Chapter 114 The Harder You Try, the More Unfortunate You Are

"Shen Zhi," Qin Dingzhuo shouted.

He called Shen Zhi but he didn't know what to say. What did he mean by "targeting"? What did he mean by "he was one of them"? A series of questions entangled Qin Dingzhuo like a fly caught in a spider's web.

He didn't even know where to start.

Shen Zhi turned a deaf ear to it and did not pause for a moment.

Song Hengyang, who was following behind Shen Zhi, tilted his head towards the sound. His three-dimensional facial features were in the incomplete light, with light and dark interweaving. His dark eyes were filled with cold light, and he stood there solemnly.

Qin Dingzhuo suddenly calmed down, and with just one glance, the beast's alertness came roaring.

Qin Dingzhuo put his tongue against his cheek and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He actually underestimated Song Hengyang.

Shen Zhi settled the bill, which was three thousand eight hundred, almost enough for his living expenses for half a semester.

"You didn't leave?" Shen Zhi walked out the door and saw Song Hengyang standing next to his tram.

It was the young master's mother who lent it to him because she thought it was inconvenient for him to go back to school at night. Shen Zhi has been riding it for two years.

Shen Zhi pressed the car key to unlock the car and pushed the car out.

Shen Zhi looked at Song Hengyang in surprise. He didn't want to go back to school with Song Hengyang. He called Song Hengyang out to make his words more convincing.

But now Song Hengyang is blocking his way.

Song Hengyang half-closed his eyelashes, his cold white skin glowing with a jade-like light. He stood in the shadows in silence, but one could still see a hint of resentment in his expression.

Perhaps it was because of Shen Zhi's offensive behavior just now.

Shen Zhi wanted to laugh.

Shen Zhizhi got in the car and walked towards Song Hengyang. He suddenly remembered the question he had asked Song Hengyang and thought, "Don't like men, do you think they are disgusting?"

In fact, Shen Zhi didn't kiss him. He just lightly brushed his fingers that were pressing on Song Hengyang's lips, and was pulled away by Qin Dingzhuo.

The mysterious man must have some secret thoughts about him that are unknown to others. Even if it has nothing to do with love, the mysterious man has an unspeakable desire to control him.

If that person was Song Hengyang, Song Hengyang's evasive attitude was very intriguing.

At least now Shen Zhi can reduce his suspicion of Song Hengyang.

Because rather than liking Shen Zhi, the mysterious man hopes that Shen Zhi likes him and fears him, so that Shen Zhi can become his toy at his will.

Of course Shen Zhi would not think that the love spoken of by the mysterious man was really love. It would be ridiculous for him to believe in such a perverted love.

Shen Zhi stood at the junction of the wall and the sun, bathing in the sunlight, his bright golden hair flowing with a soft pearlescent color, and his gentle eyebrows and eyes were exposed to the point of making people dizzy.

Shen Zhi could touch Song Hengyang who was in the shadow by standing on tiptoe.

Song Hengyang is taller than Shen Zhigao. The two of them stand at the junction of light and shadow, like the intersection of light and darkness.

The light belongs to Shen Zhi. The golden sunlight covers him with a holy coat, and his gentle face looks like an angel who has mercy on believers.

Darkness gave Song Hengyang, shadows gave him safety and prevented him from being scorched by the sun, and his noble and indifferent facial features separated him from the crowd.

But is it really so?

Shen Zhi's amber eyes revealed a honey color like maple syrup, the corners of his lips curled up, a playful expression flashed across his face, and Shen Zhi tilted his head to peck Song Hengyang's pale thin lips.

Song Hengyang's eyes widened slightly and he stepped back in shock.

If the roles were reversed, Song Hengyang would be the saint angel who was bullied by everyone.

Shen Zhi's lips rubbed against the corner of Song Hengyang's mouth, and he tasted the sweet peach scent.

The sweet peach returns to its original owner by the same path.

Shen Zhi saw Song Hengyang's panicked expression and laughed out loud, a little frivolously, "You hid like this that night too, haven't you learned your lesson yet?"

How could he avoid it? He should have pushed the person away.

Song Hengyang felt a little embarrassed. He just looked at Shen Zhi with his clear eyes, pursed his lips and said nothing, his ears turning red with anger.

Shen Zhi realized belatedly that he had said the wrong thing and turned his head away in annoyance.

He had previously told Song Hengyang that he was drunk and had forgotten about it, but today he accidentally exposed it himself.

"I'll call you a taxi." Shen Zhi glanced at Song Hengyang and said with leniency, "Or I can take you back."

