[Song Lang] Just talking about grades, they'll scare you to death!
【F】Tell me about it.
[Song Lang] He consistently ranks first, and his final exam score at the end of the year exceeded 700. Isn't that terrifying?
【F】Baby, the clues you gave are too obvious. I already know who you like.
[Song Lang] Since you know that, why don't you back down when it's difficult?
[Song Lang] I've noticed you've been going to the teacher's office every few days. Are you going there to get scolded?
【F】Yes, I just finished writing a self-criticism.
[Song Lang] Hahahaha
[Song Lang] Why did you write a self-criticism? Was it because of fighting or poor exam performance?
[Song Lang] I bet you harassed a male classmate and got reported to the authorities.
【F】Because of you.
[Song Lang] ? ? What does this have to do with me? ?
【F】I broadcast your voice saying "shit" in class.
"Holy crap, hahahahaha—"
Song Lang laughed so hard he rolled over in bed, pressing his sore cheek against the blanket, then quickly lay back down, holding his phone up with both hands to continue typing.
[Song Lang] Is it my fault?
【F】Yeah, it's your fault.
[F] This is my first time writing a self-criticism, and it's not very good.
[Song Lang] Hey, you should have said so earlier! I'm good at writing self-criticisms.
【F】So you are in charge.
[Song Lang] ? ?
[F] You are punished by having to write a self-criticism.
[Song Lang] Didn't you finish writing it and hand it in?
【F】Examine yourself for why you haven't come to love me yet.
With a "thud," Song Lang's hand trembled, and the phone landed squarely on his high, straight nose. "Damn it—"
Chapter 40
Song Lang's injuries worsened, causing him to suffer excruciating pain even in his dreams.
He first dreamed of being surrounded and beaten by a group of people. After escaping, he ran into classmate F. Just as he was about to punch F to shut up the other person's mouth that kept spouting nonsense, he suddenly realized that F looked exactly like Shen Zhifei.
The fist abruptly changed direction, causing him to strain his back.
With a thud, Song Lang was jolted awake from his sleep. He rolled onto the floor, blanket and all, his back aching from the hard soles of his shoes.
"Damn it!" He kicked his legs in frustration, climbed into bed to try to sleep, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what he did.
There was still an unread message from F on the phone screen, with four words clearly written in the preview: Goodnight baby.
Damn it.
Song Lang planned to block and delete this person, but after seeing the silhouette profile picture, he decided against it.
He's just too handsome, making it hard for people to bring themselves to lay a hand on him.
It was still early, so he leaned against the headboard and played games out of boredom. He was having a good time and got three chicken dinners in a row, so he posted a screenshot of his stats on his WeChat Moments.
Less than five minutes later, Shen Zhifei called him.
My heart felt as if it had been gently grasped and rolled around in diluted sugar water. Now it was dripping sweetly, but because the moisture blocked the air, it was a little difficult to breathe.
Unlike Shen Zhifei's quiet ringtone, the incoming call pounded against Song Lang's eardrums, each ring revealing a hint of eager anticipation.
He answered the phone, unconsciously clutching the hem of his pajamas with one hand hidden under the covers.
"elder brother."
Perhaps because the two of them hadn't spoken much for several days, Shen Zhifei's voice sounded somewhat distorted in the night.
Song Lang responded and said, "Feifei, why are you calling at this hour?"
"Insomnia." Shen Zhifei's voice sounded hollow and ethereal, giving one the inexplicable feeling that he was about to disappear at any moment.
"What's wrong?" Song Lang's heart skipped a beat. "Where are you now? Aren't you in your dorm at this hour?"
"Yeah, I'm on the roof. I couldn't sleep, so I came out for a walk." A breeze blew in from the other end of the phone, making Shen Zhifei's voice sound even more distant. "Why aren't you asleep? Still playing games."
"I just woke up from the cold after kicking off the covers. I'll play a couple of games and then go to sleep."
Shen Zhifei gave a faint "hmm," and the two fell into a silence that seemed to stretch on forever.
It wasn't awkward at all; rather, it was a tacit understanding between us, where silence spoke louder than words.