Chapter 105 The Harder You Try, the More Unfortunate You Are

"Are you sure he will tell you about any friends he makes, no matter what kind of friends they are?" Shen Zhi asked calmly. He emphasized each word, as if he was hinting something to Chu Shi.

Chu Shi's deep eyes flashed several times in succession.

What kind of friend? What kind of friend would make two people who have been inseparable since childhood become taboo in chatting?

Chu Shi is two years older than Song Hengyang. He has taken care of Song Hengyang as if he were his elder brother since they were young. His meticulous care has attracted the attention of the adults, who sometimes even joked about sending Song Hengyang to him as a daughter-in-law.

At that time, Song Hengyang was fair and tender, with a pair of big, sparkling eyes that always stayed shut. She was quiet and silent, like an exquisite Barbie doll.

Chu Shi believed it to be true and treated Song Hengyang even better, so much so that others thought Song Hengyang was his biological brother.

Chu Shi doesn't like playing with Barbie dolls, but he has the same patience as a girl in taking care of and dressing up Barbie dolls, and he uses all of it on Song Hengyang.

When he grew up, he realized that the adults were joking, but he had been with Song Hengyang for so long that he never thought about the possibility that Song Hengyang would make friends closer than him and might gradually drift away from him.

Now a corner of the black cloth covering the heart was lifted up, letting in a faint light.

Chu Shi realized belatedly that Song Hengyang was already an adult, he would have someone he liked and would build his own family.

And perhaps he would only receive polite greetings from Song Hengyang during festivals.

How could this happen? He and Yangyang should be the closest people.

But now he doesn't know whether Yangyang likes boys or girls.

Chu Shi looked at the calm and relaxed Shen Zhi, and frowned subconsciously. His deep brows cast a sharp gaze, and his breathing tightened.

Shen Zhi was locked in Chu Shi's gaze, his palms slightly sweaty. Without changing his expression, he picked up the phone and typed in the number that Chu Shi was most familiar with. After letting Chu Shi take a look, he dialed without stopping.

Chu Shi's eyes trembled slightly, but he still did not stop Shen Zhi.

With the "beep" sound of the call, Shen Zhi's phone was picked up by Song Hengyang on the other end of the line. The cold young man's voice, like knocking ice and jade, was tinged with a hint of fatigue.

It was already ten o'clock, and according to Song Hengyang's daily routine, he would have gone to bed long ago.

Chu Shi understood Song Hengyang and knew every detail of his life. Chu Shi was shocked at his subconscious reaction. It turned out that Song Hengyang had influenced him so deeply without him realizing it.

"Senior?" Song Hengyang seemed to be waking up. He paused for a while before slowly speaking, "What do you want to talk to me about? Or do you want me to bring you medicine for your sore feet?"

The last sentence was a genuine concern, without any unpleasantness of being woken up in the middle of the night.

Shen Zhi suddenly understood why Song Hengyang was able to win the favor of most of the girls in the student union in such a short time. It was not just because of his outstanding appearance.

He was so well behaved that Shen Zhi felt a little regretful for excluding him.

It would not have mattered if he had not made this call. Shen Zhi was too suspicious and afraid that his lies would be exposed. He tried hard to mend the hole he had deliberately torn so that no one would find out.

Little did they know that this strange behavior would arouse even more suspicion.

Fortunately, Chu Shi was blinded by the feelings he had just developed after not seeing Shen Zhi for a long time, so he did not notice Shen Zhi's problem.

"No," Shen Zhi choked up, and then spoke more smoothly, "I just told you to bring breakfast to me."

Shen Zhi's words were unclear, but to Chu Shi it sounded like a couple in which a girlfriend who liked to stay in bed and act like a spoiled brat came to see her boyfriend, who was in a sweet relationship with her, under the pretext of having dinner.

Sure enough, Song Hengyang's voice on the other end carried a hint of imperceptible joy and a hint of uncertainty.

Chu Shi has known Song Hengyang for more than ten years and has watched him grow up. Song Hengyang has been like a glass doll since he was a child, with no expression and not talkative. As he grows up, his temperament becomes more and more cold.

A dozen years ago, there was no such word as emotional stability, but Chu Shi heard the words "Without tranquility, one can achieve far-reaching goals" from Grandpa Song Hengyang, and it seemed that Song Hengyang was going to do great things in the future.

Song Hengyang lived up to everyone's expectations. He skipped grades in elementary school and won many gold medals in international competitions. After graduating from high school, he was sent abroad for several years.

With almost no preparation, he returned to China to take the college entrance examination and achieved the top score in the science subject in the country, and entered Yuchuan.

