early in the morning.
As soon as Ling Song entered the classroom and sat down, the team leader knocked on his desk and asked him to hand in his homework.
Ling Song replied calmly: "I didn't write it. Teacher Ma said that I don't have to do my homework these days."
Ma Guosheng did say that yesterday.
The team leader was very surprised: "Teacher Ma is so pampering you? Can you skip your homework?"
Ling Song didn't explain much.
He couldn't do anything he wanted to, and he didn't even know how to write a pen.
Zhang Yang turned his head and asked him: "The monthly exam in the next two days, can you do it? Did Brother Hai say you don't have to take the exam?"
"No way."
This is really not possible.
Ma Guosheng probably didn't fully believe what he said, so he had to look at his monthly exam results first.
Let's see, Ling Song thought, at least he should be able to do well in Chinese.
Before the morning reading bell rang, Wen Yuanchu was the last one to enter the classroom, and as soon as he sat down, he began to scribble and scribble to catch up with homework.
Ling Song glanced at it, and thought to himself, did this person become a thief last night, and he only came to make up his homework early in the morning
Wen Yuanchu suddenly raised his eyes.
Ling Song's heart trembled, and he quickly looked away.
The man's voice rang in his ears: "Morning."
Ling Song: "..."
He stretched his neck, took out a blank book, and then turned out the Chinese document, and began to copy the book.
Regardless of other things, he has to write the word smoothly before speaking.
It's useless to say anything else.
For the rest of the day, Ling Song practiced calligraphy.
Right now, he only wants to get more points in the Chinese subject, and he has given up on other things.
I didn't rest during the lunch break at noon, and the writing in my pen became more and more fluent, and I had a rough idea of the simplified characters of commonly used characters.
This is much easier than writing with a brush. No wonder people here are used to using this kind of pen.
Ling Song sighed while copying the book.
"Multiple-choice questions, you can also get some points."
Apart from the greeting in the morning, the deskmate who had never spoken to him suddenly spoke again.
Ling Song paused for a moment while holding the pen, and subconsciously looked at him.
Wen Yuanchu wrote the four letters A, B, C, and D on his manuscript paper, and told him: "Just choose one of the multiple-choice questions. It doesn't matter if you don't understand it. You can guess it. Choose the shortest answer if you have three long and one short answers." That, three shorts and one long choose the longest one, if two longs and two shorts choose B, if the same length and the same short choose A, if they are uneven, choose C, you can always get a few questions right.”
Ling Song blinked, a little flattered, this man had the exact same face as the regent, but he was so... affable to him, he was really not used to it.
"That's okay?"
Wen Yuanchu said: "Yes."
Ling Song smiled: "Oh—"
"thank you."
A, B, C, D, this one is easy, Ling Song tried to write it twice, and learned it quickly.
Hearing the melody that Ling Song hummed happily, Wen Yuanchu's pen trembled and he lowered his eyes.
In the evening, Ling Jie, who got off work early, came to the school to pick up the students in person.
Ling Song got into the car, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Wen Yuanchu coming out of school on the bike, and after a short while, his figure disappeared into the rolling traffic.
He stared at it for a while, then asked Ling Jie: "Brother, do you know the neighbor next to our house?"
Ling Jie started the car, and answered casually: "You mean Uncle Wen's family? We know each other. Dad and Uncle Wen are business partners or old friends. Of course we know each other. Why do you suddenly ask about this?"
"...Wen Yuanchu is at the same table as me."
"So it's because of that kid." Ling Jie was a little amused, "Are you guys fighting again?"
Ling Song was expressionless. So he fought with Wen Yuanchu
Ling Jie said: "You two have been at odds since childhood. You like to pester people to play with you, but that kid Wen Yuanchu doesn't pay any attention to you at all. You have a big temper. If he ignores you, you just go and beat him, which makes daddy so angry. Mom is going to go to Wen's house every three days to apologize for you, you are so kind."
Ling Song: "..."
He dared not hit the regent.
"I forgot, I don't know."
"Forget about the past," Ling Jie reminded him helplessly, "Don't provoke him again, he is a good student, and he is going to be admitted to a prestigious university, unlike you, who makes troubles all day long and can't stop."
Ling Song didn't take it seriously, it was too late for him to hide from anyone who provoked him.
The next two days are the monthly exams once a month, which is also the first exam after the division of arts and sciences in the second grade group.
The school attached great importance to it, and divided the examination room according to the ranking of the final exam last semester, and Ling Song was in the middle of the examination room.
It turned out that Ling Song didn't like studying, but he was smart and his test scores were passable.
Before entering the examination room, Ling Song met Wen Yuanchu in the corridor of the classroom. He stood there as if waiting for someone.
Ling Song pretended not to see him, and hurried to the toilet before ringing the bell.
Wen Yuanchu was still standing there when he came back, Ling Song walked over without looking sideways, but Wen Yuanchu called him back.
Ling Song opened the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Is there something wrong?"
Wen Yuanchu looked at him, and it took him a long time to say: "Don't be nervous."
He wasn't nervous at all, not at all.
Ling Song laughed and laughed, and went back to the examination room.
The first Chinese test, except for pinyin, was not difficult. Classical Chinese was even easier for Ling Song. For the last composition question, he simply wrote a policy theory, and he was still full of ideas after writing it, secretly proud of himself.
