on Monday.
Early in the morning, Ling Jie personally sent Ling Song to the school, and went to talk to the school dean, grade leader and Ma Guoshun.
Ling Song didn't bother to ask, anyway, Jiang Yiming's good life is over.
Among them, the test results came out one after another, and Ling Song counted his total marks with his fingers.
113 in Chinese, 54 in mathematics, 66 in English, 17 in physics, and others are negligible, and the total is far more than 200 points.
"I am two hundred and five."
Zhang Yang turned around and was about to ask Ling Song about his grades, when he heard this sentence, he burst out laughing.
But seeing Ling Song showing off to Wen Yuanchu with an embarrassing face, he endured it and turned back silently.
Wen Yuanchu took Ling Song's paper and read it carefully. He did all the basic questions, and the accuracy rate was very high, so he made rapid progress.
It should not be a big problem to catch up with the school schedule before the next semester starts.
"You are great." Wen Yuanchu praised him.
"Really?"
Ling Song was very happy, Wen Yuanchu's compliments always made him very comfortable and beautiful.
"Well, it's great, keep up the good work, it will be better next time."
Zhang Yang in the front row rubbed his ears.
Tsk, so nasty.
After returning home from school in the afternoon, Ling Jie told Ling Song that Jiang Yiming's matter had been settled and the school would transfer him to another class.
That guy was also fired by the city swimming team. His mother wanted to make a fuss, but after inquiring, she found out that their family was a supplier of Wen's company and had to rely on Wen's company for food.
Hearing what Ling Jie said, Ling Song suddenly realized that in this era, the status of businessmen is far higher than that of four hundred years ago, and the rich often still have power, so they live a happy life.
The Wen family is rich, and so is his family.
He asked Ling Jie: "Compared with the Wen family, which one is richer?"
Ling Jie: "... almost."
So he couldn't use his wallet to raise Wen Yuanchu as his younger brother.
Cut, it's boring.
Ling Song said to his brother: "From tomorrow, I plan to go to and from school with Wen Yuanchu instead of taking the car."
"Can you ride a bike?"
"Too lazy to ride, Wen Yuanchu will give me a ride."
"... Isn't it more comfortable to ride a car than to ride a car? It's cold now, and it's often windy and rainy, which delays time."
Ling Jie's expression was a little subtle: "When did you and Wen Yuanchu become so close?"
Ling Song didn't hear the deep meaning in his brother's words, and he said straightforwardly: "It's nice to have someone talking on the road, and I have nothing to say to Uncle Chen. Wen Yuanchu, that boring gourd, I have to let him be more cheerful."
Ling Jie hesitated again and again, but didn't say anything more.
You don't care if someone is happy or not, his parents don't care about it.
Ling Song only regarded his brother as agreeing, and was very happy.
Jump upstairs.
Ling Jie said to his wife very worriedly: "I think Xiao Song is a little abnormal."
... I hope he is thinking too much.
After dinner, before Wen Yuanchu came over, Ling Song received a WeChat message from Xia Langxing.
Xia Langxing: I passed 220 this time, higher than you, right
Ling Song: I am two hundred and five.
Xia Ranxing: ...
Xia Langxing: You, uh, forget it.
Xia Langxing: Come out to play? Internet cafe row.
Ling Song: No, I want to study.
Ling Song didn't reply.
He is not a person who likes to study very much. In his previous life, Ma Taifu was worried about this, but in this life, he was just stared at by Wen Yuanchu.
But compared to playing games with an idiot, he still prefers to study with Wen Yuanchu.
When Wen Yuanchu came over, Ling Song had just put away his phone.
He smiled at Wen Yuanchu: "My brother promised to let me take your car to and from school in the future."
Wen Yuanchu nodded: "Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."
Ling Song: "What?"
Wen Yuanchu sat down calmly and opened the book.
His heart was full of enthusiasm, but he didn't show half of it on his face.
Early the next morning.
After the morning run, they went back to each house to have breakfast. Wen Yuanchu rode to the door of Ling's house and waited for Ling Song to pack his schoolbag and go out.
Ling Jie was driving out, passed by Wen Yuanchu, rolled down the window and called him.
