The last two days of this week are midterm exams.
The three subjects of Chinese, Mathematics and English all mentioned 120 out of 100, and the amount of questions was larger than usual in the monthly test.
Ling Song is full of confidence.
He will definitely score 200 points in the exam this time, and strive to advance to at least one exam room in the next monthly exam.
Yes, he was assigned to the last exam room again in the midterm exam.
Although the total score of the monthly exam last time was a little higher than the first time, but the ranking is still hovering in the bottom 30 of the grade.
But Ling Song doesn't care about this, he will definitely not stay here next time.
After entering the examination room and sitting down, Ling Song habitually began to sharpen the pencil.
There is a wechat message from Wen Yuanchu on the phone.
Wen Yuanchu: Come on.
Ling Song: What
Wen Yuanchu: …
Ling Song didn't think it was wrong. Girls like Lin Qiuyi liked to post these three words. He asked once what it meant, and Lin Qiuyi told him that it was to express gratitude and thank you.
So he used it.
After all, he is also a modern person, and he cannot appear that his unearthed cultural relics cannot keep up with the pace of the times.
Someone sat down in front of him, Ling Song raised his eyes, and it was the smiling Xia Langxing who was greeting him again.
"Ling Song, we are in the same examination room this time, so we are destined."
"Aren't you going to sit here?"
"how do you know?"
Ling Song looked contemptuous: "How could your grades be better than mine."
At first glance, this person is the kind of second-year middle school boy who hangs out and doesn't study.
Xia Langxing giggled: "There are 1,300 students in a grade, how much difference can there be between the bottom 20 and the bottom ten?"
"Of course there is a difference," Ling Song said indifferently, "The difference is that I am smarter than you."
Xia Ranxing: "..."
Xia Langxing: "Why did you block me? Can't we be friends?"
Ling Song: "Why should I be friends with you? I don't know you."
"It's fine if we don't know each other now." Xia Langxing took out his mobile phone and shook it, "Add back WeChat and play together in the future. My brother's life is rich and colorful. It must be more fun than you and that nerd Wen Yuanchu."
Ling Song didn't want to talk to him at first, but when he heard this, he became unhappy: "Who told you that Wen Yuanchu is a nerd? What do you know?"
"Is not it?"
"What else can he do besides learning to die?"
"Brother is an invincible player who has fought all over the school in this district. He is also good at fighting, and he is also good at playing games."
Ling Song: "Oh."
Xia Langxing was nagging endlessly in his ears, and Ling Song finally released him from the blacklist.
This guy was blowing loudly and stepped on Wen Yuanchu, he wrote it down.
Let Wen Yuanchu slap you in the face next time.
After the bell rang, the papers were quickly delivered to the hands.
Ling Song glanced at the composition questions, and picked up the signature pen that Wen Yuanchu gave him last time.
Start answering the questions with confidence.
The two-day exam passed quickly.
The last one is biology, which is impossible anyway, Ling Song happily handed in the paper ahead of time.
Walking out of the examination room, he sent a message to Wen Yuanchu, saying that he would be invited to eat that charcoal-fired copper hot pot today, no matter whether he got 200 points or not.
Wen Yuanchu didn't reply.
At this moment, he should still be writing quickly to answer the questions.
After all, people are top students.
Ling Song didn't bother him anymore.
Forty minutes before the end of the exam, he left the school first, planning to go to the cold drink shop outside the school to eat ice cream and wait for Wen Yuanchu by the way.
ten minutes later.
Ling Song squinted his eyes and was happily enjoying his double double scoop ice cream. Someone came into the store, passed by his table, and kicked the chair next to him: "Ling Song, long time no see, look how things are going wrong today. Are you alone?"
Hearing this yin and yang tone, Ling Song raised his head, and saw the menacing men in front of him, feeling a little dazed.
Until he saw clearly the tuft of red hair on the top of the head that was spitting stars, he... remembered, the vocational high school next door, his "rival in love".
Those who were taught a lesson by Wen Yuanchu last time.
Ling Song didn't want to talk to them.
He is not stupid, Hongmao brought six or seven people here today.
He is not Wen Yuanchu, he is not good at pairing with N.
The red-haired group didn't react much when they saw him, as if they didn't take them seriously, they became even angrier.
One of them stepped forward, grabbed Ling Song by the collar of his school uniform, and pulled him up.
"Fuck you, don't be shameless! It's unlucky for you to meet us today!"
