"Huh? What do you mean, Brother Lang?" Zhou Sen didn't quite understand.
“Look, the first sentence seems to mean that she likes me, but the more I read it, the more something seems off. What’s with ‘You have your way, I have mine,’ does that mean we’re not on the same path?”
"Uh, this is a bit profound." Zhou Sen leaned over the table and began to study the question word by word with him.
After studying it for a long time, I still couldn't figure it out.
Zhou Sen felt like a lot of his brain cells had died, and finally said, "Brother Lang, you should go ask the original author. Maybe that's exactly what they wanted to write—a contradiction—so you can ask them yourself."
He paused, then added, "By the way, I heard Lin Qian is the class beauty of Class 1, she's really pretty."
Song Lang casually gave an "oh," thinking to himself that whether she was pretty or not was none of his business; he just wanted to figure out what those words meant.
As he was engrossed in studying the letter, a pale hand appeared before him and snatched the letter away.
"You motherfucker..." The curse was swallowed back instantly when he looked up and saw the person's face. Song Lang sat up straight, looking a bit like a child who had made a mistake and was waiting for punishment.
"The poem is titled 'By Chance,' written by Xu Zhimo." Shen Zhifei glanced at the signature on the letter, then returned it and walked to his seat.
Song Lang was completely bewildered: "Who is Xu Zhimo?"
Zhou Sen shook his head: "I don't know, is it from Class 1? Lin Qian would definitely know them."
The girl sitting in front of me, who had been listening intently to the entire conversation, burst into laughter. She tapped a couple of times on her phone and handed it to the two students behind her, giving them a lesson on Xu Zhimo.
As a result, their focus completely shifted: "You actually dared to bring your phone to school! Let us borrow it for a bit!"
Girl in front of me: ...
The class had four periods in the morning. After the bell rang for the end of the third period, the class erupted in chaos as everyone rushed out to the playground they had been longing for.
Is there anything more exciting than having PE as the last period of the year? Nothing!
In the past, Song Lang would have run away long ago, but today he was preoccupied and lingered in the classroom.
After wiping the blackboard, Shen Zhifei turned around and met Song Lang's gaze.
Song Lang hesitated, looking somewhat awkward.
Shen Zhifei returned to her seat, folded her school uniform jacket and put it in her desk, said to him, "Go to class," and walked out of the classroom first.
Song Lang was deflated. He locked the classroom door dejectedly before heading towards the playground.
After the routine roll call, the PE teacher announced that everyone was dismissed. The boys cheered and ran in groups of three or five to the basketball court, the soccer field, and the ping-pong tables.
Song Lang was dragged to the basketball court by Zhou Sen, where many girls were sitting in the stands.
He said meaningfully, "Brother Lang, do your best. We're having PE class with Class 1 today."
Song Lang's eyes searched around the playground, and he absentmindedly hummed in agreement.
Zhou Sen laughed: "Don't bother looking, brother, I specifically asked around for you, look over there."
Following the direction of his finger, Song Lang saw a girl with a high ponytail wearing a white T-shirt. Zhou Sen said, "Her name is Lin Qian, and she's quite pretty."
Song Lang was speechless: "I'm looking for my brother."
"Him? I think I saw him heading towards the school gate just now." Zhou Sen leaped up to catch the basketball his classmate threw to him, then passed it to Song Lang. "Come on, let's team up for a game. Whoever loses treats."
"Then don't cry." Song Lang dribbled the ball under his legs twice, then made a cool jump shot. The basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air and went in cleanly.
"Holy crap," Zhou Sen gave him a thumbs up, "Awesome!"
On the basketball court, among a group of energetic boys, Song Lang stood out the most.
During this period, he was growing taller, increasing by 7 centimeters in six months, becoming the first to cross the 175cm mark, making him the tallest person in the group. In addition, he was good-looking, with his facial features already showing signs of handsomeness, so every time he made a tackle and scored a goal, he would be greeted with applause.
During halftime, Song Lang lifted the hem of his vest to wipe the sweat from his face. Just as he was about to ask Zhou Sen for some water, a bottle of mineral water appeared in front of him.
"Here you go." The girl, dressed in a clean and pure style, had a voice as clear and melodious as a spring. Song Lang had heard her name many times today—Lin Qian.
Seeing him standing there in a daze, Lin Qian, perhaps out of shyness, shoved the water into his hand and ran back to the stands amidst a chorus of cheering whistles.
Song Lang was extremely thirsty, so he raised his water bottle towards the stands as a thank you, then unscrewed the cap and gulped down the water.
This action excited the friends sitting next to Lin Qian, who all said, "There's potential!" Lin Qian tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, smiled silently, and looked towards the basketball court.
At the start of the second half, Song Lang scored goals one after another as if he were on fire, making Zhou Sen so anxious that he turned red-eyed like a rabbit.
"Brother Lang, give your brother some face! The girl I like is in the stands! I've been chasing her since fifth grade!" Zhou Sen said in a low voice, his arm outstretched to shield Song Lang.
"There are no fathers and sons on the court." Song Lang turned to the side and pretended to bump Zhou Sen away with his shoulder. Before the other party could react, he turned around and took a beautiful step back, dribbling the ball around Zhou Sen to reach the three-point line.
Jump, shoot, it goes in... Ah, the ball spins around the rim a few times and bounces out.
Zhou Sen immediately directed his team to take possession of the ball and carry it to the other half of the field. As he ran past Song Lang, he saw that Song Lang was staring motionless in the direction of the stands.
He immediately smiled; it seems the charm of a beautiful woman is indeed great.
As Lin Qian was intently watching the figure running on the court, someone suddenly stood in front of her, blocking her view.
She looked up and met a pair of clear, cool eyes.
"Uh, I'm sorry," Lin Qian said politely, "you're blocking my way."
Shen Zhifei bent down and placed the book he was holding next to her, along with a glass of juice. "This is for you."
Lin Qian was quite surprised. She looked down at the book cover, which read "Love Notes for Mei".