Chapter 17 Chapter 17 He Songfeng, I’m coming in~~…
The cold air lifted the curtain that divided the space, and Zhang Hejing and Cheng Yiliao looked at each other in surprise.
Looking at Zhang Hejing's miserable appearance with his face soaked like a drowned chicken, and then looking at his face which was as dark as if there was thunder and rain, Cheng Yiliao knew at once that he must have been hurt by He Songfeng's harshness.
He couldn't help but chuckle.
While one's own setbacks are infuriating, one's opponent's failures are even funnier.
"Where's He Songfeng?"
Cheng Yiliao looked around.
Zhang Hejing tore off two pieces of paper from the wall. She was not in a hurry to answer Cheng Yiliao's question, but slowly wiped the water off her face.
At this moment, the tingling in the palm of the hand that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly broke through the skin and caused heart pain.
The broken glasses hit the ground with a bang. The glasses, which were already in pieces, were now shattered into pieces, leaving no residue.
The blood completely stained the palm lines, but finally converged at the tip of the dangling middle finger.
Tick.
Tick-tock
Blood fell to the ground, intermittently, like beads with broken strings.
"Where is He Songfeng?" Cheng Yiliao continued to ask.
Zhang Hejing raised his eyes and glanced at Cheng Yiliao coldly.
He used to be a respectable man, and because of his family and class, he treated Cheng Yiliao quite friendly.
But now, due to He Songfeng's unfair treatment, this friendship has rotted and grown maggots, like a pustule in Zhang Hejing's brain.
It corrupted his respectable friendliness into a thick, stinking mass of resentment and hatred.
Why?
Why?
Hasn’t this stupid dog Cheng Yiliao ever been pushed away by He Songfeng?
Zhang Hejing crumpled the toilet paper into a ball and threw it aside, while walking quickly towards Cheng Yiliao with an expressionless face.
The blood from his fingertips dripped faster and faster, and more and more, due to the rapid contraction of blood vessels caused by emotional fluctuations. The smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger.
Before Cheng Yiliao could react, he threw a heavy punch, breaking half of his face.
“Uhh—”
Cheng Yiliao was knocked over by the blow, and suddenly there was a faint clicking sound in his head, as if some bones were broken.
He stumbled back several steps, and in less than two seconds, a shocking scar appeared on his face.
Cheng Yiliao widened his eyes in shock and stared at Zhang Hejing in disbelief.
The pain on my face hadn't reached me yet, but my head was buzzing first, it was the sound of my sanity shattering.
"Are you crazy?!"
Cheng Yiliao roared, his face turning red quickly and visibly. He spread his hands and exhaled, a pale tooth sticking out from his mouth full of blood. The side of his nose that was hit felt a sharp pain as if it had been hit by a car and was shattered to pieces.
Zhang Hejing had a blank expression on his face.
He shook his hands, smoothing the remaining dirty blood evenly on the palm of his hand, and at the same time clenched his fists to prevent the blood from the palm of his hand cut by the lens from flowing endlessly as if to show weakness.
Cheng Yiliao covered half of his swollen face, but no matter where he covered it, it was extremely painful, and half of his face was spasming uncontrollably.
He frowned, endured the severe pain, gritted his teeth, raised his hand, pointed at Zhang Hejing's face, and shouted sarcastically:
"I know, you've fallen in love with He Songfeng, you feel sorry for him, and you want to avenge me for him!"
The stench of rust filled Cheng Yiliao's mouth, and even the words he spoke became extremely foul.
"Are you going to go to him later and tell him that you turned against me and had a fight with me because of him? So that he'll be so moved that he'll take off his clothes and let you do whatever you want."
Cheng Yiliao clicked his tongue.
"Haha, you dead licker!"
Zhang Hejing picked up the broken eye on the ground, ignored the blood on it, and put it in his pocket.
He was about to leave, so he walked around Cheng Yiliao and headed out.
But he didn't just leave in such a boring way, he also added a sentence before leaving:
"Thank you for your advice. I will do as you say later."
Cheng Yiliao: “???”
His fists were clenched tightly, his eyes were bloodshot with anger, his back teeth and front teeth were clenched tightly, and his lips were pressed into a straight and thin line.
Cheng Yiliao grabbed Zhang Hejing's wrist tightly as she was about to leave, and then she heard two hurried footsteps.
When Zhang Hejing turned around, the fist was already hanging high in the sky, about to fall like a meteorite.
"You hit me, and after that I'll have a reason to approach him."
boom--
A punch came down, hitting the door frame, creating a terrifying dent.
I dare not imagine whether Zhang Hejing’s skull could withstand this punch if it really hit his face.
Even if he managed to hold on, he would probably suffer a concussion.
Plastic brotherhood will break at the slightest touch.
Cheng Yiliao pointed to the end of the corridor and squeezed out a word through gritted teeth: "Get out!"
Zhang Hejing passed him and walked along the road he pointed to, as if Cheng Yiliao was kindly showing him the way.
Cheng Yiliao became even angrier and punched the door completely through.
Who says men don’t have so many thoughts and schemes?
When he looks at Zhang Hejing, doesn't she have a lot of bad intentions and little tricks?!
He was so angry that he ground his teeth, and only moved his teeth left and right when they were clenched together, causing the wound on the left side of his face to tear with severe pain.
He screamed in pain, but when he turned around, he saw students passing by.
For the sake of his face, even though he was in so much pain that he wanted to cut off half of his face with a knife, he refused to utter the word "pain" again.
The blow that hit He Songfeng now acted like a boomerang, and after collecting the agency fee and interest, it hit him back hard.
His nose was broken, a back tooth was knocked out, and half of his face was swollen to the point of being disfigured.
