My Enemy's Counterattack Plan Chapter 3

Arden made a new decision under a new world view, and left the school with an indescribable sense of responsibility.

After riding in the car for half an hour and standing at the door of the hospital, Ji Xiangwu suddenly sent a message: [Shang Le, you are popular again. 】

Arden was puzzled: [What? ]

Ji Xiangwu forwarded him a post from the forum. Shang Le clicked on it and saw a line of big red words at a glance: [Shock! School hunk Shang Le urinates and defecates everywhere. Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality? ! ]

Arden: ...

He felt like he was going blind, and silently raised his fist: [If you want to be beaten, you can just tell me directly, no need to be so tactful. ]

Ji Xiangwu: [This is not the forum I posted on, please read down. 】

Arden opened the post, which contained several pictures.

In the green garden, a tall figure squatted under a tree. The photo seemed to be taken from a distance and was a little blurry, but the other person's silver crew cut and outline showed that he was handsome and oppressively handsome.

It was Arden.

[The poster just finished eating and saw Shan Le. He wanted to catch up and catch a glimpse of the school grass, but he didn't expect that he suddenly squatted under the tree... The surrounding weeds were taller and it was hard to see. Qing, but who can't see what he is doing? Such lack of quality! vomit---】

[And he squatted for half an hour. It seems that the school grasshopper not only urinates everywhere but also suffers from constipation. 】

The post has already spread a lot, and the people below are going crazy.

[My dormitory building is about to collapse from laughing hahahahahahahaha]

[Is there anyone who came here because of this outrageous title like me? Damn Shangle urinated and defecated everywhere]

【Who is Arden? 】

[Reply upstairs, the school president was just elected last year. Contrary to other school idols, most of his voters are boys, and he can be said to be the male god recognized by boys]

[You look so tall. Did you grow up eating toilet paper? 】

[The picture is so blurry but he is still so handsome, I forgive him]

[I was near the restaurant and saw the tree. I'm looking for evidence.]

[Laughing so hard that I want to die, one of the brothers and sisters above will add me, let’s go together]

As a result, more and more people began to gather in the usually deserted garden near the restaurant.

The veins on Shang Le's forehead were throbbing. After reading the post, all he could think of was the words "urinating and defecating anywhere". He never hesitated, and replied directly with his real name, explained it, and then ignored the post.

After entering the hospital, it didn't take long for Arden to come out with his things. He didn't know whether to go back to the hotel or to school. He struggled for a moment, as if he was being pulled by a force, and he couldn't move either way.

There is a special smoking room outside the hospital. Shang Le stood on the side of the road and saw through the glass a person inside puffing out a cigarette. The reflection from the glass made him squint slightly.

Shang Le and Shi You's relationship was not so bad at the beginning. They were in the same high school, and their relationship was good at the beginning of the school year, at least they were "respectful to each other".

Arden couldn't stand the smell of cigarettes. He would have diarrhea if he smelled it for a long time. He asked the doctor, who said that he was slightly allergic to nicotine. Moreover, athletes usually had to quit smoking and drinking, so he could only indulge once or twice occasionally. He didn't drink much either.

Miles smoked in the dormitory several times, and after Arden couldn't stand it, the two had a fight, and the relationship gradually deteriorated.

Raising his hand to block the sun, Shang Le tugged at the collar of his jacket. The weather was really hot. His physique was like a furnace and he sweated easily. Wearing a jacket in summer was simply torture for him.

Cicadas chirped around him, and he wiped his face: "What's going on..."

He was not as calm as he appeared. Feeling upset, he took the subway to the basketball stadium he often frequented near the school.

*

Arden returned to his dormitory at night. He had been hanging out all day, and as soon as he opened the dormitory door, he felt something was wrong.

The dormitory was dark, and the light from the corridor slanted into the darkness from behind him, but it could not illuminate the shadow. Arden paused, reached out to turn on the light, and the room brightened up in an instant, revealing the figure at the table.

Miles leaned on the back of the chair and rested his long legs on the ground casually. He didn't know how long he sat there. Hidden by the black mask, Arden couldn't see his expression. He only felt that he was being stared at by a black beast coiled in the abyss.

Waiting for prey, waiting for the opportunity to move.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Shang Le slowly closed the door behind him, walked forward, and stopped one meter away from him.

