Do you want to stick to your brother like this?
In the next few days, Song Shuyang returned to the dormitory and lived obediently. He felt that he could not occupy Jin Zhou's bed every day, otherwise it would look embarrassing.
On the first night of his limited-time return, Guo Zixiu came over and asked him, "Any progress?"
Song Shuyang was puzzled. "What's the progress?"
"Have you two slept yet?"
"Shhhhhh!"
The other two roommates were in the dormitory. Luckily, one of them was playing games and the other was watching TV, so they didn't notice. Song Shuyang lowered his voice like an underground agent meeting, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll be really angry."
Guo Zixiu lowered his voice to match his own. "No, you two slept in the same bed for a week and nothing happened?"
"He doesn't sleep on a bed, okay? He always sleeps on the sofa."
Guo Zixiu hissed and said quietly, "Why does your tone sound a bit regretful?"
Song Shuyang: "..."
He really couldn't talk to Guo Zixiu anymore.
After washing up and climbing into bed, Han Zhuqing, who had been left out by him for several days, came to see him again and gave him a red envelope as soon as she came up.
"Fuck...this old scoundrel."
He cursed softly, and Guo Zixiu, who was lying on the opposite bed, happened to hear it. He came over and asked, "What's wrong, Yangyang?"
Song Shuyang was having trouble finding anyone to complain to, so he held up his phone to show him, "There's a greasy uncle trying to flirt with me, but my brother runs a shop and I can't offend him. Otherwise, I would have blocked him long ago. It's so annoying."
Guo Zixiu took his phone and flipped through the previous chat history. "Is he very rich? Is he praised by everyone around him?"
"I don't know if he has money, but his connections must be pretty strong."
Guo Zixiu returned the phone to him and gave him some serious advice: "In this case, you can just coax him verbally. In today's harmonious society, he can't really do anything to you. After a while, he won't be able to take advantage of you and will soon get tired of you."
Song Shuyang felt that what he said made sense. After all, he was a grown man, and it was no big deal if he was taken advantage of verbally. Jin Zhou's matter was more important.
"Should I accept this red envelope?"
"Just take it. It's only two hundred dollars at most. He's so rich, it's nothing to him."
Song Shuyang said "OK", accepted the red envelope, and asked, "How should I reply to him next?"
Guo Zixiu typed as he spoke: [Uncle, do you miss me?]
Han Zhuqing was so excited when she received his response that she sent a voice message directly. Song Shuyang was caught off guard and clicked it to play it. A voice mixed with bubbling sounds, "Little boy, uncle misses you too," echoed in the dormitory.
Guo Zixiu curled up in his bed, trying to hold back his laughter so hard that he felt like dying.
Roommate across the bed: "Yangyang, are you in an online relationship?"
My roommate across from me asked, "Is your online crush serious?"
Song Shuyang collapsed, holding his head: "Ahhh, it's not what you think!"
He had a boring day of classes on Tuesday, and suddenly it occurred to him that Jin Zhou hadn't contacted him much in the past two days. He was just thinking of an excuse to chat with him when he got the message: [What are you doing?]
Song Shuyang: [! You can even predict this]
Jin Zhou: [I did a fortune telling and figured out that someone is getting itchy.]
Song Shuyang: [What have you been doing recently? I haven’t heard from you for a long time]
Jin Zhou: [? We just met yesterday]
Jin Zhou: [Do you want to cling to your brother like this, Zai Zai?]
Song Shuyang instantly lost the desire to communicate.
After spending the entire night last night chatting awkwardly with Han Zhuqing, he was now suffering from PTSD. For a moment, he couldn't tell who was more greasy, the one with the surname Han or the one with the surname Jin.
He stuffed his phone back into the hole in the desk, listened attentively to the class for a minute, and then decided to force himself to chat for a while, as it was too unbearable.
Song Shuyang: [……]
Song Shuyang: [Would you like to have dinner together tonight?]
This time, Jin Zhou took a long time to reply: [I've been a bit busy these past two days. I believe you can eat alone. Come on.]
Song Shuyang: [……]
The invitation failed, and Song Shuyang suddenly felt that the already boring class was even more boring, so he started to harass other people randomly.
He sent a message to Jiang Ying: [What has Jin Zhou been busy with recently?]
Jiang Ying: [Didn’t you two add each other as friends?]
Song Shuyang: [No, we usually rely on carrier pigeons to send messages. If the pigeons are caught and roasted, we lose contact.]
Jiang Ying: [Your poor mouth is as poor as Old Jin's.]
Jiang Ying: [Didn’t he tell you that he can’t get a bar license? He’s been busy with this lately.]
Song Shuyang: [!!!]
That's not right. Doesn't he treat Han Zhuqing, the big Buddha, well every day? Why is he still picking on Jin Zhou?
He guessed that he was still remembering what happened at the KTV last time, so he quickly opened Han Zhuqing's chat box, thought for a while, and sent a message: [Brother Han, are you there?]
Han Zhuqing replied immediately: [What's wrong, little one, do you miss your uncle? ]
Song Shuyang endured the discomfort and replied: [A little bit]
After all, he has never been exposed to society and does not know how to use roundabout tactics. He can only please people simply and directly.
Thinking that meeting someone in person would make the conversation easier, he sent another message: [I'd like to treat you to dinner tonight. Is it okay to just sit outside our school?]
Han Zhuqing sent a voice message. Song Shuyang had headphones but didn't have the courage to listen, so he chose to text it: [Since the child misses his uncle, of course he should give him some face, but I'll still be the one to treat him.]
