At 7:30 on Saturday morning, Ling Song was dug out of bed by his mother.
"Hurry up and go downstairs to have breakfast. Yuanchu has already arrived. You are so ashamed to give you extra lessons and let others wait for you."
Ling Song rubbed his face.
... It's not that he wants to make up lessons.
Half an hour later, Ling Song finished washing and went downstairs.
Wen Yuanchu was sitting on the sofa in the living room, chatting with his father.
Ling Song felt that this picture was a little weird.
He stopped on the stairs, looked at his father and Wen Yuanchu, and inexplicably remembered a small incident in his previous life.
When Wen Che was sixteen years old, he followed his father's behest to guard the border. Before leaving Beijing, he went to the palace to meet the emperor. Outside Xingqing Palace, Ling Song met the young general who was famous in Beijing for the first time.
At that time, Ling Song was only in his early ten years old, and it was the time when he was full of curiosity. He was very envious of Wen Che's shiny black gold armor, and took the initiative to approach him to talk to him, saying that he wanted to be a general like him in the future.
However, Wen Che didn't pretend to be the little prince, and only replied to him indifferently: "Your Highness has no strength to restrain a chicken, so he can't be a general."
Ling Song got angry, and from then on he carefully hated this person.
Ling Song thought to himself, fortunately Wen Yuanchu is not Wen Che.
Otherwise, it would be too much to say.
When he got closer, he heard clearly what his dad was chatting with Wen Yuanchu. His dad was proudly showing off an antique vase from the Cheng Dynasty that he just received two days ago.
Father Ling put the vase on the tea table, inserted the sweet-scented osmanthus branches picked from the yard outside, and beckoned Wen Yuanchu to watch it with him with a smile on his face.
Wen Yuanchu hardly spoke, just nodded from time to time, echoing Ling's father.
Ling Song glanced at it.
Where is the vase? It is clearly the spittoon used by those noble families back then.
... Forget it, he still doesn't want to tell his dad the truth.
After Ling Song had finished his breakfast, Wen Yuanchu went upstairs with him back to his room.
After sitting down, Ling Song stretched his neck and asked Wen Yuanchu, "Don't you need to do your homework?"
"I finished writing last night."
last night? when? After going back
How late did he go back last night
Wang Zide and the others have always complained that the teachers are inhumane, that they don't let people take a breather after the monthly exam, that there are too many homework assignments that can't be finished in two days, and this person finished it in one night
"What time did you write when you went back?"
Wen Yuanchu replied casually: "It's not until twelve o'clock."
Ling Song: "..."
No wonder he was always the first in grade in the exams, incomparable, incomparable.
Wen Yuanchu didn't say much to him, and gave him the papers he had written, which were all learned last night.
Ling Song reluctantly picks up the pen.
annoying.
Fortunately, his mind is really good, he can learn most of the things Wen Yuanchu taught, and he will never forget them.
After finishing the paper in twenty minutes, Wen Yuanchu looked at it and nodded lightly: "That's right."
Ling Song was immediately amused, and before he had time to sing, Wen Yuanchu had already opened the book and began to teach him new content.
The excitement was completely suppressed, Ling Song was very dissatisfied, and glared at Wen Yuanchu from an angle that he couldn't see.
Wen Yuanchu raised his eyes, Ling Song turned away quickly without squinting.
Wen Yuanchu didn't bother with him and picked up his pen.
His lectures are clear and clear, without a word of superfluous nonsense, which is quite different from the teaching style of those old masters. Ling Song adapts well and learns quickly.
Primary school mathematics is indeed very simple, all the content is contained in the nine chapters of arithmetic, but the way of expression is different.
Ling Song's self-confidence increased greatly.
I am indeed a smart person.
Two hours later, Ling's mother brought fruit snacks and asked them to rest for a while with a smile, eat something before continuing.
Seeing that Ling Song was a little listless, Wen Yuanchu stopped and said to rest for fifteen minutes before continuing.
Ling Song immediately threw the pen away, took out his phone, and opened the Glory of Kings.
Ling Chaochao taught him to play this game the day before yesterday, he is a master.
Ling Song was soon addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself.
Cell phones are really good things.
playful and depressing
No wonder Ma Taifu made repeated orders not to allow everyone to take it to school.
Ling Song thought to himself, he really likes such things.
But he knelt in less than five minutes of a round.
The teammate yelled: "Stinky, stupid, don't play if you don't know how to play, go home and give birth to a grandson!"
Ling Song frowned.
The people here are young, why do they all like to be fathers to others
Disgraceful.
He calmly replied: "Boldly making trouble for the people, you should be punished for uttering wild words before the imperial court."
"... Are you fucking sick?"
Ling Song ignored him.
Wen Yuanchu, who was reading a book, suddenly said, "Only elementary school students play Glory of Kings."
Ling Song choked: "I just like it, can't I? Who said that only elementary school students can play?"
"The one who scolded you is most likely a primary school student, maybe even younger than Chaochao."
Ling Song choked up immediately.
"Uninstall the game, if you want to play the game, at least you have to wait for the score to return to the previous level."
Ling Song was reluctant in every possible way, but being stared at by Wen Yuanchu, he was persuaded again. When Wen Yuanchu took the mobile phone, he only resisted symbolically, and did not dare to make more mistakes.
Obviously this person is not the Regent, but this subconscious reaction is really deep-rooted.
Ling Song was secretly distressed, deeply feeling that this was not possible.
