"Sigh, it seems I'm the only one with nothing to do at home." Song Lang said dejectedly, feeling incredibly bored being alone at home on the weekend.
“Son, you’re quite self-aware; that’s an improvement.” Shen Lingyu beckoned to him, “Come here.”
"What's wrong?" Song Lang asked, confused. He walked over and was hugged tightly by his mother.
"Happy birthday in advance, son. Love you, bye-bye." Shen Lingyu turned her head and kissed her son on the cheek, then turned and left with her suitcase.
"Ugh, that's so cheesy." Song Lang chuckled, wiped his face, turned around, went back to his room, and snuggled into bed for a nap.
Shen Zhifei wasn't home, and he was bored by himself, so after waking up, he simply went out to find Meng Fanxing.
Hearing that his parents had gone on a business trip, Meng's parents warmly invited Song Lang to stay. The two families had a deep friendship, so Song Lang didn't refuse and comfortably became a freeloader.
However, he still had to go home on Friday because Shen Zhifei would have the day off.
He waited at the entrance of No. 5 Middle School early, but after waiting for a long time, he still didn't see Shen Zhifei.
Song Lang called his cell phone, but it took a long time for it to be answered.
"Hello." The voice was cold and indifferent.
"Feifei, where are you?" Song Lang held his phone between his ear and shoulder, rubbing his hands together. "It's too cold. Come out quickly, I'm waiting for you."
After a moment of silence, Shen Zhifei's voice reached my ears: "I'm not going back."
Song Lang was stunned: "Why?"
Shen Zhifei: "Final exams are coming up soon, we need to study on our own."
The underachievers don't quite understand the world of the high achievers: "You can study at home too, hurry up, stop dawdling."
"It's mandatory. Don't wait for me, go home quickly."
Shen Zhifei didn't give Song Lang another chance to speak and hung up the call.
Song Lang made a couple of complaints, then rode his mountain bike directly to Meng Fanxing's house.
Next Friday, the same thing will happen again.
The oblivious Song Lang finally realized something was wrong.
"Feifei, what's wrong with you? Why don't you want to come home? It's been half a month, don't you miss home?"
A faint electrical hum separated them into two worlds.
Song Lang waited for a long time without getting an answer, and his patience ran out.
"Wait."
He threw down two words, hung up the phone, locked his car at the school gate, took off his No. 18 Middle School uniform and stuffed it into his backpack, then walked into the school gate against the flow of people.
"Hey, wait a minute, what class are you in? Why aren't you wearing your school uniform?" The gatekeeper of No. 5 Middle School dutifully stopped Song Lang.
"I'm in the experimental class of the first year of high school. I left my homework in the classroom. I'll go back and get it." Song Lang lied with a straight face.
The security guard expressed his doubt: "I vaguely remember the freshmen in the experimental class, but you look unfamiliar."
Song Lang frowned and remained silent, thinking to himself that good schools are strictly managed, whereas his lousy school allowed students to come and go freely during class time without any supervision.
Song Lang didn't want to waste time, so he planned to go around to the side of the school and climb over the wall to get in.
Just then, he turned around and saw a familiar face. He grabbed the person's neck and showed it to the gatekeeper.
“This is my roommate. You can ask him if you don’t believe me.”
Song Lang tightened his grip on his arm, a forced smile on his face, and whispered in the bewildered bespectacled boy's ear, "Dude, Shen Zhifei's brother, remember him?"
How could I forget? He was a big shot in the underworld, someone you couldn't afford to mess with.
The boy with glasses nodded quickly, helping Song Lang get away with it.
"Is your experimental class very busy lately? You haven't had a break at all?" Song Lang, wearing his small glasses, walked against the flow of students leaving school towards the teaching building.
"No."
I was supposed to go home for vacation, but you kidnapped me to be your guide.
The boy with glasses didn't dare to say it directly, but could only silently complain in his heart.
Song Lang was even more puzzled. What was going on with Shen Zhifei not coming home for two weeks in a row?
Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in Song Lang's mind. He patted the man with glasses on the shoulder, startling him so much that his legs almost gave way and he knelt down before him.
"Why are you so agitated?" Song Lang glanced around to make sure no one was eavesdropping before whispering, "Tell me, have you noticed Fei Fei being quite close to a certain girl lately?"
The boy with glasses shook his head. Everyone in the grade knew that Shen Zhifei was a high-and-mighty flower, and no one would easily approach her to absorb the cold air.
"Is it that you don't know, or is it that you don't know?" Song Lang pressed.
After considering it for a moment, the boy with glasses chose to answer "I don't know".
Song Lang felt it was too much trouble and thought it would be better to just ask Shen Zhifei directly.
The experimental class for the first year of high school is on the fifth floor. The teaching building faces south, and there is a semi-enclosed corridor outside the classroom with stairs at both ends.
The boy with glasses stopped when he saw him downstairs, saying, "Brother, you'll find him on the fifth floor."
"Fine, you can go now. I owe you this favor."