"Then finish it. If you catch a cold, eat less spicy food." Shen Zhifei gently tapped Song Lang's hand a few times with her fingers, as if she were stabbing him in the heart.
Song Lang nodded. Meng Fanxing, who was standing next to him, was sweating profusely from the spiciness. She picked up a spoon to share his fried rice, but Song Lang blocked her way, protecting her food.
"Hiss... No way? What's wrong with me taking a bite?"
Meng Fanxing stuck out her tongue and glared at Song Lang, her face filled with heartache and surprise.
This is his good brother, his good buddy, who wouldn't even let him eat a meal in a critical moment.
Shen Zhifei quietly withdrew his hand, picked up his chopsticks, and quietly became a spectator of the food.
Song Lang glanced at the person next to him, quickly turned the fried rice around, turned the small side that Shen Zhifei had eaten toward himself, and then pushed it toward Meng Fanxing, making amends: "I didn't say you couldn't eat it, why are you staring at me like that?"
He hid his hands in his sleeves, clenching and unclenching them repeatedly until the flame was finally extinguished.
After eating and drinking their fill, and resting for half an hour, Shen Zhifei helped the two academically challenged students catch up on their winter break homework.
Song Lang didn't bring his schoolbag today, so he used Meng Fanxing's test paper to fill in. Anyway, no one's paper was filled in, and he could just bring his own blank paper tomorrow for Meng Fanxing to fill in.
Shen Zhifei was sitting to his right, and he could see her with just a slight turn of his head.
Ah, his posture was so upright, like that cypress tree in the school garden, tall and straight.
Yes, his hand holding the pen was so beautiful, with distinct knuckles, and the youthful strength was concentrated at the tip of the pen, penetrating the paper.
Well, his most wonderful feature is his eyes, which are always so deep and reserved, even when doing something as boring as homework, he can keep his eyes straight ahead.
Being stared at by his focused eyes gives one the illusion that "no one else in the world can catch his eye except me."
Who could resist such beautiful eyes?
Song Lang bit his pen cap, glancing at Shen Zhifei in a daze, his exam paper still completely blank.
"What's wrong?" Shen Zhifei turned her head and looked over, her eyes meeting his as he was secretly watching her.
Song Lang quickly shook his head and casually wrote the word "Solution" on the blank space of the test paper.
Shen Zhifei chuckled helplessly: "Brother, this is an English test paper."
Song Lang: "..."
With a "ding," a text message popped up on Song Lang's phone, which was on the table. It was from a new, unknown number. He instinctively grabbed the phone, not daring to let anyone see the message.
Although he had already blocked the first two unfamiliar numbers, there was no guarantee that the other party wouldn't give up and would continue to harass him with different numbers.
Seeing his flustered state, Shen Zhifei asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, just spam." Song Lang put his phone on silent, covered the screen with one hand, and opened the text message interface with the other.
I dreamt about you last night, baby. What about you? I bet you're thinking of me.
Song Lang rolled his eyes dramatically. He wanted to ignore it, but he was still angry. He glanced at Shen Zhifei and saw that he was writing something with great concentration, so he quickly replied: I miss you, my ass.
Something made a "buzzing" sound.
Shen Zhifei stopped writing, and Song Lang also perked up his ears.
"What was that noise?" Song Lang asked Shen Zhifei. "Feifei, did you hear it?"
Shen Zhifei remained expressionless. "No."
Song Lang turned and nudged Meng Fanxing, who was dozing off, "Is your phone vibrating?"
"Huh?" Meng Fanxing rubbed her eyes. "No, why?"
"No, that's not right, it was my phone ringing, I'm sure I didn't mishear," Song Lang suddenly stopped, turned to look at Shen Zhifei, and asked with a complicated expression, "Feifei, where's your phone?"
Shen Zhifei took out the same phone as Song Lang from his pocket and placed it in front of him.
Song Lang quickly sent another garbled text message to the unknown number, then stared intently at the phone on the table, his palms sweating.
Two minutes passed.
There was no response.
He cursed himself for being an idiot. He had already tested him once before and the person who sent the text message could not be Shen Zhifei. Why was he so stupid to suspect him now?
That sound just now was either a coincidence or he was hallucinating.
The person who sent the text message was definitely Song Xianji, no doubt about it.
So, Song Lang sent another list of insults to that number.
Shen Zhifei calmly put his hand into his right pocket, fumbled for the power button on another cell phone, pressed and held it to turn it off, and then placed another math test paper in front of Song Lang.
"This also needs to be finished today."
Chapter 37
Song Lang tried to sneak a glance at Shen Zhifei three times, but was caught red-handed each time. He dared not let his mind wander anymore, and since he had no interest in playing on his phone, he could only bury himself in his homework.
He wanted to drown himself in a sea of questions, let Chinese, math, and English occupy his mind, and have no time to think about anyone or anything.
In that short afternoon, he discovered a shocking secret about himself: whenever he entered a learning state, his brain capacity would rapidly shrink to almost zero.