Wen Yuanchu didn't know what he was thinking about.
Help him delete the King of Glory, then open his WeChat, take out his mobile phone, and add the number.
He asked Ling Song: "Can WeChat be used?"
Ling Song said "Oh": "My mother taught it, it's easy."
"Don't use voice input in the future, use the pinyin keyboard."
Ling Song chose to shut up.
Wen Yuanchu returned the phone to him.
Ling Song glanced, the person's wechat profile picture was a ginkgo leaf, golden and very gratifying.
Speaking of which, back then he had personally planted a ginkgo tree in the courtyard of Xingqing Palace.
I don't know if the tree is still there.
Even if it was not cut down by later generations, it should have been handed over to the country by now, right
... It would be nice to have a chance to visit again in the future.
Ling Song thought wildly, and his mind wandered away again.
Wen Yuanchu glanced at his watch and reminded him: "Continue to class."
Ling Song came back to his senses, and absently picked up the pen.
At noon, Wen Yuanchu stayed at Ling's house for dinner.
At the dinner table, Mother Ling asked him how Ling Song was doing and whether he needed to repeat a grade.
Wen Yuanchu took a look at Ling Song and said, "Ling Song is very smart. You can learn all the knowledge once and put in more effort. You should be able to catch up before the third year of high school. I will tell Teacher Ma tomorrow, don't worry."
The Ling family breathed a sigh of relief.
Ling Song lowered his head to pick up the rice.
This man praised him for being smart in the face of the regent... It's embarrassing.
That guy didn't have a good word in his mouth before, he would only say that he was weak, stupid, and incompetent.
In contrast, Wen Yuanchu is really a good person.
After dinner, Mother Ling reminded them to rest for a while before going to class.
Wen Yuanchu leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.
Ling Song was lying on the bed, holding his mobile phone, trying to use the Pinyin keyboard to send WeChat messages.
Zhang Yang: Wen Yuanchu really gave you extra lessons at your home
Ling Song: Well, I came here last night. He teaches very well. I am already in third grade mathematics.
Zhang Yang: ... The old father is a little worried.
Wang Zide: Boss, is there anyone else in your house? Wouldn't it be just you and him at home
Ling Song: Why do you ask this
Of course it's because I'm afraid that the cabbage will be picked up by pigs, silly girl.
Ling Song suspected that they also misunderstood that they were interested in Wen Yuanchu.
He felt that he was at a loss.
He has lived two lifetimes, and he has never even touched a girl's little hand, but now he is misunderstood, and he can't ask for a man who has the same face as his enemy in the previous life.
It's too bad.
Blame the Regent for this.
In his previous life, he never married a wife until his death. In the third year of his ascension to the throne, the regent was forced by the officials and reluctantly engaged him in a marriage. His fiancée was the daughter of a second-rank official. The grandmother and mother in the family died of illness one after another, and he died before the girl finished her filial piety.
Ma Taifu has always said that the regent has a bad heart, and he doesn't want him, the emperor, to marry a wife and stay, so he deliberately chooses a fiancée for him who has a bunch of sick people in his family.
Ling Song thought so deeply.
Winchester is so bad.
Only when his head was pinched by the door would he like Wen Yuanchu who looks like him.
Sit back at the desk again.
The wechat group was still buzzing, Wen Yuanchu looked away, Ling Song hurriedly covered the screen with his hand, so that he didn't see the nonsense of those unruly people.
"What are you looking at?" He purposely raised his voice, and then poked your eyes out.
Wen Yuanchu ignored him, and pushed the question that had just come out: "Fix these ten questions, and then talk about the rest."
Ling Song's face collapsed instantly.
"Why is it so difficult? This is different from what you said before."
"There is no super-syllabus, it's just a mixture of knowledge points, it's not enough to only do basic questions, and the exam will not only test basic questions."
"How to do?"
"think it yourself."
bad guy.
It wasn't until ten o'clock in the evening that Ling Song was let go, and Wen Yuanchu was sent away like a Buddha.
Before leaving, Wen Yuanchu reminded him: "Go to bed early, I will come back tomorrow morning."
Ah.
After taking a shower, Ling Song lay down on the bed and replied weakly in the WeChat group.
Ling Song: My back is sore and my whole body is sore and limp, Xiao Dezi hasten to serve me.
Wang Zide: Fuck.
Zhang Yang: Fuck.
Others: Shit.
Ling Song: What do you mean
The group was silent for half a minute.
Wang Zide: Boss,... What happened to you being Wen Yuanchu
Ling Song: He's so bad, he deliberately tormented me.
He obviously learned it all, and that bastard tried to make things difficult for him with all kinds of weird problems.
Fortunately, he thought he was a good person.
Sure enough, like the regent, he has a broken heart.
The group fell into an eerie silence again.
Ling Song didn't feel it, and he didn't bother to talk when no one said anything, so he exited and saw new news coming in.
Wen Yuanchu: Don't lie on the bed and play with your phone, go to bed early.
Ling Song: You fart, I don't.
Wen Yuanchu: Don't swear.
Ling Song: I just didn't.
Wen Yuanchu: I saw it.
Ling Song jumped up from the bed.
By the window of the room on the second floor of the opposite building, Wen Yuanchu was standing there, holding his mobile phone.
Ling Song turned his back on him, glared at him fiercely, closed the window forcefully, and then drew the curtains tightly.
Lie back on the bed again, Wen Yuanchu sent another message.
Wen Yuanchu: Good night.