Chapter 15 Chapter 15 Wife, Master, Mom, Woof, Woof, Woof
"What are you talking about?"
Zhao Jieyi pretended to be stupid.
"Video, I received the video recording of the last time I video-called you on my phone."
He Songfeng spoke every word extremely clearly, without any of the vagueness or weakness he had shown in the past when he was attached to Zhao Jieyi.
"oh--!"
Zhao Jie stretched out his voice and said with a playful smile, "Oh, look at what's going on!"
"That's my new number, it came as a gift when I signed up for broadband. I haven't seen you in ages and can only rely on your videos to quench my thirst, so I accidentally sent it to you."
Is it a new number or a lie?
Was it a slip of the hand or was the threat sent intentionally?
Only Zhao Jieyi himself knew the truth, and He Songfeng did not dare to delve deeper. He maintained his last bit of dignity.
Perhaps Zhao Jieyi himself was feeling guilty, and before He Songfeng could speak, he hurriedly expressed his loyalty:
"My dear, let me tell you, I've been very well behaved when you're not around. I'd rather masturbate to your photos and videos every day than go out and do anything else. Shouldn't you praise your good boyfriend for that?"
"What about you? Have you kept your virginity for me? There are so many rich people in this school. Do you know how worried and scared I am every day?"
When Zhao Jie saw that He Songfeng was silent, he quickly lowered his attitude and coaxed He Songfeng: "My dear, I miss you. I miss you very, very, very much. We used to see each other every day in town, but now we can't see each other even once a month. Am I really still your boyfriend in your heart?"
Zhao Jie knew that he was not worthy of He Songfeng, so he never hesitated to tell He Songfeng "I miss you" and "I love you".
But before He Songfeng could relent, Zhao Jieyi couldn't wait to reveal his true thoughts:
"Why don't you come over tonight? I'll pick you up. I bought you a car so you can have a better life. It has four wheels."
Zhao Jieyi is a scumbag who is very good at PUA.
More than once, he blamed many things on He Songfeng, and more than once he lied to He Songfeng with a high-sounding excuse, saying that he had paid a lot for him.
Is it a 300-yuan high-speed rail ticket? Or a 100-yuan daily necessities? Or perhaps—because we can't see each other often, we need to record a subtle video.
He spoke so naturally and frankly.
He Songfeng was too young, had no parents, and lived under someone else's roof.
It was difficult for him not to obey Zhao Jieyi's orders.
He Songfeng held the phone in his hand, and while listening to the other party's humiliation, he thought a lot calmly.
Maybe it was at that moment that I figured it out.
He asked: "If I refuse, will you threaten me with this video?"
Zhao Jieyi immediately retorted: "No, how could that be."
"Then I refuse."
He Songfeng counted down to three and silently put his phone away.
As expected, the volume on the other end of the phone went up to the roof.
"He Songfeng—! I think you found a new man at school! Did he get a lot of money from you?"
"Haha, they're just playing with you. They don't feel sorry for you like I do."
"All rich people are like this. Don't think you're special. You're only good-looking. When you're old, you'll regret not agreeing to meet me today!"
"oh."
He Songfeng remained calm and was completely desensitized to these humiliating words.
It was impossible for him to show any emotional fluctuations in public. He was too concerned about his reputation. Once those dirty words entered his ears, they would pile up in his heart and he would suppress them inside.
He Songfeng acted like a stranger meeting a salesperson. After listening to the other party's introduction, he said coldly and firmly:
"I refuse, and I don't want to see you either."
Their relationship was almost equivalent to He Songfeng unilaterally proposing a breakup.
Falling on the edge of a cliff, in danger.
Only the last trigger is missing.
"He Songfeng——!" Zhao Jie took a deep breath, his chest arched high, and he shouted: "I'm going to the school to find you now. If you dare to hide from me——"
"Beep—the call has been hung up."
Zhao Jie's eyes turned red, and he smashed his phone to the ground like a brick, kicked the phone with one foot, and then kicked it with another kick. The phone and slippers hit the wall and broke into pieces.
Before one wave subsides, another wave arises.
The next day, He Songfeng had not been sitting in the classroom for two minutes when the head teacher came and asked him to take his things and move to the English elite class on the other side of the campus.
That area is where the truly rich second generation study, and the classes are divided according to their future target countries for studying abroad.
Logically speaking, He Songfeng would never be able to set foot in that area in his lifetime.
So there is only one possibility -
When He Songfeng sat down in the classroom, the eyes of the three men around him were like flies seeing rotten fruit, and they swarmed over him.