He looked at the ceiling, then at the floor, and touched his head, like a Sc*mbag who was caught cheating on his wife: "Miles, you are back..."

Miles looked at him without saying a word for a long time, and Arden felt murderous intent steaming in his eyes.

Arden was silent for a moment, and finally confirmed that what happened to them last night did indeed happen.

He whispered, "I'm sorry..."

Before she could finish her words, Miles grabbed her wrist with such force that her wrist bone was almost broken.

Miles raised his eyelids and looked at him, his light-colored pupils full of sinisterness: "I'm sorry? Ha---"

He had never done anything he regretted in his life, but yesterday's "joining in the fun" made his intestines feel so full of regret that they turned blue.

Standing up, he approached fiercely: "Okay, how about you being pushed back by me as an apology?"

The white paper bag in Shang Le's hand fell to the ground while he was pulling. The next second, he was pressed against the door with great force, and his back muscles hit the door panel with a bang.

The other party pulled off his mask, stared at him closely, and word by word, his mute voice penetrated his ears like a snake: "Shang Le, I want to R@p3 you first, and then kill you!"

Cold fingers reached under his shirt hem and rubbed his waistline. Shang Le grabbed his wrist fiercely and finally got serious: "Miles, you..."

The person in front of me had red eyes and looked abnormal.

Although the two have known each other for a year, Arden has never seen Miles like this. If Tristan Bai was here, he would definitely know that Miles was ill, but Shang Le didn't know, he just thought that he had stimulated Miles too much.

Miles suddenly opened his mouth and bit his collarbone with great force. Shang Le felt pain and pinched the back of Miles's neck and pulled him out: "Hiss... Are you a dog? Let go!"

Normally, Arden would have fought back a long time ago, but today, for some unknown reason, he was tolerant of Shi You's strength.

The two were tugging and tugging, and in the chaos, chairs were knocked over and trash cans were kicked down, until finally the bathroom door was opened, and with a bang, Arden fell onto the tiles.

The back of his head hit the ground, and his eyes went dark. He was stunned for a long time, and Miles finally let go. He pulled the corner of his mouth and sneered: "If I don't Fcuk you so hard that you can't get out of bed today, I, Miles, am not a man."

He stretched out his hand to take off the turtleneck sweater that was covering up the K!ss marks. The totem-like violet tattoo on his lower back was winding along the ravine of his spine. It was extremely gorgeous on the cold white jade skin, and had an indescribable sense of beauty.

Before Shang Le could digest that sentence, a cold hand came around from behind him. He grabbed the hand and got goose bumps all over his body: "Miles, what the hell do you want to do!?"

"Fcuk you!"

Arden clearly saw the desire for revenge in his eyes.

He pushed the man away and stood up, yelling at him: "Calm down!"

Miles was not willing to be outdone, and tried every means to suppress Shang Le from behind. Their bodies collided, and the toiletries on the shelf were knocked over and fell to the ground with a crackling sound. They were restraining each other and had no time to care about each other.

In the chaos, they bumped into the shower head at some point, and the warm water sprayed on the two of them. In the misty fog, Arden exerted his strength to hold the slightly trembling body tightly in his arms: "Calm down!"

Miles groaned and finally calmed down. Before Shangle could breathe a sigh of relief, the body in his arms suddenly fell down. The wet hair scratched across his collarbone, causing an itch.

He immediately leaned forward, put Miles's arm on the side of his neck, and fumbled to turn off the shower. The steam subsided slightly, and he could clearly see the closed eyebrows of the person in his arms.

Miles's face was abnormally red, his lips were pale, and he leaned in his arms.

In coma.

Shang Le quickly carried the person out of the bathroom and placed him on the lower bunk of his bed. His voice was unsteady: "Miles?"

The palm of his hand fell on his damp forehead, and it felt hot. Arden frowned, he had a fever.

If it were Shan Le before, he would definitely not know the real reason, but now he is the one who has crammed in the information.

Miles's slender eyelashes were stained with water drops, and even though he was unconscious, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, leaving a trace of unruliness. Arden looked at him for a long time, and finally took him into the bathroom and cleaned him up.

There was no bathtub in the bathroom, so he could only half-kneel on the floor, letting Miles sit on his raised legs facing each other. The other person was very obedient after he was unconscious. He lay on his shoulder and breathed lightly, causing the muscles in his back to tighten subconsciously.

