exoTheUnfairClub

exoTheUnfairClub

Author: Chuan Tangfeng

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How much are you willing to pay to enter high society?

A poor and cowardly young man strayed into a materialistic world.

Moral fall, emotional out of control, eventually led to his death.

They who seduced the teenagers also paid a heavy price for it.

Is this the only boy who died?

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Search keywords: Protagonists: Song Ping, Zhang Yixing, Baekhyun Byun┃Supporting roles: Kim Jong Dae, Park Chanyeol, Oh Sehun┃Others: Noble Noble

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Probably many people have longing for high society.

The toasts are staggered, and the clothes are fragrant and the temples are shadowed.

Is it really?

When he pushed open the door, he saw Jin Zhong da collapsed on the ground, crawling towards him inch by inch.

"Save him... please, save him..."

Zhang Yixing squatted down and used all his strength to support Jin Zhongda, let him lean on his body, looked up to see Park Chanyeol stretched out his hand under Song Ping's nose, and then touched his neck.

"he died."

Zhang Yixing's hand holding Jin Zhongda froze, and he slid down against the wall together with Jin Zhongda.

There were eager footsteps in the corridor, and several people rushed in from the door.

The silhouette of the figure was reflected on the glass of the low table, shining brightly together with the silver knife and tinfoil.

CH1

S University is the busiest month before the start of each autumn semester. Asians with suitcases are in front of the high-end apartments, host families, and basic student dormitories in the city. S University fees are high. Compared with similar universities of the same level, S University is more like a gold-plated kiln for young ladies of medium and large family businesses in Asia.

The housing prices here are about two or three times higher than in other cities. The cheapest thing is the basic lunch, and the most expensive thing is the wine and cigarettes brought in by someone desperately. Anyway, the people here need money the most. .

However, there are occasional exceptions. Every year, it is used to "help" the school on the surface, but in fact it has sufficient funds to wipe the buttocks of the bastards who caused trouble. The school board will show kindness by adding a few places for work-study students. Basically, such students are not I'm at odds with Huatianjiudi, and I'm single-minded. After graduating from school, I almost become a Buddha with asceticism. It's just that I got into some bad habits with these young masters. If I please them, I can follow them back to China in exchange for an official job. I'm tired of these people and just go straight It is not uncommon to throw them on the side of the road waiting to die.

In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer such students in schools. Middle-class children would rather go to a fringe city to become a Buddha than live a garden dream for a few years.

But everything can't be said to be dead, especially the appearance of Song Ping, which almost broke the status quo of S University.

Song Ping dragged two large suitcases and stumbled along. The car booked on Uber hadn't arrived yet. He didn't want to just sit and wait, so he could only move forward step by step with deep feet and shallow feet.The baggy hoodie on his body didn't match the hot weather in early August, and several sports cars of unknown brands drove by him, making noise on the already scorching hot street.

His uber driver finally arrived. The car looked like an ordinary black car. Song Ping looked down at the high-end interior and screamed inwardly. He just wanted to find some excuse to reject the reservation. The one looked thin and thin. The weak driver put his two boxes into the trunk and reached out to take the huge schoolbag on his body.

Song Ping quickly waved his hand, put the backpack on the ground in the back seat, and sat down on the co-pilot obediently.

The little driver was wearing a pair of unmarked white leather sneakers and a black shirt with two buttons unbuttoned, looking low-key and coquettish.

Seeing the little driver's gaze shifted from the road to his face, Song Ping quickly lowered his head, pretending to rub the mud on the soles of his shoes, but soon he found that he might have to pay an extra cleaning fee: The floor mats are all a clean light brown color, not to mention mud, not even ashes and women's hair.

"Hey," the little driver seemed to see his embarrassment, and chuckled: "It's fine even if you vomit in the car, the price remains the same."

Song Ping blushed and stammered an apology.

Listening to his unproficient spoken English, the little driver asked without raising his eyes: "Chinese?"

"right……"

His eyes seemed brighter, and he quickly chatted with Song Ping in Chinese: "Ah, a freshman from S University?"

"right……"

"I'm also from S, one level higher than you, and my name is Zhang Yixing." His slender fingers followed the tune on the radio and clicked on the steering wheel, in a great mood.

Song Ping said his name a little happily, but was afraid of offending the young master, so he lowered his head and pursed his lips with a cooperative smile twice to answer.

But the other party picked up the quarrel and turned to smile at him: "Hey, you also have dimples."

Song Ping looked at the dimples on Zhang Yixing's cheeks that were exactly in the same position as his, deepened his smile by two inches, and gently curved his eyebrows and eyes.

