After dawdling for a full half a minute, Ling Song had no choice but to go back to his seat, and sat down timidly, leaning his body to the right, keeping as far away from the person beside him as possible.
He could feel the other person's eyes staring at him, but he didn't dare to look back, so he just stared at the blackboard in front of him.
It wasn't until the man looked away and stopped looking at him that Ling Song's rapid heartbeat calmed down a little.
The anxiety in my heart is not reduced by half.
No one else remembers, will he remember
What if he remembered
So what if I remember? Now it is four hundred years later, can he poison himself to death again
But the regent is so capable, he wants to kill himself again, it's easy, right
Why don't you act preemptively and kill him first
The first and second quarters are Ma Guosheng's continuous Chinese class.
Ling Song fought with heaven and man, thinking wildly for two whole classes.
What Ma Guosheng said on the podium, he didn't listen to a word.
Ma Guosheng saw him several times during the period, and was very satisfied to see him sitting upright and staring at the blackboard.
This child seems to be more obedient than before, very good.
When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Ma Guosheng finished his homework and left the classroom.
The classroom, which had been silent just now, suddenly became noisy. Students in twos and threes pushed to go out, and the rest ran around looking for someone to play with.
When the person beside him stood up, Ling Song became tense again, and his back tensed up. It wasn't until the person walked out of the back door of the classroom that his mind suddenly relaxed.
Four or five classmates gathered around Ling Song's table and chatted with him chirping.
"Boss, I heard that you stayed in the hospital for several days? What's going on, is it so serious?"
"Why did you suddenly fall into the lake? We were all shocked when we heard that."
"I said why Brother Hai seems to be very kind to you today. It turns out that he is taking care of the injured."
"Why don't you just stay at home and rest for another week, the monthly exam is coming soon, it would be nice to just escape the catastrophe."
Ling Song is not used to these people hooking shoulders and backs. He was a prince and emperor in his previous life, and no one has ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of him.
Mainly, he didn't know any of these people.
No, there was one he recognized.
He looked at the smiling little boy on the left in amazement, and blurted out, "Xiao Dezi?"
The boy complained: "Boss, why are you calling me like that again? We agreed not to call me."
Ling Song's eyes moved down and landed on his crotch. He paused for a few seconds, his body took a step faster than his mind, and he reached out to grab a handful.
The boy clutched his crotch and jumped back quickly, his face flushed red: "Boss, how can you play hooligans to others casually! They don't obey!"
The people around roared with laughter.
Ling Song withdrew his hand expressionlessly.
Xiao Dezi was his personal servant and eunuch in his previous life.
"You, what's your name?" Afraid of being misunderstood, he added, "I fell into the lake and lost my memory."
But no one believed him: "I still have leukemia, you think you are acting in a Korean drama? And amnesia."
"I really lost my memory," Ling Song said solemnly, "If you don't believe me, ask Mrs... the head teacher."
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, suspicion gradually appeared in his eyes.
Ling Song nodded: "It's true."
Several students reported their families one by one.
It turns out that Xiao Dezi's name is Wang Zide, which is quite a good name, at least better than Ma Taifu's name in his life.
Ling Song asked two questions: "Why do you call me the boss? Who are you talking about, Brother Hai?"
"Boss, how can you forget us, you are so ruthless, cruel and vexatious, huh."
Wang Zide howled for a while, and the others believed that Ling Song had really lost his memory, and explained in a hurry.
Why is he called the boss, because he is self-proclaimed.
Who is Brother Hai, head teacher Ma Guosheng, didn't you look at his Mediterranean side
“… what is the Mediterranean Sea?”
Well, I really don't remember anything.
There was faint sympathy in the eyes of everyone, and they patted him on the shoulder one by one: "Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you don't remember, the fathers will cover you from now on."
Ling Song frowned, didn't care about the rudeness of these troublemakers, and asked the question he wanted to know the most: "I'm at the same table, what's his name?"
Several people looked at me and I looked at you, their expressions suddenly became subtle, and they seemed to have more love and pity for Ling Song.
Wang Zide asked him tentatively: "Boss, have you even forgotten him?"
Ling Song was puzzled: "What should I remember about him?"
Zhang Yang, his classmate at the front desk, patted him on the head: "It's okay, it's okay to forget, there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world, good girl, take it easy."
… What's the meaning
Ling Song struggled, and even directly ignored the person's address to him and this disrespectful act.
When the class bell rang, someone threw down the sentence "The one at your desk is called Wen Yuanchu", and they dispersed.
His deskmate came into the classroom with the bell ringing, walked back and sat down beside him.
The tense and oppressive feeling returned, and Ling Song sat upright, without squinting.
The math teacher came in, and the whole class stood up following the call of the monitor, and said "Hello, teacher" before sitting down.
When the teacher started to teach, Ling Song opened the book and listened to it, but he couldn't understand half a sentence, and soon his mind wandered again.
The regent's surname is Wen Dan and his last name is "Che", which is different from this person's name. Ling Song thought that this person probably doesn't remember anything from his previous life.
It's best not to remember, if this person remembers, he won't be able to stay here at all.
