Chapter 7 Chapter 7 I Like You

The school corridor stretched out in a long line, and secret whispers could be heard from every slightly opened door. In the bright light, countless malicious eyes were hidden in the dark cracks of the doors, fantasizing about He Songfeng to their heart's content.

Even after being humiliated like this, he still sought out Cheng Yiliao to ask for his affection.

So pitiful.

A whistle suddenly sounded from the crack of the door, deliberately telling Cheng Yiliao that someone was coveting him.

Cheng Yiliao turned around and looked at so many doors, but he couldn't find the culprit at all.

He Songfeng deserves to be treated like this.

Don't push away, don't refuse, at most you'll say a few harsh words to tease people.

It seems to be the indifference of the flower on the high mountain, but in fact it is the tacit approval of the clay Buddha's self-degradation.

Cheng Yiliao smiled because he saw this.

He pinched He Songfeng's chin, took a puff of thick cigarette and held it between his lips, pinched He Songfeng's lips open with his fingers, and leaned forward.

He Songfeng's expression changed drastically, and for the first time his hands showed signs of resistance.

However, Cheng Yiliao stopped at a perfectly short distance, which was probably the distance between He Songfeng's thumb and index finger.

A thick smoke swept across the distance and forced its way into He Songfeng's throat.

It's more humiliating than a forced kiss or a slap in the face.

The humiliation brought by Cheng Yiliao will be integrated into He Songfeng's blood along with the oxygen, and will be transported to his limbs and bones, even to his brain, through the heart's pressure increase, becoming a part of his body.

Cheng Yiliao wrote the first horizontal stroke of the Chinese character "正" on He Songfeng's body.

Cheng Yiliao opened his mouth and said four words.

He Songfeng's expression became increasingly ugly, and he could no longer maintain the coldness and loneliness of the white jade plate, which began to crack with several gray spots.

"I pity you."

Every one of the four words Cheng Yiliao recited was like a nail falling off, hitting He Songfeng's ears.

After saying that, Cheng Yiliao didn't continue to embarrass He Songfeng. He let him go, then turned around and walked into the dormitory.

The clever He Songfeng couldn't utter a word at this moment.

His thin body was tottering as he stood against the wall, his hands hanging down, clutching the hem of his clothes tightly. The bones of his thin palms stretched the skin tightly, and the meridians wrapped around his finger bones were about to burst out.

There was a slight trembling sound between the bones.

Forget it...

Forget it.

He Songfeng persuaded himself, and soon he returned to the dead silence of a withered lotus. Half of his body bent down like a broken branch, and he hooked his hand to pick up his things from the ground.

A foot stepped over and pressed on the back of He Songfeng's hand.

He Songfeng didn't even bother to look up. If the other party didn't move, he wouldn't move either.

"Brother Liao feels pity for you? Hahahaha—how come I didn't know Brother Liao had compassion?"

The sound came sharply from above He Songfeng's head, and the force of stepping on someone was not as strong as the force of laughing.

Cheng Yiliao's voice echoed from the dormitory: "Zhou Biao, go back to your room, you're an eyesore."

The tall and thin man's expression suddenly changed. He was surprised that Cheng Yiliao was still silently paying attention to He Songfeng.

Her expression first showed humiliation and disgust, then unwillingness to accept it. However, she pinched her throat and responded in a flattering voice: "Okay, right away! Right away!"

He Songfeng picked up his Three Good Students certificate and held it in his hand while cursing:

"Dog eunuch."

Cheng Yiliao is the emperor of the dog world, and Zhou Biao is the eunuch dog of the dog emperor.

One word cursed twice.

He Songfeng pursed his lips and smiled softly, these three words made himself happy.

Zhou Biao's eyes turned and he looked back and forth quickly. After confirming that Cheng Yiliao could not see outside, he put one foot on He Songfeng's shoulder.

The soles of the shoes pressed against the ground, forcing He Songfeng's already broken body to become even more limp, almost to his knees.