Wen Yuanchu greeted him.
Ling Jie asked him: "At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, weren't you tired of riding Xiaosong to and from school? Did he ask you? He just has a lot of things to do, and whenever he thinks about it, he always thinks about it. Just ignore him."
Wen Yuanchu replied: "I told him that exercising is nothing, you won't be tired."
Ling Jie was speechless,...forget it.
After Ling Jie drove away, Ling Song dawdled out of the car.
He jumped into Wen Yuanchu's car and hugged his waist with a smile: "Let's go, Yuanchu father."
Wen Yuanchu said "sit well" and rode out.
The air is fresh in the morning, although it is a bit cold, but not stuffy.
Sit on a bicycle and shuttle through the busy traffic, leaving behind those cars that are stuck in long queues.
Ling Song felt very happy.
He should have gone to and from school with Wen Yuanchu earlier.
When they were about to arrive at school, they ran into a classmate who often played with Ling Song on the road, and they also rode a bicycle with their girlfriend from the liberal arts class behind.
The girl saw them first, and waved her hand to greet them.
"Ling Song, Wen Yuanchu, do you go to school together?"
Ling Song looked at them, then at himself and Wen Yuanchu.
... suddenly felt a little weird.
Wen Yuanchu came forward on his bike, and the boys also saw them, and teased Ling Song: "Your daughter is sitting in a special seat? Finally, I got what I wanted, congratulations."
Ling Song felt a little ashamed.
Could it be that he had thought about Wen Yuanchu's back seat before
"...you don't talk and no one thinks you are dumb."
The girl laughs behind her.
Seeing her excited expression in a blink of an eye, Ling Song inexplicably thought of those crying IDs in the post bar who claimed that their mother called him Zai Zai, and felt a chill.
Wen Yuanchu speeded up and threw those two away.
At the gate of the school, the dean personally went into battle, making a surprise inspection of the students' conduct.
Those without school uniform are not allowed to enter.
Boys with hair over their ears and girls with disheveled hair are not allowed to enter.
Those with early snack boxes in their hands are not allowed to enter.
…
…
Oh, male and female students who are too close together are not allowed to enter!
Seeing two bicycles parked one after the other at the school gate, the teaching director stepped forward and signaled the girl and Ling Song to get off the bicycle very unhappy.
"What's the matter with you? How many times have you said that puppy love is not allowed, you all think that school discipline does not exist, right?"
"You, you, all of you, all of you, let me invite the parents to come."
"Stand here for me, and wait for your parents to come."
The girl got out of the car and murmured softly, "I'll just sit in his car, why is it considered dating? We didn't do anything else."
Ling Song hurriedly reminded the dean: "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, we, Wen Yuanchu and I, both of us are men."
The dean was furious, and first scolded the girl: "How dare you argue that you are not in a relationship? I saw it just now. You put your arms around his waist and clinging to his body. You can't get close. You two are not in a relationship. Are you two?" doing what?"
Without waiting for the girl to talk, he taught Ling Song and Wen Yuanchu again: "And you two, what do you two boys look like? Don't think I don't understand anything. You young men can talk to boys and girls. in love!"
Ling Song: "..."
You are so stylish.
But he and Wen Yuanchu are really, really innocent.
Why no one believes it
Wen Yuanchu calmly explained: "Mr. Zhang, you misunderstood. Ling Song and I are just classmates with a good relationship. Because we are neighbors, it is convenient to go to and from school together. We are not in love, really not."
Ling Song quickly nodded in agreement: "Really not, I swear."
The dean looked suspiciously back and forth between the two of them.
It wasn't that he was suspicious, he doubted the two boys with nothing to eat.
He has been a teacher for 30 years and a dean of education for 18 years. He has seen more than tens of millions of students, and he has developed a pair of sharp eyes long ago.
Whether there is any ambiguity between the two students, he can almost tell at a glance.
He dared to guarantee with his few remaining strands of hair that the relationship between the two boys in front of him was not normal.
But Ling Song and Wen Yuanchu were very calm and refused to admit it.
There is no solid evidence, and it cannot be criticized with such fanfare like boys and girls falling in love.