Shan Le slowly smoothed off his pants, closed his eyelashes, and made mental preparations for a long time before reaching out. He tried to ignore the touch until the water washed out something mixed with blood. He made sure it was clean and then let go.

Among men, if you don't clean up in time, you will get a fever. Shi You obviously didn't notice this and didn't know how the other man spent his day today.

Shang Le was thinking about some irrelevant things, and based on the information he saw today, he successfully carried out the first lesson of theoretical practice.

He wiped the person dry with his eyes closed, put on clean clothes, and sent the person to the hospital for an intravenous drip. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

Shang Le rubbed his temple, lying on the edge of the bed, looking at the sleeping boy, whose soft cheek was slightly deformed by the pillow.

Just watching like this, he gradually fell asleep.

*

Surrounded by boundless viscous blood, bright red seeped into his eyes unbridled, and there was a feeling of suffocation in his throat. He struggled hard, and the tip of the knife got closer and closer to him.

He felt a needle-like pain in his temple, so painful that he felt his head was going to explode. At the last second when he could no longer bear it, Miles suddenly opened his eyes, covered in cold sweat.

The moonlight shone into the ward from the window like water, slightly illuminating the darkness. Miles saw the white curtains of the ward under the moonlight and was in a trance for a moment.

where is this?

Turning his head, he saw the figure lying beside the bed. Only then did his memory gradually come back to him. His face darkened slightly and he moved his fingers.

Arden noticed the movement and woke up: "...Miles?"

He rubbed his swollen eyebrows, turned on the small lamp on the bedside, and looked up to see the boy's red eyes and wet sweat on his forehead. The warm yellow light reflected on his light-colored pupils, melting the glass-like coldness and adding something else.

Arden was stunned for a moment: "Are you having a nightmare?" There seemed to be confusion on his face that was as sharp as a knife.

He had never seen Miles look vulnerable.

The water prepared on the bedside was already cold. Arden looked at him, added some hot water to him, tried to make sure the temperature was just right, and then handed it to him: "Drink some water."

There were a few red marks on Arden's face from sleeping on his stomach, and his eyes were still a little dazed after waking up. At this moment, he squinted his dark eyes and looked at him. His low voice was inexplicably gentle. He couldn't tell whether it was an illusion caused by the night or whether it was because of the darkness. Something else.

Miles looked at the glass. Shang Le was tall, with big hands, long knuckles, and distinct muscles and bones on the back of his hands, which made an ordinary glass look smaller.

It took him several seconds to take it. He was indeed a little thirsty.

The needle on the back of Miles's hand has been removed, and the nurse should have been here. Arden looked at the boy who was drinking water obediently. He was quiet for a while and suddenly whispered: "Thank you for coming to me. I... didn't mean it."

After reading the call records, no matter how stupid he was, he could guess that it was Shi You who came to the bar bathroom to find him last night. Based on what he knew about Miles, the other party should have wanted to leave him in the hotel...although an accident happened in the end.

I don't know whether it was due to fatigue after being ill or something else, but Shi You rarely became angry anymore and just looked at Shan Le. After a moment of silence, his voice was hoarse: "I know."

Shang Le's eyebrows relaxed and he looked up at him, thinking that Shi You was no longer angry. Just as he was about to say something, Shi You curled his lips, his eyes still frosty, and said in a low voice: "If you let me go back, I will forgive you for what happened."

Everyone who knows Miles knows that he is the most vindictive. Anyone who provokes him should be prepared to be retaliated against, because he has the ability and capital to do so.

...

Shang Le looked at him for a long time. His pale handsome face, coupled with the teardrop mole, looked like a sick beauty. No matter how he looked at him, he felt that he could not be better than him. He raised his eyebrows: "Let's talk about it when you get better."

Miles sneered, seeming not to believe him.

In fact, Arden really didn't want to agree. He didn't like boys in the first place. When he thought of Miles lying on him, his scalp went numb and he felt extremely weird.

Tomorrow is Sunday, and Miles will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, but he won't miss Monday's classes.

Arden struggled with the person in front of him all night last night. He was very tired today and wanted to sleep again. After pulling off the quilt for Miles, he also lay down on the empty hospital bed next door: "Have a good rest."

It was like a punch hitting cotton. Miles looked at him with an unreadable expression and finally closed his eyes.