Er outete sich als schwul, nachdem er in einer Dating-Reality-Show mit einem heterosexuellen Mann aufgetreten war

Kapitel 53

« Je n'y vais pas. » Song朗 était toujours troublé par tous ces points d'interrogation dans les messages de vœux du Nouvel An, il ne voulait absolument pas rencontrer Meng Fanxing.

« Tu y vas malgré tout, dépêche-toi. » Shen Lingyu donna un ordre autoritaire, et Song朗 sortit de la maison à contrecœur.

Il avait fait une longue préparation mentale sur le chemin, mais quand il arriva chez Meng Fanxing, il découvrit que ce garçon était toujours resté à la campagne et ne rentrerait que quelques jours avant le début des cours.

Song Lang se dit en secret que ce crétin cherchait vraiment à l'éviter.

Et effectivement, après le début des cours, Meng Fanxing continua de l'éviter clairement. Avant, il avait au moins accepté de manger avec Song Lang, mais maintenant il s'éloignait de lui de trois hommes costauds, comme si ça ne suffisait pas pour ne pas être proche.

« Garçon, qu'est-ce que tu veux dire ? » Song朗 ne supportait plus, « Soit on se sépare, soit on se réconcilie vite, qu'est-ce que ce rapport distant et proche veut dire ? Je ne veux même pas sortir avec Meng Fanxing. »

« Je voulais te demander ce que tu veux dire ! » Meng Fanxing cria en retour, les dents serrées, comme s'il allait manger quelqu'un.

« Qu'est-ce que je t'ai fait ? » Song朗 se toucha lui-même, puis frappa sa poitrine, « C'est toi qui joues à la cache-cache comme un petit cochon qui se cache, pas moi. Qu'est-ce que tu veux exactement, dis-le moi clairement, je ne veux pas perdre mon temps avec toi. »

« Putain, Song Lang, tu es vraiment malade, c'est toi qui as cherché à se réconcilier en premier, oh, tu es excusé ? Tu trouves que tu as perdu la face ? Tu m'as envoyé ce message de vœux du Nouvel An si sarcastique, moi je suis tellement content que je voudrais te botter en l'air jusqu'à l'explosion ! »

Meng Fanxing avait retenu son souffle depuis deux ou trois mois, il n'avait pas eu l'occasion de plaisanter, et ses lèvres étaient un peu rouillées, il s'est mordu la langue et a froncé les sourcils de douleur.

Song朗 rit froidement : « Je cherchais à se réconcilier en premier ? Va te faire foutre, tu dis que je suis sarcastique, mais toi tu n'étais pas content non plus non plus ? »

« Bon, on n'a rien à se dire, au revoir. » Meng Fanxing se mit la main sur la joue, soufflant par la bouche et s'enfuit.

« Merde ! Arrête-toi ! » Song朗 le poursuivit à toutes jambes, Meng Fanxing courut contre le vent, les deux garçons étaient des comparses qui avaient déjà été punis de faire des tours de piste depuis l'école primaire, quand ils courent à mort, personne ne pouvait battre l'autre.

Ce jour-là, Meng Fanxing sentit qu'il avait perdu la moitié de sa vie, comme si ce qui le poursuivait derrière lui n'était pas Song Lang, mais un chien féroce.

Yu Mingtour se frotta le menton en regardant les deux imbéciles qui organisaient une course d'endurance inexplicable sur le terrain de sport, et pensa à voix basse : « Dasen, tu penses… est-ce qu'ils se sont réconciliés ? »

Zhou Sen said indifferently: "Who cares about them, anyway, both of them have to come to the inter-school basketball game."

The inter-school basketball game is scheduled for April. It is a friendly tournament jointly held by 34 high schools in the city in response to the call of quality education. Although it is billed as a "friendly match", it is said that the city basketball team will scout reserve players during the game. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for some people to showcase themselves, so this year's tournament can be regarded as exciting.

Song Lang, Meng Fanxing and Zhou Sen joined the school basketball team as early as their first year of high school, so they naturally participated in this competition.

