Chapter 40 Chapter 40 Being with me is...
The days passed and the winter vacation was approaching.
The students in class all had an irrepressible restlessness, and it felt like they would suddenly pack up their things and rush out of the classroom in the next second or the next minute.
Even though there are still several days before the actual holiday.
"I'm planning to go skiing in the Alps during my vacation. What about you?"
"I'm planning this too! Let's go together! Who else wants to go?"
"If you all go, I'll go too."
There were five people in the study group, four of them raised their hands, leaving only He Songfeng.
Four pairs of eyes turned to He Songfeng at the same time, and the lively discussion just now suddenly froze. The four pairs of eyes stared at He Songfeng meaningfully, curious about what answer they could hear from He Songfeng.
The group was formed by drawing lots temporarily in order to complete the group assignment, so these four people were not familiar with He Songfeng. Their impression of He Songfeng was still based on the impression of He Songfeng by everyone in the forum.
Beautiful, aloof, and difficult to approach.
But at the same time, there are rumors that he is shameless and can sleep with anyone who has money.
So it was hard for this group of people not to be curious about He Songfeng.
He Songfeng was sensitive to the fact that the topic had turned to himself, and the hand holding the pen moved quickly. Although he had finished writing the notes, he continued to copy them.
Immerse yourself in your own world and avoid useless social interactions.
Someone tapped their fingers on the table, then called out names in dissatisfaction: "Hey, He Songfeng, why did you isolate the four of us?"
"Yeah, yeah, are we bad people? Why don't you talk to us?" Another one immediately joined in the complaint.
He Songfeng stopped writing and when he looked up, a hollow smile appeared on his expressionless face. He gave a decent smile to the four young masters and young ladies in front of him one by one.
"Tell me, what do people like you do on your days off?"
The four men moved closer to He Songfeng again, surrounded him and pointed their fingers at him.
People like you.
He Songfeng recited silently in his heart.
"Have you ever been abroad...? Well, have you ever been out of the province? Don't you go out traveling or shopping during your holidays?"
He Songfeng's fake smile twitched and he shook his head calmly.
"Never."
The group's eyes widened, their faces filled with shock.
"So what have you been doing?"
He Songfeng thought about it.
I washed dishes in a restaurant in a small town, and my hands were soaked until they were white and swollen like a floating corpse. In the end, I only earned a few hundred yuan, and all of it was taken away by Zhao Jieyi.
This was his vacation.
He Songfeng pursed his lips tightly, not intending to reveal his misery.
It was obvious that the group of people in front of him just wanted to use He Songfeng's financial difficulties as a control group for their happiness.
"Speak."
The stupid and bad people kept asking questions and insisted that He Songfeng admit that he was unhappy.
A book came flying from a corner of the classroom and hit the crowd hard, scaring them so much that they scattered like birds and beasts and screamed.
Cheng Yiliao walked over quickly, grabbed a chair, and sat directly next to He Songfeng.
He pointed at the two people in front of him, exhaled heavily, gnashed his back teeth, and cursed bluntly:
"What are you guys pretending to be? You're talking to He Songfeng about skiing in Switzerland, but isn't that like talking to me and you about your parents? There's no such thing as that."
But Cheng Yiliao didn't chase them away. Instead, he slammed his hand on the table and ordered fiercely, "Come on, come on, don't leave. Sit down. I'll continue chatting with you."
The group of people sat down with embarrassed expressions. Unlike the chattering and questioning they had not long ago, they were unable to utter a word under Cheng Yiliao's gaze.
What Alps, what skiing.
All that was left was the cowardice of lowering my head and not daring to speak.
"Why don't you talk? Didn't you want to talk just now? I'm here to chat with you now, let's start chatting."
Cheng Yiliao slapped the table again, this time even more forcefully, his voice surging from his throat: "Speak, start with you!"
The person who was called had his mouth trembling and his upper and lower lips tapping the clappers.
"S-What?"
"What do you want to hear?"
Cheng Yiliao showed his courtesy to He Songfeng.
He Songfeng ignored him. He supported his chin with his left hand, squeezed the pen with his right hand, looked at the questions left in the notebook, and frowned slightly because of the difficult problems he encountered.
