Why didn't I meet Zhifei when I was in the first year of junior high?! Why?!
[A true academic star, handsome, and most importantly, with a great physique—slim waist and long legs!]
[I want to know what the school heartthrob ate to grow up like this~ He was just a tiny, undeveloped bean sprout when he started junior high.]
[Good genes, I guess~ His older brother, Song Lang, is also tall and handsome.]
[Just a quick comment~ Why didn't Lang Ge get selected? He's not bad-looking at all →_→]
Song Lang has too much of a temper, I can't afford to mess with him, I still prefer gentle guys.
[Please, everyone upstairs, could you please blur out the name of this guy? If the person in question sees this, I'm definitely going to get beaten up! Trembling with fear]
[Feeling sorry for the poster for a second, haha]
...
Actually, Song Lang doesn't use Baidu Tieba and is unaware that his fame has spread throughout the entire school.
Even if he knew people were talking about him behind his back, he wouldn't necessarily beat them up.
The reason everyone was suddenly so afraid of him was because of something that happened outside the school gate that morning.
At that time, four or five people were behaving unreasonably and demanding money from a little boy wearing their school uniform on a path behind the school.
Song Lang couldn't stand it, so he threw his schoolbag to Meng Fanxing and rolled up his sleeves to go over there.
Upon closer inspection, hey, these are the same bastards I ran into at the internet cafe a while back!
Inspired by the incident where Shen Zhifei held a fruit knife to his neck, the blond-haired man now had a new weapon in his hand—a gleaming fruit knife.
The other group recognized him too. Two of the more timid ones took a few steps back and advised, "Brother Huang, let's retreat. This kid is a trained fighter."
Huang Mao refused. After his last trip back, he had learned his lesson and practiced his beating skills diligently. How could he back down?
After saying "Let's go together," he brandished his knife and charged at Song Lang.
This time, without Meng Fanxing holding them back and with fewer opponents, Song Lang took on five opponents single-handedly, leaving them stunned.
In less than ten minutes, three of them were clutching their stomachs and unable to get up, while a quick-thinking one ran away. The blond guy was in the worst shape; not only did he fail to hurt Song Lang with his knife, but he also cut himself twice.
There was a lot of blood at the scene, it looked a bit scary.
The robbed little boy hurriedly said "thank you" and ran away. After running a long distance, he looked back in panic, as if afraid that Song Lang would turn his gun on him.
Blood splattered on Song Lang's school uniform, and his white T-shirt underneath was also stained.
Meng Fanxing asked him if he wanted to go home and change his clothes, but Song Lang waved his hand dismissively: "Just leave it like this. There's a flag-raising ceremony later, and if I'm late, I'll have to write a self-criticism again."
And so, he swaggered into the school with his blood-stained clothes, and by nightfall he became the unspeakable school bully in the online forums.
He didn't find out about this until he graduated from junior high school, which he found quite amusing.
"Damn, so that's why everyone's been avoiding me these past two years. Now I know why."
Song Lang sat in the middle of a group of people, including his close classmates, who were having a meal together to celebrate their junior high school graduation.
"You guys don't even bother to clarify the facts for me. Have I ever been mean to you? And you call me a school bully?"
Everyone burst into laughter. Zhou Sen came over with a bottle of liquor, wanting to drink it with him.
"Get lost, you're underage." Song Lang refused the drink, instead putting his arm around Shen Zhifei's shoulder, poking his cheek, and laughing, "Feifei, you should thank me."
Shen Zhifei has grown taller in the past two years, and is now close to 185 cm. He always sits upright with his back straight. At this moment, Song Lang is hanging on him as if he has no bones.
"What?" His voice was cold and distant. In the past two years, he had received many love letters as the school's most handsome man, but none of them had ever caught his eye.
Behind his back, everyone called him "the flower on a high mountain".
In the entire school, Song Lang was the only one who could be so unabashedly close to him.
"Look, if it weren't for that misunderstanding the other day, the title of school heartthrob would definitely be mine, and all the girls would be mine too. You got a free ride, shouldn't you thank me?"
Song Lang joked in a carefree manner, but Shen Zhifei didn't laugh along. Instead, she lowered her eyes thoughtfully, seemingly lost in thought.
Song Lang persisted, hooking his arm around his neck and whispering in his ear, "Tell me the truth, are you still thinking about Lin Qian?"
Lin Qian transferred to another school in the first semester of her second year of junior high school. During that time, Shen Zhifei was always depressed and seemed to have something on his mind.
He suspected that his brother's increasingly cold and distant personality over the past two years, and even his deliberate distancing from him, was also because the girl he liked so much had left him.
Shen Zhifei shook his head: "No."
"Don't lie to me," Song Lang said with an "I knew it" look on his face, and whispered, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, why be hung up on just one?"
Shen Zhifei didn't explain; only he knew what was on his mind.
"Hey, aren't you two whispering to each other enough at home? Why are you still whispering in each other's ears during a dinner party?"
Someone invited them to drink together, but Shen Zhifei refused. No one forced him to drink, and in the end, everyone gave him a glass of juice to congratulate him on being admitted to the city's key high school—No. 5 Middle School.
Song Lang, Meng Fanxing, Zhou Sen, and a few others went to No. 18 Middle School, which was two streets away from No. 5 Middle School.
Although the distance wasn't too far, Shen Zhifei applied for a dormitory at No. 5 Middle School, so she no longer had to go to and from school with Song Lang every day.
"Hey, from now on we'll only be able to see each other once a week. I'll definitely miss you."
Although Song Lang said this, his eyes remained fixed on the game console screen.