Chapter 109 The Harder You Try, the More Unfortunate You Are

Shen Zhi raised his hand, and his slender, slightly cool fingertips traced Song Hengyang's cold eyebrows and eyes. His jade-like eyes were exquisite and noble, and now they were only a few inches away from Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi's parents divorced when he was a child, so he never had any treasures, but now he wants to touch this expensive gem.

Shen Zhi was so drunk that he could not stand steadily. He relied on Song Hengyang for support, like a rag doll with shiny golden hair nestling in Song Hengyang's arms.

Song Hengyang's hand fell on Shen Zhi's lower back. The warm touch penetrated into Song Hengyang's palm through the thin cloth, making him feel slightly restless.

Shen Zhi didn't like being controlled. His thin and flexible waist twisted restlessly, trying to break away from the gradually rising temperature and control of his hands.

Song Hengyang curled his fingers slightly and slowly loosened them.

A faint cold fragrance emanated from Shen Zhi's loose collar, spreading out and wafting around Song Hengyang's nose.

Without support, Shen Zhi involuntarily moved closer to Song Hengyang, "No kissing, just touch, okay?" Shen Zhi curled his lips, as if he had made the biggest concession.

Song Hengyang lowered his eyes and glanced at the wide short sleeves on Shen Zhi's body. From his angle, he could even see Shen Zhi's skin, which was as delicate as jade. It was so tender and delicate that it seemed as if it could leave marks if it was kneaded casually.

Because there were still some red marks on Shen Zhi's clean face, left by Qin Dingzhuo. Although he didn't use much force, the faint finger marks could still be vaguely seen.

Song Hengyang's long and straight eyelashes trembled when Shen Zhi touched them, like a fluttering butterfly, and the shadows they cast were faintly imprinted on his cold white cheeks, like an exquisite and fragile white jade sculpture.

Shen Zhi stood on tiptoe and tilted his head to look at Song Hengyang. This person was so beautiful and he liked her so much.

He also wants to have a baby toy that he can keep at home and that belongs to him privately.

He was clearly touching Song Hengyang without his permission. Shen Zhi took advantage of his unconsciousness and touched his eyebrows recklessly.

But now he wants to go a little further.

Shen Zhi tilted his head, and his rosy and moist lips slowly approached Song Hengyang. The faint fragrance in his breath turned into mist and blew on Song Hengyang's face.

Song Hengyang's eyebrows were as cold as jade, and his clear eyes were as deep as ever. When Shen Zhi approached, Song Hengyang's eyes trembled slightly and he tilted his head slightly.

Shen Zhi's moist and soft lips rubbed across his cheek and landed on his shoulder.

"You are drunk," Song Hengyang held Shen Zhi in his arms and walked into the dormitory.

Fang Hao rubbed his face vigorously to sober up, and was then instructed by Song Hengyang to buy hangover medicine for Shen Zhi.

The only people left in the dormitory were the drunk Shen Zhi and Song Hengyang.

The cell phone in Shen Zhi's trouser pocket was hot. He took it out with a frown and found three missed calls.

Song Hengyang glanced at the call and saw that it was made by someone with the note "brother". "Do you need me to call back for you, senior?"

The family will be anxious if they can’t find it.

The strong light in the dormitory irritated Shen Zhi's fragile eyes, which were covered with moisture without warning. Shen Zhi heard Song Hengyang's words clearly and shook his head.

There is no need to fight, no one will worry about him.

Shen Zhi felt a flash of pain between his brows, and his ankle still hurt a little.

Shen Zhi bent down and lifted up his trousers. His thin, white ankle was still a little red. It seemed that the minor injury he suffered a few days ago could not be healed by Shen Zhi.

"It hurts," Shen Zhi said weakly with his lips pursed.

Shen Zhi stared at the red mark on his ankle, poking it with his slender fingers, as if he was curious about why it was not healed yet.

Song Hengyang found a spray from the cupboard, stopped Shen Zhi from making his injury worse, squatted down, held Shen Zhi's calf and sprayed him with the medicine.

