The system forced me to be a scumbag [Quick Transmigration]

"What's going on with you today? You've lost your mind." Ren Qi's voice sounded.

Shen Siyang responded casually, "Is there?"

Let Qi ruthlessly complain: "You have been grilling this bowl of rice for 10 minutes, and a single grain of rice has not been touched. Do you still ask me if I have any?"

Shen Siyang glanced at the rice in the bowl that he dug out a hole in.

Someone at the table had already had a good meal and left.

A table of ten or twenty young people ate like a wolf chasing after them. In just 10 minutes, the table was full of dishes.

Shen Siyang hurriedly grilled the rice, catching up with the last few mouthfuls of hot food.

After eating, he touched his swollen stomach and couldn't help feeling: "Drinking is really a mistake."

Let him listen to the music: "No, you can get drunk now just by eating?"

Shen Siyang didn't explain much, and followed Huan Zou: "Don't you understand? This is called realm."

"Master Realm." Ren Qi also had a good meal, then collapsed and patted his stomach.

He and Shen Siyang just took turns washing dishes yesterday, and they had nothing to do tonight, so they simply chatted with Shen Siyang: "What's wrong with you?"

Shen Siyang recalled what he said yesterday before he lost consciousness.

"I obviously wanted to help people, but I ended up talking a lot of nonsense, and I didn't have a single idea that could help people."

Let Qi be puzzled: "What is there to worry about? Helping people, to put it bluntly, is what it is. If you really want to help, you can just give what people need."

Shen Siyang thought about it for a while: "Should I give money directly even if I lack money? Will giving money directly hurt people's self-esteem?"

As soon as these words fell, Ren Qi suddenly laughed.

Shen Siyang looked at him puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm so funny," Ren Qi clutched his aching stomach, "I can still see you thinking about this kind of problem in your lifetime, how much does the person you want to help need? Five or ten?"

Shen Siyang's brain was dull for a day, and before he had time to react to these words, he heard Ren Qidao again: "Who said it before? IOUs above fifty, the interest is calculated by the minute."

Shen Siyang thought for a while before realizing that he had indeed said this.

He was immediately happy: "Go rolling."

There was a small meeting after dinner.

The small meeting is over, and the sky is not yet dark.

Shen Siyang went back to Sang Huaiqi's house, took his clothes and went to take a bath in the backyard, and happened to meet Sang Huaiqi who had just come out of the shower.

Shen Siyang froze for a moment.

Sang Huaiqi was also taken aback when he saw Shen Siyang.

After a brief silence, Sang Huaiqi said warmly: "The ground is a bit wet, be careful of slippery."

Shen Siyang nodded and thanked with a blank mind.

After thanking him, he went into the bathroom with a change of clothes, and he began to think about how to put an end to what he said rashly last night.

The bathroom was filled with steam from a fresh shower.

The hot air is wrapped in the unique jasmine tea fragrance of Sang Huaiqi.

Shen Siyang put the clothes he had taken off on the shelf at the door, and suddenly caught sight of Sang Huaiqi's soap for bathing next to the shelf.

Light green in color, exuding a faint jasmine tea fragrance.

Shen Siyang didn't see the brand logo on the front of the soap, suddenly his brain twitched, and he wanted to take the soap to see if there was a logo on the back.

He didn't even think about why he had to look at the logo.

The body has already taken a step ahead of the brain, and the feet are floating to the side.

As soon as he grabbed the soap into his hands, the soles of his feet slipped.

With a loud "bang", Shen Siyang fell to the ground.

Almost at the same time, Sang Huaiqi opened the door and entered.

He obviously came from running, with a panting voice, he asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

Although the bathroom was dark, it was still bright, and the light from the door was enough for Sang Huaiqi to see the scene in the bathroom clearly.

Seeing Shen Siyang lying naked on the ground, Sang Huaiqi's face flushed instantly: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect your clothes to be..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Shen Siyang's feet, he frowned instantly, and said nothing.

He stood at the door with a serious expression and said "Sorry, I offended you", then he went straight into the room, took off his coat and walked towards Shen Siyang.

Shen Siyang's first reaction after getting used to staring at the stars and gradually returning to his senses was... Sang Huaiqi's bath soap is still in his hand...

Seeing Sang Huaiqi walking straight towards him, he immediately said, "I'm sorry, I didn't take your soap on purpose, I just wanted to see the brand."

As soon as the words fell, Sang Huaiqi's coat happened to be thrown on him.

Sang Huaiqi didn't care about the soap at all, and said in a deep voice, "Your feet are bleeding."

Shen Siyang glanced at his feet belatedly.

When I saw the blood, I felt a little pain.

Sang Huaiqi's voice sounded again, full of concern and caution: "Can I carry you out?"

In normal times, Shen Siyang said that he didn't need it, but he is too embarrassed now.

All he could think of was to find a way to put the soap back on his hands, so he nodded subconsciously.

The body flies into the air, and the sight shakes.

Coming to the door, Shen Siyang patted Sang Huaiqi: "Wait a minute."

