Song Lang grabbed Gu Fengkai's hair, his hand covered in hairspray. He pressed Gu Fengkai's arm down with his thigh, while repeatedly slapping Gu Fengkai's chin with his other hand, muttering, "You fucking scum! I'll teach you to mess around! And kiss me like that! You stupid idiot! You deadbeat!"
Four or five people rushed up to pull him away, but they couldn't separate them.
Even after being punched in the back, he held onto Gu Fengkai's hair tightly and refused to let go. Seeing his desperate stance, someone panicked.
Just when they didn't know what to do, a classmate happened to pass by this secluded place and saw red marks on the ground that looked like bloodstains. He immediately ran back to find the teacher.
Before long, the people who had been fighting stood in the Academic Affairs Office. Song Lang and Gu Fengkai both had bruises on their faces, but they still looked menacing, with a fierce look in their eyes.
When the head of the teaching department asked what happened, no one was willing to speak. Asking a teacher to solve a problem was something only elementary school students would do.
"Fine, you won't tell, huh! Call your parents!" The head of student affairs slammed his hand on the table and angrily called each parent in turn.
Even so, no one was willing to speak up.
When asked who started the fight, Gu Fengkai and his group finally reacted, pointing at Song Lang in unison. Song Lang glanced at them expressionlessly, and the timid ones immediately shrank back.
Shen Lingyu was on a business trip when she received the call. Upon hearing that Song Lang had been fighting at school, her first question was, "Was Song Lang injured?" This almost infuriated the head of the teaching department.
Hearing that she and her husband were both busy and couldn't get away, the head teacher gave her a long lecture on the phone. Song Lang felt very uncomfortable, and the resentment emanating from him was frighteningly strong.
In the end, the school gave Gu Fengkai and his gang members a serious warning, Song Lang received a major demerit, and posted the notice on the school bulletin board for a month.
Song Lang became famous overnight. When people heard that he had taken on seven opponents at once and humiliated Gu Fengkai, they would avoid him.
It felt like he was back in junior high school, when he inexplicably became a bully that everyone feared.
However, back then it was because he did a good deed that he was misunderstood. This time, he really wanted to kick Gu Fengkai into the wall so that he couldn't be pried out.
"Hey Da Lang, what's wrong with you?" Meng Fanxing sat in the back seat, her long legs spread apart, her feet stomping on the ground, clutching Song Lang's clothes at the waist. "It's one thing to not come home every day, but can't you just avoid that guy surnamed Gu when you see him?"
Song Lang didn't say anything, but just pedaled the bike even faster.
Meng Fanxing patted his waist and said, "Hey, ride slower, my shoes are new, don't wear out the soles!"
"Stop talking so much nonsense, hold on tight, or you'll fall and then shut up." Song Lang rode even faster, his hair being whipped by the wind.
Meng Fanxing put her feet up and brought the topic back: "If you ask me, you're just stupid. If you really can't stand him, wait until after your last exam tomorrow and go wait for him outside the school."
Song Lang rode his bike to a windy spot, and Meng Fanxing was hit by a blast of cold air, almost fainting.
"Damn it, I'm giving you advice, can't you at least give me a heads-up beforehand?"
Song Lang snorted and rode towards his home.
Meng Fanxing recovered and continued, "Once winter break starts, the school won't care who fights with whom. You can beat him up however you want."
“You make it sound so easy,” Song Lang said, turning his head to him. “Gu Gou’s paws are practically poking me in the face, how the hell am I supposed to stand for that?”
“Yes, you’re stubborn and dare to stand up to others,” Meng Fanxing sighed, “but what about now? You’ve gotten yourself into trouble and even received a disciplinary action. Isn’t that a loss?”
“I was in a bad mood that day. Since he was walking right into my line of fire, I just killed him.”
"Tsk tsk tsk, young people, impulsiveness is the devil! Holy crap—!"
Amidst the screeching of the bicycle's brakes, Meng Fanxing was propelled forward by inertia and collided head-on with Song Lang.
Song Lang supported himself on one leg, his back straight like an indestructible city wall.
Meng Fanxing poked him, "What are you doing!"
Song Lang remained motionless.
Meng Fanxing stood up, grumbling, put her hands on Song Lang's shoulders, and craned her neck to see what had happened.
Then they saw a boy chatting with Shen Zhifei at the entrance of the residential area. "Hey? Who's that? Do you know Dalang?"
"Go back now, the car is yours."
Song Lang strode directly towards that direction, causing the car to veer off course and nearly hit Meng Fanxing's foot.
When they were still ten meters away, Shen Zhifei saw Song Lang and couldn't take his eyes off him.
However, even though it had only been five days, he felt as if they had been separated for five years.
Seeing his gaze harden, Song Xianji chuckled and waved his hand in front of his eyes. Then, following his gaze, he turned his head and saw Song Lang standing coldly in front of him.
"Oh, what a coincidence, Brother Song lives here too," Song Xianji teased, not taking the conflict in the classroom that day to heart at all.
Song Lang, however, gave him a cold look, glanced at the mountain bike he was riding, and then looked at Shen Zhifei, waiting for an explanation.
Only when he stood closer did Shen Zhifei see the bruises on his face.
My heart clenched instantly.
What happened to your face?
Shen Zhifei took his bandaged hand in hers again, suppressing her deep worry, and asked as calmly as possible, "Is your hand injury serious?"
Song Lang didn't answer, but said in a cold tone, "Don't let anyone else touch my car, not even your boyfriend."
After saying that, he shook off Shen Zhifei's hand and strode into the residential area.
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