The cool mist of medicine fell on Shen Zhi's ankles, and the swelling and heat subsided a lot. The drunk Shen Zhi also knew that the person in front of him was helping him, and said softly: "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Song Hengyang paused and closed the lid of the sprayer.

Shen Zhi waited obediently for the medicine mist to dissolve in him, watching him intently without making any noise or fuss. He was very well behaved, so well behaved that he would answer any questions asked.

"Senior, why don't you add me as your friend?" Song Hengyang's eyes flashed with confusion.

He really doesn't understand.

Why is the senior so nice to me, as if he likes me, yet he refuses to get close to me? Did he do something to make the senior unhappy?

Shen Zhi looked at Song Hengyang slowly, his amber eyes revealing the same confusion.

Why do you have to fight with him? He has nothing. What he has fought for is just a little bit, and it is taken away by others. This makes him very uncomfortable.

But he could forgive Song Hengyang because Song Hengyang was very beautiful and looked like his ideal beautiful toy.

"Come here, I'll tell you," Shen Zhi said with a smile on his lips and his eyes clear and pure.

No one would refuse Shen Zhi.

Song Hengyang's eyes flashed with confusion, but he still obediently approached Shen Zhi.

The next second, the lips were filled with a soft fragrance, and the wet touch lingered between the lips. The thin lips were sucked like a child licking candy, without any rules.

Shen Zhi bit Song Hengyang's lips. The itching of his teeth was infinitely magnified at this moment, and also relieved at this moment.

Shen Zhi's soft arms rested on the back of Song Hengyang's neck, firmly holding his beloved toy, without relaxing for a moment.

The alcohol slowly permeated Shen Zhi's body, his head became dizzy, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Shen Zhi lay on the bed. The fragrance he sensed before going to bed last night seemed to have entered his dream, lingering around his limbs and wrapping around his body tightly.

The body's biological clock woke up Shen Zhi after his hangover. There was no severe pain in his temples. Shen Zhi struggled to get up from the bed, and what he saw was a completely unfamiliar environment.

Where is this?

Shen Zhi's gaze drifted down. He saw a tall man lying on the desk in front of the window. His sleeves were hanging halfway, revealing his smooth arms. Facing Shen Zhi's half-profile, his lines were smooth and neat.

Yesterday's memories slowly came back to him, and Shen Zhi closed his eyes with an inexplicable expression.

It's only half past six.

Shen Zhi turned on his cell phone, his finger paused on the three calls he missed last night, and he blocked and deleted them.

Shen Zhi got out of bed. He slept on Song Hengyang's bed last night, and Song Hengyang slept on the desk all night.

There was a hangover medicine bought for him on the desk. Shen Zhi walked over and stared at Song Hengyang's cold and pale profile, which was as transparent as jade and looked like a sleeping elf.

Shen Zhi subconsciously curled up his fingers, walked around the sleeping Song Hengyang, and opened the curtain of the dormitory.

The clear sunlight poured in and shone on Song Hengyang's face, leaving shadows of light and making his deep facial features more three-dimensional.

Shen Zhi pursed her lips and looked at Song Hengyang deeply before leaving.

Today is the freshman orientation meeting, and Shen Zhi is extremely busy.

The backstage was almost a mess. It started in the evening and was in chaos since the afternoon.

"Senior," Ruan Zhu, who came hurriedly, looked anxious. He walked around the crowd and grabbed Shen Zhi's arm, begging, "Senior, can you host the freshman meeting? The original host has an allergy today and is seriously ill and can't go on stage."

Shen Zhi's eyes trembled slightly, and he said hesitantly: "But I..."

"No buts, senior, you are the best candidate," Ruan Zhu said with certainty while holding the host's script.

Shen Zhi's eyes were slightly soft, and he smiled sincerely, "Then I'll give it a try."

Ruan Zhu breathed a sigh of relief and quickly handed the manuscript to Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi's fingertips trembled and his heart was beating. He hated himself for using such despicable means to gain benefits, but he couldn't control his excitement for this moment of honor and trembled all over.

