Chapter 8 Chapter 8 What movie? Send it to see...

"Good boy, move the camera up a little so I can see your face."

"Yeah." He Songfeng obediently moved the camera upwards again.

Zhao Jie bought He Songfeng's low-browed and pleasing dress for only two hundred yuan.

He Songfeng lowered his body and smiled submissively, revealing a mole.

This is a very good deal.

The man on the other end of the video blushed crimson, and kept repeating the word "good boy".

"Open your eyes."

He Songfeng slowly opened his eyes.

"Tsk tsk, close it again."

He Songfeng still did as he was told.

Zhao Jie let out a long breath, quickly clicked twice on the screen, and turned off the screen recording.

He then entered the Sage Moment and began to comment on He Songfeng: "Do you remember what I said?"

He Songfeng pulled off his upper body clothes and smoothed them out: "Which sentence?"

“You—you…”

Zhao Jie wiped the screen of his mobile phone and sighed a few words.

He Songfeng was really used to being humiliated, so he didn't feel any pain or reaction when he heard these words.

He opened his eyes and stared at Zhao Jie through the screen, feeling nothing.

At first he could still refute: I am not making noises, nor am I seducing anyone.

Now he didn't even say a word, just endured it silently.

Numbness is the end note of pain, and pain is the beginning note of numbness.

He Songfeng couldn't tell, couldn't smell, which stage he was in.

"It's late, I want to go to bed." He Songfeng reminded the other party.

But before Zhao Jie could react, all that was left was a black screen. When he called again, there was only the mechanical and cold AI prompt sound.

"The other party is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later."

He Songfeng put down his turned-off cell phone and moved to sit on the edge of the bed again, with only half of his body sitting on the ground and the other half hanging in the air.

The body drooped down exhaustedly, both the person and the spirit were sinking downwards, leaving only a skinny spine of flesh and bones standing there.

He rubbed his brows tiredly. After finishing everything, he walked to the full-length mirror and stared at the body in the mirror.

His face was filled with the coldness and indifference of someone used to being humiliated, without any trace of emotion.

He looked so unfamiliar, as if this body was not his.

He Songfeng raised his hand and placed it on the face of the person in the mirror, affectionately stroking the secret in the other person's eyebrows and eyes.

"He Songfeng, you are so vulgar."

Whether it was Cheng Yiliao's humiliation of him in public, or Zhao Jieyi's extremely harsh insults to him, or Zhou Biao's coveting, and Zhang Hejing's kindness laced with selfish desires.

He never pushed it away.

He Songfeng put his arm in from the bottom of the shirt, and pulled it straight up, pulling the T-shirt up to his collarbone.

Beneath the delicate and warm human skin lies necrotic flesh and bones.

They were unable to react to the intense touch and endured it numbly.

He Songfeng belatedly realized and said "hmm", accepting the result of necrosis.

He stepped back and pulled off his T-shirt.

He looked up and met the eyes of the person in the mirror.

He smiled faintly and boasted quietly: "You are so beautiful."

After the praise, she quickly lowered her head, narrowed her eyes shyly, covered her cheeks with her cold palms, and took a long time to calm down shyly.

He Songfeng, stop being so narcissistic. He scolded himself softly.

Outside the window, birds began to chirp urgently, indicating to He Songfeng that it was getting late and time to rest.

He simply tidied up the room and his luggage. Fortunately, there was a simple change of clothes in the plastic bag, so they were not trampled into shreds along with the luggage.

What was even more fortunate was that He Songfeng actually had nothing that could be destroyed by that group of people, and the so-called clothes were just two sets of junior high school uniforms.

He is still wearing Zhao Jieyi's clothes.

He Songfeng fell on the bed, his hands clenched at the hem of his clothes, and fell into a restless sleep.

When the first bell rang in the morning, He Songfeng opened his eyes and sat up from the bed without any reluctance.

As usual, I moved to the edge of the mattress and sat down with restraint and dullness.

After taking a deep breath, he opened the door and went to wash up.

When I walked out of the dormitory, the whole building was too quiet, like a lifeless haunted house. Even if there were a few people walking by, it would still have a zombie-like atmosphere because it was too early.

The classrooms for poor students are not in the same building as those for students admitted normally, and even the classes are called "preparatory classes".

People entered the classroom one after another, and by the time the second bell rang, the classroom was already full.

The whole morning passed without anything special happening.

It’s nothing more than reading in class and reviewing after class.

The classroom was also exceptionally quiet, with only the sound of diligent pens writing being heard. Even self-introduction seemed redundant in such a motivated class.

The lunch bell rang and everyone in the classroom rushed out.

He Songfeng slowly and methodically dealt with the clutter on the table, cleaned it up, and then slowly stood up with one hand supporting the table.

There were a few other people in the classroom who were equally slow-paced, so they naturally gathered together and walked in a group.

He Songfeng stood at the outermost edge of the group, looking at every inch of the world around him with envy.

The sun at noon in September is so strong that it can make even black objects appear white, and the gray buildings are then shone with a bright white glow.

The green leaves sway slowly in the hot wind. Whether it is flowers or grass, everything here is dazzling and full of vitality.

Even He Songfeng looked a bit more energetic in the photo.

His eyes looked at the sparkling world, sparkling with brilliance.

He vowed to study harder, get into the best school, get a job at the best company, and go abroad to marry Zhao Jieyi, whom he considered the best lover.