Sang Huaiqi stopped and looked at Shen Siyang doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

Shen Siyang stuffed the soap back into the soap box next to the shelf with lightning speed, finally heaved a sigh of relief, lowered his eyes and buried his face, and said, "It's all right, let's go."

After solving the soap problem, being carried all the way back to the house by Sang Huaiqi, Shen Siyang finally realized some other problems belatedly.

The wound on his foot was not that big, how could it be so crippled that Sang Huaiqi wanted to hug him?

Sang Huaiqi's coat could barely cover half of his body, and his gaze inadvertently glanced at Sang Huaiqi's hand wrapped around the crook of his leg.

The boy's skin was a little darker than his own, and his bony hands were beginning to take shape, pressing on the white skin of his legs, leaving a red mark.

Shen Siyang didn't know why he felt uncomfortable looking at this picture.

He looked away in a panic, his eyes wandered around, and finally fell on Sang Huaiqi's face who was close at hand.

The sharp edges and corners can be called the perfect facial features.

From Sang Huaiqi's straight lips and tense jaw, it is not difficult to see that he is very nervous and worried at the moment.

Shen Siyang's heart started beating wildly again.

It's been like this for two days.

He subconsciously raised his hand to cover it for a while, wondering if he should go for a CT scan after going out.

How can normal people have tachycardia so frequently.

While thinking wildly, the person has been carried to the room and put down.

He looked around in a daze, and it was rare to see that this was not his room: "What are you doing in your room?"

"I have medicine in my room."

Sang Huaiqi put Shen Siyang on the bed, closed the door and turned on the light, squatted next to Shen Siyang again, and lifted Shen Siyang's feet to watch for a while.

Shen Siyang has fair skin.

One color from face to body to feet.

Although his stature can only be considered above average among boys, his body proportions are completely top-notch.

Not only are the legs long and straight, but the shape of the feet also follows the legs. The instep is thin and well-proportioned. Coupled with the delicate skin, it looks like a wax figure carved by an artist.

On such a foot, even a small wound would look particularly glaring.

Sang Huaiqi got up and went to the locker to get the medicine after looking carefully at it.

Not long after, he took the medicine and walked back to Shen Siyang.

Shen Siyang saw that Sang Huaiqi took several bottles and jars, even mixed with gauze.

He looked uncertainly at the wound on his foot again.

Seeing that it was indeed just a fingernail-sized injury, he was instantly happy, looked at Sang Huaiqi and said, "Looking at you taking so many medicines, I almost thought I was bleeding profusely."

Sang Huaiqi frowned and said in a deep voice, "Don't say such unlucky words."

While talking, he squatted down in front of Shen Siyang again, lifted Shen Siyang's feet and put them on his knees.

Shen Siyang shrank back a little uncomfortably.

Sang Huaiqi stopped immediately, looked at Shen Siyang and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Siyang was just about to say that there is no need to bother, but he was at a loss for words when he saw Shang Sang Huaiqi's concerned eyes.

He suddenly remembered that once a few years ago, his father drove a battery car and crashed into a tree.

When I got home, I cheerfully showed him the wound as if nothing happened, and said, "Add one to the novel experience."

After waiting for half an hour, his mother came home and said, "How did you hit it like this?"

The person who seemed to be fine half an hour ago, suddenly cried and hugged his mother, saying "wife hurts" and "wife, I'm dying".

Shen Siyang was tormented by his father's whining for a long time, and almost couldn't take it anymore, so he jumped out of the window and left home on the spot.

He can remember this incident until now, which is enough to show how much he didn't understand his father's behavior at that time.

However, at this moment, facing Sang Huaiqi's nervousness and concern, he suddenly realized the magic of blood ties.

Normally, the wound would be healed by just wiping the blood twice with a piece of paper, but now he seriously felt that it would be no problem for Sang Huaiqi to wipe this pile of things for him.

He was completely paralyzed by his abnormal behavior in the past two days, so he simply gave up struggling.

Accepting Sang Huaiqi's concern frankly, he changed his face and asked with a smile: "The wound on my foot is not as big as the wound on your face. Why didn't you see it so meticulously when you wrapped the wound on your face?"

Seeing that Shen Siyang was not unwilling, Sang Huaiqi lowered his head again and took the disinfectant to clean the wound on Shen Siyang's side.

While moving carefully, he responded seriously: "It's not the same."

Shen Siyang was puzzled: "What's the difference? Isn't it all skin and flesh? In comparison, the face is much more expensive than the gold feet."

Sang Huaiqi paused slightly.

He looked down at Shen Siyang's feet on his lap.

The wound was on the side of the foot.

There was a glaring red cut in the white and tender skin.

Even if the bleeding has been stopped, even if it has been covered with blue potion, it is still dazzling.

He moved again with lowered eyes, and replied softly: "No."

It has nothing to do with the difference between skin and flesh, neither face nor feet.

The precious one is you.

