Ling Song was stunned.
His mind froze for a moment and slowly restarted, and then he remembered that he himself said first, that he wanted to live past the age of nineteen.
Wen Yuanchu followed him.
But why does it sound like this...
Before Ling Song could ask, Wen Yuanchu had already passed him and walked forward.
Ling Song followed: "Hey Wen Yuanchu, what do you mean?"
"think it yourself."
Wen Yuanchu threw out this sentence in a muffled voice, as if he was still angry.
He wants a fart!
"How do I know what kind of medicine is sold in your gourd? It's so weird."
"Wen Yuanchu, you won't be really tempted by me because I have been stalking you before."
"Don't you still say that you have someone you like? Does this count as empathy?"
Ling Song finished the nonsense with a smile, but seeing Wen Yuanchu's serious expression, he frowned as if he was even angrier.
He fell silent for a moment, inexplicably guilty.
He blurted out the sentence "I'm joking, don't take it seriously", and ran away quickly.
Go back and go to class.
Wen Yuanchu seemed to be extraordinarily silent today, except for lecturing, he ignored Ling Song's nonsense.
Ling Song didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't talk about it.
He peeked at Wen Yuanchu several times.
Wen Yuanchu's eyelashes drooped, his attention was all on the textbook, his lecture was not loud, but his words were clear and pleasant to listen to.
Ling Song's mind wandered away again.
Accompany him to live past the age of nineteen.
What exactly does this sentence mean? Why did Wen Yuanchu tell him this
well.
I don't understand, I don't understand.
He was sure that Wen Yuanchu didn't like him, but now he was a little uncertain.
Not that he is narcissistic.
With Wen Yuanchu's boring personality, he is really warm to him, which is different from others.
Will Wen Yuanchu really like him
As long as he thinks about this possibility, he feels his scalp go numb, inexplicably and somewhat indescribably dark.
Being a human being is really contradictory.
Ling Song's treacherous eyes drifted to Wen Yuanchu's face again.
This guy actually looks really good-looking...
In his previous life, he felt that the Prince Regent was good-looking, and he was the only one who admitted that he was better-looking than himself.
But the regent is too fierce.
Although Wen Yuanchu was cold most of the time, he was much better than the regent.
The same face, on Wen Yuanchu's body, looks much more pleasing to the eye.
Wen Yuanchu raised his eyes.
When his eyes collided with each other, Ling Song hurriedly withdrew.
Wen Yuanchu: "What are you thinking?"
"It's nothing, I didn't think about anything, don't worry too much." Ling Song was serious.
"You have."
"What's the matter!" Ling Song raised his voice, "You are thinking too much!"
Wen Yuanchu exposed him: "The louder the voice, the more guilty you are, you said it yourself."
Is there
It seems that there is, he said that to Jiang Yiming before.
But Ling Song refused to admit it: "I don't remember."
Wen Yuanchu didn't say any more, and asked him to do a random question on the manuscript paper.
The subject is extremely difficult.
Ling Song glared at him.
Wen Yuanchu looked back calmly.
After a few seconds of stalemate, Ling Song was defeated first, and reluctantly took over the question.
ten minutes later.
Ling Song looked at Wen Yuanchu with bitterness and hatred on his face: "Father Yuanchu, I was wrong."
Wen Yuanchu picked up the pen, brushed down a few strokes to write down the idea of solving the problem, and quickly explained it to him.
Ling Song became even more depressed after hearing this: "This is too difficult."
"This is a math problem in the first year of high school. You can't do it normally."
Ling Song: "..."
Wen Yuanchu put down his pen and looked at Ling Song squarely: "What you said earlier, you don't need to feel pressure."
Ling Song was stunned: "... what?"
"I said it casually, there is no other meaning."
"oh-"
Let me tell you earlier, I was almost self-indulgent.
Sure enough, he thought too much.
Wen Yuanchu picked up his pen again: "Continue to class."
Monday morning.
The monthly exam results are released one after another.
Ling Song Chinese 92, English 33, Mathematics 21.
The result was better than expected.
