Early the next morning, Wen Yuanchu came by bike to pick Ling Song up to school.
Sitting in the back seat of Wen Yuanchu's car after a long absence, Ling Song patted his waist and sighed casually: "Wen Yuanchu, you are so handsome."
"Don't move around, sit still."
Wen Yuanchu grabbed his hand, stepped on the pedal, and rushed out.
As soon as they appeared at school, they attracted countless eyes.
Wen Yuanchu is number one in the country in terms of things, and the red list of being recommended to P University has been posted on the bulletin board of the school gate. He is already a famous figure in the school, and people peek at him everywhere he goes, not to mention the kissing photo incident.
When Wen Yuanchu parked the car, the photo of the two of them riding into the school gate taken by someone else had already been sent to Ling Song's phone.
Xia Langxing: As soon as I checked the school post in the morning, I saw you two dogs showing affection. You are really high-profile, and you are not afraid at all.
Ling Song: What are you afraid of? We are both unmarried and unmarried, neither stealing nor robbing, and not ashamed.
Lin Qiuyi: Girls, are you really not afraid? It's a good thing that the teaching director didn't stand at the school gate to arrest people today, otherwise I don't think you can even enter the school gate.
Yao Nana: @lingsong? I heard that you don't plan to go to class anymore, and you want to follow Wen Yuanchu to Beijing for training
Lin Qiuyi:! ! !
Ling Song: Smile.jpg
Ling Song: It's true.
In the morning, Ling Jie had already called the principal to tell the principal about Ling Song's leave. They went directly to the classroom office and talked to the class teacher face to face.
Ma Guosheng was worried, and asked Ling Song again and again: "Do you really want to go back and study by yourself? Are you afraid that you won't be able to keep up? Now time is precious, and a day cannot be wasted."
But Ling Song had already made up his mind, no matter how Ma Guosheng tried to persuade him, he only said that he didn't want to come to school because of the pressure from the kiss photo incident.
With the help of Wen Yuanchu, he finally got the leave slip smoothly.
Walking out of the classroom and office, Ling Song was so happy that he wished he could jump around three times, but Wen Yuanchu held him down.
Wen Yuanchu coughed lightly and reminded him: "Laugh again when you go home. If Teacher Ma sees you, can he still believe that you are really stressed?"
Ling Song hastened to be honest.
Afterwards, Ling Song went to Zhang Yang again, and asked him to help him send the test papers issued by the school to Beijing once a week. He bribed a whole set of high-end game equipment, and he was scolded a few times before he got a nod.
Xia Langxing secretly sent Ling Song a WeChat message to confirm with him about going to Beijing.
Ling Song: I have already asked the head teacher for leave, and I got the leave slip, so I will leave early the day after tomorrow.
Xia Langxing: Then what, most of the trainees with Wen Yuanchu are boys, right
Ling Song: It seems so.
Xia Langxing: They are all high-achieving students who are recommended to enter the top2 and have a bright future. If there are any good-looking students who don't lose their fat and water to others, don't forget me, and help me get acquainted, you know.
Ling Song: Can't you be a little more reserved
Xia Langxing: I'm not a girl, but I want to grab a man from a girl. If I have to be more reserved, can I still grab a good man? You are standing and talking without backache, okay
Ling Song was speechless.
Makes sense
Ling Song: ... All right, I'll try my best to help you.
Two days later, Ling Song and Wen Yuanchu went to Beijing again.
This time the national team training camp was undertaken by P University, and the training location was on the campus of P University. All the students participating in the training camp were arranged to live in the student dormitory of P University, except Wen Yuanchu.
He and Ling Song lived off-campus. Uncle Tang and the others had a house near P University. Before they left, they had someone clean it up and lent it to them.
After the training team officially started camp, their lives were also on the right track.
Get up at 6:50 every morning, go for a morning run on the campus of P University, and eat breakfast by the way.
Wen Yuanchu started class at eight o'clock, and Ling Song went home to review his homework and brush up on questions.
At twelve o'clock, Ling Song went to P University to eat with Wen Yuanchu after class, and then went back to take a nap. After one thirty, he continued to attend class and work on questions one by one.
Dinner was still settled in the school cafeteria. Wen Yuanchu started making up lessons for Ling Song at seven o'clock and ended at ten thirty.
After that, I take a bath and sleep, and occasionally have nocturnal activities, the frequency is not high, once or twice a week at most.
Wen Yuanchu also had classes on Saturday, and only had one day off on Sunday, and he also spent the whole day at home helping Ling Song review the lecture topics.
Every week, Uncle Tang and the others would take them out for a dental festival, so that Ling Song could breathe.
For Ling Song, this is actually nothing.
He was an emperor in his previous life, and the pressure was much greater than this. He was worried and couldn't sleep peacefully every day. Now, as Wen Yuanchu said, as long as he studies hard, he will have no other worries.
He can live such a good life forever.
At noon that day, Ling Song went to school half an hour earlier.
He didn't specifically tell Wen Yuanchu that he found a random place outside the building where Wen Yuanchu was in class to sit down and wait for someone.
