exoTheUnfairClub

The only times I've tried to speak out are in the past six months.

He took another drag on his cigarette, watched the flames, bit the paper roll and exhaled a large amount of ash.

There was no sound in the living room, he thought Zhang Yixing had finished calling, so he took the cigarette out of his mouth and prepared to go out.

Zhang Yixing's muffled voice came over: "I really want to be with him."

Park Chanyeol leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, and accidentally burned his fingers with soot.

This was probably the first time he heard Zhang Yixing discuss this issue with Zhang's mother so positively, and he was very happy.

Zhang Yixing hung up the phone and saw Park Chanyeol standing next to the faucet rushing his hands. It looked like he had been burned by a cigarette butt. He leaned on the sink and took a box of burn ointment for him to apply.

"Stupid guy."

Park Chanyeol smiled, regardless of his protest, he pressed Zhang Yixing's entire face into his arms: "Oh, kid."

At night, he lost interest in doing anything else, Park Chanyeol fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow, and Zhang Yixing carefully backed out of his arms when he heard a slightly heavier snoring.

He has suffered from severe insomnia recently, and often falls asleep only after dawn. I wonder if he should be envious of Park Chanyeol's quality of sleep. Zhang Yixing always finds himself crying and laughing when he stands by the bed watching him sleep soundly with his mouth pouting.

It is common for Zhang Yixing to keep his eyes open until dawn. Recently, he may feel that he has been thinking more and more, which makes him sleepless at night.

But Park Chanyeol never knew.

Maybe it's because he did a good job of pretending. He got a little drowsy in the early morning before getting into the other party's arms again. Even if he woke up before Park Chanyeol, he had to close his eyes and hear the other party get up and wash before pretending to wake up.

Zhang Yixing is unwilling to show his vulnerable side in front of Park Chanyeol, especially this time his mother's ultimatum.

Although he was a bit indecisive, he was not a little girl who lost her mind at a critical moment.

Park Chanyeol is trying his best to respond to his recent efforts to curry favor with him, but he always feels that it is a little different from before.

It can't be said that the food doesn't know the taste, but the chewing is not so strong.

Zhang Yixing prayed that this would not be a four-year itch, and what he said to Zhang's mother just now was indeed from his heart.

This time he really wanted to go on with Park Chanyeol.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yixing spent another sleepless night, the only sound in the room was Park Chanyeol's snoring.

CH19

Since the last incident, Song Ping and Zhang Yixing have had little contact with each other. He no longer frequents their residences, and eats at two or three restaurants in the center of S City.

Song Ping found another part-time job, doing cleaning in a laboratory of S University, and occasionally had to stay up late to wait for several PhDs to be completed before leaving.

His current life is not very good, but it is much smoother than when he first came to S City.

Since they knew that he was in the same group as Jin Zhongda, the others had become much more friendly to him. The sons of a few small companies whose names had never been heard often took him to eat and drink, and of course he didn't have to pay for it.

Gradually, a few girls got closer to him, using the excuse of helping with homework corrections, who knows what the girls think after finishing their business.

Song Ping lived in this boring atmosphere for more than a month, and as the days passed, he became more and more uncertain about Jin Zhongda's attitude.

The Korean media is really gossip. He can watch the intrigue between several big companies in Korea across the sea by checking the news regularly before going to bed. Not surprisingly, the photos of these people have been hanging on the front page of the economic sector all the year round.

"The Proud Son of Heaven", "The True Heirs", "The Future of the Republic of Korea"...

Song Ping had seen enough of these exaggerated arguments in the past month or so, and he felt that he was getting further away from them.

What is the insurmountable gap in identity, Song Ping only knew clearly at this moment.

He held the cigarette that Jin Zhongren gave him in his hand, and he only knew that there was high-purity meth in it not long ago.

He actually thought that they were different from those annoying young masters, and now there was only burning pain on his face.

But Song Ping had no way out, he could only rely on them to get himself out of this unfathomable quagmire.

It was also Jin Zhong who brought them up, letting him know for the first time how easy power and status are.He didn't have to look at people's faces anymore, and the professors took care of him. No one came to trouble him anymore. On the contrary, there were still many people fawning on him.

That's great, that's great.

He remembered the disappointment Jin Zhongda had said that night, disappointed in him?What kind of person is Song Ping in their eyes?

A poor boy who can be manipulated by everyone?A naive fool?

It's ridiculous.

Song Ping rubbed his hair, tidied up the handmade shirt that he spent the whole month's salary on, and came out of the laboratory building, and saw the girl again.

