Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Please be gentle to He Songfeng, he...
“???”
The boy's face turned red instantly, and he laughed awkwardly, scratching his arms and face, very busy.
He Songfeng started walking again, confused and bewildered: "Why else would you talk to me so much? Didn't you come close to me just to fuck me?"
He Songfeng crudely equates love with sexual desire.
Liking someone doesn't mean you have to be nice to him, but it definitely means you want his body.
The male student straightened his expression and explained seriously:
"He, I like you. I want to walk side by side with you, share many interesting things with you, and make you happy."
The male classmate caught up with He Songfeng and looked at him politely and restrainedly: "This can also be friendship. I don't have any dirty or vulgar thoughts about you."
He Songfeng was stunned.
Friendship? He Songfeng had never experienced friendship, so how could he know about these things?
He Songfeng frowned and said tentatively, "Thank you...?"
No matter what, it’s always a good idea to say thank you first when something happens.
The boy bravely asked, "Can we be friends?"
He Songfeng kept smiling and replied, "Thank you."
There was no agreement or refusal. He Songfeng was like a puppet with a set program. When someone poked him, he would utter a dull "thank you".
This made the visitor a little confused and unable to understand the situation.
Is this an agreement or a refusal?
But no matter how you look at it, it seems like I was given the nice guy card.
"I'm sorry," the male student said with a frank smile. "I was too impatient. Friendship isn't something you can just say you're friends."
He Songfeng didn't speak to him again.
Making friends is a bit tiring. After a conversation, you still have to rack your brains to think about how to say it so as not to embarrass the other person.
As time goes by, there are more and more people on the road.
The fog in the early autumn morning was thick, and everyone was covered with an invisible grayish-white color. The world was like a low-saturation Morandi painting.
As the wind blows, the grass, trees, people, birds and animals are all blurred in the hazy water color.
He Songfeng's seat is in the last row of the classroom. He is not in the preparatory class, but the courses in the study abroad class are too biased towards the final exam. If he wants to get the full scholarship, he has to take tutoring in the preparatory class.
There was a layer of gray and black under his eyes. He didn't get enough rest next to those men. In addition, he was lacking in energy and blood and was tossed around. His face became paler and paler, and the haggard gray and black area under his eyes became larger and larger.
As soon as the morning self-study class was over, He Songfeng collapsed like a puppet with its spring pulled out, lying on the table and snoring, humming anxiously through his nose.
There is fifteen minutes for breakfast during morning self-study, and He Songfeng uses these fifteen minutes to catch up on sleep.
jingle--!
The ringing of the bell suddenly woke He Songfeng up.
In an instant, the world spun, and He Songfeng felt dizzy and dazed. The nerves in his head were like an erupting volcano, spewing out bursts of hot mud.
But the teacher had already come in and called for class. He rubbed his eyes, propped up his thin body, and pinched his thighs with his hands, leaving circles of bruises. He would not let go until the pain was so severe that he could not close his eyes.
He Songfeng finally managed to hold on until the get out of class was over, but before his head even touched the table, he was pushed awake again.
"He Songfeng, the student union asked you to go to the auditorium to attend the initiation ceremony."
The students from the Student Union wore armbands and waved to He Songfeng outside the classroom.
Three or four people surrounded He Songfeng and chatted at the same time.
"He Songfeng, you are the first member in recent years to be approved by the president himself."
"But it's strange. The student union is just a place for rich kids to socialize and network. Why did you join? Are you an invisible rich kid?"
"Oh my god, He Songfeng, you are so low-key!"
"I knew you were something special. The fact that you're so beautiful means your parents have terrifying backgrounds. Are you officials? Is that why you're so reserved and low-key? Tell me in secret, which bureau is your father the director of? And which media university is your mother an outstanding graduate of?"
He Songfeng gradually became distracted by the other person's words and recalled some dark things.