There was an old man drinking tea and playing chess alone, Ling Song was bored, so he went over to watch.
Ling Song has a bad habit. Whenever he sees other people playing chess, he gets itchy hands. Seeing that the old man took a long time to drop a piece, he couldn't help but remind him: "Play here, play here, play here, you can swallow all the white chess pieces. "
The old man raised his eyes to look at him, Ling Song realized that he had disturbed people's peace, and smiled awkwardly.
The other party didn't mind, and asked him: "Would you play? Sit down and play a game with me."
"I'm pretty good."
Ling Song was not humble at all, he sat down and picked up the chess piece openly.
His chess skills are really good, as long as he doesn't compete with Wen Yuanchu, he can often win chess games with Ma Taifu in his previous life.
In less than twenty minutes, Ling Song ate a large piece of sunspots from the old man and easily won the round.
The old man drank his tea unsatisfactorily, and praised him: "There are not many young people who can play chess now, you are very good."
Ling Song smiled triumphantly, his eyes fell on the teapot and teacups in the old man's hands, and he said casually, "Is this set of tea sets imitated from the five-color porcelain in the reign of Chaoxihe?"
The old man was a little surprised: "Do you recognize it?"
"I know," Ling Song nodded, "Five-colored porcelain only began to appear in the Cheng Dynasty, and it was widely used in various utensils and utensils at that time during the Xihe period. Gold color, most of the five-color porcelain in that period focused on gold color, supplemented by embellishments of other colors, with distinctive characteristics, which can be recognized at a glance.”
The old man was even more surprised when he heard the words: "You still understand this?"
Ling Song thought that no one understood better than him, and continued with a smile: "However, at the end of the Cheng Dynasty, because the last emperor Yong'an didn't like this kind of gaudy colorful porcelain, he thought it was too vulgar, followed by others, and social turmoil. The output of multicolored porcelain produced by official kilns and private kilns is much lower, so the price of multicolored porcelain wares from the Yongan period sold in the world will be a little higher than that from the Xihe period, because the quantity is small, so it is expensive.”
The old man asked him, "Son, which department are you from?"
Ling Song waved his hand: "I'm still a high school student, and my classmate is here to participate in the training of the national team of Wujing. I'll wait for him after school, but I also plan to take the exam here. Hehe, I want to learn archaeology."
The old man also smiled: "It's pretty good. It's rare for current students to take the initiative to enter the Department of Archeology. You are a good seed. If you really pass the exam, remember to come to me."
Ling Song was taken aback: "Are you a professor in the Department of Archeology?"
The old man smiled and nodded: "Learning archeology is very tiring, can you really persevere?"
"Leave it to me." Ling Song was confident.
When Wen Yuanchu came out of school, the old man had already left, and Ling Song was left alone by the flower bed shaking his feet.
A few students who came out with Wen Yuanchu saw Ling Song, screamed strangely, and teased them kindly.
Wen Yuanchu did not hide his relationship with Ling Song in front of others. In the first week of training here, a second-year senior sister blocked the door of the classroom to confess to him. At that time, he directly said that he had a boyfriend.
It just so happened that Ling Song was waiting for him at the door of the classroom at that time. After being surprised, the senior sister smiled and blessed them, so the whole training team knew that their number one, who was not very talkative, had a little boyfriend and even brought him together. Bringing them to the training camp, they are so affectionate that they, the single dogs, are envious and jealous.
The one who had the best relationship with Wen Yuanchu had dinner with them several times, and was also very familiar with Ling Song. When he saw Ling Song coming over, he joked with him: "You don't study hard, and you came here to wait for Wen Yuanchu before school was over. Can you really get into the college entrance examination? Don’t lose the big because of small things. Today, another senior came to inquire about Wen Yuanchu’s contact information. If you don’t pass the exam, you can’t keep an eye on him every day, and he can’t be taken away by others?”
Ling Song rolled his eyes: "You are jealous of Wen Yuanchu, no senior sister asked for your contact information, right?"
The other party laughed: "That's right. I heard that you have beautiful women in Haicheng. Among your classmates, there must be many beautiful ones. You can introduce them to me."
Ling Song didn't want to talk to him at first, but when he rolled his eyes, he thought about Xia Langxing's begging for him before, so he asked: "There is indeed one, and he is quite interesting and good-looking, do you want to know him?"
Wen Yuanchu gave him a puzzled look, reminding him not to be a demon.
Ling Song continued to ask the man, "Do you want it?"
"want!"
So he picked up his phone and directly pushed the person's WeChat business card to Xia Langxing.
Ling Song: Although his grades are not as good as Wen Yuanchu's, they are only a little bit worse. Although his looks are not as good as Wen Yuanchu's, he still looks like a dog. He is a straight guy. He wants me to introduce him to a beautiful classmate, but he is glib and introduces him to Nanaqiu. Yi and the others are unreliable, and it's cheap for you. Although it is immoral to bend straight men, but those who can bend straight are not too straight themselves. You can try.
Ling Song: Oh, by the way, he may think you are a beautiful woman.
Xia Ranxing: ...
Charlene: Thank you very much.
It snowed in the afternoon, Beijing's first snow this year.
