In the next two weeks, because the weather was too cold and the final exam was approaching, Wen Yuanchu stopped his morning exercise.
Not only that, he refused to let Ling Song take his car again, saying that the road was icy and slippery and it was cold, and it would be troublesome to drive such a big living person.
Ling Song was very depressed and wronged.
It was as if his plan to chase someone had already died in half before it started.
But at the moment, he didn't think too much, and buried himself in the mountain of books every day, studying, studying, and studying hard.
Ling Song suspected that if he failed the final exam, Wen Yuanchu would be angry with him.
If Wen Yuanchu disliked his poor grades, he and Wen Yuanchu would have no future.
One semester has passed, and Ling Song has already caught up with most of his homework. He has completed mathematics and English courses in the first year of high school, and his physics and chemistry students have reached the level of junior high school graduation.
Starting from the first grade of elementary school with zero foundation, he can learn this level in just over four months. In some respects, Ling Song may really be a genius.
Of course, Wen Yuanchu, a teacher who is very good at grasping the key points, has contributed even more.
"The full score in the final exam is 660. If I can get a total score of 400, what reward will you give me?"
Before entering the examination room, Ling Song asked Wen Yuanchu with a smile, his bright eyes were filled with undisguised expectation.
Wen Yuanchu looked at him and said, "We'll talk about it after you finish the exam."
"...Why do you have to finish the exam?"
"Now that I know, is there any surprise?"
Huh? Wen Yuanchu actually played a surprise game with him
Ling Song was immediately happy, and his head became hot. At the entrance of the examination room where people were coming and going, under the eyes of everyone, he rushed forward and hugged Wen Yuanchu with all his strength.
Wen Yuanchu was knocked back by his brute force and took a step back, wrapping his arms around him.
Ling Song lowered his head and rubbed on Wen Yuanchu's shoulder. After realizing that he had done something stupid again, he quickly backed away and smiled at Wen Yuanchu: "Cheer up Yuanchu's father, I wish Yuanchu's father will continue to be the number one in the grade."
Wen Yuanchu: "...OK."
He took a step forward, embraced Ling Song again, and whispered in his ear: "I also cheer for Zai Zai, I wish Zai Zai a score of 400 in the exam, and move forward to another 100."
Ling Song withdrew from Wen Yuanchu's arms with red ears, and lowered his voice: "What are you doing, you don't want to lose face."
He waved his hand and happily entered the examination room.
Sitting down in the examination room, Ling Song raised his hand and patted his overheated face, gradually calming down.
He is full of strength and confidence at the moment.
For Wen Yuanchu, he must pass the exam!
The two-day exam passed quickly.
After finishing the last test, all the students in Class One, Grade Two gathered at the school gate, and the class reunion started.
The location is a grilled fish shop in the commercial center near the school. The class leader and the others booked a place early in the morning. There was a whole large private room with five tables in total, and they ordered a case of beer.
One person filled a glass, the monitor stood up, and was the first to toast: "One year has passed, and half of our high school career has passed. Goodbye everyone, next year is next year. I don't have much to say. I wish you all a prosperous new year." , the grades have improved to a higher level, come on, cheers."
Everyone stood up, shouting "Happy New Year" amidst laughter and laughter, and toasted together. The taste is a bit strange, but not bad.
Wen Yuanchu reminded him in a low voice: "Taste a couple of sips and forget it, don't drink too much."
Ling Song didn't like it, just a box of beer was enough for each person to share a glass, but Wen Yuanchu only let him drink two sips, which was too much.
Wen Yuanchu didn't give him a chance to refuse, he drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, took his glass again, and poured two-thirds of it.
Ling Song: "... why are you like this?"
"You drink too much and cry and go berserk, I can't bear it."
"When did I cry and fuss?"
No, he never had a drink with Wen Yuanchu at all
"What are you talking about? When did I drink too much and cry and fight with you?"
last life.
Wen Yuanchu said coldly, "You don't remember."
Ling Song said "Oh", that was the original Ling Song, that's fine, he can be counted as him.
Wen Yuanchu put two pieces of the most tender fish belly meat into his bowl: "Eat."
Ling Song immediately felt comfortable again.
Wen Yuanchu was doing it for his own good, he knew it, and he didn't care about it.
He also helped Wen Yuanchu pick up fish with chopsticks: "You eat it too."
While they were eating, they were flirting with each other, and the others didn't even notice: "Ling Song, Wen Yuanchu, please do me a favor, don't feed dog food in public every day, okay?"
Ling Song grinned.
He is happy, do? Your shit.
After dinner, some people went home early, and some people went to ktv.
Ling Song, a country bumpkin, has never been to KTV, so he insisted on seeing him, so Wen Yuanchu could only accompany him.
