Chapter 43 Chapter 43 2026 International Exchange Student Exchange...
He Songfeng picked up his broken cell phone and held it carefully in his hands, as if he was holding his own child. He lowered his head and used the side of his face to feel the child's body temperature.
Cold, dirty, broken and sharp.
The child could not be saved after all.
In desperation, I had to reluctantly throw it into the trash can, like sending a child into an incinerator, and we would never be together again.
He Songfeng's facial features twitched as he recalled the past with deep sorrow. From between his tightly pursed lips and teeth, he muttered two words: "It hurts."
He Songfeng didn't have a cell phone and couldn't contact Zhang Hejing, so he simply chose to go back directly.
The neon lights on the street shone brightly, and the bright signs of the small bars and bars lined up on the roadside illuminated the streets like daylight. Speakers blasted out through the glass doors, blasting out the rhythmic pop dance music, or slapping the strings of guitars like plucking nerves.
But He Songfeng did not belong to this bustle after all. He walked on the edge of the crowd, tightened his coat, rubbed his hands together, covered his mouth and nose with his hands to warm them up, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.
The street scene seemed to be covered in a grayish white by the cold air, and breathing in and out was just a white mist.
Tap tap.
It was the sound of footsteps following closely behind me.
He Songfeng paused and looked back suddenly.
The strange man behind him was stunned by He Songfeng's gaze, but he quickly walked around He Songfeng and continued walking forward.
He Songfeng adjusted his gaze and continued walking forward.
Tap tap.
Still the sound of footsteps.
He Songfeng pretended not to hear and continued walking forward, but suddenly turned back without warning.
Tap tap tap——
The opponent was caught off guard by He Songfeng and obviously did not expect He Songfeng to strike back.
There were dense and continuous steps of fleeing from near to far, like rats in a sewer.
He Songfeng could no longer pretend that nothing had happened.
He Songfeng had played the cat-and-mouse stalking game too much, so he decided to follow the footsteps and then scold Zhang Hejing - have you had enough?
He Songfeng went against the crowd and walked in the direction where the footsteps disappeared without hesitation.
Finally, he stopped at the intersection of a dark alley between bars. The alley was like another world, completely dark, without a trace of light, like a huge mouth of the abyss, waiting for innocent little fish and shrimp to dive into it.
He Songfeng stared into the darkness of the alley, trying to see something from it.
He was very sure that there was someone looking at him in the darkness. The other person's eyes were like stars that gradually dimmed in the night sky. They were extremely difficult to spot and required careful concentration.
Sometimes being overly focused isn't a good thing.
Because you can't tell whether the killer lurking in the darkness is willing to take the bait or is just waiting in the wings.
"Who's in there?"
The only answer to He Songfeng's question was the sound of the wind blowing through the hall, which blew He Songfeng's hair into a ferocious dance, and then quickly dropped it down, casually draped in front of his body.
The pair of dim eyes in the darkness were still staring at He Songfeng intently, and the distance was getting closer and closer, until there was only a line separating light and darkness between him and He Songfeng.
Extreme malice is evident.
He Songfeng felt it and took a step back.
"Don't follow me anymore."
He Songfeng wanted to leave, but just as he was about to turn around, he immediately straightened his body and turned back to face the darkness.
He Songfeng's unexpected action allowed him to catch a glimpse of a pair of hands stabbing out from the darkness!
If - if He Songfeng hadn't turned over in time.
Then He Songfeng would be immediately dragged into the darkness by these hands.
He Songfeng took two steps back in fear.
And those hands were like cockroaches hiding in the cracks, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
But cockroaches are cockroaches. Even if they disappear, they will still cause huge psychological trauma to people. The panic will not disappear because of the disappearance of cockroaches, but will be multiplied instead.
As He Songfeng retreated, his legs went weak and his body lost balance and fell.
Just when he was about to fall, a pair of hands came up from behind He Songfeng, silently and suddenly appearing like a ghost.
He Songfeng screamed.
"What's wrong?" It was Zhang Hejing's voice.
A creepy feeling ran through He Songfeng's whole body, and goose bumps appeared densely on his arms.
