on Monday.
In Ma Guosheng's Chinese class, Ling Song's policy theory was regarded as an excellent model essay and read aloud by the whole class.
After that, Ma Guosheng praised Ling Song again.
Said that he does not shrink back when encountering difficulties, and is worthy of encouragement, so that the whole class can learn from him and help him together.
I don't want to be regarded as a typical Ling Song: "..."
During class break, Wen Yuanchu went to Ma Guosheng's office.
Zhang Yang turned his head to talk to Ling Song, winking and gossiping about how he and Wen Yuanchu made up their lessons.
Ling Song ignored him, and when he was annoyed by the question, he directly smeared the exercise book in his hand on his face.
"If you bother me again, drag it down and feed it to the dog."
Zhang Yang casually flipped through his exercise book, and was amazed that Ling Song was actually doing a junior high school math problem.
Or Wen Yuanchu's charm.
It can make my daughter put her mind back on her studies.
"You really wrote that composition yourself?"
"Otherwise," Ling Song snatched the exercise book back without raising his head, "I know you don't understand, so you don't need to tell me."
"...how did you talk to Dad?"
They were talking when Wen Yuanchu came back.
Swept by his cold eyes, Zhang Yang turned back wisely.
Ling Song shut his mouth and said nothing more.
Wen Yuanchu sat down and told him: "I have already told Mr. Ma that he promised you that you will not have to attend lectures and hand in homework this semester."
Ling Song was immediately happy when he heard it: "Then can I not come to school? It's not the same to study at home."
"No." Wen Yuanchu replied blankly.
"Why?"
"Can you study without anyone watching you at home?"
Fine.
Wen Yuanchu reminded him again: "I also promised Teacher Ma that I will help you catch up with the progress before the next semester starts."
"Next semester? What if I can't make it?"
That's only a few months
"That can only repeat the grade, you work harder."
oh.
Ling Song doesn't care, anyway, he is not in a hurry as an emperor, he is too anxious to die too, cough... whoever he loves.
At noon, Zhang Yang and Wang Zide discussed going to eat Malatang off-campus and asked Ling Song to come together.
Before Ling Song could speak, Wen Yuanchu refused for him: "He wants to read, but he doesn't have time to go."
Ling Song reluctantly: "I want to eat Malatang."
Haven't eaten it, it must be delicious.
Wen Yuanchu did not agree: "Next time."
Ling Song jumped up against the table: "You are so lenient, I just want to go."
He hated the regent taking care of him, and Wen Yuanchu was like this, too deceptive.
Wen Yuanchu ignored him, took over the exercises he had just done in class, and helped him quickly correct them.
"If you make two mistakes, do ten more questions of the same type, and eat when you are done."
Ling Song choked instantly.
Zhang Yang and Wang Zide ran away early.
Ling Song grumbled and complained: "If you don't eat Malatang, you should always eat lunch. If you are not hungry, I will be hungry."
Wen Yuanchu threw out a sentence: "Half an hour, finish these ten questions, and if you get them all right, let's go eat Malatang."
Ling Song immediately picked up the pen.
Half an hour later, with a pen in his mouth, he looked at Wen Yuanchu eagerly.
Wen Yuanchu helped him correct one question after another, and finally said: "It's all right."
Ling Song cheered.
The two of them left the school together, but they didn't go to the food street outside Ximen to make public.
Going out from the main gate of the school, there is a large shopping mall two streets away, and there is also a shop selling Mala Tang inside.
Walking into the shopping mall, Ling Song looked around, surprised at everything he saw.
The girl in the suspender skirt with white thighs and arms walking past, he was so shocked that he didn't know where to put his eyes, and subconsciously avoided Wen Yuanchu.
The girl's beautiful eyes with bright eye shadow cast a glance at him, with a half-smile, leaving behind a scent of perfume as she walked away.
Ling Song was still in shock, he inadvertently pressed the arm of the person beside him, and quickly backed away.
Wen Yuanchu looked at him.
Ling Song laughed dryly.
It's so annoying, why are people here so... unrestrained.
He is like that bumpkin who has never seen the world.
Wen Yuanchu didn't say anything, and took him to the dining area on the fourth floor of the shopping mall.
After a spicy meal, Ling Song ate heartily, tears and snot from the spicy food.
Wen Yuanchu went to the shop next door to buy him a cup of milk tea.
Ling Song held the straw in his mouth, faintly feeling something was wrong.
The man seemed a little too enthusiastic about him.
Is it really just because you feel guilty and want to make up
"Wen Yuanchu."
Wen Yuanchu raised his eyes.
Ling Song said solemnly: "I used to be young and ignorant. What I said or did to you was just a joke. Don't forget to take it to heart and pretend it never happened."
Wen Yuanchu asked, "What have you said and done?"
Ling Song was speechless for a moment.
Pretend to understand what to pretend to be confused.
But if you ask him to say it, he can't say it.
God knows what stupid things Ling Song said and did to this fellow in the past.
He was so embarrassing.
"...I told you what I did and did, you don't know?"
"What did you say and do, you don't know?"
Interrupted by Wen Yuanchu's words, Ling Song was furious.
Forget it, play the piano to the cow.
He didn't bother to say any more, and buried himself in hard work.
Wen Yuanchu lightly pursed the corners of his lips, turned the words around his lips, and swallowed them back.
