Chapter 102 The Harder You Try, the More Unfortunate You Are

Shen Zhi didn't say anything else. He opened the remaining bottle of water and drank two sips himself.

Under the shade of the tree, Shen Zhi raised his head, his slender neck curved into a smooth arc, his small white Adam's apple slid twice, and the water in the bottle was reduced by one third.

Shen Zhi screwed the bottle cap back on, and his full lips were soaked in the water, dyed a bright red, dazzling and eye-catching, and Wen Jun's face suddenly became vivid.

"I'm just thirsty, I'll drink it myself," Shen Zhi smiled indifferently and resolved the situation with a few words.

As early as when Shen Zhi agreed with him nonchalantly from the side, Fang Hao knew that things were getting serious.

You came here with good intentions to deliver water, but who wants to hear your common sense? It's just like a dog biting Lu Dongbin who doesn't understand the good intentions and leaves people embarrassed.

"In fact, standing at attention isn't considered a high-intensity exercise. Drinking ice water can cool you down and quench your thirst," Fang Hao racked his brains and tried to make up for it. He smiled and drank a few more sips. "Senior, thank you so much."

"You're welcome," Shen Zhi could tell at a glance that the simple-minded Fang Hao was trying hard to smooth things over, and the unhappiness that had just been aroused by Song Hengyang dissipated a little.

Shen Zhi even patted his head in a good-natured manner and said, "If you like it, I'll bring it to you next time."

The gentle touch on the top of his head was transmitted to his scalp, and Fang Hao's face instantly turned red all the way to the base of his neck, like a cooked shrimp.

The senior was so gentle, and he was a closet person, so he couldn't handle it at all.

Oh my God, why is the senior such a straight guy? Fang Hao’s life is so miserable. Falling in love with a straight guy is bound to have a bad ending.

"I'm leaving first."

As soon as Shen Zhi turned around, he felt a pulling force on his trouser legs. Shen Zhi lowered his head and saw Song Hengyang leaning on his legs with his eyes closed, looking uncomfortable.

Fang Hao also came out of his dizzy state and asked in surprise: "Hengyang, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Seeing that something was wrong with Song Hengyang, Shen Zhi grabbed Song Hengyang's wrist and pulled it off his pants. After making sure there was no obstruction, he squatted down.

Song Hengyang's body went limp and he fell on Shen Zhi, his head resting on Shen Zhi's shoulders and neck. His slightly long black hair rustled Shen Zhi's neck, bringing a slight itch. His cool and soft cheek pressed against Shen Zhi's collarbone, breathing hot air.

Shen Zhi couldn't throw him on the ground, so he could only use one hand to support Song Hengyang.

"It should be hypoglycemia," Shen Zhi lowered his head and looked from top to bottom. It didn't take much effort to see Song Hengyang's frowned brows, his dark and trembling eyelashes, and his pale lips.

He couldn't stay in the sun and suffered from low blood sugar if he sat for a long time. It was the first time Shen Zhi heard the words "slim and frail" used to describe a man.

Could this be the legendary fairy boy?

Fang Hao searched his pockets but couldn't find any candy, so he ran away to borrow some from his classmates.

Shen Zhi used his hands to hold Song Hengyang's hairy head as he leaned into his arms, trying to relieve the discomfort. He used his shoulders to support Song Hengyang's body as it moved closer and closer, and was speechless for a while.

He looks so unattainable, but he is so weak when he is unconscious.

Shen Zhijin's thin and flexible upper body was entangled by the long-armed and long-legged Song Hengyang, and the cool and faint fragrance emanating from the side of his neck was also greedily inhaled by the unclear-headed Song Hengyang.

Shen Zhi was unable to move as he was entangled by Song Hengyang. He was eager to get rid of this burden of Song Hengyang. Fang Hao didn't know where he had gone, and the iced drink in his hand suddenly flew into Shen Zhi's eyes.

Shen Zhi squeezed out a gap and took action. He immediately opened the iced drink, pinched Song Hengyang's chin and poured it into his mouth.

You say drinking iced drinks is bad, but you still drink them in the end.

Shen Zhiyou had a revengeful mentality, so he hit Song Hengyang particularly hard. Song Hengyang was forced to drink so much that he kept coughing.

His thin lips were stained with water and his chin was also wet. The overflowing water slid down his thin neck to his chest and wet his collar.

His eyes, as clear as black jade, opened, as if they had been washed by a spring in the mountains in the morning, extremely black, pure and clean.

