Greed & Laziness (10)
Song Shu knew nothing about this because he had other troubles.
Back in the classroom, the cultural and entertainment committee member announced the activity that their class would hold for the school festival - a situational drama. The whole class would participate, with the main goal of making sure everyone was equally involved.
Song Shu: “…”
He remembered that he was the first one to reject this drama option. Since his opinion was so unimportant, why ask him? !
When Song Shu got the script, he felt even more confused. This was not the script he had seen, and why was he the protagonist?
Cultural and Entertainment Committee Member: "This is a story about a prince tasting forbidden fruit for the first time. Everyone thinks you are the most suitable person to perform it."
The other two leading actors are Qiao Qing and Qin Sang.
Song Shu: “…I don’t think so.”
Song Shu did not continue reading the script. He handed it back to the entertainment committee member and said, "Sorry, I can't act. Please find someone else."
On the one hand, his acting skills are not good, and on the other hand, he is busy investigating the case and does not have much time to rehearse, which is likely to drag everyone down.
The answer was expected, and the cultural and entertainment committee member was not angry. Instead, he handed him another piece of paper.
“Here’s another list of characters.”
Fearing that Song Shu would refuse, the entertainment committee member added: "Everyone has a role, and the class leader can choose whatever he wants."
Song Shu quickly browsed through them and chose a character of a big tree.
Cultural and entertainment committee member: “…”
He thought Song Shu would choose some supporting roles, but he didn't expect that the roles he chose were not real people.
Seeing that he was still not leaving, Song Shu wondered, "Is there any problem?"
Cultural and Entertainment Committee Member: “…No.”
The cultural and entertainment committee member left in a daze.
Song Shu leaned back in his chair and rubbed his brows. He really wanted to go crazy and scream, wondering who the murderer was.
Song Shu thought about replacing the key character with him. The drunkard was sneaking around the monastery to see him, the drunkard's wife was also mentally cheating on him, and the three dead people from Lily of the Valley Academy loved him to death - it was impossible no matter how you looked at it!
He didn't even know them.
He had just entered the world three days ago, and everything that happened before was just background. Only after he entered the world did the world start to work and his identity was created.
Song Shu tried very hard to find clues from his memory, but in fact he could not find anything. He had no impression of this group of people. He asked 555 if the system had also tampered with his memory, and 555 cried out that it was unfair.
“Why does it feel like after three days of investigation, there is still zero progress?”
【This is the charm of handling cases. 】
Song Shu was unhappy: "It's so charming." It's even more charming than math problems.
[Well, don't worry. This world is still long, just take your time.]
Song Shu couldn't help but sigh again, and then a candy appeared in his field of vision.
Following his gaze, Qiao Qing blinked: "You seem very unhappy."
When Song Shu saw Qiao Qing, he realized that the biggest clue had always been with him. He hesitated a little, ate the candy under Qiao Qing's expectant gaze, and began to shake his head: "Didn't I say that I was very interested in those cases, Qiao Qing, I have a question for you."
This was the first time Song Shu had spoken to him so seriously in the past few days. Seeing his own shadow in Song Shu's eyes, Qiao Qing felt as if he was illuminated by the sun, and his mood improved a lot: "What's the problem? Tell me."
Song Shu tried to use words that would not scare Qiao Qing: "That is, do you know the deceased?"
Qiao Qing chuckled and looked at him with some resentment: "I'm not really scared, you don't have to be so cautious."
"Are you talking about the ones from Suzuran Academy? I've met all three of them. But we don't have any special connections. I also know about the diary. I guess they like me."
Qiao Qing curled her hair with her fingers: "What are you curious about? Ask me everything, I will answer."
Qiao Qing is very good-looking, with a somewhat androgynous appearance, very handsome. With a cheerful personality, many of his quirky little expressions are very cute, like a little boy next door.
His tone was sweet and a little coquettish. Song Shu was not used to it, but she didn't feel uncomfortable.
Qiao Qing is indeed very cute.
Song Shu: "Then I asked."
Qiao Qing nodded: "Ask anything you want."
"The drunkard who died in the abbey afterwards, have you seen him?"
When mentioning this, Qiao Qing curled his lips and said, "I have seen it before."
That stupid priest in the monastery. Did he fucking think he liked him? He just went there to pray and pretended to be so, but he mocked him for his low IQ.
The priest was the first person Qiao Qing added to his hate list, followed by Qin Sang.
Why are these two people looking at him like he's an idiot?
Qiao Qing got angry when he thought of this. But he still answered Song Shu's question seriously: "I met the drunkard the first time I went to the monastery. He also went to pray. I met him again later, but we just had eye contact or saw each other."
"Drunkards go to the monastery every day. I didn't go there much before."
"However," Qiao Qing said mysteriously, "It's normal for him to fall in love with me."
Song Shu was amused by him: "What do you mean?"
Qiao Qing really wanted to be liked.
"Because I am likable, do you like me?" Qiao Qing hugged Song Shu's hand and smiled sweetly: "I like you very much, monitor."
This was the first time that Qiao Qing had such close contact with people of the same age. Although he was hooking up with Ji Ting and two other people, they were just chatting, and the most intimate action was to touch his head, and even only one person touched his head.
So he is still a clean little boy.
Qiao Qing leaned against Song Shu's arm, with his head resting on Song Shu's shoulder. He felt the soft hand in his arms, and couldn't help but look up at Song Shu. He could see Song Shu's chin and lips, which were rosy and plump. Before he could take a closer look, he was quickly pushed away by Song Shu.