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After applying good medicine to Shen Siyang and wrapping the wound with breathable gauze, Sang Huaiqi finally heaved a sigh of relief, and seriously told him: "It is best not to touch the wound with water these few days."

As soon as the words fell, I heard Shen Siyang's smiling voice: "Don't touch the wound with water? Let me think about it, who's wound is still not healed, and he doesn't care if his face is covered with rain for several hours, even gauze Do you know if you want to take the initiative to change?"

Sang Huaiqi looked up at Shen Siyang, right into Shen Siyang's smiling eyes.

He took the initiative to admit his mistake: "It's me, I won't do it next time."

Shen Siyang's brows and eyes crooked with a smile: "I will do what I say."

Sang Huaiqi nodded with a chuckle: "Well, we will do what we say."

While speaking, he carefully lifted Shen Siyang's foot that was still on his lap: "Do you want to go back and continue taking a bath?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he froze all of a sudden.

I was worried about Shen Siyang's wound just now, so I couldn't pay attention to other things at all.

At this moment, the anxious matter was gone, and he belatedly realized how dangerous the posture of the two of them was at the moment.

His coat was loosely covering Shen Siyang's body, barely covering half of Shen Siyang's body.

The hem hangs down the side of the leg.

If Shen Siyang's legs were laid flat, the hem of his clothes would still cover them.

But at this moment, Shen Siyang's legs were lifted by him, and a corner of his clothes was also folded up.

The looming folds are displayed in front of Sang Huaiqi without hindrance.

Sang Huaiqi was so shocked that he quickly put down Shen Siyang's legs, got up and pulled the quilt to wrap Shen Siyang into a ball.

Shen Siyang was wrapped up so that only his head and one injured foot remained outside the quilt, and he looked at Sang Huaiqi who was as red as a small tomato in front of him with a dazed expression.

"Why did you pack me up like this?"

Sang Huaiqi lowered his eyes and stopped looking at Shen Siyang, his long eyelashes trembling.

"It's getting late at night and it's getting cold."

Shen Siyang turned his head and glanced at the sky where there was still a glimmer of light outside the window, and was amused: "How deep is the night?"

Turning around, seeing that Sang Huaiqi's face was getting redder and redder, he became happier in an instant: "And you look very hot."

Sang Huaiqi pursed his lips lightly, his head was smoking and he could not speak.

Seeing that he looked like he was about to explode at any moment, Shen Siyang let him go and changed the subject, "How can I take a bath?"

Sang Huaiqi twitched his ears under his curly hair, and it took him a while to respond, "I can carry you back."

Shen Siyang pondered: "That's not necessary."

Sang Huaiqi explained softly: "Your slippers are still in the bathroom."

Shen Siyang glanced at the ground with difficulty: "Okay, but this quilt..."

Before he finished speaking, he was already picked up by Sang Huaiqi with a quilt.

Shen Siyang lay flat in Sang Huaiqi's arms like a pupa, and was overjoyed: "It shouldn't be so cold outside that you have to go out with a quilt, right?"

Sang Huaiqi should be serious: "It's cold."

After thinking about it, he added: "There are also many mosquitoes at night."

Shen Siyang found that he couldn't refute, so he had to be a chrysalis honestly and went to the bathroom.

Sang Huaiqi carried the man into the bathroom, put him down carefully, and said softly, "I'm at the door, after you take off the quilt, just open a slit and hand it to me."

After speaking, he went straight out.

Shen Siyang was puzzled: "Can't I just give it to you?"

While speaking, Sang Huaiqi walked to the door without looking back.

Shen Siyang saw half of his face so red that it could bleed, and the door was closed again before his eyes.

The bathroom was plunged into darkness.

Shen Siyang slowly unwrapped the quilt wrapped around his body, belatedly savoring the fact that Sang Huaiqi blushed.

He asked the people outside uncertainly, "Are you shy?"

It was quiet outside, no one responded.

Shen Siyang was instantly happy. He put the quilt between his arms and moved towards the door, and continued: "Didn't you see everything when you first came in, why didn't you see you shy then?"

It was still quiet outside, as if no one was there.

Shen Siyang walked to the door, knocked on the door: "quilt."

Only then did the people outside the door move.

The door was pulled outwards, opening a large enough gap.

No one was seen, only a voice: "Hand it out."

Shen Siyang looked at the gap in front of him for a while, and instead of handing over the quilt, he said, "Stretch your hand over a little."

After a while, a hand appeared in the gap.

As soon as the hand made a shape in the gap, Shen Siyang grabbed the wrist.

Sang Huaiqi outside the door was stunned for a moment.

Subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back, but was afraid that Shen Siyang would be hurt if he pulled it hard, so he could only say without moving, "quilt."

Shen Siyang played a rogue: "I won't give it to you."

It was quiet outside the door for a while, and Sang Huaiqi rang out again with a puzzled gentle voice: "Why?"

Shen Siyang stared at the hand in front of him for a while, and then asked, "Answer me honestly first, are you shy?"

The author says:

A bloody murder caused by a bar of soap