Jiang Yiming was hit by Ling Song's punch, staring at his eyes, screaming.
"I'm fighting with you!"
Wen Yuanchu moved so fast that he blocked the fist he swung.
An over-the-shoulder fall pinned the person to the ground.
Tuck one arm behind his back, and press his knee against his shoulder.
Jiang Yiming was so suppressed that he couldn't move, his face was red, his neck was thick, and he struggled in vain like a dead fish.
Ling Song knelt down in front of him and patted his face like a dog.
"Small sample, do you still want to fight?"
Jiang Yiming opened his mouth to bite him, but Ling Song avoided it very quickly.
His face was full of disgust.
Give him another punch.
Jiang Yiming cursed loudly, jumping out any ugly words.
When he cursed, Ling Song slapped him.
Finally, the big fool wailed loudly.
"Woo-"
Ling Song: "..."
Wen Yuanchu frowned, and was about to say something when a middle-aged male voice full of vigor came from behind: "You guys! What are you doing! No fighting! Let go of me!"
Ling Song raised his eyes and saw that it was a coincidence that the dean of the school came...
Five minutes later, the three of them stood in a row to receive a lecture from the dean.
The director of teaching was full of grief: "You students, if you don't go to the sports meeting to compete well, hide here and fight, where have you learned the school discipline? You are too much, too disappointing!"
Jiang Yiming was still whining non-stop, choked up and complained, saying that Ling Song and Wen Yuanchu had teamed up to beat him.
His swollen face is the best evidence.
The dean was so angry that he didn't expect that the person fighting here was actually a top student in the second year of high school, and he was the one who beat someone, and he couldn't find a reason to take sides.
Ling Song hummed softly: "Why didn't you compete well? Wen Yuanchu broke the high jump record in the morning. It was clearly Jiang Yiming who provoked trouble in the basketball game. He was dissatisfied when he was replaced by the teacher. He came to trouble us both, full of filth. Curse us with foul language."
"I didn't!" Jiang Yiming refused to admit it, "They didn't like me, so they hit me first!"
Ling Song didn't take it seriously: "If it wasn't for your panic, who would care about you?"
"You fart you..."
"Shut up!"
The dean had a headache for a while, and motioned to Wen Yuanchu: "Say it."
Wen Yuanchu's face was indifferent: "Jiang Yiming cursed first."
"What did he scold you for?"
Wen Yuanchu shut up and refused to speak.
Ling Song said for him: "He called Wen Yuanchu and me gays!"
The dean choked.
There was more surprise and uncertainty in the eyes, and the eyes turned back and forth between Wen Yuanchu and Ling Song.
"you… "
Ling Song: "He farted! He slandered us!"
The dean relaxed his mind, and turned to ask Jiang Yiming: "Have you ever scolded that?"
Jiang Yiming stiffened his neck and remained silent.
The dean knew at a glance that this kid had indeed said it, and severely taught him: "This is because you made a mistake first, how can you make something out of nothing, and say such things to spread rumors about classmates?"
For the next 20 minutes, Jiang Yiming was being reprimanded, a big man around 1.8 meters, crying and crying endlessly.
Ling Song curled his lips in disgust.
Wen Yuanchu remained silent, looking ahead indifferently, not knowing what he was thinking.
When the dean said that he was tired, he remembered that he should not treat one person too favorably, and reprimanded Wen Yuanchu and the others in a pretentious manner.
In the end, he waved his hand: "You three, write a self-criticism each, and read it publicly at the morning meeting next Monday."
Ling Song lowered his face.
Public reading
I can't afford to lose this guy...
Ma Guosheng came to take the three of them back. He also hated iron for being weak, and taught them a lesson one by one.
Ling Song was completely wilted.
Sit back in the stands, and honestly don't dare to wander around anymore.
Wen Yuanchu remained silent.
Ling Song shut himself up for a long time before realizing that something was wrong with him.
Wen Yuanchu was in a daze!
"Hey, what are you thinking? Do you also feel ashamed to read the self-criticism in public at the morning meeting?"
Wen Yuanchu ignored him.
"Why don't you talk?"
"… have nothing to say."
Wen Yuanchu's voice was a little cold.
Ling Song's little head couldn't figure it out at all, what kind of muscle Wen Yuanchu made a mistake.
I simply ignored him and went to play with my phone.
Yao Nana sent him a wechat message.
Yao Nana: I heard that you just got into a fight with Jiang Yiming and were caught by the dean on the spot
Ling Song: Oh, you heard it too, it spread so quickly.
Yao Nana: Why are you fighting with him
Ling Song: Because you don't like Wen Yuanchu, he deliberately found fault.
Yao Nana: But I heard that you did it first. What does it have to do with you that he picked on Wen Yuanchu
Why does this girl have so many questions
Ling Song: Then I don't like him too, he called me and Wen Yuanchu gay, can't I beat him
Yao Nana: Pfft.
Ling Song: What are you laughing at
Yao Nana: It's nothing, just pretend I didn't ask.
Lin Qiuyi also sent a message: Girl, did you help Wen Yuanchu fight
Ling Song forwarded the sentence to Yao Nana intact.
Lin Qiuyi: Pfft.
Ling Song: ...
What's wrong with these girls? What are you laughing at
Ling Song really couldn't figure it out, so he went to harass Wen Yuanchu again.