With his arms empty, Qiao Qing felt a little lost. He moved closer and asked, "What else do you want to ask?"
"I also know the drunkard's wife."
Song Shu choked: "I heard that you are often followed by people. Are the people who follow you particularly extreme?"
Qiao Qing glanced at Song Shu's arm, and was a little eager to move: "I don't know, I haven't had much contact with it."
He wanted to hug her again.
Qiao Qing was curious: "Song Shu, there should be a lot of people who like you, right?"
Song Shu was holding a feather pen and writing something. His nose was straight, his profile was indifferent, his lips were pursed, and his lips were full. He answered casually, "I'm not sure."
"Aren't you curious about how many people like you?"
Song Shu paused: "Why are you curious?"
“It’s very nice to be liked by others.”
Song Shu did not comment: "Maybe sometimes I feel annoyed."
Qiao Qing watched Song Shu recording clues on paper, his white fingers tightly gripping the feather pen, his usually indifferent expression revealing his seriousness.
More seriously than looking at him.
Qiao Qing pursed his lips. He looked like a tool that would be thrown away after being used. After Song Shu finished asking the question, he looked at him again, and he still had that indifferent expression.
Compared with the previous careful comparison, there is always a little gap.
Qiao Qing was a little unwilling. He tried to interfere with Song Shu: "What role did you choose in the scene just now?"
Song Shu did not stop writing and answered: "Big tree."
Qiao Qing: “…?”
"What?"
Song Shu repeated: "A tree."
Qiao Qing was so shocked that he couldn't speak. It took him a while to find his voice: "With your face, you want to play a tree?!"
Song Shu was stunned by the question. After thinking for a while, he casually said, "But my acting skills are not good. I'd better play a tree."
In order to prove his height, he specially chose a big tree.
Song Shu: Get the plan√
555: [……. ]
It finally understood where the brainless Song Shu had gone.
Qiao Qing felt a little disappointed. He couldn't tell what he was disappointed about. He looked at Song Shu eagerly, then at the paper on Song Shu's desk: "Song Shu."
"Um?"
"Class monitor?"
"What's wrong?"
"Song Shu!"
Qiao Qing emphasized his tone, and Song Shu finally looked over, so that Qiao Qing could finally see him clearly in Song Shu's pupils.
It was tiny, clearly in his eyes, but Song Shu seemed not to be looking at him at all.
Qiao Qing was depressed and didn't care about anything else. He said something insignificant to Song Shu and turned back. But Song Shu really turned back and didn't notice his emotion at all.
Qiao Qing gritted his teeth.
Song Shu is really...
Qiao Qing felt indescribably angry, and soon a candy was placed on the table.
Song Shu held the feather pen and said casually, "Didn't you say that you can eat candy when you are in a bad mood? Eat it, my deskmate who is in a bad mood."
Qiao Qing suppressed the corners of his mouth that were about to rise: "I'm not in a bad mood."
——
After school, Song Shu came to the monastery as usual. The priest in the robes looked at him slowly. When he looked over, the priest replied, "Overseer."
Song Shu had nothing to say.
Half an hour later, the cleaning work was completed. The priest put away the super thick book in his hand and looked at him: "Go home?"
Song Shu nodded: "But you don't have to take me back."
"you?"
The priest frowned: "Do I look very old?"
How can this be connected? Song Shu shook his head: "No, no, I can go back by myself. I feel embarrassed to always ask you to send me back."
The priest smiled and said, "Is anyone jealous?"
Song Shu: “…No.”
"Then lead the way."
The priest was impatient.
Song Shu always felt that the priest was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. The only person he knew with this kind of personality was his brother, but he didn't receive the usual familiar information from the priest.
This time the priest also sent the child downstairs and left.
When Song Shu went upstairs, he was still thinking about how to explain to Qin Sang, but this time Qin Sang seemed very sleepy. She said welcome home to him, tilted her head, and continued to sleep.
Song Shu poked him several times but he didn't wake up. When Song Shu finished eating and taking a shower, he went out and found Qin Sang lying quietly on his bed and continuing to sleep.
The prints feel slightly hot, but it's bearable.
Song Shu lay down on the other side of the bed and spent the night peacefully.
In the morning, Qin Sang forced herself to finish breakfast and lunch. Song Shu packed her lunch and came to the classroom. Qin Sang was still sleeping like a sleepyhead. Song Shu was a little worried that Qin Sang had some rare disease.
He looked at Qin Sang from time to time, and in between glances, he saw the baby-faced man who had to come here to punch in with milk every day.
Qiao Qing probably slept late and hasn't come yet. The baby-faced man stood in front of him: "Song Shu..."
Song Shu: "Qiao Qing hasn't come yet, just put it on his desk, I'll tell him for you."
Baby Face was silent. Song Shu rubbed his eyes, thinking that the milk was placed on his table when Baby Face left.
"You called my name... yesterday."
"Today's flavor is strawberry, but Qiao Qing doesn't like strawberries. Do you like them? Yesterday's flavor was chocolate, I'm sorry..."
Song Shu:?
Song Shu looked up at the baby-faced boy with a puzzled look on his face.
Baby Face tugged his fingers nervously, "Don't you like it?"
The stool next to him was pulled away, and Song Shu reminded him, "Qiao Qing is here."
After saying that, he lowered his head and stopped looking at the baby face.
But the baby-faced girl still stubbornly stuffed the milk into his hand, and said angrily: "I'm giving it to you."
Song Shu: ? ?
Qiao Qing on the side also handed over a bottle: "This is mine, drink mine."
Song Shu: ???
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