Ling Song frowned, and said coldly: "Let go."
"Let go?" The other party smiled strangely, "Okay, my good grandson kowtows to the grandpas to admit his mistakes, and I will let you go this time!"
Without hesitation, Ling Song picked up the other uneaten double ball on the table, and threw it at the man's face.
The other party yelled "Aw".
Ling Song took the opportunity to break free, turned around and ran away without waiting for the others to react.
He ran out of the cold drink shop, and the red-haired men had recovered their senses, and chased after him angrily.
"Ling Song, you grandson! Let me see where you are going!"
Ling Song ran all the way, not looking at the road at all.
Thanks to running with Wen Yuanchu in the morning every day during this period of time, he was barely caught up by the group of people behind.
Finally he ran into a string of alleyways.
Fleeing east and west, temporarily throwing off the group of people.
Stopping in a dark alley, hearing the footsteps of those people passing by and running away from the alley, Ling Song leaned against the wall and slowly crouched on the ground, his heart still beating wildly.
His schoolbag was left in the cold drink shop, and he didn't dare to go out now, but fortunately he always had his mobile phone with him.
With trembling hands, he took out his mobile phone and subconsciously dialed Wen Yuanchu's number.
In the examination room.
Wen Yuanchu has finished the paper and is doing the last check.
The cell phone that was hidden in his trouser pocket and turned on silent vibrated, and he got up to hand in the paper.
Walking out of the examination room, he took out his mobile phone and saw that it was Ling Song calling.
"Wow, where are you Wen Yuanchu, I'm afraid..."
Ling Song's suppressed cry came from the other end of the phone, Wen Yuanchu's heart shuddered, and he immediately quickened his pace.
"What happened? You speak slowly, don't be afraid."
Time passed minute by minute.
Ling Song was still frozen and squatting on the spot, not daring to move, tears streaming down his face.
He started real-time location sharing with Wen Yuanchu, and Wen Yuanchu said he would come over soon.
From time to time there was the sound of chaotic footsteps outside, and the red-haired group had already passed by this dark alley several times.
Ling Song carefully touched a red brick on the ground, and bit his teeth tremblingly.
The sound of footsteps suddenly turned to the alley, and Ling Song's heartbeat rose to his throat instantly.
A shadow shrouded the top of the head, and Hongmao's dark voice sounded: "Finally found it, let me see which poor boy this is hiding here and crying."
Ling Song stood up abruptly, and Brick slapped Hongmao's head forcefully.
Hongmao let out a howl like a slaughtered pig, and stepped back, clutching the blood on his head.
The brick in Ling Song's hand fell to the ground, and someone clasped his arms from left to right to hold him hostage.
The red hair was so angry that he wanted to kill: "You grandson! How dare you shoot me with a brick! I'll destroy you!"
He raised his hand and slapped Ling Song hard in the face.
Ling Song suddenly closed his eyes, and subconsciously turned his head to avoid it.
The next second, he heard Hong Mao's even more earth-shattering ghost cry, and opened his eyes in astonishment.
The red hair had already been kicked by Wen Yuanchu who suddenly appeared, hit the opposite wall, and then fell to the ground in extreme embarrassment.
I could only howl in pain, unable to get up again.
The people who were clasping his arms were also brought down one by one by Wen Yuanchu.
Ling Song stared blankly at Wen Yuanchu and the others.
His eyes showed a coldness and cruelty that Ling Song had never seen before, filled with gloom, and even made people shudder.
Within ten minutes, the last person fell to the ground.
Wen Yuanchu only panted slightly, he stepped on the red-haired hand, his brows were filled with anger, and his eyes were full of emotions that others could not understand.
If this went on like this, Hong Mao's hand would be useless.
Ling Song called him in a low voice: "...Wen Yuanchu."
Wen Yuanchu raised his eyes.
Ling Song swallowed his throat, stepped forward, and reminded him in a low voice: "You loosen your feet, he can't get up."
Only then did the coldness around Wen Yuanchu's body slowly subside, and he stepped back.
Ling Song smiled at him.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, he kicked Hongmao again, and muttered cursing: "Bold and unreasonable people, I will punish you nine clans!"
"What are you doing! Stop!"
A few policemen came from outside the alley.
It was people who passed by who saw them fighting and called the police.
Ling Song's feet had just been withdrawn from Hongmao's body...
half an hour later.
