Anyway, they had already called him. If he didn’t want to come, it was up to him.
But they didn’t expect that Wen Yuanchu had stood up and walked over as soon as Zhang Yang asked the question and sat down next to Ling Song.
Zhang Yang & Wang Zide, “…”
Ling Song didn’t expect him to come over. Didn’t they say he ignored them and didn’t even look at them?
What was going on?
Wen Yuanchu sat down, didn’t say anything, and ate quietly.
But his presence was so strong that the others also fell silent.
Ling Song saw the seasoning on the table and added it to his bowl, imitating Zhang Yang and Wang Zide.
Wen Yuanchu suddenly spoke up and reminded him, “That’s chili oil, very spicy, don’t add so much.”
The two people opposite looked as if they had seen a ghost, but Wen Yuanchu didn’t care about them and only looked at Ling Song.
Ling Song said “Oh” awkwardly and put his hand away.
He didn’t say anything after that.
The four of them finished their dumplings in silence.
Then they walked back to school in silence.
Passing by the classroom office, Ling Song was called in by Ma Guosheng.
Ma Guosheng asked him how he felt about the morning class.
Ling Song thought about it and decided to tell the truth, “I don’t understand.”
“Don’t understand?”
“Except for Chinese class, I don’t understand anything else, not a single bit.”
Ma Guosheng was speechless.
Was his memory loss that serious?
Ma Guosheng rubbed his eyes and said with some difficulty, “I don’t know how long this situation will last. Why don’t you try to look at the old books and study them again? I will tell your parents about this situation.”
Ling Song said “hmm” and nodded. “Okay, thank you teacher.”
Ma Guosheng patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, you are just in the second year of high school now, there is still time. If you are willing to learn, you will definitely be able to relearn them again.”
Previously, Ling Song wasn’t a studious person. Being late and leaving early was the norm. He also often caused trouble outside. Now that he had lost his memory, he was more interested in learning. Maybe it was a good thing.
He added, “Your deskmate Wen Yuanchu cares about you very much. He came to me during the break in the morning to ask about your situation. He has good grades. If you don’t understand something, you can ask him.”
In fact, Ma Guosheng also found it strange. Wen Yuanchu’s grades were indeed good, but his personality was too withdrawn. He wasn’t close to anyone. This was the first time he saw that kid take the initiative to care about his classmates.
If Wen Yuanchu and Ling Song could help each other, one can improve his academic performance and the other can become more cheerful, it would be great.
“I know.”
Ling Song agreed verbally, but didn’t take it to heart.
Although Wen Yuanchu was not Wen Che, he still felt awkward when he saw him, not to mention that he was rejected. It would be stupid for him to get close to him.
In the afternoon, there were three classes. They were physics, chemistry, and biology.
During the fourth self-study period, Ling Song slumped onto his desk again, lost in self-loathing.
The tutors used to praise him for being smart, but now he realised he wasn’t smart at all, not even a little bit.
A note was handed to him. Ling Song looked at it in surprise. It was from Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu was looking down, seemingly oblivious, and was doing his homework.
Ling Song paused, then unfolded the note.
[If you have any questions, you can ask me, and I’ll teach you.]
Huh?
This was different from what Zhang Yang and Wang Zide said ah. Those two really didn’t deceive me?
…Could it be that this person also suspects he committed suicide for love, and therefore feels guilty and wants to make amends?
Ling Song stared at the note for three seconds, then crumpled it in his hand.
He lowered his head, slumped back onto the table, and fell asleep.
I’m tired. We’ll talk about studying another day.
Wen Yuanchu stared at his profile for a while.
The ceiling fan creaked, but the sleeping Ling Song was oblivious. His wisps of hair trembled gently, and his face was rosy and full of life.
The moment the bell rang, Ling Song woke up instantly.
Seeing his classmates getting up and leaving in groups of twos and threes, he quickly packed his bag and left the classroom.
His brother had told him that morning that the family driver would pick him up, and that he should leave the school as soon as school was over and not linger around.
While waiting at a traffic light, Ling Song leaned against the car window, marveling at the bustling traffic and towering buildings outside.
How could the world have changed so drastically in just over four hundred years?
Ling Song was engrossed in his observation when Wen Yuanchu’s figure on a bicycle suddenly came into view.
Ling Song stared blankly as he sped along, weaving through the traffic until his figure disappeared from sight.
A strange sense of familiarity welled up inside him, as if he had seen that scene somewhere before.
…Where did he see it before?
When he got out of the car at his doorstep, Ling Song saw Wen Yuanchu again.
He had just arrived.
Ling Song finally realised where that sense of familiarity came from. The person he had seen riding out of the neighboring yard that morning was Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu stopped his bike and greeted him, “Ling Song.”
Ling Song was surprised. “You live here too?”
Wen Yuanchu nodded. “Yes, we’re neighbors.”
Ling Song, “…”
So the person he saw in the building across the street yesterday wasn’t his imagination. It was Wen Yuanchu.
Ha, what a coincidence ah.
Not wanting to say much to him, Ling Song casually hummed “Oh” and quickly went inside.
The door closed, Wen Yuanchu withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and rode his bicycle into the villa next door.
