recess.
Ling Song was working hard on the questions.
Wang Zide rushed into the classroom in a hurry, shouting: "Report!"
"Report a fart, report it, are you a eunuch? If you fart, let it go!" Someone teased.
There was laughter in the classroom.
Ling Song shook his head.
Xiao Dezi also fell.
In his previous life, he was so focused on being a chief eunuch, but in this life, he was reduced to doing errands and reporting letters, with a beaming face.
Stupid or not.
Wang Zide spat at the person who made fun of him, and said: "I just came over from the mathematics team office and heard that the results of the league have come out. Wen Yuanchu won the provincial first and entered the provincial team. You are so awesome. You should meet in the afternoon." Post the good news."
Wow.
Everyone turned their envious eyes to Wen Yuanchu.
The master, however, looked calm, still looking at the exercises that Ling Song had done before.
Ling Song didn't understand, so he turned to Wen Yuanchu and asked, "What did he say? What is the league?"
Wen Yuanchu gave a rough explanation.
Envy also appeared on Ling Song's face: "So if you get a good ranking in the national finals, you may be recommended to those key universities, right?"
"Um."
"You are amazing."
Ling Song blurted out, boasting sincerely.
That's really awesome.
People here take the university entrance examination, just like those scholars back then who squeezed their heads to take the imperial examination. Doesn't it mean that people like Wen Yuanchu have locked up the yellow list in advance before taking the examination
It's really enviable.
Unlike him, he is still worrying about double-digit scores in the monthly exam.
Alas, people are better than others, and people are pissed off.
I am suffering.
Wen Yuanchu's expression moved.
"You think... very powerful?"
"Of course it's great, very powerful!"
Wen Yuanchu didn't ask any more questions.
When Ling Song lowered his head to do the questions again, he held onto the mobile phone hidden in his schoolbag and typed.
On the thirteenth day after he came back, he said that I was amazing.
Happy.
In the next math class, the math teacher announced the same good news in class.
Twelve students from their school got the provincial first grade, and four entered the provincial team.
Wen Yuanchu is the only sophomore in high school.
When Ling Song heard this, he immediately felt that Wen Yuanchu was even more powerful.
Clapping clapping along with others
He thought to himself that as a student he taught by hand, he would be really embarrassed if he didn't get double digits in the next monthly math test.
noon.
Ling Song continued to struggle against Tihai, more motivated than a few days ago.
There are only a few students staying in school for lunch in the classroom, and most of them have already slept on their desks in the morning.
Wen Yuanchu left the classroom, not knowing what to do, and never came back.
Ling Song was biting the tip of his pen, thinking hard about the solution to the problem, when someone called him softly from the back door of the classroom.
He turned his head, it was Lin Qiuyi, waving to him at the back door.
Ling Song got up and went out.
Lin Qiuyi lowered her head and asked awkwardly, "Is Wen Yuanchu not here today?"
… Um
"I heard that he entered the provincial team in a number of competitions. It's amazing."
Hearing others praise Wen Yuanchu so much, Ling Song and You Rongyan said, "His grades are good, normal."
The girl blushed slightly, and handed over the pink envelope tightly held in her hand: "This, can I trouble you to give it to Wen Yuanchu for me."
Ling Song blinked.
What's the meaning
"Do me a favor, please." Lin Qiuyi's voice was even softer.
Ling Song glanced at her, the girl looked shy, and he suddenly understood.
The girls here are outgoing and unrestrained, and it's not unusual to do this.
Fine.
Lin Qiuyi thanked her.
Ling Song went back to the classroom, threw the letter on Wen Yuanchu's desk, and left it alone.
Zhang Yang just woke up from a nap. When he turned around and saw this scene, he yelled strangely: "Daughter, you wrote a love letter to Wen Yuanchu again? You are really worthless. He is so enthusiastic about you now, you just throw him down. , What kind of love letters are you writing, beating around the bush."
Ling Song caught the keyword: "I wrote a love letter to Wen Yuanchu before?"
"I wrote it, and I asked my father how to write it, and my father doesn't like boys. It's a pity. At that time, Wen Yuanchu hadn't enlightened, so I threw it away without looking at it. You were so angry that you didn't even eat lunch that day. .”
Ling Song: "..."
How many things did Ling Song do before that made him feel ashamed...
He solemnly explained: "I didn't write this letter, so don't talk nonsense, I just delivered it for someone else."
Zhang Yang didn't believe it at all.
Ling Song was too lazy to say more.
believe it or not.
Wen Yuanchu didn't come back until the class was about to start.
As soon as I sat down, I saw the letter on the table.
He didn't open it, just picked it up and threw it into the trash can at the back of the classroom.
Ling Song lowered his voice: "Hey, you are too much, you don't read it, you don't ask who wrote it, just throw it away?"
Wen Yuanchu glanced at him: "You wrote it?"
"Of course not, what are you thinking?"
Ling Song hastened to get rid of it, so he wouldn't write such a thing to this person!
Wen Yuanchu threw out a sentence: "Then why should I watch it?"
"...you will read what I write?"
"You can try."
He's crazy to try.
