Ling Song's foot was swollen badly, but fortunately there was no fracture.
The school doctor saw that he had been sprayed with medicine and did emergency treatment, and told him to rest carefully for a few days and not to be injured again.
Ling Song was dejected, his whole body went limp.
Wen Yuanchu crouched in front of him with a sullen face, wondering what he was thinking.
"Wen Yuanchu." Ling Song called him in a low voice.
Wen Yuanchu reached out and squeezed his calf lightly, and heard Ling Song gasp.
"Dad at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, it hurts."
Wen Yuanchu finally let go, sat down with him, and waited for the driver at home to pick him up.
Ling Song muttered and complained: "What a pity, I thought I would be able to get a ranking no matter what, but in the end I had to rely on you to drag me to barely finish the race."
Don't let those girls see that he is a real man now, I'm afraid that the romantic scandal between him and Wen Yuanchu will be all over the sky again.
He is too difficult.
"In the future, you still have to insist on running in the morning. If your physical endurance is not enough, you have to persist for a long time to see the effect."
"oh."
Seeing Ling Song's displeasure, Wen Yuanchu didn't say anything more about him, and told him to be honest, and went to a convenience store outside to buy two cones.
One strawberry, one chocolate, he asked Ling Song to choose first.
Ling Song chose the strawberry flavored one, and finally had a smile on his face.
"Thank you, Dad Yuanchu, you are so kind."
Wen Yuanchu lightly pursed the corners of his lips.
Ling Song seemed to love to smile more than before, and there was no longer guard and timidity in his eyes.
That's fine.
When the driver of the Ling family came over, it started to rain outside.
Ling Song took the initiative to propose to Wen Yuanchu that he go back by car together, but Wen Yuanchu did not refuse.
The mountain bike was stuffed into the rear compartment, and he got into the car with Ling Song on his back.
Ling Song seemed to be exhausted. Not long after the car started, he leaned against the back of the seat and closed his eyes. His head tilted and fell on Wen Yuanchu's shoulder.
Wen Yuanchu looked down at him, the person on his shoulder was sleeping soundly.
He quietly took Ling Song's hand and tightened it carefully.
The next two days are weekends.
Ling Song was recuperating at home and never even left his room, and Wen Yuanchu still came to make up lessons for him.
He has started high school math and completed a semester of physics.
Ling Song's self-confidence increased greatly, and he set a goal for himself in the next midterm exam, with a total score of 200.
When he first heard him say this, his parents, elder brother and sister-in-law couldn't believe it, and even beat around the bush to persuade him not to push himself too hard.
After all, his total score in the last month's exam was less than 150. Even if the full score of the mid-term exam was 120 in Chinese, Mathematics, and English, it would not be easy to improve by 50 points all at once.
Later, Wen Yuanchu assured them that Ling Song could do it, so they were skeptical.
They didn't believe in Ling Song, but they believed in Wen Yuanchu very much.
Ling Song was very aggrieved because of this: "Why do my parents look like I'm bragging when I say I can pass the exam? Do they look down on me so much?"
Wen Yuanchu comforted him: "You pass the exam first, let them be surprised, okay?"
Ling Song snorted a few times, and asked him again: "Do you really believe that I can pass the exam?"
"You think you can't pass the exam?"
Of course not!
"I'm sure I can pass the exam."
Ling Song is full of confidence.
Wen Yuanchu nodded: "The total score of the mid-term exam is two hundred. I invite you to eat the one I mentioned last time, the charcoal fire copper hot pot."
Ling Song was suddenly very embarrassed. Wen Yuanchu gave him extra lessons and always rewarded him. He didn't even pay the tuition fee, as if he was always taking advantage of Wen Yuanchu.
Ling Song patted his chest: "I'll treat you this time. After I pass the test with 200 points, I'll treat you to a big meal."
Wen Yuanchu didn't argue with him: "Okay."
But before that, there is another thing.
"Wen Yuanchu, have you written the self-criticism that the dean said?"
Wen Yuanchu coughed lightly: "I wrote it."
Ling Song's eyes lit up: "How did you write it? Copy it for me?"
"You can't copy it. If you want to read it in public, you write it yourself."
Ling Song curled his lips: "I don't know how to write. You can write for me. Don't write like yours. I'd rather do ten more questions."
Wen Yuanchu thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll write it for you, and you can do ten more physics problems."
Ling Song: "..."
He didn't, he said it casually.
But Wen Yuanchu didn't give him a chance to regret it. He opened the exercise book, ticked ten fill-in-the-blank questions, and asked him to finish them in half an hour.
He himself picked up the pen and began to write the second review.
Ling Song is reluctant, forget it...
Half an hour later, Ling Song threw the pen away: "It's finished."
Wen Yuanchu also finished writing the review for him and handed it to him.
The whole article is nonsense.
He was a little unhappy: "Why do you have to admit your mistake? It was Jiang Yiming who yelled. Shouldn't I hit him?"
Wen Yuanchu looked at him with black and white eyes: "Then what do you want? Don't write a review?"
"... I can't afford to lose this person."
Wen Yuanchu reminded him: "There is nothing to be ashamed of, no one will listen carefully to what you wrote, it's just going through the motions."
Ling Song was still not happy.
Turning his face away: "I'll think about it."
Monday morning, morning meeting.
The three of them took the stage one by one.
Wen Yuanchu was the first.
Hearing that the dean called Wen Yuanchu up to do a self-criticism, there was a commotion in the student team.
Zhang Yang whispered to Ling Song, "Wen Yuanchu used to be a representative of outstanding students. This is the first time he has been publicly criticized. He is more embarrassing than you."
Ling Song felt guilty for no reason.
Wen Yuanchu came to the stage and read the self-criticism calmly.
