Zhou Sen awkwardly and laboriously pulled a long scroll from his schoolbag, winked at Meng Fanxing, and then Meng Fanxing dramatically jumped more than a meter away. At the same time, one end of the scroll was thrown out, drawing an ungraceful arc in the air before landing in Meng Fanxing's hand.
The two ran off in opposite directions at the same time, the banner stretched straight out, red background with white lettering, extremely eye-catching.
[Song Lang, junior, is waiting for you at university to surpass the rich, handsome, and successful men and even the sons of officials]
Song Lang felt ashamed.
"Idiots, put it away now! Are you deliberately trying to annoy me?" He laughed and kicked Meng Fanxing in the butt, then chased after Zhou Sen and hit him, "Go back to your own schools."
"Hehe, that's quite impressive!" Zhou Sen put his arm around Song Lang's shoulder and comforted him, "Relax, you can definitely do it. If you can't get into a top-tier or second-tier university, there's always a vocational college, right?"
"Are you cursing me?" Song Lang rolled his eyes at him, grabbed the banner, crumpled it up haphazardly, and stuffed it into his arms. "Don't hang it outside, it's too silly."
"It's alright, it expresses our best wishes for you while also taking a jab at those idiots who try to steal our girlfriends in college..."
"No, no!" Song Lang ignored his words, jumped up, and waved towards the distance, "Over here!"
Shen Zhifei walked through the bustling crowd, smiled slightly, and came to his side, placing a can of Red Bull in his hand: "Let me check the bag."
"My mom has checked it for me several times." Song Lang handed over the transparent exam bag he was carrying, stomped his foot with a grin, and said, "I'm actually a little excited."
Shen Zhifei checked that all the essential items were there, and upon hearing this, she reached out and hugged him: "Take it easy, brother will definitely be fine."
"Mmm." Song Lang hugged him back, and was about to whisper some sweet nothings in his ear when Zhou Sen and Meng Fanxing came over noisily to hug him too.
As usual, Hao Wei was surrounded by several boys in the middle.
They formed a circle, hands on each other's shoulders and backs, heads touching, repeatedly saying "Go for it!"
Everyone was so excited, it felt like they were back to this time last summer, when no friend missed the college entrance exam and they were walking towards the future together.
As the candidates entered the examination hall one after another, Song Lang suddenly felt a lump in his throat as he walked in under their gazes. He turned around and saw Shen Zhifei standing not far behind him, silently watching him under the blazing sun.
Seeing him turn around, Shen Zhifei waved her hand, revealing the black rope bracelet that he had given her on her fair wrist.
Song Lang slowly exhaled and turned to find the classroom for the exam.
Sitting in the examination room, he was unusually calm, as if he were taking a routine diagnostic test. Only when he handed in the last science paper did he feel a sense of loss that everything was over.
Strange, someone with his personality should be cheering and shouting as he rushes out of the exam room first.
But he walked very slowly, with heavy steps. Only when he reached the gate and saw Shen Zhifei waiting for him under the tree did that heaviness suddenly dissipate.
Shen Zhifei strode towards him, and Song Lang jumped onto him, hugging his neck tightly, letting out a long sigh of relief: "It's finally over, Feifei—"
"Mmm." Shen Zhifei hugged him tightly and patted his back soothingly.
"Be my boyfriend," Song Lang tilted his head and gently bit his neck, saying vaguely, "My parents would definitely love you."
Shen Zhifei laughed, supporting his bottom, and looked down into Song Lang's eyes: "Okay, boyfriend."
Song Lang straightened up a bit and tilted his head back to kiss him.
"Eek—! Cough cough cough cough—"
This was the first time Zhou Sen had witnessed the two of them being intimate, and he was quite shocked. He didn't dare to look but also wanted to steal a glance.
Meng Fanxing gave him a push and handed the banner to Zhou Sen and Hao Wei. The three of them held the banner high and surrounded the two of them to prevent the people around them and Zhou Sen from being affected by the same shock.
The sun shone through the red cloth strips, turning them into a gentle circle of red.
Song Lang smiled and cupped Shen Zhifei's face in his hands, deepening the kiss.
Hearing the intimate, wet sounds of their kiss, the three people covering for them blushed deeply. Meng Fanxing, tired of holding up the banner, couldn't help but urge, "You two, that's enough! My Weiwei is still here."
"It's alright, you two can relax. As someone who's read countless books, I'd love to see a live version." Hao Wei secretly took out her phone from her bag and started snapping photos.
"Can you have pity on this single dog? Did I come all the way here just to cover for you two and eat your dog food?"
Amid Zhou Sen's wails, Song Lang laughed even more brightly than the sun overhead.
He gave Shen Zhifei a loud kiss on the forehead, then jumped off him, hugged Zhou Sen and Meng Fanxing, and laughed, "Let's go eat together!"
Dinner was with Song's parents. The two adults paid the bill, and the five children ordered and finished all the food.
Throughout the meal, Shen Zhifei and Song Lang held hands with their left hands the whole time. Although Song Lang's posture looked extremely awkward as a result, he just didn't want to let go.
He needs to make up for all the days they were apart.
After dinner, Song Lifeng took them to the large private room at the KTV he had booked in advance. After giving Shen Zhifei some instructions, he left the car keys with him and took a taxi home.
"Wow, when did you get your driver's license?" Song Lang picked up the car keys and tossed them around, his tone tinged with resentment. "I was thinking of getting my license so you could sit in the passenger seat."
“No conflict, I’ll wait until next year when you personally drive to the airport to pick me up.” Shen Zhifei took a fruit plate from the coffee table, used a skewer to pick up a piece of watermelon, and fed it to Song Lang.
"Okay, but Dad is very stingy. He only lets you touch his car. Mom can barely drive it, so I have no chance at all."
Shen Zhifei didn't respond, but just kept feeding Song Lang.
After feeding him a plate, he finally spoke: "Brother, I'm leaving in a week."
“Yeah,” Song Lang nodded, intrigued. “Anyway, I’m on vacation, and waiting for my grades at home is annoying. Why don’t we go together? I want to see what your school looks like.”
I'm going to America.
"ah?"
“I applied for the exchange program last year,” Shen Zhifei said, holding his hand. “I…”