Ling Jie hurried to the police station.
Ling Song and Wen Yuanchu sat side by side on the bench, and on the other side were a few vocational high school students with bruised noses and swollen faces.
Seeing that the two of them were intact, Ling Jie breathed a sigh of relief, asked them about their specific situation, and Wen Yuanchu quickly explained the matter.
Ling Jie couldn't help frowning when he heard the words, and then went to deal with those policemen.
Ling Song was a little absent-minded.
He was thinking that Wen Yuanchu's previous look was so much like the dead ghost regent.
Call him inexplicably uneasy.
But fortunately, Wen Yuanchu's expression was directed at others, not him.
Handing the tissue under his eyelids, Wen Yuanchu's voice was steady as usual: "Wipe your face."
Ling Song raised his hand, touched the wet tears on his face, finally came back to his senses, suddenly felt ashamed.
what did he just do
Oh, crying and calling Wen Yuanchu for help...
Ling Song quickly took the tissue, wiped away his tears, and then sucked his nose.
"...you are not allowed to laugh at me about what happened today, and you are not allowed to tell others."
"Won't."
Ling Song heaved a sigh of relief, and said in a muffled voice, "Thank you, Wen Yuanchu."
"Need not."
Wen Yuanchu blurted out these two words from his throat, and clenched his fists hard.
He was just, a little angry with himself.
Ling Jie has been wrangling with people.
The main reason is that Hongmao was seriously injured. He was slapped on the head with a brick by Ling Song and kicked away by Wen Yuanchu. He was sent to the hospital and stayed for at least ten days and a half months. Open your mouth and want to extort money.
Later Ling Jie called the lawyer, but refused to budge.
The surveillance camera in the cold drink shop took pictures clearly, and it was Hongmao who brought someone to trouble Ling Song first.
If it doesn't work, go to legal procedure.
They finally came out of the police station after seven o'clock in the evening.
The matter has not been completely resolved, but Ling Song and Wen Yuanchu no longer need to take care of it.
And Hongmao must have been frightened, and when asked by the police, he honestly explained everything, saying that Jiang Yiming, who was in Ling Song's class, sent him a message and told them where Ling Song was, so they came here to trouble Ling Song.
Ling Song was speechless.
... Why is that Jiang Yiming involved again
Come to think of it, that guy was indeed in the same exam room as him, and he handed in the paper right after him.
Despicable villain!
Ling Jie reminded him: "I will go to school and tell your teacher about this matter on Monday, and you are not allowed to cause trouble for me again."
"oh."
Ling Song pouted, he didn't bother to go to that psychopath to find bad luck.
Following Ling Jie into the car, Ling Song turned his head to the side and saw Wen Yuanchu alone in the night holding the car and preparing to leave.
He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
Without much hesitation, he said to Ling Jie, "Brother, go back first, I have agreed with Wen Yuanchu to have dinner outside", Ling Song pushed the car door and ran out of the car.
"Wen Yuanchu!"
Ling Song caught up with him with a smile on his face: "Did you see the WeChat message I sent you just after the exam? I told you to treat you to hot pot. Are you going now? I'm so hungry."
Wen Yuanchu's gaze paused: "You don't have to go home with your brother?"
"ignore him."
Before Wen Yuanchu could agree, Ling Song had jumped into the back seat of his car, grabbed his clothes and said, "Let's go."
Ling Jie's car passed by them, and the window fell down, revealing Ling Jie's angry face, reminding Ling Song: "Don't play outside too late, go home early."
Ling Song waved his hand: "I know, I know, go back after eating."
Ling Jie drove away.
Ling Song raised his head and smiled at Wen Yuanchu: "Are you going or not?"
Wen Yuanchu didn't say anything else, straddled into the car, carried Ling Song, and rode into the bright and noisy night.
Ling Song's mood improved a lot. Sitting on the back seat of the car, he swayed his feet, talking to Wen Yuanchu, "Wen Yuanchu, you are so handsome today, like that, a god descends."
"If it weren't for you, I would have been unlucky today."
"Fortunately, I have you."
Wen Yuanchu's eyelashes trembled: "... there will be no next time."
"What?"
"What happened today, I promise it won't happen again."
Ling Song smiled disapprovingly: "Can this be guaranteed? Others want to trouble me, how can you guarantee it?"
"I try my best."
Ling Song still didn't believe it, but felt very comfortable: "Well, I believe in Yuanchu's father. With Yuanchu's father around, I am not afraid of anything."