He was poisoned by a cup of poisoned wine sent by the regent.
He, the emperor, was originally pushed up by the regent.
When he was fourteen years old, one of his imperial uncles rebelled and killed his father, queen mother, and brother of the prince, forcing the concubine's sister-in-law to jump into the well with his seven-year-old nephew in his arms, leaving him alone in the end. He was rescued and survived by luck.
The regent was not the regent at that time, but a general stationed at the border. He led his troops back to Beijing, beheaded the rebellious king, pushed him to the throne, and proclaimed himself the regent.
He had been the puppet emperor for five years. At the age of nineteen, under the instigation of the Taifu, he planned to regain the power in the hands of the regent, but was killed by the regent.
After that, he became another seventeen-year-old Ling Song with the same name and surname four hundred years later.
Ling Song lowered his head, feeling that he was very unlucky, how could he still see this man after four hundred years, his ghost really lingers.
The mathematics teacher on the podium suddenly called his name: "Wen Yuanchu, come up and do this question for everyone to see."
Ling Song sat up straight in a jerk, and the people around him had already stood up and walked up to the podium with long legs.
A string of characters that Ling Song couldn't understand flowed out from the man's hands. Ling Song watched helplessly, reaffirming that this man was different from himself, he belonged to this world.
He is Wen Yuanchu, not Wen Che.
Thinking of this, Ling Song finally realized that he really didn't understand at all, and he also couldn't understand what this math teacher taught. Even though he had learned nine chapters of arithmetic in his previous life, he had only learned the superficial.
what to do
Wen Yuanchu quickly finished writing the answer and got off the podium. As soon as he turned around, Ling Song immediately lowered his head and did not look at him.
The math teacher praised Wen Yuanchu with a pleasant voice, and told him his idea of solving the problem. Ling Song didn't listen to a word, and his mind was buzzing.
When Wen Yuanchu walked past his desk just now, he bent down and picked up the pen he had rolled on the ground, and put it back on his desk.
The moment Wen Yuanchu stretched out his hand, he tried his best to restrain himself from jumping up.
In the last 20 minutes, the math teacher said that there will be an in-class test, a total of three big questions.
There was a whimper in the classroom.
Ling Song bit the tip of his pen, not to mention answering questions, he didn't even know how to use the pen here.
... He is too difficult.
Carefully squinting at Wen Yuanchu beside him, this person has already begun to answer very easily.
The math teacher walked back and forth in the classroom, passing by Ling Song, glanced at his blank answer sheet, saw his troubled face, and whispered, "You don't have to do it this time."
Presumably Ma Guosheng had already explained his situation to a group of teachers.
Ling Song heaved a sigh of relief, thank God.
The class was over soon, and the students who were stunned by this incident were no longer in the mood to chat and laugh around Ling Song, and Wen Yuanchu didn't go out again, just sat in his seat and read a book silently.
Ling Song glanced at it again, it was all in foreign languages, and he couldn't understand a single letter.
It's so sad to think that everyone in his great country has to learn the language of the vassals.
Wen Che would definitely disdain to watch this.
This person must not be Wen Che.
By the way, Wen Che is five years older than him, and this person is clearly his age.
Ling Song gradually felt relieved. In order to be more sure, he hesitated again and again, and boldly asked: "Student, classmate, what's your name? Can we get to know each other?"
Wen Yuanchu paused for a moment while holding the pen, and looked at him in a blink of an eye.
Zhang Yang in the front row just turned around and was about to ask Ling Song for an eraser, when he heard this, he turned back silently.
The girl was disappointed, she lost her memory and was still thinking about the same piece of wood, her father was very disappointed.
Being stared at by Wen Yuanchu, Ling Song's legs subconsciously weakened, forcing himself to calm down, and kept saying in his heart, he is not Wen Che, he is not Wen Che, he is not Wen Che.
"I fell into the water a few days ago and lost my memory. No one can remember, so I asked you..."
"Wen Yuanchu," Wen Yuanchu said, his voice was not as hoarse and cold as in Ling Song's memory, only slightly lazy and clear, and he repeated again, "My name is Wen Yuanchu."
Zhang Yang was pricking up his ears to listen to their conversation, and almost fell down when he heard this sentence, Wen Yuanchu has changed his sex? He actually paid attention to Ling Song
Wen Yuanchu's eyes were peaceful, even friendly. They were indeed very different from the vicious regent. Ling Song was completely relieved, and smiled with him: "Oh, your name sounds nice."
Wen Yuanchu's eyes moved: "Do you think it sounds good?"
"Yes, it sounds very nice."
As long as it's not Wen Che, it'll be nice to call it whatever.
Wen Yuanchu nodded, did not say any more, and continued to read the book.
Ling Song is much more at ease, although he actually doesn't like this tablemate, after all he looks the same as the regent.
But forget it, as long as it's not that guy himself, he will be more generous and not vent his anger.
He clearly felt that the person beside him relaxed after being tense all morning, Wen Yuanchu held the pen and unconsciously drew on the manuscript paper, his messy mood gradually settled down.