I came from an alien planet: Using my immortal body to commit suicide crazily

Shiqing University, stadium.

In the warehouse where sports equipment was placed, Qian Yiming saw Song Zhijie standing in it at a glance.

"If you have anything to do, just tell me quickly."

If Song Zhijie hadn't told him to only talk about this once and never stick to him again from now on, otherwise he wouldn't be alone with him at all.

"You saw it all that night, right?" Song Zhijie asked softly.

He found the other two people assigned to the four-person dormitory that day and learned that they did not come to Shiqing at all, but went to Beiqiao.

"Correct!"

Qian Yiming stopped hiding him. This was a school and there were surveillance cameras everywhere. If something happened to him, Song Zhijie wouldn't be able to escape.

"I heard you personally say to kill your father and also kill your eldest brother."

Song Zhijie approached slowly in silence, the dim moonlight shining through the window on his face, which was so white that no trace of emotion could be seen.

Qian Yiming involuntarily took a few steps back until he pressed against the cold wall, pretending to be calm.

"If you have nothing to say, I'm going home."

Finally, Song Zhijie stopped and said slowly: "I like men and I also like to wear women's clothes."

But he doesn't want to be a complete woman, he just has a transvestite.

Qian Yiming's breathing became rapid.

"I...I like women, you...don't try to influence me..."

Song Zhijie smiled: "You are not my type. I just want to be friends with you."

Qian Yiming breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's find someone else to play with. We are not suitable."

Song Zhijie still smiled and took another step closer. The distance between them was only one meter.

Qian Yiming's scalp exploded, his whole body became stiff, and the horrific images he imagined could not stop appearing in his mind.

Did he have a knife and where was it hidden? Was he going to stab himself, where? Is he...

"Do you know about your father's hidden rule artist?"

Hearing the sound, Qian Yiming raised his voice: "I know! They are all here because of people who want to be famous. They are not forced!"

Song Zhijie continued to ask: "Then do you know that there are female and male artists in his unspoken rules?"

Qian Yiming froze on the spot.

What...what...

He couldn't digest this shocking news for a moment, his mind was empty, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground.

Song Zhijie raised Qian Yiming's face full of disbelief, and a cruel sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"He is still the one down there. At such an old age, I am worried about him."

Boom——

Something in Qian Yiming's heart seemed to be broken, collapsed, and could never be restored, and his eyes gradually became moist.

Song Zhijie wiped away Qian Yiming's tears: "Do you like such a father?"

Qian Yiming came to his senses and slapped Song Zhijie's hand away with a ferocious expression.

"Stop lying, I don't believe a word you say!"

He pushed Song Zhijie down viciously: "I warn you not to insult my father, otherwise I..."

Song Zhijie just looked at him quietly, looking at the trembling palm that stopped in mid-air for a long time.

"I've said everything I need to say, you can leave."

Qian Yiming rushed towards the door with relief as if he had been pardoned.

He was afraid of Song Zhijie, he didn't dare to take action at all, he just wanted to escape.

"That's right Yiming."

Song Zhijie called him to stop.

"If your father's private affairs are leaked, the Sheng family may not be able to suppress the scandal."

Qian Yiming was shocked, and he gritted his teeth and turned around.

"How dare you reveal even half a word..."

"I dare." Song Zhijie quickly interrupted him.

Qian Yiming's fierce look showed, he rushed towards Song Zhijie and strangled his neck.

"If I die...the news will spread..."

Song Zhijie had no intention of struggling at all. He spread his arms loosely: "Try harder..."

Qian Yiming looked at his fearless and crazy eyes, and he loosened his fingers that he didn't dare to use force.

Song Zhijie touched his neck, which was not painful or itchy, and smiled playfully: "Let's go, I've really finished my words this time."

Qian Yiming, who was repeatedly fooled, suddenly became filled with unknown anger, grabbed his collar and roared.

"What on earth do you want to do!"

Song Zhijie was lifted up and his upper body was suspended in the air. He moved his arms behind his back to support the ground: "I want to be friends with you, but you don't like it."

His expression became worried: "It's so late, your father will be worried if you don't go back."

Qian Yiming knew that he couldn't leave. Once out of this door, what would happen to his father and what would happen to the Qian family...

He rolled his throat and said with difficulty: "I will do it. I will be your friend."

Unexpectedly, Song Zhijie shook his head, his eyes flashing with evil and viciousness.

"But I have changed my mind now. In fact, I don't like you either. I hated you the first time I met you. It's just because of your identity that I endured the nausea and came into contact with you."

Song Zhijie stared at Qian Yiming's pale face with interest: "I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it, so you can't blame me. I'm here to inform you."

He suddenly raised his hand and clasped the back of Qian Yiming's head, speaking every word.

"The Qian family is going to be finished."

Qian Yiming was overwhelmed by his momentum, his body was limp, and his face was full of despair.

It's over...The Qian family is going to be over...

Song Zhijie picked up Qian Yiming, who was still unconscious, and his expression softened.

"I'm kidding, how could I not know that multiple friends lead to multiple paths, but friends don't have to be tied by feelings, they can also be interests."

Song Zhijie opened the door of the warehouse: "As long as you listen to me and stand on my side in the future, I will not do anything to the Qian family, and I can even help you bring the Qian family to unprecedented heights."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit hard on the side of the face.

Song Zhijie wiped away the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth without changing his expression.

"You're dreaming!" Qian Yiming shook off his hand and ran away with a cold face without looking back.