Although they are not in the same class, they have the same teachers and the same homework assignments.
Meng Fanxing shook her head vigorously. "No way! My mom already told the homeroom teacher on the first day of school that if I hand in a blank paper, my mom will immediately take a taxi to school and beat me up. Do you believe me?"
Song Lang: "...Coward."
Meng Fanxing felt very wronged: "It's not easy for me, okay? Copying Xiao Fei's homework also requires thinking. You have to copy it well, make it unique, and not let the teacher notice any trace. It's really brain-burning."
Song Lang: "...Why not find someone of similar ability to copy? Why copy the homework of the top student in the whole school? Isn't that just asking for trouble?"
“You don’t understand,” Meng Fanxing said with a profound expression. “Besides the teachers, I’m the only one lucky enough to see Xiao Fei’s homework. It’s like a martial arts manual; who knows, maybe one day I’ll use Xiao Fei’s secret techniques to climb into the top ten of the school…”
“Wake up, bro,” Song Lang rolled his eyes speechlessly, “You should figure out who’s in the bottom ten first.”
"We're breaking off relations!"
The two joked and laughed all the way to the school gate. After parking and locking their bicycles, Meng Fanxing pulled Song Lang to the convenience store next door to buy snacks, where they bumped into Shen Zhifei.
Shen Zhifei slammed on the brakes, braced one leg on the ground, and called out to Song Lang in a clear voice, "Brother."
This was the first time Song Lang had heard this title in public. Previously, Shen Zhifei would only call him that in front of his parents.
Song Lang looked at him with a stern face, but his heart had already softened into a puddle of water.
Shen Zhifei parked the car, jogged over and stood in front of Song Lang. He was just up to Song Lang's nose, and with his head slightly lowered, Song Lang could see the whorl on the top of his head.
two.
Song Lang thought, "I've heard that people with two hair whorls are smarter."
"You didn't bring your milk." Shen Zhifei took a can of pure milk out of his pocket and handed it to him.
"Oh." Song Lang took it; the packaging was still warm.
"Remember to drink." Shen Zhifei looked up at him, then turned and walked towards the teaching building.
Meng Fanxing quickly nudged Song Lang's shoulder and whispered, "Aren't you going to take this opportunity to back down? I still need to borrow his homework later!"
Damn it, what a fake brotherhood.
This guy's only thought from beginning to end was copying homework.
Song Lang cleared his throat, about to shout "Feifei," when suddenly a figure flashed before his eyes and something was shoved into his hand.
Looking down, I saw a pink envelope.
"Oh my, it's only been a short time since school started, and people are already thinking about it?" Meng Fanxing teased, leaning over to gossip, "Let's see who wrote it? Hurry up, hurry up."
"Go away, you're everywhere." Song Lang folded the envelope and put it in his pocket, then he and Meng Fanxing pushed and shoved each other as they went to buy things.
When he stepped into the classroom as the preparatory bell rang, Shen Zhifei was writing famous quotes on the blackboard.
This was the homeroom teacher's requirement: to write a sentence on the edge of the blackboard every day, hoping to have a subtle influence on the students. However, no one really paid attention to what was written on it.
Five minutes before class started, the classroom was still noisy.
Song Lang slipped to his seat and piled all the brand-new books on the table, creating a small, tall stack.
Zhou Sen, who was sitting next to me, came over with shining eyes and asked with a grin, "Brother Lang, what good stuff do you have to share with me today? I already beat that game the day before yesterday."
"No, just keep an eye on the back door for me." Song Lang opened a book and held it up in front of him, then took the envelope out of his pocket.
This was the first time he had ever received a love letter.
Boys at this age are already experiencing the first stirrings of love. Knowing that someone has a crush on them, it's natural to feel a mix of curiosity and happiness. Who doesn't enjoy being loved?
The letter paper had a faint fragrance, and the handwriting was delicate and neat.
I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally casting my shadow on the waves of your heart.
You need not be surprised, nor need you be happy.
They vanished in an instant.
We met on the sea in the dark of night.
You have yours, I have mine, and we have ours;
It's fine if you remember, but it's best if you forget.
The light they shone upon each other at this meeting!
—Presented by Lin Qian, Class 1, Grade 1
Song Lang frowned more and more as he read the poem, not for any other reason than that the academically challenged student couldn't understand its meaning.
"Oh my, which beauty sent a love letter to our Brother Lang?" Zhou Sen whistled and snatched the letter away with a grin.
Song Lang quickly pulled at his arm, angrily saying, "Stop messing around, give it back to me."
"Don't be shy, I'll appreciate it." Zhou Sen jumped onto the stool, stood up straight, raised his arms, and began to read with a grin.
The whole class was immediately drawn to his loud and clear voice and turned to look at him.
Song Lang panicked, kicked over the stool, and rushed over to snatch the letter back.
Zhou Sen rubbed his shoulder where he had been bumped and laughed, "Brother Lang, you're something else, you've hooked up with a talented woman."
"Get lost, get lost, get lost," Song Lang flattened the letter, looked at its contents again, scratched his head, and asked, "Hey Zhou Sen, do you think this is a love letter?"