"Um."
Wen Yuanchu didn't say any more, and gradually accelerated.
At half past seven, they arrived at the place to eat.
The charcoal-fired copper hot pot that Wen Yuanchu mentioned is an old-fashioned northern hot pot. In a southern city like Haicheng, there is only one shop that does this business.
The decoration of the store is quite high-end, with an antique architectural style, and the waiters in the store all wear cheongsams to work.
Although in Ling Song's eyes, it was a bit nondescript.
After sitting down, he sighed casually: "Don't look at the old-fashioned look here, but it's all fake. It's just superficial. The combination of soil and foreign is ridiculous."
Wen Yuanchu poured him tea with a copper pot, and asked softly, "Then where is the truth?"
"Forbidden City, I watched a documentary about the Forbidden City a few days ago, and the jade chessboard that I asked someone to make in my bedroom is still there. I used to take the regent to play chess with me every day. It's a pity. Never beat him."
Ling Song muttered in a low voice, talking nonsense.
Anyway, Wen Yuanchu didn't understand, nor would he believe it.
He just regretted that he had never won the regent once in his previous life.
That dead ghost Wen Che would never let him go, no matter what he was doing, he would always spare no effort to hit his self-confidence.
That's why he hated the Regent so much.
... Forget it, we agreed not to mention that dead ghost with Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu lightly pursed the corners of his lips: "I can also play chess, if you like, I can also play with you."
Ling Song was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "Really? Then will you let me?"
"I let you, will you be happy if you win?"
Stared at by Wen Yuanchu's black and white eyes, Ling Song thought for a while, then curled his lips: "That's right, it wouldn't be interesting to win like that."
Wen Yuanchu didn't say anything more.
The dishes they ordered were already on the table, and the milky white soup in the copper pot was bubbling and full of aroma.
Ling Song sniffed: "It's the smell."
Wen Yuanchu scalded a piece of mutton, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in his bowl.
Ling Song smiled and rolled his eyes: "Thank you Yuanchu Dad."
Wen Yuanchu continued to boil the dishes for him.
After a hot pot meal, it was already past nine o'clock.
Ling Song held his well-fed belly and walked while supporting the wall.
Wen Yuanchu went to get his bicycle. He squatted on the side of the street in front of the store, his eyes wandering around, looking at the bustling city night scene of this era.
From his point of view, four hundred years from now, except for more troublesome people, everything will be fine.
Someone was selling candied haws at the gate of the park across the street, Ling Song licked his lips, Wen Yuanchu had already helped the car over and reminded him to get in the car.
Ling Song raised his head and pursed his lips: "Dad Yuanchu, I want to eat candied haws, can you buy them for me?"
Wen Yuanchu looked in the direction of his line of sight and asked him, "Can you still eat candied haws? Didn't you just say you'd throw up if you eat it?"
Ling Song insisted: "Candied haws are candied haws, so it should be fine to stuff one."
Wen Yuanchu stopped the car and told him to wait a while and cross the road.
Ling Song was still squatting on the side of the street, staring at Wen Yuanchu's tall and firm back amidst the traffic, and lost his mind in a trance.
In his previous life, he was trapped in the palace all his life, especially after he ascended the throne, it was rare for him to go out of the palace gate, and every time he went out of the palace, the imperial guards cleared the way, greeted and hugged, and never really had fun with the people.
In fact, he has always wanted to taste the taste of the candied haws in the hands of the children on the street, and he even mentioned it to the regent.
But the Regent said, no.
No reason, just can't.
Every time the regent refused his request, he rarely gave him a reason.
No matter how soft and hard he is, the regent cannot change his mind.
Every time, it is like this.
Ling Song lowered his head, a little depressed.
Why did he think of that dead ghost again
It must be that when Wen Yuanchu was fighting with someone earlier, that overly fierce look in his eyes looked too much like Wen Che, which made him feel lingering and brooding.
When Ling Song was thinking wildly, Wen Yuanchu had already returned, holding candied haws in his hand, stopped in front of him, and stretched out his hand.
"stand up."
Ling Song raised his head, and Wen Yuanchu's expressionless face was especially soft in the light, looking at him.
His heart seemed to be gripped by something at that moment, and a strange soreness spread silently.
Putting his hand on it, with the strength of Wen Yuanchu's hand, Ling Song stood up unsteadily, took a step forward, and almost fell into Wen Yuanchu's arms.