He believed that life would get better day by day and he would always live the best life he thought.

Then a flash of light as bright as a needle pierced his sparkling dream.

He Songfeng stood there in a daze, his eyes wide open and lifeless, staring blankly at the center between his eyes, breathing rapidly.

Click—click!

Two more flashes of light forced He Songfeng to raise his hands and frown, hiding his eyes between his fingers, carefully observing what was happening.

A camera.

He Songfeng stared at him warily, with the corners of his mouth slightly lowered.

Unhappy, but considerate of the other person's feelings, not so obviously unhappy.

"Hello, I'm from the school publicity department. Can I take a picture of you?"

The girl showed He Songfeng her camera openly. "There's a vote for the school idol next week, and someone mentioned your name. Can I take a picture of you?"

He Songfeng stared at the other person blankly, not refusing, but not saying yes either.

Quietly wasting time with the girl.

The girl hung the camera around her neck, put her hands together and pressed them against the tip of her nose, and pleaded with the handsome boy in front of her in a way that was like praying to God:

"Please, please, don't reject me."

Because of "decency", the restraint on He Songfeng's face turned into a distant smile.

"Can."

"Great! Don't worry, I will definitely help you get votes. I will support you to become the only school idol in Jialin City!"

The girl raised the camera with both hands, tilted her head and winked at He Songfeng. After confirming the position, she raised the lens and aimed it at He Songfeng, saying, "Handsome boy, look at the camera, don't be so reserved, relax~"

He Songfeng took a deep breath, straightened his body like a stone slab, and let his hands hang straight down beside his legs. He turned his neck slightly to follow the camera, and a faint clicking sound came from his neck.

There was a sense of stiffness from the inside out.

The girl didn't rush to press the flash button, but praised it repeatedly: "Oh, it looks very good, very beautiful, that's it, keep it up."

The camera's huge round lens was like the eye of a giant monster, monitoring He Songfeng's every move fiercely without blinking.

He Songfeng became more and more nervous as he looked at her. He held his breath, his eyes wide open, but his expression was almost blank, and he didn't dare to look her in the eye.

"Handsome guy, smile."

He Songfeng smiled, but subconsciously lowered his head to smile, and his eyelids drooped.

The lens flashed an even more dazzling white light, and at the same time emitted several extremely fast scratching sounds.

The girl happily came up to He Songfeng, put the camera screen right under his nose, and praised loudly: "It's beautiful, really beautiful!"

He Songfeng looked at himself in the camera.

The girl was not lying, she was indeed beautiful.

And because the lighting was just right, the pose, though restrained, was given a unique flavor by the youthful innocence of youth. The resulting portrait wasn't the stereotypical, sugary-textured portraits you see in photo studios, but rather, a hazy gray-green hue, a snapshot of the love for white moonlight evoked in memories.

Stunning and natural.

The girl was very satisfied with the photos and patted He Songfeng on the shoulder: "Have you eaten? I'll treat you."

He Songfeng shook his head and declined: "No thanks."

"Hahaha—fine then, just wait and see how you become the most handsome boy in Jialin City in half a month!"

The girl sighed heartily, then turned around and leaned closer with her camera, muttering, "I'll also help you register for the school beauty pageant."

He Songfeng didn't react much to the girl's teasing.

With a mild smile on his face, he listened calmly and tolerantly to the girl's every move.

The girl's phone rang. She picked it up and took a look. Her expression immediately changed to one of being in a hurry. She ran away while waving goodbye from He Songfeng: "Bye, bye, I'm going to take the next photo. I'll definitely treat you to a meal when I have time!"

He Songfeng put his hands down and folded them in front of him. He watched the girl leave, then he looked away, adjusted his direction and continued walking towards the cafeteria.

In the dormitory.

Cheng Yiliao sat on the sofa, with the latest game console plugged into the LCD TV screen. On the screen was a recently released action game, and the little characters in it flashed flexibly under Cheng Yiliao's control.

The content taught in this school's preparatory classes is completely different from that of regular classes. For students like Cheng Yiliao, the school only provides basic English instruction, with the rest being various interest clubs and activities.

As for further studies? Just rely on letters of recommendation. There's no need to study so hard.

Zhou Biao was sitting next to him playing with his phone, wearing headphones, concentrating so much that his eyes were almost stuck into the screen.

Cheng Yiliao put down the handle, shook the cigarette box on the table upside down, and found it was empty.

Cheng Yiliao casually threw the cigarette box in front of Zhou Biao and ordered, "Go buy a pack of cigarettes."

Zhou Biao didn't move and didn't notice that Cheng Yiliao was talking to him.

Cheng Yiliao raised his leg and kicked Zhou Biao, causing him to fall to the ground.

"Didn't you hear me?"

Zhou Biao blinked violently as if waking from a dream, rubbed his face vigorously with his hands, and responded dully: "Oh oh...oh oh..."

Even so, Zhou Biao still held the phone tightly in his hand, and while getting up from the ground, he murmured in his sleep: "I'll go buy it right away, right away, right away..."

Cheng Yiliao glimpsed the contents on the screen, sneered, and raised his hand with his five fingers pointing inwards.

"What kind of movie could fascinate you like this?"

Cheng Yiliao's fingers tapped the table lightly, sounding an alarm that could not be refused.

"Put your phone here."

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