He Songfeng did not resist. He raised his head and looked at Zhou Biao calmly, then looked at the wide-open door frame.

"If you kick me, I'll tell him you raped me."

The ferocity on Zhou Biao's face suddenly froze, and the muscles from the corner of his mouth to the wing of his nose were twitching.

"Ha ha--"

He laughed dryly.

He took the sole of the shoe off He Songfeng's shoulder, but he couldn't let go of the anger. He turned around and stepped on the suitcase, kicking it out like a ball, kicking the suitcase several meters away. It fell to the lowest point along the edge of the stairs with a whoosh, and with two bangs, it exploded completely, and the things inside also exploded.

"Rape you? You're bound to get it sooner or later."

Zhou Biao pointed his finger at He Songfeng's face from a distance, with a playful smile on his face.

He Songfeng also raised his finger and pointed at Zhou Biao, tapped his finger twice, and said with a smile: "Dog eunuch."

"Zhou Biao! Go back to your room." Cheng Yiliao urged in a harsh voice.

"……oh!"

Zhou Biao was filled with rage, but Cheng Yiliao strangled him to death.

He suppressed his expression cowardly, scratched his head in annoyance, and walked into the dormitory with his head buried like an ostrich.

The troublemakers had all left, and the corridor fell into an eerie silence. It wasn't a complete silence, though; tiny whispers drifted through the air. Without the Dog Emperor to suppress them, the gazes from the darker places grew more intense.

The spectators upstairs were not satisfied with just listening, so they leaned over to look down from the gap between the stairs.

He Songfeng breathed a sigh of relief, with a wooden face, and slowly walked down the stairs holding the handrail.

The slender wrist rested on the armrest, and the fingers tapped lightly on the surface of the glass armrest.

He himself did not realize that the fingers he casually placed on the armrest had become a small piece of paper that attracted bees and butterflies, causing those eyeballs to follow the flying pieces of paper like stupid butterflies.

The spectators hiding upstairs didn't have to worry about being recognized by He Songfeng because of the distance, so they spoke louder and more explicit words, and in the process they stripped He Songfeng's clothes and indulged in lustful fantasies about his penis.

"The student union will be here soon to check the dormitory occupancy status."

A strange voice sounded from behind He Songfeng, and the noisy voices upstairs died down in an instant, disappearing without a trace.

A hand passed around He Songfeng's body, the cuffs of the white shirt were rolled up at the elbow, and the exposed wrist was wrapped with a knotted bracelet woven with small wooden blocks of various shapes. When it was stretched out, a crisp clanging sound could be heard.

"Let me help you."

As he spoke, the man had already picked up the scraps of cloth on the ground and gathered them in his palm. Not minding the dirt or the cheapness, he considerately flattened them, folded them, and put them into the box.

"He Songfeng? Your name is very nice."

When the other person saw the blurred name on the certificate, he smiled and extended his hand to He Songfeng.

"My name is Zhang Hejing, nice to meet you."

He Songfeng didn't even look at him, let alone respond.

After hurriedly sorting out the things, he gathered the box again and pressed his hands on both sides of the box to prevent the tattered box from opening to the sides.

He walked up the stairs with an ugly posture, hunched over, and struggling to push the suitcase.

Zhang Hejing followed behind silently, his eyes fixed on He Songfeng's back without blinking. With an anatomical gaze, he scanned the bones and muscles of the back, recording every ups and downs.

He followed He Songfeng silently, walked into the dormitory with him, and followed his shadow until the other person walked into the room.

If it weren't for the clanking sound of the wooden bracelet on his wrist, his presence would not even be noticed.

Zhang Hejing followed He Songfeng all the way to his dormitory door, until the door closed, cutting off all sight.

Zhang Hejing then stopped following, half-closed his eyes, supported his waist with one hand, smoked a cigarette outside the door before leaving with a lingering feeling.

