The two turned around at the sound of the noise. When they saw it was him, Meng Fanxing laughed and said, "Hey, shouldn't you chat with me after dinner? What are you doing here?"
"Keep me company, my foot!" Song Lang kicked him, then pouted and looked at Shen Zhifei. "I have something to say to Feifei."
Shen Zhifei paused in organizing the test papers, then stood up and walked out of the classroom without saying a word.
Meng Fanxing leaned close to Song Lang and whispered, "Hurry up and apologize to my little Fei brother."
"Get lost." Song Lang pushed his head away with a look of disgust, turned around and walked out of the classroom, slamming the back door in Meng Fanxing's face as she tried to follow him to eavesdrop.
Shen Zhifei stood in the corridor, sunlight shining from behind him, making it difficult to see his expression.
Song Lang felt inexplicably guilty.
After all, it was indeed wrong of him to daydream in class and pretend to be sick to skip class.
Before he could even think of how to apologize, Shen Zhifei said as he approached, "It was my mistake to submit a report. I'm sorry."
Song Lang was speechless, and his guilt only intensified.
"I'm sorry, my concern annoyed you. I won't do that again." Shen Zhifei lowered her head, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, looking somewhat aggrieved and pitiful.
Song Lang quickly grabbed his hand and coaxed him softly, "No, no, Fei Fei, it was my fault. Will you change your ways in the future?"
Shen Zhifei raised her head and looked at him without saying a word.
Those slightly reddened eyes struck Song Lang's heart, and he quickly patted his chest and promised, "Really, I will definitely study hard and listen attentively from now on, and follow your example... uh, follow Xingzi's example."
Song Lang quickly changed his mind and didn't make any overly definitive statements.
A hint of a smile flashed in Shen Zhifei's eyes, but doubt still lingered on his face. "Really?"
"Really." Song Lang nodded solemnly, then smiled, and said hesitantly, "Then Feifei, you really shouldn't tell Mom anymore..."
“I mean what I say,” Shen Zhifei understood what he meant, “including the love letter, I won’t talk about it.”
Song Lang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. As expected of his brother, he was so understanding.
"Brother," Shen Zhifei suddenly called out, "can you grant me a small request?"
Without any hesitation, Song Lang said, "Tell me, as long as I can do it."
"Can you improve a little bit in every exam?" Shen Zhifei's eyes suddenly became serious. He said in a low voice, "I don't think your bad grades are embarrassing for me. I just don't want other people to only use words like 'that last place' to describe you. I don't like that."
In Song Lang's memory, his younger brother became more and more reserved as he grew up, and rarely spoke in long sentences.
Therefore, Shen Zhifei's words today left a very deep impression on him, and his chest felt hot.
It turns out that Shen Zhifei remembered his impulsive words last night; it turns out that Shen Zhifei was thinking of him in this way.
"Is it okay?" After not receiving a reply for a long time, Shen Zhifei asked again.
“Sure,” Song Lang said. He had a lot of room for improvement, so it shouldn’t be difficult for him to achieve it.
Shen Zhifei smiled, a smile he hadn't shown in a long time.
His features had matured since childhood, and he was beginning to show the handsome features of a young man. At this moment, his clear eyes curved slightly with a smile, as if the whole world was brighter because of it.
Song Lang laughed along with him.
He thought that when his brother grew up a bit more, he would definitely be a handsome guy who could charm countless girls.
Shen Zhifei walked into the classroom, but when she reached the door, she suddenly remembered something, stopped, and turned back to look at him.
Song Lang asked, "What's wrong?"
"That Lin Qian," Shen Zhifei paused, then continued, "do you like her?"
Suddenly asked this question, Song Lang scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "Why did you bring her up?"
Shen Zhifei didn't say anything, but just stared at him intently.
"She's pretty, and a nice person too," Song Lang said honestly. But then, worried that he might instill in his younger brother any ideas that would affect his studies, he added, "It's not a matter of liking or not liking her. We're still young. Let's just treat her as a good friend."
The attempt to cover up the truth only made things more obvious; Shen Zhifei understood.
"Why are you asking this?" Song Lang asked.
Shen Zhifei simply shook her head. "It's nothing, just asking."
The next day, he left home early under the pretext of preparing for a math competition. He rode his bicycle and waited at the intersection for fifteen minutes. He then spotted the slender figure in the distance and started pedaling again, creating an expected chance encounter.
Lin Qian greeted him happily, "What a coincidence, we've run into you again."
Shen Zhifei nodded slightly, slowed down, and drove alongside her.
Lin Qian smiled and said, "I thought about it when I got back yesterday. I said you look a bit familiar. You are one of the two people who go to and from school with Song Lang every day. You were also the student representative who spoke at our opening ceremony, right? Zhifei."
"Hmm," Shen Zhifei glanced at her sideways, "Did you write another letter?"
"Huh?" Lin Qian blushed a little after realizing what I meant. "Has word spread that I wrote a letter to Song Lang?"
“It’s alright,” Shen Zhifei said. “If you find it troublesome, I can help.”
"Isn't this too much trouble for you?" Lin Qian hesitated a bit. "I don't really have high hopes. I just want to write him a letter every day. As long as he accepts it, it would be a very romantic and beautiful thing for me."
“No trouble at all,” the two of them said as they arrived at the parking shed. Shen Zhifei locked the car and held out his hand to her. “I’ll help you.”
Lin Qian looked at him, puzzled: "Why are you helping me?"