At one o'clock in the afternoon, the official result text message notification was sent to the mobile phones of all participating students. Before that, the provincial team teacher had already obtained the final result from the organizing committee.
Wen Yuanchu ranked second in the written test, first in the experimental operation, and ranked first in the total score.
The teacher of the provincial team called him and asked him to prepare for the award ceremony in the afternoon and speak as a student representative.
They were still eating in the restaurant, Ling Song was more excited than Wen Yuanchu: "You are the number one, Wen Yuanchu, why are you so good, how did you learn?"
Wen Yuanchu glanced at him and said, "I have lived for more than forty years in my two lifetimes. Even if I didn't learn it in my previous life, I have taken advantage of it from the beginning in this life."
Ling Song deeply felt that he was connoted.
"...That's right, you were five years older than me in your previous life, but you have become my peers in this life. God treats you so kindly."
Wen Yuanchu didn't have much time to talk nonsense, and calls came in one after another. They were teachers from the admissions teams of various universities, and they all wanted to chat with him.
Ling Song couldn't help feeling a little sad when he heard that he dealt with the opponent with ease.
It is also a resurrected dead ghost, how can there be such a big gap.
It is not easy for him to be among the top 100 in the grade.
The location of the university presentation will be the auditorium of the middle school hosting the competition, and the award ceremony will also be held here later.
At 1:40, Wen Yuanchu and Ling Song arrived at the entrance of the auditorium, waited for five minutes, and received Tang Shu and the others who drove over.
Seeing Wen Ying and Wen Yan get off the car, Ling Song subconsciously hid behind Wen Yuanchu, but was grabbed by Wen Yuanchu: "Don't be nervous."
Ling Song laughed dryly.
Those two didn't notice his strangeness, they were talking to Wen Yuanchu.
Hearing that Wen Yuanchu won the first place in the total score, Wen Yan praised him very happily, and Wen Ying patted him on the shoulder encouragingly.
Those who do not live up to their expectations belong to those who do not live up to their expectations.
Those who are competitive are also very competitive.
There are still ten minutes before the first lecture, and there are people everywhere inside and outside the auditorium. In addition to the students who came to participate and the teachers who lead the team, there are also many parents of students, and some even came here specially from other places.
The promotional display racks of various colleges and universities are lined up, all of which are well-known universities. Of course, the admission requirements are also different.
Ling Song went to see them one by one, and only the students who got the gold medal were eligible to participate in the self-enrollment interviews of the two best universities, and those who ranked in the top 50 could be recommended directly.
Wen Yuanchu is the first in the total score, and there are other competition awards in hand. He does not need to consult and sign up by himself. T University and P University have already approached him, saying that he can choose a major, and even other schools offer high scholarships. Want to grab students.
Flipping through the school brochure, Wen Yan asked Wen Yuanchu, "Are you really planning to learn theoretical physics? Isn't it tiring to learn such a profound thing?"
Wen Yuanchu nodded: "Well, I want to learn."
"So you decided to go to P University?"
"Decided."
Ling Song ran back after watching a circle: "Wen Yuanchu, you went to P University, take me to fly together?"
Wen Yuanchu lightly embraced his shoulder: "Let's work hard together."
The briefing went on until four o'clock in the afternoon, followed by the awards ceremony.
Wen Yuanchu came to the stage several times, receiving awards and speaking as a student representative, all in high spirits.
Ling Song in the audience applauded again and again.
He was very happy, not only because Wen Yuanchu won the award, he found that this person seemed much more cheerful than in his previous life.
No longer being cold and unreasonable, no longer hiding his true emotions.
That's great.
At night, Uncle Tang took them to a nearby restaurant for dinner to celebrate Wen Yuanchu.
In the afternoon, Wen Yuanchu had already signed a contract with P University, and he was admitted to the Department of Physics of P University without examination, and the dust settled.
Wen Yan was happy, and ordered wine, red, white and beer.
Ling Song looked even more certain that last time the uncles must have deliberately got Wen Yuanchu drunk.
...disrespecting the old.
Later, he also drank wine, but he didn't drink too much. He was still thinking about things and looked at Wen Yuanchu from time to time.
Wen Yuanchu was talking to his cousins about his future academic plans.
Ling Song's mind was full of what was there and what was not.
At nine o'clock, the cousins sent them back to the hotel.
Wen Yan, who was drunk when getting out of the car, patted Ling Song on the shoulder with a smile, telling him to study hard for the last six months, and strive to be admitted to P University with Wen Yuanchu, and to study archeology in the future. Count on him in the future.
Hearing this, Ling Song's heart grew terrified, and he muttered a few sins silently. He didn't dare to dig up the graves of his ancestors, so he quickly got out of the car.