He stood up or down, with a hippie smile on his face.
"This candied haws is so big!"
"Well, here you are."
Ling Song took a bite, it was very sweet on the outside, but the hawthorn inside was quite sour.
He just had enough to eat, and he could still digest his food after eating this.
Good things need to be shared, Ling Song held up a half-bitten hawthorn to Wen Yuanchu: "I'll give you a taste too, it's delicious."
Wen Yuanchu: "..."
Seeing the disgust in his eyes, Ling Song realized that his bite had left tooth marks all over the hawthorn. It's no wonder Wen Yuanchu didn't dislike him...
For a moment of embarrassment, he quickly twirled the bamboo stick, and brought the other end to Wen Yuanchu's mouth: "Then you bite from this side, I have never bitten before, just have a taste."
Wen Yuanchu glanced at him, and bit the hawthorn he had just gnawed half into his mouth.
Under Ling Song's surprised eyes, he chewed it calmly.
"Well enough."
Ling Song swallowed his voice silently.
... It was full of his saliva.
Forget it, if Wen Yuanchu doesn't mention it, he should not mention it.
The two of them shared a bunch of candied haws on the side of the road, and Ling Song's hands were all sticky with melted sugar water.
Wen Yuanchu went to a small roadside shop to buy a bottle of mineral water and asked Ling Song to wash his hands.
Then she took out a tissue, grabbed his hand, and wiped it clean.
Ling Song stared at Wen Yuanchu's lowered eyelashes, a little dazed.
How could Wen Yuanchu treat him like a three-year-old child
Can he wipe his hands
The words came to his lips, but he didn't say anything.
Ling Song thought to himself, he actually enjoys it a bit.
It's been a long time since anyone has served him like this, especially this person is Wen Yuanchu who has the same face as the regent, tsk.
Wen Yuanchu threw away the garbage and reminded Ling Song: "Get in the car and go back."
Ling Song waved his hand: "Let's go, I've just had a full meal, and I feel uncomfortable, digesting and digesting."
Wen Yuanchu did not object.
He supported the car, and Ling Song followed him. After walking a few steps, he turned his back and walked backwards.
"Go inside." Wen Yuanchu reminded him.
"what?"
"There are many cars outside, be careful."
After realizing what Wen Yuanchu meant, Ling Song giggled, and switched to the sidewalk side, not forgetting to praise him: "Yuanchu's father is really a good father who cares about cubs."
"... cub?"
Ling Song's face was not blushing and his heart was not beating: "You are the father, of course I am the cub."
Anyway, that's what those girls call him, it's better than calling him a girl.
Wen Yuanchu raised his hand, and before Ling Song could respond, he tapped on his forehead: "Nonsense."
Ling Song covered the place where he knocked with both hands, and complained vaguely: "What are you doing?"
Wen Yuanchu replied calmly: "Take care of my cub."
Ling Song chuckled.
"Wen Yuanchu, it's the first time I found out that you are quite humorous sometimes. I blamed you."
"Well, there are still many things you don't know."
Ling Song raised his eyebrows: "For example?"
Wen Yuanchu didn't say, "Guess for yourself."
"Guess what? Can't guess."
Inexplicable.
"It's fine if you can't guess."
Wen Yuanchu stepped into the car and rode forward for a while.
The cold wind at night brushed against his cheeks, gradually calming down his overheated mood.
He can't say.
I had already planned not to tell him, so as not to make him sad anymore.
He was just a little bit dissatisfied.
Panting, Ling Song chased after him, holding Wen Yuanchu's back seat with both hands: "Why are you riding so fast? I'm about to throw up, you did it on purpose!"
Wen Yuanchu stopped and looked back at him.
The emotions in his eyes were hidden in the thick darkness of night, and he couldn't tell clearly.
"Ling Song."
"do what?"
"Today, why did you think of calling me? At that time, the exam was not over yet. You should have called your family or called the police directly. Why did you call my number?"
Ling Song opened his mouth and was stunned.
He couldn't tell, why did he call Wen Yuanchu
He himself does not know.
Being stared at by Wen Yuanchu's calm eyes that seemed to be able to see through him, Ling Song was very uncomfortable, turned his eyes away, and muttered: "You are my Yuanchu father, can I call you for help? You just said that you care about cubs." .”
"Well, it's okay next time. I'm glad you thought of calling me at the first time."
