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

"Aren't you going back this summer vacation?"

Shen Siyang walked out of the bathroom, wiped his wet hair with a towel, and walked towards Sang Huaiqi who was sitting in front of the coffee table.

Sang Huaiqi stopped what he was doing.

When Shen Siyang came to him, he naturally hugged Shen Siyang to his lap and took the towel from Shen Siyang's hand.

"I won't go back. I told my grandma Xiaoshan during the Chinese New Year that I will be busy with studio work this summer."

Shen Siyang nestled in Sang Huaiqi's arms. Hearing this, he looked around and asked aloud, "Do you want to move to a bigger place?"

Sang Huaiqi paused slightly: "Think this place is too small?"

Shen Siyang thought: "It's fine now, but if you move in, the room will be more crowded if half of your things are piled up."

Sang Huaiqi completely stopped moving.

Shen Siyang felt that the towel on his head hadn't moved for a while, and looked up at Sang Huaiqi, who was staring at Sang Huaiqi in a daze.

He smiled for a moment: "What? Did you plan to rent a house by yourself during the summer vacation?"

Sang Huaiqi blushed slightly, and continued to move his hands: "I'm still thinking about it."

"What do you think? Tell me."

Sang Huaiqi explained seriously: "In the early stage of the studio, it will be very busy. I may often have to go home in the middle of the night, which will disturb your rest."

Shen Si Yang laughed: "I fell asleep like a dead pig, did you know about this on the first day?"

Sang Huaiqi corrected him in a gentle voice: "Don't talk about death, it's unlucky."

Shen Siyang continued to ask with a smile: "Any other concerns?"

Sang Huaiqi paused for a moment, then said softly: "Can I pay the rent?"

Shen Siyang heard the words and turned the question back to the beginning: "First think about whether to move to a bigger place to live."

Sang Huaiqi asked back, "Do you want to?"

"I'm fine," Shen Siyang evaluated reasonably, "If you change to a bigger place, you can rent a two-bedroom and one living room, one as a bedroom and one as a studio."

"Two rooms." Sang Huaiqi muttered softly.

He raised his eyes and looked at the bed that was within two steps, and then lowered his eyes to the coffee table in the whole room that could only be used for office work.

In his heart, he weighed the distance between the two rooms and the current house. He leaned into Shen Siyang's ear and said honestly, "I want to squeeze."

Shen Siyang laughed for a moment: "That's a pity. Sang Huaiqi lost a chance to perform. I paid a whole year's rent for this house when I moved in."

He patted Sang Huaiqi's hand to signal Sang Huaiqi to stop, then turned around and hugged him: "But don't worry too much, there are still many opportunities, and the food and clothing of this family will be covered by you in the future. "

Sang Huaiqi circled Shen Siyang, and responded with a smile, "Okay."

-

The exam week is over, and the day has entered July.

On the day when the last exam ended, Sang Huaiqi dragged his luggage and moved to Shen Siyang's residence.

On weekdays, Shen Siyang is not at home.

Sang Huaiqi spread out the suitcase in the living room and took out the items in the suitcase one by one.

As early as a week ago, together with Shen Siyang, he cleared out half of the empty places in the house for disposal.

Sang Huaiqi hangs clothes in the vacant half of the wardrobe, puts shoes in the vacant half of the shoe rack, and puts books in the vacant half of the bookshelf...

After packing everything, his eyes fell on the only iron box left in the suitcase.

Bending down picked up the iron box and opened it.

Looking at the iron box full of awards, the memory uncontrollably dialed back to the first year after Shen Siyang left.

He decided to continue his senior year of high school.

-

Sang Huaiqi walked off the podium with the trophy.

Walking to the backstage, he politely asked the person in charge of the competition: "Hi, do you have any awards for this competition?"

"Certificate?" The person in charge was a little surprised, "If you want to prove the award that you recruited in advance, you can use our trophy. The proof of honor in our competition is based on the trophy."

Sang Huaiqi explained: "I want to keep it privately."

"Privately kept, we generally don't issue certificates separately, but if necessary, you can also have them. Come with me."

Sang Huaiqi thanked him and followed the person in charge to leave the backstage.

After receiving the award, he put it in the document bag he had prepared in advance and walked towards the direction where the school bus stopped.

As soon as they walked to the door, they heard a discussion.

"Why isn't the car driving? It's been 10 minutes. Isn't everyone here?"

"Everything is here, but Sang Huaiqi, the sweet pastry that the teachers are holding in their hands, hasn't arrived yet."

"It's him again. I'm really sick of him. I can't figure it out. Why does he have to play in all the competitions? Are the awards he has now not enough for him to recruit in advance? Even if he doesn't participate in the early recruiting, with him If you can’t get in any school you want to take, can’t you take part in a few less competitions, so as to give others a chance to survive?”

"What else could it be? The first prizes in all competitions are not low. He came from a poor village. I heard that his family still owes money. He must be desperately short of money."

"Won't you go to work if you don't have enough money? Purely rely on participating in competitions to make money? Why are you pretending to be noble?"

"It's not just a matter of a day or two for him to pretend to be noble. Because the girls at school like his face, he wants to raise his chin to the sky every day. In fact, he is not so poor that his school uniform has been washed and turned white."

It was two boys standing beside the school bus who were speaking.

Just as Sang Huaiqi's eyes fell on them, another voice rang in his ear.

"Don't pay attention to them. People who have no ability need to fight with words. You go your own way and don't care what others say."

Sang Huaiqi had a rare tenderness on his silent face.

There was a slight smile in his eyes, and he responded lightly: "I know."

