That night, before Wen Yuanchu came over, Ling Song sneaked onto the school post bar again.
Originally, he secretly wanted to see people praise his performance at the morning meeting today, but when he went up to see him, there were not many people who said he was a real man, but the posts mocking him and Wen Yuanchu's faggot almost swamped the screen.
These people seemed to be full. They analyzed the interaction between him and Wen Yuanchu at the sports meeting from various angles. They even added red lines indiscriminately, and their brain holes were bigger than black holes.
… blinded his dog eyes.
Ling Song was very angry and posted a post by himself.
[I can live another five hundred years]: Don't you think Ling Song scolding Jiang Yiming on the rostrum is very handsome, handsome and charming
Refresh again, and there will be a reply soon.
[Yuan Song really refused to accept and hanged himself]: Anyone who maleified my daughter died.
[Head of Counseling Mothers No. 1]: It's you again, I remember you, I've said it a hundred times, my cub is delicate and pretty, a masculine cub has no mother.
[First brother loves younger sister szd]: Alas, if the daughter is not too delicate, who would not covet the grass of University Wen, Jimei can't have a handsome guy, let the daughter have it for us, it's the same.
Ling Song fell on his back in anger.
He took a notebook and wrote down the IDs of these people one by one.
I will sue the teacher tomorrow and seal you all up.
snort.
Yao Nana sent a picture on WeChat, which was a screenshot of the post just now.
Yao Nana: This host is you, right
Ling Song: ... how do you know
Yao Nana: Intuition.
A woman's intuition is terrible.
Ling Song: Do you also believe the nonsense they say? Wen Yuanchu and I are really, really innocent.
Yao Nana: You... Forget it.
Ling Song:
What's the meaning
A few minutes later, Ling Song found himself dragged into a group.
There were only three people inside, him, Yao Nana, and Lin Qiuyi.
Ling Song:? ? ? You two know each other
Lin Qiuyi: Of course we know each other, my sisters.
Ling Song: You two sisters, you both still have a crush on Wen Yuanchu? Are you still taking advantage of Yao Nana's absence to confess to Wen Yuanchu
After half a minute of silence.
Lin Qiuyi: You said you, why are you so flustered? She and Wen Yuanchu didn't make it, so I can't try
Yao Nana: Oh.
Ling Song was speechless, he didn't understand you women.
Ling Song: Why did you drag me into a group
Yao Nana: @林秋怡? He said he and Wen Yuanchu are innocent, do you believe it
Lin Qiuyi: My daughter, if you are married, don't struggle.
Ling Song: I don't understand what you are talking about.
Yao Nana: Stupid.
Lin Qiuyi: My daughter is too naive and ignorant, my mother is heartbroken.
Lin Qiuyi: The old mother sheds tears in the wind.jpg
Ling Song ignored them.
When there was a knock on the door, he quickly put away his phone, sat upright, and cleared his throat.
"Come in."
The person who came was Ling Jie.
Ling Song relaxed.
Ling Jie came over and flipped through his book: "Yuanchu hasn't come yet?"
Ling Song glanced at the room on the opposite building, and then at his watch: "It should be soon."
Ling Jie tentatively asked him: "I've been troubling Yuan Chu to help you make up lessons like this, and delaying his own study. It's not a solution for a long time. Why don't I go outside and hire a tutor from a cram school for you?"
Ling Song refused directly without thinking: "I don't want to teach others. I can understand what Wen Yuanchu said, but I can't understand what others said."
"... You haven't tried it, how do you know you don't understand?"
"I do not want."
Following Wen Yuanchu's class, he could still have fun with his lips, but if he was a stranger, making up lessons like this every day, life would be worse than death.
He doesn't want it.
"You are so embarrassed. He gives you extra lessons every day, and you still have to do your homework when you go back. How long do you have to write?"
Ling Song is confident: "He has almost finished writing in school during the day, even if there is a little left, he can write when I am doing the questions, what does it matter?"
Ling Jie still wanted to say something, but Ling Song interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Brother, what are you worried about? You don't really believe those messy rumors in the school, do you think I'm messing with him?"
Ling Jie: "..."
Ling Song didn't blush and his heart didn't beat: "How is it possible, it's all girls talking nonsense."
Ling Jie was speechless.
"...Okay, you can do it yourself, you don't care about yourself, don't ruin the reputation of Yuanchu."
"Know it."
When Ling Jie went downstairs, he met Wen Yuanchu coming up.
Wen Yuanchu greeted him.
Ling Jie stopped in his tracks, and asked Chi: "At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, would it be troublesome for you to make up lessons for Xiao Song every day? If you can't arrange the time, you must speak directly, and we will find another way."
Wen Yuanchu didn't care and said, "No, there's no problem."
Ling Jie sighed: "You know Xiao Song, he doesn't look like he's grown up at the age of seventeen or eighteen, he's so self-willed... If he does something out of line, don't bother with him, don't bother him. Take it too seriously."
He could hear the hesitation in Ling Jie's words, but Wen Yuanchu didn't explain much: "I know, don't worry."
Wen Yuanchu entered and sat down at the desk.
Ling Song glanced at him, then turned away, feeling awkward.
Wen Yuanchu seemed to sense something, and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"
"No ah."
Ling Song was embarrassed to say.