Seeing that He Songfeng was silent, Cheng Yiliao took the initiative and said, "You are a bad and stupid pig."
Without any hesitation, the other party smiled and whispered, "I am a bad and stupid pig."
Cheng Yiliao put his hand on the table and knocked:
"Louder."
"N-That's not appropriate..."
Cheng Yiliao turned his gaze and pointed out the remaining three people. They looked up with horror on their faces.
"You, you, and you, all say it loudly."
Cheng Yiliao tapped his hand on the table again, "I'll count down to three, three, two——"
He Songfeng closed the flat notebook, changed the way he held the pen from pinching it to gripping it like a knife, and stabbed it on the back of Cheng Yiliao's hand that was resting on the table.
Cheng Yiliao screamed "Ouch!", covering his injured hand and looking at He Songfeng aggrievedly.
"It's so noisy."
Cheng Yiliao glared at the four people who were bowing and nodding before him, and growled forcefully, "Speak! Speak to me!"
Under Cheng Yiliao's glare, the four people's heads turned red, their eyes misted with shame, their hands clenched into fists, and they shouted as if crying or shouting:
"I'm a bad, stupid pig!!!"
Only then did Cheng Yiliao hug He Songfeng's waist with satisfaction and gave him a big kiss on the face.
The noisy classroom thought they were playing Truth or Dare, and burst into laughter like the crackling of firecrackers, clapping their hands and stamping their feet with laughter.
He Songfeng's face turned red instantly, so red that it looked like purple and bloody, even redder than the faces of those four people.
Without any hesitation, he raised his hand and slapped him.
The matter was not over after the slap. The finger that was easily broken was still hanging halfway between them, pointing at each other firmly, and warning coldly:
"Stay away from me."
The slap made the classroom silent. It was so quiet that even the faint rustling sound of the wind coming in through the crack in the door was as clear as a broom sweeping past the ear.
Curious glances were cast at He Songfeng from countless directions at the same time.
No one looked at Cheng Yiliao, everyone was looking at He Songfeng.
Cheng Yiliao couldn't hide the ostentatious expression on his face. He thought that he could finally take this opportunity to become He Songfeng's boyfriend in everyone's eyes.
No one knows the relationship between Cheng Qiyong and He Songfeng until now. Both of them have kept it a secret, which has benefited the young man Cheng Yiliao.
The corners of Cheng Yiliao's mouth were almost twisted into a Nike logo. When he thought about what he was going to say later, he rubbed his hands eagerly, and his shoes made a squeaking sound as they stepped on the ground.
Cheng Yiliao was so happy that he didn't notice He Songfeng's ugly face at all. He only cared about showing off:
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen anyone fall in love?"
Without waiting for the crowd to react, He Songfeng's tense nerves suddenly jumped. Almost in an instant, he slammed his palm on the table, stepped on the ending "ah" of Cheng Yiliao's words, and shouted a denial from his throat:
"That's not the relationship between you and me!"
Cheng Yiliao was stunned.
This gave the crowd time to react, and all of a sudden all sorts of sounds were heard, and all kinds of complex reactions were played out in this spacious classroom at once.
Although it is not news in this school that a rich young man supports a poor student, it is the first time that a poor student denies it and even slaps him in the face.
"Has the price not been agreed upon?"
"Are you still playing the part of pretending to be reluctant but also willing?"
"Hahahahaha...Cheng Yiliao has also met his day."
"You're not treating us as just part of a play, are you?"
Cheng Yiliao was not convinced and raised his voice to question:
"We've already done it, so why isn't this the relationship?"
He was like a single mother holding her child and asking the father for an explanation, full of resentment.
When Cheng Yiliao said this, He Songfeng's body shook, and another slap came out.
With a loud snap, the flesh on Cheng Yiliao's face shook violently, and a large lump visibly swelled up. Blood gushed out of his nose, and the burning pain in his nasal cavity almost pierced his heart.
Cheng Yiliao opened his eyes wide in disbelief. He was like an old TV that had been slapped by its owner, with its screen turned into a snowy mess. He became numb and heartless, standing there pale.
We've kissed and done it.
Why not admit it?
Why? ? ?
"Is being with me a shameful thing for you?!"