"Zhang Yang said that you didn't read what I wrote before, so you just threw it away."
Wen Yuanchu said calmly: "If you write now, I will read it. Your policy theory is well written, and the love letter must be well written. It is worth reading."
Ling Song: "..."
Thank you, this is really unnecessary.
Ling Song went to pick up the envelope, patted the dust off it, and said with a heart full of pity: "At any rate, it's just a girl's heart. It's not good to throw it away. You don't want me to return it to her."
Without waiting for Wen Yuanchu to say anything, he continued to murmur: "I don't look any worse than you, why didn't anyone write me a love letter?"
Lin Qiuyi was clearly his fiancée in the previous life, why did she fall in love with Wen Yuanchu
annoying.
Wen Yuanchu looked away expressionlessly.
Zhang Yang in the front row suppressed his laughter and didn't have the nerve to remind Ling Song.
He didn't invent the title of girl, it was called by those girls in private.
I'm already a girl, who will write a love letter
He should not tell such a cruel truth.
In the last self-study class in the afternoon, Ma Guosheng called Ling Song to the office.
Thinking about it, Ling Song didn't seem to have done anything that he shouldn't have done, so he raised his head up.
Ma Guosheng asked about his study progress, and nodded when he said that he was already studying mathematics in the first semester.
"Yes, Wen Yuanchu told me before that he would help you catch up with the progress before the next semester starts, and he is sure."
After saying a few words, Ma Guosheng hesitated to speak.
Ling Song asked directly: "Mr. Ma, do you have anything to say?"
Ma Guosheng took a sip of tea and looked embarrassed: "Did you hear that Wen Yuanchu entered the provincial team?"
Ling Song nodded.
"He is the only one who entered the provincial team in the second group of senior high school. It is very rare. The teachers in the mathematics group have high expectations for him. The final will be in mid-November. During this time, he was going to participate in the provincial training camp, but he No answer."
"He said that he has no time to make up lessons for you."
"If he refuses to go to the training camp, the place in the provincial team will probably be given to someone else."
Ling Song was stunned.
Ma Guosheng sighed: "Your mathematics teacher Tang asked me to tell you directly that this matter is related to Wen Yuanchu's academic future. If he can get a good ranking in the final, he can be recommended. It's a pity to give up like this. Can you persuade him?" Him? For your make-up lessons, the school can help you find your seniors who have already graduated. They have gone to college and have a lot of time, so there will be no delay. "
Ling Song fell into the water at school and lost his memory. The school was responsible. Even if he couldn't keep up with his studies, he didn't let him repeat the grade directly, and even helped him find someone to make up for him.
Ling Song was a little at a loss.
Wen Yuanchu actually refused to participate in the provincial team training in order to make up lessons for him
"... Let me talk to him."
After school, Ling Song dilly-dally packed his schoolbag, not leaving in a hurry.
Wen Yuanchu helped him correct the exercises he had done in the previous class, and reminded him: "Go back, have dinner early, and continue class in the evening."
Ling Song hummed: "Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow is the weekend, can't I take a break on Friday night?"
"You want to rest?"
"no?"
Wen Yuanchu ticked out a few questions and changed his words: "Then I won't pass tonight, you just finish these ten questions, and I will correct them for you tomorrow."
Ling Song didn't think he would agree at first, but after hearing what he said, he suddenly didn't know how to answer.
Wen Yuanchu looked at him.
After looking at each other for three seconds, Ling Song turned away uncomfortably.
He cleared his throat and said, "Wen Yuanchu."
Wen Yuanchu said nothing.
"... why don't you go to the provincial team training camp?"
"Why are you going?"
"Guaranteed to go to college, isn't it good?"
"I can't recommend it. You can still get into a good university. If you can't keep up with the progress, you can only repeat the grade."
Ling Song felt apprehensive.
It is true to say so, but in this way he has to owe this person a lot of favors.
"Ms. Ma said, help me find someone else to make up for me. If my parents know that you don't go to the training camp, they will definitely not agree..."
"It has nothing to do with you if I don't go to the training camp."
Wen Yuanchu shook his head slightly: "I don't like being restrained. Closed training is boring. You don't have to bear the burden. It's my fault. I shouldn't use you as an excuse in front of the teacher. I will make it clear to the teacher."
"real?"
"real."
Ling Song heaved a sigh of relief.
oh.
It's okay to have nothing to do with him.
Or he seemed to have done something wrong that would bring disaster to the country and the people.
"However, you also helped me. Let's go. I'll treat you to ice cream."
The cold drink shop opposite the school.
Ling Song ordered four double balls in one go, two for him and two for Wen Yuanchu.
"How is it? Am I generous?" Ling Song smiled.
Wen Yuanchu frowned: "Do you invite me to eat, or do you want to eat?"
"Is there a difference?"
"...you eat less."
Brother Ling Song patted Wen Yuanchu on the shoulder nicely: "I just found out today that Ai Qing is really a very good person."
"Where is it good?"
"Anywhere is fine." Ling Song gave a thumbs up.
Wen Yuanchu, who was issued a good card, raised his hand silently, and brushed off his paws on his shoulders.