Chapter 110 The Harder You Try, the More Unfortunate You Are

"Did you hear the sound of the wheelchair turning?" A thin layer of sweat rolled down from his forehead and seeped onto Shen Zhi's delicate white eyelids, like dewdrops on flower petals, trembling and sliding down to under Shen Zhi's eyelids.

Like crying.

Qin Dingzhuo didn't hear, "Besides you, there's only me here."

The implication is that there is no one else.

Qin Dingzhuo's words failed to comfort Shen Zhi, and instead made him more suspicious. Shen Zhi's long eyelashes drooped, covering his usually clear eyes.

The silvery-white moonlight fell lightly on Shen Zhiguang's clean and gentle face, as if he was covered with a flowing veil. His expression was as gentle as an elf under the moon. Qin Dingzhuo's heart skipped a beat.

"Can you help me up?" Shen Zhi raised his head slightly, his back and waist were extremely weak, and stretched out his hand towards Qin Dingzhuo, as if all his strength was concentrated in his slender fingertips.

Qin Dingzhuo's jawline was tightly drawn, his rebellious brows were so dark that his eyes could not be seen clearly. At the moment when Shen Zhi asked him for help, an inexplicable emotion slowly grew in his heart.

Qin Dingzhuo grabbed Shen Zhi's hand, which fit perfectly in his palm. It was even softer and more delicate than Qin Dingzhuo had imagined.

The sand and gravel that Shen Zhi had just gotten on the ground scratched Qin Dingzhuo's skin. Qin Dingzhuo's eyes flickered, but he didn't let go. Instead, he gently brushed away the sand for Shen Zhi and held his hand tighter.

The cold fingertips lingered in Qin Dingzhuo's hot palm, unable to escape.

Shen Zhi took in the whole scene, his eyes trembled slightly, but he did not refuse.

"There is something I want to tell you," Shen Zhi's voice was clean and clear, which suited the midsummer evening breeze very well.

Shen Zhi raised his eyes, his thin eyelids were pressed into long wrinkles, and his clear amber eyes, along with the moonlight, penetrated into Qin Dingzhuo's eyes.

"What?" Qin Dingzhuo noticed sensitively that the slender fingertips in his palm seemed to clench back, bringing a barely perceptible itching sensation.

Shen Zhi moved closer to Qin Dingzhuo and looked at his expression carefully, trying to see some clues from his face.

If the maggots in the dark covet him, then can he also use this as a means to counterattack?

"I lied to you last time. I'm a closet girl. I actually like boys." Her cat-like eyes stared at Qin Dingzhuo without blinking, as if seeking some kind of approval from Qin Dingzhuo's face.

Qin Dingzhuo had heard many confessions, but never had he experienced such emotional ups and downs as this one. The roaring waves rolled over and over, trying to drown him, piling up in his chest and strangling his thin oxygen.

Qin Dingzhuo's face flushed red and his fingers were numb from the burning.

At this time, he didn't even know whether Shen Zhi was confessing to him. Just one ambiguous sentence could make all his senses lose their original functions and he couldn't make any expression.

Qin Dingzhuo was stunned for a moment. Shen Zhi, who was sitting opposite him, didn't seem to find the answer he wanted from him. A hint of disappointment flashed across his eyes.

Shen Zhi quickly lowered his head and broke free from Qin Dingzhuo's control. The thin back of his hand was left with red finger marks and was suddenly exposed to the air.

Qin Dingzhuo's palm fell empty, and the warmth dissipated in the evening breeze. He clenched his fist subconsciously, but could not hold anything.

Shen Zhi passed by Qin Dingzhuo. Qin Dingzhuo looked at Shen Zhi's back and couldn't say a word.

Shen Zhi, what do you mean?

Qin Dingzhuo waited until Shen Zhi completely disappeared in the dark night before he moved his stiff legs and walked towards his dormitory.

He didn't dare to think too deeply about Shen Zhi's words, but he couldn't help thinking about them.

He felt that Shen Zhi was hinting at something, but he also thought that he was being overly sentimental and that maybe he was just talking casually.

Last time Shen Zhi said that he considered him a friend, maybe this time it was just a heart-to-heart talk between friends?

Thinking of this, Qin Dingzhuo's heart, which had been agitated by Shen Zhi's ambiguous words, calmed down, and the curve of his mouth also straightened.

Qin Dingzhuo kicked the flowerbed unhappily and spat.

Fuck! Damn, I was just overthinking it.

Qin Dingzhuo returned to the dormitory irritably, took off his short-sleeved shirt as soon as he entered the room, and walked into the shower room.

Anyone who saw him could see that he was not in a very good mood at the moment.