The cigarette butt was deliberately thrown in front of He Songfeng's door, implying that someone had been there.

This behavior is more like tailing than following.

At that moment, it seemed that if He Songfeng was a step slower in closing the door, Zhang Hejing, who seemed harmless on the surface, would squeeze in at any time, and he would have no idea what would happen next.

Too timid to think about it.

The dormitories at Jialin International Private High School are not traditional four-person dormitories, but a complete apartment with a kitchen, bathroom, and living room, with four separate bedrooms.

He Songfeng's room was sandwiched between Cheng Yiliao and Zhang Hejing's rooms, while Zhou Biao was next to the apartment door, leaning against Cheng Yiliao.

He Songfeng sat on the edge of the bed with his head down, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned around and found a yellowed charger from the plastic bag to charge his phone.

The phone was powered on after it was fully charged, but before the system could react, a video call started ringing like a bombardment, each one louder than the last.

He Songfeng answered the video call.

Zhao Jie didn't even bother to look at him. He was hysterical and cursed: "He Songfeng! You stinky bastard! I didn't send you to Jialin City to sell -bitch. Come back - come back!"

He Songfeng frowned and put the phone away because he was annoyed by the noise.

"Where are you? Are you already in the hotel?! How dare you let others sleep? I - I -"

Zhao Jie was so angry that he was incoherent, and his words were like the whirring of a blower.

“…………”

He Songfeng: "I'm in the dormitory."

Zhao Jie didn't believe it, still with a fierce look on his face: "Then who was the one who just asked you if you would sell it?"

"classmate."

Zhao Jieyi became even angrier, slamming his hand on the table and yelling, "You got bullied by your classmates? Damn it, tell me his name, and I'll get someone to deal with him."

He Songfeng quietly turned the volume of his phone to the minimum.

"I don't know him."

He Songfeng's calm and collected expression forced Zhao Jieyi to suppress his temper and talk to him properly.

"Then why did you turn off your phone, dear? I was so worried and sad."

He Songfeng didn't explain, but pointed the camera at the charger on the socket.

"Oh, it turns out the battery is out." Zhao Jie chuckled. He felt more relieved than embarrassed.

"Look at what this has caused. How about this? I'll transfer you two hundred yuan as my apology."

"Um."

Zhao Jie stared at the calm and composed man in the video. He changed the subject, licked his lips, and hummed in a low, cloying voice, "Good boy, let me check you out."

He Songfeng frowned slightly, his voice still as light as ever: "I don't have it."

"I didn't say you were having an affair outside, it's just that I miss you so much, please help me."

“…………”

He Songfeng pursed his lips and placed his hands on his thighs helplessly.

"Good boy, please save me."

Zhao Jie begged with a groan.

"Um."

He Songfeng loosened his lips and moved slightly.

His movements were clumsy and small.

…………

"Is this... okay?"

He Songfeng gently asked the man on the other end of the video.

The man over there was fascinated by what he saw, as if he was possessed by a ghost, with his eyes almost popping out.

"Good boy, turn the camera up."

He Songfeng obediently moved the camera upwards.

"Please make some moves."

Zhao Jieyi's face was pinched together in a daze.

In this numbness with a lingering pain, He Songfeng's eyelids drooped, trembling uneasily, and he cautiously discussed with the other party through his narrow throat:

"We are in a relationship, right, Jieyi?"

"Uh-huh."

Zhao Jieyi responded perfunctorily.

"Can you tell me 'you love me'?"

He Songfeng asked softly.

Zhao Jie's head was buzzing with heat, and he panted and frantically kissed the screen twice, calling out names and scolding:

"He Songfeng, I love you so much, you dirty thing!"

He Songfeng had a bright smile on his face, once again taking the humiliation as a medal in a morbid way.

There was a subtle red light flashing in Zhao Jieyi's pupils, which was a prompt from the mobile phone system that was recording the screen.

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