His self-criticism was similar to the one he wrote to Ling Song, and his attitude of admitting his mistakes was very sincere.
For the first time, Ling Song knew that Wen Yuanchu's face could be so thick.
But he was still unhappy.
They didn't do anything wrong, so they shouldn't admit it.
It was Jiang Yiming's second turn.
This fellow read a self-criticism stutteringly, the preface was inconsistent, and his tone was obviously dissatisfied.
Let's avoid the important and ignore the trivial, only saying that he should not spread the privacy of his classmates, and he does not admit that he is spreading rumors at all.
Ling Song was already holding back his anger, but hearing this made him even more angry.
When it was his turn to take the stage, he stood in front of the microphone, hesitated for three seconds, and put away the self-criticism Wen Yuanchu had written for him.
"I'm Ling Song from Class 1, Grade 2. On the day of the sports meeting, my deskmate Wen Yuanchu and I did hit Jiang Yiming, the sports committee member. It caused a bad influence in the public, and was asked to write a self-criticism by the teacher. After so many days of reflection, I deeply realized myself It’s our fault, we didn’t think carefully, we shouldn’t hit people in public, we should drag Jiang Yiming to a place where no one is around before beating him.”
There was an uproar in the audience.
Wen Yuanchu frowned tightly.
"In the past few days, I've been thinking about meeting someone like Jiang Yiming who is sloppy and narrow-minded, who is incompetent but envious of someone who is stronger than him, and who has all kinds of eccentricities behind his back and makes small moves. In addition to beating him up, there is still There is no other better way to deal with him."
"After thinking about it, I still think that beating him would teach him a lesson. To deal with civilized people, use civilized methods, but to deal with bullying barbarians like Jiang Yiming, of course you have to rely on your fists. Apart from spouting dirty, He can't speak or understand human language at all, only fists can make him remember, if he talks nonsense next time, I'll beat him up."
"I was indeed wrong. My mistake was that I didn't pick a day or a place to beat him. Unfortunately, I was seen by the teacher. I thought I was unlucky."
"I was wrong, but I dare to do it next time."
Before Ling Song could finish speaking, the teacher who rushed to the stage cut off the power of the microphone.
He looked indifferent, anyway, he almost said what he should say.
happy!
After the morning meeting, Ling Song was called to the classroom office alone to be criticized.
The dean was very angry and asked Ma Guosheng to call his parents immediately.
Ling Jie hurried to the school half an hour later.
After listening to what Ma Guosheng said about the cause of the incident, he asked Ling Song: "What exactly did that classmate scold you for?"
Seeing his brother, Ling Song was a little timid after all, and muttered in a low voice: "He called me and Wen Yuanchu gay, but Wen Yuanchu was not, and neither am I."
Ling Jie: "..."
Ling Jie pressed his shoulders, smiled kindly with the dean, and said, "Xiao Song is a little bit twitchy, I will persuade him that it is indeed his fault, and he shouldn't say those things on stage."
"But teacher, you also know that he hasn't fully recovered after falling into the water before, and he can't keep up with his studies. Wen Yuanchu took the initiative to help him make up lessons. In addition, he and Wen Yuanchu were at the same table and neighbors. They have a better relationship. I don't know the school. Why did some bad rumors come out in the school, such a big child is at the most violent time, and he will act impulsively if he doesn't listen to those, and we don't dare to say too serious things to him, for fear that he won't think well. "
"In any case, this is Xiao Song's fault. I apologize to the teacher on his behalf. After that, our parents will discipline him strictly to ensure that similar things will not happen again."
Ling Jie was very polite, and mentioned the incident of falling into the water, which made it hard for the dean to say anything else.
After a few polite words back and forth, Ling Song was finally let go. Ling Song ran over and said carelessly: "I was not very handsome before?"
"What do you think?" Wen Yuanchu asked him expressionlessly.
"That must be very handsome." Ling Song was extremely proud.
His performance today must have been more impressive than taking first place in the 5,000-meter race.
laugh.
Wen Yuanchu ignored him.
Ling Jie looked back and forth between the two of them, narrowing his eyes slightly, thoughtful.
Wen Yuanchu took the initiative to greet him and explained what happened at the previous sports meeting.
Ling Jie: "I just heard from your teacher that it's all right now. Don't be so impulsive next time. No matter what, beating someone is not advisable."
Remind Ling Song emphatically: "Especially you, did you hear that?"
Ling Song was still not convinced, but Wen Yuanchu obediently responded: "I know, there will be no next time."
When Ling Jie left, Ling Song asked Wen Yuanchu angrily: "Why are you so obedient? If others say you are wrong, do you really admit it?"
"It's just admitting your mistakes. Wouldn't it be nice to have less trouble? You said things that shouldn't be said at the morning meeting like this, and even invited your parents to make a fuss. What good can you get?"
"At least I'm happy!"
Wen Yuanchu turned around and left.
Ling Song followed: "Hey, what do you mean?!"
Before entering the classroom, Wen Yuanchu stopped and said to him: "If you dare to do this next time, just remember it in your heart, and you don't need to announce it to the world."
"If you want to hit someone again, just tell me, I will help you pick a day and a place, and I will do it."
Ling Song was taken aback, Wen Yuanchu had already entered the classroom.
It wasn't until the class bell rang and the teacher came in that Ling Song realized what Wen Yuanchu had said and passed a note to him.
[Are you serious? Really beat me up?]
[Well, you can hit anyone you want.]
[Wow, thank you dad! Dad you are so kind!]
Wen Yuanchu rubbed the note into the palm of his hand.
On the 72nd day after he came back, he said thank you dad,...it seems to be a good feeling to be a dad.
Really only a little happy.