Shen Lingyu didn't want to embarrass her eldest son, so she went along with Shen Zhifei's suggestion, saying, "Feifei, you should tutor your brother more often when you have time. Don't let him play around all the time, and don't let him date."
Song Lang objected again: "Mom! He's still a child!"
Shen Zhifei nodded, got up and left to clear the table, while Song Lang, with a piece of bread in his mouth, planned to go inside to change his clothes.
"Hey, wait a minute." Shen Lingyu pulled Song Lang back and made him stand next to Shen Zhifei. "Stand up straight. Feifei, don't do anything yet. Let Mom take a look."
Song Lang said impatiently, "You watch it every day, haven't you had enough?"
Shen Lingyu gestured with her hand and laughed: "I just realized today that Feifei is almost as tall as the boss."
Song Lang scoffed, "Tch, impossible."
He turned his head and was surprised to find that the person next to him was indeed shoulder level with him.
"Holy crap, have I been blind all this time?"
Song Lang circled around Shen Zhifei twice, then disbelievingly rummaged through her slippers: "Let me see if you've put in height-increasing insoles."
Shen Zhifei smiled and lifted his foot for him to see, giving Song Lang the illusion that he had woken up two years later.
Shen Lingyu was overjoyed and picked up her phone to call her husband, who had been away on a business trip for nearly half a year, to share the good news.
On the way to school, Song Lang stubbornly stood next to Shen Zhifei again, trying his best to stand as tall as a pine tree, almost standing on tiptoe.
"So, who's taller, the one between us?"
Meng Fanxing was speechless. She glanced at Shen Zhifei before saying to Song Lang, "You're still taller."
Song Lang asked uncertainly, "Really?"
Meng Fanxing nodded: "Really, you're tall."
Song Lang felt that his lie was not very sincere.
However, Shen Zhifei's subtle and gentle method of growing taller still stimulated Song Lang. He had to drink a glass of milk every morning and evening, and he would obediently follow the teacher in PE class to ask how to stretch. No matter how dark or cold it was outside in the morning, he would grit his teeth and get up to go out for a run.
As the saying goes, perseverance pays off; he finally caught a bad cold and was able to fulfill his wish of not having to go to school.
"Fuck, achoo!"
Song Lang huddled under the covers and let out a sigh, then reluctantly started playing a mobile game with a fever-reducing patch on his face.
As for who is taller or shorter, let's just leave it at that.
Song Lang rested at home for three days before recovering. On the day he returned to school, Lin Qian sat in his seat waiting for him, carrying two bags in her hands.
As soon as he entered, Lin Qian stood up, and Song Lang quickly covered his mouth and nose and waved his hand at her: "Stay away from me, don't infect you."
Lin Qian laughed and said, "Why is your voice so hoarse?"
Song Lang squinted, sneezed, and casually grabbed a tissue from his classmate's desk to wipe his nose.
Lin Qian placed one of the bags on his desk and handed the other to Shen Zhifei, who had walked up to her. "These are for you. Bye."
As soon as she left, a few of the more tactful classmates made a token jeer, then went off to do their own thing.
In the past six months, Lin Qian has been going in and out of their classroom too many times. Everyone knows that she has a good relationship with the two brothers, but no one knows whether she has her eye on the older brother or the younger brother.
Song Lang opened the bag and took a look. It was a gray scarf, which looked like it was knitted by himself.
He peeked over at Shen Zhifei again, and saw that the bag was untouched.
"Feifei, don't you want to see what she gave you?" Song Lang pulled up a chair and sat down next to Shen Zhifei, a little curious.
Shen Zhifei shook his head without answering. Seeing that he still wasn't leaving, he asked, "Do you want to see?"
Song Lang chuckled: "A little."
Shen Zhifei pushed the book in front of him toward him and circled an equation with a pen. "Answer."
Song Lang's smile faded. "It's just a glance, why do you need to solve equations?"
Shen Zhifei didn't move, she just stared at him.
Song Lang, defeated, scratched his head and reluctantly picked up a pen to write and draw for a long time before asking somewhat uncertainly, "x=5?"
Shen Zhifei raised an eyebrow: "Are you sure?"
Song Lang wasn't quite sure, "Uh, x should be 3?"
Shen Zhifei smiled and said, "Let me think about it some more."
Song Lang chewed on his pen and looked at the calculation process again, then made a final decision: "It's 5, no need to change it!"
Shen Zhifei's smile spread to his eyes, and he pretended to be a wise teacher, saying, "You can't guess at math."
The implication is that you answered correctly.
Song Lang tossed his pen aside, casually ruffled Shen Zhifei's hair a couple of times, and mumbled "Okay, okay" while keeping burying his head under the desk.
"Look, stop bumping it." Shen Zhifei used one hand to protect the back of his head from hitting the desk, and with the other hand, she took out the bag.
When Song Lang opened it, he saw that it was also a gray scarf, which seemed to be no different from his.
He suddenly felt bored.
When he tried to put it back, he didn't notice that the scarf had fallen out of the bag. He quickly picked it up and saw a heart-shaped pattern on one corner of the scarf.