Chapter 27

Is it easy to get into University A?

It was easy for Wen Chu, but too difficult for Song Youran.

Wen Chu found a cultural teacher to help Song Youran with his homework, and also found a physical training teacher to help him with physical training.

Song Youran studies until her brain is worn out, exercises until her body is worn out, and still can't eat enough. She feels like she has returned to her childhood.

"I want to eat fat."

Meat alone is no longer enough to solve the problem. Song Youran wants to eat food that is greasy, delicious, and high in calories.

Wen Chu is worthy of being called the Zhou Paopi of the new era. He was unequivocal in his rejection of people: "No. Too much body fat will affect your condition."

With green eyes, Song Youran picked up Wen Chu and threw him onto the big bed in the bedroom.

"I want to eat meat." Song Youran's teeth were grinding.

Wen Chu collapsed limply on the bed. Not a single part of his body was hard, and he couldn't even lift a finger.

The silver-plated spear head looks good but is not practical.

"Why aren't you struggling?"

Song Youran pressed down on Wen Chu's waist. Ignoring Wen Chu's cries of "It's so heavy!", she thrust her tongue in and explored the area. She then grasped his chin and asked, "Why aren't you resisting?"

Wen Chu's tender cheeks were pinched with several finger marks, and he replied weakly: "I promised you that you can play after the exam."

Is this a joke?

As expected, don't expect anything good to come out of a wooden man's mouth.

Song Youran stripped the man naked, held him in his arms and kneaded him everywhere: "You are so tender, I will help you practice, so that you won't suffer during the military training later."

Wen Chu leaned his head against Song Youran's shoulder and panted awkwardly, "I'm not feeling well, so I won't be participating in the military training."

Song Youran ruthlessly exposed his true colors: "You're kidding! You're just lazy."

Wen Chu didn't deny it: "It's too hot, I'll get sunburned."

Song Youran thought that he was afraid of pain, so she rubbed his incredibly soft place in a mean way.

"I guess you must have been a delicate young lady in your previous life."

"Why not the delicate young master?"

"Young masters are all hard, like me."

He untied the hair tie on Wen Chu's head, and her waist-length hair spread out like a series of curved black snakes, entangled with her fair body, and spread out a forbidden painting before his eyes.

Wen Chu opened his big innocent eyes and asked, "What were you in your previous life?"

"A tree."

"Why are you a tree and I a human?"

"Because I like basking in the sun, but you don't." Song Youran smiled smugly. "Young lady, tired from traveling, came to my tree to enjoy the cool..."

He made up a lie and said that in his story, Wen Chu had received his favor and wanted to repay him in this life.

"I should have pledged my love to you, but I see you're not very pretty. So, from now on, you listen to me. If I tell you to go east, you go east, and you can't go west..."

The person in his arms had lost consciousness. Song Youran pushed him twice, but Wen Chu was harder than a zombie. As soon as he loosened his grip, he fell straight onto the bed.

Song Youran was furious, but helpless: "All you do is sleep all day long, are you a pig?"

The sleeping zombie heard someone scolding him in his dream. He muttered something and turned his back to Song Youran.

Song Youran sighed resignedly, lying down and hugging the zombie from behind. In this mid-afternoon, neither early nor late, she spent her life with the zombie.

They will go to the same university and stay together in the future.

With this belief, Song Youran patched up his broken brain and worn-out body and got back on track. He even suspended his plan to make money, focusing on getting into University A, which he regarded as the starting point of his dream.

When Yang Xu learned that Wen Chu went to University A, he encouraged Song Youran to study hard and make progress every day on the chat software.

Song Youran couldn't stand Yang Xu's smugness, so she revealed to him the recent little secrets between herself and Wen Chu, which earned her two angry daggers from Yang Xu.

Yang Xu: Have some shame, he is your nephew.

Song Youran: You won’t understand even if I tell you. I’ll invite you to my wedding later.

Yang Xu: [Landmine] I will blow you to death.

Song Youran: If you blow me to death, your sweetheart will become a widow.

Yang Xu: Let’s compete fairly, good brother [handshake]

Song Youran: [rolls eyes] You haven't even sat at the table yet, and you're arguing with me? Just go to bed.

Yang Xu expressed his anger with four rows of [poop].

Song Youran dropped the phone and said, "Childish."

When she entered her third year of high school, Song Youran followed in Wen Chu's footsteps, going out early and coming back late, not even having time to help Wen Chu comb his hair.

Wen Chu goes to bed early at night and can't get up in the morning. Every time Song Youran sees him, he is lying on the bed, sound asleep.

You can't just wake someone up and say hello: "Hey, I'm back. Did you sleep well?"

Wen Chu will go crazy.

The only time they could communicate normally was Sunday. Unfortunately, Wen Chu was too busy. Many times, when they were just getting together, he was woken up by a phone call. He hurriedly got out of bed and put on his clothes, saying that the driver would come to pick him up soon.

