It's probably because the incident with Gu Fengkai a few days ago spread throughout the school, further solidifying his reputation as a "campus bully".
Song Lang strolled into the classroom nonchalantly. Just as he was taking out the notebook of wrong questions that Shen Zhifei had compiled for him, Zhou Sen and Yu Mingtao hesitantly approached and dragged him to the rooftop.
"What's up?" Song Lang was feeling sleepy and yawned listlessly while leaning against the railing. "Spit it out, I need to go back and do my homework."
"Brother, you still have the mind to study?" Yu Mingtao handed him his phone. "Look at this post, everyone's talking about you and..."
He paused halfway through his sentence, then grabbed Yu Mingtao's shoulder and said, "You'll understand once you see it for yourself. What the hell is going on? This post has already been reposted and spread in several high school forums."
Song Lang rubbed his eyes, took the phone, and his expression grew increasingly grim.
It turned out that those people's gazes weren't out of fear, but rather they were looking at him like he was a pervert.
The post was extremely and sharply worded, filled with terms like "incest," "fucking ass," and "shameless," and the attached picture was the one Gu Fengkai had once patted on the chest and kissed.
Although the photo is blurry, those familiar with the subject will recognize him and Shen Zhifei at a glance.
"Just how much of a grudge do you have against that guy surnamed Gu? I heard he's in jail and might be sentenced. Is it true?" Zhou Sen said. "If he's really in jail, he'll definitely hate you to death. This post was definitely done by his gang. Don't worry, Xingzi and Muye have been contacting the moderators of various forums these past few days, trying to get the post removed as soon as possible."
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Yu Mingtao also offered a suggestion: "If we can find the original image, we can post a rebuttal to expose S's stupidity on the spot. That would be the best."
Song Lang returned the phone, shook his head, and left.
"Hey! Dalang, don't go! Don't you want to clarify this?" Zhou Sen asked anxiously from behind.
Song Lang stood at the top of the stairs and glanced back, a half-smile on his face: "It's true from the start, why bother clarifying?"
After saying that, he left his two petrified brothers behind and went back to the classroom.
He didn't know what was going on, but even though he hadn't slept all night and had been yawning a lot just now, he was unusually awake after coming back from the rooftop. He even covered the answers and got three math problems right in a row.
The whispers and probing gazes of those people reached his ears and fell upon him, but Song Lang didn't feel that uncomfortable.
He knew very well that he was not in a position to retaliate.
He was focused on working harder; only by catching up with Shen Zhifei could he better persuade his parents, whom he cared about most. As for others, he had no interest in them.
On the third day after returning to school, Song Lang was called to the office by his homeroom teacher. The teacher talked in circles for a long time, showing concern for him in this and that way. Although the words sounded somewhat irrelevant, Song Lang still grasped the key point: the teacher wanted him to transfer schools.
Looking at the homeroom teacher's fake smile, Song Lang suddenly felt disgusted. He turned around and left the office without saying a word, running out of the school.
He really wants to see Shen Zhifei right now.
But when he ran to the gate of No. 5 Middle School, he suddenly remembered that Shen Zhifei was recuperating at home and did not need to take the final exams.
That's fine.
He sat down against the base of the wall, idly flicking at the wild grass at his feet.
Once the summer vacation is over and the new semester for senior high school starts, this gossip craze will subside, and Feifei won't have to be gossiped about behind his back like he is now.
Shen Lingyu's worries were justified. Even if he didn't care, those mocking, inquisitive, and disdainful glances were still unpleasant.
He lingered outside the Fifth Middle School for a long time before going back to get his schoolbag and obediently standing at the school gate waiting for his father to pick him up and take him home.
He has been enjoying such generous treatment for the past few days.
As the car approached the residential area, Song Lang said quietly, "Everyone at school knows about this. My homeroom teacher wants me to transfer schools."
"Hmm." Song Lifeng drove the car into the garage, parked it, and turned off the engine before looking over. "What are you thinking?"
Song Lang remained silent. There were only so many schools in the city, and the posts had already spread far and wide. Even if Meng Fanxing had contacted them and deleted most of the posts, it wouldn't make a difference.
It's the same no matter where he goes.
"Let's go home first."
Song Lifeng rubbed his head, got out of the car to press the elevator button, and then after dinner, he handed Song Lang a printed flight itinerary.
"What's this?"
The departure time is 3:30 pm tomorrow, and the destination is a coastal city thousands of miles away.
"Going on vacation? I still have final exams to take."
Song Lang swung the itinerary in his hand, glanced at the people around the table, and saw Shen Lingyu propping her forehead with one hand, looking rather unwell.
"What's wrong? Everyone, say something."
He was a little anxious.
Song Lifeng said, "Only you and I will go. The company is setting up a branch there, and I will go to manage it. It's an opportunity. I'll help you with the transfer procedures during the summer vacation."
Shen Lingyu sighed, "Go there early to familiarize yourself with the environment. You'll be a senior in high school soon, so don't be too playful."
Song Lang looked at Shen Zhifei beside him, who kept his head down and remained silent.
"I'm not going." Song Lang slammed the itinerary back on the table. "I've said it before, I won't break up with Feifei. Take it or leave it! I—"
Shen Zhifei pressed down on his knees under the table, and Song Lang stopped rambling on, but he
I felt terrible; my face turned bright red, and my eyes were red too.
Shen Lingyu covered her face and silently shed tears.
Song Lifeng gently patted her back, sighed, and said to his eldest son, "This is the result of my discussion with Feifei."