It's just that a new player was空降 into the school team just before the game started, which made the three of them feel as disgusted as stepping on dog feces when going out.

The空降 player is none other than Gu Fengkai, who has a bitter feud with Song Lang.

"What are you doing here?" Zhou Sen asked angrily. Like Song Lang, he didn't have a good face towards this guy.

"Come to the team to play basketball instead of beating you?" Gu Fengkai replied in a casual manner, his provocative eyes staring unreservedly at Song Lang beside him.

They fought twice last year, and he didn't get the upper hand both times. He has always held a grudge, and this time he finally got the chance, and he will never make Song Lang's life easier.

The coach blew his whistle to signal them to continue training and get familiar with the new team members as soon as possible, but throughout the day Gu Fengkai deliberately targeted Song Lang every time, keeping crowding around him. His moves were dirty and clearly hostile. When Song Lang jumped up to dunk, Gu Fengkai slammed into his ribs hard, and the whole person fell off and landed next to the basketball hoop.

"Dalang!" Meng Fanxing shouted subconsciously. Seeing that Song Lang was okay, he turned around and grabbed Gu Fengkai's collar fiercely, raising his fist: "Are you out of your mind?!"

Gu Fengkai had no intention of fighting back at all, just smiled evilly: "Hit it. If you throw this punch, none of you will be able to participate in the league."

"Xingzi, let go!" Zhou Sen came over to persuade Meng Fanxing to leave: "It's not worth it for him."

Gu Fengkai smiled even more arrogantly, which made Meng Fanxing clench his joints so hard that they crackled, wishing he could poke his fingers into this man's eye sockets and scratch them repeatedly to vent his anger.

Song Lang leaned against the basketball hoop, covering his chest, and watched Gu Fengkai push through the crowd and walk over. He said coldly, "Trash."

"You think I'm trash, you can quit now." Gu Fengkai leaned over, almost pressing his face against his, and said in a low voice: "Let's be honest, I won't let you have a chance to get into the city basketball team."

In fact, Song Lang never had the intention of joining the city team. He just saw playing basketball as a hobby and never thought about turning professional, but Gu Fengkai's blatant provocative attitude made him unable to bear it. If he quit, wouldn't that be admitting defeat?

He stared closely at those eyes so close to him, suddenly exerted force, and slammed his forehead hard against Gu Fengkai's nose bridge: "Am I afraid of you, grandson!"

Gu Fengkai was hit so hard that he saw stars, and sat down on the ground: "Fuck you——"

Song Lang kicked him hard again. Seeing that the two were about to get into a fight, the basketball team members quickly stepped in to separate them.

The coach who had gone out to get a glass of water came back and saw the scene, quickly blew his whistle and shouted: "What's going on? What are you doing!"

The players who had gathered around shook their heads and waved their hands: "It's okay, it's okay, just messing around."

"Song Lang, wait for me, we'll meet on the court." Gu Fengkai dropped a harsh word, stood up, grabbed the basketball from Zhou Sen's hand, made a layup and scored a nothing-but-net shot, then left without looking back.

Zhou Sen was unhappy: "Coach, the game is in three days. A new player is空降 into the team, and he's not even a substitute. Isn't this a joke?"

The coach waved at him and said: "Don't worry about this, just train well and don't be affected. Anyway, the city team picks people based on their individual abilities, not the outcome of the game, and not through connections and other messy stuff."

He had ulterior motives, meaning he couldn't do anything about the空降 player. Even though the team members were unhappy, they had to swallow their anger.

"Look at all of you with long faces. Even if Gu Fengkai causes trouble, he won't mess with the school's honor. We all represent No. 18 High School, so don't overthink it."

"Tch, you must have misunderstood the character of the Gu guy, coach."

Facts have proved that Gu Fengkai's character is indeed as bad as mud.

In this league, No. 18 High School and No. 5 High School were competing for the last spot in the top eight. It was a critical moment of life and death, but Gu Fengkai played like a lone wolf and refused to cooperate with his teammates. Even if he really had to pass the ball, he would never pass it to Song Lang.