Wen Yuanchu took a closer look at his papers, and found that Ling Song had indeed done everything he knew how to do, and when he caught up, his grades should reach the upper-middle level of the class.
Ling Song was not very satisfied: "I deducted two points for my essay, and I got full marks for my essay writing last time."
"That's because you are lucky, you will write like this in the future, please be safe."
Ling Song snatched Wen Yuanchu's Chinese paper, and this man's score was higher than his, with a score of 98.
What he wrote was a parallel essay.
Ling Song was very surprised: "Why can you write this? But don't let me write?"
"I'm practicing pen." Wen Yuanchu said casually.
"Even if I get a zero score in the composition, the total score can still rank among the top in my age."
Ling Song shut his mouth.
- so angry.
He read a section of Wen Yuanchu's article, and the more he read it, the more curious he became: "Wen Yuanchu, you have a good knowledge of ancient prose, I really didn't see it."
"Well, it's okay."
Ling Song was a little unhappy.
Before, he was still talking about his own policy theory in front of this person, but now it seems that he is just like a fool.
This person may be laughing at him in his heart.
Wen Yuanchu seemed to see his dissatisfaction, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Your proficiency in ancient Chinese is better than mine."
Nonsense, I am an unearthed living cultural relic, but you are not.
Ling Song didn't want to talk to him.
"As agreed before, you scored 20 points in math, and I'll treat you to ice cream."
Only then did Ling Song have a smiling face: "Okay, okay, I've got 30 points in English, can I order two?"
"… no."
you go.
Wen Yuanchu wanted to say something, but someone came in and called him, "Wen Yuanchu, someone is looking for you."
A girl stood at the door of the classroom.
Wen Yuanchu paused, got up and went out.
Ling Song took a look, she was a very pretty girl with a high ponytail.
Huh
Zhang Yang turned around and reminded him in a low voice, "That's Yao Nana."
"... who is it?"
Zhang Yang was speechless: "Your rival in love, Yao Nana."
I remembered.
The object of Jiang Yiming's crush is said to be very close to Wen Yuanchu.
Originally, he didn't really believe what Zhang Yang said, but now that he saw Wen Yuanchu standing in the corridor talking to someone, he felt a little something no matter how he looked at it.
This girl is indeed prettier than Lin Qiuyi.
Is it the person Wen Yuanchu mentioned earlier
His vision is really high enough.
"Why haven't I seen it before?" Ling Song muttered softly.
"Yao Nana is a piano student. She went abroad to participate in an international competition. She just came back two days ago."
Oh, I came to the door as soon as I came back, and I really have a good relationship.
Zhang Yang continued: "Although, daughter, you are the school girl who voted first in the post bar, and Yao Nana can only be second, but among the boys, she is the real school girl."
Ling Song asked abruptly: "Boys, which boys? Does that include you?"
"No way," Zhang Yang assured him with a smile, "In my eyes, of course the girl is the most beautiful."
Thank you.
Wen Yuanchu didn't return until after the class bell rang, still holding something in his hand.
The teacher has entered the classroom.
Ling Song immersed himself in the questions, and didn't give Wen Yuanchu a single corner of his vision.
Ten minutes later.
A note was handed to Ling Song.
He raised his eyes subconsciously, Wen Yuanchu looked ahead and sat upright.
What's the meaning
Ling Song opened the note.
[Yao Nana is the daughter of my father's company partner. I have known her since childhood, that's all. She just returned to China and brought me some foreign specialties. There is no other meaning.]
Ling Song was speechless.
What is he doing
He flamboyantly added a sentence below.
[Do not want to know.]
Throw the note back to Wen Yuanchu.
At noon, Yao Nana appeared at the door of the classroom again, and made an appointment with Wen Yuanchu for dinner.
Ling Song walked out with the others shoulder to shoulder, but was stopped by Wen Yuanchu.
"You come with us."
"That's not good..."
Before Ling Song could finish speaking, Wen Yuanchu's eyes fixed on him, and he unconsciously moved over.