Ling Song sent a message to Wen Yuanchu, saying that he would not go to school for dinner, but if he wanted to eat hot pot, he would eat it at home. He ordered takeaway and asked Wen Yuanchu to come back quickly after class.
At five o'clock, Ling Song finished writing a math test paper and looked at the answers. The difficulty of the paper was moderate. His math score was 135 for the first time, and he was immediately overjoyed.
If you understand the answers to the questions you did wrong or didn’t solve, you can do it again. If you don’t understand, you can wait for Wen Yuanchu to come back and explain to him.
The takeaway has delivered the hot pot, Ling Song is humming a song, busy to clean up and get ready.
By the way, turn on the ipad, watch the drama he wants to watch every day, and watch one episode every day, as a way to relax.
The soul-stirring title song sounded, and Ling Song hummed along.
This drama was recommended to him by Lin Qiuyi, saying that she was secretly chasing it without telling her parents, it's bloody and good-looking, and she can also eat cp.
The title of the play is "Yong'an Love History", and the male protagonist is him, Emperor Yong'an. According to Lin Qiuyi, this is the only film and television drama filmed in the last years of the Cheng Dynasty. of.
It's not easy.
Although Ling Song felt that the actor who played him didn't look like him at all, not as good-looking as him.
The one who played Wen Che was far worse in appearance.
In the play, he is the male protagonist, the female protagonist is his fiancée who never married until his death, and the regent is the second male protagonist.
In the play, his fiancée not only has an affair with him, but also has an affair with the regent.
Although it is a dog-blood love triangle, the male one male two are portrayed in a particularly ambiguous way, and things like sharing the same bed and sleeping with their feet together often happen.
Ling Song is very disapproving of this, the dead ghost was too prudish in his previous life, even if he dragged people around and asked them to guard him to sleep, the dead ghost never dared to go to the imperial couch, if they really shared the same bed, maybe they would go out of business in their previous lives If you do it, you don't have to waste your life.
Lin Qiuyi: Ah, ah, the regent's look at the little emperor is love, is it love, is it love, Mrs. Lin, this light bulb, why does it come out to interrupt at a critical moment, can you give me a wink! ! !
Lin Qiuyi: I wonder if the screenwriter has also read The Secret History of Dacheng. This is a sideshow, too good, too good.
Lin Qiuyi: Woohoo, I'm flying, I'm flying, all the cps I'm talking about are real! !
The school is also closed at the moment, and Lin Qiuyi is probably secretly watching the show with her mobile phone, sending Ling Song a bunch of nonsense.
Ling Song was speechless, the light bulb was you in the previous life, and it looks like you.
However, he still has to thank "The Secret History of Dacheng". Although the content is a bit exaggerated, at least in some respects, it is indeed correct.
We still have to dig out their joint tomb as soon as possible, Ling Song thought, only in this way can Wen Yuanchu be innocent, and the world will stop giving them a random match with other people, eh.
So the premise of all this is that he must study hard and be admitted to the Department of Archeology of P University.
When Wen Yuanchu came back, the episode was at its climax. In the play, the little emperor and his fiancée fell in love and could not love each other.
Wen Yuanchu watched it for two minutes, then turned off the screen expressionlessly.
Ling Song patted his hand: "I haven't finished watching it yet, and I don't know if the regent is going to be blackened, you let me finish this episode first."
"The hot pot is open, it's ready to eat, let's eat first."
Ling Song sat down at the table with a smile on his face, and Wen Yuanchu carefully dipped the blanched mutton in sauce and sent it to his bowl.
Ling Song looked at him and smiled.
Wen Yuanchu frowned: "Eat quickly, what are you laughing at?"
"Do you think that show is good?"
"Ridiculous."
"I think it's pretty fun."
Ling Song continued: "Brother Che, answer me a question."
"… you say."
"If I hadn't died in my previous life, I would have gotten married sooner or later. What would you do then?"
Wen Yuanchu paused for a moment with the hand holding the chopsticks, but said nothing.
He actually thought about this question countless times in his previous life, what can he do
He can't do anything, he can only do nothing, just like before, watching and guarding Ling Song silently.
Wen Yuanchu didn't speak, and the smile on Ling Song's mouth slowly disappeared.
"Wen Yuanchu, did I mention your sadness?"
"No," Wen Yuanchu continued to blanch the meat for him, "let's eat."
"If you are sad, you will be sad. If there is anything you can't say, you are a boring gourd. If you don't tell me, I can guess it. You must have made up your mind to hide your thoughts for a lifetime, right?"
"You still call me stupid, you are a big fool."
Wen Yuanchu looked up at him: "Ling Song."
"do what?"
"I'm sad, so how are you going to compensate me?"
Well.
"Tomorrow is the weekend, can I sleep tonight?"
Ling Song choked for a moment.
"May I?"
"Sleep as long as you sleep, I refused you every time you wanted to sleep, it's really..."
After throwing this sentence, Ling Song didn't want to talk to him anymore, and his mind was all on eating.
I really learned how to play hooligans, I misread you.
Wen Yuanchu smiled.
Continue to blanch Ling Song.