When He Songfeng's father died, he was extremely emaciated and his face was yellow and black. Half an hour before he died, he had a moment of consciousness. He held little He Songfeng's hand and begged him to call an ambulance, shouting that he didn't want to die.
He Songfeng dialed 120 with his trembling flip phone. When the operator asked him for the specific address, he could only say: in the mountains.
The ambulance asked for the specific address.
He Songfeng turned to look at his mother helplessly.
His mother was laughing like a fool, completely unaware of what was happening.
Her eyes were crooked, her mouth was slanted, her eyes were cloudy, the wounds on her body from somewhere were rotting and stinking, and she was wearing a tattered cloth bag that could not be considered clothes.
These are his parents.
As for He Songfeng's beauty, it is another misfortune that befell this unfortunate family.
All of He Songfeng's misfortunes were caused by his beauty that everyone envied and loved.
He Songfeng ignored them, and they were bored and stopped talking.
The group walked a long way under the scorching sun. Their skin was visibly red as if their capillaries had burst. Beads of sweat stuck to their chests and backs, and the wet and sticky look made everyone feel sick.
Displeasure began to show on the faces of several escorts.
"Here, the president is waiting for you in the auditorium. We'll take you there as we have something else to do."
They pointed He Songfeng in a direction and then found a way out on their own. In short, they decided not to continue walking on this scorching road.
He Songfeng continued walking forward, thinking about how to say polite words later.
No one was chattering around him, but he walked briskly instead.
The main door of the auditorium was not open, but the small door on the side was ajar.
The lights inside the auditorium were fully turned on, and the auditorium was brighter than in the afternoon when the sun was at its peak.
However, the situation deviated greatly from what He Songfeng had imagined. There was no one here waiting to see him receive the title, only Cheng Qiyong.
The bright headlights illuminated the man standing directly above the stage in the auditorium, giving him a sharp and clear outline, leaving no shadows behind.
Cheng Qiyong was waiting for him on the stage.
He Songfeng quickly adjusted his mindset and walked calmly through the lonely and spacious audience seats.
I imagined how envious people would be if this place was full of people, watching him walk up to the stage step by step, applauding and cheering flatteringly, congratulating him for being a poor student and becoming a member of the student union.
This is unprecedented and unheard of.
So much so that on the way here, the escorts kept asking him incredible questions and inquiries.
There is no benefit for He Songfeng to join the student union, but he has already slept with the president, and sleeping with him one more time can get a false title to satisfy his vanity. Why not do it?
Cheng Qiyong also knew that the deal between them was not honorable enough, so the ceremony was empty and no one came to watch and congratulate.
But so what?
He Songfeng has a strong sense of self-delusion and comfort.
He closed his eyes and took one step at a time, thinking one step at a time.
“Wow—!”
"Amazing! He's such a good student and so pretty! His bright future is so dazzling that I can barely open my eyes."
"Congratulations, He Songfeng, you must become the president in the future. I know you can do it!"
Applause, laughter, congratulations.
The sound rose and fell, like waves that filled the empty room leaving no place to stand.
Although he fell from the clouds into hell as soon as he opened his eyes, it did not prevent He Songfeng from being happy.
Cheng Qiyong gave up the center position on the podium. He held He Songfeng's application form in his left hand and the seal in his right hand.
He Songfeng stood over.
His pants were taken off, and his legs were lifted up by a strong hand and placed on the surface of the podium. It was the same familiar posture again, but this time there was no mirror for He Songfeng to comfort himself.
He Songfeng bargained with Cheng Qiyong, "Can you not lift your legs? It's weird, it doesn't look like a conferment, it looks like... a showmanship."
Cheng Qiyong pinched He Songfeng's chin, twisted his head to the side, and forcefully kissed him.
The kiss was so aggressive that He Songfeng pinched both sides of the podium with his hands. His nails almost dug into the wood, making a sharp scratching noise, and the gaps between his fingers were filled with wood chips.
He Songfeng put down his legs as he wished.
