This was a gift from Shen Zhifei; if it were anyone else, he would definitely have thought it was a blatant irony.
He touched it, the pen twirled between his fingers twice, and then fell onto him.
Song Lang asked, "It's great, how much does it cost?"
Shen Zhifei said, "I'm glad you like it. I hope you can get two more points when you use it in the exam."
Song Lang: "..."
There was no way to continue the conversation that day. Song Lang put away his pen, got up, yawned, and walked towards his room: "Going to sleep, I'm so sleepy."
Shen Zhifei followed behind him, their room doors next to each other, one to the left and the other to the right.
Song Lang walked into the room and then suddenly came out. "Feifei," he scratched his head, waved the pen in his hand at Shen Zhifei who was looking over, and said awkwardly, "Um... thanks, Happy New Year."
A smile spread across Shen Zhifei's face as she said "Goodnight" to him.
Song Lang quickly closed the door, leaned against the door panel, stared blankly at the pen for a long time, and then opened the first drawer of his desk, placing it together with his favorite Taekwondo belts from over the years.
As usual, he would check his phone for a while before bed, but the first thing that popped into his view after unlocking the screen was that anonymous text message. Song Lang felt flustered and confused, and after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out whether it was a prank or someone was really watching him.
In the end, he concluded that it might have been sent by mistake, and he couldn't be guilty.
So he deleted the text message and went to sleep, only to be woken up by his phone under his pillow at 9 a.m. the next day.
Meng Fanxing called him excitedly, rambling on and on about a lot of pointless nonsense. Song Lang put his phone next to his pillow, turned over, and went back to sleep.
"Hello? Hello!" Meng Fanxing raised her voice and shouted into the phone, "Da Lang, are you dead?! Speak up!"
Song Lang sighed, frowned, and rolled over again, saying lazily, "Spit it out."
"Damn it!" Meng Fanxing said, "I spent so much time rambling on to you, and it was all for nothing. I wasted my breath."
Song Lang snorted and tapped his phone with a finger sticking out from under the covers, signaling him to stop dawdling.
Meng Fanxing was concise this time, summarizing it in one sentence: "I want to pursue Hao Wei, help me ask Xiao Fei to go to the movies."
Upon hearing that it concerned Shen Zhifei, Song Lang rubbed his eyes and woke up. He lay flat and put the phone to his ear, saying, "What do these two things have to do with each other?"
“Damn, I knew you weren’t listening,” Meng Fanxing said. “I asked Hao Wei to come out on the ninth day of the lunar new year, and she said she had one condition: she had to bring her best friend. Her best friend also had a wish: she wanted me to bring Xiao Fei’s brother.”
"No, how did her best friend know about Feifei? It's you again, you big mouth..."
"It really has nothing to do with me," Meng Fanxing protested, feeling wronged. "Didn't Xiao Fei come to the school to see you on your birthday? They must have seen you and fallen in love at first sight. They didn't have your contact information and didn't dare to tell you, so they could only ask me to arrange a meeting, but I didn't dare to either..."
Song Lang scoffed, "Tell them it's hopeless."
Meng Fanxing was almost in tears: "No! Aren't we brothers? For the sake of my love, can you make an exception? It's just a movie, maybe a meal, I'll take care of the rest for Xiao Fei!"
Song Lang said firmly, "No means no. Fei Fei doesn't like this kind of thing. Besides, how old are you? What are you talking about dating?"
"Damn it, you're just jealous of others' happiness after your own breakup!" Meng Fanxing said. "If you won't go and talk to him for me, I'll just go and ask him myself. We were teacher and student after all, and considering how much homework I copied from him, he won't just stand by and watch me die."
"You still have the nerve to say you copied homework? Is there anything else? If not, I'm hanging up. You can't even have a moment's peace during the New Year."
Song Lang didn't give him any face and abruptly ended the call.
Meng Fanxing was not giving up and sent another text message, recounting the big and small things that the two of them had gone through together over the years, from running laps together as punishment in the past to sharing their confusion about their sexuality now.
Each and every one of these incidents, each word brimming with tears, each sentence a lament of the plight of the victim.
Song Lang deeply regretted telling Meng Fanxing everything in his panic that night.
Although this guy doesn't know that the boy he was touching is Shen Zhifei, he's been trying to get information out of him lately, and today he even brought it up directly. It's really annoying.
To get rid of him, Song Lang replied: If you say another word, it's all over.
The world immediately fell silent.
As Song Lang yawned, he scrolled through unread messages. When he saw the anonymous text message this time, his jaw nearly dislocated.
I really want to fuck you and cum under the starry night sky. The way you ejaculate will definitely be more beautiful than last night's fireworks.
Holy crap!
Song Lang sat up abruptly from the covers, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the number that sent the message. Although the message from last night had been deleted, he was certain it was the same number.
His conclusion before going to sleep was overturned; these two text messages were aimed at him.
He suppressed his excited and complicated emotions, dialed the number back, and the phone rang for a long time before hanging up automatically without being answered.
I dialed again, and got the same result.
He took a deep breath, brought up the text message interface, and replied in as calm a tone as possible: "My friend, do you know who you sent the text message to? It's embarrassing to send the wrong message."
He received a reply shortly afterward.
[This is all about you, Song Lang.]
Song Lang's eyelids twitched, and he was a little hesitant to recognize his own name.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Shen Zhifei called out to him from outside, "Brother? Are you awake? Come out and get something to eat."
"Okay, coming right away!"
Song Lang got dressed and got out of bed, replying to the text message as he walked outside: Who are you? Don't give me that.
He came to the living room, where Shen Zhifei had toasted the bread slices, plated them, and brought them over, saying, "The milk is still hot, brother, wait a moment."