Zhishu's "aloofness".

However, after witnessing Song Zhishu's feat firsthand, Fu An's horizons were truly broadened.

There's one thing that's the same: Miss Song has a temper, and a very strong one at that.

Surprisingly, she was very strong in combat, as could be easily seen from her lightning speed and the way she dodged when the blond-haired man tried to grab her.

Furthermore, she should...

Fu An looked at Song Zhishu angrily as she wiped the table back and forth more than ten times—she must have a severe case of mysophobia.

That shouldn't be the case. If that's the case, how could she possibly live in the home of that effeminate, annoying little brat?

However, putting all that aside for now, her actions just now were quite in line with his style. Hmm... if she could take the initiative to befriend him, he could forgive and forget about her behavior yesterday.

Thinking this, Song Zhishu suddenly threw a look at him. Although her facial muscles didn't twitch at all, she still looked fierce.

She said, "Next time you meet someone who's pursuing you, go out together."

Fu An:

?

what?

Fu An learned his first lesson in life: bewilderment and astonishment. In short, the two of them finished their five morning classes in a strangely harmonious atmosphere. The elementary school students had already finished eating; now it was the middle school students' turn. As soon as the bell rang, only a fleeting shadow remained at each student's seat—if they didn't hurry, the food left in the cafeteria would be pig slop.

Song Zhishu remained calm and unhurried, but as she slowly stood up, a boy coming out from the back door stumbled and knocked her only pen to the ground.

Boy: ………

qaq

For some reason, he keenly sensed that it was a bit cold and the air pressure was extremely low.

Fu An glanced at it, smiled mockingly, and left without looking back.

The boy didn't even dare to look Song Zhishu in the eye. He immediately bent down, picked up the pen, and placed it tremblingly on her desk, adding a fearful and desperate "I'm sorry." Before he could finish speaking, Song Zhishu coldly hummed in response.

"Go eat."

Feeling like he'd been granted a pardon, the boy inexplicably said "thank you" again before fleeing in panic.

Song Zhishu stood and thought for a while, then calmly sat down, took out a piece of paper from the pocket of her cotton skirt, and began to carefully wipe the pen.

A gentle breeze lifted the bangs on either side of her head, passing by her ears and whispering a few words, which slowly relaxed her delicate brows.

Suddenly, she felt her light being blocked a little.

Song Zhishu frowned in displeasure, but when she raised her eyebrows again, she saw Chang Qing's slightly averted eyes.

Their eyes seemed born for each other, always meeting, yet like the life cycle of a butterfly, they were always shy, always experiencing fleeting passion and endless panic. Further down, one could see his flushed cheeks and the thin layer of sweat on his face.

"How did you come?"

Chang Ting heard Song Zhishu's calm, cool voice, and his feverishness was instantly dispelled.

Chang Qing still hadn't read the question carefully, and instead stubbornly asked her, "Why didn't you go to eat?"

Logically speaking, Song Zhishu's meal expenses should be covered by the Song family. Even if she wasn't as wealthy as he thought, she should at least be able to afford food.

"The erasing pen just fell."

After giving a concise answer, Song Zhishu buried himself in washing and wiping again.

Chang Qing was short but not blind. He pursed his slightly pale lips, looked away shyly, and said with difficulty, "You...you don't need to wipe it. It's just a pen, wiping it once is enough to make it work."

This time, it was Song Zhishu who gave him a suspicious glance out of the corner of her eye, remaining expressionless: "This is what you gave me." With a thud, Chang felt his heart skip a beat.

"Of course, that's secondary. The most important thing is that I only have this one pen."

"........."

Chang Qing's heartbeat quickly calmed down. She reached out, shook the plastic bag in her hand, and smiled, her eyebrows curving upwards.

Sunlight filtered through the withered branches and leaves outside the window, casting a vibrant green glow on his face.

He squinted, and at that moment, the dark shadows at the corners of his eyes deepened, drawing out the sweetness gathered between his brows and eyes. He said happily in a cool voice, "See, I had the foresight. I brought you milk and eggs."

Song Zhishu paused, her gaze finally settling on Chang Qing's face.

His reflex was still to look away, avoiding her eyes, instead helplessly landing on one of her cheeks: "You, you take this. These are eggs Grandpa made, he specifically told me to give them to you."

Song Zhishu reached out and took the egg without ceremony, immediately starting to peel it, uttering two very thin words: "Where's the milk?"

Chang Qing watched her eat and noticed a slight relaxation in her brow. She couldn't help but feel smug and happy. She was stunned for a while after hearing her question before realizing that she was asking where the milk came from.

They don't have cows, let alone the money to buy milk.

He shifted his gaze to the desolate greenery outside the window, and mumbled, "Um... a classmate gave it to me."

Song Zhishu almost laughed at his lack of confidence.

When she asked for a pen this morning, she specifically observed the reactions of the students in Class 5 when she arrived, and finally came to a conclusion: Chang Qing probably doesn't have many friends in their class. It's not an absolute certainty, but very few people are willing to play with him.

Given this kind of relationship, would anyone still be so kind as to give him milk?