This girl was what he saw when he came out of the Admiralty House that day. She lived under the Admiralty Building, and she looked like a rich girl.

She has fair skin and black hair. She often wears simple and elegant clothes, and rushes to class with a tote on her back and a computer.

Song Ping can often see her in the laboratory building, she will stay after the experiment to clear up the table before leaving, sometimes leaning against the smoking room in the corridor to smoke two women's cigarettes.

The girl's reputation is very good. People in the work-student apartment where Song Ping lives have received some help from the girl, saying that she is a quiet girl who doesn't put on airs.

In S University, he saw too many girls with heavy makeup, and they didn't even look at him. Only this girl would smile and nod to Song Ping.

So different.

Song Ping remembered the first time he met Zhang Yixing, that clean and gentle Zhang Yixing.

Perhaps because he still had the hope of being clean deep in his heart, Song Ping once again thought that there were people who were different from those damn sons.

This girl might be different.

She is not snobbish, not impetuous, quiet and clean.

Song Ping is like a drowning person who is about to drown, and that girl is a rubber boat, probably sent by God to rescue him kindly.

Song Ping swallowed, cleared his throat, and stepped forward to say hello: "Hi."

The girl squinted her eyes for a while before recognizing Song Ping. She held the things in her left hand and shook the glasses case in her hand: "It's too far away. I can't see clearly without glasses. Are you so late?"

"Well, two groups of graduate students have just finished their experiments today, and finally got off work."

The two walked slowly along the street lights, and Song Ping offered to help the girl hold the books and computer in her hands.

The girl smiled, pointed to a little sheep beside her and said, "No need, I've already seen my car."

Only then did Song Ping notice the car she was talking about. He just thought the girl was cute and didn't force her: "Be careful on the road, good night."

"Good night." The girl waved to him, and disappeared into the night riding a little sheep.

Song Ping still had a smile on his face, clasped his fingers habitually, and was about to walk back to the apartment in the dark, when he turned his head and saw Jin Zhongda leaning against the car with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Yo, some days are gone."

Jin Zhongda's car was only two spaces away from the girl's car just now, and Song Ping was so careless that he didn't notice him.

The man took the last puff of his cigarette, threw the butt of the cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his feet, and the leather shoes made a crisp sound when they stepped on the bricks.

Song Ping could only smell a different smell from the usual amber, which was the smell of nicotine mixed with opium.

He couldn't help but took two steps back, looked at Jin Zhongda, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Why are you running? Are you unhappy to see me?"

"No... no, it's just been a long time since I saw you, some..."

"A little rusty?" Jin Zhongda put away the decorative mirror frame clipped on the bridge of his nose, and took off the scarf hanging around his neck.

Song Ping stood there in embarrassment, feeling a cold sweat running straight up his tailbone.

Jin Zhongda got closer to him again, and gently wrapped his scarf around Song Ping's body: "I see you don't wear much, are you cold?"

"It's okay, thank you." Song Ping tried his best to stretch a smile that was not so stiff: "Busy recently?"

"Well, one thing, fortunately, the old guys gave me time to spend the last month well."

Hearing what Jin Zhongda said, Song Ping remembered that it was already halfway through November, and Christmas would be soon.

It turned out that he had been in S City for almost four months, and the time passed so quickly, like a dream.

It is said that Zhang Yixing and the others have also finished their work recently, and it happened that they had nothing to do to get together tonight. Song Ping got into the car of Admiralty University and went to a bar in the city center.

Song Ping is used to going in and out of this kind of smoky place, even if he sees someone having a short shot in the bathroom, he no longer feels sick.

He and Zhang Yixing said hello and followed Bian Boxian to the booth on the second floor to look down at the girl, a beautiful girl who is looking for fun.

Seeing that he was not interested, Bian Baekhyun simply played dice with him, and the one who lost lost honey liqueur. After a few rounds, the old driver Bian Baekhyun only drank two glasses, and the rest went to Song Ping belly.

"Hey, are you okay?" Wu Shixun squeezed over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Well...it's okay." Song Ping rubbed his eyes, and made a pause gesture to Baekhyun Bian, half of his body was lying on the railing, and he happened to see a person who was kissing someone in the middle of the dance floor Blonde girl.

"Like this type?" Bian Boxian was a little surprised.

"No..." Song Ping was drunk, squinted his eyes and said the girl's name with a smile: "I like that."

Bian Boxian raised his eyebrows: "Let's talk about it, let's help you chase her."

"No, no, no...I..." Song Ping wanted to refuse inarticulately.