Shen Zhifei pursed his lips and remained silent.
He still remembered how diligently Song Lang studied when summer vacation had just started, full of ambition and determined to catch up.
It's been less than two months.
Song Lang is always like this; his enthusiasm for something comes quickly, but it also fades just as fast.
This made him uneasy.
"You've been studying hard all summer. Even an ox pulling a plow needs a breather, right? School starts in a few days, so let's not fight."
Song Lang poked Shen Zhifei's cheek with his finger, "Give your brother a smile."
Shen Zhifei grasped his fingers, but before she could even smile, the phone on the table rang.
It was a call from Meng Fanxing.
Song Lang felt like he'd been granted a pardon. He grabbed his phone and ran to the bedside, saying enthusiastically, "Xingzi! I was just about to call you."
"Hey, so you do remember me?"
Meng Fanxing's voice clearly reached Shen Zhifei's ears through the loudspeaker.
"You've been in seclusion all summer, let me see if you've successfully ascended to immortality."
"Stop joking with me," Song Lang said, sitting on the bed with his legs crossed, staring at the tall figure at the desk. "What's the plan for today?"
“I went to see a movie with Weiwei, and she asked if you and Xiaofei were coming,” Meng Fanxing said.
"Oh ho, so you two are all together now?"
"Hehe, sort of. So, how about we hang out sometime?"
Song Lang stretched out his long leg and barely managed to kick his chair. Shen Zhifei heard the noise and looked over. He raised an eyebrow and mouthed silently, "Are you going or not?"
Shen Zhifei couldn't bear to extinguish the flame in his eyes, so she finally nodded.
After hanging up the phone, Song Lang excitedly changed his clothes and kissed Shen Zhifei for a long time in the entryway before leaving the house.
He's going to have a blast today.
Although Hao Wei looks quiet and ladylike, she actually has a tomboyish personality. She doesn't like shopping or playing claw machines; she prefers playing video games and boxing.
I heard that Song Lang and Shen Zhifei both studied Taekwondo, so I wanted to go to the dojo with them.
“Sure, Feifei and I haven’t practiced for half a month either.” Song Lang asked Meng Fanxing, “What about you? Any opinions?”
Meng Fanxing dared not object; if his goddess wanted to go out and have fun, he naturally had to go along.
They skipped the movie and instead went to the dojo.
As they walked and chatted happily, Meng Fanxing's exclamation "Holy crap!" startled Hao Wei.
What are you doing?
"Then...then isn't that Anru?"
Meng Fanxing likes to look around when he walks. He has good eyesight and recognized his classmate with heavy makeup not far away at a glance.
Where?
Hao Wei looked in the direction he was pointing and saw the girl dressed in clothes that were not appropriate for her age, walking intimately beside a man.
She was a little hesitant to recognize him at first.
"Damn, it really is her!"
Meng Fanxing subconsciously looked at Song Lang. After all, they had a brief past relationship. Even if her good brother claimed to be gay, it might be because he couldn't forget his past love.
Sure enough, Song Lang's brows furrowed more and more. Before he could say anything to persuade her, he strode past her and chased after An Ru's retreating figure.
"Hey? Dalang, where are you going!" Meng Fanxing hurriedly tried to pull him back, but her hand was shaken off.
Hao Wei glanced back at Shen Zhifei, who remained cold and expressionless, yet still made people feel sad.
She whispered, "Don't worry about it. Song Lang is just being helpful; he doesn't mean anything by it."
Shen Zhifei nodded and followed.
Song Lang had already turned the corner. By the time Shen Zhifei arrived, the man who was being held by An Ru had already been kicked. He was hunched over in a disheveled and angry manner, looking completely bewildered.
Anru was also confused, not expecting to run into an acquaintance here.
“Song Lang…”
"Go home right away, and don't associate with such disreputable people in the future."
"Who are you calling indecent?!"
The man angrily tried to rush over and grab Song Lang's collar, but Song Lang dodged and kicked the man in the back of the knee.
"I'm talking about you!"
"Damn it! Are you crazy? I paid to come out and have fun with Angel, what's it to you!"
The man rolled up his sleeves, ready to punch someone. Song Lang, his eyes red, also stepped forward. Just as they were about to start fighting, Shen Zhifei came over and pushed the man away.
He gripped Song Lang's wrist tightly, with great strength, and his eyes were cold.