Not only did He Songfeng not feel safe, he was so frightened that he lost his voice in Zhang Hejing's arms, which were like a ghost following him.
If the owner of those hands in the shadows isn't Zhang Hejing, then who else could it be?!
This is the scariest thing.
Has Zhao Jieyi been released on bail?
Or... or is Zhou Biao coming back to take revenge on him?
Or is there a new bad man entangled with him?
"Where is Cheng Yiliao?" Zhang Hejing suddenly asked.
"There's someone in there, and he's got his eyes on me."
He Songfeng answered the question irrelevantly. He pointed into the dark alley and stared at it.
Zhang Hejing turned on the flashlight on his cell phone and shone it inside.
But the flashlight was only enough to illuminate a small part of the alley entrance, and the darkness deeper inside was beyond reach. The faint light could barely reach the middle of the alley, and a tall and thin shape could be vaguely seen, but it was impossible to be sure that it was the shape of a person.
"I see."
Zhang Hejing's expression suddenly became serious. He held He Songfeng's waist and took him away from here as soon as possible. "I will protect you."
The next day, school started, and the feeling of being monitored and followed at school did not ease. The disgusting gaze came from the tiny gaps around me, just like a cockroach.
However, He Songfeng no longer intended to continue to tangle with the cockroach, he had more important things to do.
"Uh ah... please be gentle, be gentle with me."
He Songfeng was in Cheng Qiyong's office, using the posture they often used, lying on the table, holding a piece of paper and a pen, burying his head in the table as he wrote something with his wrist trembling.
There was a mountain of A4 papers piled up next to He Songfeng, each of which was covered with black words.
"Ahh...ah..."
He Songfeng pulled up the hair at the back of her head and wrapped it around her front. Her long hair rustled as her body swayed, like the branches of a willow tree.
He Songfeng's pen also makes a rustling sound.
The white paper was covered in a lot of wet water, creating a swirling, intertwined, ambiguous watery hue. He Songfeng's delicate, pale fingers touched the paper, carefully wiping across the water droplets. Inadvertently, they wiped over the first sentence on the paper—[Jialin International College 2026 Spring Semester International Exchange Student Program Exchange Study Application Form]
"Is this form...is this how I fill it out?"
He Songfeng stopped writing, tapped his hand on the table, and signaled Cheng Qiyong to stop.
Cheng Qiyong simply turned over while holding He Songfeng, and He Songfeng lay flat on his back. Cheng Qiyong's huge body was like a mountain, covering He Songfeng's head tightly.
Just as Cheng Qiyong leaned over and was about to kiss He Songfeng, the wet registration form hit Cheng Qiyong's face.
Cheng Qiyong tried to grab it and crumple it into a ball, but He Songfeng quickly took back the registration form and put it in front of his face. Under Cheng Qiyong's gaze, the registration form slowly moved down, and his bright and moist eyes gradually appeared in front of Cheng Qiyong.
He Songfeng's eyes were as bright and watery as his sweaty body, filled with a strong pleading look for mercy.
If Cheng Qiyong wanted to look He Songfeng in the eye, he would definitely see a row of large characters on the top line of the paper.
"Is that what it says?"
He Songfeng was like a puppy, whimpering.
Cheng Qiyong didn't want to work at this time and insisted on grabbing the registration form.
He Songfeng's hand followed the clues and wrapped around the arm that Cheng Qiyong handed over, entangled with it. His cold and delicate fingertips rubbed Cheng Qiyong's hot and swollen arm muscles, tickling the purple and blue veins that bulged out of the muscle surface.
"Carry me to the chair and I'll move by myself. Can you spare a moment to help me?"
Cheng Qiyong couldn't persuade He Songfeng, so he picked him up and sank into the office chair.
Move by yourself? He Songfeng didn't want to move by himself.
He Songfeng wrapped his slender arms around Cheng Qiyong's neck, and his whole body leaned obediently against Cheng Qiyong's arms. His delicate breath blew gently and softly on Cheng Qiyong's neck, making the protruding Adam's apple on his neck jump up and down.