Naturally, this includes my good buddy and current roommate from high school to college, Yang Chuan.

Yang Chuan was playing a mobile game, leaning against the door of the bathroom, and shouted to Qin Dingzhuo who was taking a shower inside: "What's wrong, Brother Zhuo? Did Luo Yixi upset you again?"

A deep male voice penetrated the gurgling water and denied, "No."

"Don't mention him to me," Qin Dingzhuo said impatiently, closing his eyes and flushing the foam on his head.

Yang Chuan has been with Qin Dingzhuo for many years, so he is naturally not afraid of his bad temper.

Yang Chuan knew how much influence Luo Yiqing had on Qin Dingzhuo. He knew everything that happened between the two of them from beginning to end.

"It's not the first time we've known Luo Yiqi, you whining nerd. This time he came back to sincerely apologize to you. It's unlike him to be so servile."

"But I say, if you're still mad at him for abandoning you, you should just pretend now and play a trick on him to vent your anger, and then kick him out."

"Otherwise, Luo Yili's rotten meat will be stuck in your heart and you will get sick sooner or later." Yang Chuan kept moving, and a few curses were heard from time to time.

"Bang!" Qin Dingzhuo opened the bathroom door with great force and slammed it against the wall. His brows were full of anger. "I told you not to mention him to me. I have nothing to do with him."

Qin Dingzhuo walked straight past Yang Chuan to look for the hair dryer.

He didn't understand. Did he look like a lovesick person? Why did everyone think he couldn't let go of Luo Yiqi?

He met Luo Yiqing in high school, when he was at the peak of his rebellious period. Qin Dingzhuo kept to himself every day, drinking, smoking, fighting, making trouble, and skipping classes were common occurrences.

Students like Qin Dingzhuo should have been expelled from school hundreds of times, but Qin Dingzhuo's family was rich and he was a major shareholder of the school, so no one could afford to mess with him.

So Qin Dingzhuo became a person that everyone, teachers and classmates wanted to avoid, and this was exactly what Qin Dingzhuo wanted.

He accidentally saved Luo Yixi, who was bullied by the campus bully, and this dirty and taciturn school bully became Qin Dingzhuo's little follower.

What happened next was a bit dramatic, and Qin Dingzhuo didn't want to recall it too much, after all, his high school life was really shitty.

Two days ago, Luo Yixi returned to China. He got drunk and cried and said he was sorry for himself. Qin Dingzhuo no longer cared about him and was kind enough to send him back to the hotel.

Qin Dingzhuo felt that he had done his best. The next day, Luo Yiqing, who had sobered up, called to apologize and asked him if they could start over.

Only then did Qin Dingzhuo realize that Luo Yiqi was coming for him this time.

Yang Chuan watched the game go over, closed the interface, and followed Qin Dingzhuo, chattering, "Why are you so hard on Shen Zhi?! Big brother has been here since freshman year and now you are a junior, and you still don't like Shen Zhi. Don't tell me, you just have nothing to do."

Qin Dingzhuo unplugged the hair dryer, his half-long hair resting on his forehead, and he dreamed of returning to the boys' high school with youthful vigor.

He felt that Shen Zhi was hypocritical at the time. Although he had such a gentle expression, the coldness in his eyes could not be hidden.

Even though it was such a fake smile, he refused to show it to himself.

As if a bad student like him who was not good at studying and only knew how to fight was not worthy of Shen Zhi to even look at him.

"I don't have any grudges against him now." They have become good friends. He did not tell Yang Chuan the following sentence. Qin Dingzhuo was actually secretly happy about this and selfishly did not want to tell anyone.

Yang Chuan smiled with a forced smile, it would be strange if he believed it.

The reason why he and Shen Zhihe reconciled was because Luo Yixi came back. Now that the real culprit was here, why was he still taking out his anger on others?

"Brother Zhuo, when I first saw Shen Zhi, I thought he looked like Luo Yixi," Yang Chuan looked at Qin Dingzhuo who was lacing his shoelaces and lowered his voice, "Don't say you didn't see it."

Qin Dingzhuo, who didn't hear the hidden meaning in Yang Chuan's words, said bluntly, "How can they be like each other? Shen Zhi is just laughing all day long, almost laughing out of flowers. She has a face that attracts men, but she keeps saying that she is a straight man. She can't even say one sentence clearly, and she has to make people guess."

Qin Dingzhuo became angrier as he spoke, and he was so angry that he threw his new sneakers that he had just dried to Yang Chuan. Guess what? He didn't want to guess. It was really embarrassing for Shen Zhi.

If you like a man, go ahead and do it, it’s none of your business.

Qin Dingzhuo closed his eyes in annoyance and lay on the bed, feeling angry at the villain named Shen Zhi.