Wen Ying in the driver's seat pressed the window, looked at Ling Song, and said, "Study hard."
"… oh."
After the car drove away, Ling Song let out a sigh of relief.
Wen Yuanchu looked at him and smiled, raised his hand and pinched his earlobe, his voice was low and hoarse: "Don't be nervous, I'll go back tomorrow."
This man drank a little too much with his cousin, and his eyes were not clear.
Ling Song was so distracted by him, he hated that they were still standing at the gate of the hotel, surrounded by people coming and going.
He glanced around, noticed the convenience store next to the hotel gate, moved in his heart, approached Wen Yuanchu and said, "You go in first, sit and wait for me in the lobby."
"Where are you going?"
Ling Song patted the back of his hand: "Go shopping."
Ling Song went into the convenience store, and sure enough, there were things he wanted to buy. The goods were quite complete, and there were several brands.
Thanks to Uncle Tang and Xia Langxing, he has done some research on these things and bought them a few times, although he didn't use them.
Today he has to translate theory into practice.
Without fixing those bells and whistles, Ling Song quickly picked out the things without changing his face, they were all basic items, and went to the cashier to pay.
The cashier lady took a look at him and helped him with the bill.
Ling Song swiped the QR code to pay, took the things packed in plastic bags, and smiled at the cashier: "Thank you."
When I walked out of the convenience store, I vaguely heard the phrase "The doll is amazing now..." from behind.
Ling Song straightened his back silently.
In his two lifetimes, he lived thirty to forty years old. If he didn't eat meat, he would have to suffocate to death.
Wen Yuanchu sat quietly on the sofa in the lobby and waited for him.
Ling Song walked over, Wen Yuanchu raised his head and looked at him with slightly hazy eyes.
Ling Song stretched out his hand to pat his face, and couldn't help laughing: "The Prince Regent really can't drink enough in his life, how many more drinks with his uncle did he get drunk again?"
Wen Yuanchu grabbed his hand and bit it lightly.
Half of Ling Song's body was softened, and he reminded him in a low voice: "Stop biting, if you want to bite us, go back to the room and bite."
There was no deep meaning in these words, Wen Yuanchu understood, and stood up, still staggering.
He leaned on Ling Song, and the two of them pulled into the elevator together.
With the monitor on his back, Ling Song opened the plastic bag for Wen Yuanchu to see, and winked at him: "I just bought it."
Wen Yuanchu squinted his eyes for a few seconds, and slowly realized what it was: "I bought it just now?"
"Yes," Ling Song smiled smugly, "Do you like it?"
Wen Yuanchu's breathing was a little heavy, and the hands around his waist tightened: "I like it."
After entering the door, they hugged and kissed for a while at the entrance, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower together.
In the steaming mist, Ling Song was stared at by Wen Yuanchu's unabashedly eager eyes, a little unbearable, so he simply turned his back.
Wen Yuanchu's body came up from behind, hugged him, and kissed him on the neck.
Ling Song vaguely reminded: "Don't be inside, the things are still outside."
Wen Yuanchu: "Yes."
The kissing didn't stop.
After coming out of the shower, Ling Song was so hot that he lay on the bed gasping for breath.
Wen Yuanchu sat beside him and stared at him.
Ling Song slowed down a little, and turned his gaze to him: "... What are you looking at?"
Wen Yuanchu bent down and leaned against him, and kissed him on the lips.
Ling Song was so kissed by him that he wanted to laugh, and was still a little itchy.
After kissing for a while, Wen Yuanchu reached out and pulled Ling Song's bathrobe, wanting to go further, when his cell phone rang.
It's Mama Wen calling, so I have to answer it.
Wen Yuanchu sat up reluctantly and went to answer the fucking phone.
Mother Wen was very happy to hear that he had signed the school, and asked him if he was going to join the national training team and when he could go back.
Wen Yuanchu glanced at Ling Song who was still lying on the bed, and said to his mother, "I'm going back tomorrow. I don't want to join the training team. Ling Song wants to go to the same school as me. I want to help him make up lessons."
When Wen Yuanchu hung up the phone, Ling Song had already sat up, watching him hesitate to speak.
Wen Yuanchu touched his face: "Say something straight."
"Aren't you going to the national training team? If you can participate in the world competition and win awards, how awesome is it?"
Wen Yuanchu said indifferently: "After that, you will have to stay here for training for half a year. What about your college entrance examination? I'm not very interested in winning prizes."
Ling Song still wanted to say, but Wen Yuanchu threw out another sentence: "I don't see each other for half a year, are you willing?"
Of course it was not worth it.
Ling Song shut his mouth, but felt a little guilty.