His upper body clothes were neat and clean, his hands were neatly placed on both sides of the table, and his eyes were looking straight ahead with determination.
In He Songfeng's fantasy, he maintained this flawless appearance, amid the enthusiastic and admiring gazes of the crowd—
He is no longer a rural orphan with a dead father and a crazy mother and no home, but a model student that everyone envies.
The fantasy would have been more perfect if it weren't for the huge man behind him, like a truck with 4x4 wheels trying to rush through the inappropriately sized cave, causing violent tremors.
He Songfeng held back his voice and resolutely delivered the speech he had prepared all the way, even though there was no one in the audience, and even under the blazing ceiling lights, even the shadows of ghosts were completely wiped out.
"Today... I feel both honored and responsible to be a member of the student council... Ugh! Please be gentle with me."
Putting aside He Songfeng's speech of thanks, it was so quiet that the only sound could be heard was the squeaking sound of feet stepping on the mud.
There was a quagmire on the ground. I stepped heavily into it, but it was not so easy to break free. The suffocating quagmire came over and wrapped me up until I sank deeper and deeper, so deep that it almost squeezed my blood vessels and made me feel uncomfortable all over.
The atmosphere was so turbid and heavy.
The same goes for the limbs.
"First of all, I would like to express my sincere gratitude...thank you...well, thank you to the school leaders and teachers for their trust and, and, and, and training."
He Songfeng's eyes welled up with tears, and he cried out in pain: "...I bit my tongue."
Cheng Qiyong ordered him harshly, "He Songfeng, don't stutter, don't stop. This is your honorary conferment ceremony. You must finish your thank-you speech carefully."
Cheng Qiyong looked at He Songfeng's skin which was as smooth as white paper.
He suddenly felt a sense of mischief, and took out his usual signature pen from his pocket, tapped it on He Songfeng's back, and recorded every word He Songfeng had just read.
He Songfeng took advantage of this opportunity to breathe heavily, "What are you doing?"
"Record the thank you speech for easy reference." Cheng Qiyong said it in a high-sounding manner. He slapped He Songfeng in the face, causing half of his lower back to go numb. "Continue reading."
He Songfeng: "I'm thinking... my head feels dizzy..."
Cheng Qiyong reminded him: "Thank me."
"Well...thank you for your careful guidance, senior. It made me feel warmth and strength while integrating into the school."
He Songfeng has a heavy nasal tone and his pronunciation is unclear.
"What do you feel?" Cheng Qiyong stopped writing.
He Songfeng said: "Warmth and strength."
Cheng Qiyong looked at He Songfeng's cold body, which was covered with red marks from his palms, and then looked at the slap marks on his lower back. He couldn't help but laughed out loud.
Cheng Qiyong wrote slowly with the tip of his pen pointing downward, trying his best to make every stroke perfect.
Beautiful people deserve beautiful words.
He Songfeng was trembling all over as he was written, his breathing became more and more rapid, his two hands gripping the sides of the table became more and more tense, and his arms became more and more slender and pink.
"You are a very good piece of paper. The ink flows smoothly and does not smudge."
Cheng Qiyong praised him, but at the same time he was also objectifying him.
He Songfeng didn't say anything, he could hear the contempt.
"Is that all?"
"Do you want to continue?"
"continue."
"I can't make it up."
Cheng Qiyong paused for about half a minute, then began to write a large piece of black characters, reading as he wrote:
"As a new member, I will actively serve my classmates and contribute to the campus. Under everyone's supervision, I will strictly demand myself, actively perform my duties, and live up to everyone's expectations. Finally, I would like to express my sincerest gratitude to the seniors who have given me help and opportunities, and contribute to the development of the Student Union and the betterment of the campus."
If only Cheng Qiyong could hold the highest official position among the students, it would mean that he deserves the position just based on the decent official language he made up on the spot.
These words are condensed in Cheng Qiyong's pen and recorded in He Songfeng.
There are so many words, written from the cervical vertebrae to the coccyx, around the waist and hips.
