Chapter 9
The admission brochure was published on the official website of Shiwai. Xie Xueruo found Wen Chu and asked him to accompany Song Youran to Shiwai for an interview.
Wen Chu pondered: "Actually, there are good schools in Jiangbei too."
Xie Xueruo frowned: "Of course you can't leave me."
These days, Song Youran has been in a cold war with her. She pretends not to hear when she talks, and doesn't answer questions she asks. She is becoming more and more impolite and rebellious.
Wen Chu said, "I can go with him, but I'm afraid he won't be willing."
Xie Xuerou said firmly: "He will be willing."
I don’t know what method Xie Xueruo used, but Song Youran agreed to go for the interview.
The interview was scheduled for nine in the morning, so there was no need to get up early. When the sun rose to the roof, Song Youran and Wen Chu were picked up by a car and left the villa.
Song Youran stared out the window with lifeless eyes. It was these same roads again, he had walked back and forth countless times. He knew which intersection had traffic police and which intersection had the longest red light.
It makes me want to vomit!
He withdrew his gaze. The boy sitting next to him was silent, with a calm expression on his face. He was no longer reading the book. He folded his hands on his abdomen and stared straight ahead.
So serious that it makes people want to vomit!
Song Youran was getting irritated and started to find fault: "She asked you to accompany me, and you really did. Don't you have any interview skills?"
He didn't care about the interview, so naturally he didn't really want to hear the so-called interview skills. He planned to maliciously interrupt the other party when he was speaking at length and watch the other party get humiliated.
Wen Chu turned his head and looked at him, seemingly lost in thought. After a moment, he said, "You can't be nervous during an interview."
Song Youran waited for a moment, but nothing came of it. She angrily asked, "That's all?"
Wen Chu nodded: "No more."
Song Youran took a deep breath. Instead of feeling better, she became even angrier. She smiled through gritted teeth, "If you don't pass the interview, I'll have her give you trouble."
Wen Chu shook his head: "No, it won't."
Song Youran chuckled twice again, what a boaster.
Song Youran looked out the window again. Wen Chu straightened his body and continued to stare straight ahead. The car returned to calm, as if the conversation just now had never happened. The car was driving slowly on the road to Shiwai.
Song Youran obviously didn't know that the interview qualification that Xie Xueruo helped him get was equivalent to having one foot in the door of Shiwai University. As long as he didn't make any big mistakes, the other foot would also step in safely.
Xie Xuerou had Wen Chu accompany Song Youran to the interview, simply to have someone keep an eye on him. Song Youran was both restrained and frenzied around Wen Chu, wanting to outdo him by avoiding any drastic actions that would make him look ridiculous. Xie Xuerou's plan was that Song Youran could perform mediocrely, or even just okay, in the interview, and it wouldn't affect his chances of getting into Shiwai.
Wen Chu sent Song Youran into the classroom and stood in the corridor waiting.
The sun rose higher and higher, and Song Youran came out with a pale face.
Wen Chu opened his mouth, swallowed what he wanted to say, and said dryly: "Let's go."
Song Youran reached out to hold onto the wall and said dissatisfiedly, "You don't want to ask me about the result?"
Wen Chu turned around: "What's the result?"
Song Youran smiled and replied, "Yes, very good."
The words were full of sarcasm, not a single word was true. Wen Chu seemed not to hear it and nodded slightly: "That's good."
Song Youran felt deeply bored and gave up on further provocation. His face darkened as he recalled the interview scene: two teachers frowned, one lip curled. This interview must have gone awry. But this wasn't enough. He wanted to go to Jiangbei only if Xie Xueruo agreed.
There was no way Xie Xueruo would agree. Everything he did was like a futile struggle before death.
Wen Chu walked in front and went down the escalator at the end of the corridor.
The corridors of the school are very quiet during the summer vacation.
Song Youran followed behind with unsteady steps, holding the railing with her hands, taking one step at a time, walking very slowly.
Slower and slower...
Song Youran covered her stomach with her hands, let her hands drop from the railing, arched her back and slowly squatted down.
Wen Chu noticed the footsteps had faded, and turned to see Song Youran sitting on the steps. He turned around and took two steps at a time, bending his knees and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Youran's face was covered in sweat, and she covered her stomach with her hands, unable to speak.
Wen Chu pulled his hand away from his stomach, felt the sweat on his palm, looked at his pale lips, and said, "He must be hungry."
He took out a bar of chocolate from his pocket.
Chocolate has a low melting point and is melted by body temperature, lying on the tin foil like slime.
Song Youran had a look of disgust on her face and softly pushed Wen Chu's hand away: "Take it away!"
Wen Chu didn't understand why Chen Feng could do it but he couldn't?
He reached out and pinched Song Youran's chin, imitating Chen Feng's words: "Open your mouth."
Maybe it’s due to the regional accent, I don’t hear any imposing aura in his voice, but rather a sense of preaching from an old scholar.
Song Youran's nostrils can fire rockets. Is this brat crazy?!
My teeth were almost broken, and I couldn't open my mouth to speak, otherwise the slime would pop into my mouth.
