You’re A Liar

Chapter 15: It's a fool

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After Ling Song went back to the post that Wen Yuanchu said, he dug it out and took a closer look.

He studied for a long time before he figured out how the post bar works.

So I registered an account and logged in, and replied below the original post.

[I can live another five hundred years]: How dare you call me a boy and girl

[I can live another five hundred years]: Ling Song is so handsome, why do you want to be mothers

Refresh again, and soon there are a few more replies.

[Head of Counseling Mother Group No. 1]: You who are in ls can't think about it. My cub is so delicate and pretty. When the old mother sees the cub, she is overwhelmed with maternal love. She wants to be a mother and shut you up for peace!

[Countling heart mother's love]: Counseling is so cute, she must be a girl, lss prohibits gender discrimination (.

[Hold high the Yuan Song banner from today]: So what? Do you engage in mother-son love? Everyone is a decent person, full of thoughts, isn't Yuan Song fragrant

Ling Song: ...

These words are strange no matter what, so just speak well, with any Fanbang language.

Just like you, Xiao wants to be my mother all the time, so I have the nerve to say that I am a decent person.

Also, what is Yuan Song

He wandered around the post bar again.

Most of the posts are students from No. 1 Middle School bragging, saying strange things that he can't understand, until he sees the following headlines.

[Lai Tao, two or three things that the school grass and the school belle have to say]

Ling Song clicked in.

Sure enough, it was about him and Wen Yuanchu.

Wen Yuanchu gave him extra lessons because he liked him.

To play basketball for him is to like him.

Teaching him to ride a bicycle at the school gate is like him.

To accompany him to participate in group activities is to like him.

Giving up the Mathematical Provincial Team for him loves him even more deeply.

Ling Song was dumbfounded.

... Did these people put the sky eye behind him and Wen Yuanchu

How do you know everything

Wen Yuanchu likes him

What a joke, Zhang Yang and the others clearly said that Wen Yuanchu had never paid attention to him before.

Not to mention, there is still a person who can't ask for it hidden in Wen Yuanchu's heart.

He's a fool to believe it.

This post is very high, and all kinds of strange arguments are unsightly.

Ling Song half understood.

In short, it is right that he and Wen Yuanchu are in a relationship because they are obsessive.

These girls were not ashamed, and he blushed when he saw them.

Why are little girls like this now...

horrible.

Ling Song was very awkward.

Four hundred years ago, he was programmed to have an affair with the regent, and four hundred years later, he was rumored to be innocent of Wen Yuanchu. Why is it so difficult for him.

[I can live another five hundred years]: You people, it would be a pity if you don't make plays, you're all pretentious.

As soon as he posted this, he was besieged again as expected.

Those ids called Ling Song who wanted to hit someone after seeing it took turns to educate him.

The brain is a good thing, I hope he has it, Yuan Song is true, if you don't believe me, ask Wen Yuanchu.

It was obvious that no one would dare to ask Wen Yuanchu.

Wen Yuanchu sent him a message.

Wen Yuanchu: Don't look at those messy posts, I'll have someone delete them soon.

Ling Song: ... How do you know I'm watching

Wen Yuanchu: Guess.

That's okay too

After waiting for half an hour, those two posts were deleted.

Ling Song was a little surprised that Wen Yuanchu really knew someone from the Student Union, he thought he had no relationship with anyone.

Ling Song: You let someone delete it, and the person deletes it, so easy to talk about

Wen Yuanchu: Yes.

Ling Song: Are you a girl

Wen Yuanchu: ... Mmm.

Wen Yuanchu: I'm not familiar with it. I added the contact information when I helped the teacher together before.

Ling Song: ...

You really don't have to explain it to me.

Wen Yuanchu: Don't take what is said in the post to heart.

Ling Song: I didn't take it to heart, I'm not a fool, how could I believe those fabricated lies, the person you like is not me, I know it.

Wen Yuanchu did not reply.

Ling Song:

Why is he suddenly ignoring people

Early the next morning, Wen Yuanchu came to help Ling Song make up lessons again.

Let Ling Song do the quiz questions he gave yesterday.

Ling Song bit his pen, absent-minded.

He didn't sleep well last night and had a dream all night.

For a while, I dreamed that Wen Yuanchu told him that I liked him expressionlessly, and for a while, Wen Yuanchu in the dream turned into Wen Che again.

There are even those girls with bloody mouths, chasing after his ass and calling him a girl, and then arresting him, making him a big face, braiding his hair, putting on red wedding clothes, forcing him into the sedan chair, and He sent it to Wen Yuanchu, no, it should be Wen Che.

He woke up with a start at four in the morning and stared until dawn.

Seeing that Ling Song had been in a daze and it took him a long time to finish writing two questions, Wen Yuanchu knocked on the table: "Don't be distracted."

"oh… "

Ling Song's eyelids were slightly blue, he was tired, and he didn't sleep well.

Wen Yuanchu frowned: "What time did you go to bed last night?"

Ling Song yawned: "Eleven or twelve, I don't remember."

"Did you have a nightmare? Why didn't you sleep well?"

"Probably," Ling Song's mood faded, "it's scarier than a nightmare."

Sure enough, he was influenced by the "Secret History of Dacheng" and the nonsense in the posts on the post bar.

Try to think about irrelevant things.

Wen Yuanchu didn't ask again: "Finish these few questions and take another day off today."

Ling Song was surprised: "Really?"