This kind of thing is too simple.
But soon, the pride was gone.
From the second subject of mathematics, he could only scratch his head and follow the method taught by Wen Yuanchu, with those multiple-choice questions, and he couldn't write a single word in other places.
On Thursday afternoon, after finishing the last physics exam, Ling Song could hardly walk.
As soon as he walked out of the examination room, he ran into Wen Yuanchu again.
Wen Yuanchu looked at him in the corridor crowded with people, and was about to speak when someone behind him shouted: "Boss!"
Wang Zide and the others came over excitedly and called Ling Song to play basketball.
"I want to go home."
"What are you doing home so early? It's only past three o'clock. Let's go and play a game."
Before Ling Song could refuse again, those people had already hooked their shoulders and pulled him away.
Wen Yuanchu stopped in the corridor on the third floor and looked towards the playground from afar.
Ling Song caught the ball thrown by others with both hands, and stood there looking around, at a loss for what to do.
Zhang Yang, who had already run under the basketball hoop, shouted loudly: "Girl, what are you doing so stupid! Hurry up and pass the ball to Dad!"
Ling Song frowned, and finally heard clearly this time, this guy called his daughter again and again.
How unreasonable! Be bold!
Ling Song smashed the ball hard, Zhang Yang jumped up to catch it, and then shot it neatly.
Ling Song opened his eyes wide, hey, it seems interesting
The teenagers ran back and forth on the playground, their smiling faces shining brightly in the sun.
Wen Yuanchu watched quietly, unable to move his eyes for a long time.
After playing a game, the group went to the cold drink shop opposite the school to eat ice cream.
Ling Song ordered double-ball strawberries and vanilla.
He likes this kind of food very much. He has eaten similar ice cream in his previous life, but he can only taste a small bite every time, because his spleen and stomach are bad, and he was not allowed to eat more when his father and queen mother were still alive. stared at him and refused to give him these.
So he always hated the Regent.
Just thinking about the regent king, the same face as the regent king appeared in front of his eyes.
It suddenly rained outside, Wen Yuanchu pushed the car to the eaves outside the cold drink shop to hide from the rain.
"Why did this buddy go back so late? Didn't he finish the exam early?" Someone whispered.
Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, Ling Song could only see the cold and hard profile of the man outside, and shivered involuntarily.
This person is clearly not the regent, but that face is too similar, especially when he is silent like this, it always makes him feel delusional.
Zhang Yang said casually: "Maybe it was on purpose, he has been very warm to our daughter these two days."
"Ghosts believe."
"Believe it or not, it's true anyway."
"Cough—" Ling Song choked.
"You call me a girl again, I ordered people..."
Ling Song blurted out the title from his previous life, and he suddenly realized it in the middle of the sentence, so he stopped quickly.
The others laughed together.
"Your Majesty calm down."
"Concubine Zhang Gui is so cowardly, Your Majesty, don't be as knowledgeable as him."
"This will put Concubine Zhang Gui into the cold palace!"
Ling Song silently swallowed the sentence "I ordered people to drag you out to feed the dogs".
Later, the rain became heavier and heavier, seeing that there was no intention of stopping, the classmates who lived close to home ran away in the rain, Zhang Yang and Wang Zide took a taxi together, leaving Ling Song alone, staying here to wait for the driver at home to pick him up.
He finished his double scoop and ordered another.
His parents gave him a lot of pocket money, although he has no concept of money, no matter in his previous life or in this life.
Wen Yuanchu came in and bought a glass of juice.
He stood at the door of the shop to drink, Ling Song bit the plastic spoon, hesitated again and again, and called him: "Do you want to sit down?"
Wen Yuanchu came over and sat down opposite Ling Song.
... Does this person have to be hired? What's wrong
Ling Song smiled at him: "Thank you, the method you taught is quite effective, and I should be able to get some points in those courses."
Wen Yuanchu asked him, "What should we do next?"
Ling Song replied casually: "Ms. Ma asked me to read the previous books first and study them again."
"You know how to learn?"
I'm not stupid.
Well, he really doesn't know yet.
It's even completely impossible to start.
Re-learn, where to start
Wen Yuanchu said, "I'll teach you."
Ling Song was stunned: "... Zhang Yang and the others said, you didn't pay much attention to me before, why are you so kind now?"
Wen Yuanchu calmly explained: "You fell into the water, I am responsible, I will teach you, you should."
Did he really think that he committed suicide out of love and wanted to make up for it
Ling Song was speechless.
Fine.
"Thank you then." Ling Song only took it as a polite remark and didn't take it to heart.
Wen Yuanchu nodded: "No need."
Wen Yuanchu's eyes fell on the second ice cream he was about to finish, and reminded him: "It's too cold, it's not good for the stomach, you should eat less."
Ling Song disagreed: "It's all right, it's not bad."
It's rare that his body is better than before, so he doesn't want to be taboo.
Wen Yuanchu endured it and didn't say any more.
Half an hour later, the Ling family's car came and the rain stopped.
Wen Yuanchu left by bicycle, his back in the setting sun after the rain, as if coated with a soft halo, gradually receded.
Ling Song sat in the car, thinking, how about going back and telling his parents that he should learn from that too