Wang Zide raised his hand: "Boss, I will go to Cengfan with you."
He was dragged away by the neck by others.
"Did you wink at you, what's the matter with your little eunuch in the Shura field?"
There were only three of them left in the corridor, Ling Song asked, "What are you eating?"
Wen Yuanchu proposed to Yao Nana: "You choose."
The girl smiled and said, "Let's eat Chinese food. I ate bread and hamburger sandwiches outside for two months, and I almost threw up."
"good."
They went to the shopping mall near the school they had been to last time together, and chose a high-style Chinese restaurant.
Ling Song studied the recipes, and listened to what Yao Nana told Wen Yuanchu about the competition abroad.
Wen Yuanchu still looked dead. He only replied after three or five sentences were said by others.
I don't understand the style at all.
The dishes ordered were served quickly.
Ling Song put his head down and ate hard.
He didn't know this girl, so he couldn't get along with her a word, just eat.
When Wen Yuanchu went to pay the bill, Yao Nana took the initiative to ask Ling Song with a smile: "I heard that you lost your memory in the lake, are you okay now?"
Ling Song blinked: "You know me?"
Yao Nana was even happier: "Yes, I know the boy who stole our school's name, how could I not know him?"
Ling Song was speechless.
"Well, I haven't attended class for two months, and I can't keep up with the progress. I originally wanted to ask Wen Yuanchu to make up for me, but now it seems that I can't."
Ling Song was inexplicably guilty, what he said was as if he had robbed her boyfriend.
Yao Nana said, "Don't get me wrong, I have nothing to do with Wen Yuanchu, I'd be happy, but he doesn't like me."
... Can't even look down on Yao Nana who is so beautiful
Who is the person Wen Yuanchu mentioned
When Wen Yuanchu came back, Ling Song was still thinking about this question.
The waiter brings desserts after the meal.
Ling Song is a big cup of strawberry yogurt ice cream.
Ling Song smiled, and immediately put those incomprehensible things behind him.
Wen Yuanchu stared at him eating.
Yao Nana looked at Ling Song, then at Wen Yuanchu, resting her chin on one hand, thoughtful.
Before entering the classroom, Yao Nana called Ling Song to stop: "Can I have a few words with you alone?"
Wen Yuanchu frowned.
Yao Nana signaled him: "Wen Yuanchu, you go in first."
Wen Yuanchu silently warned her with his eyes, and stepped into the classroom first.
Yao Nana took out her phone and shook it: "Add a WeChat."
It doesn't matter to Ling Song, just add it, who doesn't want to deal with beautiful girls.
Yao Nana glanced at him and saw that the one at the top of his wechat chat history was Wen Yuanchu, and she smiled meaningfully.
"Ling Song, you've always liked Wen Yuanchu before, right?"
Before he could explain, Yao Nana said again: "Then we can barely be regarded as rivals in love. I found something interesting, but I won't say it."
"I see that you didn't shy away from chasing him before. Every time you saw me, you would stare at me. You don't mind if I say this?"
Ling Song smiled dryly: "I was young and ignorant before, but now I have amnesia, so don't mention the past again."
Yao Nana was instantly amused by him: "You are quite interesting."
Ling Song asked her: "The person he likes is really not you?"
Yao Nana raised her eyebrows: "You also know that he has someone he likes?"
"I heard him mention it."
"I'm guessing, of course it's not me. If it were me, I would have married him long ago. I confessed my love to him in the second year of junior high school. Forget it. Don't bring up the past, but..."
The girl smiled and shook her head: "Now he probably doesn't like the original one, after all, it's been several years, and I haven't seen him with anyone before."
makes sense.
Ling Songxin said, but he was just curious.
Before leaving, Yao Nana finally said to Ling Song: "I am quite convinced that I lost to you. In fact, I voted for you myself."
Thank you so much.
Ling Song had a cold face.
Wen Yuanchu stared at the two talking and laughing outside the classroom.
Desperately hold back the idea of taking people back.
On the forty-first day after he came back, do girls look as good as me? Why bother with her.
So unhappy.