His face was filled with shame and anger, and he glared at Wen Chu hatefully: Just wait for me!
"Why don't you eat?"
No one answered Wen Chu's question, and there was nothing else in his ears except Song Youran's heavy breathing.
Her curled eyelashes drooped in frustration, then gently opened again. Wen Chu thought of a solution: "You don't have the strength to resist now. I can use a little force to pinch your mouth open."
When Song Youran heard this, her eyebrows raised: You dare!
The slime came close to his mouth again.
Wen Chumu said with a face that could be called cute: "Be good and open your mouth."
His nostrils were filled with the smell of cocoa, and blood was almost dripping from the corners of Song Youran's eyes. Under Wen Chu's gaze, he tilted his head and rushed towards the white wrist, his sharp teeth instantly piercing the fragile skin.
Wen Chu's voice trembled: "It hurts..."
The tinfoil left his fingertips, fell to the ground, and was blown by the wind and rolled to the steps below.
Wen Chuyi fell to the ground. Song Youran loosened his teeth, leaned back against the railing, and licked his lips: "Serves you right!"
A circular tooth mark appeared on Wen Chu's wrist, and bleeding was still flowing in several places, which should be where the fangs were.
The slime was stuck to the edge of the shoe, without the tin foil wrapping, lying pitifully in the dust.
Song Youran stared at the slime in the dust, her heart palpitating, her hands shaking, and her limbs weak, all signs of hypoglycemia.
Is it because I’ve eaten too much sugar recently and my insulin levels are out of whack?
He recalled picking up chocolates in the mud as a child. What was dignity? Being alive was what mattered.
Wen Chu blew on the wound, took out a tissue to wipe the blood off his wrist, and looked up to see Song Youran staring at the half-melted chocolate on the ground in a daze.
He suddenly understood something, and all his past doubts became clear at this moment. He folded the used tissue and put it in his pocket, then took out a few pieces of chocolate from the other pocket and placed them on the steps next to Song Youran.
Song Youran didn't move, nor did she look at the chocolate beside her.
Wen Chu patted his clothes and stood up. He turned around and looked at Song Youran who was sitting on the ground and said, "I'll wait for you at the school gate."
Song Youran didn't say anything.
Wen Chu added, "Whether you eat or not, I don't know, and no one else will know."
The footsteps gradually faded away. Song Youran's eyes moved slightly. After a long time, she turned her head to look at the fully packaged chocolate at hand.
Chocolate shouldn't be placed on the ground.
Song Youran opened his five fingers and grabbed them all, then put them all into his pocket. After thinking for a while, he took out another piece, tore off the wrapping paper and put it into his mouth.
The candy melted, leaving a sweet taste between her teeth. Song Youran leaned her head against the railing and sighed comfortably.
Chen Feng said the chocolate he was given was the most delicious in the world, but he couldn't tell the difference. He had never tasted bad chocolate. He had eaten very little chocolate. So far in his life, all the chocolate he had eaten had come from others. He had no idea what was good and what was bad.
As the sugar was taken in, his limbs became full of strength. He stood up, the sweat stopped, his hands stopped shaking, and even his mood seemed to have improved a little.
In the car at the school gate, Wen Chu had a book spread across his lap and started again.
Xie Xueruo went to the villa less frequently, as if Song Youran's indifference some time ago had hurt her.
Song Youran was sad for a few days. Halfway through the summer vacation, he realized that the reason Xie Xueruo stopped visiting him might be because he passed the interview for Shiwai.
Xie Xueruo won again. As long as she wanted, Song Youran was a toy in her hands.
He can have his own thoughts, but he has no freedom of action, like a bird living in a cage. When the owner pokes its feathers with a stick, it will open its mouth and chirp to make pleasant sounds.
If his voice is not pleasing to her, he will be punished. No, even if he can sing beautifully, Xie Xueruo will still not be satisfied with him. He can be better and better. In short, he can never satisfy her even if he tries his best.
Yang Xu was racing cars in the arcade when he received Song Youran's call. He held up his phone, away from the noise of the coin pusher, and covered the receiver, saying, "I thought I'd have to wait until school started before I could get your call."
"I'm sorry to disappoint you."
Yang Xu smiled and invited Song Youran to meet him, but was rejected. Upon learning that Song Youran's life was still the same as before, Yang Xu couldn't help but sigh.
Song Youran interrupted Yang Xu's sympathetic expression and got down to business. "It's important to keep your mouth shut. You can't disclose your employer's privacy."
Song Youran wants to find someone to get information.
Yang Xu said, "Yes, there is, but it's not cheap."
Song Youran asked him to just push the business card over.
Yang Xu was curious: "Are you rich now?"
"There are no rich people, but there is a fool who spends his money."
"Hiss~" Yang Xu pretended not to understand, "That's too cruel. I've never seen anyone scold you like that."
Song Youran told him to get lost and hung up the phone.
The servants cleaned the room every day and would notify Xie Xueruo if they found any prohibited items inside. Even though Xie Xueruo had not appeared for several days, Song Youran still did not dare to take it lightly.
He stuffed his cell phone under the sofa and was seen by Chen Feng who pushed the door open.
