"Please give me face today and don't mention this again here, and don't let Anru and Haowei hear about it. Everyone, go about your business. Thanks."
Although Song Lang earned the nickname "school bully" because of the fight before the New Year, his classmates all liked his loyal and cheerful personality and got along very well with him. As soon as he spoke, Zhou Sen, Meng Fanxing and his group responded instantly, and the others nodded and laughed along.
As Song Lang slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked toward the bike shed, his phone vibrated in his pocket.
It was F's reply.
【F】Sorry, honey, I was in the teacher's office just now.
【F】Does your face still hurt? When you get home, apply an ice pack to your face and apply a swelling-reducing ointment.
Song Lang sent a voice message saying: "How can it not hurt? Why don't you come over here and let me slap you?"
He unlocked the car and sent another voice message: Scared now? You coward.
[F] One day...
【F】Be careful while riding your bike, we'll talk when you get home.
Holy crap!
Song Lang looked back out of the bike shed and saw many students coming and going, eight out of ten of whom were looking down at their phones.
He felt a chill run down his spine and sent a voice message saying: "Don't fucking scare me, are you a perverted stalker?"
【F】I have your class schedule, baby, please be careful.
Song Lang finally breathed a sigh of relief. As for the other party calling him "baby" repeatedly, he was too lazy to correct or care anymore.
When he returned home, the huge room was empty. His parents had been busy flying around since the New Year, and Shen Zhifei was also staying at school and not going home. He was the only left-behind boy, feeling very lonely.
He was too lazy to order takeout, so he just made himself a cup of instant noodles, ate it, and then lay on the sofa watching TV and playing games.
In the heat of the gunfight in Pochinki, F's WeChat message popped up, asking if he had applied face cream to reduce the swelling. Song Lang had been shot in the head and collapsed to the ground, with no chance of being helped up again.
He cursed and quit the game, then opened the messages and saw the physics book icon, which made him even more annoyed.
[Song Lang] Can you change your profile picture? Seeing it only makes me more annoyed.
Two minutes later, the other party replied.
【F】Now?
Song Lang refreshed the page and nearly smashed his phone in his face.
The physics book was replaced with a silhouette of him, taken by Shen Zhifei while he was watching fireworks by the window during the Chinese New Year. Because he liked it, he posted it on his WeChat Moments.
[Song Lang] Damn, I forgot to block you on my WeChat Moments.
【F】Apply face mask; there are ice cubes at home.
Is it 【F】?
[Song Lang] No, I don't think so. I live alone, and the fridge is empty.
Look for 【F】, don't be lazy.
Song Lang clicked his tongue, thinking to himself that this person was just like his mother. He got up and opened the refrigerator, only to find two ice packs in the freezer section.
【F】I'm applying a face mask to reduce swelling. I'm going to the office. Please wait a moment.
This wait lasted for almost an hour.
The other party only appeared when Song Lang finished washing up and was about to play a couple of games in bed before going to sleep.
【F】 What is the baby doing? Did you put medicine on his face?
[Song Lang] Damn, you're disgusting.
[Song Lang] Can we have a normal chat, bro?
【F】Good.
【F】Let's talk about the person you like.
[Song Lang] ? ? What's there to talk about? ?
[F] Can you tell me what kind of person he is?
[F] I learned from him.
Song Lang turned off the light, crawled into bed, and lay on his side. The glow of his phone illuminated his handsome face, and the two small words "like" on the screen were reflected in his eyes, gradually seeping into his heart.
The person I like.
What I can't get out of my mind is Shen Zhifei's face.
【F】Hmm?
Song Lang edited and revised, writing for a long time but still didn't know how to describe it.
Shen Zhifei was always close to perfect in his mind, and anything he said seemed inadequate.
If I can't come up with a summary, I simply won't write it down.
[Song Lang] Why are you asking this? You can't beat me anyway.
Is it 【F】?