Song Lang could only get the ball through steals and rebounds. What should have been a 5v5 game turned into a difficult 4v6 situation because of Gu Fengkai.

"Fuck, this grandson is doing it on purpose! Is he an undercover agent for No. 5 High School, damn it!"

Meng Fanxing was on the bench, watching the game and feeling anxious.

Before he finished speaking, there was a chaos under the basket of No. 5 High School. The referee blew the whistle for a timeout, then waved to the sidelines to signal that someone was injured.

Meng Fanxing's heart skipped a beat, and he ran over as fast as he could. When he got there, Shen Zhifei was already in the center of the crowd, holding Song Lang in his arms, with one hand tightly pressing the sweat-soaked hair on Song Lang's head, and his gaze was coldly staring at Gu Fengkai beside him.

Gu Fengkai felt his back go cold from being stared at, and at the same time felt that this person who suddenly appeared looked familiar.

They seemed to have met somewhere before.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Meng Fanxing was so frightened by Song Lang's pale face that he forgot their seemingly cold war, and squatted down to ask: "Where are you hurt? Speak!"

"Can't you see with your own eyes?" Song Lang tightly gripped Shen Zhifei's hand, and his voice trembled uncontrollably when he gritted his teeth to speak.

Only then did Meng Fanxing notice that his foot was unnaturally twisted to one side, probably dislocated.

No one could explain exactly how he dislocated it, but Song Lang saw clearly.

It was Gu Fengkai who kicked him while he was landing after jumping up to grab a rebound. He tried to dodge when he saw it, but it was too late, and he took the blow hard, and the pain made him want to kill someone.

Shen Zhifei, who was sitting in the front row watching the game, rushed over immediately, and his eyes were clearly full of worry.

"It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't hurt, huh." Song Lang forced a smile, trying to reassure Shen Zhifei, but this only made the other person feel more distressed.

"Bear with it, the school doctor will be here soon." Shen Zhifei held his hand, and the same black wristbands on both their wrists were pressed tightly together, bright and obvious.

Meng Fanxing frowned, looking from one to the other, sighed softly, took off his thin coat and covered Song Lang, who was covered in sweat, and said meaningfully: "Be careful, the floor is cold, don't catch a cold again, damn it."

Chapter 054

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In order not to delay the continuation of the game, Song Lang was carried to the locker room.

The coach quickly adjusted the roster, letting Meng Fanxing and another substitute player take the field, and also replaced Gu Fengkai, who was secretly causing trouble.

Shen Zhifei, en tant que rédacteur en chef du journal scolaire du Cinquième Lycée, devait assister à tout le match, mais il jeta son badge de travail autour du cou à Xiao Xi à côté, et partit sans dire un mot pour accompagner le blessé du Dix-huitième Lycée vers le vestiaire pour attendre l'infirmière scolaire.

Cela a laissé beaucoup de camarades de son lycée perplexes.

Qu'est-il arrivé à leur fleur du high society aujourd'hui ? Quand le beau gars de l'équipe adverse a été blessé, il a été le premier à se précipiter vers lui, est-ce qu'il était trop excité, ce qui ne correspondait pas à sa position ?

Certaines filles aux idées folles ont déjà imaginé une histoire BL tortueuse et émouvante à la seconde où Shen Zhifei a couru vers lui.

Xiao Xi était un enfant obéissant, qui a fait son devoir pour démentir et expliquer : « Le frère Song est le frère biologique de camarade Zhifei, son inquiétude et son stress sont tout à fait normaux, ne devinez pas les choses absurdes. »

Par la suite, tout le monde a été encore plus intéressé par ces deux frères au visage exceptionnellement beau.

Alors que les protagonistes du rumeur s'enlisaient dans les bras de l'autre, le visage couvert de sueur froide, les dents serrées, et après un clic sec et net, il a enfin fini par tendre son corps et pousser un gémissement étouffé.

Shen Zhifei frotta son dessus de tête, visiblement affligé.

« Si ça fait mal, criez, ça n'a pas d'importance. »

« Ce n'est -- rien, ce petit coup ne vaut rien du tout. »