The good news was that Zhang Hejing sat next to him, and Cheng Yiliao couldn't squeeze in the front seat.
The bad news was that Zhou Biao was sitting behind him, and his unscrupulous, covetous eyes pierced He Songfeng like needles.
Classes are taught entirely in English. He Songfeng's English is good on paper, but his speaking and listening skills are almost zero. Children in rural towns have no chance to be exposed to spoken English.
The teacher spoke with a standard British accent and swallowed words frequently.
After a whole class, He Songfeng had to tear the book apart before he could barely figure out which chapter the teacher was talking about.
But he still couldn't understand, so he could only clench his fists and try his best to listen and learn. After one class, his back was soaked with sweat.
"Can you transfer me back to my original class?"
He Songfeng took the initiative to ask Zhang Hejing.
Zhang Hejing looked helpless and apologetic, "Sorry, I can't help you."
He Songfeng stared at his face, trying to see through his falsehood through this flawless and sincere face.
"Have you had breakfast? I brought you one."
Zhang Hejing performed magic and produced a sandwich and milk from He Songfeng's cold gaze.
He Songfeng lowered his eyes and looked at the breakfast in front of him.
He Songfeng's insight failed, and his morals told him: You can't speculate about people like this.
Without waiting for He Songfeng to refuse, Cheng Yiliao slapped the sandwich with his wheat-colored palm, compressing the three-dimensional object into two dimensions, and then threw it into the air. Then he kicked it against the wall, and the ground was covered with debris.
Cheng Yiliao supported the table with one hand and pointed the other hand at He Songfeng's face warningly, but his eyes were on Zhang Hejing.
"Loading."
It seemed like he was pointing fingers at He Songfeng, but actually he was warning Zhang Hejing.
Cheng Yiliao's fingers slowly moved in front of Zhang Hejing, he sneered twice, and then slowly tapped his fingers twice.
"If you want to fuck someone, just say it. There's no need to pretend to be nice."
Zhang Hejing raised his hand and calmly pushed away the knife pointing in front of him, smiling: "Don't we have to improve our impression first? Going to bed without any impression is rape."
Zhou Biao moved his prying eyes cleverly between the two big brothers like a mouse, and when he found that the two men had no time to pay attention to him, he immediately stepped on He Songfeng's chair and pushed it forward suddenly, causing the chair legs to creak horribly.
Seeing that He Songfeng didn't look back at him, he held his breath and kicked hard.
He Songfeng was sitting on flat ground like he was riding a horse, but his body was shaking constantly.
He clasped his hands together on both sides of the chair, frowned, and forced his eyes closed as he swayed. His eyeballs trembled nervously under his eyelids.
With every kick, He Songfeng's body would shake violently, and a forced and suppressed "uh" sound would come out from his thin chest.
Extremely helpless.
If you face a scoundrel like this, turning around and confronting him will actually make him feel good.
Cheng Yiliao noticed the squeaking sound of a mouse.
"You go sit there."
Turning around, he directed his criticism at his deskmate and ordered him to switch seats with He Songfeng.
The other party did not dare to refuse. He stood beside He Songfeng, dragging his schoolbag, and begged He Songfeng pitifully with pleading eyes to stand up and give him his seat.
He Songfeng didn't move, and the look became even more pitiful.
It was clearly Cheng Yiliao's fault, but now it has become a problem of He Songfeng's stubbornness. It was He Songfeng's stubbornness that caused the other party to suffer unnecessary disaster.
He Songfeng didn't understand, but as more and more reproachful eyes gathered around him, his hands, which were clasped on both sides of the chair, tiredly lost their strength and hung helplessly on both sides of his body, like half-broken rotten bamboos, unable to lift a single ounce of strength.
The other person reached out, grabbed He Songfeng's sleeve, and pulled it carefully.
He Songfeng had no choice but to slowly stand up and give the narrow and crowded space to the person who was being coerced.
He was grabbed by the arm by Cheng Yiliao and dragged over directly.
The second class is still an English class, or in other words, this class is taught in pure English 24 hours a day.
He Songfeng panicked and had no time to get angry with Cheng Yiliao. He quickly took out his entire English dictionary and, using the notes he had gritted his teeth from the previous class, studied every new word one by one.
Most of the words the teacher used on the stage were spoken in British accents, and He Songfeng became more and more confused the more he listened.
She raised her hand unconsciously, and her fair and slender left index finger touched her lips.
It's not nail biting, just holding the fingernails with slightly open lips, sometimes slightly opening to reveal the tongue to wet the fingertips, and sometimes holding them completely.