He Songfeng stood up and tried to leave, but his lowered wrist was gripped tightly by a strong and hot force, like a chain that trapped him there, preventing him from moving.
But He Songfeng would rather have his arms pulled until they hurt than sit down.
Cheng Yiliao's unwilling look quickly climbed up and wrapped around He Songfeng like an octopus, sticky and disgusting.
He Songfeng stood there, motionless, and coldly gave his final order: "Cheng Yiliao, if you still want to show off your power to me in front of so many people, I will hate you to death."
"Do you think I will hit you?!" Cheng Yiliao's voice and his men jumped up, unbelievable and unbelievable.
He Songfeng asked back in a firm tone: "You can't?"
Cheng Yiliao was speechless for a full half minute, and could only push out meaningless sounds from his throat.
There are so many things I want to say, but I don’t know what to say.
In a daze, Cheng Yiliao could only utter a cautious question:
"So you don't like me...even a little bit?"
Cheng Yiliao was just being petty and wanted to have a boyfriend-like relationship with He Songfeng, but he never thought that it would provoke such a violent reaction from He Songfeng.
He didn't expect that He Songfeng still hated him.
He hated the hand that was pressed on his head that day, hated the blood that came out of his nose that day, and hated everyone who had seen his miserable appearance.
He Songfeng picked up his notes and turned away.
Before leaving, he suddenly stopped and typed out the words clearly, one by one:
"You and I have nothing to do with each other."
The hatred is so clear and well-defined.
Cheng Yiliao should have understood long ago that He Songfeng was not even his buddy, but only half a gun machine.
It’s unnecessary to ask whether you like it or not.
When He Songfeng left, Cheng Yiliao's voice came from behind again.
There was no embarrassment, nor was there any intimidation, only Cheng Yiliao's sincere protection.
"It's not a romantic relationship. I was pursuing him unilaterally."
Cheng Yiliao knocked his hand on the table, indicating that he had not finished speaking and no one else was allowed to speak.
He added:
"Everyone disperse! Don't make things difficult for He Songfeng."
He Songfeng returned to Cheng Qiyong after evening self-study.
Winter has already arrived in Jialin City, but this is the first winter that He Songfeng has not felt cold.
The clothes he was wearing were bought by Cheng Qiyong. After buying them and delivering them to him, he handed his phone to He Songfeng and asked him to search for the logos on the clothes in front of him one by one.
He Songfeng checked the price and accepted it with satisfaction.
There is a reason why down jackets are expensive. He Songfeng walked into the entrance to change his shoes and took off his down jacket. A thin layer of sweat condensed on his forehead.
Cheng Qiyong came out of the bedroom, glanced at him, and asked, "Where are you going on vacation?"
He Songfeng replied: "Not going anywhere."
Cheng Qiyong nodded and went back to the room.
Not long after, Cheng Qiyong came out again.
He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater with cashmere and a coat that was a new model from YSL's autumn and winter show.
The lapels of the windbreaker fell smoothly, and a belt as thick as a finger was tied around the waist, hanging down to the middle of the calf.
The cut is smooth without any extra lines, and the thick genuine cowhide material adds a sense of calm, retro and elegant temperament.
"You're going out?"
Cheng Qiyong walked up to He Songfeng and kissed him on the cheek, "Happy New Year."
At this time, it was still a full month away from the real New Year, and He Songfeng quickly understood what he meant by the early New Year's greetings.
He Songfeng smiled and nodded, and replied politely: "Happy New Year."
Cheng Qiyong is going home, so his relationship with He Songfeng will end halfway during this holiday.
As for what their relationship will be like after returning to school, it depends on whether Cheng Qiyong is interested in him enough to maintain a romantic relationship.
Cheng Yiliao said a long time ago that Cheng Qiyong was a young master and he would not give up the family property for He Songfeng, and He Songfeng would only be an unknown lover of Cheng Qiyong during his student days.
Cheng Qiyong would not bring He Songfeng into his circle of friends, nor would he let his family know about He Songfeng's existence.
The relationship between the two people was tacitly kept under wraps from beginning to end, unknown to others.
Now it's time for them to break up midfield.