Wen Yuanchu looked at him and said seriously: "Ling Song, don't worry about this, I came to this world for you, nothing else is important."
"...Okay, I see, don't say such nasty things, I can't bear it." Ling Song blushed.
There was a smile in Wen Yuanchu's eyes.
After that, other people called and sent in WeChat one after another, all of them came to congratulate him and ask him which school he chose.
Wen Yuanchu replied one by one, never leaving his phone.
Ling Song waited for almost twenty minutes, couldn't bear it anymore, and snatched his mobile phone away.
"Also say that I'm the most important, you just look at your phone and not me when I'm in front of you, you liar."
Ling Song wanted to turn off the phone for him, but accidentally clicked on the memo on the phone.
Seeing the densely packed records in a blink of an eye, Ling Song was stunned.
The latest one was jotted down last night.
"In the first year and sixty-two days after he came back, he came to Beijing to look for me again, and he was not angry with me anymore.
From today on, there will be no more unhappy things. "
Ling Song: "What is this?"
Wen Yuanchu coughed lightly and said, "It's a memo."
"Then can I watch?"
"… You see."
So Ling Song turned up, saying that the memorandum should actually be considered a diary.
Sometimes one or even two or three a day, and sometimes one a few days, all start with the format of "the xx day he came back" and end with happy or unhappy.
As for who he was referring to, there was no need to guess.
Ling Song: "..."
Wen Yuanchu, is this Mensao, Mensao, or Mensao
Wen Yuanchu: "It's all written casually. It's not interesting. Just read it a little bit. Don't read it."
Ling Song refused, and turned up to the first record.
"The first day he came back, he saw me turn around and wanted to run, and I knew it was him.
He is back.
I was so happy that I didn't sleep all night. "
Ling Song was speechless.
It turned out that he was recognized by this person on the first day he went to school when he recalled the memories of his previous life...
Fortunately, he still foolishly said that he was dreaming, this person must take it as a joke.
He remembered, no wonder this person came to school early the next morning to make up his homework. He was so excited that he stayed up all night and didn't write his homework.
Turning back to the back, during the few days when they quarreled, Wen Yuanchu wrote a lot of words.
For several consecutive lines, the happy or unhappy ending is gone, only the repeated "sorry" three words.
The smile on the corner of Ling Song's mouth faded away, and suddenly he became unhappy again.
"What are you doing writing this? Are you stupid? Why didn't I find out before that you are actually a big fool."
Wen Yuanchu took the phone back: "I can't speak nice words, I can only write. I suffered from this in my previous life, and I will try my best to change it in this life."
Ling Song was happy again, and stretched out his hand to hook his chin: "Don't, isn't the regent's sweet talk all his life pretty smooth? The sentence just now 'I came to this world is for you, and nothing else matters' is special. Nice to hear, talk more about it later."
Wen Yuanchu reminded him blankly: "You just said you couldn't bear it."
"What you just said doesn't count."
Ling Song rushed forward, pushed Wen Yuanchu onto the bed, and bit his shoulder.
Body rubbing together, hearing the dog's panting sound gradually changed, Wen Yuanchu unhurriedly hugged him and turned over to press down.
"Ling Song, according to the laws of this world, you are not yet eighteen years old."
Ling Song couldn't bear it and raised his leg to rub him: "Regent, don't be prudish, you are a dead ghost in your forties, I will not give up, I am burning with desire, you hurry up and serve me comfortably..."
Wen Yuanchu lowered his head to cover his chattering mouth.
The kiss became more and more intense, Ling Song was dazzled, and while panting, he pressed it to Wen Yuanchu's ear, and softly called out: "Brother Che..."
Wen Yuanchu's movements stopped and became more intense in an instant, and the desire that had been suppressed for a long time was completely released at this moment without restraint.
Ling Song once called him that.
Back then, when Ling Song first became emperor, he was terrified by the tragic death of his parents. He couldn't leave him all the time, and he had to be by his side when he slept at night.
The little emperor would hold his hand and call out those three words cautiously, as if afraid that he would leave.
But later, he sternly reminded the little emperor that he should not lose his status and call him that.
He still remembers the disappointment and bewilderment on Ling Song's face at that time.
As the hoarse breath approached, Wen Yuanchu's throat rolled, suppressing his voice, bewitching Ling Song: "... Shout out again."
Ling Song chuckled: "The Prince Regent wants to hear it now? Who was it that said it in a serious way?"
When it comes to being pedantic and rigid, how could this dead ghost, Wen Che, have the nerve to say that others, he himself was the most rigid one in the past.
Lip to upper lip, Wen Yuanchu said again: "Just one sentence."
Ling Song kept laughing, and finally pressed Wen Yuanchu's lips, calling him again.
"I like you so much, Brother Che."