The familiar black and white words slowly penetrated Shen Zhi's eyes, leaving a deep impression in his mind.

After rehearsing again and again, Shen Zhi, wearing a suit, went on stage that night.

"Dear leaders, dear classmates, good evening. I am Shen Zhi, a junior majoring in finance. I will be the host today..."

The simply and neatly tailored suit perfectly shows Shen Zhi's slender figure. The dazzling flash lights shine on Shen Zhi's gentle face, and his confident and generous expression shines brightly in the night of Yulichuan.

Countless people are watching him tonight, and countless people are amazed by him tonight.

Shen Zhi became the most eye-catching sight at the freshman convention.

No one can rob him of his light.

"Senior, you look so handsome today!" Ruan Zhu excitedly greeted Shen Zhi who had just stepped off the stage.

Shen Zhi was having difficulty breathing because of the overly tight suit, but he still smiled gently and said, "Thank you."

Ruan Zhu was truly amazed by Shen Zhi tonight. The usually gentle senior displayed a strong aura today and seemed to be glowing while hosting the show.

"Senior, do you know? During the two hours you hosted today, you successfully squeezed out junior Song and now you have become the top of the school handsome boy list in our Yuchuan." Ruan Zhu showed Shen Zhi the list of school handsome boys in Yuchuan, looking very happy.

Shen Zhi's face turned pale, but he still smiled reservedly: "I don't care about these false names."

Ruan Zhu also noticed that Shen Zhi was not in the right state at this time, "Senior, are you too tired?"

Shen Zhi unbuttoned his suit. He was usually gentle and elegant, but beads of sweat slid down his slender white neck from his temples. His clear amber eyes revealed a startling charm.

"I want to go back and rest first," the clear voice flowed out from Shen Zhi's rosy lips.

Ruan Zhu seemed to be tempted, and stumbled to make way, "Senior, you should have a good rest."

Shen Zhi picked up a bottle of water from the box, squeezed it open and poured it into his mouth. Transparent water stains leaked out from the corners of his tender red lips and slid down his collar.

The fine white finger bones were trembling.

Shen Zhi found a deserted place to sit down, closed his eyes in pain, and wiped his face fiercely.

He seemed to see that person.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but he disappeared the next second.

He had to admit that even after so many years, his fear of that man seemed to be engraved in his bones.

He couldn't fall into the same situation again, isolated and helpless with no one to turn to, with all the swords rushing towards him, pushing him to the point of no return.

Shen Zhi tried hard to cheer himself up, reading the praises for him on the Yuchuan campus forum, watching him climb the list of school idols at an astonishing speed, and crushing the title that originally belonged to Song Hengyang.

Shen Zhi couldn't be happy. He didn't get a sense of security from those people. They would abandon him just as they abandoned others.

He wanted someone who would always stand by him, but no one would like someone who exuded ugly jealousy all the time, not even himself.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Shen Zhi, so blurry that Shen Zhi couldn't see his face clearly.

Sweat dripped into the corners of my eyes, bringing a slight stinging pain.

"I went looking for you last night but couldn't find you," was an explanation for why the dormitory door was locked yesterday.

Shen Zhi raised his sweat-soaked face, and his eyes slowly focused. It was Chu Shi.

Shen Zhi blinked, slowly grabbed the corner of Chu Shi's clothes, and said in a voice as soft as a kitten's whimper, "My head hurts."

Are you asking him for help?

Chu Shi's eyes flickered, he leaned over and picked up Shen Zhi, and said in a deep voice: "I'll take you to the infirmary."

Shen Zhi felt dizzy. He had difficulty breathing when he saw that man for the first time. It was as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into the street. Shen Zhi was so embarrassed that he wanted to drop the microphone and escape to a place where no one knew him.

But he managed to hold it back, and he hosted the event perfectly, making him mistakenly believe that he had gotten rid of the shadow.

After stepping down, Shen Zhi almost couldn't stand. Only then did he realize that everything that person had brought him was not gone.