Chu Shi had never seen Song Hengyang express his emotions, but now, because of his roommate who made him feel uncomfortable when they first met, he saw Song Hengyang happy again, even if it was very weak.

It took Chu Shi a long time to realize this in Song Hengyang. The first time he noticed Song Hengyang was happy, Chu Shi thought that his younger brother Yangyang, who was as beautiful as a porcelain doll, would also be secretly happy when no one noticed.

Now that Shen Zhi had easily moved Song Hengyang's emotions, Shen Zhi still asked Song Hengyang to serve him.

"Just bring it to me, you don't have to worry about anything else," Shen Zhi said and hung up the phone without giving Song Hengyang a chance to refuse.

Shen Zhi's screen was still on, and the other end seemed to have suddenly hung up the call. He was stunned for a moment before he could wrap his mind around it, and then he sent a message to Shen Zhi.

"Thank you."

Shen Zhi took a look and turned off the screen. He didn't know whether Chu Shi saw it or not. If he did, he would have reason to defend himself.

Proof of a good relationship with a person is how he reacts when you ask him for help.

If Song Hengyang did not refuse his strong request and appeared very happy, Chu Shi would mistakenly believe that he and Song Hengyang had a good relationship.

In fact, Shen Zhi reversed the relationship between the two people. It was not him who asked Song Hengyang to bring him breakfast, but he solved for Song Hengyang the trouble that Qin Dingzhuo had to bring breakfast to Song Hengyang every day.

Shen Zhi was helping Song Hengyang and told him to give him the breakfast that Qin Dingzhuo had sent as a show of affection and he would help take care of it.

Song Hengyang will naturally be happy.

"Don't be too possessive of your friends, or they will try to escape from you," Shen Zhi said to Chu Shi in an ambiguous tone, as if mocking his out-of-bounds concern as a friend.

Chu Shi looked at him deeply, but in the end said nothing and returned to his bed.

Shen Zhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, washed up and lay down on his bed.

Shen Zhi didn't know whether Chu Shi was asleep or not, and forced himself not to think about what was in the express package.

He would have to wait until Chu Shi left tomorrow before opening it.

Shen Zhi cared too much about the black package, and the sender knew everything about him.

That person even knew how dark and twisted his heart was, and his stinking soul.

Shen Zhi was afraid that his disguise as a humble and gentle gentleman would be exposed.

He told lie after lie, and tried to cover them up, wasting endless energy. Yet, he remained like a gambler who firmly believed that he could make his money back, sinking into depravity and showing no remorse.

Shen Zhi slept soundly all night. When he woke up in the morning, he found that the bed opposite him was already empty.

He got out of bed, turned off the air conditioner and opened the window.

The wind in the early morning was not so hot. The air that rushed in cleared away the dirty and depressed air, and Shen Zhi's mind became much clearer.

Shen Zhi used a knife to open the package that he had placed in a hidden place yesterday.

It's a photo.

Only half of Shen Zhi's face was shown. He was looking up at the person standing in front of him against the light. The person's face was blocked by the light or the photographer deliberately blurred the focus, so it was not clear.

Shen Zhi frowned slightly as he saw the familiar background, and the memories that had gradually faded due to his busy work came back to him.

That was in the infirmary. The person opposite him was Song Hengyang. The shot was of the moment when he looked up at Song Hengyang.

Shen Zhi's hair stood on end in an instant, as if maggots on his tarsal bones were crawling all over his body, corroding and gnawing at his bone marrow, bringing him an eerie chill.

"He" was spying on her in Yuchuan.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Shen Zhi couldn't help but shudder, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Shen Zhi tried hard to calm his trembling and carefully examined the photo in the hope of finding some clues.

Unfortunately, no, this person's photography skills are very clever, there is nothing extra, not to mention accidentally capturing any reflective objects and exposing himself.

Shen Zhi continued to look at it for a long time, and finally saw a piece of clothing in the corner of the photo that did not belong to the two people in the photo.

Shen Zhi recalled the memories of the infirmary and slowly reconstructed the scene at that time.

It should have happened when Qin Dingzhuo left and he asked Song Hengyang whether he liked men. At that time, there were only three people in the infirmary: him, Song Hengyang and Fang Hao. The corner of the clothes belonged to Fang Hao.

Qin Dingzhuo, who left, would be a huge suspect.

Shen Zhi was fed up with these frightening speculations and threw the photo onto the bed in agitation.

The small piece of paper fell on the bed and turned over, revealing the back side with the words written on it. The naked and straightforward words unexpectedly caught Shen Zhi's eyes.

"Baby, are you jealous of the proud son of heaven sitting across from you? A piece of trash like you that exudes vileness and stench will never be able to shine with him. Look at me, I am your equal."