Ling Song wrinkled his nose: "What are you happy about?"
Wen Yuanchu looked at him, thought for a while, and said, "It's funny how you cry."
Ling Song: "..."
"You promised not to laugh at me, how can you backtrack!"
"There is no one else here," Wen Yuanchu said with an inconspicuous arc on the corner of his mouth, "I won't tell anyone, don't be angry."
asshole.
Ling Song scolded him.
Wen Yuanchu said again: "But as I said, this kind of thing will never happen again, I promise it won't happen, you believe me."
His eyes were too serious, Ling Song nodded blankly: "Okay."
They continued to talk incongruously, and walked on.
Walking on the seaside highway, Ling Song turned his head to look at the flickering lights on the sea in the distance, and said casually: "I was a northerner in my previous life, so it's strange how I was reborn in a city in the south near the sea in this life."
"You don't think it's good here?"
"That's not true," Ling Song lowered his voice, "I've read some miscellaneous voyages written by others before, and I've also read many books about the customs and customs of the south. I've always wanted to see it with my own eyes. I have a chance in this life."
He had only spoken to the Regent about this matter.
At that time, he said that he wanted to make a southern tour, but was flatly rejected by the regent on the grounds that he was mobilizing troops, wasting people and wasting money.
He has never been out of Shangjing in his life.
Although he is the emperor, he is indeed a real frog in a well.
Ling Song was in a trance for a moment, then turned his head and smiled at Wen Yuanchu: "This place is very good, if I don't reincarnate here, how would I know that I still have such good luck in this life."
"Where is the good thing?"
"Anywhere is fine."
"reincarnation?"
"Yeah, I said I was the emperor in my previous life, believe it or not."
Ling Song yawned and jumped into the car: "I can't walk anymore, I want to sleep, please take me back."
Wen Yuanchu didn't ask any more questions.
He stepped into the car, grabbed Ling Song's hand and put it on his waist, reminding him: "You hug me, if you want to sleep, you can sleep next to me."
Ling Song smiled at him: "Thank you dad, okay."
Wen Yuanchu's expression became very strange and he couldn't say a word: "Who did you learn the word meme?"
"What's the matter? I think all those girls talk like that, Zhang Yang and the others will say that too."
"... did you ask them what the word meant?"
"I asked, that means thank you." Ling Song was full of righteousness.
Wen Yuanchu was silent for a moment, swallowed what he wanted to say, and changed his mouth: "This word is not very elegant, don't tell others in the future, you can tell me, it's okay."
Is it
When Wen Yuanchu said so, Ling Song believed it: "Okay."
Wen Yuanchu turned around and stepped on the pedal without changing his face.
He deliberately slowed down the speed of the car.
Ling Song leaned on his back and whispered: "Wen Yuanchu, the car you gave me has never been used. I will also ride to and from school every day in the future, and I can still be with you."
"what ever."
After being quiet for a while, he said again: "Forget it, my car is not as cool and handsome as yours, and I will definitely be inferior to you when I am with you."
Wen Yuanchu: "...you take my car every day, and I can also drive you to and from school."
"Really?"
"real."
"That's so embarrassing," Ling Song agreed without waiting for Wen Yuanchu to regret it, "Okay, I will take your car every day from now on."
"Can."
Ling Song was satisfied, his eyelids drooped.
In the sound of the waves, gradually sink into a dream.
The next day was Saturday, and Ling Song didn't wake up until after eight o'clock.
As soon as the phone was turned on, a WeChat message came in from Wen Yuanchu, saying that he had something to do this morning, so he went out and asked Ling Song to read the book by himself.
Ling Song pursed his lips, fell back under the blanket, and continued to sleep back into the cage.
At half past nine, Ling's mother came upstairs and kicked Ling Song out of bed.
"Look at what you look like. You can't get up until almost noon. If you don't come at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, no one will take care of you, right?"
It's not even ten o'clock, so it's almost noon.
Ling Song didn't dare to speak out, he went into the bathroom to wash up, whimpering.
While brushing his teeth, Wang Zide sent him a message.
Wang Zide: Boss, I was playing with someone near the city gymnasium. I seem to have seen Wen Yuanchu. Are you not with him
Ling Song replied: ...Why should I be with him
Wang Zide: Aren't you people who never leave their jobs
Ling Song didn't bother to talk to him.