Shen Zhi grabbed Chu Shi's clothes on his chest, his head hurting so much that it was about to explode. Tears dripped down his face, soaking Chu Shi's T-shirt.

The wet touch made Chu Shi quicken his pace.

Chu Shi had never been so dependent on others before. Although he had taken care of Song Hengyang for many years, Song Hengyang was a very opinionated and independent person, and his care was dispensable to Song Hengyang.

No one will make any difference whether he exists or not.

Now it seemed a little different. His roommate, whom he disliked the first time he met him, was grabbing the corner of his clothes, holding on tightly for fear that he would leave.

Chu Shi strangely developed a feeling of being needed.

Chu Shi unconsciously raised his hand to wipe away the tears dripping from the corners of Shen Zhi's eyes. He looked so pitiful, even more pitiful than the little rabbit he had taken care of when he was a child.

"Uncomfortable," Shen Zhi's stomach felt churning and he wanted to vomit but couldn't. He hadn't eaten anything all day.

The cold liquid flowed slowly into his body along the sharp needle, freezing his fingers to numbness.

Chu Shi never thought that the hypocritical Shen Zhi would reveal such a fragile expression.

"Squeak", the door of the infirmary was opened.

Song Hengyang walked in, with small patches of red spots on his cold pale face, which did not detract from his reserved beauty.

"Hengyang," Chu Shi glanced at Shen Zhi, "He passed out due to hypoglycemia."

Song Hengyang followed Chu Shi's gaze and looked at Shen Zhi lying on the hospital bed, nodded, walked towards Shen Zhi and sat beside his bed.

"I'll go first," Chu Shi took time out to come here. Today's freshman convention invited many business celebrities, including Chu Shi's parents, so he had to go there.

Song Hengyang nodded, "I will take good care of you, senior."

When Chu Shi heard what Song Hengyang said, he felt a subtle discomfort in his heart. Something had changed where he couldn't see.

After Chu Shi left, the only sound in the infirmary was the dripping sound of liquid flowing.

In the silence, you can hear the cicadas chirping outside.

As most of the liquid was injected, Shen Zhi on the bed slowly opened his eyes. Seeing Song Hengyang with his eyes half closed, he was stunned for a moment.

In addition to the red spots on his face, what is more eye-catching is the tiny wounds on Song Hengyang's thin lips.

Having been bitten by someone's teeth, Song Hengyang's face, which was like a flower on the mountain, had a bit more lust, and inexplicably made people feel that the cold flowers could be picked in their own hands.

"Why are you here?" Shen Zhi's dry throat suddenly spoke, squeezing his lungs and causing a violent cough.

Shen Zhi coughed so hard that his face turned slightly red.

"Senior, have some water." A paper cup filled with warm water was handed to Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi avoided Song Hengyang's gaze and drank in big gulps to quench the thirst in his dry throat.

"last night"

Song Hengyang was interrupted by Shen Zhi just as he opened his mouth. Shen Zhi still smiled so gently, "I was drunk last night and I don't remember much. Did I do anything bad?"

Song Hengyang looked at him steadily, his pure black pupils seemed to be examining something.

Shen Zhi was so nervous that his palms were sweating, but the mask on his face was still perfect and flawless.

"No," Shen Zhi heaved a sigh of relief after getting the answer.

The door of the infirmary was opened again. Fang Hao came in with medicine and was startled when he saw Shen Zhi: "Senior, why are you in the infirmary too?"

Shen Zhi smiled and raised his hand, "He had low blood sugar and fainted, so he was sent here."

Fang Hao nodded worriedly, "Low blood sugar is no small matter, but it's a good point of prevention. Allergies can happen anytime and anywhere, and it's very difficult to deal with."

Shen Zhi's eyes flickered, "Are you talking about Junior Song?"

That must be it, Fang Hao nodded affirmatively with a lingering fear, and said while taking out the medicine: "It should be that I unconsciously pulled the curtain when I went out this morning, and Hengyang was allergic to ultraviolet rays, and he got infected again."

