Chapter 1 Chapter 1 You look like a dog

"We have arrived at the Jialin International Private High School stop. Passengers getting off at this stop please proceed in an orderly manner..."

He Songfeng was the only one on the bus who got off at this stop, but the bus was surrounded by countless luxury cars in front, behind, and on both sides, blocking the school gate.

He Songfeng dragged his gray suitcase towards the school gate. The September sun was so hot that it could melt people.

The young masters and young ladies were escorted to the door by special people holding umbrellas, but He Songfeng was the only one who walked silently under the scorching sun like a monster, not fitting in.

The wheels of the suitcase under his hand made a harsh clanging sound, attracting the attention of people around him.

Fortunately, he was handsome, so the looks from those who looked at him as an alien gradually changed from disgust to strange stares.

He Songfeng's face was calm. He was obviously used to such stares and did not think it was shameful. He did not even frown.

Someone stopped He Songfeng at the school gate and took his luggage. "Student, due to the high temperatures, the start of school has been delayed until the day after tomorrow. Please hand your luggage over to the school administration department first. They will arrange for it to be sent to the dormitory and properly stored."

He Songfeng looked around and found that it was indeed the case.

When the young masters and young ladies handed over their things, they frowned at first, then smiled, feeling happy that they could have two more days of fun during the summer vacation.

"Yeah, okay."

He Songfeng walked under the shade of a tree nearby, and finally he had time to take a good look at the place where he would rest for the next three years.

My eyes first stopped at the stone tablet in front of the gate with the words - Jialin International Private High School.

The teaching buildings behind the school sign rise straight up from the ground like the mountains of Guilin. The independent teaching buildings are connected by a corridor of neatly trimmed vines, and below the corridor is a carefully tended garden of plants and trees.

A forest rooted in steel, leisurely resting in the bustling city.

This school is very famous throughout the country, not because of its high admission rate, but because the students who study here are either rich or noble, so it is jokingly called the aristocratic college.

He Songfeng has nothing to do with the nobility. Even his transportation fare to Jialin City was paid for by his boyfriend, a gangster who dropped out of school.

He came here to study only because the school, in order to improve the admission rate, promised him, a small town student who only wanted to take the exam: tuition is free, and food and accommodation are provided.

He Songfeng looked at the lush greenery that exuded the scent of money.

The force that seeps from my heart is not envy, but vicious resentment.

He hates

There are so many rich people in this world, why can't there be one more of him?

But He Songfeng didn't show it. He was very concerned about his reputation and always had to remain calm in the crowd.

There was a faint smile on his face, but he was actually worried about where to go.

At this moment, the cell phone in my pocket, which was so hot that it was about to explode, rang.

"Dear, I heard your school is delayed, so I'll pick you up and let you stay at my place for two days."

My boyfriend's voice rang out, his tone refusing to be rejected.

He Songfeng exhaled lightly, put his hand close to the phone, and whispered, "You are so considerate."

The other party laughed heartily, very satisfied with He Songfeng's coquettishness, and hurriedly took credit for it with He Songfeng: "Of course, I knew you were going to take the exam to come to Jialin City, so I came here early to rent a house and find a job so that I could take care of you more conveniently."

As he spoke, the man on the other end of the phone picked up the cheapest square box in front of the cabinet and held it in his hand.

"Let's not talk for now. It's so hot outside. I'll go find you first."

The other party hung up the phone directly and hummed a little tune excitedly about what was about to happen in the evening.

He Songfeng was still holding his cell phone in the shade of the tree. Even though his palms were numb from the heat of the phone, He Songfeng was still immersed in the joy of meeting true love.

He Songfeng felt that the only luck in her life was meeting her current boyfriend.

His boyfriend's family was considered to be relatively well-off in the town. He Songfeng's parents were both crazy and his father had passed away, so he relied entirely on his boyfriend to take care of him so that he could go to school and have food to eat.

The mobile phone in He Songfeng's hand was also given by the other party. After He Songfeng got the phone, he gave his first time to the other party as a return gift.

Eighteen-year-old He Songfeng hugged her boyfriend's neck affectionately in bed, revealing an expression of dependence and infatuation she had never seen before, and simply whispered a wish to the heavens:

"I love him, and I want to be with him forever."

Another group of boys came out from the school gate, arm in arm, talking and laughing.

The leading boy was particularly tall, wearing a black quick-drying sleeveless T-shirt and pants that were a bright yellow that was dazzling.

He laughed loudly, and beads of sweat rolled down his Adam's apple.

Under the scorching sun, blue veins bulged out around his wheat-colored arms.

"Cheng Yiliao, I heard that a poor student has entered your dormitory. You should install a surveillance camera to prevent these poor country folk from stealing things."

Cheng Yiliao said "Oh" absentmindedly. His mind was no longer on this group of sweaty and smelly boys.

His eyes were looking hard in one direction.

The group of people suddenly stopped talking and laughing, and looked in the direction Cheng Yiliao was staring.

There stood a thin, pale boy under the tree. He was tall and slender. Upon closer inspection, one could see that his oval face had a pair of calm and composed features.

Her medium-short hair fell over her collarbone, and the hem of her white shirt was worn down next to her jeans. Even in the scorching heat, not a single skin was exposed. The only thing that was exposed was her pair of slender white fingers, which were carefully holding up a mobile phone, as if she was talking to someone in a considerate way.

He Songfeng noticed the gaze, slowly put away his phone, and looked back calmly.

What he meant was, I know you are looking at me, please stop staring at me.

