After that, I took classes for eight consecutive days until the National Day holiday.
The National Day and the Mid-Autumn Festival will be closed for eight days.
There is no need for make-up classes in the second grade of high school, but the teachers of all subjects did not let everyone off, assigning homework in competition with the competition, and the classroom was full of wailing.
The only ones who didn't look the slightest were Ling Song and Wen Yuanchu.
One does not need to be written.
One writes casually.
This week, Wen Yuanchu still gave Ling Song extra lessons every night and supervised him to do the questions during the day.
The school persuaded and persuaded, but failed to make Wen Yuanchu change his mind, insisting on refusing to participate in the provincial team training.
The final spot had to be given up to someone else.
During this period, Ma Guosheng also called his parents.
It was Mama Wen who answered the phone. After hearing what Ma Guosheng said, Mama Wen smiled very politely and said: "Our child has big ideas, and we don't listen to them. If he doesn't want to go, let it be. Next time he has a chance, he will fight for it." Thank you, teacher, for your concern."
Ma Guosheng can only forget it.
Parents have said so, what else can their teachers say.
In the last self-study class before school, everyone is ready to move, and they are not in the mood to study again.
The classroom is full of gossiping, passing notes, and secretly playing games.
No matter how much homework there is, it will be a holiday.
Everyone is very excited.
Except Ling Song.
It doesn't matter to him whether he is on vacation or not, he still has to face mountains and seas of problems every day.
Zhang Yang turned his head and asked him in a low voice: "Girl, we have an appointment to go out to play and eat together tomorrow, are you going?"
"playing what?"
"Maybe roller skating."
Ling Song turned his head to look at Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu avoided his gaze: "Go if you want. Tomorrow and Mid-Autumn Festival are off, and the other six days are classes."
Ling Song was immediately elated: "Really?"
"Um."
Zhang Yang was a little speechless.
He didn't know that his daughter was eaten to death by Wen Yuanchu.
How embarrassing.
When making up classes in the evening, Ling Song was always absent-minded, looking at his phone from time to time, Zhang Yang and the others were discussing where to go tomorrow in the group.
Wen Yuanchu knocked on the table and reminded him: "Be careful."
Ling Song's mind moved, and he asked casually: "Wen Yuanchu, aren't you planning to go out these few days? Are you bored at home every day?"
Wen Yuanchu's hand holding the pen paused for a moment: "I'll make up lessons for you."
"That's two days away."
Ling Song: "How about, why don't you go with me tomorrow? Anyway, you are not too many."
Wen Yuanchu hesitated and said, "They will be uncomfortable."
"Are you talking about publicizing them?" Ling Song disagreed, "Don't worry, they are all classmates, so why not feel uncomfortable."
"… good."
After seeing off Wen Yuanchu after class, Ling Song glanced at his phone, the group hadn't stopped all night, and said that it was boring to play with just a few of them, so he asked a girl to go with him.
One of them made a little girlfriend, who was in the second class of liberal arts, and would bring four or five girls who had a good time with them.
There was a roar of wolves in the group.
Remembering that Lin Qiuyi was in the second class of liberal arts, Ling Song sent her a message.
Ling Song: Are you going roller skating tomorrow? Several girls in your class will go.
Lin Qiuyi: I was just going to tell you that I have already made an appointment.
Ling Song: Just right, I called Wen Yuanchu along, and you should dress up tomorrow.
Lin Qiuyi: Ahhhhhhh!
Lin Qiuyi: Kneel and kowtow.jpg
Ling Song is secretly refreshed: Let's get down.
Early the next morning.
When Ling Song walked out of the house, Wen Yuanchu was already waiting for him outside.
"Go by bike?"
Wen Yuanchu nodded: "Assemble at the school, we will ride there and park the car at the school."
Ling Song sat in the back seat of Wen Yuanchu's car again, wrapping his hands around his waist.
They went late, and everyone else was already waiting at the school gate.
Seeing Ling Song sitting behind Wen Yuanchu's car shaking his feet, everyone: "..."
On the way to the subway station, Zhang Yang secretly asked Ling Song, "Why did you bring him?"
"Be a matchmaker."
Zhang Yang: "?"
Go to the roller skating hall first.
It took 20 minutes to take the subway from the school. On the first day of the long holiday, the subway was crowded with people.
A dozen of them were scattered in the two carriages. Wen Yuanchu found the only empty seat at the corner, let Ling Song sit down, and he stood in front.
Ling Song saw Lin Qiuyi standing with another girl, and called out, "Come and sit down."
Lin Qiuyi gave up the seat to her female companion, and she stood with Ling Song and Wen Yuanchu.
Because of the large number of people, there are always crowds of people.
Lin Qiuyi was a little embarrassed and didn't dare to visit Wen Yuanchu.
Ling Song's eyes flicked back and forth between them.
Lin Qiuyi was wearing a green dress, her long hair was loose, and she put on light makeup. She looked better than her usual plain face at school, and she was indeed well-groomed.
However, Wen Yuanchu's face was indifferent, he closed his eyes and rested his mind, and no one paid attention to him.
Ling Song felt sorry for his wrist, he was really a piece of wood.
When we arrived at the roller skating rink, everyone played quickly.
There were a few girls who couldn't, and immediately some boys volunteered to teach.
Lin Qiuyi also didn't know how, before anyone else could take the initiative, Ling Song gave Wen Yuanchu a push first: "Go and teach Lin Qiuyi."
Wen Yuanchu looked at him: "Why me?"
Ling Song smiled: "It's a little effort, don't be so stingy."