It's not a good idea to leave people behind, especially since Shen Zhi exposed that he took advantage of others when he was drunk.

If Song Hengyang questioned him on the way, he could apologize to him on the pretext that he liked Song Hengyang too much. After all, he had said at the dinner table that he liked Song Hengyang.

Song Hengyang is Shen Zhi's tool to catch perverts, and of course he can also solve some small problems in life.

Song Hengyang lowered his eyes and sat in the back seat of Shen Zhi's car.

Unexpectedly, Song Hengyang did not ask Shen Zhi about what happened that night.

I guess he felt it was too awkward. After all, Song Hengyang was a straight man, and kissing between men was a taboo topic.

Shen Zhi was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a long-sleeved shirt on the outside today. He gave his only helmet to Song Hengyang.

Song Hengyang was so allergic to ultraviolet rays that his skin became stressed.

Song Hengyang grabbed the fabric around Shen Zhi's waist. In order to block the ultraviolet rays, Song Hengyang grabbed the tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt. As the tram moved, there would occasionally be a few minor collisions.

This made Shen Zhi feel a little uncomfortable, as his waist was a little sensitive and was not suitable for being touched.

Shen Zhi couldn't stop Song Hengyang from holding him back. The space in the back seat of the tram was not very large and it was easy for someone to be thrown out. Shen Zhi had no interest in creating an accidental murder.

When Song Hengyang accidentally touched his waist again, Shen Zhi twisted his body unconsciously and frowned, "Song Hengyang..."

"I want to go to the watch shop first," Song Hengyang poked Shen Zhi and asked.

Shen Zhi sighed, "Don't touch my waist, you can just tell me directly, I can hear you."

Shen Zhi followed the path led by Song Hengyang to a watch shop.

When he first entered, Shen Zhi didn't think there was anything wrong until Song Hengyang asked the salesperson, "I want a watch with a thinner strap and a more elegant design, preferably in a solid color."

The salesperson took out a white watch from the counter and said with a smile, "This is a white gold snowflake diamond mother-of-pearl watch. It's a classic model. The design is not old-fashioned but elegant. What do you think of it?"

Shen Zhi felt that this watch looked familiar and looked up at Song Hengyang.

Song Hengyang looked over at the scene and asked Shen Zhi for his opinion. "Do you think it looks good?"

Shen Zhi glanced at the watch that was shining with diamond light and nodded subconsciously.

It looks very nice, like a noble and luxurious little crown.

Song Hengyang looked away and nodded to the salesperson, "Sign the order."

Song Hengyang bought the watch. His long black eyelashes trembled, covering his eyes as clear as black jade.

Shen Zhi's slender white wrist was pinched by Song Hengyang's slightly cool fingertips. The slightly protruding wrist bones pulled the indigo-colored blood vessels hidden under the fair skin, and the bamboo shoot-like fingers became even cleaner and more slender.

The cold watch face fell on Shen Zhi's wrist. Shen Zhi shuddered suddenly and broke away subconsciously.

Song Hengyang's fingers were still on Shen Zhi's warm wrist, and his thin lips were pursed, "If you want to give me a birthday present, I want to give you one too."

Shen Zhi curled his fingers slightly, and the coolness on his wrist flowed along his veins into his vigorously beating heart.

Shen Zhi had never met anyone who took everything he said seriously.

Giving Song Hengyang a birthday present was just an excuse for Shen Zhi to meet Chu Shi.

"I won't give you something so expensive," Shen Zhi looked down at the expensive watch, sighed, and rarely showed weakness, "I don't have that much money."

"Give gifts to what is needed, not the price." Song Hengyang put on the watch strap for Shen Zhi, and the brilliance of the diamonds sparkled on Shen Zhi's pale wrist. "You never asked me to repair your broken watch."

Shen Zhi was stunned for a moment.

Song Hengyang still remembers his broken fake watch when school started.

Shen Zhi's eyes trembled slightly, and the next second he blurted out a question: Song Hengyang, are you that person? Why do you have my broken watch face and things I used in your dormitory?

And why do you keep eating things I've eaten?

But Shen Zhi looked at Song Hengyang's innocent eyes and chose to believe him. He remained silent and swallowed all the words back.

"It looks very good," Song Hengyang's lips seemed to curl up, but it seemed to be an illusion. After saying that, he gently let go of Shen Zhi's hand.

Shen Zhi's Adam's apple moved, and after a while he said, "Thank you."

No matter who it is, he will always find out.

On the way Shen Zhi drove Song Hengyang back to school, there was only the sound of the wind whistling past, and an atmosphere of silence lingered between the two of them.

