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Chapter 795: Metamorphosis - The Transformed Form (37)

Grandpa's memory wasn't very good; he only felt the place was familiar and didn't notice his grandson's sudden stiffness. He simply nodded and asked, "Why?"

Song Zhishu's reply was simple: "I sent some more science books, and some people like them."

To be precise, it is Chang Qing who likes it.

Song Zhishu didn't do charity work because of Chang Qing. The educational resources here are indeed very poor, and she wants to try her best to make up for it. But in the process, she wants to give Chang Qing the best she can.

Chang Qing knew, and of course he knew too.

But he didn't care. He was content as long as Song Zhishu occasionally thought of her. The three days that Song Zhishu returned coincided with the Dragon Boat Festival holiday for high school students.

The two of them stayed at Chang Qing's house for three days without going anywhere else. Most of the time, Song Zhishu asked Chang Qing to tell her the stories that had happened to him over the past four years.

Chang Qing only tells her happy or funny stories, and sometimes even Song Zhishu can't help but laugh.

However, she later asked Chang Qing to also talk about his unhappiness and the grievances he suffered. Given Chang Qing's personality, he probably had a lot of grievances, and keeping them inside would probably kill him.

Chang Qing would smile and shake her head, then give her the sliced ​​watermelon that was chilled in water.

He meant that nothing bad had happened, only good things. Apart from his grandfather's deteriorating health, he didn't care about anything else.

Yes, as long as she's happy. Seeing her makes him happy, and he wants her to be happy too. Those silly things he didn't know why he remembered, those things gathering dust in his memory box, immediately come vividly to mind. Ironically, the sadness that he could never forget, the sadness that would make him hide in bed and cry secretly in middle school, seems especially worthless at this moment.

At other times, Song Zhishu would take out the more advanced and comprehensive materials and parts from his suitcase and teach Chang Qing to make some interesting things, which would take up an entire afternoon.

They remained as close as ever, as if the time that had passed was just a thin sheet of paper.

On the day Song Zhishu left, she reached out and hugged him.

The boy froze, unsure what to do with his hands. He could only lower his head so she wouldn't have to stand on tiptoe. His bright red earlobes seemed to reflect his pounding heart. He asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Song Zhishu simply said, "I'll be waiting for you in the capital."

Those familiar with Song Zhishu know that behind this seemingly ordinary statement lies an unwavering stubbornness—a determination that he is indispensable. It's difficult for most people to bear such affection.

But Chang Qing lowered his head and remained silent for a long time before finally gently pulling her close. His eyes were unfathomable, but his tone was light and earnest: "Okay."

Unbeknownst to Song Zhishu, after she left, Chang Qing locked herself in her room and silently shed another tear.

It seems that all of Chang Qing's tears in this life are meant to melt Song Zhishu's heart.

The next morning, he gave his grandfather countless instructions before going to school. He saw the banner hanging in the distance, and a group of students went to see it out of curiosity.

Chang Qing wasn't interested in these things, but perhaps because he was in a good mood, he also wanted to go and take a look.

When people see that he is a renowned academic genius, they will make way for him to see more clearly.

Therefore, Chang Qing clearly saw what was written on the banner.

"A heartfelt thank you to 'Song Zhishu and her little crybaby' for donating 1000 books to our school!"

The students discussed among themselves: "Does our country allow such long names?"

"...The country doesn't send you to school so that your intelligence will regress."

"Song Zhishu, and her little crybaby, should be punctuated like this? Is she a lesbian?"

"Why do you say that?"

"How could a crybaby be a boy? Boys can't cry."

"Big sister, when you have time, go home and cut your braids."

Chang Qing stood silently amidst the bustling crowd, watching the flamboyant banner. An uncontrollable smile played on her lips, her face radiant with the warmth of spring, like a long-awaited spring that had arrived late.

[Ding! Target's corruption value -5, current corruption value 5] After Song Zhishu returned to Kyoto, she didn't have nothing to do.

As the eldest daughter of the Song family, she has the right to squander her wealth, but also the obligation to inherit. Since Song Chao doesn't seem to have any intention of having another child, she can only make herself a cold and ruthless learning machine.

Ever since she returned from that reality show, she has become even more taciturn, and the sharp edge in her eyes has become even more piercing. She has become even more unknown.

She never mingles in any social circles, but her legend is everywhere within them.

Song Zhishu never attended any social banquets, but everyone knew her. She was a rising star in the business world, with a ruthless vision and unscrupulous methods that surpassed even Song Chao's.

She is upright and honest, and never does anything illegal.

However, she was also cunning and treacherous, and she did every immoral thing imaginable.

However, due to her personality, she doesn't mince words with others. She never hesitates to take what's rightfully hers and won't give way just because they are business partners, which makes most people very unhappy.

However, people still flocked to cooperate with her, because following her meant there was definitely something to gain.

However, because of her ruthless and merciless style, she herself suffered a lot. But she always gritted her teeth and swallowed her anger, then seized the opportunity to retaliate a thousandfold, delivering a fatal blow and regaining her former glory.

It must be said that like father, like daughter; like mother, like daughter. Song Zhishu perfectly embodies the spirit of her parents.

Her days in Kyoto were fulfilling yet empty. The temptations offered to her, both overt and covert, were utterly uninteresting. Yet, she didn't want to bother Chang Qing, so she could only savor the loneliness of success.

But recently, she has found new fun.

In this day and age, technology is the only true measure of success.

In the tug-of-war for talent, Song Zhishu rarely loses. No matter how tough and cold she is, no one can offer her the same level of competence.

Perhaps he's broken down. Recently, a physics genius has emerged in the public eye, frequently interviewed by the government, but due to his personal request, he never reveals his face or his true voice.

Geniuses appear every year, but what sets him apart is that at a young age, he is very interested in information technology and has mastered the core technologies of today's popular AI. It can be said that having him/her is having the wealth of the future.

This mysterious genius comes from a remote area and has only recently arrived in Kyoto. The bigwigs are secretly joining forces, preparing to offer a deal that even Song Zhishu couldn't come up with. Even if they don't make money, they want to vent their pent-up anger from the past few years, and they even plan to hold a banquet for it.