He Songfeng was turned over because there were still a few sentences left to write, but the back was already full.
Cheng Qiyong picked up He Songfeng and placed him steadily on the podium.
Lift your left leg and write "Thanks Cheng Qiyong" on the inside of your left leg; lift your right leg and press a bright red pattern on the inside of your right leg with Cheng Qiyong's personal seal.
This is Cheng Qiyong's selfish desire, and the rest of the unfinished work will be put on his calf to write.
"Pervert." He Songfeng scolded him.
"It's not over yet, it's just the beginning."
He Songfeng once again faced the audience, with one leg resting on the table, creating a more spacious and comfortable environment.
I don't know when the microphone on the table was turned on. He Songfeng just made a small, shallow breath, but the sound he heard was three-dimensional and shocking.
He Songfeng's body trembled, and if Cheng Qiyong hadn't held him up, he would have almost fallen to his knees in fear.
He couldn't hide his panic and slammed the table in protest.
“This! This!”
Cheng Qiyong laughed, leaned over, and approached the microphone. In a deep and serious voice, he announced solemnly:
"Welcome to listen to our outstanding three-good student He Songfeng share his study secrets."
He Songfeng retorted softly: "Don't talk nonsense."
"Aren't you?" Cheng Qiyong asked back, "The secret to learning is finding a good man."
"You? You..."
He Songfeng stopped talking halfway and bit his tongue to swallow the rest of the harsh words.
Forget it, it will make me anxious if I say it out loud.
"Are there any surveillance cameras here?" He Songfeng asked softly, and had to split the sentence into several parts before he could finish it.
"Yes." Cheng Qiyong pointed in a direction. "Maybe someone is watching us right now and is about to catch us."
"ah?!"
He Songfeng's head buzzed, like a burnt electrical appliance, in a mess. His reason and senses were completely numbed by the excessive stimulation.
He was only concerned with looking around the whole time, and at the slightest sign of trouble, he would beg Cheng Qiyong not to torture him like this.
"Please don't do this. I'm afraid I'll be fired if I'm found out."
"You can't threaten me with this matter in the future."
“…………”
Cheng Qiyong was unmoved. He liked this kind of excitement and liked to see the lifeless He Songfeng being tossed around by him until his face showed a variety of emotions.
"Someone is watching us from the window."
"ah?!"
He Songfeng was so frightened that he completely collapsed in Cheng Qiyong's arms. He quickly scanned all the windows. There was no one in any of them, but he felt that a pair of eyes would pop out of each one at any time.
"I'm starting to hate you."
He Songfeng acted coquettishly.
Having said that, Cheng Qiyong finally carried He Songfeng down from the platform and quickly ran to the bathroom.
He Songfeng scratched his hands on the countertop, still a little reluctant, "The countertop! The countertop is covered in water, you have to clean it up."
"I'll go later."
The bathroom door hit the door frame with a loud rumbling sound, like a thunderbolt.
With the bathroom partition as a cover, He Songfeng could finally indulge himself without having to be as cautious as a mouse.
Open yourself up, open everything, your voice, your arms, your chest and—
He Songfeng pinched Cheng Qiyong with his fingernails, scolding him and humming.
Cheng Qiyong accepted everything and kissed the red seal on He Songfeng's body several times in fascination.
Seeing that the time was almost up, He Songfeng gave Cheng Qiyong one last chance and pushed his shoulder away: "That's enough, I need to go back to class."
Cheng Qiyong obeyed and stopped when he was told to. He also helped He Songfeng wipe the sweat off his body. "I will check tonight, so please be careful."
He Songfeng was used to being treated like this. He put on his pants and washed his hands under the sink.
Suddenly, He Songfeng asked in confusion: "A classmate brought me milk and said he didn't want to give it to me. Have I become ugly? Why wouldn't he want to give it to me?"
Cheng Qiyong pinched He Songfeng's chin, shaking it left and right, admiring it for a while before saying, "Have a good rest tonight. I'll let you go, and you can sleep a little longer on your own."
