Shanghai Jiao Tong University's future entrustment app: I will take my motherland flying.

Chapter 11 Brother Shen, don't do anything foolish.

"Miss Song, let's go this way."

He called out to Song Zhi Ning in a low voice, afraid of being discovered by the paparazzi and haters blocking the front door. Su Jing led Song Zhi Ning around, entering the back of the community through the underground parking garage, and then taking the elevator up.

“After the incident, I always came up here. The paparazzi and haters don’t know about it yet.”

If he had known, this place would have been blocked off, making it even more impossible for him to come see Brother Xingyi.

After all, they knew he was Shen Xingyi's assistant.

The elevator reached the 7th floor, and Song Zhining was led to the front of apartment 702. Standing at the door, Su Jing hesitated for a moment, seemingly having some concerns. He, who usually rang the doorbell whenever Shen Xingyi was home, chose to use the spare key instead.

"This key was given to me by Brother Shen."

The key felt heavy in his hand, a testament to Shen Xingyi's trust in him.

With a soft click, the door opened.

Su Jing went in first, followed by Song Zhi Ning.

The house wasn't big. Upon entering, you could see the living room at a glance. Su Jing looked up but didn't see Shen Xingyi in the living room. Her gaze searched and landed in the kitchen.

However, when Su Jing saw what was happening in the kitchen, her eyes widened in horror.

Tomatoes and noodles were scattered on the ground, along with shards of a plate. A figure stood sideways to the outside, holding a knife in one hand and raising the other, seemingly about to make a slash.

"Brother Shen, don't do anything foolish."

Su Jing rushed in and snatched the knife from Shen Xingyi.

Shen Xingyi was stunned, as if he had just come back to his senses. He raised his face and met Song Zhining's eyes, who was standing behind Su Jing.

It was a face meticulously crafted by Nuwa, with a refined and otherworldly purity. His skin was fair, radiating a clean glow, and his light, fluffy blond hair made the young man appear even more well-behaved and innocent. He seemed to possess a natural, transcendent cleanliness and beauty.

Song Zhining thought that if she had to describe Shen Xingyi in one word, it would be "an angel who has mistakenly entered the human world."

He seemed slow to realize that someone had come in, and when he recognized Su Jing, his soft lips curved slightly upward, revealing a pale, gentle smile. He said softly, "Xiao Jing, what brings you here?"

When his gaze fell on Song Zhi Ning, perhaps because of the unfamiliarity, or perhaps because of the fear of being harassed by haters and paparazzi during this period, he took a slow step back, but it was like a cat whose fur suddenly stood on end.

He seemed to be smiling, but Song Zhining could clearly see an unspeakable vulnerability hidden within. A few rays of sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, falling on his face like faint scratches on his pale, almost transparent complexion and delicate skin. Like glass that could shatter at the slightest touch, this angel who had strayed into the human world was a mixture of brokenness and fragility, carrying with him an indescribable beauty and pain, as if he were aimlessly searching for his own redemption and peace.

Su Jing pulled Shen Xingyi to sit down on the sofa and introduced Song Zhining.

He pulled up Shen Xingyi's sleeve to look, but Shen Xingyi pressed his hand down on him. He was very thin, wearing a white shirt, and the exposed part of his wrist was very slender, almost like bone.

"Xiao Jing, you've got it wrong. I didn't do anything stupid."

Su Jing's eyes reddened instantly, and tears fell drop by drop. When she looked up again, her face was already covered in tears. "Brother Shen, how long are you going to keep this from me? Do you still consider me your brother? You clearly have depression, and you're even having hallucinations and self-harming behavior. Why didn't you tell me?"

"You're still hiding this from me now. If, if I had arrived a moment later, would you have left me forever?" "Xiao Jing, don't cry..." Shen Xingyi, who was busy comforting Su Jing, was finally pulled away by the former and easily saw several scratches on her hand. There were some on her left forearm and some on her right forearm. Some were old and the wounds were healing, leaving an unsightly scar. Some were newer and had not yet fully healed, with traces of blood seeping out.

“Brother Shen, if you still consider me your brother, then don’t keep it from me anymore…”

……

After a while, Song Zhi Ning sat on the sofa at a distance. Meanwhile, Su Jing cried as she applied iodine to the wound on Shen Xing Yi's forearm. At Su Jing's urging, Shen Xing Yi recounted his situation.

Shen Xingyi did indeed suffer from depression, but he did not see a doctor; he diagnosed it himself.

Loss of appetite, insomnia, low mood... At first, Shen Xingyi didn't pay much attention. Later, when he experienced hallucinations and auditory hallucinations for the first time and engaged in self-harm, Shen Xingyi realized that he might have depression.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Su Jing asked, her face streaked with tears.

Shen Xingyi remained silent. Why didn't he tell him? Perhaps he didn't want Su Jing, his only brother who cared about him, to worry. Or perhaps he was trapped in the mire and powerless to help himself, so he gave up struggling and thought that it would be better to just sink into despair and be dragged down with him.

Since the beginning of this year, he has felt increasingly exhausted, both physically and spiritually. He is about to reach his limit.

Today, thinking of Xiao Jing, he finally managed to pull himself together. Having not eaten for two days, he planned to go to the kitchen to make a bowl of tomato and egg noodles. But at that moment, he experienced hallucinations and auditory hallucinations. It seemed as if everyone around him was attacking and cursing him. They were all saying: "Shen Xingyi, a person like you doesn't deserve to live in this world. You should die."

Shen Xingyi struggled in vain, which ultimately led to the scene that Su Jing and Song Zhi Ning saw when they entered.

“…Xiao Jing, I’m sorry, I made you worry.” Shen Xingyi reached out, took a tissue, and gently wiped away Su Jing’s tears. “Don’t cry.”

Su Jing took the tissue, wiped her face haphazardly, stood up, put the first-aid kit away, and said, "I won't cry, Brother Shen. Actually, it's not just me who has always trusted you. This Miss Song Zhi Ning and her friends are also here. Brother Shen, Miss Song has brought some evidence. As long as we release this evidence, we can clear your name."

"Assistant Su, show the evidence to Brother Shen. I'll go make him a new bowl of noodles," Song Zhi Ning suggested.

She felt that Shen Xingyi felt safer with Su Jing at this time. Considering that Shen Xingyi hadn't eaten for two days, even if he couldn't eat, he still needed to eat something to replenish his energy.

"Okay, Miss Song, please make more, the three of us can eat together."

"Row."

……

Shen Xingyi, who hadn't held out much hope, stood there stunned after reading all the evidence.

He hadn't expected the evidence to be so complete. Xiao Jing was right; if it was released properly, it could indeed clear his name.

But Shen Xingyi also knew how difficult it would be to obtain this evidence.

They must be people who truly care about him to go to such lengths to bring him all this.

Shen Xingyi looked up at the girl who came out carrying the noodle soup. His eyes reddened, and his heart softened. It turned out that there were still some people who trusted him and made silent efforts to help him.

At this moment, Shen Xingyi, who had been powerless and given up struggling in the mud, was suddenly injected with strength.

(End of this chapter)