In the dark ktv room, the students gathered together in twos and threes, playing games and grabbing wheat.
Ling Song really couldn't stand those popular songs with magic sounds piercing his ears, or the lyrics were particularly straightforward, and he couldn't sing, so he went to watch other people play board games, participated in it with great interest, and was kicked off again. table, those who played mobile games online refused to take him.
He went back to Wen Yuanchu angrily, and pushed Wen Yuanchu's arm: "Why do you sit here all the time, you go to play too, you must be good at everything, they dare not dislike you."
Wen Yuanchu pulled him to sit down: "No, it's nothing fun, just sit down for a while, don't run around."
Ling Song is obedient, don't play if you don't play, and it's good to be able to talk to Wen Yuanchu.
They sat in the corner of the private room.
The lighting is dim, with only a few colorful spotlights.
With a bottle of Coke in his hand, Wen Yuanchu absently watched the song MV playing on the screen.
Light and shadow swayed across his profile from time to time, reflecting mottled shadows.
Ling Song sucked the orange juice with a straw in his mouth, glanced at him from time to time, moved slightly in his mind, leaned over to lie on Wen Yuanchu's arm and talked to him: "Wen Yuanchu, you look so good-looking."
Wen Yuanchu's eyes moved to him, with a hint of subtlety in his eyes: "Good-looking?"
Ling Song nodded vigorously: "It's very beautiful."
Especially in this light, that face looked so alluring.
After a while, he heard a low laugh.
Ling Song thought it was his hallucination, but when he looked up, he saw the corner of Wen Yuanchu's mouth was raised, he was really smiling.
Wen Yuanchu reached out, squeezed his chin, and threw out two words: "Nympho."
Ling Song: "... Who are you calling a nymphomaniac? Why don't you let people tell you that you are good-looking? I am also good-looking. Except for you and me, I have never seen a better-looking one."
"Well, you said yes."
Ling Song became more and more itchy when he laughed: "Wen Yuanchu, you look better when you smile, you should smile more, it's a waste if you don't have such a good face."
Wen Yuanchu ignored him.
The more he was like this, the more Ling Song wanted to make trouble with him, so he leaned against Wen Yuanchu and sniffed him hard.
It still smells good.
Yao Nana was right, he just liked Wen Yuanchu, so he felt that his fragrance was all about the seductive smell of hormones.
Ling Song thought a little intoxicated, wondering when he would be able to sleep with Wen Yuanchu.
It is not bad to be slept by Wen Yuanchu, he is happy.
No matter how determined Wen Yuanchu was, it was unbearable for Ling Song, the little dog, to hug and rub against him, and the dog's nose was still sniffing.
Ling Song smiled at him: "If you don't make trouble, don't make trouble."
The two of them huddled together and talked nonsense, until the squad leader picked up the microphone and called on everyone to stop playing their own games and play games together.
Everyone sits in a circle around the sofa and plays that truth or dare.
Another dozen beers were ordered, and those who confessed to cowardice had to drink themselves as punishment.
Ling Song had just figured out the rules of the game, but he was drawn in the first round. With a confused look on his face, he chose the truth amidst the booing.
"When was your first kiss?"
"Criteria for choosing a spouse, describe it in detail."
"Is there anyone you have a crush on?"
Everyone rushed to ask questions, before Ling Song could answer, Wen Yuanchu blocked him first: "I can only ask one."
In the end, the squad leader asked questions on behalf of everyone: "You are the first one to be drawn, so I won't make it difficult for you. Just ask the simplest question. If there is anyone you have a crush on, just answer yes or no."
There were strange screams.
Ling Song: "..."
Of course there is, but he can't say.
He said now that it would be embarrassing if Wen Yuanchu guessed it.
He's not ready to confess now.
After hesitating again and again, Ling Song picked up the glass of beer that had already been poured on the coffee table, raised his head and gulped it down.
"I don't want to say, next one."
The laughter and laughter in the private room became louder.
Wen Yuanchu frowned lightly, endured it, and did not speak.
In the next few rounds, some people choose the truth, and some choose the big risk.
In this ambiguous and dimly lit ktv room, the youth hormones of boys and girls are boiling and burning, whether it is truth or adventure, how ambiguous and how to play, the more they play, the more excited they are.
Ling Song was drawn again.
Thinking that the two who chose the big adventure just now were asked to pass napkins mouth to mouth, he decisively chose the truth again.
Immediately someone was the first to ask: "Tell me, have you ever had a erotic dream? Is there a specific object in the dream?"
Amidst the laughter and laughter, Ling Song gave him a sad look, picked up the wine glass again, and poured the whole glass into his mouth.
What a joke, let alone say this in front of Wen Yuanchu.
Otherwise, neither father nor son will have to do it in the future.