The dean held his breath a little, and changed his adverbial tone to educate them: "Do you know it yourself? If you refuse to admit it, I can't do anything about you. Although I am a few rounds older than you, it's not like I have nothing. I understand, and I don’t think that the sky will fall if two boys are together. Whether you like boys or girls is your own business, but you have to be responsible for yourself. You are still young, and now you can focus on your studies and fall in love. , at least until after college.”
Wen Yuanchu received the teaching with an open mind: "Mr. Zhang, don't worry, we know what's in our hearts and we won't let you down."
Ling Song: "???"
Wait, they really didn't fall in love!
In the end, the dean showed mercy and let them enter the school with a wave of his hand, and left the other two unlucky ones alone to invite their parents.
When Wen Yuanchu parked the car, Ling Song stood beside him and complained, "Do you think the dean is blind? We are both men. Why does he insist that I am in a relationship with you? And you, What does that last sentence mean? Why does it sound like admitting that we have an affair. "
Wen Yuanchu ignored him, lowered his head and locked the car.
Ling Song reached out to poke his arm: "Wen Yuanchu, say something."
"There's nothing to say." Wen Yuanchu choked out a sentence.
"Why is there nothing to say? Don't you think the dean is very unreasonable?"
Wen Yuanchu stood up straight and looked at him with no emotion in his eyes: "Boys and boys can fall in love, and it's normal for the dean to be suspicious."
Ling Song choked.
It's also the same reason. His family's ancestors who were emperors all married a male queen, and their names will last forever.
Men and men are fine.
"Besides, you did like me before and confessed to me."
here we go again.
Ling Song was afraid that Wen Yuanchu would bring this up, so he immediately got angry: "I said it was me..."
"Young and ignorant," Wen Yuanchu continued, "you are quite young and ignorant now."
After leaving this sentence, Wen Yuanchu turned and walked towards the teaching building.
Ling Song chased after him angrily.
"Hey, Wen Yuanchu, what do you mean? Tell me clearly, why am I so young and ignorant?"
"Don't ignore me."
"You ignore me and I will ignore you again in the future. I will break up with you."
Wen Yuanchu stopped and looked sideways at him.
Ling Song was taken aback.
Wen Yuanchu's hand touched his forehead.
Ling Song frowned: "What are you doing hitting my forehead again?"
"Only kindergarten children would say that they broke up with others, and you still say that you are not young and ignorant?"
Ling Song was speechless.
Being pushed back by Wen Yuanchu's few words, he was a little sluggish.
He murmured dejectedly: "Then I won't ride in your car in the future, so as not to be misunderstood."
"No need."
Wen Yuanchu said: "You can just have a clear conscience, and don't care what others think."
But he was guilty.
Ling Song didn't dare to say.
He didn't know why, he just had a guilty conscience.
"...Wen Yuanchu, do you really not care about being misunderstood by the teacher and teased by the classmates?"
There are even malicious words from people like Jiang Yiming.
"Why should I care? What do other people think of me?"
Wen Yuanchu's voice was slightly cold.
He ignored Ling Song and went to the teaching building first.
For the rest of the day, neither of them spoke much.
As if in a cold war.
In the afternoon self-study class, Zhang Yang passed a note to Ling Song.
[Girl, did you quarrel with Wen Yuanchu? You upset him again?]
[Nonsense.]
[Then why are you so silent today? Didn't hear you acting like a baby with him, Dad is so used to it.]
Ling Song: "..."
When did he act coquettishly with Wen Yuanchu
[I heard that you were raped by the dean together with Wang Haiming and the others today?]
[What about catching rape, will you talk about you, we are innocent!]
[tsk.]
Ten minutes later, Zhang Yang sent another note.
[No wonder Wen Yuanchu ignored you.]
?
I don't even know what illness he had again today, but you actually know
So why did Wen Yuanchu ignore him
Ling Song peeked at Wen Yuanchu beside him.
This person was holding a pen in his hand, not doing his homework, and was actually distracted.
Huh
Wen Yuanchu was absent-minded.
On the eightieth day after he came back, he said that he didn't want to be misunderstood,... I might still be out of luck.
Really couldn't be happier.