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"Um……"
Luo Wenchuan lowered his head, his hand tentatively grasping Song Ling's little finger, and then his entire hand was enveloped by Song Ling's palm.
It's really cold, but I don't feel as sad as before.
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After the entrance exams, the school gave Song Ling a New Year holiday. After attending the interview at Beicheng University and preparing for the graduation exams, Song Ling was officially considered to have graduated.
Imperial High School's graduation season is in the spring, a beautiful time when flowers are in full bloom.
Ms. Song, showing great kindness, lifted the restrictions on some of Song Ling's accounts. After finishing her exams, Song Ling told her homeroom teacher and moved back to her rented apartment.
When Song Ling spent the New Year in Song County, her friends were busy having their families eat New Year's Eve dinner, while she watched a movie and ate some takeout by herself.
This time it's different, this time he has Luo Wenchuan.
The child had to stay with his aunt and uncle for the first few days, but they can come and visit him in the following days.
Song Ling's results came out on the night of the New Year's Eve dinner. She scored a full 70 points above the cutoff score and ranked twelfth in the entire school.
Seeing several classmates posting their grades on social media, Song Ling only sent a screenshot of her grades to Luo Wenchuan.
Luo Wenchuan immediately sent him a call request. The two were quite far apart, but Song Ling could hear children making noise on Luo Wenchuan's end.
"Brother Ling."
What do you want to say?
"I miss you."
Luo Wenchuan's voice still sounded aggrieved; this child was never truly happy.
Song Ling knew without even thinking that this person was probably holed up in their room crying right now.
"I miss you too. When are you coming over?"
Song Ling lay on the sofa, looking at the takeout on the table, and suddenly felt that the joy of his grades did not fill his heart. In the past ten years of schooling, as long as he was willing to put in the effort, he could get anything with ease. But Luo Wenchuan was different. He didn't know how to work hard or what he could do to keep this poor guy.
"The day after tomorrow, I need to clean the house these next few days."
"It won't be until the day after tomorrow." Song Ling turned over, looked at the empty bed not far away, and lowered her voice, "But I miss you now."
There was silence on the other end for a while. Seeing that Luo Wenchuan wasn't responding, Song Ling stopped teasing him.
The two chatted for a while longer, and after Song Ling put down the terminal, he watched a movie for a bit and sent Ms. Song a New Year's greeting.
The movie on the screen went on late into the night, and Song Ling was too lazy to go back to her bedroom, so she just spent the night on the sofa.
Before dawn the next day, I vaguely heard the doorbell ring.
Song Ling rubbed her stiff arms and got up to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Luo Wenchuan, covered in frost, looked at him expectantly. The weather outside was bitterly cold, and the child's lips were unusually red from the cold.
"Brother Ling."
"Wen Chuan? Didn't you say it would be the day after tomorrow?"
"I...I can't wait any longer."
Luo Wenchuan threw himself into Song Ling's arms, wrapping his arms tightly around Song Ling's waist.
Song Ling felt a warmth in her heart, and with a little force, she pulled Luo Wenchuan into the house, then closed the door behind her.
Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling with barely suppressed greed in his eyes.
Ever since Song Ling said those words last night, he has wanted to see Song Ling immediately.
Even though this person is no longer in front of him, he is still constantly affected by her mood.
This feeling was both incredibly strange and incredibly dangerous.
Song Ling held Luo Wenchuan's cold hand and blew on it: "You came here so early, aren't you afraid your uncle will scold you?"
"Don't be afraid, with you here, I'm not afraid of anything."
Luo Wenchuan knew what kind of words Song Ling liked to hear, and every time he spoke, he would choose words that Song Ling liked. The obedient demeanor he showed in front of Song Ling was not his true self, but it was when he was most comfortable and relaxed.
"The little rabbit seems to have become a bit bolder."
As Song Ling lowered his head, Luo Wenchuan, who was nestled in his arms, looked up. When their eyes met, they both understood the longing in each other's eyes.
Song Ling loosened his grip on the person in his arms, but Luo Wenchuan pushed him against the door even harder.
"Stop looking for inhibition loops."
Luo Wenchuan knew that Song Ling wanted to find the suppression ring, but he didn't want to. Why suppress one's nature? There was no need for it.
Seeing that Song Ling had stopped, the fire in his heart was suddenly doused with cold water. Sometimes, Song Ling was too principled.