Returning to the dormitory door, Song Hengyang took off his helmet.

His black eyes were clear and bright, as if he wanted to say something to Shen Zhi. Shen Zhi waited for a while before Song Hengyang spoke.

"I have withdrawn from the Innovation and Entrepreneurship Competition. I have already told the teacher," Song Hengyang said, nodded to Shen Zhi, then turned and left.

Shen Zhi stood there, gripping the plastic helmet with his fingers, pressing down a small dent with his fingertips.

There was a trace of confusion in Shen Zhi's eyes. When he heard that the opportunity that originally belonged to him was lost and regained, he did not feel much emotion. Even his joy was very weak.

Is it because the person who gave him the chance back was Song Hengyang?

Shen Zhi's steps became heavy. He also received a message from the teacher on his mobile phone: "Student Song Hengyang voluntarily withdrew, and student Shen Zhi will continue to be the team leader. Student Song Hengyang has won many awards in this kind of competition. If he hadn't withdrawn this time, we could have strived for a national award, and we would have received more prize money. But it doesn't matter. As long as you persevere, you will definitely have no problem winning a provincial award."

Shen Zhi turned off his phone and did not reply.

He was a little tired and he was tired of looking for that pervert. Shen Zhi was afraid that his suspicion would hurt others.

He didn't want to doubt Song Hengyang, but things were still fermenting, and the rows of posts were hitting Shen Zhi's fragile nerves.

"Rich second-generations at least have luxury cars and wear famous brands, why do they just talk about it with their mouths?"

"He never said it, isn't it all just your guesses? Of course he's very skilled and he didn't deny it, it's really a great trick."

"Aren't the rich second-generations in our school coming out to tell a lie? Is there such a person in your circle? Tell me about it."

"If he cheated, how many people's interests would be harmed? We can't let him become the president of the student union for nothing. If we had known earlier, the president of our Yuchuan student union would be in contact with wealthy businessmen. All the fame and money were taken away by the fake. It's a big loss."

Shen Zhi blocked these posts and allowed them to remain active on the official website.

Shen Zhi became closer and closer to Song Hengyang, to a level of intimacy that was not even matched by Chu Shi, who had known Song Hengyang for more than ten years.

Qin Dingzhuo went to look for Shen Zhi after he returned that day, but was rejected by Shen Zhi.

Yang Chuan reminded Qin Dingzhuo that Shen Zhi meant that you regarded him as a substitute for Luo Yixi. Qin Dingzhuo cursed and asked how Shen Zhi could have such an idea.

He went to find Shen Zhi to explain things clearly. Later, when the news that Shen Zhi and Song Hengyang were in love spread around the school, Qin Dingzhuo became increasingly upset because it seemed there was no need to explain.

Shen Zhi was in school during the day and tutored at night. His life was very fulfilling. For the first time, he felt unprecedented relaxation, even though the comments posted on the school forum were very loud.

"That's what foreigners say!" the young master retorted aggressively.

Shen Zhi agreed, "But you can't use spoken language as written language. Rewrite this English assignment."

At present, the best performance of the young master is his English listening ability. However, the students in his class have all been abroad and have received overseas education experience, so the young master's English listening ability cannot help him improve his overall performance.

The young boy immediately became discouraged when he heard about rewriting. "Brother Shen, I want to write a Chinese composition first to find inspiration."

Although Shen Zhi didn't understand how the English composition got inspiration from the Chinese composition, he still agreed.

"Don't use internet slang, or you'll lose points," Shen Zhi warned the young master.

The young master immediately perked up and started looking for the Chinese paper with great interest.

The young master is a chatterbox, especially after his brother returned to China, he couldn't stop wanting to persuade his brother. Shen Zhi can't help but keep talking to him these days.

"Brother Shen, you have a really good temper, unlike my brother," the young master wrinkled his nose in disdain, "My brother not only looks like a little princess, he also has a little princess personality, he sulks every day, I even suspect he will get breast hyperplasia one day."

Although...but, boys can get it too, but Shen Zhi wanted to laugh when he heard the young master complaining like this.

"Don't say that," Shen Zhi patted the young master's big hairy head.

The young master was drawing ghosts and talismans while muttering: "Brother Shen, you don't know, when he gets angry he ignores me, he has to wait for me to beg him before he is willing to help me."

"His mind is smaller than the nose of a needle," the young master said seriously, pointing up his little finger.

The young master's brother is a proud and arrogant guy, but he is quite cute.