However, what did Wen Yuanchu go to the city gymnasium for
After breakfast, Ling Song sat down at the desk absent-mindedly, feeling very bored, holding his mobile phone to send Wen Yuanchu a WeChat message.
Ling Song: Where have you been
Wen Yuanchu: There's something wrong.
Ling Song: Wang Zide said he saw you near the city gymnasium, why don't you take me with you when you go out to play
Wen Yuanchu: It's not for fun.
What is that for
Wen Yuanchu didn't come back, Ling Song was not happy.
Harassing people is not enough, and he doesn't want to read books anymore, so he clicks on the WeChat mini-game to play.
Ten minutes later, Wang Zide's WeChat message came in again, it was a voice message.
Ling Song opened it casually.
"Fuck fuck! Boss! Wen Yuanchu fought Jiang Yiming outside the gymnasium, no! It was Jiang Yiming who punched Wen Yuanchu in the face, the handsome guy is about to lose his face!"
Ling Song was startled.
What's the meaning? How could Wen Yuanchu not beat Jiang Yiming
Before he could ask, Wang Zide sent another message: "Damn it, Jiang Yiming is going to be unlucky, his coach just happened to see him beating Wen Yuanchu! Now he has been taken to the stadium by the coach to give a lecture, tsk tsk tsk."
Wang Zide's tone was full of gloating.
Ling Song was startled when he heard that.
He quickly called Wen Yuanchu, and asked immediately, "Did you go to Jiang Yiming to fight? Was he beaten? Wang Zide told me he saw it."
Wen Yuanchu's voice was as calm as usual: "It's nothing, it's just a little trouble."
"What's wrong with you? What are you doing to find him? Are you broken?"
"… No."
"You wait, I'll go find you."
Ling Song changed his clothes, rushed downstairs, said hello to his mother, and ran out of the house.
Originally, he wanted the driver, Uncle Chen, to take him there, but as soon as he went out, he met Mama Wen next door who was also coming out of the house. Mama Wen called him across the yard and asked him where he was going with a smile.
Ling Song hesitated for a moment, and told the truth: "I'm going to find Wen Yuanchu."
"That's right. I just received a call. Yuan Chu said that he was beaten in the city gymnasium. Let me deal with it. Come with me."
Mother Wen's tone was relaxed, there was no tension or worry about her son's accident on her face, and her face was full of smiles.
Ling Song couldn't understand it, but he didn't refuse, and followed her into the car.
Mother Wen was talking to Ling Song while driving, her tone could not hide her excitement: "You don't know, this little kid in the early Yuan Dynasty has big ideas since he was a child, and he doesn't need me and his father to worry about anything. I got into the police station after a fight, but he wouldn't let me and his dad go. Today he went out early in the morning, so I knew something was wrong with him. He said he was beaten outside and asked me to deal with it. I'm so happy, finally my mommy is still useful to him."
Ling Song: "..."
I don't know if it's Wen Yuanchu or his mother who is so weird.
The city gymnasium is not far away, and it takes less than half an hour to drive there.
Walking into the stadium, Ling Song saw Wen Yuanchu at a glance.
Sure enough, he was beaten, and the area from the corner of the left eye to the cheekbone was red and swollen, and the corner of his mouth was also blue, looking miserable.
When Mother Wen saw her son's appearance, she immediately changed her face, put on an unfriendly posture, and began to find fault with others.
"What's going on? How could my son be beaten up when he was in good shape? Did someone from you beat him? I want to call the police!"
Jiang Yiming's coach explained to her with a headache, explaining the whole story.
Mother Wen took out her mobile phone, dialed 110 on the spot, and started to deal with people aggressively.
Jiang Yiming stood aside with his neck stuck, staring at Wen Yuanchu desperately, but Wen Yuanchu didn't even give him a second glance.
Ling Song went to Wen Yuanchu's side, looked at his face for a moment, and was very painful: "What's the matter with you? Why did you come here to fight with that psychopath?"
Wen Yuanchu didn't look sideways: "I'll tell you later."
Ling Song was a little angry, remembering that when he entered the door before, he saw a pharmacy outside, and said to Wen Yuanchu, "I'll buy you ointment", turned and ran out.
When I came back, there were more people here.
It's Jiang Yiming's mother.
Arguing with Mama Wen.
The two women said something to each other, making it completely impossible for the others to get in the conversation.
But Mother Wen is pungent, and the other is a real shrew, who can bring out dirty words in every sentence, just like Jiang Yiming.
