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Chapter 787: Metamorphosis - The Transformed Form (29)

Unsurprisingly, apart from the two of them, no one else noticed that the two seemed to be getting along a bit. Even when they went home for a while, Grandpa didn't even realize it. After all, both of them were quiet people and rarely exchanged more than a few words at home.

On the way home, Chang Qing would come over to talk to her from time to time. Most of the conversations were trivial, and he spoke haltingly. He would just stare at her with his puppy-dog-like, wet eyes.

Song Zhishu remained expressionless and silent. Once, Chang Qing finally mustered the courage to talk to her, but Song Zhishu, as if anticipating his words, glanced at him and frowned, saying, "I don't want to talk to you." Chang Qing left dejectedly again.

He just watched her from afar as she went about her business, and he always felt an indescribable sadness.

He couldn't help but laugh when he thought about the words the production team, who were now huddled in some unknown corner, had earnestly told Song Zhishu before she arrived: "We must use love to influence her and make her conduct upright."

It's unclear who's changing whom now.

Their relationship, which resembled a one-sided Cold War, lasted for more than half a week until an uninvited guest arrived at Song Zhishu's class on an ordinary Wednesday.

Chang Qing has grown taller very quickly, and is now almost the same height as the boys in Song Zhishu's class. However, his face is too delicate and handsome, and he still has a childish look, so it is easy to recognize that he is not from the same class or grade.

However, no one in the class cared at that time. They just thought he was there to see his older sister or brother. They were still making a huge fuss, except for a few people who saw his face and exclaimed, "His chubby face is so cute!"

She was cute, but her cold, expressionless face, especially her almost flat, unapproachable mouth and sharp, icy eyes, made them hesitate to approach her. They always felt that she resembled someone else.

But it only crossed my mind briefly; I didn't take it to heart.

Unsurprisingly, Chang Qing didn't take the others to heart.

When he stepped across the threshold, no one realized that something was wrong. Only when he stood firmly beside Song Zhishu did the commotion quiet down, followed by an uproar.

Standing beside Song Zhishu were two or three men and women. While not exactly shady characters, they certainly looked somewhat improper and didn't seem like they were up to anything. When they saw an unfamiliar child approaching, their previous playful smiles towards Song Zhishu vanished instantly. One of them scanned Chang Qing up and down, his small eyes filled with suspicion. "Tch, this pretty boy, who knows where he came from? He thinks he can follow our Sister Song?! Are you kidding me?!"

He confidently tossed his hair, finally getting his wish to let the loose strands cover his hairline, and spoke like a thug: "Hey? Who are you? Don't force yourself into circles you can't fit into, okay?"

He thought himself arrogant and domineering, and had already smugly figured out what Song Zhishu would reward him with—just that latest finger technique for Busy Glory!

He was feeling quite pleased with himself when suddenly his leg was kicked for no apparent reason.

The force was just right, enough to daze him but not hurt his brain, and he immediately recognized the familiar feeling: it was his sister Song who kicked him.

No, why?

He looked at Song Zhishu blankly, only to receive a cold look in return.

Chang Qing was unaware of their ulterior motives. He only knew that he didn't want to lose Song Zhishu—a friend for the time being. He never associated with such shady characters. He was too young to distinguish between fear and a simple, unassuming reluctance to provoke others. So, he stood thin and frail among them, dressed in a simple, faded suit, surrounded by people who deliberately wore black to complement Song Zhishu's white dress. With his bright, clear eyes, he looked like a little lamb.

He lowered his eyes, still unable to navigate so many people he resisted or even disliked with ease. He nervously twisted the hem of his clothes, wanting to say something to Song Zhishu, but not knowing what to call her.

He didn't speak, and Song Zhishu remained silent as well, staring intently at the other students in his class, who were looking at each other, holding their breath, afraid of missing a single thing.

Wow, Sister Song is awesome! She has all sorts of gossip right away.

Finally, Chang Qing realized that he could no longer waste his time like this. He did everything after careful consideration, which meant that he was a person who paid great attention to results.

Leaving his seat and stepping over the threshold, he had exhausted all his courage. At this final moment, he could no longer back down. So he held his breath, his eyelashes trembling slightly, a radiant beauty like the fluttering of butterfly wings.

"I...I came...to play with you."

The voice was very soft and weak. The person closest to him was the one who had just been kicked by Song Zhishu. He couldn't even hear him clearly. Always loud and impatient, he leaned closer and shouted, "Speak louder!"

He was kicked again, and this time he didn't need to discern the technique or the force to know it was Sister Song.

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In Chang Qing's worldview, this "big brother's" tone and volume could be described as shouting, but in his almost pure circle, no one had ever spoken to him like that.

He couldn't help but shudder, clenching his fists, a sense of hesitation and despair inexplicably rising in his heart.

However, as he was lost in thought, Song Zhishu suddenly stood up and walked past the crowd. Chang Qing, with her sensitive and quick-witted mind, was the first to see this action, and couldn't help but wonder: What was she going to do? Should she ignore him and continue doing her own thing, or should she teach him a lesson?

In fact, Chang Qing didn't realize that he was actually an almost incurable pessimist. He would always anticipate the worst possible outcome beforehand, thus reducing the mental burden when the actual result came out.

This cannot be blamed on him, because from childhood to adulthood, all the choices and events Chang Qing experienced had the worst possible outcome.

But Song Zhishu did not do it that way.

With almost unquestionable force and attitude, she firmly grabbed Chang Qing's wrist, intending to take him out.

The boy, still unwilling to give up after being kicked twice, asked, "Sister Song, where are you taking him?"

Song Zhishu was exceptionally patient with this little fool. She even gave him a sidelong glance and an impatient remark: "You guys are making a mess and scaring him. I'm going to take him outside to talk."

Boy: It's so messy, sob sob... Sister Song said I'm messy, sob sob TAT...

Others: ...Can we stop focusing on these trivial things?

Wait, what about them?!