Song Lang flicked him on the forehead, "Watch your words."
Meng Fanxing rubbed her forehead and complained, "Big brother, we're in middle school now, can you stop treating him like a good boy and protecting him?"
Song Lang snorted but didn't say anything.
Meng Fanxing turned to Shen Zhifei and continued, "Let me interview you. What's wrong with you that you'd be willing to come to this lousy No. 8 Middle School with such a high score?"
Song Lang glanced over, he didn't understand either. Even if Shen Zhifei couldn't get into No. 1 Middle School, he could have gone to the neighboring No. 3 Middle School, a key school.
Shen Zhifei thought for a moment and said, "I'd rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix."
Meng Fanxing was speechless; he really didn't understand the thought process of a top student.
"Let's go." Song Lang put his hands in his pockets and went to find the classroom. The atmosphere was tense all the way. Shen Zhifei walked silently behind him, like a shadow.
Meng Fanxing was assigned to Class 3 next door. The classrooms were adjacent, and the two chatted in the corridor.
"What's wrong?" Meng Fanxing nudged his shoulder. "I could tell you were unhappy from the school gate."
"It's annoying." Song Lang glanced at the classroom, turned around, put his arm on the railing, and said, "I always feel uncomfortable being in the same class as Fei Fei."
Meng Fanxing understood: "Are you afraid he'll secretly tell your parents on you?"
"No, it's just that I feel his grades are too good. My grades are nothing compared to his, and I, as his older brother, feel a little embarrassed," Song Lang said. "Besides, Fei Fei isn't the kind of person you're describing."
However, in just half a month, he was proven wrong by his own words.
“He pulled the braids of the girl in front of him in class, stuck notes on her back, pretended to have a stomachache on Wednesday to skip math class, and almost got into a fight with someone over the basketball court during PE class on Friday. And then in the afternoon…” Shen Mingyu listed Song Lang’s recent violations one by one.
Song Lang said with a bitter face, "Stop, stop, stop, Mom, how do you know so much detail?"
Before Shen Mingyu could speak, he suddenly realized what was happening and angrily shouted, "Shen Zhifei!"
Shen Zhifei walked over with two glasses of milk, handing him one, "Brother, drink some milk to cool down."
Song Lang glared at him, annoyed: "Thank you."
Shen Zhifei smiled and said, "You're welcome."
Song Lang, who was always gentle and kind to him, suddenly felt an urge to roll up his sleeves.
Shen Mingyu tapped the table with her fingertips and said, "Why are you glaring at him? You don't study properly, you cause trouble, and now you're blaming others?"
Song Lang stubbornly insisted, "I didn't."
"No way. If I find out you've done something wrong again, you're out of Taekwondo."
"Mom!" Song Lang cried out in anguish. Taekwondo was one of the few things he had persisted in since childhood. If he was deprived of his right to practice Taekwondo, what would be the point of it for him?
Shen Mingyu remained unmoved and said, "Don't give me a completely red report card for the monthly exam, or you can forget about getting any pocket money."
"No!" Song Lang almost knelt down and begged his mother's leg. He nodded repeatedly, "I promise you, I promise you!"
"You brat, you're forcing me to use my trump card." Shen Mingyu kicked him helplessly. "Go away, I have a video conference to attend."
Upon receiving the order, Song Lang fled the study, a place that had left him with countless psychological traumas, in a panic.
Shen Zhifei was sitting in the living room watching the history and culture channel when he heard the door open. He turned his head to look towards the study.
Their eyes met in mid-air. Song Lang angrily went over and pulled the other man up, then strode into his room, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.
Shen Zhifei looked up at his face, which was not hiding his anger, and her eyes were somewhat stunned.
This was the first time Song Lang had been angry with him since that farce when they were children.
"Feifei, why did you tell Mom about me?!" Song Lang questioned.
Hearing that affectionate address, Shen Zhifei's tense nerves suddenly relaxed a little.
He lowered his gaze and said softly, "I just want you to focus on your studies."
"I just don't like studying, and I don't want to put my heart into it, is that a problem? Do you think that having a guy who gets the lowest score is embarrassing for you, the top student?"
“No,” Shen Zhifei suddenly raised her head, “that’s not what I meant.”
"Then mind your own business, you hear me?" Song Lang said fiercely. "I'll only tolerate you this once."
He was so angry that the next day when he went to school, he deliberately didn't wait for Shen Zhifei.
Shen Zhifei stared at his lonely bicycle, his heart sinking to the bottom.
Chapter 006
"Hey? Where's Xiao Fei?" Meng Fanxing was a little puzzled as she only waited for one person at the intersection.
"Then you wait for him, I'll go first." Song Lang said irritably, and rode past him like a gust of wind without even stopping.
"Wait for me!" Meng Fanxing pedaled her bike several times to catch up. "Did you two have a fight?"
Song Lang didn't say anything at first, just kept riding his bike, but the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. "You have such a damn mouth, whatever you say comes true! He actually tattled on me to my mom! He even remembers exactly how many times I yawned during math class!"
Without Shen Zhifei around, Song Lang started spewing out profanities without restraint.
"Uh," Meng Fanxing stammered for a long time before finally saying, "Little Fei must have meant well..."
He spoke without any confidence.
Song Lang glared at him with particular disdain: "Are you going to copy his homework again? Can't you at least have some backbone and hand in a blank paper?"