Four or five boys came in and stopped when they passed by their table.
A strange voice sounded above his head: "Look who this is, Ling Song! I've been looking for you for a fucking long time, I didn't expect to meet you here today."
Wen Yuanchu frowned and looked up at those people.
All of them were wearing the school uniforms of the vocational high school opposite and came to make trouble for Ling Song.
Ling Song swallowed the beef in his mouth, took another sip of milk tea, and said slowly, "Who are you?"
"Aren't you looking for a fight?!"
The leader with red hair streaked on his forehead sneered: "Ling Song, who are you pretending to be with? You fucking robbed me of my girlfriend. I have to settle the score with you today!"
Ling Song almost spit out the milk tea from his mouth.
Wen Yuanchu looked cold.
He stood up, half a head taller than the other party.
"If you want to fight, go outside."
outside the mall.
Wen Yuanchu knocked down one at a time, easily and effortlessly.
Ling Song still had a milk tea straw in his mouth, and stood watching the play.
The red hair lay on the ground, wailing and swearing dirtyly.
But bullying the weak and fearing the tough, he only dared to scold Ling Song.
Ling Song was not happy when he heard that, so he stepped forward and kicked the man: "Unreasonable people, if you continue to scold me, I will punish you nine clans."
Wen Yuanchu asked, "What's the matter with stealing a girlfriend?"
The red hair snorted: "I've been chasing Lin Qiuyi for a year, and she's about to agree. If it wasn't for Ling Song, the grandson, who stepped in, she would be my girlfriend now."
Ling Song: "..."
Nonsense.
Wang Zide and the others clearly said that he had been chasing Wen Yuanchu before, why did a girl surnamed Lin appear again
Wen Yuanchu looked over.
Ling Song was taken aback for a moment, feeling inexplicably guilty, what are you looking at!
Wen Yuanchu rolled his eyes again.
He coldly signaled Hongmao: "Lin Qiuyi's matter has nothing to do with Ling Song, so don't bother Ling Song in the future, just get out."
Knowing that they couldn't beat him, those people got up, gritted their teeth and said "We'll see", and ran away in despair.
Ling Song looked embarrassed and asked Wen Yuanchu: "Do you know who the Lin Qiuyi he was talking about?"
Wen Yuanchu ignored him, turned around and left.
Ling Song hurriedly followed.
"You know you told me, and I don't remember what happened. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if we meet next time?"
Afraid that Wen Yuanchu might misunderstand, he added another sentence: "I really don't remember what I said or did before."
Wen Yuanchu still ignored him.
What's the matter with this man
When the traffic light crossed the road, Wen Yuanchu, who was silent all the way, suddenly said, "You said before that you like me."
Ling Song staggered and almost sprained.
Wen Yuanchu looked ahead, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said quietly: "You said it yourself."
...but that's really not me.
Ling Song was about to die of grief.
He felt he had to make it clear.
"I've lost my memory. I've forgotten everything from the past. Just pretend you haven't heard of it. If you're giving me extra lessons because of this, forget it. I'm sorry to bother you all the time."
Wen Yuanchu didn't buy it: "If you heard it, you heard it. You can't pretend that you didn't hear it. If you said it, you said it. You can't pretend that you didn't say it. It doesn't matter if you lose your memory."
Ling Song was even worse.
He could not refute.
It can't be said clearly that the person is not him.
"Then what do you really want? I liked you before and now I don't like you, can't I?"
Wen Yuanchu looked at him, with some unspeakable emotions in his eyes: "You don't like it now?"
Ling Song blushed: "Of course, I'm a man, why should I like another man? I don't like so many beautiful girls, like you? I'm fine."
"You discriminate against homosexuals?"
Ling Song choked up: "Of course not, don't talk nonsense."
His ancestors were gay.
The most prosperous emperor of the Cheng Dynasty married a male empress, so how could he, a descendant of the later generations, dare to discriminate against his ancestors.
The red light on the sidewalk has turned green, and Wen Yuanchu said, "Let's go."
After returning to the classroom and sitting down, Ling Song continued to do the exercises, picked up the pen and wrote two questions, and then realized something later.
This person has been entangled in whether Ling Songxi didn't like him before. Could it be that he didn't care about people at all, which made people jump into the lake
What's the meaning? !
He threw away his pen and looked at Wen Yuanchu angrily.
Wen Yuanchu was drinking water, his eyes met his, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Wen Yuanchu."
Wen Yuanchu put down the kettle, wiped his chin with the back of his hand, and looked at him.
Ling Song was taken aback.
Xin Dao said that this person is so handsome with his gestures... In the words of the people here, he is handsome.
No wonder the original Ling Song was fascinated by him.
Sure enough, he was still too young and ignorant.
"You don't like me, you don't care if I like you or not, does it have anything to do with you?"
Wen Yuanchu's eyes were more meaningful, and he didn't answer.
Ling Songwu continued on: "Anyway, don't mention this matter again, I'm too embarrassed to talk to you, why do you have the nerve to ask?"
Wen Yuanchu let out a "hmm" and turned his eyes away.
Ling Song heaved a sigh of relief and continued to do the questions.
Wen Yuanchu flipped through the phone hidden in his schoolbag absently.
In a daze for a while, he squeezed his hand and wrote the memo.
On the eighth day he came back, he said he didn't like it.
not happy.