Cheng Yiliao fell to his knees in an empty corner, and embarrassedly admitted his mistake and surrendered to the imaginary Clavicle Bodhisattva in front of him.
Admit it, he deserves it.
Cheng Yiliao was ill for half a month. He Songfeng didn't want to match their timeline of action, so after school, he ran to the building of the preparatory class with his bag on his back to take an extra evening self-study class. He spent half a month leisurely like this.
"He Songfeng, you're first in the grade again in the monthly exam. You'll be wearing your school uniform to give a speech at the student assembly next week. Remember to wash and iron your uniform."
When He Songfeng heard this, his eyes lit up. It meant that he could get the third certificate of commendation in his life.
"good!"
He Songfeng rarely uses exclamation marks when speaking.
After the evening self-study get out of class, He Songfeng returned to the dormitory with a happy step.
Those young masters are usually not in the dormitory at this time.
He pushed open the door of the room and pulled it back the next second.
He lowered his head and looked at the cigarette butts scattered at his door, about a dozen cigarettes scattered here and there.
"I wish you can get rid of lung cancer soon."
He Songfeng muttered maliciously in his heart, a decent person would not say such words openly.
He cleaned the door and pushed it again, but soon his movements froze again.
He quickly turned his head and looked around, then carefully stepped on the door frame, looked inside, and then slowly walked in.
He Songfeng clearly remembered that he locked the door before going out!
But at this moment, something that did not belong to He Songfeng suddenly appeared in the room.
There was a bag of medicine and a stack of brand new money on the bed.
And a note written in the handwriting of an elementary school student.
【sorry】
No signature was left.
He Songfeng quickly threw the medicine and money out the door.
He didn't want to guess who sent them, so he threw them all away.
Late night.
He Songfeng fell asleep, and the ghosts wandering outside returned to the room at the same time.
But not long after, the door of a bedroom was gently pushed open.
There were no footsteps, but the smell of cigarettes stuck to the gap under the door and sneaked into He Songfeng's room dangerously like a ghost hand.
He Songfeng woke up in shock, struggled to sit up, and carefully moved himself to the corner of the wall. He clutched the corner of the quilt tightly with both hands. His skin was stretched so tight by his thin metacarpal bones that the purple blood vessels were clearly visible.
He Songfeng stared at the dark gap, feeling extremely nervous.
The man smoking outside asked:
"He Songfeng, I heard from Zhang Hejing that you have a boyfriend."
It was Zhou Biao's voice, very low, coming in through the door.
He Songfeng stared at the black line below the threshold.
Zhou Biao took another puff of his cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke from his throat, and then said slowly and unhurriedly:
"Can your boyfriend satisfy you?"
“…………”
Zhou Biao chuckled. He just meant to say it so harshly.
If Cheng Yiliao was using actions to push He Songfeng to satisfy his own selfish desires, then Zhou Biao was using words to harass He Songfeng in the most penetrating way.
"After all, there's no surveillance in the dormitory, and no one's home. Who knows what you did? Why don't you tell me yourself?"
Rather than saying that Zhou Biao was asking He Songfeng, it would be more accurate to say that he was immersed in his own fantasies.
Every word he said was what he really wanted to do to He Songfeng.
This is a complete head-changing dream man literature.
Zhou Biao put himself in the shoes of He Songfeng's boyfriend whose identity was unknown.
After substitution, you can use this shell to openly and openly fantasize about He Songfeng to your heart's content.
I really want to hold He Songfeng in my mouth and chew him over and over again.
"I know you're not asleep."
It is boring to just YY He Songfeng unilaterally. He also deliberately exposes the truth behind He Songfeng's silence and forces people to interact.
"It would be great if I were your partner. It would make me so happy."
He Songfeng slowly lowered his eyes.
Listen quietly.
With Zhao Jie as an example, he said too many such words to He Songfeng.
So He Songfeng didn't feel too uncomfortable, he just felt it was noisy.
He even thought it was pathologically normal. He Songfeng felt that since so many people had praised his handsomeness, it was normal for them to want to have a relationship with him.
It is natural for Zhou Biao to say this, because he is just saying what others dare not say, which can even be regarded as a manifestation of honesty.
He grasped the quilt, pulled it up to his nose, and covered the lower half of his face, leaving only a pair of cold and expressionless eyes exposed.
Zhou Biao continued to vent his desires. He hated that he could only watch secretly during the day and could not covet He Songfeng openly.
So when he got the chance at night, he would vent his jealousy even more fiercely.
"Last time when you turned off the TV, your clothes were too thin and everything was visible clearly. Did you do that on purpose?"
"He Songfeng."
He Songfeng, who was named, blinked subconsciously.
Zhou Biao asked him, "Do you have that?"
He Songfeng knew what he was talking about.
Zhou Biao couldn't take more than two puffs of the cigarette in his hand before he immediately lit a new one and exhaled hot smoke from his nose and mouth:
"I think you have it. Let me see it. I promise I won't go in."
A cigarette butt was half stuck in the crack of the bottom door, and the strong, pungent smell of tobacco filled the entire room.
He Songfeng was able to hold back from coughing only by hiding under the quilt.
He wanted to use cold violence to make Zhou Biao leave in frustration.
"Why don't you say anything? If you don't say anything, I'll assume you do."
Zhou Biao's hands scratched on the door panel, making a terrifying noise.
"Can I come in and touch you? I'll give you money."
Money was passed in through the crack in the door, and there was a second wave, a third wave...
It's not just one sheet, it's stacks and stacks.
"This is a deposit."
"You're still not talking? Then I'll take it as your agreement."
Zhou Biao placed his hand on the door handle, twisting it downwards while issuing a terrifying command:
"He Songfeng, I'm coming in."
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