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Chapter 772: The Metamorphosis - The Transformed Form (14)

He heard a rustling sound from behind, the sound of cotton skirts hitting his skin, followed by a soft touch on his face, licking away his tears.

Chang Qing could tell without turning around that the soft, gentle touch was from the tissue unique to Song Zhi's cotton skirt pocket.

"do not Cry."

He heard the girl's softened but still cold voice say, "If you don't want to talk about your affairs, I won't interfere."

Chang Qing's heart tightened, and she wanted to blurt out "No," but Song Zhishu had already straightened up and turned around deftly. Her back was soaring and straight, like a heavy snowfall that ended without warning in the dead of winter. The words stuck in her throat, struggling in the narrow and cramped canyon, unable to retreat or advance.

His bloodshot eyes gradually faded, and a rare look of confusion appeared in them.

[Ding! Target's affection level increased by 3, current affection level is 30]

When Song Zhishu returned to his class, he had returned to normal. As soon as he sat down, Fu An next to him pulled him to play games.

Not long ago, Fu An learned that Song Zhishu also played the currently popular 5v5 competitive game. On a whim, he insisted that Song Zhishu PK with him, otherwise he would beat up Chang Qing.

Song Zhishu: ………

Since she had nothing better to do, after torturing him countless times, he seemed to have awakened other attributes.

Fu An coughed lightly and leaned closer. Although he still looked down on everyone with a cool and arrogant expression, the gloom in his eyes had long been swept away, leaving only awkwardness: "Ahem... Song Zhishu, let's play games."

Song Zhishu gave him a deep look, then moved his stool to the side. Although his expression was not different from usual, as someone who was also not in a normal mental state, he could of course sense that Song Zhishu was not in a good mood.

As for the reason...

He sat back down, utterly bored, thinking, "Who else could possibly upset her besides that brat?"

Today, the fifth period is physical education. After the teacher says that we can have free time, Song Zhishu usually sits quietly with her knees drawn up under a fixed camphor tree, her phoenix eyes indifferent, like a stone sculpture with frost and color.

Because they can eat seven minutes earlier, everyone waits for the whistle at the entrance of the playground after their free time.

Yes, Song Zhishu's camphor tree is right at the entrance of the playground.

After pretending to ponder deeply for fifteen minutes, she stood up first and stood there solemnly waiting for lunch. When the whistle blew, Song Zhishu was the first to run out, her speed astonishing. Even though they had witnessed it for two weeks, the class was still shocked by the immense power hidden in her silent limbs.

Song Zhishu's opinion on the school food was the same as Fu An's: she couldn't swallow it, but that didn't stop her from finishing it.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Song Zhishu, without fail, went to the very end to get her food at stall number 7. Although the food at stall number 7 was the worst, the old man at that window was the most honest, and he ladled out a huge pile of food for her with a smile.

After giving a curt thank you, Song Zhishu lightly picked up her food and left, walking to a secluded row of seats. Since few elementary school students ate there, there were very few leftovers, preventing Song Zhishu from vomiting while eating.

There were hardly any elementary school students left, because they were already six minutes late. Three middle school classes were having PE, and they gradually came in, bringing life back to the once quiet restaurant.

She was about to quietly start her meal when a figure suddenly sat down next to her. Turning her head, she was met with Fu An's gloomy and arrogant face. He raised an eyebrow, his expression as somber as ever, and said, "Song Zhishu, such a good seat, didn't you tell me?"

Song Zhishu looked puzzled and wanted to ask him, "Are we familiar?" But her stomach rumbled, and she didn't want to play word games with him anymore, so she simply ignored him.

She was about to quietly start her meal again when her ears twitched, and the scattered voices of two boys in a corner in front of her, unnoticed by anyone, reached her ears.

That's so rude! Don't you know you shouldn't talk or disturb others while they're eating?

She tightened her beautiful face, glanced in that direction unintentionally, and was about to look away when she suddenly noticed that one of the figures looked somewhat familiar.

Fu An, standing nearby, didn't eat the food here. He'd sold the jade pendant around his neck for a good price and bought a bunch of instant food, though it wasn't nearly enough to last him half a month. But he didn't care; he'd enjoy each day as it came. He looked around, then suddenly leaned close to Song Zhishu, gesturing with his chin towards the two boys, and grinned maliciously: "Hey, isn't that kid? Oh, who's that guy over there? So blatantly bullying people? Tsk tsk tsk, even hitting them? So weak, but a little..."

He deliberately provoked Song Zhishu, but the latter only glanced at him twice before lowering her head to eat.

Fu An felt relieved: now it seemed that their relationship was nothing compared to his rock-solid relationship with Yun Zhiwei.

The thought of Yun Zhiwei made Fu An smile and let his mind wander. Before he could finish his thoughts, Song Zhishu had already stood up with her plate.

He looked at the empty plate in Song Zhishu's hand, and couldn't help but twitch his always downturned lips: "Are you in a hurry to go back and pretend to be a good student?"

Song Zhishu didn't answer. She pulled out a tissue, wiped her mouth, tossed it onto her plate, picked it up, and quickened her pace towards the two boys who were bullying each other. Fu An was surprised and jumped to her feet, her expression strange. She couldn't help but think, "Song Zhishu shouldn't need to beat up a child for that brat, right?"

Yes, Song Zhishu certainly wouldn't, at least not in front of so many people.

She pulled away the blanket covering her head, Chang Qing's pupils blurred by tears, and lowered her eyes to gaze quietly at Gu Yihan.

After two weeks of rigorous training, the latter had become completely oblivious to her glares, even giving her the middle finger and arrogantly cursing, "Tch, I thought you were so great, but you're just as incompetent as this poor dog~" He made a face: "What can you do with me? You're not going to avenge him, are you? Hahahaha..."

He laughed wildly, completely unaware that Chang Qing, who had been pulled behind Song Zhishu and hadn't yet reacted, suddenly shot him a sharp and jealous glare after hearing his sarcasm.

Who knows which sentence he overheard? Aside from her deep, cold eyes, Song Zhishu didn't seem angry at his words; in fact, her tone softened slightly: "Gu, I misunderstood you before, assuming you were a normal person. Now I apologize for my rudeness, after all, I had preconceived notions and assumed everyone was normal."