However, this gentle refusal was like a cloud of willow catkins that was swept by, making Cheng Yiliao's eyes itchy and his whole body feel itchy.

Cheng Yiliao feels:

This is coming and going, it is wanting to refuse but also to welcome, it is teasing and provoking.

"What is he looking at?"

"Who doesn't know what these country folks are thinking? They're leaving a good high school behind and coming here just to get laid and make money."

Several boys nearby were talking at once, almost saying that the person who was doing nothing under the shade of the tree but just watching them was cheaper than chickens and ducks.

"How could he not understand what we are looking at? He is also picking!"

The boys looked at each other and all their eyes fell on Cheng Yiliao, assuming that the boy under the shade of the tree was seducing Cheng Yiliao.

"Brother Liao, go ahead. They've already given you the signal."

The dirty lust in Cheng Yiliao's heart quickly found the moral high ground in such dialogue.

He called her a slut and called her shameless for seducing him.

Then, encouraged by everyone, he stepped forward.

"Guess how long it will take to get it?"

"About a week."

Cheng Yiliao sneered disdainfully: "I'll sleep with this bitch tonight."

He Songfeng breathed tiredly under the shade of the tree. Seeing the leading boy getting closer and closer, he felt something was wrong. It seemed that his refusal was taken as an invitation.

Before the other party arrived, he hurriedly stepped out of the shade of the tree and walked towards the zebra crossing. Unfortunately, the street light turned red, and he could not move and had to retreat back to the shade of the tree in the scorching sun.

In a moment, a strong, wheat-colored arm came across and blocked his way. A new Apple phone was placed in front of him, and he gave him a blunt order:

"Leave me your contact information."

He Songfeng didn't want to talk to anyone who coveted her except her boyfriend, so she ignored them and didn't even give them an extra glance. She stared at the red light on the zebra crossing and counted silently for a few seconds.

The slender, straight, white swan neck supported He Songfeng's arrogant and cold face.

Cheng Yiliao held his hand across the red light as he counted down, his expression growing increasingly gloomy as time went by.

The younger brothers watching on the side also held their breath and dared not make a fuss.

No one expected that when they were determined to get what they wanted, the other party would not even look at them.

The country people's arrogant indifference is the most naked humiliation to the young master's self-esteem.

What's more, he was humiliating him in front of so many of his younger brothers.

His behavior was like writing the word "idiot" on Cheng Yiliao's face.

Cheng Yiliao grabbed He Songfeng's shoulders and prevented him from leaving without permission when the light turned green.

He pressed the thin He Songfeng in front of him and forced He Songfeng to look at his mobile phone screen.

On the screen was his online banking balance, a long string of numbers that seemed to be about to burst through the screen.

Cheng Yiliao hummed and urged:

"Why are you pretending to be so noble? I'll transfer the money to you right now and sleep with me for one night."

He Songfeng's vicious resentment towards rich people became even stronger.

The next second, Cheng Yiliao's cell phone fell to the ground.

With a thud, it hit the gravel and bounced several times.

When turning back to the front, the dark crack on the screen was torn into a huge hole, and half of the screen was flashing red, green and yellow vertical stripes of electronic failure.

While Cheng Yiliao was bending down to pick up his cell phone, He Songfeng walked around him and headed towards the sidewalk.

The lowered hand just brushed against Cheng Yiliao's face, and the white and tender fingers looked like icicles hanging on the window sill, dangling precariously.

It is basically tempting people who are hot and humid to hold it, wishing they could grow five hands to hold these five dangling cold things in their palms.

Cheng Yiliao thought about it and then did it.

He did not hide his thoughts at all, and grabbed the wrist of the person who was walking out and pulled him back.

He Songfeng let out a low gasp of fear, and a moment of uncontrolled terror crossed his usually calm face. His eyes were wide open like a frightened deer.

Cheng Yiliao caught the moment of loss of control and was sure that this was also part of the bully's coyness.

By the time He Songfeng reacted, his cheeks had been completely pinched by Cheng Yiliao, and his whole body was trapped in Cheng Yiliao's hands like a carrot, unable to move.

"You embarrassed me."

Cheng Yiliao threatened in a low voice without restraining the strength in his hands, which made He Songfeng frown.

The smooth face like a jade plate finally showed cracks of suffering under Cheng Yiliao's harsh treatment.

But soon, the jade plate was as smooth as before, and there was even a hint of pity in his eyes.

It’s a pity that the little boy in front of me can’t get the respect he wants.

Cheng Yiliao's anger burned even more terrifyingly. He gritted his teeth and whispered viciously in He Songfeng's ear, grinding his back teeth:

"You can be so arrogant, but if I can't kill you, sooner or later I'll make you kneel before me and beg me to let you go."

He Songfeng's eyelids drooped slightly, revealing a hint of a smile.

Cheng Yiliao saw that there were two completely symmetrical black moles hidden in the center of He Songfeng's drooping eyelids.

The mole can only be seen when He Songfeng lowers his eyes, it is very hidden.

Cheng Yiliao gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, trying to cool down the surging heat coming out of his body.

What's the difference between this and lifting your skirt to deliberately expose the little secret between your legs? Aren't they both deliberately showing it to him and teasing him?

Cheng Yiliao's malice was easily extinguished by the two black moles. He was ready to reward He Songfeng's surrender, so he laughed along with He Songfeng.

But the next second, Cheng Yiliao could no longer laugh.

He Songfeng laughed at him:

"You look like a dog seeking sex."

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