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Chapter 773: The Metamorphosis - The Transformed Form (15)

Gu Yihan: ? ? ?

What are you muttering about that's hard to understand?

After finishing her sentence, Song Zhishu extended a sincere invitation: "To apologize to you, I have a gift for you." She deliberately looked around, and after seeing the staircase hidden to the side, which no one seemed to care about, she lowered her voice: "This gift can't be seen by others. Can we go inside?"

Chang Qing stared wide-eyed in disbelief, and for the first time, she uncontrollably pulled Song Zhishu's cotton skirt tighter.

He wanted to say that Gu Yihan was the kind of person who took advantage of his kindness and wouldn't give him any favors, otherwise he would become dependent on her. In fact, he really wanted to ask, a question that had been stuck in his throat for a long, long time, so long that it was almost taking root and piercing his veins: "Why?"

Even if she's very free, he's been ungrateful for her time and time again, so why does he keep trying to get involved? He really, really can no longer bear the responsibility of dragging others into his affairs.

But seeing Song Zhishu's still inhumanly cold and outrageous face, he surprisingly calmed down again, and the force with which he was holding her loosened again and again.

In fact, Song Zhishu's attitude was very abnormal. If Gu Yihan had even a little bit of sense, he wouldn't have been so easily led by the nose by her.

Unfortunately, perhaps because his parents named him after a brainless domineering CEO, he has nothing to do with being a domineering CEO except for his intellectually deficient level of stupidity.

He naturally took Song Zhishu's words as a plea for peace, and didn't fail to understand that she was calling him an idiot. He firmly believed that Song Zhishu was trying to please him, and even happily fantasized about it.

As for delivering the gift in a secluded place, he never doubted it: despite his young age, the gifts he received were rarely anything that could be made public.

He then glanced disdainfully at Chang Qing, who was unusually quiet and obedient, and followed Song Zhishu into the dark corner with an arrogant air.

Not long after, a loud "bang" rang out, like metal kissing bone, followed by a deafening scream like a pig being slaughtered: "Ah!" and "You fucking dare... Ah!" "If I let you go, I'll be a dog... Ah!! Help!!!"

Unfortunately, the restaurant was bustling with noise, and by the time almost everyone noticed Gu Yihan's screams, ten minutes had already passed. Compared to the heart-wrenching screams ten minutes ago, the cries at this moment were weak and feeble, like the wailing of someone on the verge of death.

Interestingly, after hearing his cries for help, his brave junior high school friends first quieted down, then looked at each other, holding their breath, successfully buying Song Zhishu a few more minutes. When the teacher, who had caught wind of the commotion, rushed in, he was completely dumbfounded:

Gu Yihan huddled in a corner, covering his head, and kept yelling, "You wait!! I'll kill you as soon as I get out."

Meanwhile, in another corner, a girl was quietly crouching with her head in her hands, not uttering a sound, and even her breathing was barely audible.

The students abandoned the "delicacies" and rushed to squeeze and push each other at the small stairwell entrance, eager to see the details clearly.

Fu An had already realized Song Zhishu's intention to play the tiger and prey on the pig after she "lured the snake into the hole," so he lazily walked up to Chang Qing with his arms crossed, his cold voice still full of malice: "Oh, aren't you leaving yet, good student? If you're late, I'll make your old grandfather come to the office for tea."

Chang Qing was much shorter than him, but upon hearing his words, she still lowered her head and pondered something.

Fu An was extremely annoyed that his guess had been ruthlessly refuted by Song Zhishu. He leaned against the wall like a boneless man, giving Chang Qing, who seemed unable to straighten his back, a sinister look in his eyes. His tone was full of undisguised ridicule and sarcasm: "You're supposed to be a man, so it's one thing to be a coward if you don't fight back when you're bullied, but why do you always hide behind girls?" He became more and more amused as he spoke, and finally added with a hint of schadenfreude: "Does that idiot know that you don't appreciate it?"

Seemingly knowing who the "idiot" was referring to, Chang Qing finally turned his head and cast a glance his way. It wasn't the kind of look one would expect from someone his age and personality—obscure, somber, and gloomy, yet harboring a bitterness that was difficult to decipher. There was even a hint of coldness and elegance in it, much like Song Zhishu's. However, his slightly long, tousled hair obscured most of it, leaving only a glimpse of what lay beneath.

But only for a fleeting moment, he lowered his head again, left in silence, and left only the words: "Your clothes."

Fu An: ?

He tugged at the sleeve of the shirt leaning against the wall and almost fainted from anger at the glaring white against the understated yet luxurious black silk.

As expected, Song Zhishu was taken to the principal's office. It must be said, deliberately acting foolish in this small, run-down place was quite effective; at least he bypassed numerous procedures and got her directly to the principal. Gu Yihan clung to his mother, crying and wailing, saying he was in pain here and there, but he clearly had no injuries whatsoever. When asked where it hurt, he said it hurt everywhere, dragging his feet and making a fuss. What was wrong with this chubby 156cm boy, making him look so annoying?

However, Song Zhishu could forgive him. Because she specifically asked Bai Tuanzi to choose a spot that would hurt but wouldn't leave a mark.

He's probably in so much pain right now that he wants to kill himself.

But others don't know that; they just find it annoying.

It's infuriating! His awful parents are also demanding an explanation with their stern faces. Oh my god, money can crush people? They're already being lenient by not demanding an explanation from you three. You're always making things difficult for others and looking down on people. Why don't they put shoes on your noses too?

While that was her intention, she still had to put on a good show, offering comfort, expressing her dismay, and lamenting the decline of morality in the world. In short, she provided ample emotional support, and Song Zhishu even wanted the parents, whose mental age was similar to that of their son, to give her money.

However, when the principal came to confront her with a stern face, she lowered her head, pretending to be deaf and dumb, and feigning tears and blindness. Before the principal could even speak, she began to sob softly, her sobs delicate and careful. Compared to Gu Yihan, who was crying and wailing over there, although her face was not visible, she was still pitiful.

The school wanted to downplay the incident more than anyone else. Seeing that they couldn't get any valuable information from either side, they wanted to ask the parents for help and let the matter pass. After all, Song Zhishu was there for a transformation, and it was hard to say whether her family had any powerful connections.

Perhaps because they were used to being flattered, the two insisted on taking the matter to the Education Bureau, asking the director to judge the situation.