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Chapter 785: Metamorphosis - The Transformed Form (27)

However, over time, Song Zhishu gradually began to show her dissatisfaction.

“Dog Egg,” she called out.

Chang Qing is now numb to this title.

Previously, no one except his grandfather could call him by this name, because it was the only thing that would make Chang Qing lose his temper.

Or perhaps, all the grievances and humiliations he has suffered over the past decade or so can ultimately be condensed into this seemingly insignificant name.

It was as if this was the only way he could fight against fate. Even if he was born as insignificant as a grain of moss, even if destiny was going to break his spine, he would still live with all his might, just like his name, rising from the ground and reaching the clouds.

Rather than saying he felt the name was unsophisticated, it would be more accurate to say he felt it was too casual.

A name chosen casually, a life lived numbly and carelessly, unaware of pain or ambition, like a corpse preserved in formaldehyde, time forever flowing like a vast ocean, while their souls are forever imprisoned on the yellow earth.

Because he had seen too many people like that, he was terrified of becoming one of them.

But he knew that his grandfather, who had endured countless hardships and tribulations in the world, gave him a humble name simply because he wanted him to live well; that was his only wish.

As for Song Zhishu… perhaps he'd lost his mind. Song Zhishu seemed to cherish this name, calling it out very earnestly every time. Over time, he got used to it.

"Dog Egg," Song Zhishu frowned and called out again when he saw him in a daze, and Chang Qing finally came back to his senses.

He looked at her inquisitively, his face revealing his confusion.

“I told you that you should come to my class to see me in the future.”

After Song Zhishu's instruction last time, Chang Qing has now learned to say "no" firmly.

For example, a few days ago during a quiet break between classes, he was doing his homework when a boy suddenly walked over, carrying two water cups, tapped on his desk, and flashed a bright white smile: "Chang Qing, let's go get some water for Lele and Tingting?"

His tone was undeniably polite, but rather quite relaxed, as if he was certain that Chang Qing would not refuse.

Although Chang Qing didn't interact much with others, before and after Song Zhishu arrived, whenever someone asked him for help, he would do his best to do so.

But now, instead of immediately agreeing, he looked up to find "Lele" and "Tingting" that the boy had mentioned. Behind him, he saw two brightly dressed girls playing happily, but their eyes kept glancing at them, probably checking if they had found their water carrier.

Chang Qing turned around and replied indifferently, "They seem to have a lot of free time, and they're all perfectly healthy."

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the three people and the other two people who could hear the whole thing.

The boy's smile froze on his face before he could even finish. His eyes widened in disbelief at his answer, and it took him a long time to find his voice: "But...but...we are boys, we should help the weak girls as much as we can."

Moreover, Lele and Tingting are very good-looking.

He secretly added in his mind, puffing out his chest to show off and try to infect Chang Qing with his masculinity.

Chang Qing: ...?

No, does he think he's Song Zhishu? Can he just order him around without any reason?

"You're crazy." He glanced at the boy's thin arms and legs, then lowered his head to continue writing his own questions, his tone carrying Song Zhishu's unique aloofness and indifference: "You should look in the mirror more often; you might be much weaker than others."

Although there isn't a single "no" in the text, every word implies "don't want".

Boy: ...

Two girls: ...

No, buddies, the three of them are a bit off guard.

Actually, Chang Qing didn't mean anything by it. He felt that the two girls looked very healthy and had well-proportioned figures, while the weakling in front of him looked like a monkey, as if he would disappear with a gust of wind. So he was really not as healthy as the two girls, but he still insisted on showing off.

The boy probably understood that Chang Qing was referring to him as a greyhound, but the two girls were not.

Their faces burned with pain.

In their minds, girls are supposed to be thinner than boys, and Chang Qing's words just now were an insult to them for being fat.

Just as they were about to argue with Chang Qing, Song Zhishu walked in.

Her goals were always clear and straightforward, and she couldn't tolerate anyone other than Chang Qing.

The two girls immediately lost their temper and moved far away.

Song Zhishu saw Chang Qing working on the questions she had given him, nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly remembered something, took out her large water bucket that could hold a whole day's worth of water, and handed it to Chang Qing with a blank expression, saying succinctly: "Get some water."

The three of them saw Chang Qing suddenly stop writing, his face serious, solemnly take her water cup, weigh it in his hand, and then ask with concern in his eyes, "Is this all you have?"

Before Song Zhishu could answer, he continued to mutter to himself, "It's okay, I can just take more if it's not enough."

After asking and answering himself like that, he quickly got up and jogged to get some water.

The three people: ...May I ask? In short, Chang Qing has now learned to refuse, and since he learned to refuse, everyone has realized that he is not charitable; he just didn't know how to refuse before.

However, he refused Song Zhishu the first time, and after that, he could never learn to refuse her again.

Now, hearing Song Zhishu's direct request: to visit her class more often, Chang Qing's first reaction was "No." But the words caught in his throat, and he heard himself ask, "Why?"

Song Zhishu quickly replied, "Let them know what kind of person is important to me."

"They" refers to her classmates who got along well with her; most of them called her Sister Song.

Her answer was quick and straightforward, but it left Chang Qing with a bitter taste in his mouth.

He wanted to too.

He also wanted to try his hand in her life and let others know that, at least during his time in the countryside, he held a certain status in her life.

But the more one desires something, the more unrestrained one's sensitivity and inferiority complex become.

He has nothing to offer, and he knows that no matter how hard he tries now, the first impression people have of him will be: poor and stingy.

He was all too familiar with this word; it took him 12 years to go from being passionate to burning hot to being indifferent in his ears.

Just when he thought he could face this word with equanimity, Song Zhishu's invitation made him suddenly realize that he still hadn't escaped this curse.

He was terrified that his status would be rendered worthless by Song Zhishu's friends.

She was afraid people would ask her: "Is this the person you said is very important to you? How come he's so poor?"