He Songfeng's expression suddenly changed. He covered his cheeks nervously, staring at the haggard beauty in the mirror, muttering, "If you don't praise me for being beautiful, then I'll become ugly."
Cheng Qiyong put his arm around He Songfeng's waist, forced him out, and said bluntly, "The last thing you need to worry about is your face."
He Songfeng was still anxious: "But your answer just now was that you didn't say it."
"Beautiful, you are the most beautiful."
"Perfunctory."
“…………”
Cheng Qiyong had nothing to say and pinched He Songfeng's cheek.
"It's my fault for not destroying your mouth."
He Songfeng had nothing to say and cursed softly: "You pervert."
Cheng Qiyong sent He Songfeng to the door and then turned back.
"You go to class, and I'll stay and clean up."
His seal, pen and application form were still on the table, and he was going to turn on the surveillance camera that had been turned off.
Cheng Qiyong was not as mean and generous as Zhao Jieyi. He did not want to monitor and record He Songfeng's ugly behavior at all. Those ugly behaviors could only be seen by his eyes.
He Songfeng left the auditorium alone.
From one bright place to another bright place.
He Songfeng walked forward in the sunlight, refusing to move even a bit into the shadows.
He was covered in dirt and only felt a little better when he saw the sun.
Like purification.
Not long after walking out, I suddenly heard the sound of a bracelet knocking behind me. It was no longer the dull sound of wood, but a crisp ding-dong.
Could it be that the stalker has changed? A new pervert has taken over?
He Songfeng stopped and looked over curiously.
Like him, Zhang Hejing stood openly in the sun, right behind him, with no intention of hiding herself.
Zhang Hejing greeted him with a smile, but then turned worried: "Have you been too close to him recently? He's not a good person."
He Songfeng hummed, and laughed at himself without hiding or concealing:
"Close? He's already walked into my stomach, so it's more than just close."
Zhang Hejing frowned and hesitated for a moment before he uttered a sentence hesitantly: "...You will regret this."
He Songfeng also felt uncomfortable listening to this, and he kept muttering to himself, "Why don't you just eat meat?" His voice also became colder:
"If I don't sleep with him, I will regret it now. He is the only one who is willing to give me real help."
Zhang Hejing was puzzled, "What help do you need?"
He Songfeng's grades are so good that his scumbag ex-boyfriend was punished and sent to jail.
With the help of the scholarship, He Songfeng was able to study peacefully until graduation.
What more help could he need?
"I..." He Songfeng hesitated, and after thinking for a moment, he whispered, "You don't want to hear it."
In the end, He Songfeng chose to look away and set out on his journey alone again.
Zhang Hejing followed and firmly wrapped He Songfeng's uneasy clenched fist with the hand wearing the bracelet.
"You speak, I listen."
He Songfeng stared at the small silver circle on the other person's wrist, lost in thought at the dark, unknown substance inside.
He looked distraught and lost, and he didn't think Zhang Hejing could really help him.
"I can't live my whole life relying on this body and pleasing others. You can see the end of this downward spiral is that my body will be posted online, watched by countless people."
"I want to study abroad, escape from here, and escape this kind of life."
He Songfeng made a wish in the coin pool in the park.
His hair was like a coin thrown in. He knew the effect would be minimal, but he was at his wit's end and could only pray to God.
"No more?"
"there is none left."
"I'll help you."
"......?" He Songfeng looked up at him in disbelief. He had never expected to hear such a firm answer from anyone.
Zhang Hejing once again firmly grasped He Songfeng's hand and repeated with absolute certainty:
"I'll help you."
I just prayed to God yesterday, but I didn’t expect the opportunity to come to me today.
Zhang Hejing felt relaxed all over, feeling that the money he had spent was really well spent.
God, please let He Songfeng rely on me more.
I would like to give away several long-lasting things in exchange for the long-lasting relationship between him and me.
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