Yang Chuan took Qin Dingzhuo's shoes helplessly and continued to lace them up resignedly. He couldn't help but take another look at Qin Dingzhuo lying on the bed.

He thought that Qin Dingzhuo treated Shen Zhi as Luo Yixi's substitute and that was why he was against him. Was he wrong?

When Yang Chuan finished fixing Qin Dingzhuo's sneakers, he thought Qin Dingzhuo was asleep and turned off the lights.

Qin Dingzhuo suddenly spoke up, startling him. "Tell me, someone suddenly told you that he likes men. What do you think he meant?"

As soon as Yang Chuan plugged in his headphones, he heard Qin Dingzhuo's soul questioning.

No, brother, you are a gay and you ask a straight guy? He knows nothing.

"That depends on the situation," Yang Chuan still missed the brotherhood between him and Qin Dingzhuo, and gave Qin Dingzhuo a pertinent suggestion, "If you tell me, I guess you want my support. After all, the road of homosexuality is difficult, and it is human nature to want the support of brothers."

"If it's you," Yang Chuan stretched out his words. He didn't know that the people hiding in the darkness had already pricked up their ears alertly and analyzed everything. "Everyone knows that you are gay. If that person said this to you, it probably meant that he wanted you to hook up with him."

"I knew it," an almost inaudible chuckle came from the silent dormitory.

Qin Dingzhuo turned over with his arms folded, feeling satisfied, and ignored Yang Chuan's curious questions about who that person was, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

So this is what Shen Zhi meant. He knew that Shen Zhi did not say that for no reason. He was indeed hinting at him.

Qin Dingzhuo touched the corner of his raised mouth and cleared his throat twice. He couldn't show his emotions like this, as this would reveal his past to Shen Zhi, and who knows how Shen Zhi would laugh at him if he saw it.

Qin Dingzhuo closed his eyes again. He decided not to see Shen Zhi for the next two days, so that Shen Zhi could be alone and calm down.

How could Qin Dingzhuo be pursued by anyone? Not to mention, the one pursuing him was playing tricks on him and making him guess for no reason.

However, Qin Dingzhuo began to hesitate again. Shen Zhi was a very proud guy and he would not be so shameless as to look for him.

Qin Dingzhuo took out his phone and sent a message to Shen Zhi, "You owe me a meal, remember to make it up to me."

Qin Dingzhuo has already given Shen Zhi a chance. If he fails to seize it, don't blame him for being cold-hearted.

But what Qin Dingzhuo didn't expect was that it wasn't that he didn't see Shen Zhi, but that he couldn't see Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi did not reply to Qin Dingzhuo's message that day. He pretended to have a stomachache last time and was saved by Qin Dingzhuo, so he was forced to agree to one of Qin Dingzhuo's conditions.

It's not impossible to invite him to dinner, but the key is that Shen Zhi has no money now, so he didn't respond.

Shen Zhi was not in school these days, but went to the young master's home to tutor him.

The young master was only fifteen years old, but he was already as tall as Shen Zhi.

"Do English first?" Shen Zhi took out the test paper and asked.

The young master was tall and strong, and his voice was rough because he had just entered the voice change period. "No, I have to write my composition first."

It’s not impossible.

Shen Zhi set the alarm clock, "Finish it in 20 minutes and show it to me."

The young master said unhappily, "It says on the test that the time limit is sixty minutes."

Shen Zhi only teaches the young master for two hours every day. He gives him one hour to do his homework, and he can forget about doing anything else today.

"Your handwriting won't take sixty minutes," Shen Zhi said tactfully.

The young master who knew that his handwriting looked like a ghost's scribbles: ...

The young master is a talkative child. The whole family spoils him and he is very happy. He doesn't care about anything and all he thinks about every day is eating, drinking, playing and chatting with his tutor, Shen Zhi.

"Brother Shen, I haven't introduced my brother to you yet," the young master wrote vigorously, "My brother is very handsome and smart, much better than me. Brother Shen, you will definitely like my brother as a student, just like my father and mother."

Shen Zhi still felt a little uncomfortable when a 6-foot-tall man called him Brother Shen, but now he is used to it.

Shen Zhi is very sensitive to emotions, and sometimes he can even tell what others want to express from their expressions.

"You told me," the young master told him that he had a very powerful brother.

During the two years that Shen Zhi had been with the young master, he could see that the young master admired and envied his brother.

The young master touched his head. He seemed to have really talked about this with Brother Shen. He was always nagging and his mother said he was like an old lady who liked to nag.

The young master himself didn't care much about it, because he really had a lot to say. When he talked about happy and important things, he would repeat them several times, which would make people's ears rub.

