An Ci came out of the dining room and found that there was no one in the living room, not even Fugui.
She frowned in confusion, and Shen Mo's voice came faintly from the yard.
"Fugui, this can't be eaten."
An Ci followed the sound and saw Shen Mo bending over and talking to Fugui, but Fugui was not listening at all, his eyes fixed on the little pig in the old man's arms.
An Ci had seen this kind of scene many times. Fugui had often looked at the chicks and geese in her vegetable garden with this kind of eyes.
However, this little pig is obviously more attractive to Fugui, and Fugui is even jealous of it.
"Xiao Ci, please take care of it." Seeing An Ci coming, Old Master Song immediately complained, "If I had been a step later, my rice would have been gone."
Rice is the name that Mr. Song gave to the little pig.
An Ci smiled and walked in front of Fugui, blocking his view of the little pig. He said seriously, "Fugui, don't try to get your hands on this little pig, or you'll only be able to eat vegetable leaves in the future."
Fugui whimpered, as if dissatisfied.
"Be good and I'll give you steak for dinner." An Ci coaxed softly.
Fugui turned his head away and snorted, which was considered as a reluctant agreement.
Despite An Ci's repeated assurances, Mr. Song was still worried and held his little pig in his arms all the time, fearing that Fugui would swallow it in one bite when he wasn't paying attention.
It was a rare opportunity for Song Yuan not to go to cram school. After dinner, he couldn't sit still. "Shen Mo, let's go play ball together."
There are quite a lot of sports equipment in the community, including swimming pools, basketball courts, football fields and so on.
Afraid that he wouldn't agree, Song Yuan looked at An Ci and said, "Xiao Ci, let's go together?"
Since he had nothing to do, An Ci agreed without thinking, "Okay."
Seeing that she agreed, Song Yuan looked back at Shen Mo and asked again, "Are you going?"
This time, Shen Mo nodded almost without hesitation.
Song Yuan was a little happy, but also a little sad.
Probably because he didn't get his beloved little pig, Fugui looked listless and didn't even move when An Ci asked him to go out together.
In the end, only the three of them went out.
An Ci was not very familiar with the roads here, so he followed Song Yuan obediently.
"Hurry up, you two."
Song Yuan turned around while urging them, and was stunned when he saw the two people holding hands.
"Shen Mo, why are you holding my cousin's hand?"
That jealous tone had a hint of brother-control.
Shen Mo said, "Her hands are cold."
"Then I too..." Song Yuan's mind got hot, and he turned to look at Shen Mo's expressionless face, and swallowed back the words that he hadn't finished.
An Ci looked at him, smiled, and took his other hand out of his pocket, "Cousin, come here, let me hold your hand."
Song Yuan held the basketball and shook his head, "Only children hold hands. I'm a man, I don't need that."
Anci, "..."
After a while, the three of them arrived at the basketball court, only to find that there were people inside. Several of the boys were familiar faces, in the same grade as Song Yuan and from the next class.
Coincidentally, they are in the same cram school. The classes were cancelled this afternoon, so they had a rare opportunity to hang out and play.
Seeing them appear, the laughter and chatter on the basketball court stopped abruptly.
Everyone looked over at once.
Although they were all ten-year-old children, An Ci could see some inquiry and unkindness in their eyes, as well as a hint of jealousy. They completely lacked the friendliness and enthusiasm that people of their age should have.
"Hey, our school's little genius is here." The boy in the gray sweatshirt came up with a sarcastic tone, and looked at Shen Mo with undisguised provocation.
No one else spoke, but had a more or less sarcastic smile on their face.
An Ci looked at the boy who was talking and frowned.
Oh my god.
Seeing Shen Mo's nonchalant look, the boy got a little annoyed and continued to mock him, "This is not a school. Why are you acting like a genius? Do you really think everyone has to flatter you?"
He just hated Shen Mo's arrogant look. At school, teachers and classmates praised him, as if he could get anything as long as he stretched out his hand. As soon as he appeared, he was the focus of everyone's attention. Even Song Yuan, who usually didn't play with them, always revolved around Shen Mo.
Why? Shen Mo just has better grades. What’s so great about that?
Song Yuan stepped forward and warned, "Li Feng, don't look for trouble."
"Song Yuan, he doesn't even pay attention to you, why do you keep rushing to speak for him?" Li Feng said, "You treat him as a friend, but he doesn't treat you as a friend."
Song Yuan frowned, "It's none of your business."
Li Feng sneered, "What's so great about being a genius? You..."
"Genius is amazing." An Ci interrupted him, and his smiling peach blossom eyes glanced at Li Feng, exuding a chill.
"If you have the ability, you can also be a genius."
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