Also, because Song Hengyang had the appearance of a beautiful flower on a mountain top, his overly cold and pale skin and his inky eyes formed a strong color contrast, which made people want to pick him for no reason.

There was a faint redness in the tears in her eyes, and although she showed no emotion at all, she somehow made people feel a little bit pitiful.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" The moment Song Hengyang opened his eyes, Shen Zhi's expression changed to worry. The warmth revealed in his amber eyes was like maple syrup, and just looking at it made people taste the natural sweetness of the plant.

Song Hengyang shook his head, his eyes wandering to Shen Zhi's half-empty bottle.

Shen Zhi raised the drink in his hand without hesitation, "I'm sorry, I don't have anything here, only this iced drink, which I have drunk before. If you mind..."

Shen Zhi paused deliberately, and as expected, Song Hengyang immediately replied, "I don't mind."

There's no point in caring, Shen Zhi did it on purpose.

"Okay, you rest here, I'll leave first," Shen Zhi moved his arm, signaling Song Hengyang who was holding his sleeve to let go.

Song Hengyang loosened his hands, and the wet texture of his shirt slipped away in a flash under his fingertips. His face was still pale and he had not fully recovered.

When Shen Zhi stood up, a faint voice came from below, "Senior, can you give me the remaining water?"

Shen Zhi was startled and handed the water in his hand to Song Hengyang.

The popular science that had previously embarrassed Song Hengyang had been completely exposed by Shen Zhi. Song Hengyang had just praised him, but now not only did he have to rely on his water to survive, he also begged him to give him the remaining water.

Shen Zhi felt relieved.

Shen Zhi bent down slightly, his golden curly hair hanging down beside his ears, outlining golden lines on his jade-white face. His warm and caring expression was somewhat intoxicating at this moment. "If it's not enough, I'll get you another bottle."

"Why don't you bring me a bottle, Mr. President, instead of being so attentive to your junior fellow student here?" An abrupt voice interrupted, all inappropriate provocation.

Shen Zhi turned his head. Who else could it be but Qin Dingzhuo?

"The drinks are prepared for the new students in military training. If classmate Qin needs something, he can go and get some." Shen Zhi didn't have a good face towards Qin Dingzhuoke. He couldn't pretend to be perfect, and his expression became cold.

Qin Dingzhuo has strong facial features and thick dark eyebrows that press down, with a naturally unruly and unruly temperament at the tips of his eyebrows.

Qin Dingzhuo put the tip of his tongue against his cheek, wishing he could spit at Shen Zhi. He was so annoyed by Shen Zhi's behavior.

She pretends to be smiling all day long and looks like she can get along well with anyone, but when it comes to him, she doesn't even want to pretend and acts like she keeps people away, as if she has done something to him.

"I don't need a drink," Qin Dingzhuo nonchalantly pinched his waist, walked forward a few steps, bent down and blew a breath towards Shen Zhi's long eyelashes.

The thick eyelashes were like dandelion seeds, trembling and then spreading out. The roots of the eyelashes were moist, and a layer of mist was raised on them.

Qin Dingzhuo was so close that he could even see the fine hairs on Shen Zhi's face. He was so quiet that he actually felt that Shen Zhi was being behaved.

"Mr. President, what I lack is the taste in your mouth," Qin Dingzhuo said with a smile, and then his face turned completely cold when he saw Shen Zhi.

He was happy to see that Shen Zhi was not feeling well.

Shen Zhi didn't retreat or avoid. He lifted his eyelids and looked straight over. His clear amber pupils reflected Qin Dingzhuo's slightly arrogant face.

Qin Dingzhuo was stunned for a moment, his smile faded slightly, and he subconsciously avoided Shen Zhi's gaze.

"I said I don't like men, stop making such disgusting jokes," Shen Zhi's soft lips collided with her rosy lower lip, and the words she uttered were like a knife cutting into human flesh.

Qin Dingzhuo's expression changed immediately and he repeated, "Evil heart?"

When Shen Zhi saw Qin Dingzhuo's sullen face, his brows softened like flowers. His handsome and gentle face was like the breeze in early spring in March, with a refreshing smile that made people dazzled.

"It's really disgusting," Shen Zhi raised the corners of his lips and frowned, as if he really felt so.

"Shen Zhi, you are so fucking bold to say that," Qin Dingzhuo bit his back teeth, like an angry lion, full of hostility.

The other party, Shen Zhi, stood there calmly, not caring at all about Qin Dingzhuo's anger.

