You’re A Liar

Chapter 16: Tube is too wide

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After the long vacation, I started to go to and from school step by step every day.

Ling Song's study progress is very fast. He has almost finished eighth grade mathematics, and he can speak a few basic conversations in English. Wen Yuanchu plans to add another class to him after this monthly exam.

Although I didn't finish junior high school mathematics within a month, this speed can already be called child-teachable.

In order to reward Ling Song, Wen Yuanchu gave him a bicycle.

It's not as cool as Wen Yuanchu's mountain bike, but it's still pretty good.

He said that after the monthly exam, he must be taught to ride this bike.

Ling Song was very happy.

I deeply feel that Wen Yuanchu is indeed a good person.

The day before the monthly exam, Ma Guosheng talked about the registration of the sports meeting at the class meeting and encouraged everyone to actively participate.

Ling Song was eager to try, and asked Wen Yuanchu: "What project are you applying for?"

Before Wen Yuanchu could answer, he murmured to himself: "You are so good at basketball, you must take part in this one. With you in our class, you can definitely win the first place. What about the others? You have such long legs, you must be able to run, high jump and long jump." It's not a problem, why don't you just report them all?"

Wen Yuanchu said nothing.

In the past, he was never interested in participating in these, unless the teacher asked him to attend by name.

But being looked at by Ling Songsheng's smiling eyes, he couldn't say anything to refuse.

"good."

Ling Song shook his head, he also wanted to sign up.

Wen Yuanchu reminded him: "Don't apply for projects that are too difficult, it's tiring."

Ling Song didn't care about this, and finally he ticked off the 5,000-meter long-distance race.

He must show those girls a look at his manliness!

Wen Yuanchu was speechless: "You must report this?"

Ling Song nodded: "That's it."

"Have you ever run before?"

The little emperor didn't work his limbs and didn't know the grains. In the past, let alone let him run, he had to take a car or a sedan chair when going out.

He probably doesn't even know what five kilometers is.

Ling Song waved his hand boldly: "That's it."

Wen Yuanchu didn't persuade him any more, and silently ticked off the 5,000-meter project.

The Sports Commissioner Jiang Yiming handed over the registration form at the table.

When he came to them, he took a look at Ling Song's form, and sneered, "You're the one with thin arms and legs, how can you report five kilometers?"

Ling Song didn't bother to talk to him.

This person has always been eccentric. Four hundred years ago, he belonged to the kind of troublemaker who would be dragged down and killed with a stick, so he is not qualified to give him a look.

Ling Song's attitude probably made Jiang Yiming a little annoyed.

He endured it, and picked up Wen Yuanchu's registration form again.

A person can only apply for three individual events and one group event, and Wen Yuanchu is fully registered.

Jiang Yiming's face became even more ugly: "Wen Yuanchu, didn't you agree to sign up last year because Teacher Ma asked you three times and four times? Why are you so active this year, and you signed up for everything?"

Wen Yuanchu ignored him, and lowered his head to help Ling Song correct the exercises he just finished.

Jiang Yiming made fun of himself, gave them both a gouging look, and left angrily.

Ling Song approached Wen Yuanchu and asked in a low voice: "That Jiang Yiming, does he have a grudge against you? Why do I feel that he has been targeting you? He has targeted me too?"

Wen Yuanchu didn't explain: "Whatever he says and does, you don't care about him."

… there are oddities.

During class break, when Wen Yuanchu was called away by the teacher, Ling Song reached out and poked Zhang Yang's back.

"Do you know what kind of feud that Jiang Yiming has with Wen Yuanchu? Why is he always acting weird in front of Wen Yuanchu?"

Zhang Yang laughed dryly: "Wen Yuanchu didn't tell you himself?"

"No ah."

Zhang Yang lowered his voice: "Jiang Yiming entered the school through his relationship. He relied on his family's money to run rampant in the school. He probably didn't like Wen Yuanchu's handsome looks and good grades. Girls liked him and wanted to destroy his prestige. Once, he led people to block him outside the school, and in the end, he killed a group of people one by one."

... What happened

But the last time Wen Yuanchu knocked down the three of Hongmao and the others by himself, it didn't take much effort.

"And I heard that Jiang Yiming likes Yao Nana from class three. That girl is very close to Wen Yuanchu. You used to say every day that girls are not as good-looking as you. Wen Yuanchu is blind."

Ling Song: "..."

Are you lying to me

Zhang Yang wanted to say more, when he saw Wen Yuanchu coming back from the back door of the classroom from the corner of his eye, he quickly shut up and turned around.

Ling Song couldn't get back his mind.

Who is Yao Nana? Why never heard Wen Yuanchu mention it

This person looks bored, and he has caused a lot of love debts.

Tsk.

Then there are two days of monthly exams.

Before entering the examination room, Wen Yuanchu reminded Ling Song: "Don't write policy theory in the composition, try to write according to the standard argumentative essay format, you can quote more scriptures, write if you can understand mathematics and English, and you can get a little score. under pressure."

"You seem more nervous than me."

Ling Song looked at him and smiled: "Don't worry, Dad Yuanchu, I won't embarrass you, this time I will definitely be able to reach double digits."

Wen Yuanchu nodded: "Come on."

Ling Song walked into the examination room in a relaxed mood.

Because the total score of the last monthly exam did not exceed 100, he was in the last exam room this time, and his position was at the bottom.

As soon as he sat down, someone turned to talk to him carelessly: "Are you Ling Song?"