Ling Song couldn't take it anymore after listening to a few sentences, so he went to help Wen Yuanchu with medicine.
A cotton swab was stained with ointment and rubbed it on his face. Ling Song was careful, and after applying the ointment, he leaned over and blew it gently.
Wen Yuanchu's gaze fell on his extraordinarily serious face, and he stopped.
Ling Song raised his eyes and met his staring eyes: "... What do you see me doing?"
Wen Yuanchu turned his eyes away, his ears blushing slightly.
Ling Song was ignorant and continued to blow on his face.
The police from the police station came later, and after some mediation, Jiang Yiming's mother was asked to pay two hundred yuan for medical expenses.
Mother Wen insisted on asking Jiang Yiming's coach for an explanation, and even called the leader of the Municipal Sports Bureau she knew.
The coach was upset and promised to deal with it according to the team's rules.
In other words, Jiang Yiming is likely to be fired.
Jiang Yiming and his mother cried and cried.
But it's no longer their business.
Coming out of the gymnasium, Mother Wen immediately smiled and asked her son for credit: "At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, did Mommy perform well in it just now? Are you satisfied?"
Wen Yuanchu choked out a sentence: "Thank you, Mom."
Mother Wen was very happy, and said that she had invited her sisters to go shopping, left the two of them to do their own thing, and drove away first.
Ling Song was a little speechless.
His eyes turned to Wen Yuanchu: "Can we talk now?"
The handsome guy is really disfigured, and looks even uglier in the sun.
Ling Song was not happy.
Very upset.
Wen Yuanchu calmly explained: "Jiang Yiming is a sports student who belongs to the city's swimming team. He is about to participate in the provincial competition. If he wins the prize, he will have the opportunity to drop his score and enter the university."
"so?"
"His family has something to do with it, but my mother also knows people from the Municipal Sports Bureau. He made such a fuss today and even called the police. He will definitely be expelled from the city team. With his grades, he can't get into a good university by himself. .”
Ling Song didn't know what to say for a while: "... You came here on purpose to provoke him and let him beat you?"
"Um."
"My brother has already said that he will deal with this matter, why do you bother? Don't you feel hurt?"
Wen Yuanchu shook his head slightly: "He just sent a WeChat message to Hongmao. Even if your brother goes to the school, he can't do anything to him. At most, let him write another review."
Compared with being fined to write a review or beating him up again, it was just innocuous. Obviously ruining his future would make him feel more uncomfortable.
"How are you sure you will be seen by his coach?"
"A teammate on his team is my junior high school classmate. I asked him to help lure the coach out."
Ling Song was completely speechless, Wen Yuanchu became more ruthless, no less than the Regent.
Fortunately, now is a society ruled by law, he will not do anything too outrageous.
Wen Yuanchu took the car and walked back side by side with Ling Song.
After a while of silence, he asked Ling Song in a low voice: "You...do you think I've gone too far?"
"No," Ling Song disapproved, "He troubled us again and again, and even urged the red-haired gang to block me. If you hadn't come in time yesterday, I would have been beaten by the red-haired gang. The hospital deserves his bad luck."
It's nothing to be expelled from the city team. This kind of troublemaker will be punished by his family for the rest of his life.
snort.
"I saw that you didn't speak, and thought you were unhappy."
Ling Song was a little unaccustomed to Wen Yuanchu's cautious tone: "Of course I'm not happy. Look at your pig-headed face. It's so ugly and unsightly."
Wen Yuanchu touched his face uncomfortably, and said, "It will grow back in a few days, and it won't be ugly."
Ling Song let out a chuckle: "That's something that needs to be grown quickly. The handsome guy loses his face, and his image is greatly reduced. How many little girls will be heartbroken."
There was a faint light in Wen Yuanchu's dark pupils, and he looked at him: "Do you think my face is pretty?"
"Of course it looks good!" Ling Song nodded vigorously, "Don't you think so?"
"real?"
"real!"
Wen Yuanchu seemed a little happier: "Yes."
"Let's go, I'll drive you back."
Ling Song got into the car, hugged Wen Yuanchu's waist, and told him again: "Wen Yuanchu, you have to take good care of your face. It's a pity that such a beautiful work of art is ruined."
"good."
Wen Yuanchu earnestly agreed.
On the seventy-seventh day after he came back, he felt that my face was pretty... I seemed to have a play.
I am so happy today.