Just then, his phone rang in his pocket. He took it out and saw it was a text message from an unknown number.
[Honey, how was your first day of school?]
Song Lang spat out a mouthful of blood, his face half-swollen and red, and replied, "It's terrible, I got a glorious injury on the first day."
He received a reply immediately.
What happened? How serious is it?
Song Lang typed a few words, then impatiently deleted them and rewrote: "It's a bit complicated. Add me on WeChat and I'll explain it to you via voice message."
Chapter 039
Shen Zhifei was in physics class when he received the text message.
The teacher was writing furiously on the blackboard, and the students next to him were also taking notes diligently. He took his phone out of his desk, flipped to the cover of his physics textbook, took a picture to use as his profile picture, quickly registered a WeChat account, and added Song Lang as a friend.
The moment the system notified him of the success, Song Lang's message came in.
[Song Lang] Holy crap!
[Song Lang] Are you a devil? Your profile picture is so hardcore!
[Song Lang] Is this a newly registered alt account? There's nothing on your Moments.
Shen Zhifei was worried about his injury, so she used a simple nickname to bring the topic back.
What exactly happened? [F]
Song Lang glanced back at the crowd of people packed three layers deep on the other side of the playground, sighed, and pressed the voice button to summarize the key points of today's events.
Each voice message cannot exceed one minute, so he sent three in a row, feeling increasingly frustrated as he spoke.
That slap came so suddenly; the swelling on my face was secondary. The real problem was that the force of the blow chipped a small piece of my tooth inside my mouth, making it difficult to speak, and blood was seeping out when I spoke quickly. If I had been stabbed in the chest, I could have easily starred in a TV drama.
Shen Zhifei plugged in the earphones, glanced at them, and quickly put the right one into his ear, using one hand to support his head as cover.
Song Lang's voice sounded slightly muffled than usual, and he occasionally let out a painful "hissing" sound. Shen Zhifei felt very distressed, and his brows furrowed more and more tightly.
"Okay, Zhifei, come up here and solve this problem for everyone."
The physics teacher suddenly called roll, but Shen Zhifei didn't hear it. Xiao Xi, who was sitting behind him, kicked his chair.
"Zhifei? Can you share your thoughts on this question?" The physics teacher was kind and approachable, and even when he noticed Shen Zhifei was daydreaming, he still smiled warmly.
Shen Zhifei put her phone in her desk and got up to walk to the podium, but accidentally pulled off her earphone cord. Just as Song Lang finished his third voice message, the next message was automatically played, and it was played through the speaker.
"What a fucking mess! A perfectly good class turned into this crap!"
All 30 students in the class turned their gazes to Shen Zhifei. The physics teacher's smile gradually froze, and a thick layer of awkwardness enveloped the entire rooftop of the teaching building.
Song Lang was unaware of the huge commotion his follow-up comment had caused at No. 5 Middle School, just two streets away. After waiting for a long time without receiving a reply from F, he could only put his phone away and head back to check on the situation.
Halfway there, Meng Fanxing walked towards them, her expression similar to Anru's hesitant one from that morning.
Song Lang felt a headache coming on just looking at it.
However, having been brothers for so many years, he knew Meng Fanxing's inability to hold back. Sure enough, in less than five seconds, Meng Fanxing spoke up: "Dalang, we're best buddies, don't steal my goddess, okay?"
“There’s really nothing between us,” Song Lang said bluntly, annoyed. “She knows I’m gay.”
"Oh, she knows you're gay." Meng Fanxing repeated mechanically, her expression suddenly becoming complicated, her mouth agape as if she could fit an egg in it. "Gay? What gay? When did you become gay? Ugh—"
Song Lang covered his mouth, kicked his ankle, and said, "If you keep talking louder, do you want me to get you a megaphone to broadcast your message?"
Meng Fanxing patted his iron wrist, blinked hard, and, ignoring the pain in her ankle after regaining her life, grabbed Song Lang's hand, her face full of heartache: "What happened, brother? How did it suddenly become bent? Are you sure it's really bent? Is it still straight...?"
"Shut up, okay?" Song Lang gestured with his chin towards the other end of the playground. "How's it going?"
"Hao Wei was just escorted back by me, and a lock of her hair was pulled out. It broke my heart," Meng Fanxing said.
"Then why don't you stay with her? Why are you looking for me?"
Song Lang started walking towards the teaching building, with Meng Fanxing following beside him.
"She asked me to come see you. I was worried you'd steal my girlfriend," Meng Fanxing asked in a low voice. "You still haven't answered me. How come you're suddenly so sure you're gay? Are you really no longer interested in girls in that way?"
Song Lang wasn't sure if he still had feelings for girls, but he was certain that he had strong feelings for Shen Zhifei, a boy.
He didn't intend to explain further; he himself didn't understand it, so there was no way he could make Meng Fanxing understand.
"I'm bisexual, is that okay?"
“…Okay, as long as you don’t fall for me, anything is fine.” Meng Fanxing stopped there, put his arm around Song Lang’s shoulder, patted his chest and said, “Don’t worry, brother, I promise I’ll keep your secret.”
Song Lang glanced at him, expressing his doubt.
Meng Fanxing repeatedly assured him, "I will never talk about such important matters carelessly, otherwise I will never find a girlfriend in my life."
Song Lang chuckled and followed him into the teaching building to return to the classroom.
There were still two classes in the afternoon, and Anru's seat was empty. The latest news brought back by the English class representative was that she had been taken to the homeroom teacher's office for a lecture, and it was said that her parents would also be called in.
Everyone was talking about it, which annoyed Song Lang. When the school bell rang and the teacher walked out of the classroom, he jumped onto the podium and slammed his hand on the table. Everyone stopped and looked over.