Despite this, Cheng Qiyong still pinched He Songfeng's waist, making a deep indentation in the soft flesh around his waist. After the kiss, he bit his ear and issued a selfish and sharp warning:
"Don't mess around out there."
He Songfeng's breathing was disordered due to being strangled, but the decent smile on his face did not diminish in the slightest.
Under Cheng Qiyong's scorching gaze, he nodded slightly, smiled faintly, and put his hands around Cheng Qiyong's shoulders, leaning close to the other's chest in a weak gesture.
He confessed sincerely:
"No, you are my only lover. I will wait for you to return to school."
Cheng Qiyong gave a short laugh.
"It seems that being an international exchange student is very tempting to you. You become like this again." Cheng Qiyong pinched He Songfeng's chin and shook it left and right.
He Songfeng opened his eyes innocently. He followed Cheng Qiyong's hand and shook his head, denying it with a blank look on his face.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Cheng Qiyong smiled, and He Songfeng accompanied him with a light smile.
"Leave."
Cheng Qiyong left, but his faint leather scent still lingered on He Songfeng's body.
This smell is very expensive, so expensive that even though He Songfeng doesn't like Cheng Qiyong, he still follows this smell, sniffing it deeply for half a minute and swallowing countless saliva.
In this way, he tried to let the noble aura flow through his veins and throughout his body.
In the next few days of classes, two days were reserved for exams.
After the exam, the number of people coming to school dropped sharply.
It was either a cold or a fever. Several photos of patients receiving intravenous drips in hospitals were circulated among the student group, and countless sick leave notes were issued.
He Songfeng watched as the number of people in the class dropped from about twenty to five.
On the last day, only he and Cheng Yiliao were left.
As for Zhang Hejing, he has been busy helping He Songfeng arrange his study abroad for the past half month. Except for a few classes where he has to show up, he is not seen at other times.
The teacher came in, took a look, sighed lightly, waved his hand, and announced the end of school early.
He Songfeng did not rush to pack up and leave, but continued to complete his homework. Even though there was no teacher to check it, he still insisted on doing so.
Many people have said that the exchange program has already been given to He Songfeng, and that He Songfeng earned it by pleasing men with his body. So He Songfeng fell into an even more frantic study, determined to achieve a result that would convince everyone.
Cheng Yiliao looked around and said, "He Songfeng, there's no one here now."
After saying that, he hugged He Songfeng casually and squeezed over to sit next to him.
He kissed He Songfeng tentatively, and when he found that He Songfeng did not resist, he took advantage of him, opened He Songfeng's down jacket, and buried his head in his warm arms.
He Songfeng still did not resist.
Cheng Yiliao felt a little regretful now. He should have lifted up all his clothes and squeezed in to drink milk.
"Would ordinary friends do the same thing as us?"
"He Songfeng, you're just being stubborn, but you actually like me."
Cheng Yiliao talked to himself and made a conclusion about He Songfeng without authorization: "You are just shy. You are shy about letting me know that you like me."
"He Songfeng, come home with me for the New Year. I'll introduce you to my parents, and we'll be a couple. It'll piss my brother off to death."
When Cheng Yiliao said this, he was actually just talking for fun. After all, he didn't think He Songfeng would agree.
After saying this, Cheng Yiliao didn't listen carefully to He Songfeng's answer.
But just when Cheng Yiliao had the least hope, the Virgin Mary chose to pray for him, a despicable man.
"good."
Cheng Yiliao was stunned. His furry head popped out from He Songfeng's collar, and the zipper was pulled to the bottom with a sharp sound.
"Do you know what you're talking about? Do you know what I'm talking about?!"
His voice became increasingly higher, approaching disbelief.
He Songfeng lowered his eyes and spoke calmly:
"Take me home to meet your parents."
He Songfeng agreed to go with Cheng Yiliao, not actually to take revenge on Cheng Qiyong for his "Happy New Year".
He just thought about what Zhao Jie had promised him countless times: go home and confess the relationship to his parents.
He Songfeng misses home.
He doesn't care what kind of home it is. He has no home anyway, so any home can be a home for this parasite.
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The author has something to say: The next chapter will have Creation 101, where two wives serve one master, and they have to compete for favor like this [covering their faces to peek][covering their faces to peek]
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