"Wen Yuanchu, how should I write the review? Can you help me write it?"
Wen Yuanchu still ignored him.
... This person's mind is as awkward and difficult to guess as those little girls.
At 4:30, the game of the day is over, and I can finally go home.
Ling Song was waiting at the entrance of the gymnasium for his car to pick him up.
Wen Yuanchu passed him by on his bicycle without even giving him a second glance.
Ling Song suddenly became angry, what kind of attitude!
He rushed up and grabbed Wen Yuanchu's back seat: "Stop! Let's have a good talk!"
Wen Yuanchu tiptoed to the ground and looked at him: "What did you say?"
"I didn't offend you, did I?"
"You can't take your anger out on me just because you were caught by the dean to write a self-criticism?"
"It's wrong to blame someone! Didn't I beat someone because that guy scolded you dirty?"
Wen Yuanchu's eyes moved down and landed on his paws dragging the back seat of his car: "Release."
"No, if you don't make things clear today, I won't let you go."
Wen Yuanchu's expression gradually turned cold.
Ling Song was actually a little timid.
What he was most afraid of was seeing Wen Yuanchu's expression very similar to that of the regent, but he was even more breathless.
What he hates the most is Wen Yuanchu's imitation of the dead ghost regent, who can't beat a fart with three sticks.
Wen Yuanchu took a deep breath, pointed to the back seat of his car: "Sit up."
Ling Song moved his butt over hesitantly.
Wen Yuanchu kicked out at an extremely fast speed.
Ling Song was so frightened that he quickly hugged his waist, so as not to fall down.
Wen Yuanchu went to the beach by bicycle.
They sat on the reef by the sea watching the sunset.
The red glow reflected the entire sea, and it also reflected in Wen Yuanchu's eyes.
There was a surge of emotions that Ling Song couldn't understand.
Ling Song poked his arm: "Speak."
"Are you angry about being misunderstood about my relationship?"
Wen Yuanchu finally spoke.
Ling Song was taken aback.
Didn't expect him to ask this at all.
"You have been ignoring me before, because of this?"
Wen Yuanchu's expression became even more sullen.
Ling Song jumped off the rock and stood in front of Wen Yuanchu, facing him.
"Don't you think it's inexplicable that you are angry? He scolded you, making people misunderstand that we are in that kind of relationship. Are you happy?"
Wen Yuanchu looked away, and said in a muffled voice: "No."
Ling Song was very aggrieved: "I stood up for you, but you were angry with me and ignored me. You really treat your kindness like a donkey's liver and lungs."
"… I don't."
"You have it, don't say you don't have it, you obviously have it."
Wen Yuanchu was speechless.
After a while of silence, he also came down from the reef: "You, wait here."
Wen Yuanchu ran to the convenience store on the beach.
Ten minutes later, he went back and forth with a bag of snacks and handed it to Ling Song: "I apologize to you, it was my fault, don't be angry."
Ling Song's words of refusal came to his lips, but he couldn't resist the temptation of snacks, so he took the food.
"Forget it this time, you are not allowed to do this again."
"good."
They sat back on the reef and shared a packet of biscuits together.
Ling Song finally felt at ease, and started talking nonsense again.
"Wen Yuanchu, I think, as for you, you are a good person most of the time, but sometimes you are really annoying, and you are as awkward as a little girl."
"But I still look forward to seeing you. I feel kind when I look at you."
"Although you look like my enemy, you are you and he is him. I won't confuse you."
"Do you care about him? Why do you always mention him?"
Wen Yuanchu suddenly said: "Only those who really care about will keep remembering, even if he is your enemy."
"cough-"
Ling Song was swallowing biscuits, and was so surprised by Wen Yuanchu's words that he almost choked to death.
Wen Yuanchu patted him on the back.
After taking a sip of water, Ling Song waved his hands with a look of embarrassment: "What are you talking about, how could I care about him, I hate him before it's too late."
He doesn't care about the dead ghost regent, why should he care
That person was so bad, and even poisoned him to death, he kept thinking about it, isn't it a loss
Wen Yuanchu didn't ask any more questions.
After being quiet for a while, he said: "Don't mention him and miss him again. If you really hate him, don't recall him over and over again. Forget about that person, no matter good or bad."
"... You are right."
Ling Song felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
But he didn't want to talk about it.
Don't mention it if you don't mention it, he didn't want to keep recalling the past.
But some things pop up in my mind uncontrollably.
"I'm Wen Yuanchu."
Wen Yuanchu looked at him and said seriously: "No matter who the person you hate is not me, he is not me."
Touching Wen Yuanchu's eyes, Ling Song's heart trembled, as if a strange emotion gradually spread in his heart.
He couldn't grasp what it was.
"What are you talking about? Of course I know it's not you, and I'm not stupid."
Ling Song laughed and laughed.
Does this person mind being told that he looks like his enemy
"I won't mention him to you again, don't worry about it."
Wen Yuanchu nodded lightly: "Let's go, we're going back."
Cycling along the coastline towards home.
Ling Song sat in the back seat absent-mindedly in a daze.
What does Wen Yuanchu's last look mean
... He really doesn't understand this person.
No one spoke again.
On the sixty-seventh day he came back, he hated that me, I lied to him.
Will not be happy.