Wen Yuanchu's eyes froze slightly, he didn't say anything, and headed into the roller skating rink with a dull head.
Ling Song clicked his tongue, sat down and began to put on his shoes.
… etc.
Neither will he!
Lin Qiuyi carefully moved to Wen Yuanchu's side.
With a blushing face, she asked him in a low voice: "Can you teach me?... Please."
Ling Song clasped his hands on the fence, and moved forward with difficulty and awkwardly.
He didn't expect roller skating to be so difficult.
Seeing other people skating so fast one by one, and posing in various poses to be handsome, he couldn't help being envious, and even a little angry.
This group of thugs are all preoccupied with the girls, and no one cares about me.
annoying.
Ling Song raised his eyes and saw Wen Yuanchu and Lin Qiuyi were on the other side of the fence.
The two seemed to get along quite harmoniously. Lin Qiuyi slid forward slowly, talking to Wen Yuanchu, with a smile on her face from time to time.
Wen Yuanchu turned his back to him, unable to see his expression clearly.
Ling Song suddenly felt a little sour.
Everyone is in pairs, only he is alone.
Wen Yuanchu casually pointed out Lin Qiuyi, but he didn't hold her hand in hand to teach like everyone else.
The smile on Lin Qiuyi's face almost froze, staggering and trying to maintain her balance.
She almost fell several times, but Wen Yuanchu didn't reach out to help her.
In the end, she was discouraged, squatted down, and waved her hand: "Forget it, I give up."
Ling Song also gave up, and after two unremarkable falls, he sat on the sidelines and took a rest.
Wen Yuanchu came over and sat down beside him in silence.
Ling Song turned his head to look at him.
Wen Yuanchu looked back.
Ling Song: "Aren't you going to teach Lin Qiuyi anymore? What are you doing sitting here?"
Wen Yuanchu: "Why should I teach her?"
Ling Song: "...you are a real person, girls are clearly interested in you, why are you so indifferent?"
Wen Yuanchu turned his eyes away: "I didn't see her."
Ling Song choked: "Okay, I know, you have someone in your heart, but since the person you said doesn't like you at all, you might as well look at other people, there is no grass in the end of the world, isn't Lin Qiuyi pretty good? Pretty and lively."
"I didn't see her."
Wen Yuanchu repeated again, lowering his voice: "Don't do this kind of thing in the future."
"... If you don't do it, you don't do it."
Listen to Wen Yuanchu's language
Ling Song was a little bit aggrieved by the impatience in his air.
Although he really wanted to watch the excitement, he didn't have bad intentions. Why is this person like this...
Forget it, he won't have much to do in the future.
This man really has no friends.
After a while of silence, Wen Yuanchu softened his voice: "Do you want to skate? I'll teach you."
"No, thank you."
Ling Song had a cold face.
Wen Yuanchu got up and left.
After a while, Lin Qiuyi came over and sat down, kicked off her shoes, dejected.
Ling Song looked at her.
Lin Qiuyi sighed: "You're right, he's just a piece of wood, I can't think about it so much, it's not good to like anyone, I have to like him."
… Ah.
Lin Qiuyi raised her eyes and stared at Ling Song for a closer look: "You're pretty good-looking too, why don't I like you?"
"No need." Ling Song refused without hesitation.
Although he had a predestined relationship with Lin Qiuyi in his previous life, there is no need to renew the relationship.
When Lin Qiuyi saw him, his reaction was even more shocked: "Even you look down on me."
Ling Song coughed lightly: "You can't say that, what do you mean I can't even look down on you, do you mean that I am worse than Wen Yuanchu?"
unacceptable.
How can I not be as good as Wen Yuanchu's piece of wood
Lin Qiuyi ignored him.
When Wen Yuanchu came back, he handed Ling Song the milk tea he had just bought in his hand.
Ling Song didn't know why.
Wen Yuanchu said in a low voice: "Please drink,...don't be angry."
Lin Qiuyi got up and left silently.
Ling Song took the milk tea, feeling embarrassed.
He obediently admitted his mistake: "I'm not angry with you, I was wrong first, I didn't ask you clearly about your preferences, and I made my own way to help you match others."
"However, do you really not think about Lin Qiuyi? I really think she's pretty good."
Wen Yuanchu sat down without making a sound, and there were some unspeakable emotions in his eyes.
Ling Song was inexplicably discouraged, and smiled flatteringly: "I said nonsense, if you don't think about it, don't think about it, it has nothing to do with me."
"You can't fall in love early."
?
Wen Yuanchu reminded him in a deep voice: "I can't, and neither can you."
All right.
Four hundred years ago, seventeen-year-old children could run all over the place.
Four hundred years later, falling in love at the age of seventeen is called puppy love.
"If you secretly fall in love early, I'll tell my uncle and aunt."
Ling Song choked up: "Why do you still follow other people's small reports?"
"I'm here for you."
Ling Song was very angry.
Although he didn't want to fall in love early, but he was threatened by others, why was he so upset
If he dared to threaten him like this in his previous life, he would have been dragged out to feed the dogs long ago.
No, the regent dared to threaten him like this.
Sure enough, this man was as annoying as the regent.
"You are obedient, I will buy you delicious food every day from now on."
Ling Song said angrily: "I have money, I don't need you to buy it."
"Do you know what's delicious?"
... He really didn't know, there were so many new things here that he hadn't tasted.
Fine.
Ling Song solemnly declared: "I really don't plan to fall in love early, don't talk nonsense with my parents."
"Um."