"Brother Shen, if you really had a student like my brother, you would definitely save a lot of energy. It would be much easier than teaching me." The young master didn't realize that he had an imperceptible inferiority complex when he said this.

Shen Zhi paused as he was judging the question, and said casually, "Then I guess it won't be my turn to teach your brother. It's good enough to teach you. It's very fulfilling, and it can't be compared to teaching others."

When the young master heard Shen Zhi's words, he became happy again and wrote his composition very well.

Shen Zhi glanced at the young master's dark composition paper with a headache, looked at the time and called a stop.

The young master handed the test paper to Shen Zhi and took the time to relax and talk, "Brother Shen, it's actually quite good that you don't teach my brother."

"You don't know, my brother is like a little princess, easily hurt, timid, and obsessed with cleanliness. Even the concubines in TV dramas don't have as much trouble as him. If he were to go to the harem, he would be severely punished."

The young master said thankfully: "Fortunately, he was born in modern times and his family is so rich, otherwise he would not be able to survive."

Shen Zhi, who was trying hard to make out the handwriting, remembered that the clothes with tags on them that Young Master's mother gave him were all those that Young Master's brother didn't want, and he nodded in agreement.

However, "What are you watching recently?" Shen Zhi asked puzzledly.

The young master said in a low voice with embarrassment: "I traveled through time and space and became the queen of the harem. I am Huanhuan in my rebirth. The four great masters sealed their hearts and locked their love: Su Peisheng, don't run away..."

It seems like something strange has sneaked in.

Shen Zhi looked at the composition written by the young master, which was full of class equality, my fate is in my own hands, and only reasonable little tricks can help me get more pocket money from my mother. "

Shen Zhi knew that the young master, a high school student, had only two thousand yuan in pocket money, which was very little for people of their class.

"I will tell my wife." Shen Zhi can't control him, someone else will take care of him.

The young master's arrogance instantly waned, and he begged, "Brother Shen, please don't tell my mother, she has deducted my pocket money to 500 yuan, and if she deducts more, I will really have nothing left."

"Why was it deducted?" The two thousand yuan pocket money had been kept at this amount since Shen Zhi discovered that the young master had shown little interest in studying after teaching him for two months.

The young master was hesitant at first, but finally hesitantly said, "I used all my pocket money to buy novels. I had no money for food, so I ate the leftovers from my classmates. My mother found out. She felt ashamed, so she stopped my pocket money and put it all into my meal card."

Shen Zhi: ...

Sure enough, every time they met, the young master would always refresh his views.

"Is that Linlin's?" Shen Zhi knew that the young master had a childhood sweetheart, a cool little girl.

The young master looked at me with a look of doubt and nodded affirmatively.

Shen Zhi sighed and handed the young master's paper back, "Write a new one, and I'll keep it a secret."

The young master took it back with a sad face and continued writing.

It's no wonder Shen Zhi is suspicious. Born in a young master's family and with an outstanding older brother, it's hard for Shen Zhi not to think of the bloody plot of the rich fighting for the family property.

After teaching the young master for two years, he couldn't help but favor the young master and had no good feelings towards the so-called powerful elder brother who might take away the young master's property.

Shen Zhi turned on his cell phone while the young master was doing his homework. In recent days, the volume of the Yuchuan forum that was stirred up by him has gradually died down.

Several inappropriate posts have been pushed to the top.

"Is Shen Zhi really a rich second generation?"

"I don't think Shen Zhi is that handsome. I personally prefer Song Hengyang's aloof looks."

"Who among you knows the detailed family background of Shen Zhi?"

Even though it was quickly suppressed, Shen Zhi's heart still beat fast. Shen Zhi knew that this was the punishment for angering that person that day.

This is just an appetizer.

Who knows, there might be more exciting things waiting for Shen Zhi. Shen Zhi tried to calm his pounding heart and sent a message to Chu Shi, "Are you free? I promised to treat you to dinner."

Shen Zhifa turned off his phone as soon as he finished writing and looked at the young master who was still writing furiously, "Are you almost done?"

The young master shook his head with a bitter face. Shen Zhi was still wondering why the young master didn't ask him to rest more today, and then he heard the young master say: "Tomorrow, Brother Shen, you really don't have to come. Brother He is back and has held a banquet. I will go out with Linlin tomorrow night."

Congratulations to the family and the gift of the new year.

Shen Zhi's heartbeat slowed down. At this moment, Shen Zhi clearly realized that He Qili had really returned and had been with him for a long time.

Shen Zhi clenched his palms unconsciously. It didn't matter as long as he stayed away from the wedding gift.

But the question is, can he really stay away?