Ten minutes have passed.
Shen Zhifei: "In a pie chart, what is the ratio of the percentage of each part to the total? The percentage of the total percentage of each part is equal to the ratio of the angle of the central sector of that part to what?"
Song Lang: "..."
Shen Zhifei turned his head and saw that the person had been successfully hypnotized.
He smiled helplessly, turned over and faced the window again. A sliver of moonlight pierced through the gap in the curtains and entered his brown pupils, shattering into starlight.
The image flashed through his mind again, and his breathing became a little rapid.
He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and forced himself to recite Cao Mengde's "Watching the Sea" in his mind.
When sleepiness came over him, Song Lang restlessly kicked off the blankets again. Shen Zhifei was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she covered him with the blankets again before he slowly fell asleep.
The next morning, Song Lang woke up earlier than Shen Zhifei, not because of jet lag, but because he had a wet dream.
His underwear was soaked, and the distinctive scent of puberty filled the bed, making him blush with embarrassment.
He tiptoed out of bed, took off his underwear, and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Shen Zhifei woke up when she heard the noise and mumbled "Brother" in a daze.
The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped. Song Lang, wrapped in a bath towel, stood in front of the sink washing his underwear. Shen Zhifei got out of bed, walked to the door, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and called him again, "Brother."
Song Lang tilted his head and glanced at him, unable to help but laugh. Judging from his soft and sweet demeanor, he was still not fully awake. Only at times like this could Shen Zhifei be associated with the word "cute".
He glanced down at me with ill intent and asked, "Don't you need to wash your underwear?"
Shen Zhifei paused for a second before realizing what was happening. Once he came to his senses, he gave a blank "hmm" and turned to leave.
Song Lang poked his head out and said persistently, "We're all grown men now, what's there to be embarrassed about? If you want to wash, take it off and I'll wash it for you too."
Shen Zhifei raised her voice without turning her head, "Really, there's no need."
Song Lang burst into laughter, acting arrogantly as if he wasn't the one who was incredibly embarrassed last night.
Chapter 013
After breakfast, the two families set off for snorkeling.
Unlike the calm blue surface of the sea, the underwater world is truly magnificent and dazzling, with colorful corals, schools of fish, graceful jellyfish, seaweed swaying with the waves, and dreamlike shimmering light—all of which are intoxicating and delightful.
The three children had a blast, especially Song Lang, who kept splashing his long legs around trying to disrupt the formation of the clownfish in the sea, having a great time.
It wasn't until nearly noon that he reluctantly left the sea and went to eat with everyone.
During dinner, he was still excitedly discussing his experiences and feelings while snorkeling with Meng Fanxing and Shen Zhifei, seemingly having completely forgotten about the adult channel on TV last night.
In the afternoon, the two mothers went to a beauty spa, while the fathers went to a bar. The three children, left unattended, ran off to play on the beach outside the hotel with a shout of "Oh ho!"
There were two or three foreign friends playing beach volleyball. They looked no more than two or three years older than the foreigners. Shen Zhifei, as the representative, went over to chat with them and successfully joined the beach volleyball game.
3v3, there are no rules, it's just a simple game.
A group of young people can have a great time even if they don't speak the language.
Diving to steal the ball, soaring to spike, jumping to block... Although their movements weren't professional, the boys' strong, flat stomachs, powerful arm swings, and infectious laughter attracted the attention of many tourists.
Many people couldn't help but stop and point their phone cameras at these unfamiliar yet energetic teenagers.
The six of them played around for almost two hours, laughing and joking, before Meng Fanxing was the first to give up.
He bent over, hands on his knees, panting heavily like a big dog, almost sticking out his tongue.
Song Lang was sweltering in the heat, so he took off his vest, revealing his broad shoulders and slim waist. He gestured with his chin at Meng Fanxing and said, "How about it, Xingzi? Shall we have another round later?"
"No more," Meng Fanxing plopped down on the beach, shaking her head vigorously, "I can't do it anymore, I'll die from exhaustion if I do another match."
Song Lang scoffed and threw his vest at his face. "You worthless piece of trash, your physique is even worse than Fei Fei's. It's a shame you've eaten a year more rice than him."
"Get lost! You two have a solid foundation from practicing Taekwondo since you were kids. How could I possibly compare to you?" Meng Fanxing took off her shirt, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said she was incredibly thirsty.
He shook his hands, almost crawling to the side, saying, "I can't go on, I'm going to get some water."
Shen Zhifei asked, "Shall we continue?"
Song Lang said, "Why don't you go ask those three foreign guys over there if they still want to continue?"
Shen Zhifei nodded, and Song Lang walked over to Meng Fanxing and helped her to the beverage cart not far away.
A moment later, Shen Zhifei also came over, took the juice from Song Lang, and said, "One of them is leaving, and the remaining two said they can rest for a while and continue the 2v2 until dinner time."
“Okay,” Song Lang patted the beach beside him, “Sit next to me and rest for a while.”
Shen Zhifei glanced at his bare chest one more time before sitting down next to him with her juice.
Meng Fanxing suddenly leaned closer with an air of importance and whispered, "Look at the coconut tree on my left, it's a beautiful woman!"
Song Lang glanced over there with a straw in his mouth, raised an eyebrow, leaned back to give Shen Zhifei a better view, and said, "It's really good."
"What do you think these beauties from abroad eat to grow up like this? They're so well-developed, it makes me a little embarrassed to look at them for too long." Meng Fanxing said she was embarrassed, but her eyes were quite honest as she kept glancing to the side, not wanting to look away while she spoke.
His reminder brought back memories of the television incident from last night, and he couldn't help but look at Shen Zhifei.
Shen Zhifei was also looking at the beautiful woman, his gaze as focused as ever, his expression unwavering, just like when he was solving an incredibly complex equation.
Song Lang couldn't help but bump his shoulder and whisper in his ear, "So handsome? My eyes are practically popping out of my head."