Chapter 45 Chapter 45 The list of people going abroad is announced...
In a rental apartment in Jialin City, there was no light on. The thin gray moonlight rushed in from behind the half-drawn bed curtains, sinking like stagnant water at the man's feet.
The only light source in the room was the computer monitor. The man sitting in front of the computer lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and leaned his back deeply backward, like a corpse, leaning straight into the back of the chair.
The cheap chair creaked sharply, followed by a particularly cloying panting sound from the screen. No, it couldn't be described as panting, it should be described as delicate gasping.
Just by listening, you can hear the sweet sweat and skin touching each other in the sound. If you use your ears as eyes, the sound is a deep pink flesh color.
"Fuck, that's so slutty."
Zhou Biao inhaled half of the cigarette into his lungs in one breath.
The belt was pulled out from his waist and thrown to the ground with a terrifying crisp sound, like a hammer falling from a high place.
He extinguished the tobacco in the ashtray, and smoked with his left hand. With his right hand, he took out his mobile phone and opened the subscription group. He dug out the words that these people had used to fantasize about and insult He Songfeng, and ate them with the video as a side dish.
After finishing his meal, he contentedly lit another cigarette. He held the cigarette in his left hand and placed his right hand on the arrow keys on the keyboard. He tapped right a few times, then a few more times, and finally, impatiently, held them down.
The progress bar flying to the right looks more like a hammer, like a murder weapon still in the process of falling from a high altitude.
The falling speed was too fast, and the target was directly aimed at the innocent poor guy standing below - He Songfeng.
Zhou Biao turned off the computer and sat quietly in the dark, biting the butt of his cigarette and chuckling in a creepy way.
The wind rushed into the room through the window, and the gray moonlight was blown one step closer to Zhou Biao's feet.
Zhou Biao stared at the moonlight that was not clear and bright enough, the smile on his face became more and more exaggerated, and his secret joy turned into wild laughter.
He brought the chair to the moonlight, opened his legs, and imprisoned the gray on the ground between his legs.
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at the same time.
Cheng Yiliao was so anxious that he couldn't sleep all night. He stared at the corner of the desk where the computer was originally placed. The emptiness seemed to have hollowed out his heart.
If it was an ordinary thief, all the valuables in the house would have been taken away, but no, the other party clearly chose the computer as his target, which means that he was going for the video in Cheng Yiliao's computer.
Who could it be? Who could it be?
From Cheng Yiliao's perspective, there are too many people who can do such a thing, Cheng Qiyong, Zhang Hejing, Zhou Biao, Zhao Jieyi...
There are no good people around He Songfeng, and everyone wants to harm him.
Cheng Yiliao thought about it over and over again but couldn't figure it out.
He sat up from the bed and sent a text message to He Songfeng, but the other party did not reply.
He began to refresh the school forum all night long, fearing that a nude photo of He Songfeng would appear in the next second.
He was even more uneasy and worried than the person in the photo.
When the morning sun shone through the window into Cheng Yi's shackled pupils, his facial features, which had been twisted into a vortex due to anxiety, suddenly relaxed.
He took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully as if he was going to puke out his lungs.
With a bang, Cheng Yiliao fell on the bed, looking at the pale ceiling as if admiring He Songfeng's pale and pitiful appearance.
He stretched out his hand and reached upwards.
He began to laugh, his chest rumbling.
There were two words mixed in with his laughter, which were clearer than his laughter, as if they had been sharpened.
He said, "Elope."
The laughter stopped abruptly, and Cheng Yiliao's dark eyes stared at the ceiling, like the lens of a pinhole camera.
His Adam's apple moved up and down slightly, and each word he spoke was like a threat, like an inducement:
"He Songfeng, it has already happened. There is no point in being sad. Let's think about how to solve it together."
"Let's elope."
"You can't stay in this city anymore. Come with me. Let's go to a strange city. You can start over, and we can start over too."
"He Songfeng... He Songfeng..."
After saying all this, the smile on Cheng Yiliao's face appeared disgustingly, like a corpse floating up after falling into a deep well.
He jumped out of bed and started preparing to elope with He Songfeng. While choosing a location, he fantasized about his life with He Songfeng.
He even wanted to thank the thief for assisting him and He Songfeng with a home run.
The next day, Cheng Yiliao saw He Songfeng in class. He sat over and simply asked, "Where did you go last night? Why didn't you reply to my text message?"
He Songfeng slowly turned his head, stared at Cheng through the chains, and replied softly, "My phone is broken."
"Why didn't you tell me? I would have bought it for you."
"Um."
After He Songfeng achieved his goal, he no longer looked at Cheng Yiliao, and Cheng Yiliao also kept silent about the computer theft.
Within an hour, He Songfeng received the new phone from Cheng Yiliao, but he did not accept it. Instead, he pointed at the phone box and gave an order:
"Show me your shopping records."
Cheng Yiliao brought his bill to He Songfeng. He Songfeng bit his fingertips lightly, frowned and checked it carefully.
After confirming that it was a brand new product from the official website and not second-hand, that the order was placed an hour ago, and that the price was actually 12,000 yuan, He Songfeng breathed a sigh of relief and took the new phone.