Although he justified his relationship with Wen Yuanchu in front of his brother, he was indeed affected by the nonsense in the post bar.
As soon as I saw Wen Yuanchu, I started to think about those irrelevant things.
For example, what those people said, they are lonely and widowed men make up lessons alone every night, and something that shouldn't happen will always happen.
cough-
Wen Yuanchu didn't know what he was thinking about, so he took out the textbook and reminded him softly: "Don't be distracted."
"… oh."
cut.
This person clearly has no interest at all, it really is those girls who think too much.
After one hour.
Wen Yuanchu asked Ling Song to rest for ten minutes before continuing.
By the way, tell him that after the midterm exam, he will also add chemistry class.
Ling Song's face was broken: "Are you going to add another class to each exam?"
"Well, from now on, there will still be one hour of math at night, one hour of English, and one hour of physics and chemistry every other day."
Ling Song's head rested on the table, and he didn't have the strength to speak anymore.
There is no romance, only Wen Yuanchu's all-round mental torture to him.
"Ling Song."
Ling Song raised his eyes weakly, his chin still resting on the table: "What are you doing?"
"sit up."
"I don't."
It takes a kiss to get up.
The jokes I saw on the post bar before flashed through my mind, and Ling Song was startled.
He was so startled that he couldn't sit still, and the chair fell straight back.
In the end, he fell to the ground in an extremely indecent posture, and lost all image.
Fortunately, the floor was covered with carpet, so nothing happened.
Ling Song lay on the ground and groaned.
Wen Yuanchu stepped forward to support him: "What's the matter with you? What are you thinking?"
"No, I didn't think about anything."
Ling Song blushed, resolutely refusing to admit what he was thinking about.
Wen Yuanchu helped him up, Ling Song groaned and said, "Foot, foot, my foot hurts."
Wen Yuanchu squatted down, pulled up his trouser leg and looked, sure enough, his left ankle was sprained again.
Wen Yuanchu's finger poked up, Ling Song couldn't stop breathing in pain, and slapped his hand away forcefully: "Don't move."
Wen Yuanchu frowned and asked, "What about the spray prescribed by the school doctor that day?"
"...in the nightstand."
Wen Yuanchu brought the spray, sprayed it for him and carefully rubbed it away
Ling Song hummed and chirped.
It was a bit painful at first, but after the effect of the medicine, it was cool and comfortable.
He squinted his eyes in enjoyment, and relaxed his mind: "Xiao Yuanzi, rub me a few more times."
Wen Yuanchu glanced at him, said nothing, and slightly increased the strength in his hand.
The two of them got too close, and Ling Song smelled the very pleasant fragrance of Wen Yuanchu's body again. It was caught in the smell of the medicine, it was not obvious, but it couldn't be ignored.
"You haven't told me yet, what kind of washing powder does your family use? Why is it so fragrant?"
Stared at by Ling Song's fiery eyes, Wen Yuanchu coughed lightly, and casually reported a brand of washing powder.
Ling Song repeated it mutteringly.
It happened that the nanny aunt came up to bring them tea and snacks, Ling Song asked her casually: "Aunt Wu, what kind of washing powder do we use at home?"
The nanny looked puzzled, and reported the brand of washing powder at home.
Ling Song: "Huh? Isn't that the same as your home?"
He looked at Wen Yuanchu, a little suspicious: "Why do you smell so fragrant?"
Wen Yuanchu: "...it may also be the smell of shower gel."
"Really? You let me smell it."
Ling Song leaned over, put the dog's nose against his neck and sniffed vigorously.
It smells really good.
It smells more obvious this way.
He pulled Wen Yuanchu's wrist again, lowered his head and smelled carefully for a long time.
"I really doubt that you use perfume like those girls."
"No, it should be the smell of body wash."
"Then what brand of body wash do you use?"
When Wen Yuanchu said it, Ling Song didn't believe it even more: "I also use this, why doesn't it smell good on me?"
Wen Yuanchu: "..."
He bullied Ling Song slightly, put the tip of his nose against his neck and rubbed it lightly, and said, "It smells good."
Ling Song's heart trembled, his face blushed for no reason, and he quickly backed away.
"... No way, you lied to me."
"I think it smells good."
Wen Yuanchu didn't say anything more, helped him up and sat down, and continued the class.
Ling Song has been absent-minded since then.
At half past ten, Wen Yuanchu left.
As soon as the person left, Ling Song immediately lowered his head and sniffed his arm carefully.
Obviously it has no smell, so is the body wash also picky
While thinking wildly, he swiped his phone and sent a message in the previous group.
Ling Song: Do you think Wen Yuanchu smells good
Lin Qiuyi: Anyway, it smells better than those other stinky boys.
Ling Song: Yes, I also think that he smells very good. I said he wears perfume, but he still doesn't admit it.
Lin Qiuyi: ...
Lin Qiuyi: Girl, don't you be an Omega in estrus who is attracted by Alpha pheromone
Ling Song:? ?
what
Yao Nana: Studies have shown that people are more sensitive to the smell of people they subconsciously like, which is the result of hormones. You think Wen Yuanchu smells particularly good. You can reflect on what the reason is.
Lin Qiuyi: Pfft.
Ling Song clicked to exit the group chat expressionlessly.
How could he really like Wen Yuanchu
joke.