Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 768: The Metamorphosis - The Transformed Form (10)

Seeing that Song Zhishu was still staring at him instead of starting to eat, Chang Qing panicked and covered his face, saying in a desperate move, "Stop staring! Eat quickly! I... I'm going back to class first! I'll be late!"

Despite saying that, Chang Qing was indeed very uneasy inside.

Because of his love for learning, Chang Qing had no free time to play with others. He was also shy and always dressed in tattered clothes, avoiding people's gaze. He couldn't play with his peers at all, and he didn't want to play with that group of people either. They spoke in a vulgar way, which Chang Qing disliked.

But today, he surprisingly offered to help someone copy homework, all for a bottle of milk. Song Zhishu looked away, and Chang Qing breathed a sigh of relief, hurrying forward to leave through the back door. Unexpectedly, Song Zhishu suddenly asked, "Is anyone in your class bullying you?"

Chang Qing stood there dumbfounded, frozen in place, still in the posture of walking forward, her breathing becoming slightly shallower.

"no!"

Almost simultaneously with realizing Song Zhishu's question, he vehemently denied it, his tone as resolute as someone about joining the Party.

Song Zhishu nodded casually, "Mm."

Having confirmed this, she waved her hand. Her scallion-root-like white skin shimmered with crimson and dark hues under the sunlight, the overlapping of light and shadow creating an unbelievably beautiful effect.

Chang Qing pursed his lips, and it took him a long time to catch his breath. His eyes were a little dry, and he blinked them until they felt better before leaving silently.

A corner of her yellowed white shirt disappeared into the dust, and Song Zhishu calmly ate her lunch.

What a stubborn brat. She had just finished eating when Fu An returned with a sullen face, clearly in a bad mood.

Song Zhishu felt that the male lead was a bit too masculine and emotionally unstable, so she didn't like him very much. She moved her stool closer to him.

Fu An didn't notice that the slop he had eaten in the cafeteria earlier had left him in a terrible mood; he had only taken two bites before collapsing, and now his stomach was empty and he was starving. He didn't notice Song Zhishu's disgusted gesture, but instead noticed the eggshells on her table.

What he had previously dismissed with disdain now whetted his appetite at a glance. He asked coldly, "Who gave you this? Didn't you skip dinner?"

He spoke rudely, and Song Zhishu was even less likely to tolerate him: "Mind your own business."

Fu An: ?

His complexion worsened, and his temper flared. However, he was too weak to confront Song Zhishu directly, so he could only grit his teeth and force himself to say, "That's how I talk."

"Oh," Song Zhishu replied, "Chang Qing gave it to me."

She paused, then added, "You don't."

Fu An laughed in anger. Before he could speak, Song Zhishu continued, "Besides, you came back so early, you probably didn't eat much. What a waste, it's shameful."

It's not that waste is shameful, but that his wastefulness is shameful.

Fu An was stunned.

It wasn't anger, nor rage, but rather a stunned silence.

This is the first time someone his age has dared to insult him so directly.

Having had such a smooth life for the past decade or so, Fu An had forgotten what setbacks felt like. Even after his transformation here, few dared to mess with him. Now, suddenly being scolded, he didn't know how to react.

Song Zhishu ignored him, threw away the trash, turned around and went out to wash her hands, leaving Fu An standing there bewildered in the wind.

When she returned, the classroom was already quite full, but not many people were studying; most were just playing around and chatting. Fu An was slumped over in his seat, one hand clutching his stomach. His already tall frame for his age was curled up in a ball, and he looked like he was on the verge of death.

They're starving. It's only been a short time since they went hungry, yet they act like they're about to have a funeral.

Song Zhishu glanced at it and decisively decided to move the stool to the side to avoid being involved.

He's already this age, yet he's still so arrogant and immature. He's not even as good as a sixth-grader like Chang Qing. Song Zhishu felt it was necessary to teach him a lesson.

She has already mastered all the things she's learning with ease.

Thinking of Chang Qing's round face and beautiful round eyes under the moonlight, she felt great and decided to start preparing to help him improve his learning ability. Once a person is determined to do something, they rarely feel tired. Even when it was time to rest at the table for the afternoon, Song Zhishu was still writing furiously.

Fu An was so hungry he couldn't sleep, and so sleepy he couldn't eat. His pride wouldn't allow him to ask others for food, so he could only try his best to distract himself and get through it. Seeing Song Zhishu still writing with great energy, he gritted his teeth in hatred.

Why should he? Doesn't Chang Qing dislike her? He can see that clearly. Don't tell him that just because they spent one night together, they're suddenly deeply in love. They're both minors; they need to learn to be more mature and not give their hearts away to others so easily.

Fu An endured the entire afternoon, watching, thinking, and feeling resentful, until the second period ended.

His stomach felt like a durian running a marathon, slipping on a banana peel, bumping into a policeman, and ending up being executed by firing squad. The cramping pain was excruciating, cold sweat poured from his forehead, and he lay prone, as weak as a cicada in late autumn.

During the long breaks between classes, the moonlight always seems to filter through, leaving behind beautiful moments, just like the journey of life is always so bright. Therefore, they always get used to chatting or singing softly under the light, in the most beautiful years of their youth.

Even in such a noisy environment, Song Zhishu remained motionless as she carried out the task she had assigned to herself.

[Host...shouldn't you check on the male lead...he's dying.]

Song Zhishu glanced at it and said earnestly, "I've already taught you this before: don't show off, or you'll get struck by lightning. People can be arrogant because it's in their nature, but showing off will easily get you struck by lightning."

Having taught her son before, Song Zhishu really felt she should make good use of this long break between classes. She stood up, patted the eraser off her clothes, and said, "I'm going to the elementary school section, do you want to come?" She paused, thought for a moment about his name, and finally gave up: "Stomachache Bro."

Fu An was in so much pain that he was a little delirious, but he could still barely understand what she was saying. When he heard that she was going to the primary school, Yun Zhiwei's smile, as warm as the early spring sun, flashed through his mind, and he raised his hand shakily: "This young master... is going..." ...Tsk, still pretending.

Song Zhishu nodded: "Oh, let's go."

Fu An vaguely saw her back and felt like there were three of her swaying. Song Zhishu didn't wait for her, gritted her teeth, swayed, and followed.

Although Song Zhishu's words were cold, her heart was truly cold. Her pace did not slow down at all because of Fu An's unsteady steps. Fu An almost lost her, and he felt a sense of unease for no reason.