Song Lang took off his shoes and coat and lay down, pulling the blanket over himself. The bed was really hard. Shen Zhifei had delicate skin, didn't he feel uncomfortable?
He turned to face the wall, half his face buried in the pillow, and you could faintly smell a refreshing fragrance, the scent of the shampoo that Shen Zhi often used.
It smelled so good, and the blankets were warm, enveloping him in Shen Zhifei's unique scent. Song Lang buried his face deeper, closed his eyes, and his consciousness gradually became loose and blurred before he quickly drifted off to sleep.
When it was noon and the boarding students went back to their dorms to rest, Song Lang felt it was noisy. Still half asleep, he pulled the blanket over his head and planned to continue sleeping.
At that moment, someone gently patted his pillow and called him "Big Brother" with extra caution.
Song Lang wasn't fully awake yet. When he kicked off the blanket and opened his eyes, there was an unyielding anger in his eyes. Xiao Xi, who was standing by the bed, quickly picked up the lunchbox in his hand and said, "Big brother, Shen Zhifei asked me to bring you lunch. Come and eat quickly."
"Oh." Song Lang stared blankly at the upper bunk for a while before fully regaining his senses. He sat up, feeling a bit cold, grabbed his coat and put it on. Watching Xiao Xi place the lunchbox on the table not far away, he asked, "Where's Fei Fei? Didn't he say he'd be back at noon?"
"Uh, well..." Xiao Xi chuckled awkwardly, "I don't know either."
Song Lang frowned, looked down at his phone and first texted Shen Zhifei to ask when he would return to the dormitory, before getting out of bed, putting on his shoes, and sitting down at the table to eat.
As a result, the meal became increasingly unpleasant. In the past, Shen Zhifei would reply to his messages instantly, but now he had almost finished his meal and still hadn't received a reply.
He skipped all morning classes, climbed over walls and gates, just to see this person, but he didn't see a single person and even got a cut on his palm. What happened?!
Song Lang wiped his mouth clean, turned around and called out to Xiao Xi, "Hey, buddy!"
Xiao Xi, who was climbing up to the upper bunk, slipped and almost fell. Song Lang rushed over and caught him by the waist, preventing a tragedy.
"No, am I that scary? I won't be responsible if you break anything." Song Lang used his strength to lift Xiao Xi onto the bed.
Xiao Xi gripped the iron bars of the upper bunk tightly, shaking his head with lingering fear: "W-what's wrong, brother?"
Song Lang asked, "Don't you check the dorms during lunch break? Fei Fei never comes back to rest at noon?"
"Final exams are coming up soon, and many people choose to study in the classroom during their lunch break, so..." Xiao Xi said.
"Okay, thank you for lunch." Song Lang strode outside. "I'll borrow your school uniform for now, and I'll treat you to lunch another day."
Song Lang was a little unhappy. With Shen Zhifei's intelligence, there was no need for him to take an hour off during lunch break for tutoring. Shen Zhifei had received the message all morning but refused to make time to see him. Was he avoiding him again?
But they clearly talked things out over the weekend, and yesterday they sat side by side at home playing games all afternoon, chatting and laughing, just like usual.
What? It's only been less than two days, and you're already turning your back on me again?
Wait a minute, he's not some kind of monster or demon, why would Shen Zhifei need to avoid him?
Well... maybe it's because he's angry at himself for skipping class?
The more Song Lang thought about it, the more sense it made. As he climbed the stairs of the teaching building, his steps even became a little weak with trepidation.
With final exams approaching, his skipping of class was definitely wrong.
When you see Feifei later, just point to a random question and ask him to explain it. That might calm Shen Zhifei down.
Sigh, he's the older brother, but when it comes to studying, he's really the younger brother.
Lost in thought, he arrived at the classroom door of the experimental class on the fifth floor. Through the small square window on the door, he saw Shen Zhifei sitting by the window... and the male classmate next to him who was sitting with a very improper posture and looked handsome but not very serious when viewed from the side.
Alarm bells rang in Song Lang's mind. In an instant, a series of questions flashed through his mind, enough to be printed into a book titled "Ten Thousand Questions: What the hell is this guy?"
Oh, the title is a bit rude, so let's change it to "Who is this male classmate who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and why can he make Fei Fei, who has an icy expression for ten thousand years, laugh?"
Chapter 025
Song Xianji, the male classmate who suddenly appeared and laughed in a very improper way in Song Lang's eyes, sat back on the chair with his legs spread apart, his upper body and the chair rocking back and forth, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a harsh screeching sound.
“Quiet,” Shen Zhifei looked up at him, her brows furrowed slightly. “You’re being noisy.”
The friction sound stopped.
Song Xianji rested his chin on the back of the chair and kicked Shen Zhifei's desk. "You called me over, but didn't say a word, and now you want to deprive me of my right to entertain myself?"
Shen Zhifei said, "Didn't I tell you this morning?"
"Where is he?" Song Xianji grinned mischievously and asked in a low voice, "You didn't just make up an excuse to trick me into coming here and doing this and that with you, did you?"
A hint of displeasure flashed across Shen Zhifei's eyes.
Song Xianji took a step back, raised his hands innocently, and said, "It was just a joke, there's no need to be angry, is there?"
"Stop fooling around and sit quietly for a while." Shen Zhifei took out a workbook from his desk and handed it to him. "If you're really bored, do some exercises."
"Tch, I hate studying the most. Aren't you just trying to annoy me?" Song Xianji casually tossed his workbook aside, crossed his long legs and put them on the desk, his feet shaking restlessly. "Let's make a deal first. As long as I do what you asked me to do, you have to promise me that we'll go on a date during winter break."
Shen Zhifei put down his pen and looked over without any expression.
"Let's fight, let's fight, okay?" Song Xianji immediately changed his tune, his eyes lighting up at the mention of fighting. "I've challenged you so many times, you should at least give me some face."
"Is it absolutely necessary to compare?"
"Of course, otherwise why would I bother you every day? Would I have nothing better to do?"
Song Xianji had loved playing with cats and dogs since he was a child. His parents sent him to a martial arts school where he learned kung fu from a bunch of naughty kids. After returning to normal school life, he missed the carefree days at the martial arts school. Whenever he met someone who knew a little kung fu, he would want to spar with them.
As for why he targeted Shen Zhifei, the root cause lies with Song Lang.
That day, Song Lang stayed at Meng Fanxing's house and didn't go home. Shen Zhifei sat alone in the cold, dark room all night, and had a slight fever when he returned to school the next day. But he was thinking about Song Lang, so at noon he climbed over the wall and slipped out of No. 5 Middle School, intending to go to No. 18 Middle School, two streets away, to see Song Lang, even if it was just a glimpse from afar.
He walked with a feeling of unsteadiness on his feet, but his head felt so heavy that he couldn't lift it.
This listless appearance, in the eyes of those with ulterior motives, is a perfect opportunity to take advantage of the situation.