Chapter 054
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In order not to disrupt the game, Song Lang was carried to the locker room.
The coach quickly adjusted the lineup, bringing on Meng Fanxing and another substitute player to replace Gu Fengkai, who was secretly causing trouble.
As the chief writer of the school newspaper of No. 5 Middle School, Shen Zhifei should have watched the whole game, but he threw his work ID around his neck to Xiao Xi next to him and accompanied the injured player from No. 18 Middle School to the locker room to wait for the school doctor without saying a word.
This puzzled many students at the same school.
What's wrong with their aloof beauty today? He's the first to rush to the injured enemy's handsome guy. Isn't that overly excited and inconsistent with his status and position?
Some girls with wildly imaginative minds had already conjured up a captivating and dramatic BL (Boys' Love) story the instant Shen Zhifei rushed over.
Xiao Xi is a good kid, and he dutifully clarified the rumors: "Brother Song is Zhifei's older brother. It's normal for him to be concerned and nervous. Please don't make wild guesses."
As a result, everyone's interest in these two incredibly good-looking brothers grew even stronger.
Meanwhile, the protagonist at the center of the gossip was nestled in the arms of another protagonist, his face covered in cold sweat, his teeth clenched. With a crisp "snap," he finally couldn't help but tense up and let out a muffled groan.
Shen Zhifei gently rubbed the top of his head, feeling extremely distressed.
"If it hurts, just yell out, it's okay."
"It's nothing, this little injury is nothing."
Song Lang gripped his fair wrist tightly, his nails digging into his skin in pain, but he still looked up and grinned at Shen Zhifei.
“Okay, the bone is back in place,” the school doctor clapped his hands, stood up, and said, “But you still need to come with me to the school clinic. It’s best to have your ankle in a cast for half a month.”
"Huh? Is that alright?" Song Lang lay in Shen Zhifei's arms, raised his right leg to look at his foot, which had returned to normal. "It's much better now than before, and it doesn't seem to hurt as much."
“It looks like a minor problem, but if it’s not handled properly, you might sprain your ankle frequently in the future,” the school doctor said to Shen Zhifei, gesturing with his chin. “Help him to the infirmary, and don’t let him put weight on his right foot yet.”
"There's no need to scare people like that..."
Song Lang muttered under his breath. The school doctor, who was in a hurry to watch the game, said, "Whether you put on a cast or not is up to you. You're still young. If your bones grow crooked and your foot hurts, don't blame me."
“Hit him,” Shen Zhifei pressed Song Lang’s lips and said to the school doctor, “Teacher, I’ll take him there right away. Thank you for your help.”
"Alright, you guys go to the infirmary and wait for me. I'll just take a quick look outside and be right back," the school doctor said, turning to go outside to watch the competition.
The lingering pain from the bone setting was still there. Song Lang slid down the bench, resting his head on Shen Zhifei's lap, refusing to get up. "I think I'd better not go. It's really not a big problem. Don't listen to him trying to scare people."
"We have to fight, just in case." Shen Zhifei wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked around to his front and bent down slightly. "Get on, I'll carry you."
"Then I'll just hop there. I'm too heavy, and I'm covered in sweat..."
"Come on up," Shen Zhifei turned his head to glance at him, lowering his voice to a very low level, which inexplicably exuded a chilling melancholy, "or I'll fuck you to death right here."
Song Lang was taken aback for a moment, then silently climbed onto his back. His body suddenly felt lighter, and he quickly wrapped his arms around Shen Zhifei's slender white neck, his chest pressed tightly against his back, his heart pounding a little.
The child he had always protected since childhood had grown up and transformed into his guardian.
Song Lang tightened his arms, leaned close to Shen Zhifei's ear, and before they left the dressing room, he held Shen Zhifei's cheek with one hand, tilted his head and kissed the corner of his lips, whispering, "Brother, it doesn't hurt anymore, don't worry unnecessarily."
"Song Lang, how are you?" A female voice came from the doorway, startling Song Lang so much that he quickly shrank back, his back instantly breaking out in a cold sweat.
The two looked in the direction of the sound, and Shen Zhifei's face was even more gloomy than before.
It's Anjou.
She came today as a cheerleader for No. 18 Middle School.
While they were just filling in the numbers, they saw that Song Lang was injured and their hearts were in their throats. They wanted to rush to see him as soon as possible, but Gu Fengkai stopped them outside and lingered for a while.
Song Lang lay on Shen Zhifei's back, unsure whether An Ru, who was five steps away, had seen him kissing Shen Zhifei, and his heart was pounding with anxiety.
"Ah... what brings you here?" His voice sounded very unnatural.
"Let me see your injury," An Ru walked over and grasped Song Lang's hand that was resting on Shen Zhifei's chest. Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears, making her look exceptionally moving. "It's all because of me... If it weren't for me, Gu Fengkai wouldn't have picked on you time and time again."
Song Lang breathed a sigh of relief; judging from her reaction, she probably hadn't seen it.
Shen Zhifei glanced down at their clasped hands, his expression growing even colder, his eyes seemingly frozen in ice.
"Excuse me, thank you."
His voice was cold and clear. Before Anru could react, he carried Song Lang on his back and strode out of the dressing room.
After walking quite a distance and seeing that Anru hadn't chased after him, Song Lang finally lay down with a sigh of relief: "That scared me to death! Luckily, I reacted quickly, otherwise it would have been troublesome if she had seen me."
Shen Zhifei didn't say anything, but placed his hands on Song Lang's thighs and lifted him up to prevent him from sliding down.
"Are you tired? Why don't you let me get down and help me?" Song Lang asked, but Shen Zhifei remained silent.
The infirmary was empty. Shen Zhifei put him on a single bed, kicked the door shut with his long legs, and kissed him without saying a word.
Intense and passionate, even tinged with a subtle hint of anger.
"Holy crap! Are you crazy?"
Song Lang pushed him away as if startled, his lip bitten and bleeding, the smell of blood spreading between his teeth.
He glared at Shen Zhifei, who was breathing unsteadily by the bedside, and muttered angrily, "Damn it, the window is still open. Are you looking for death?"
Shen Zhifei's eyes held a storm brewing, and his brows were furrowed with lightning. He stared at Song Lang with an expression of sinister ruthlessness that the other had never seen before.