Taking two steps forward, the voice next to my ear rang again.

"Don't be angry at yourself, go up to them. The teacher made it clear that the train will leave on time at 03:30 in the afternoon. It's only [-]:[-] when the king of heaven comes. Are these two people without ears or brains?"

Sang Huaiqi chuckled, and responded warmly, "Okay."

He walked slowly to the two people beside the school bus.

Stopping in his tracks, suppressing the smile and softness in his eyes, he said indifferently and expressionlessly: "The school bus leaves on time at 03:30, and it is now [-]:[-]."

The two people who were chewing their tongues behind their backs just a second ago were so frightened that their faces turned pale when they saw the person being chewed.

The two bit the bullet and explained repeatedly.

"Qi Shen, we're just talking casually, we don't mean to blame you for coming late, don't take it seriously."

"That's right, it's... just boring."

Sang Huaiqi ignored the two of them and got into the car silently.

After getting in the car, he directly picked an empty seat at the back, sat down and leaned against the window and closed his eyes.

When I drove to the city this morning, I was not feeling well.

It was just a slight cold in the morning, but after a whole day, the cold tended to turn into a fever.

Sang Huaiqi slept all the way by the car window.

When the car stopped and woke up, the symptoms became more obvious.

His eyelids were so heavy that he could barely open them, and the soles of his feet seemed to be filled with lead.

Sang Huaiqi sat on the seat for a while, then got up and got out of the car with his eyes downcast.

Small high schools in county towns do not provide accommodation.

Sang Huaiqi rented a room near the school.

A very small room with a small bathroom that is difficult to turn around.

There is only a bed, a desk and a wardrobe in the room.

The wardrobe was bought by Sang Huaiqi at the wholesale market when he moved in.

Sang Huaiqi entered the room with heavy steps.

He knew that he had a fever, but when he walked to the bed and sat down, he didn't go to get the medicine immediately, but took the iron box on the corner of the table in front of him.

Open the tin box, take the folder you brought back, carefully take out the certificates in the folder, then carefully put the certificates into the tin box, and stack them with all the past awards.

There was a sound in the ears again.

"Excellent, classmate Sang Huaiqi, you're back with a certificate of merit."

The sense of security brought by the private space made Sang Huaiqi look up at the young man in front of him without any scruples.

The young man was wearing a sky blue hooded sweater that he often wore, with a warm smile that Sang Huaiqi was familiar with on his face.

Sang Huaiqi stared fixedly at "Shen Siyang" in front of him, and after a while he responded softly: "I will get more awards in the future."

"Shen Siyang" smiled for a moment: "When you buy a house, I will make a special room for posting certificates."

Sang Huaiqi responded warmly, "Okay."

After a brief silence, "Shen Siyang" looked at each other, and said again: "You have a fever, you need to see a doctor."

Sang Huaiqi shook his head lightly: "There is medicine at home."

Shen Si Yang Ying: "Then take the medicine quickly."

Sang Huaiqi did not move for a long time, still staring at "Shen Siyang".

My brain hurts badly, and the pain gradually blurs my vision.

The weakness and chills brought by the fever opened a big hole in Sang Huaiqi's warm heart.

He stared at "Shen Siyang" closely, and made an over-the-top request with some trepidation: "Can I give you a hug?"

The empty room fell into a brief silence.

Sang Huaiqi was having trouble breathing. He tried his best to run his brain that was in chaos due to the fever, and explained nervously: "I'm sorry, I just...I..."

Before he finished speaking anxiously, Shen Si Yang Minglang's voice sounded again: "Yes."

Sang Huaiqi froze for a moment.

His cheeks, which were somewhat pale due to illness, gradually turned red.

He looked at Shen Siyang, his eyes were full of tension, apprehension, hope, and longing, accompanied by the pure and surging love of a young man that almost overflowed in the depths of his eyes.

After several deep breaths, he finally mustered up the courage to reach out his hand to the young man in front of him.

However, the moment his hand touched "Shen Siyang", the young man in front of him turned into nothingness and disappeared into the silent air without a sound.

-

Sang Huaiqi shuddered all over, sitting up from his sleep with cold hands and feet.

A familiar voice rang in my ears: "Did I wake you up?"

He blinked slightly, slowly looking around.

Double sofa, coffee table, projector, kitchen on the balcony...

Wearing a sky blue short-sleeved T-shirt, Shen Siyang walked up to him: "Why is your face so ugly? Are you having a nightmare?"

Sang Huaiqi stared blankly at the person in front of him, unable to distinguish between illusion and reality for a while.

He swallowed nervously.

After being anxious for a long time, I mustered up the courage to open my bitter lips, and asked again in a hoarse voice: "May I give you a hug?"

Shen Siyang showed his familiar warm smile: "What silly question?"

When the words fell, she took the initiative to lean over and hug him.

did not disappear.

The real warm embrace made Sang Huaiqi gradually return to reality.

He hugged Shen Siyang tightly back for a moment, and stuffed his head into Shen Siyang's warm neck, looking for Shen Siyang's real pulse.

Shen Siyang was tickled by Sang Huaiqi's soft curly hair.

I endured it for a while, but couldn't bear it anymore, and hid back with a smile.

However, in the next second, Sang Huaiqi buried his head back into his neck like a clingy puppy.

Shen Siyang was overjoyed, and grabbed his curly hair that was messing around: "What are you doing, puppy Sang?"

Sang Huaiqi continued to rub against his neck for a long while before raising his head.

The depths of the beautiful eyes were filled with bright starlight, he looked deeply at Shen Siyang, and said very seriously: "Feel happiness."