Then, a hand touched the registration form held by Cheng Qiyong, pointing to a column and asking, "Is this correct?"
The more Cheng Qiyong looked, the tighter his brows furrowed.
Obviously this registration form is not satisfactory enough.
He Songfeng pressed his thumb on Cheng Qiyong's brow to smooth it out, and made a coquettish sound through his nose: "Help me, I know you are the best."
Cheng Qiyong pinched He Songfeng's face and pulled it to the left and right.
"I really want to tear your face off and hang your true self in the sun to wash and dry."
Innocent tears filled He Songfeng's eyes. He covered his flushed cheek with his hands, lowered his eyes and let the black mole on his eyelids into Cheng Qiyong's eyes.
He Songfeng muttered softly: "I don't know what you are talking about."
"The wording and sentence structure are not formal enough."
"Your competitiveness was not highlighted in your self-introduction."
"Also... the handwriting is distorted."
He Songfeng couldn't help but retorted: "Fuck you."
Cheng Qiyong paused, and he pinched the registration form and He Songfeng's waist with his palm. The rough paper rubbed He Songfeng's waist flesh red.
Immediately afterwards, the culprit of the distorted handwriting was exposed and began his crazy revenge, which included punishing He Songfeng for not keeping his word.
Fifteen minutes? Half an hour?
He Songfeng could no longer tell the time. He hung comfortably in Cheng Qiyong's arms, his arms and legs resting on the armrests of the chair, his limbs twitching uncontrollably due to extreme physical exhaustion.
At this time, He Songfeng saw Cheng Qiyong still staring at his registration form, and suddenly picked up the pen and put it to He Songfeng's mouth, signaling He Songfeng to move.
He Songfeng opened his mouth, bit off the pen cap, held it between his lips, and pressed it under his tongue.
When he should have closed his eyes and caught his breath, He Songfeng laughed heartily.
"Hahahaha—Cheng Qiyong, I'll be on the list for overseas exchange, right?"
When Cheng Qiyong looked over, He Songfeng straightened his waist and stuck out his tongue with the pen cap rolled up. At the moment when Cheng Qiyong lowered his head, He Songfeng spit out the pen cap and retracted his tongue into a pursed smile.
Cheng Qiyong lowered his head and smiled along with He Songfeng.
He even pressed a pen on He Songfeng's cheek and wrote two words.
【Stolen Goods】
Cheng Qiyong looked up again and his smile faded.
He stared at the registration form in front of him, still smiling, but his smile was so uncomfortable that it made his back cold.
But he deliberately didn't let He Songfeng catch this weirdness from below.
He Songfeng rested for a while, wiped himself with a towel, put on his clothes and went back to class.
Cheng Qiyong was the only one left in the office. He had read the registration form in front of him over and over again.
In fact, Cheng Qiyong deceived He Songfeng.
This registration form is so well written, it's simply perfect.
It’s hard to imagine that last semester He Songfeng was a country bumpkin who didn’t even know what the foreign teacher was saying.
He Songfeng is smart, you could say he is a genius, and he can understand anything at a glance.
If He Songfeng really goes abroad, it will mean that the situation is completely out of control.
Cheng Qiyong stared at the three words "He Songfeng" in the name column of the registration form, and his thoughts became increasingly dark and gloomy.
At this time, the student who came to collect the application forms walked in, put his hands on both sides of the pile of documents, and asked, "President, are these all the application forms sent for final review?"
Cheng Qiyong restrained his expression and regained his composure.
"Um."
The other party pointed at the wet registration form in Cheng Qiyong's hand and asked in confusion, "What about the one in your hand?"
Cheng Qiyong looked up and looked at the student.
Under the other person's gaze, he folded He Songfeng's registration form in half with an expressionless face.
tear——
Tear it apart.
Cheng Qiyong changed the side and continued to tear it until there was no possibility of repairing the table.
"Then I'll go first." The student carried a stack of registration forms to the final review.
Cheng Qiyong stood up and saw the pen cap kissed by He Songfeng on the ground. He lowered his head and examined it for half a second.
He raised his leg and stepped on it without hesitation until it was completely crushed into a pile of gravel.
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