The road ahead was much smoother, and coupled with their compatible personalities, the two chatted more happily than old friends.

Zhang Yixing sent Song Ping downstairs to the small apartment, and helped him carry a box up the fourth floor in one breath. Zhang Yixing, who was in a small room, had nowhere to go. He still kept his usual gentle smile on his face, so he probably pointed it out to Song Ping. The office building of their college turned around and left.

Song Ping thanked him, and watched Zhang Yixing walk out of the small building that was incompatible with him, the sunlight just wrapped his delicate ankles and soft hair lying on top of his head, and returned to his world.

Song Ping forced a smile, turned his head and looked at the dusty room with only a few square meters. There was a hard bed, a set of tables and chairs, and a simple wardrobe.

He stood at the door, took three steps back and fell down without missing a beat on the bed.

Really, really good.

Zhang Yixing put on the Bluetooth headset, drove the car onto the main road, and called Park Chanyeol, "Hey, where are you?"

There was a lot of noise on the other end of the phone, but Park Chanyeol seemed to be running out the door: "The big place...is your caring little driver finished?"

"It's done... I said it all... well, do you need me to bring anything?" Zhang Yixing pursed his lips.

"No need, just come here quickly, if you don't come, Wu Shixun will drink like crazy." Park Chanyeol stood in the entrance and looked in at Wu Shixun, who had already had some wine on his head, and shook his head with a smile.

"Ah."

Zhang Yixing hung up the phone, thought about it and packed some food at the restaurant on the street, and then turned around and drove towards the city center.

Admiralty's small apartment is two streets north of the city center, and the surrounding facilities are almost all pharmacies and small restaurants for rich young men like them to get hangovers. There are not even serious dry cleaners and bookstores. Zhong Da complained to him more than once that it took half an hour to drive to do laundry.

Before Zhang Yixing reached the door, he saw Park Chanyeol pushing the door to pick him up, stepping on the wooden threshold with his bare feet, his white shirt was already ripped and wrinkled, and he didn't even have a neckline like Wu Shixun who squeezed out his head next to him It's an amber wine stain.

"Brother Yixing..." Wu Shixun usually has a cold face, even the good brother who usually plays well doesn't see a smiling face for a long time, but he looks like a 12-year-old after drinking, smiling at everyone he sees.

Zhang Yixing raised his hand to touch Wu Shixun's head, and pushed him in.

It's rare that these few people's receptions were not so much fun. They went back several times during the holidays this year, and only Admiralty, Wu Shixun, Park Chanyeol, and Zhang Yixing were left in S City.

After the finalsweek in July, it was time to go to NYC to let the wind go, to go to Malibu for paddling, and to go back to S City in August. There was only one purpose, to catch girls before school started.

People like them, if they don’t want to quarrel too much with the family, as long as they don’t report and don’t kill anyone, the company they return home after graduation will start from small managers one by one. It's over.

In the few years when I can be out of the family's jurisdiction, it doesn't matter how much I play.

The quality of the freshmen of S University this year has been checked by them. The ID photos of the students can best show the exquisite facial features. After all, after a night of flirting, no one wants to see one in the morning who is completely different from the one who wore makeup last night. Same as the woman who is in his own bed.

As soon as Zhang Yixing sat down, a glass of whiskey was stuffed into his hand, and Jin Zhong smiled maliciously.Zhang Yixing knew that this guy was full of water, so he put the cup in his hand to Jin Zhong's mouth and poured it down.

Jin Zhongda coughed and took out a few tissue papers to dip in the wine on his body, and muttered in his mouth without listening to the dark history of Zhang Yixing's childhood.

A few people had a quarrel for a while, at this time without a Baekhyun, they still couldn't play, and they didn't know what kind of trouble this guy encountered when he returned to Korea, they kept calling and texting without even emailing Come on, Bian's family hasn't been on the news for a few weeks.

Last week, Park Chanyeol asked his sister to inquire about the situation of the Bian family. The news sent by the sister was the same as the message sent by the brother of Jin Zhong's eldest cousin, but he simply said not to ask any more, and the few people were at a loss.

Thinking of Bian Boxian, the four of them lacked interest, and sat on the carpet to warm up the dinner that Zhang Yixing had brought back, doing their part to hangover.

City S looks a bit boring today.

CH2

Before eight o'clock, Song Ping woke up from the unmade bed. A few second-hand professional books were placed under his lower back overnight, and his whole body ached from the diaphragm.

Yesterday it was reported that he had bought some daily necessities. Song Ping was really poor. There was only 200 US dollars left in his card. Although eating is not a problem at the moment, living a tight life is not enough.