"Holy crap! Little brother, stop messing around, stop messing around." The blond-haired guy quickly raised his hands to show that he meant no harm, and he forced a smile, "It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."
Shen Zhifei remained unmoved, only coldly sweeping his gaze over the people around him: "Get lost."
Meng Fanxing, who had never heard him swear before, couldn't help but shudder. He then remembered that he was still naked and quickly covered his crotch to find his pants.
The group stood frozen in place, unsure whether to advance or retreat. The blond-haired guy snapped, "You bunch of idiots! What are you all standing there for? Didn't you hear what your brother said? Get out of here!"
The crowd scattered like birds and beasts.
Shen Zhifei then put away the fruit knife and kicked the blond-haired boy in the back of the knee, saying, "You get out of here too."
In less than ten seconds, the other person had disappeared from sight. If he were to participate in a 100-meter race, he would definitely be number one.
Song Lang, clutching his forehead, leaned against the wall, panting. Shen Zhifei came to his side without a word, knelt down in front of him, and took out a tissue from her pocket to wipe the blood off his face.
Song Lang felt a little guilty: "Um... I came online because I was bored after the race."
After a long while, Shen Zhifei finally gave a soft "hmm".
Seeing that his face was a little pale, probably because the wound on his forehead looked a bit scary, Song Lang grabbed his wrist and laughed carelessly, "It's okay, it's just that you're rubbing it and it's making me a little itchy."
Shen Zhifei looked at him with disbelief, and Song Lang's smile became even brighter.
The wound that had just been cleaned started bleeding again.
Shen Zhifei frowned her beautiful brows, said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move," then used both hands to hold Song Lang's head, leaned over and gently covered the wound with her lips and tongue.
As I ran my tongue over the wound, I felt a warm, stinging sensation.
So saliva can stop bleeding, I've learned something new! Song Lang thought to himself, holding Shen Zhifei's waist without moving.
Chapter 010
Meng Fanxing ran out after putting on her pants. Seeing this scene, only one thought came to her mind: How wonderful it would be if Xiao Fei were a girl! She would definitely win her over and make her her girlfriend.
He walked over and asked, "Little Fei, what brings you here? Those moves you just made were absolutely awesome!"
Song Lang cursed him inwardly as an idiot for bringing up such a sensitive topic.
Shen Zhifei straightened up and replied briefly, "I couldn't find anyone, so I guessed you guys came to play games."
Meng Fanxing started showering him with compliments: "Little Fei is a genius. He can find his way across the vast world. Even GPS isn't as good as him."
Song Lang glared at him and said, "Shut up."
“The wound needs to be disinfected; we can’t ignore it,” Shen Zhifei stood up and pulled Song Lang up. “Also, you’re a minor.”
After saying that, he turned back and glanced at Meng Fanxing again.
He didn't say anything, but the meaning was obvious.
Meng Fanxing was most afraid that her academically gifted younger brother wouldn't tutor her, so she quickly lowered her head and admitted her mistake: "I was wrong. I shouldn't have come to the internet cafe to play. I will definitely reflect on my actions when I get back and never do it again!"
Shen Zhifei made no comment, but Song Lang muttered to himself, "Coward."
But he wasn't much better off; he immediately grabbed Meng Fanxing and said he was going to the school clinic, then limped away.
Shen Zhifei stared at the few drops of blood on the ground in the back alley for a while, clenching and unclenching his fists. Only after his heart, which had been in turmoil, calmed down did he turn around and walk into the internet cafe.
The network administrator asked nervously, "Young man, is everything alright?"
Shen Zhifei shook his head, handed the fruit knife back, and said "thank you" expressionlessly.
The internet cafe manager was relieved to see there was no blood on it. He quickly put the fruit knife away and gestured towards the corner, saying, "Your brother's clothes are still hanging there, don't forget to take them."
"Um."
Shen Zhifei picked up his clothes and walked out. The pockets of his coat were a bit shallow, and after taking a couple of steps, the contents fell out.
Seeing that familiar pink color, he felt inexplicably irritated.
It was as if the surge of energy he felt when he rushed into the back alley earlier was rising again, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
He clutched the envelope tightly as he walked, and after climbing over the wall into the school, he leaned against the wall and looked up at the tree branches for a long time before finally opening the letter.
There was only one line of delicate, small characters.
I'll be waiting for your answer at Xiaonanmen at 5:30 PM.
Shen Zhifei wanted to tear up the letter, but her hand stopped at the last moment.
He folded the letter neatly, put it back in the envelope, and walked towards the school clinic.
Before even reaching the door, Song Lang's voice could be heard coming from inside.
"A royal flush, hahaha—"
"Holy crap, are you crazy? Two rounds in a row with royal flushes, you must have cheated!" That was Meng Fanxing's voice.
"Don't be a sore loser, keep going." The voice sounded a little unfamiliar.
Shen Zhifei pushed open the door and saw Song Lang and Meng Fanxing sitting cross-legged on the same small bed, while the school doctor in a white coat was sitting on a chair next to the bed, shuffling playing cards.
Hearing the noise at the door, the three of them looked over at the same time.
The school doctor asked kindly, "Little student, did you twist your ankle or break your arm?"
Song Lang laughed and said, "He's my brother, he's here to check up on me."