Ling Song raised his eyes, and in front of him was a pretty boy, staring at him with a smile.

"who are you?"

"My name is Xia Langxing, from Class 8, as long as you remember my name."

"do not remember."

Ling Song threw out these three words and lowered his head to sharpen his pencil.

Is it just someone who wants me to remember my name? baffling.

The corners of the other party's lips rose even more: "Ling Song, you are very interesting. I am very interested in you. Can I chase you?"

Ling Song frowned: "I, the man."

"I know, I'm not your girl."

"Stay away from me, and I will sue the teacher if you say such things again."

Xia Ranxing: "..."

After the bell rang, Ling Song got the paper and began to write quickly.

He is more comfortable with the Chinese question than last time, so he must get at least 90% this time.

Two days passed in a blink of an eye.

After finishing the last test, Ling Song handed in the paper and left the classroom refreshed.

Xia Langxing chased him out: "Ling Song, can I add a WeChat account?"

Ling Song said with a cold face: "I didn't bring my mobile phone."

Xia Langxing smiled and folded her arms: "Is it so straightforward to refuse? I'm not ugly, am I?"

"ugly."

Ling Song didn't give the slightest bit of face: "People who are not as good-looking as me are not allowed to chase me."

What else Xia Langxing wanted to say, Wen Yuanchu had already appeared at the end of the corridor.

Ling Song ran over, grinning openly: "Wen Yuanchu, let me tell you, I might get 20 points in math this time."

Wen Yuanchu nodded: "It's 20 points, I treat you to ice cream, but I can only order a pair of balls."

"Don't be so stingy..."

The two talked one after another, and walked down together.

When they walked out of the corridor, Xia Langxing who was standing in the corridor on the second floor called out again: "Ling Song."

Ling Song ignored him, and Wen Yuanchu looked up, with a hint of warning in his eyes.

Xia Langxing looked back provocatively.

Wen Yuanchu didn't talk to him anymore.

The driver of Ling's family asked for leave today. Ling Jie's company had something to do and couldn't leave. Ling Song didn't ask anyone else to pick him up. He walked back with Wen Yuanchu.

Wen Yuanchu was pushing the cart, and Ling Song swayed beside him, holding a cup of milk tea in his hand.

Wen Yuanchu asked: "Do you want to sit up? I will drive you back?"

"No, let's go."

When I go back, I have to continue to attend class and do the questions, so I might as well walk slowly.

Wen Yuanchu asked again: "Just now, what did that person tell you?"

Ling Song said "Oh": "Just crazy, say something to chase me, cut, I don't like him, ugly."

He pretended to be romantic, he had seen this kind of person a lot in his previous life.

"You remember what I told you before?"

Ling Song: "What?"

Wen Yuanchu reminded him in a deep voice: "You are not allowed to fall in love early."

Ling Song choked for a moment: "I, a man, like women."

Wen Yuanchu rolled his eyes: "Just remember."

You are really wide-ranging.

Ling Song slandered for a while, but didn't have the guts to speak out.

Wen Yuanchu straddled into the car and signaled to Ling Song, "Come up."

"I don't."

"I just finished the exam today, and I will give you a holiday tonight."

Ling Song immediately sat up on it.

Wen Yuanchu deliberately slowed down, Ling Song clutched his clothes, and said casually: "I don't think I need to learn to ride a bicycle at all, it's good to ride in your car."

"...Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

"They are all troublemakers, ignore them."

Wen Yuanchu: "In your eyes, who is not a troublemaker?"

"You are not."

What he was most afraid of in his previous life was the regent. Even if Wen Yuanchu had a much better temper, he would not dare to be too presumptuous with the same face.

Not to mention calling him a troublemaker.

Try another person other than his parents and brother to control him like this

After arriving home, Ling Song jumped out of the car and thanked Wen Yuanchu.

Wen Yuanchu reminded him: "Go to bed early at night, and get up half an hour earlier every day from tomorrow."

Ling Song: "Why?"

"I'll take you for a morning jog."

"I don't… "

"I can't refuse. You signed up for the 5,000-meter long-distance race. If you rush to participate, you will definitely not be able to persevere. It may also be dangerous. If you keep exercising from tomorrow, you should be better on the day of the sports meeting."

Ling Song reluctantly said, "Then I won't participate."

"No, I've already submitted it. No one has reported for the 5,000 meters every time. It depends on the teacher to make the last call. If you take the initiative to report, you won't be rejected."

The expression on Ling Song's face cracked.

"I'll accompany you." Wen Yuanchu said.

Ling Song's cheeky words came to his lips, and he silently swallowed back Wen Yuanchu's extremely sincere gaze.

He drooped his head depressedly: "Do you have to run in the morning? Can't you run at night?"

"The air is better when you get up early, and I have to teach you lessons in the evening."

He just can't get up.

He hated getting up early in his previous life.

The morning court was once every five days, and he insisted on pushing the regent to postpone it for half an hour, although he suspected that the regent wished him not to go to court.

Ling Song pouted: "Wen Yuanchu, you really care about being my father."

Wen Yuanchu replied calmly: "It should."

No wonder! His father doesn't have so many things.

"Got it, Yuanchu Dad," Ling Song cheered up, "Half an hour earlier, maybe half an hour, I just listen to you."

In order to regain the dignity and self-confidence of men, he fought hard.

"Okay, I'll call you tomorrow morning."

Watching Ling Song enter the house, Wen Yuanchu left by bicycle.

On the thirty-eighth day after he came back, he said he likes women, why am I a man

not happy.