"Do you think I'm your rubbish ex-boyfriend? You gave me a cell phone, a refurbished one at that. It's hilarious."
Cheng Yiliao crossed his arms, raised his eyebrows, and said with certainty: "He Songfeng, I really like you, and I will definitely treat you well."
With his departure abroad approaching and a new mobile phone coming up, He Songfeng was in a good mood recently, so he simply turned his face to the side and pressed the fingertips with a small red mark bitten on his cheek, indicating that Cheng Yiliao could kiss him there.
Cheng Yiliao waved his hands and refused repeatedly: "Tsk, you're making it like a green deal again. I just want to be good to you, and I don't want you to give me anything in return."
"I don't accept your affection, I only accept exchanging my body for your favors."
He Songfeng once again rejected Cheng Yiliao bluntly.
Seeing Cheng Yiliao's face turn from red to ashen, He Songfeng still stubbornly treated his kindness as a deal, so he took the initiative to kiss Cheng Yiliao on the cheek.
One code for one code, no one owes anyone anything.
So Cheng Yiliao's face became more and more gloomy. It should have been a sweet thing for He Songfeng to kiss him, but when it happened to Cheng Yiliao, it was like a slap in the face, making Cheng Yiliao's feelings worthless.
The class bell rang.
He Songfeng was about to pack up and go to another classroom to continue his class. The moment he stood up, Cheng Yiliao suddenly grabbed his hanging hand and held it tightly.
Cheng Yiliao pressed on:
"What about eloping? If I elope with you, what will you give me in exchange?"
He Songfeng's face suddenly changed and his pupils trembled.
He didn't understand why Cheng Yiliao suddenly said this when he knew he was going abroad for exchange.
"Cheng Yiliao, what do you want to do?!"
He Songfeng's voice suddenly broke, and his sensitive emotions radiated outward uneasily.
"Did you do something to me?"
He Songfeng's voice suddenly became dry and hoarse. His throat had shrunk into a tiny hole due to his anxiety, and his voice escaped from the narrow hole.
He Songfeng sat down again, took the initiative to wrap Cheng Yiliao's hands, stared at Cheng Yiliao in horror, and said in a low voice as if begging or pleading:
"Please don't hurt me again, at least not in this way."
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Cheng Yiliao's throat also began to make a rusty crackling sound. He knew that He Songfeng's dream of going abroad was destined to end in tragedy, but facing He Songfeng who had shattered into a pool of ripples in front of him, he was unable to say what was going on.
That would hurt He Songfeng and would only make him more devastated.
But not telling He Songfeng would only delay his collapse.
Cheng Yiliao put on a smile, pinched He Songfeng's hands that were shaking with nervousness, and smiled casually, "No, I was just asking casually. But what if? What if you're not on the list, then you can just elope with me."
"How could I not be on the list? My grades are so good, and I'm related to your brother..."
After He Songfeng said this, he felt a little unsure. The sound crawled from his throat to his nasal cavity, and came out as a buzzing sigh.
Cheng Yiliao took a deep breath, with a word on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't say it in the end.
What he wanted to say was: "Can my brother be trusted?"
Based on Cheng Yiliao's understanding of Cheng Qiyong, as long as He Songfeng's registration form passes through his hands, this matter will not be accomplished.
But in the end Cheng Yiliao chose to conceal it.
Cheng Yiliao gently pulled He Songfeng into his arms, hugged him gently, and comforted him gently: "I really just said it casually, don't be too sensitive."
Cheng Yiliao, who has always been carefree, was as light as a gust of wind for the first time, fearing that even the slightest harshness of his tone or action would blow away the gust of wind in his palm.
"I'm sorry to have upset you."
Cheng Yiliao's voice became muffled. "I'm so sorry. I was so stupid."
He Songfeng's eyes were very bright, abnormally bright.
Like a broken mirror, too many cracks similar to ripples have emerged, dividing this watery mirror into several teardrops.
This kind of cuddling lasted less than half a minute. He Songfeng pushed Cheng Yiliao away, severing all ties between him and Cheng Yiliao, and stood aside, rubbing the corners of his clothes with his hands.
He Songfeng took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.
I forced myself to hold back my tears, walked calmly towards the classroom for the next class with an expressionless face as if nothing had happened.
But the aftermath of fear still surged in the tiny throat.
He lost his voice.
He Songfeng spent a few more days in a daze, and everything remained calm on the surface.
Cheng Qiyong hugged him to sleep, Cheng Yiliao held his hand and told him that everything was fine, and Zhang Hejing said he had arranged everything.
But He Songfeng was still worried all day long, and kept repeating the words: What if? What if?
In He Songfeng's unfortunate life, tragedy is like his ever-growing hair, deeply parasitic in his body, sucking away all his vitality, and determined to force him to death with misfortune.
[School Announcement] [Regarding the Selection of International Exchange Students for the Spring Semester of 2026 - List of Selected Students Announced]
The following names of the selected candidates are ranked according to the comprehensive scores of the final exam of the previous semester:
Dong Caijie
Zhanqian
Zhou Hongzhi
Songfang
Zhu Hongchou
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This list will be posted on the school bulletin board at 6:00 am tomorrow. The final right of interpretation belongs to the Board of Directors of Gram International College.
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