Shen Zhi, who was so afraid of being contaminated by the smell of meat, was undoubtedly the cigarette butt that ignited Qin Dingzhuo's oil barrel, which could cause a fire and explosion in the next second.

Qin Dingzhuo pushed Shen Zhi, and although he didn't use much force, Shen Zhi was still knocked to the ground by Qin Dingzhuo's force.

He didn't fall completely to the ground, as Song Hengyang caught him in his arms and cushioned his fall.

Shen Zhi's body was shaken by the impact, and his soft and tender lips just brushed Song Hengyang's neck. The strange touch made him move slightly.

"Senior, are you okay?" Song Hengyang put his arms around Shen Zhi's waist, put one hand on the ground, and helped Shen Zhi up.

Shen Zhi rubbed his left hand on the cement floor. The broken stones scratched his palm, leaving it bloody. Blood dripped down, looking somewhat shocking.

Shen Zhi's eyes flashed with pain, and he shook his head gently: "It's okay."

"I didn't use any force." The redness pierced Qin Dingzhuo's eyes, and he couldn't speak clearly, "Shen...Zhi, why are you...pretending?!"

The students around were whispering, and the noisy sounds penetrated Qin Dingzhuo's ears.

"How did that guy who looks like a gangster get into our school?"

"The senior is so kind, why is he still being bullied? He is so pitiful and makes me feel sorry for him. I feel like I am holding him in my arms and coaxing him... Eh? Did I say some nonsense?"

"What kind of hatred or grudge is that? Is it that serious?"

Qin Dingzhuo also thought that it was not necessary. In fact, his temper was not that bad, he just easily lost control in front of Shen Zhi.

At the right moment, another voice came in.

"It's because they can't get the love they want. Senior is not gay. That guy probably likes you, and love turns to hate. Didn't you see that when Senior said he didn't like men, the guy on the other side turned green with envy?"

"Shut up!" Qin Dingzhuo shouted at the crowd in a bad tone.

What are they all thinking about? He likes Shen Zhi? No kidding, he hates that hypocrite so much, and yet he can't get the love he wants. If he has such thoughts, he might as well go and make a melodramatic TV series.

When Shen Zhi stood up, he felt a tingling sensation in his ankle, probably because he had sprained it.

Song Hengyang heard Shen Zhi's gasp, and the next second he was picked up by Song Hengyang.

"Senior, I'll take you to the infirmary." Song Hengyang, who was half a head taller than Shen Zhi, was particularly reliable. Shen Zhi was forced to stay in Song Hengyang's arms, and he actually felt a trance as if the sky was covering the sun.

Listening to the exclamations coming from all around him, Shen Zhi tried hard to pretend he didn't care until he was put on the bed in the infirmary.

The doctor gave Song Hengyang a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and asked him to wash the wound on Shen Zhi's hands.

Song Hengyang squatted down and placed a trash can in front of Shen Zhi. The transparent liquid touched the bloody wound, making a sizzling sound and emitting small bubbles, and the color became darker.

Shen Zhi stared at his own theca without blinking. The gravel was washed away and the wound was not so ugly. After counting carefully, there were only three cuts.

"Thank you." When the pain from the hydrogen peroxide subsided, Shen Zhi's forehead was covered with sweat. His eyelashes were wet by the water vapor, dripping like morning dew after the rain, clear, cool and clean.

"You're welcome," Song Hengyang replied, pursing his lips and covering the remaining hydrogen peroxide.

Shen Zhi took a few breaths before he could see clearly the half-kneeling person.

From the forehead to the brow arch, straight nose and thin lips, it seems as if the most delicate craftsman in the world had drawn it all at once with a wolf hair brush. The profile is cold and natural, as cold as ice and as white as jade.

Shen Zhi fixed his eyes on one spot. He reached out and pinched Song Hengyang's jaw, examining him carefully. His overly focused gaze made Song Hengyang's subconscious stiffen.

Shen Zhi pressed the abnormal red spot on Song Hengyang's ear with his fingertips and said firmly, "You are allergic."

Song Hengyang didn't bring an umbrella when he took him to the infirmary just now.

The red spots were unusually conspicuous on Song Hengyang's cold white skin, and there was a tendency for them to spread.

Shen Zhiyu softened his tone and said, "Go find a doctor and get some medicine to apply."

When Shen Zhi left his sight, Song Hengyang's body became less tense and he promised, "I'll go in a moment."

Song Hengyang rolled up Shen Zhi's trouser legs. His slender, white ankles were a little swollen, and the congested red color looked a little eerie on his fair skin.