Song Shuyang replied with a cute emoticon, stuffed his phone back into his desk, and was completely exhausted.
After the last class in the afternoon, he went to the agreed place to wait for Han Zhuqing, but he waited for a full hour before the other party showed up.
As soon as he sat down, Han Zhuqing casually glanced at the time by revealing his Rolex. Finally, he smiled apologetically and said, "I'm so sorry, I was delayed by a meeting with my staff. They're so inefficient, and I have to handle orders worth millions. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
Song Shuyang waved his hand and said, "It's okay. I'm just hungry now. You can order the food."
He handed over the menu, and the moment Han Zhuqing took it, her fingertips brushed against the back of his hand as if inadvertently, giving him goose bumps.
Song Shuyang quickly withdrew his hand, fearing that he would be taken advantage of again.
Han Zhu glanced at the menu and frowned. "The food in this restaurant is so cheap, won't I get sick from eating it?"
"..." Song Shuyang didn't know whether he should say that he would only come out to eat when his life improved, and he had never been willing to bring Jin Zhou here.
He forced a smile and said, "Why don't you pick a place?"
"Okay, let me arrange today's itinerary."
Song Shuyang followed Han Zhuqing out. Suddenly, Han Zhuqing stopped, turned around, smiled softly, and said in a low voice, "Little boy, do you want your uncle to hold your hand?"
"……OK."
Song Shuyang gritted his teeth and reached out his hand.
Originally, he thought it was just holding hands. He and Guo Zixiu had held hands before, and there was nothing special about it. However, he didn't expect that Han Zhuqing, the old rogue, would wrap his entire hand tightly with his big hand, and his fingertips were rubbing the back of his hand ambiguously.
He took several deep breaths and forced himself to calm down. If he was slapped at this moment, Jin Zhou's bar would be completely closed.
I don't know if it's because I was thinking about Jin Zhou too often in my mind, but when I walked out of the store, I saw a passerby's back that looked very much like him. But when I looked closely, it wasn't him. I was really crazy.
Han Zhuqing found a nearby shopping mall and picked a western restaurant with a nice environment. Song Shuyang was in no mood to eat and ordered a few dishes without even looking at them.
The waiter left with the menu. Han Zhuqing looked at his drooping brows and asked him, "Are you worried about something?"
Song Shuyang's heart skipped a beat and his whole body froze.
Under the table, his trouser legs were lifted above his calves by the tip of Han Zhuqing's shoes, and were rubbing against his flesh.
His skin was sensitive to begin with, and even a light touch while wearing clothes would make him itch terribly, let alone being teased so directly and nakedly.
Having endured to this extent, he took the opportunity to put forward his request: "Brother Han, I heard that you have a wide network of contacts here. My brother is about to open a shop. Can you see if..."
Han Zhu said in a cool voice: "So you said you wanted to treat me to a meal just for this matter. I thought you really missed your uncle."
"No, no, I just mentioned it casually. If you don't like it, let's not talk about it."
Song Shuyang poured him a drink in a flattering manner.
He forced a smile on his face, but his heart was bitter. Asking others to do something was much harder than he had imagined. It seemed that his coquettish and arrogant tactics only worked on Jin Zhou.
Fortunately, Han Zhuqing sent him back after dinner, and Song Shuyang relaxed his vigilance a little, but he didn't expect to meet Jin Zhou again at the school gate.
Jin Zhou's face looked unhappy, and he didn't say anything for a long time when he saw him.
Song Shuyang guessed that he was probably worried about the business license issue, so he didn't mind his neglect and kindly asked him, "Have you eaten yet?"
Jin Zhou whispered, "No, I'm full."
Song Shuyang didn't know what he was doing and was too lazy to pay attention to him. "I'm going back to the dormitory."
As he took a step forward, Jin Zhou suddenly grabbed his wrist and said in a tone that did not allow for negotiation: "Go to my place."
Song Shuyang's mood had already been messed up by him recently, and now he couldn't bear to be touched at all. He hurriedly shook off Jin Zhou's hand, cursed "You are sick", and ran into the school gate as if escaping.
He ran all the way back to the dormitory and lay on the bed with his heart still beating fast. He didn't know why he became so concerned about Jin Zhou's every move, and was even willing to sacrifice his dignity to please an old man for his sake.
But what about Jin Zhou? He only knew how to play dirty with him, only knew how to be mean to him, and flirted everywhere with that charming face.
The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, and tears welled up in his eyes.
He hugged the quilt tightly and endured it. It was too uncool for a man to shed tears for a bitch who only knew how to bully him.
…
Song Shuyang hadn't spoken to Jin Zhou for several days. Aside from the first day when Jin Zhou texted him, "Would you like to have dinner together tonight?", he hadn't contacted him since then. Song Shuyang maintained a composed demeanor, but he felt deeply distressed, checking his phone eight hundred times a day.
Even every passerby he saw on the street looked vaguely like Jin Zhou. He suspected that he would go crazy if this continued.
Someone finally came to see him on Friday afternoon, but it was Han Zhuqing, who asked him if he was free in the evening.
When a person is frustrated in one place, he will subconsciously seek psychological balance in the other place. He thought, if that bastard ignores him, there are plenty of people who will pay attention to him. He is so handsome and so outstanding, he is born to enjoy the feeling of being pursued by others.
So out of spite, he accepted Han Zhuqing's invitation.
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