Sticky and lingering words, almost like words of love.

Shen Zhi felt so disgusted that he wanted to vomit.

Shen Zhi tore up the photo and let it turn into snowflakes and enter the trash can.

No matter if it was Qin Dingzhuo or not, he would go to see him, and no matter who it was, he would find this maggot-like thing.

Yesterday, Shen Zhi asked Song Hengyang to give him the breakfast that Qin Dingzhuo bought for him, and Song Hengyang obediently did so.

Therefore, this morning, Shen Zhi didn't need any reason, Qin Dingzhuo came to him on his own.

"Mr. President, if you are short of this bite of food, I can buy you an extra portion," Qin Dingzhuo supported Shen Zhi's table, his tone was careless and frivolous, his eyes were cold, "How can you steal other people's food?"

Shen Zhi looked at Qin Dingzhuo carefully. From his rebellious eyebrows to his tough and sharp jawline, he looked like a rich kid with a hot temper.

Could he be the one secretly watching him?

Shen Zhi was unsure, he recalled the first time he met Qin Dingzhuo.

At that time, he had little money and could not find a job as a tutor for the young master. Paying the tuition had used up all his savings. Shen Zhi could only wait until the cafeteria was about to close and no one was there, then buy two steamed buns to eat.

It was during the time when he had hardly eaten enough that he accidentally bumped into Qin Dingzhuo due to hypoglycemia. Fortunately, the hypoglycemia was not too serious. Shen Zhi quickly peeled a candy and put it in his mouth and he recovered.

Qin Dingzhuo didn't catch him. He let go and threw him to the ground. He looked down at him with contempt and disgust in his eyes.

"Are you throwing yourself into my arms? Although I like men, I'm not interested in a man like you."

After eating the candy, Shen Zhi gradually regained consciousness. The cold sweat on his forehead did not disappear, and his hands were slightly stinging. He tried his best to control himself and stood up, trying to reply to Qin Dingzhuo as decently as possible: "Classmate, you misunderstood, I am not short of money."

Shen Zhi hid the fact that he was poor and just wanted to get rid of the bad impression Qin Dingzhuo had when they first met.

But Qin Dingzhuo didn't seem to believe it, and sneered disdainfully: "When you're exposed, your methods of fighting back are all similar. Should I say that you all have the same brain circuits?"

I'm not short of money, but I still don't have as much money as him, so I want to get some from him.

She was pretending to be noble. If she really didn't care about him, she wouldn't have deliberately bumped into him and acted weak like someone with low blood sugar.

I have to admit that this guy with a pale face is quite pitiful and is much more attentive than the others who are playing hard to get.

Qin Dingzhuo left after mocking Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi looked at Qin Dingzhuo's proud back, calmed himself down, and tried hard not to be disturbed by him.

Later, the news that Shen Zhi was a rich second-generation spread like wildfire. Shen Zhi still didn't know whether Qin Dingzhuo had changed his impression of him as a scoundrel.

There should be some changes, but not much. What Shen Zhi often heard from Qin Dingzhuo was that he called him a "hypocrite" and "Why are you pretending? Aren't you tired?" and so on.

Logically speaking, Qin Dingzhuo might have realized his true self and wanted to take the opportunity to suppress and humiliate him.

In fact, Shen Zhi still doesn't know why he offended Qin Dingzhuo. Obviously, worse things have happened to him than accidentally bumping into Qin Dingzhuo, such as a drunk boy knocking on Qin Dingzhuo's dormitory door in the middle of the night, intending to force a kiss on him, but Qin Dingzhuo let him go.

I don't know why Qin Dingzhuo is so serious when it comes to me. Maybe as a second-generation rich man, he naturally can't stand people like me who are so eager for success and is more jealous of them?

Shen Zhi couldn't understand.

Qin Dingzhuo was stared at by Shen Zhi for so long that he thought there was something strange on his face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" It couldn't be that Shen Zhi just discovered his handsome face today.

Shen Zhi hesitated and asked, "Do you hate me?"

That's why I sent him those photos that he doesn't want to recall, those disgusting words, and those humiliating gifts.

Qin Dingzhuo grinned and said quickly: "Of course I hate it very much..."

When Qin Dingzhuo saw Shen Zhi frowning and asking him this question seriously, his clear amber eyes looking at him, Qin Dingzhuo's words were suddenly stuck in his throat.

Qin Dingzhuo unconsciously turned his head to avoid Shen Zhi's gaze and pretended to cough.

But Shen Zhi didn't let him go so easily and continued to ask, "Why?"

In Shen Zhi's impression, he really had never done anything to let Qin Dingzhuo down.