Song Hengyang sat aside, as if Shen Zhi and Fang Hao were not chatting with him.

Song Hengyang took the medicine from Fang Hao and smeared it on his face as before.

"Originally it was only a little bit in the morning, but Hengyang insisted that it was nothing. Instead, it got worse in the evening, so I had to come over to get medicine." Fang Hao's words were filled with grief over Song Hengyang's delay in treating his illness.

Shen Zhi bit his lip unconsciously and reached out to turn off the glucose. "Let me apply it. You can't see it yourself."

Shen Zhi took the medicine from Song Hengyang's hand with almost no resistance.

Pink calamine solution was dipped on a cotton swab and applied thinly on the red spots on Song Hengyang's face. Soon it turned into white cream powder.

"Does it itch?" Shen Zhi blew gently, and the warm air mixed with cool fragrance fell on Song Hengyang's cheek, bringing a slight itch.

A hint of guilt flashed across Shen Zhi's eyes.

"Hmm," a tone came out of Song Hengyang's throat, his profile was cold, his long black eyelashes drooped, and his straight nose and thin lips gave him a cool and handsome look.

The voice sounded a little aggrieved when it reached Shen Zhi's ears.

Shen Zhi raised his eyes and glanced at Song Hengyang, but didn't see any clues. He was surprised that he had heard it wrong. It was ridiculous that he thought Song Hengyang was acting coquettishly.

Song Hengyang suddenly turned his head.

Shen Zhi, who was applying medicine to Song Hengyang, stepped back suddenly, barely avoiding Song Hengyang's lips that were almost touched.

Shen Zhi remembered everything that happened last night. He couldn't bring it back so he could only pretend to have forgotten it, cover it up and try to make up for it.

Shen Zhi would never give that bad history a chance to repeat itself.

Song Hengyang's dark eyes were terrifyingly sharp as he stared straight at Shen Zhi, as dark as an unfathomable pool of water.

Shen Zhi inexplicably felt that Song Hengyang was angry.

"You..." Shen Zhi was interrupted by the sudden ringing of his cell phone before he could even finish his question.

Shen Zhi subconsciously glanced at the caller and let it ring.

He put down the medicine he was applying to Song Hengyang and pulled out the needle by himself. A line of blood spurted out and fell on the delicate white back of his hand, and the needle hole was immediately sealed with tape.

"I still have things to do. Fang Hao, please help apply medicine to Junior Brother Song. I'm leaving first." Shen Zhi picked up his phone and left in a hurry without noticing the expression of the person he left behind.

The infirmary door was closed.

Fang Hao walked over hesitantly, "Shall I apply it for you?"

Song Hengyang shook his head, picked up the potion that Shen Zhi had casually placed on the table, and started applying it on himself.

Even though Song Hengyang didn't show any expression, Fang Hao still felt a chill around him.

"Hengyang, why are you looking so resentful, like a little girl who was taken advantage of by a scumbag and refuses to admit it?" Fang Hao joked, trying to stir up Song Hengyang's emotions. "Hehe, cough cough... Forget it, I'll shut up."

Fang Hao, who was smiling so hard that he coughed, touched his arm which felt even colder and shut up decisively. It turned out that as a person with social phobia, it was not suitable for him to joke about such high-end things.

Song Hengyang's fingertips paused slightly, and just when Fang Hao was alone in dealing with the awkward atmosphere he had created, he heard an almost inaudible "hmm" sound in the air.

Song Hengyang's gaze pierced through the air and fell on the tightly closed door of the infirmary.

They are so close yet separated into two spaces.

"Brother, you look great today," an unclear electric current sound was heard as a gratified sigh, and the boy in a low voice praised Shen Zhi unconditionally.

Shen Zhi's fingertips turned white as he held the phone. He exhaled deeply and responded as calmly as possible, "Thank you."

It’s not an illusion, the greeting card has returned to China.