"The problem is that he caused all the troubles I encountered on purpose. He was just waiting for me to admit my mistakes and be satisfied." The young master was indignant. "I told my mother, but she was used to him and asked me to bow my head and make him happy. My brother is a little princess-type devil!"

Shen Zhi's eyes lit up with a smile, "He likes you."

Only if the “bad” brother likes his younger brother will he try to get his younger brother to play with him.

The young master curled his lips, he didn't believe it.

His brother just wants everyone on earth to revolve around him.

"Xiao Zhi," Madam Sheng came in with a plate of fruit, her eyes gentle, "Eat some fruit, don't tire yourself out, Xiao Rui has caused you so much trouble."

Shen Zhi quickly took it over, "It's okay, Xiao Rui has been studying very hard recently."

Mrs. Sheng was beautiful, with a slim figure and fair skin. She didn't look like a mother who had given birth to two children at all, but more like a young and energetic girl.

"Mom," Sheng Rui said with a long tone, "please don't disturb me from studying all the time."

Sheng Liman raised her eyebrows, tapped Sheng Rui's forehead, and said angrily: "Where is there room for you to fall? Our family practices happy education. You are very happy. All the education is given to your brother."

Sheng Rui covered his head and begged for mercy, hiding behind Shen Zhi, "Brother Shen, please let my mother out."

Shen Zhi watched the mother and son quarreling with amusement. At such moments, Shen Zhi felt indescribable happiness.

"Okay, write quickly," Sheng Liman took back her hand and said to Shen Zhi, "Xiao Zhi, please leave later. Sheng Rui's brother will be back soon. Let's have dinner together."

Sheng Liman often invited Shen Zhi to have dinner together, and Shen Zhi nodded obediently, "Okay, Madam Sheng."

Sheng Liman looked threateningly at Sheng Rui, then closed the door and went out.

Sheng Rui stole a glance at Sheng Liman as he left, then raised his arms and shouted, "My brother is finally back. That's great, Brother Shen. You'll be able to see my brother soon."

Sheng Rui actually still likes his brother. How could Sheng Rui not like having a brother who is older than him, can play with him and protect him? He just has some small complaints about his brother.

"Brother Shen, let me show you some photos of my brother. He's so so so so so handsome!" Sheng Rui was no longer in the mood to write, so he opened the drawer and started rummaging through them.

Shen Zhi's phone screen flickered slightly. It was a message from Song Hengyang, "Senior, I'm going home for dinner."

Shen Zhi turned off his phone and said something to him inexplicably.

In fact, Shen Zhi also vaguely felt that his relationship with Song Hengyang was a bit like a romantic relationship. Song Hengyang would send him messages every day to report to him and would also ask him what he was doing.

Shen Zhi wanted to find the person who coveted him through Song Hengyang, but now his relationship with Song Hengyang was becoming somewhat uncontrollable.

It was too close, so close that Shen Zhi felt a little worried.

Is this a love relationship? He is just using Song Hengyang. What will happen if Song Hengyang knows the truth?

Shen Zhi has been wearing the mask for too long and has been a habitual liar for so long that he almost doesn't recognize himself anymore.

"No? Did I put it in the closet?" Sheng Rui got up and rummaged through the closet. Before he found the photo, he found a small backpack first.

Sheng Rui handed the backpack to Shen Zhi, "Brother Shen, my mother asked me to give it to you, but I forgot it yesterday."

When Shen Zhi looked at the bulging bag, he knew that it contained his daughter-in-law. Mrs. Sheng gave it to Shen Zhi on the pretext that his eldest son did not wear the clothes she bought for him.

Shen Zhidao thanked him and took it. "I have a lot of clothes. No need to give me more. They are quite expensive."

Sheng Rui frowned unhappily, which looked quite intimidating at first glance: "Brother Shen, you don't accept money or things. I have learned to repay kindness, but I don't know where to report it."

Shen Zhi smiled and touched Sheng Rui's head, "Young Master, you are blessed by heaven. You will be safe even without me."

Sheng Rui didn't seem to agree. He held his breath and said nothing, looking through his brother's photos sullenly.

Shen Zhi's phone lit up again, and Shen Zhi thought it was Song Hengyang again.

After opening it and seeing the content of the photo, Shen Zhi's fingers twitched.

It’s not Song Hengyang, it’s that person.

"Baby, you smell like me, which makes me happy. If you don't like it, I will help you get rid of it."

Again and again it appeared.

Shen Zhi deleted the message.

The sticky words were like maggots in his bones. Shen Zhi tried his best to calm down and recall what that person had said.

Shen Zhi quickly walked to the mirror and looked at himself.

The clothes were given to him by his mother, and the shoes were bought by himself. Apart from that, he had nothing on him.

