Chapter 21 (2/2)

“I still need the pencil…”

Shen Zhe was frustrated after getting nothing from the practice.

The seventh stage was already the peak. It was unacceptable for an obsessive-compulsive patient.

He needed to see if he could change his body quality with the pencil.

Keeping one bowl of the herb liquid for himself, he packed up the other three bowls and went to Zhao Chen’s dormitory.

In any case, they had been terribly wounded because of him. As their friend, he should make up for it.

Soon, he reached the dormitory.

Same as him, Zhao Chen’s roommates had all fled, and he was left alone in the dormitory.

At that moment, Zhao Chen was lying on his bed and resting.

“What has brought you here?”

Zhao Chen rose in a hurry after he saw Shen Zhe.

“I said that I would help you treat your wounds and polish your body. Here you are!”

With a smile, Shen Zhe handed over a bottle of herb liquid.

“Herb liquid?” Zhao Chen looked at it in confusion and asked, “Did you make it yourself?”

“Yes!” Shen Zhe nodded.

There was nothing to deny.

“Well…” Zhao Chen said, his face twitching, “I’d rather not. I’ve already taken medications, and I’ll probably be fine in a day or two. Thank you for your offer, though…”

When they studied refining, Shen Zhe gave a dog the drug he had made, and the dog died the most miserable death soon after.

Later, whenever rats appeared in the dormitory, he would put the herb liquid he had made in a corner, and the rats were killed every time.

The guy’s grades were even worse than Zhao Chen’s. Zhao Chen certainly didn’t dare to take the drug he had concocted.

“What’s the meaning of this?”

Shen Zhe was angry since Zhao Chen had refused him.

The drug that he had made through hard work with the herbs that he demanded while enduring the greasy smoke had just been despised…

“Nothing… It’s just that I don’t want to die just yet…”

Zhao Chen smiled in embarrassment.

Although inheriting billions and marrying dozens of beautiful girls could be hard and humiliating, he would at least be alive. If he took Shen Zhe’s drug… would he die as fast as the rats in the dormitory?

“Shut up and cut the crap! You will take whatever I give to you!”

Shen Zhe’s obsessive-compulsive disorder took place. He stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Chen’s mouth, and opened the bottle.

“What are you doing? Let go of me! Don’t! Don’t!”

Zhao Chen freaked out.

“I really don’t dare take the drug you make…”

“We’re good friends. Why do you want to kill me?”

“Is living not a good thing?”

“Cry if you want to, but nobody will come to save you…” Clutching Zhao Chen’s jaw and preventing him from jerking about, Shen Zhe stuffed the bottle into his mouth violently.

“I’m doomed…”

Sensing that something warm flowed into his throat, Zhao Chen cramped on the sheet, with tears spreading out of his eyes.

He didn’t know that his life would end that way!

…

The guys’ dormitories were next to each other. Zhao Chen’s wail echoed throughout the building.

The other students heard the noise and looked at each other in bewilderment.

They were thinking about knocking on the door and seeing what was going on, when they heard Shen Zhe’s declaration.

“Cry if you want to, but nobody will come to save you…”

“It’s Shen Zhe from Class Three… They’re good friends. It should be fine…”

Someone recognized Shen Zhe’s voice.

“Oh…”

All the students nodded and looked at each other, astonished.

What an exciting game…

Were Shen Zhe and Zhao Chen gays?