"Well, it's only a day, nothing can be delayed."

Ling Song cheered up and finished Wen Yuanchu's problem.

Wen Yuanchu corrected him and explained the wrong question again.

"That's it for today, I'm tired and go to bed for a while."

Ling Song stretched, looked up at Wen Yuanchu who had already stood up.

Being stared at by Ling Song, Wen Yuanchu raised his eyebrows.

Ling Song turned his eyes uncomfortably, remembering the love words this man said in the dream that made him blush, he was so embarrassed that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Wen Yuanchu: "What are you thinking?"

Ling Song sneered, and asked hesitantly: "Did you see the nonsense yesterday's post about you and me...?"

"Um."

"Why didn't you ask someone to delete it earlier when you saw it?"

Wen Yuanchu didn't take it seriously: "I don't care."

"... Don't you care if they say those random and strange things?"

"It's not all fake."

Ling Song was taken aback.

"You did have thoughts about me before, you wrote me love letters, and you confessed to me face to face."

Wen Yuanchu didn't blush at all.

Ling Song almost fell off the chair.

"Wait, I told you earlier, I don't remember anything from the past, why are you bringing it up again?"

Wen Yuanchu had a cold face: "Just to tell you."

What does this person mean? ?

Ling Song stretched out his finger in the direction of the door: "You go, hurry up."

Wen Yuanchu walked to the door, and before leaving, he finally reminded him: "Don't fall asleep because of this kind of thing, don't think too much."

Ling Song refused to admit it: "I didn't, it's because you think too much."

Wen Yuanchu didn't say any more: "Rest well today, I'll come tomorrow."

Ling Song lay back on the bed.

He was so angry by Wen Yuanchu that he couldn't sleep anymore.

Child Ling Chaochao brought up the fruit plate cut by his mother, and when he entered the door, he asked, "Where is brother Yuanchu? Are you leaving?"

Ling Song was weak: "What's your name, brother? Why are you being so affectionate to him?"

Ling Chaochao's eyes showed disdain: "It must be my uncle who ran away my brother Yuanchu in anger."

Ling Song: "Smelly brat, why are you talking? It's not big or small."

Ling Chaochao was not convinced: "I'm not wrong, my uncle used to pester Brother Yuanchu every day, and always used me as an excuse to take me to Brother Yuanchu's house to play, but every time he did stupid things and provoked Brother Yuanchu angry."

Ling Song: "... What did I do stupidly?"

"Brother Yuanchu's collection of ginkgo leaf specimens was broken by you clumsily. Brother Yuanchu was very angry that time. I have never seen him look so ugly. He kicked us out and made you Don't go to his house in the future, you went there yesterday, and he let you in?"

Ling Song blinked, there is such a thing

Isn't it just a leaf? Wen Yuanchu is so narrow-minded

"When did you say that?"

"Last year. Since then, brother Yuanchu has ignored you. Even though he didn't like to talk to you at first, you are fine, and you have become even more pestering."

Ling Song was also not convinced: "You are talking nonsense, how could he ignore me, he took the initiative to give me extra lessons."

"Oh," Ling Chaochao dragged his voice, "The fierce girl is afraid of pestering her husband, so my uncle will continue to work hard, come on."

Ling Song was angry: "You talk nonsense, where did you learn from? I'll tell your parents to spank you."

Ling Chaochao stuck out his tongue at him, turned and ran away.

Ling Song snorted, brat, he wasn't as cute as he was when he was a child in his previous life.

He was a little guilty, although he wasn't the one who caused Wen Yuanchu to dislike him, but Wen Yuanchu didn't know.

After hesitating for a while holding the phone, Ling Song sent a WeChat message.

Ling Song: Did I damage your ginkgo leaf specimens before? I heard what Chaochao said.

Wen Yuanchu: Yes.

Ling Song: Well, what do you mean, I heard you were very angry? Are you so mean? I will pay you a slice.

Wen Yuanchu: There are no ginkgo trees in Haicheng.

Ling Song: Then where did you get your specimens

After that, Wen Yuanchu didn't come back, Ling Song was puzzled, and dialed the phone back and forth boredly.

After a full ten minutes, there was another one sent over there.

Wen Yuanchu: I picked it up in the backyard of the Forbidden City, Xingqing Palace.

Ling Song was stunned.

Many sporadic events from his previous life flashed through his mind in an instant.

In the second year of his accession to the throne, he complained to others that the back of the palace was empty. Looking at the depression, the regent suggested to him that he could plant some flowers and plants that were easy to feed. Later, he became interested and planted the ginkgo tree by himself. Tree.

At that time, he would often drink tea and rest under the tree. When he died, the tree was very lush and verdant.

Is the tree really still there

Ling Song: You have been to the Forbidden City, when did you go

Wen Yuanchu: A few years ago.

Ling Song: ... Is it fun

Wen Yuanchu: It was very lively.

In the past, the place with the most strict rules and regulations, now you can just buy a ticket to enter, can it not be lively

Thinking of this, Ling Song felt a little uncomfortable.

Ling Song: The leaves you pick up casually are so precious, aren’t they

Wen Yuanchu: It looks good.

Ling Song: Is this your profile picture

Wen Yuanchu: Yes.

It's just so-so, I don't see anything particularly good-looking.

Ling Song couldn't understand.

never mind.

Ling Song: Wait for me next time, I'll pick up another piece and return it to you.

Wen Yuanchu: Good.