Running between school and company, Wen Chu spent less and less time in the apartment, and sometimes he simply didn't come back for several days.

Song Youran couldn't stand being alone in such a big house, so he went to Wei Qian's place to play with the child.

Sometimes when I came back and saw Wen Chu sitting behind the desk in a neat and tidy manner, the surprise in my heart would unconsciously show on my face.

But when he noticed that Wen Chu's long hair was still smooth and smooth, his beating heart suddenly fell into stagnant water.

"Who combs your hair these days?"

Wen Chu lowered his head and flipped through the documents, answering without hesitation: "Secretary Cen."

"Secretary Cen knows all this?" His mouth was bitter and his stomach was sour. "He's quite talented."

"He took care of his sister when she was little."

Song Youran chuckled: "You know everything about him very well."

Wen Chu noticed something was wrong, stopped what he was doing, and turned his head to ask Song Youran, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Youran rubbed her pink lips with her thumb. "I remember you didn't like others touching you before."

Later, anyone could touch you and even take off your pants.

Wen Chu thought Song Youran was rubbing his lips to kiss him. He waited for a while, but that didn't happen. He pushed Song Youran's hand away and lowered his head to flip through the documents again.

"I don't dislike people touching me, you might be remembering it wrong."

Song Youran stood up and clapped her hands. "Well, since you can accept being touched by others and have someone comb your hair, then I don't need to go to University A."

"Uncle." Wen Chu grabbed Song Youran's sleeve as he was about to leave. "You're right. I don't like others touching me."

Song Youran crossed her arms and said, "That's not what you just said."

"I just remembered it wrong." Wen Chu was flexible. "Uncle, you can't easily go back on your promise to others. You promised me that you would go to University A."

Song Youran didn't care who was right or wrong, he just wanted Wen Chu to treat him as the only exception.

Wen Chu was forced by Song Youran to learn how to comb his hair, which took less than ten minutes.

Song Youran discovered that he was not clumsy, but he had no patience for things that did not interest him.

"You can't let anyone touch you anymore, understand?"

If you have no desires, you will be strong; if you have desires, you will become humble.

Wen Chu thought about his current situation. Song Youran was no longer content and could spread his wings and fly away at any time.

He should first calm Song Youran down and then find an opportunity to negotiate.

Wen Chu said, "I understand."

It wasn't difficult for him to avoid physical contact with people.

Weights must be placed on both ends of the scale for the transaction to continue.

He agreed to Song Youran's request, and Song Youran had to agree to his request.

"You have to work hard to get into University A."

Song Youran sneered, "Do you even need to tell me that?"

The hard life of a senior high school student was getting harder and harder each day. Song Youran looked out the window and saw heavy snow falling, and the quiet classroom suddenly became lively.

“It’s snowing!”

"Wow, the first snow of the year."

The teacher slammed the table on the podium and said: "It's time for class now!"

After one night, heavy snow covered the entire city.

Wei Qian sent a message to Song Youran: I found a job.

She prepared a hot pot and filled the table with plates of all sizes.

Snowflakes drifted outside the glass. Xie Dong held a small bowl and blew on half a meatball in the spoon. He glanced at the bubbling pot and warned Song Youran across from him, "The rest of the meatballs are mine!"

"You say it's yours, so it's yours? Just shout and see if they respond." Song Youran picked up a meatball and put it into the bowl, then picked up another meatball and put it into the bowl.

"Go on, or they'll all end up in my bowl."

Xie Dong screamed and shook Wei Qian's arm: "Mom, my brother bullied me, please help beat him up."

"You are rebelling." Song Youran stood up, walked around the table, and was about to grab Xie Dong and put him on her knees to spank him.

Xie Dong dropped the bowl, jumped to the ground, and ran around the house.

"Mom, please save me! Dongdong is about to be captured by the bad brother."

Wei Qian put the long-cooked meat on the table into the pot and shouted to the two people making noise in the living room, "Let's eat first and then play."

Xie Dong was caught and lay on Song Youran's legs, giggling.

Wei Qian smiled and said to herself, "Two of them haven't grown up yet." She divided the food cooked in the pot into their bowls.

Song Youran waited for Wei Qian to finish cleaning up in the kitchen and transferred some money to her.

Wei Qian refused to accept it. She said, "I have a job now and I get paid every month."

Song Youran said, "You can save money yourself, but Dongdong can't."

Wei Qian said, "Okay, I'll save the extra money and help Dongdong find a wife in the future."

Song Youran laughed: "Dongdong is so young, and you're already thinking about finding him a wife."

As soon as the topic came up, I thought of Brother Wei.

Wei Qian replied: "We are not married, nor have we broken up. I don't know why."

Song Youran wasn't surprised by this result. "What are you going to do?"

"Whatever," Wei Qian said, "I've done enough."

Perhaps something happened between Wei Qian and her family when Song Youran didn't know. At this moment, Wei Qian was cold and determined, which was not a bad thing for Song Youran.