"Good boy..." Song Ling patted Luo Wenchuan's head, and seeing the disappointment on his face, he leaned down and kissed Luo Wenchuan's earlobe, "If love between two people lasts forever, why should it be—"
The warm breath on his ear made Luo Wenchuan's heart flutter. He suddenly turned his head and covered Song Ling's lips with his own.
"Why isn't he here?"
Luo Wenchuan asked in a deep voice, biting down hard on Song Ling's lip.
Song Ling smiled and responded to the kiss earnestly.
Their lips and teeth intertwined, making them both feel a bit hot in the well-heated room.
Song Ling was only wearing loungewear, and the loose clothing was easily torn off. By the time she realized what was happening, the collar of her clothes had already been ripped open.
Luo Wenchuan kissed Song Ling's neck inch by inch.
He reached out and lifted Luo Wenchuan's chin, whispering, "This is for you."
In Song Ling's hand was a long, thin box, which seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
Luo Wenchuan opened the box, and inside lay a valuable fountain pen. On the inside of the cap were engraved the initials of Luo Wenchuan's surname.
He had seen this pen before; it was a gift from an artist to the school last year.
Song Ling had been rehearsing non-stop for several days straight at noon, all just to give him this pen.
"Do you like this New Year's gift?"
"like."
Looking at the exquisite fountain pen in his palm, Luo Wenchuan felt that nothing could compare to it.
"Pour in the ink and try it."
Luo Wenchuan's handwriting is beautiful. Although this child looks weak, his handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and indescribably elegant and beautiful.
It is said that one's handwriting reflects one's personality, but Luo Wenchuan seems to be an exception.
The child nodded obediently, and the two went inside to fill the pen with ink.
Song Ling had just finished her exams and hadn't even moved her things back yet, so finding a piece of paper was still a difficult task.
Seeing Luo Wenchuan's blank expression, he simply stretched out his hand: "Why don't you write here?"
"It's hard to wipe clean," Luo Wenchuan reminded him.
Song Ling smiled and said, "It's nothing."
Luo Wenchuan's gaze swept over Song Ling, and he asked him in a low voice, "Can I write it somewhere that can't be seen?"
"Where?" Song Ling asked.
Luo Wenchuan gestured for Song Ling to come closer and spoke a few words in a very low voice.
Song Ling's gaze flickered, and she looked at Luo Wenchuan with a meaningful smile in her eyes: "You little rabbit, you know how to pick a spot."
"Brother Ling won't agree?" Luo Wenchuan tilted his head.
"I promise you, I'll agree to anything you ask since you came to see me today. Besides, I don't let anyone else see this place..."
Song Ling lowered his voice, got up, pulled the bedroom curtains closed, and then untied the belt around his waist.
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This year's New Year was the most fulfilling one Song Ling has ever had.
After the long holiday, Song Ling and Zhou Yinan went to Beicheng together. They had both applied to the same place in Beicheng and had the same interview date, so they decided to go together.
The interview process at Beicheng University consists of a physical examination and a practical training test.
First, practical training was conducted, then a physical examination was performed. After several tests, less than half of the students remained.
The physical examination is conducted in groups of five. You need to take off all your clothes and put them in the lockers in the changing room.
Among several unfamiliar Alphas, Song Ling met a familiar person.
"Wei Yu?"
The person storing clothes glanced at the naked man in front of them and asked, "Song Ling?"
Their gazes unconsciously drifted to the same spot on each other's faces, then quickly returned to their own, followed by cold smiles.
"If I were a mentor, I would add the condition that anyone whose height is no more than 25cm would be automatically disqualified from the physical requirements," Wei Yu said deliberately.
“You’re not good enough either. You need to be a water snake at 25.” Song Ling said, and left the locker room.
The medical examination items were rather unusual, but fortunately, the doctors were all male Alphas, which reduced some of the awkwardness.
The last exercise was squats. Song Ling had just stood up when she heard the sound of military boots coming from the doorway.
He looked up and saw a man in a uniform standing straight.
The man, wearing black leather gloves, spoke a few words to the doctor conducting the physical examination. His gaze swept over the students standing in the examination room, and he narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw Song Ling.
The doctor was still speaking when the man raised his hand and walked towards Song Ling.
Standing naked in an air-conditioned room to meet a general was still quite awkward. Song Ling wanted to reach out and cover himself, but then thought that since they were both men, it didn't seem like a big deal.
"Are you Song Ling?" the man asked.
Song Ling nodded: "Yes, teacher."
The man's gaze swept over the person from head to toe, then he smiled very slightly.
Song Ling was stunned for a moment, not understanding what this person meant.