When necessary, he would hum a reserved and restrained recitation from his throat.
The right hand is like a reading stick, straight and long, pointing at the words that need to be learned, and the fingertips carefully press against the paper, making a gentle rubbing sound.
Cheng Yiliao tilted his head and peeked openly.
After watching for a few seconds, my throat felt itchy, and the blood under my skin was roasted on the fire, boiling and bubbling.
If He Songfeng was learning to be confused, then Cheng Yiliao was just watching to be confused.
He Songfeng's appearance is not the stunning and eye-catching one with heavy makeup, but the kind of comfortable and clean beauty.
Clean, tidy, elegant and quiet.
She is tall and thin with a slim figure.
Cheng Yiliao was very agitated at the moment. He had already regarded He Songfeng as the Bodhisattva in heaven. He hoped that the Bodhisattva's cold and moist finger would not point on the book at this moment, but point on his forehead to enlighten him.
As Cheng Yiliao watched, he remembered the video of himself being cheated out of two thousand yuan.
The man on the video cover looks very similar to He Songfeng, so similar that the only difference is the two moles on his eyes.
But the feeling it gives people is completely different.
That kind of frankness and generosity, almost to the point of showing off, is something He Songfeng absolutely does not possess at this moment.
Completely different people.
Cheng Yiliao couldn't help it, he put the book aside and took out his cell phone to look.
After he paid for the video, he uploaded it to a certain yellow and black □□ in a rage, intending to make everyone explode with him.
This video became popular on the day it was uploaded and can be found directly on the homepage.
Apart from the unrestrained fantasies about the man on the cover, the rest is just a bunch of curse words.
[Wife, Master, Mom, woof woof woof... No, something's wrong! Why is the video different from the cover?! Brothers coming from behind, run! This is a scam!]
Who uploaded this? Come out and take my cudgel! How could this cover and video be the same person?! I was so fired up, I clicked in and it was a dud.
[Looking for the cover boy's Twitter account! Urgent! I'll pay 10 million for it.]
[After paying the threshold fee, can the poor guy above be given a free five-minute trial? ]
【Thirty seconds is enough for me. Show me first.】
[↑↑↑Upstairs, is this something you're really proud of?! ! !]
Cheng Yiliao counted on his fingers and found that he didn't even last five minutes that day. He even stole He Songfeng's soap to wash the clothes, secretly dried them, and folded them next to his pillow to cover his face when he slept.
Thinking of the smell of soapy water, he took another look at the cover and immediately held his breath, not daring to exhale.
I held it in for a long time before I dared to take a second look.
Then came the third glance, the fourth glance, and finally he stared intently.
He suddenly heard He Songfeng beside him exhaling indistinctly and muttering something.
Cheng Yiliao directly put He Songfeng's tone into the mouth of the man on the cover, imagining that He Songfeng was also lying in front of him like this, showing himself without reservation.
I don’t know where it started, but Cheng Yiliao stopped looking at his phone and started looking at He Songfeng, staring at him intently.
Moreover, he sat closer and closer, almost squeezing to He Songfeng's arm. His heavy and hot breath splashed fiercely on He Songfeng's hand, burning it so much that He Songfeng's pen holding posture became unstable, and several words were crooked.
He saw a crystal bead of sweat on He Songfeng's neck because of the strain of attending class.
He stretched out his tongue restlessly and licked his lips. In his imagination, he would definitely make He Songfeng open his eyes in surprise, and then he would look at him like he was looking at trash, sneer and call him a dog.
Cheng Yiliao's gaze was too intense.
This caused He Songfeng to turn his head to see what strange things Cheng Yiliao was doing.
His eyes were fixed on the phone screen between the other person's hands.
Sudden--
He Songfeng felt something was wrong, frowned, and looked more closely in confusion.
His snow-white and tender arms pressed against Cheng Yiliao's rough wheat-colored muscles, his fingers poking directly at the screen of the mobile phone, while his eyes looked away.
Cheng Yiliao felt He Songfeng's closeness, and instead of being shy or hiding something, he shared it very generously.
Cheng Yiliao pushed the phone with his left hand, and took the opportunity to squeeze into He Songfeng's body even harder, holding He Songfeng in his arms like a pillow, his palms penetrating the soft flesh and touching the bones.
His right hand grabbed the back of He Songfeng's head forcefully, forcing He Songfeng to lean towards the phone and lower his head.
He forced He Songfeng to see clearly everything that happened on the phone screen.
"You can also take a look and learn some techniques."
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