What does it mean to be infected with his scent?

When Shen Zhi thought about the things on his body that belonged to other people's aura, his fingertips trembled.

Maybe that person was scaring himself.

"Brother Shen?" Sheng Rui looked at Shen Zhi, who looked unhappy, in confusion. "What's wrong with you?"

Shen Zhi closed his eyes and shook his head slightly, forcing a smile and changing the subject: "Did you find it?"

Sheng Rui held up the photo happily, pointed at the two boys, one older and one younger, and said, "This is a photo of me and my brother. Don't we look alike?"

Shen Zhi's vision was blurred and he tried hard to make out what was happening.

The tall boy had an outstanding appearance, his cold white skin was covered by a large straw hat, he wore black sunglasses, and only his thin red lips were exposed.

The boy was tall, and his long, bony fingers rested on the shoulder of the little boy who was making a gesture of approval.

A few days ago, the owner of this hand also bought a white watch for Shen Zhi.

watches, clothes he wore.

Smell.

Shen Zhi uncontrollably connected all the things together. His throat was dry and he vomited. He couldn't speak a coherent sentence. "Your brother... is Song Hengyang?"

Shen Zhi's voice trembled. The soft fabric stuck to his body like an octopus suction cup, and his whole body felt like it was electrocuted with fear.

"Yes, Brother Shen, you know him," the young master didn't understand, but was still happy that his brother and Shen Zhi knew each other.

Shen Zhi staggered backwards and bumped into the desk, his thighs numbed by the sharp edges.

Shen Zhi rushed out without feeling any pain.

"Brother Shen!" The young master couldn't call out to Shen Zhi who was mentally broken, and his expression was anxious.

Shen Zhi's hearing loss has deteriorated and he can no longer hear any sound.

He just kept running forward, he just wanted to escape from here.

"Senior," Shen Zhi bumped into the arms of a passerby. The huge impact force forced him to stop. Shen Zhi looked up in a daze, his pupils shrank.

Song Hengyang hugged Shen Zhi, holding his trembling arm, his clear eyes suppressed his calmness: "Senior, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Zhi struggled for a moment, and was then hugged tightly by Song Hengyang, who said in a worried voice: "Senior, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Song Hengyang noticed that Shen Zhi was in a bad mood, and even though he didn't know what was going on, he still tried to comfort him.

A strong arm locked Shen Zhi's back, but Shen Zhi gradually calmed down because of Song Hengyang's voice. He had never noticed before that Song Hengyang's voice was inexplicably similar to Madam Sheng's.

Shen Zhi was helped a lot by Mrs. Sheng, and he was grateful to her, and he loved her as well.

Shen Zhi controlled himself and calmed himself down, resting his head on Song Hengyang's shoulder, the faint and expensive scent of perfume lingering around his nose.

What if it wasn't him?

"Are you Mrs. Sheng Liman's son?" Shen Zhi asked after a while.

Song Hengyang responded: "I have my father's last name, and Sheng Rui has my mother's last name."

He must have been wrong. Song Hengyang couldn't be that person because he was Madam Sheng's son.

Shen Zhi didn't believe that such a kind and friendly family would have such a person.

"Are I wearing your clothes?" For the first time, Shen Zhi did not beat around the bush. He wanted to take a gamble that Song Hengyang would tell him the answer.

The bet was that the answer was one he could accept, without any of the darkness he had imagined.

Song Hengyang loosened his arms, looked at Shen Zhi's face which had returned to normal, and nodded gently: "Your mother bought it for you. She just likes to spray perfume on her clothes. All the clothes in the house have been sprayed by her. Your clothes are only yours."

The sunlight shone on Shen Zhi again, and the blood in his limbs began to flow.

Shen Zhi got the answer. Even though the answer was very simple, it still pulled Shen Zhi out of the shadow of fear.

Shen Zhi raised his head, his breathing intertwined with Song Hengyang's, and his eyes calmed down.

"Song Hengyang, what should I do if I smell the same as you?" Shen Zhi sighed.

"What?" Song Hengyang looked at Shen Zhi in confusion. For a moment he even thought that he had misunderstood Shen Zhi's meaning.

Shen Zhi looked at Song Hengyang's stunned reaction, his soft lips bumped against his lower lip and bounced up again, his amber eyes revealed a trace of distress, and he went further: "I said that I have your scent on me, what should I do?"

Song Hengyang seemed startled by Shen Zhi's words. His ears were burning, and a thin red color spread across his cold white skin. His eyes wandered, and he whispered to stop her, "Don't say that."