Chen Feng was puzzled: "Is the phone not working well?"
Song Youran stood up straight: "It's just so-so."
"This is a new model!" If Chen Feng didn't already have one, he would definitely be jealous.
Song Youran had very few opportunities to come into contact with electronic products in his limited life. He had no idea what the old mobile phones looked like. He saw others holding their phones to make calls, send messages, and play games. He occasionally touched one because Xie Xueruo wanted to find him for something. He took the phone from the servant, and it took only a short call before the phone was even warm to the touch before it was taken away again. He had no way to compare and naturally could not understand how the old phones were backward or the new phones were advanced.
Chen Feng came over to the desk and saw Song Youran open her homework book. He asked, "Aren't you going to the living room to do it?"
Song Youran said without even looking up: "My waist hurts from lying on the coffee table for so long."
Chen Feng took out a bag of almond cookies and said, "I queued up to buy them this morning. Would you like to try some?"
Song Youran wasn't too interested: "Eating sweets every day will increase your blood sugar."
"You're exaggerating! Only my grandfather would be afraid of sweet things. Try this, it's not sweet at all." Seeing that Song Youran ignored him, perhaps she really had no interest in almond cookies. He took out a piece and ate it while saying, "I don't eat sweets. What do you want to eat?"
"Hmm? Whatever." Song Youran spread out the draft paper. "I don't want to eat anything. If you didn't force me, I wouldn't eat a single bite."
Typical of someone who takes advantage of others.
Chen Feng deliberately left his finger prints covered with cookie crumbs on the desk. "Yes, yes, yes, I forced you to do this."
He wasn't really stupid. He could see the problem after a while. In addition, Wen Chu asked him for help. After thinking about it, he finally understood. It turned out that Song Youran had been playing tricks on him from the beginning.
It turns out that illegitimate children are not good things!
When Wen Chu came back in the evening, Chen Feng went to his room.
Wen Chu had a book spread out on his knees. His brother was good at everything except reading some indecent novels.
"Brother, help me play a game." He took the book away and put the phone in Wen Chu's hand.
Wen Chu held the phone, sliding his thumb across the screen, controlling the character in the game while asking, "Does he like almond cookies?"
Chen Feng stood before Wen Chu's review, his eyes gleaming with excitement: "Brother, pay attention!"
After the game was over, Chen Feng wanted to prostrate himself and become a disciple to learn the skills. He took back his phone to check the game records.
Wen Chu reminded Chen Feng: "You haven't answered the question yet."
Chen Feng muttered, "He didn't eat any." He muttered, "It's not like everyone likes almond cookies. I just saw online that this shop is a century-old brand. I didn't expect you to actually send people to line up to buy them. Besides, he said he's tired of sweet ones."
"So what does he want to eat?"
"How would I know?" Chen Feng said during the game match. "I asked him, and he said it doesn't matter."
Shaking his head: "Too difficult to please."
In the new game, Chen Feng gave up his life at the beginning. He was scolded by his teammates and wanted to punch the wall. He threw his phone to Wen Chu and said, "Brother, help me play another game."
Wen Chu took the book back and opened it: "I don't want to play."
"Brother, please!" Chen Feng shook Wen Chu's arm, "Brother, you will be punished if you hang up, brother..."
Wen Chu was unmoved, so Chen Feng had no choice but to beg honestly: "I will find a way tomorrow. Even if he wants to eat dragon meat, I will go to the sea and fish it out for him. Brother, please help the child..."
The next afternoon, Chen Feng stuck his head in the crack of the door and called out to Song Youran, who was sitting at the desk, "Come here."
Song Youran looked up: "What are you doing?"
Chen Feng: "Come here for a moment."
Song Youran reluctantly walked to the door and said, "If you have something to say, please say it. I still have homework to do."
Chen Feng endured it: "Go to my room, I have something good for you."
There was a plate of chicken legs on the table, and Chen Feng said proudly, "I ordered takeout."
Song Youran sat down on the chair next to her: "This isn't good."
Chen Feng couldn't hold back his expression: "The body is very honest."
Song Youran looked up: "Then I'll leave?"
Chen Feng took a deep breath, comforting himself that a little impatience can ruin a big plan. He held Song Youran's shoulders and said, "I'm leaving. I'll keep watch at the door for you."
Song Youran put on gloves and picked up a greasy chicken leg.
I didn't dare eat too much for fear of gaining weight. If I was discovered, I would definitely be scolded.
In the evening, Chen Feng asked Wen Chu, "He's the kind of person who wouldn't be grateful even if you treat him well. Why do you have to be so nice to him?"
Wen Chu said, "At the end of summer vacation, my aunt will come to pick you up, and he and I will continue to stay here. It was like this before, and I'm afraid it will be like this in the future."
Chen Feng seemed to understand, "But we can't just give him whatever he wants. My parents don't spoil me like that." He was about to become jealous.
Wen Chu asked: "Did he tell you anything?"
The older brother is smart. As soon as he sticks out his butt, his brother knows what he wants to do.
Chen Feng exhaled and said, "That guy wants to go out, but he's not going to cram school."
Wen Chu thought about it and said, "Okay."
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