The person on the other end of the phone laughed softly, complaining like an ignorant child, "I haven't heard Xiaozhi call me brother for a long time. Maybe he has grown up and become unfamiliar with me."

Shen Zhi suppressed the nausea in his throat and asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

He Qili said, "Oh!" "Didn't Xiaozhi call me? I thought you had something to say, so I called you back."

Shen Zhi pursed his lips and bit his lip uncontrollably.

He accidentally called He Qili yesterday. He hadn't seen He Qili for several years, let alone called He Qili.

Shen Zhi's call to He Qili was not connected, so He Qili called back three times.

He Qili knew that it was definitely not the call that Shen Zhi wanted to make, and he also knew that the call he replied would not be answered, but He Qili still replied to Shen Zhi's three calls in his usual style, showing that he cared about his younger brother very much.

"Nothing." He Qili's voice suddenly became low, sounding somewhat eerie in the silent night. "I just want to tell Xiaozhi that I found someone following you. Please be careful and call me if anything happens."

The phone I was talking on instantly became busy.

The tall, dark treetops rustled, and a pair of invisible eyes seemed to appear out of thin air as the gift was raised.

Shen Zhi felt a sudden chill down his spine. A crisp message alert sound suddenly rang out, and Shen Zhi tried his best to stay calm.

A piece of foul news jumped into my eyes.

"Baby, I caught you doing something bad, but it doesn't matter, I have done worse things than you."

"Guess when you, who have all the glory today, will be exposed."

"Baby needs me. Only I can ensure that you live a bright and beautiful life."

The man was threatening him.

That person knows that he does not have a good family background and does not have noble morals. He wants to tear off his bright appearance and completely expose his naked and dirty self.

Shen Zhi felt dizzy and his vision became blurred, while his other senses were infinitely magnified.

What should he do to continue pretending? Shen Zhi couldn't figure it out. Hypocrisy could never last forever, but he held on to the bubble tightly and refused to let go.

"Do you like me?" Shen Zhi sent this message with trembling fingertips.

Shen Zhi wanted to laugh when he saw these self-reflective words, but he couldn't.

The other party replied to the message very quickly, as if they were sure that Shen Zhi would reply.

"Of course, you and I are the same, we should be together."

A soft chuckle escaped from Shen Zhi's lips, low and hoarse, as if he had heard some outrageous joke.

"Then you will be disappointed. I already have a lover with whom I want to spend my life. I will be loyal to him until death."

The person opposite him seemed to be unconvinced and hurled contemptuous words at him.

"I don't believe that bitches are sincere. Wait for me to tear you apart. Your ugly soul will drive away all suitors. Only I will not abandon you, and only I will always be by your side."

Shen Zhi blocked and deleted the person. He had angered that person today and would definitely be retaliated against.

It could be a danger but also an opportunity, he wanted to find the person.

The unclear sound of the wheelchair rubbing against the asphalt road reached Shen Zhi's ears.

Shen Zhi looked around with a fear of danger.

Cold sweat soaked his entire back, his heart was buzzing in his empty chest, and Shen Zhi's ears began to ring abnormally.

"Who's there?!" Shen Zhi looked at the half-figure that appeared behind the flower bed and tried his best to keep his voice down.

The figure moved slightly under the moonlight. Shen Zhi's heart rose to his throat. His body subconsciously took a defensive posture, staring at the small black shadow without blinking.

A tall figure slowly walked out from behind the flowerbed, with an unmistakable look of surprise, "Shen Zhi?"

When Shen Zhi saw the person coming, all the strength in his body was instantly drained away, and all the energy he had just consumed came back a hundredfold, eroding Shen Zhi's nerves.

"Shen Zhi!" Qin Dingzhuo rushed over to catch Shen Zhi, frowning and asking, "What's wrong with you?"

Shen Zhi pushed Qin Dingzhuo away, got out of his arms, looked at him intently, and shook his head for a long time.

She pursed her pale lips and whispered, "It's okay."

Suspicion filled her amber eyes. Why was Qin Dingzhuo here? Could it be him?