Shen Zhi's calves were level with Song Hengyang's eyes. Song Hengyang squatted in front of him and rolled up his legs. Shen Zhi felt that Song Hengyang was serving him as a younger brother. "You go and apply the medicine. I'm not in a big deal here."

He had heard of people dying from allergies, but had never heard of anyone dying from sprained ankles. Song Hengyang's allergy was more serious.

Shen Zhi didn't hear Song Hengyang's reply, Qin Dingzhuo followed him, sweating profusely.

When Qin Dingzhuo saw Shen Zhi being taken to the infirmary, he went directly to the canteen and bought a few bottles of frozen water.

He usually exercises a lot and gets injured frequently. He has experience in applying cold compresses to sprains in a timely manner.

He really went too far this time.

Qin Dingzhuo squatted down in front of Shen Zhi with a guilty conscience. Seeing Song Hengyang standing next to him, he grinned and said, "Brother, make way."

Song Hengyang stayed where he was, and Shen Zhi patted Song Hengyang on the shoulder and urged him, "Hurry up and apply the medicine."

Shen Zhi spoke, and Song Hengyang's naturally cold black eyes glanced at the careless Qin Dingzhuo before he stood up and left.

Qin Dingzhuo moved a stool for himself and took over Song Hengyang's seat in a dignified manner.

Qin Dingzhuo held Shen Zhi's ankle and poured the ice water he bought on it through a towel.

The sudden chill made Shen Zhi take a slight breath, like the meow of a newborn kitten.

Qin Dingzhuo's men unconsciously exerted force, and he heard a louder inhalation sound. Qin Dingzhuo quickly relaxed his force, cleared his throat, and interrupted, "President, fortunately your feet don't stink, otherwise I wouldn't give you a cold compress."

Not only did Shen Zhi's feet not smell, they were also slim and beautiful, with dark green veins hidden beneath the thin skin, and blood could vaguely be seen flowing under the blood vessels.

The swollen redness spread from the ankle, and the instep of the foot, which was tense due to pain, was stained with diluted pink. Now it was stepping on Qin Dingzhuo's thigh, and the sole of the foot was pressed against Qin Dingzhuo's overly strong thigh, blocked by the thin black shorts.

The impact of the soft white skin and the rough black cloth creates a somewhat enchanting beauty.

Qin Dingzhuo felt a little uncomfortable being stepped on, not that it hurt, but it was an indescribable feeling.

Shen Zhi silently placed his injured palm under Qin Dingzhuo's eyes. The spots on his delicate palm instantly made the instigator, Young Master Qin, shut his mouth.

Qin Dingzhuo lifted Shen Zhi's foot and moved it away from his thigh. It always felt weird to have someone step on his thigh from above.

Shen Zhi didn't know where to put his feet, so Qin Dingzhuo held them in his hand. The feet were just right in his hand, neither too big nor too small. The soles of his feet were delicate, soft, and warm to the touch. Qin Dingzhuo even felt like touching his feet with his hands.

There was a string on Qin Dingzhuo's fingertips, which fell on the sensitive soles of Shen Zhi's feet, causing them to itch for no reason.

Shen Zhi moved uncomfortably, and Qin Dingzhuo held him tighter. His rough fingertips stroked across the soles of his feet, causing Shen Zhi to gasp softly.

Qin Dingzhuo was very close to Shen Zhi, and all the noises were taken into his ears. The humming sound that came out from between Shen Zhi's lips and teeth made Qin Dingzhuo's ears numb and slowly turned red.

Qin Dingzhuo pretended to be serious and taught him: "Why are you moving around? What if you get more swollen?"

Shen Zhi was not used to this posture, but when he saw Qin Dingzhuo, who always opposed him, being humble and submissive, his mood brightened and he endured it.

Not long after, Song Hengyang came back after seeing the doctor for medicine.

Song Hengyang hooked the plastic bag with his slender jade-like finger bones. As soon as he came in, he saw Qin Dingzhuo's sun-tanned big hands grabbing Shen Zhiying's white feet and carefully applying cold compress.

Song Hengyang paused, looked away coldly, walked in, and sat down next to Shen Zhi.

Song Hengyang said nothing, took out the medicine from the plastic bag, and scribbled on it without a mirror, just like last time.

Shen Zhi didn't care too much about why Song Hengyang left and came back. He heard footsteps at the door, and Shen Zhi went over to find the sound.

"Senior Shen, would you like some milk tea?" Fang Hao, who had been running somewhere, appeared at the door with a few cups of milk tea.