The heavy snow made the night sky look white, and even without turning on the lights, you could see the person curled up on the sofa in the living room.

Song Youran turned on the light and woke Wen Chu up.

"Why are you back?"

He thought Wen Chu and Song Hongtao were still on a business trip abroad.

“Just passing by.”

Wen Chu half-opened his eyes. He had just come down from a cocktail party not long ago. He was still wearing a suit and there was a faint smell of alcohol on his breath.

"You went to your classmate's house again?"

He came to see Song Youran specially, but Song Youran was not there.

"Why, are you jealous?"

Song Youran refused to admit her mistake and continued to smile.

Wen Chu pulled Song Youran to the sofa, leaned over, and sniffed her neck.

Song Youran's clothes gave off a meaty smell. Wen Chu thought of him running out to play alone and having a lot of fun, so he rubbed the skin of Song Youran's neck with the tip of his nose unhappily.

Song Youran was so happy holding the coquettish puppy.

The puppy acted coquettishly while revealing his shrewd face. He coldly asked Song Youran, "Did you eat meat?"

Song Youran quickly pinched Zhou Paopi's nose: "What nonsense are you talking about? You've had too much to drink."

"I'm not drunk."

Zhou Paopi was having trouble breathing and opened his mouth: "It hurts."

Song Youran let go of Zhou Paopi's nose and asked, "Besides acting like a spoiled child, what else can you do?"

It will also turn into a cute little dog that is loved by everyone.

Those dark, shiny eyes looked at Song Youran with tears in their eyes: "Uncle, my heart aches."

Heartache?!

Song Youran was shocked. It couldn't be a serious illness.

He frantically took out his cell phone and was about to dial the emergency number when Wen Chu turned his head and leaned into Song Youran's arms softly.

"I'm so sleepy, can I skip taking a shower today?"

You're making a fool of him!

Besides not wanting to shower himself, Wen Chu was also heartbroken because he didn't want to blow-dry his hair and couldn't sleep perfectly straight.

He seemed to be suffering from skin hunger, and required Song Youran to be naked and close to him.

Song Youran was sweating profusely, the air in the quilt was humid and hot, and Wen Chu kept crying out in pain in his arms.

Damn, I didn’t even put my little finger in, how could it hurt you?

He couldn't figure out where Wen Chu was in pain. After listening to him whining for half the night, he couldn't stand it anymore. He pressed him down and kissed him until he died. Then he wrapped him in a blanket and said, "Sleep! Don't talk!"

Wen Chu groaned and groaned, and after being scolded twice, he completely lost his breath.

The next morning, Song Youran blew on Wen Chu's eyelashes to wake him up.

"Did you take any aphrodisiac last night?"

Wen Chu blinked, his face innocent and harmless: "Uncle, when did you come back? I have no recollection of it."

Well, putting on pants makes you invisible, which is a skill every man has.

Song Youran crawled into Wen Chu's quilt and pinched the guy who had raised the flag obediently in the morning.

"Come, come, I'll create some memorable memories for you. Let's study why your toy doesn't stand at attention when it should, and doesn't lie down when it should. Is it possible that it's just like you, without any professional military training and is too wild? Come, I'll help you teach it the correct way to lie down."

Wen Chu covered his chest and gasped with his mouth open.

Song Youran climbed up and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Wen Chu shook his head: "It's okay."

Song Youran smirked, "Are you heartbroken again?"

Wen Chu moved his lips, wanting to speak but unable to speak. Song Youran pinched his chin, filling his mouth with bitterness.

Song Youran's face was full of pride: "I haven't seen you for a week. Did you miss me?"

Wen Chu didn't say anything. His eyes stayed on the corner of Song Youran's upturned mouth. He raised his head and took the initiative to kiss her.

The buds instantly blossomed, and the lush green grass was instantly ablaze with flowers. This must be what it felt like to hold the whole world in your arms. His heart ached and softened. He pinched Wen Chu's face, intensifying the light kiss, smearing it with force until a fire erupted in his chest, burning all his consciousness.

"You can't escape." He wiped the blood off Wen Chu's lips and solemnly declared to him: "You are mine from now on."

Wen Chu's fingers trembled as he touched the damaged area at the corner of his mouth, his eyes reddening, "I will never kiss you again."

Song Youran replaced her fingers with her lips. "If you don't kiss me, I'll kiss you."

He pressed the person down and kissed until his lips were swollen and his eyes were wet.

He believed that wood would blossom.

When winter passes and spring arrives, the wood will bloom.

"Can you bloom?"

Wen Chu bit his toothbrush and asked, "What kind of flowers are blooming?"

"A small red flower with five petals."

Song Youran stood behind Wen Chu and helped him tidy up his waist-length hair.

He looked at the mirror in front of them. A huge peach tree was swaying gracefully in the spring breeze, and pink petals were flying all over the sky.

He smelled the fragrance of the flowers and felt the heavy weight on his shoulders. The huge red fruits filled the bamboo basket on his back.