"The one... the only one I want... ugh, damn it, hurry up and hurry up..."
"continue."
"The only one I want to make love with...mmm...damn, baby, you're so good at this, give me another suck..."
Song Lang threw away the examination report, pressed one hand on the back of Shen Zhifei's head, and stared at him with watery eyes.
Just as he was panting and about to call him, Shen Zhifei suddenly stood up and covered Song Lang's mouth with one hand.
"Mmm..."
"Shhh."
Shen Zhifei pulled him into her arms, and then there was a knock on the door.
"Big brother? Shen Zhifei? Are you there?" It was Xiao Xi's voice.
"Damn it!"
Song Lang's heart raced instantly, and he tightly embraced Shen Zhifei, releasing himself from her grasp.
Shen Zhifei patted his trembling back reassuringly and replied loudly, "Yes, just a moment."
"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that my homeroom teacher asked me to make this trip, and I didn't tell him that my older brother was there."
Xiao Xi confessed the truth very sincerely and obediently waited outside the door.
"Thanks."
Shen Zhifei wiped the things clean with a tissue, and Song Lang's face turned as red as a boiled shrimp. He hurriedly jumped off the table to straighten his pants.
"Then, then I'm leaving."
Song Lang rushed out of the dormitory in a panic, almost breaking the lock in the process.
Xiao Xi was startled by the commotion. Seeing the complicated expression on his face, he couldn't help but feel nervous.
"Big brother, what's wrong?"
"It's okay, goodbye."
Song Lang tried to run away, but Shen Zhifei chased after him and shoved two pages of his self-criticism into his hand.
"34 errors on the first page, 15 on the second page. Remember to correct them. I'll check them when I get home."
"Get out, get out, get out!"
The letter was burning hot, so Song Lang turned and ran out of the dormitory building.
Xiao Xi peeked into the dormitory and saw books scattered all over the floor, which made him shudder.
The eldest brother is indeed the eldest brother; he can be so self-righteous even if he doesn't like studying.
Song Lang ran all the way back to his school and made it to his English class just as the bell rang.
He was still wearing Shen Zhifei's school uniform. As soon as he entered, the English teacher joked, "Did our Song Lang go to the school next door for further studies?"
The classroom erupted in laughter. Song Lang quickly took off his school uniform and stuffed it into his desk, staring blankly at the blackboard.
What echoed in his mind was Shen Zhifei's hoarse voice explaining the difference between the usage of "that" and "which".
Song Lang quietly took out the crumpled examination report, his ears burning, and buried his head in copying it, correcting all the grammatical errors that Shen Zhifei had pointed out.
He said he would work hard, and he can't just talk the talk.
He needed to put Shen Zhifei at ease.
Although improving grades is not something that can be achieved overnight, Song Lang's change in attitude is quite obvious.
Even if Zhou Sen dribbles the basketball around in front of him like a monkey, he can still say without looking up, "I'll go after I finish this problem."
"Tsk tsk tsk, incredible! Which little vixen has bewitched our Brother Lang? He won't even touch a basketball."
Zhou Sen shook his head repeatedly.
Meng Fanxing said, "The little devil must be at No. 5 Middle School. Wasn't Dalang wearing someone else's school uniform and showing off last time?"
“Oh my, Brother Meng’s guess makes sense. Shall we go to No. 5 Middle School and look for that little vixen?” Zhou Sen started offering bad advice.
“Oh, Brother Zhou, you understand my thoughts perfectly. I had the same idea.”
Just as Meng Fanxing was about to put her arm around Zhou Sen's shoulder, Song Lang punched her in the chest.
"If you two are so bored, why don't you just go and die?"
Song Lang grabbed his coat and led the way toward the gymnasium. The weather was getting colder and colder, and he wondered if Fei Fei's blanket at school was thick enough.
"Hey, let's get down to business. I heard that our school and No. 5 Middle School will have an inter-school basketball friendly match next spring. This is a great opportunity to infiltrate No. 5 Middle School and find high-quality girls."
Zhou Senhuang was behind him, dribbling the ball as he spoke.
Meng Fanxing rolled her eyes at him and said, "What about your junior high school crush? Did you give up on her?"
“Sigh, we broke up. After we got together, we found that our values didn’t align,” Zhou Sen said. “Take her birthday for example. I planned something really romantic for her, with candles all over the floor, and I knelt in the middle to say happy birthday to her. She actually said I was tacky.”
Song Lang, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped and turned around.
Zhou Sen was puzzled by his gaze: "What? You think I'm unsophisticated too? Isn't that how it's portrayed on TV?"