Fang Hao came back from borrowing the candy but couldn't find anyone. He asked his classmates and found out that Shen Zhi had an argument with Qin Dingzhuo and came to the infirmary.

Fang Hao bought milk tea just like last time. One reason was to prevent Song Hengyang from having hypoglycemia again, and the other was that he saw Shen Zhi liked drinking it last time, and he couldn't afford to buy anything else.

As soon as Fang Hao finished speaking, his smile froze because he saw Qin Dingzhuo, the scoundrel who had been showing off and saying he wanted to pursue him a few days ago, was also here.

Qin Dingzhuo looked at Fang Hao's changing expression with amusement and waved at him, "Did you buy it for me?"

Fang Hao's smile collapsed, and he quickly said, "I bought them all, I bought them all."

"Come here," Shen Zhi's words made Fang Hao feel like he had been pardoned, and he walked to Shen Zhi's side without stopping.

Fang Hao opened the bag and said, "Senior, you choose first."

Fang Hao took out a green grape and gave it to Song Hengyang. "I saw you liked this last time, so I bought you another cup."

Shen Zhi picked up the peach oolong inside and gestured to Fang Hao: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, senior," Fang Hao took the money back into the pocket and handed it to Qin Dingzhuo.

Qin Dingzhuo glanced at the pink bubbled drink in Shen Zhi's hand with a look of disdain, "It tastes like strawberry, it's so greasy."

Shen Zhi inserted the straw, bit the straw and took two sips. His full lips were pressed against the wall of the tube and bounced up again when he left.

Shen Zhi's amber eyes were smiling. She lowered her head and spoke to Qin Dingzhuo. Her soft red lips, mixed with a sweet fragrance, blew on Qin Dingzhuo's face. She corrected him, "It tastes like peach."

Qin Dingzhuo was distracted by the raised corners of his mouth, his eyes wandered away from Shen Zhi's lips, and he pretended to be indifferent and shouted: "The peach taste is still greasy, I can't take my hands off you when I take care of you, and you can't even drink it."

Qin Dingzhuo was applying cold compress to Shen Zhi and he really couldn't let go.

Shen Zhi acted as if he didn't hear anything and continued drinking the Tao Tao Oolong in his hand as if it was none of his business.

Song Hengyang took the unopened green grapes that Fang Haoting gave him. He tilted his head and saw wet marks left on the straw by Shen Zhi's mouth as he sipped the drink.

Shen Zhi likes to bite things, and the chopsticks he uses for eating and the straw he uses for drinking will leave tooth marks on them.

What Shen Zhi didn't know was that on the playground, when Song Hengyang helped him up, he pursed his lips unconsciously when they brushed against the side of Song Hengyang's neck.

Song Hengyang raised his hand and touched his already dry neck. The faint moisture was gone, and the soft touch had long since disappeared.

"I want to drink your cup," Song Hengyang pointed at the Taotao Oolong in Fang Hao's hand.

Fang Hao hadn't drunk it yet, but upon hearing this he exchanged it with the Taotao Oolong in Song Hengyang's hand without thinking much about it.

I drank Green Grape last time, so it’s okay to change the flavor this time. Just like Senior Shen, I just want to try a few more flavors.

"Hiss", Shen Zhi's feet were pinched hard by the person who was holding them, causing a not-so-sharp pain.

Qin Dingzhuo smiled indifferently, as if he was not the one who did the bad thing, "I said, you guys are the only ones drinking, and those who work have no share, right?"

Shen Zhi pulled his feet back, but Qin Dingzhuo held them firmly in his palm. Shen Zhi also became impatient, "It's not like I'm not letting you drink."

Qin Dingzhuo was so angry at Shen Zhi's heartless words that he laughed, "I'm using my hands to cool you down, how can you drink it?"

Qin Dingzhuo raised his chin and signaled Shen Zhi, "Give me a new bottle and put a straw in it and feed me a couple of sips, or if you find it troublesome, just feed me the drink in your hand directly, either is fine."

Naturally, Shen Zhi wouldn't let Qin Dingzhuo drink what he had left, so he took the last cup of milk tea that Fang Hao brought out of the plastic bag and prepared to open it for Qin Dingzhuo.

"Actually, you can just use a plastic bag to hold the ice water. You don't have to hold it up with your hands all the time." Before Shen Zhi handed it to Qin Dingzhuo, he heard Song Hengyang's faint voice.

Shen Zhi glanced to the side, and Song Hengyang's extremely pure black pupils looked over and hit Shen Zhi's eyes.