The last period in the morning was English.
Ling Song was in a sluggish state during the entire class, and finally endured until the bell rang. He collapsed and lay flat on the table, unable to even say anything.
… This is too difficult, too difficult.
Wen Yuanchu turned sideways and looked. His gaze fell on his fluffy head. Just as he was about to speak, Wang Zide grabbed Ling Song in a hurry and said, “Let’s go, Boss, let’s go eat.”
Zhang Yang also stood up and walked beside Ling Song, with Wang Zide on the left and Zhang Yang on the right.
Wen Yuanchu swallowed back the words he wanted to say, and packed his things in silence.
Wang Zide and Zhang Yang dragged Ling Song out of the classroom.
The houses of the other classmates, who they hung out with, were nearby, and they went back home to have lunch. So, the three of them settled in the school, and they have always been meal buddies.
As soon as he went downstairs, the phone in Ling Song’s pocket pants rang.
He hurriedly took it out, remembering what his mom had taught him last night, and pressed down to answer.
Mother Ling’s voice sounded on the other end, “Xiao Song, has your class ended?”
“En, just finished class. I’m going to have lunch now.”
As Ling Song answered, he felt sympathetic. It was amazing that this world could transmit sound from thousands of miles away.
Mother Ling nagged at him again and again. It was as if she was very worried that her son who had lost his memory would have problems at school.
Ling Song said a few words, relieved his mother’s worry, and hung up the phone.
“You dare to bring your mobile phone to school? Be careful not to be seen by Brother Sea.” Zhang Yang reminded him.
Why can’t I bring such a useful thing?
Ling Song was confident. “I have amnesia, my parents are worried about me and they insist I carry this with me.”
Well, having amnesia was the best excuse.
Wang Zide chuckled, “Boss, I also brought my mobile phone. After dinner, let’s play 2 rounds and carry this younger brother?”
Ling Song, “…what’s the meaning of carry?”
Wang Zide choked.
Forget it. Treat it as though he didn’t say it.
They didn’t go to the school cafeteria and directly went outside the school. The west gate of the school had a food street with various restaurants on both sides.
Ling Song was picky, thinking that this house was not clean and that there were too many family members. In the end, they entered a newly opened dumpling restaurant with deserted doors.
Ling Song enthusiastically studied the menu.
There were so many different kinds of dumplings available in such a small restaurant.
Wang Zide and Zhang Yang had already ordered a bowl and some side dishes. Ling Song finally chose dumplings made of seaweed and shrimp fillings.
While the dishes were cooking, Wang Zi casually asked him “Boss, you really don’t remember anything? It isn’t a lie, right?”
“What benefit do I have for me to lie to you? When I said I cannot remember, it means I really cannot remember.”
Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows. “You don’t even remember Wen’s college heart throb?”
Ling Song didn’t understand. “Who is Wen’s college heart throb?”
“Wen Yuanchu,” Wang Zide shook his head, “You said that you like him, chasing him every day, and you even went to the school grove to find him last week. You said you wanted to confess to him, but he ignored you and walked away without even looking at you. You were so angry that you didn’t attend Brother Sea’s class that afternoon, and fell into the pond later, scarring us. Seriously, we thought you couldn’t get over it because you were rejected and committed suicide for love.”
Ling Song, “…”
I wasn’t, I didn’t, that wasn’t me.
So the original Ling Song confessed his love towards Wen Yuanchu and was rejected. So, he fell into pond and committed suicide before he became him? This was too…
It was because Wen Yuanchu wasn’t Wen Che, otherwise he would rather die again.
Seeing the indescribable expression on Ling Song’s face, the two breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed that Ling Song’s amnesia was true. Maybe he couldn’t think straight at that time, and did a foolish thing. Now it was better that he had forgotten.
Wen Yuanchu had nothing but good looks, good grades, and a rich family, so why were all those girls so blind and obsessed with him?
Even Ling Song was like this, it was unbelievable.
Moreover, Ling Song wasn’t shy at all and pursued people openly. Those who were close to him all knew it.
Tsk.
As they were talking about Wen Yuanchu, the boy suddenly appeared, walked into the dumpling restaurant alone, and sat down at the table behind them.
Wang Zide and Zhang Yang shut up at the same time.
Ling Song felt very uncomfortable. Why was he appearing everywhere?
Zhang Yang lowered his voice and asked, “We are classmates. Isn’t it a bit bad to let him sit there alone?”
Wang Zide also nodded, “It would seem as though we don’t have the love of classmates and are unkind.”
They all looked at Ling Song.
Ling Song pulled his lips. Even if Wen Yuanchu was not Wen Che, he was very embarrassed at the moment. After all, in the eyes of others and even Wen Yuanchu, the one who showed his love to him was himself.
If he didn’t act more generously, would others think that he still cared about this matter?
That would be too embarrassing.
“I’m fine.”
Ling Song pretended to be indifferent and said this.
So Zhang Yang called Wen Yuanchu over, “Wen Yuanchu, come and sit together.”
In fact, neither Zhang Yang nor Wang Zide thought that Wen Yuanchu would pay attention to them. This person had always been aloof and ignored everyone. He was used to being alone. It would be strange if he would sit with them.