Shen Zhi's voice was very soft, and seemed somewhat clear in the bright morning. The thin sunlight from outside the window shone in, casting a honey-cheese-like halo over Shen Zhi's fair and gentle face.

That extremely light sound was accompanied by a subtle sense of grievance and accusation.

The light outside gradually became warmer, making Qin Dingzhuo's ears slightly hot.

How can a man act so coquettishly? He clearly claims that he is not gay, but he has more temper than all the young boyfriends he has dated before. He even questions the victim.

"No reason," Qin Dingzhuo blocked Shen Zhi's confused questions with extremely cold and hard words, which were hard enough to hit someone.

He was so arrogant that he didn't even look at Shen Zhi, showing great integrity.

"Hiss", an indistinct sound of gasping was heard, easily reaching the ears of Qin Dingzhuo, who stood upright, his eyes looking forward, and looked righteous.

Qin Dingzhuo lowered his head and saw Shen Zhi's slender white fingers on his stomach. He looked painful, with cold sweat dripping down his face. His fingernails were turning white from the pain.

Qin Dingzhuo immediately squatted down, and the arrogance he had just shown disappeared. He hurriedly tried to pick up Shen Zhi, "I'll take you to the infirmary."

Shen Zhi trembled and opened his eyelashes that were wet with tears. The corners of his eyes were slightly red, but his face was still pale. His lips had been bitten so that they had lost their original color. There was sweat on his temples, and he looked like he was pulled out of the lake.

Shen Zhi blinked, endured the pain, raised his cold hand and grabbed Qin Dingzhuo's forearm, which made Qin Dingzhuo shiver subconsciously. The next second, he was firmly grasped in Qin Dingzhuo's palm.

"Come with me to the infirmary," Qin Dingzhuo said in a serious tone when he saw that Shen Zhi was in great pain, and the anxiety in his eyes did not seem fake.

Shen Zhi's hand fell into the hot palm, unable to move, so he simply gave up the struggle.

Shen Zhi was in so much pain that he couldn't open his mouth. His voice was soft and weak, like a kitten whimpering weakly, "I didn't eat breakfast, and my stomach hurts."

"You..." It was no big deal, Qin Dingzhuo thought...

Qin Dingzhuo heaved a sigh of relief, tore open the breakfast on Shen Zhi's table, and kept feeding it into his mouth, scolding him without mercy: "You are so hungry without eating? You are really promising."

When Qin Dingzhuo saw Shen Zhi's pale face, he felt inexplicably angry.

"You didn't eat breakfast, and you just watched?" Qin Dingzhuo attacked without any reservation: "Shen Zhi, are you okay?"

The breakfast that Qin Dingzhuo had just protected with his eyes was fed to Shen Zhi by him, piece by piece, and he shouted impatiently: "Drink another mouthful of porridge, the kitten eats more than you, you won't die if you eat more, but if you don't, you'll die in pain."

"Just eat as much as you can. If it's not enough, I'll buy more."

"I really didn't check the almanac before I went out today. I didn't take anything back, and now I have to serve you."

…

Shen Zhi was forced to listen to Qin Dingzhuo's long chatter, and his upset stomach felt a little better. He closed his mouth and shook his head slightly, refusing to eat anything.

Qin Dingzhuo threw most of the remaining breakfast on the table with a gloomy face, muttering: "Don't eat properly, if you don't have a stomachache, who will have a stomachache? You deserve it."

Shen Zhi didn't react when he heard this. When he raised his head, he looked at people with a pure gaze.

Qin Dingzhuo was stunned unconsciously.

The soft and plump lips are filled with blood, looking very bright and glamorous, which is captivating.

"What... do you want to do again?" Qin Dingzhuo looked at Shen Zhi with flashing eyes, stuttering a little.

Shen Zhiyao's black eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a small shadow on his fair skin, which made people feel inexplicably pity.

"Thank you," Shen Zhi said in a soft tone, thanking Qin Dingzhuo first.

Warm maple syrup flowed from his amber eyes, making everyone who saw it taste the sweetness of the sugar, and even believed his words a little more, as if they had really become his savior.

Qin Dingzhuo coughed uncomfortably. Even if he was not a good person, he would not choose this time to have an argument with Shen Zhi.

"No matter who it is, I will help him." Qin Dingzhuo didn't believe what he said. Qin Dingzhuo realized that he was not a good person and decisively changed the subject, "Why do you suddenly have a stomachache?"

The pale yellow sunlight shone on Shen Zhi's slightly protruding neck, outlining an attractive curve. The slender white neck trembled, as if it was difficult to speak. Shen Zhi said after a while: "I have been eating hard steamed bread for several days, and my stomach can't take it anymore."