In the past, every weekend, Shen Xingting would either play games with friends until late at night, or go out to have fun.

However, this weekend, he seemed like a different person. He stayed at home honestly, stopped playing games, and helped the two fathers with housework and massaged their shoulders and legs.

Shen Yunxing, who knew his son's temper well, had already noticed that something was wrong, but he didn't ask. He wanted to see how long this kid could hold it in.

"Dad, is the force enough? Do you want to hit it harder?" Shen Xingting pinched his father's shoulders and said obediently, "Dad, wait a minute, I'll massage your legs later!"

The couple looked at each other and remained silent.

Shen Xingting was a little anxious. Why didn't his dad ask him what happened? This is how the previous scripts were played!

"Dad, I'll be good for the next two days." He hooked his arm around Shen Yunxing's neck and said with a smile, "If you and dad feel uncomfortable in the future, I'll be there at your beck and call, and I guarantee that the service will be very thoughtful!"

Shen Yunxing couldn't stand his son's nagging, and asked him with a squint: "Tell me, what do you want?"

"Dad, look at what you said, am I such a person as your son? I give you massages because I'm filial to you." Shen Xingting changed the subject, "However, if you can give me more pocket money, I won't refuse."

Shen Yunxing pulled his son's arm away, turned around and looked at him with scrutiny: "It's only the beginning of the month, and you've spent all your pocket money?"

"It's unfair. I didn't spend a penny. I used it all to buy an apology gift for Cen Jing!" Shen Xingting muttered softly, "And it was thrown away. I should have taken it back earlier. I might have sold it for one or two thousand if I put it in the seafood market."

The younger son mumbled a long string of words. He didn't hear a word clearly, but he remembered Cen Jing.

"Cen Jing? The girl you took advantage of?"

Take, take advantage?

The tip of Shen Xingting's ears turned red.

Yes, he had kissed Cen Jing. Although it was not intentional, it was his first kiss.

Ahhh, the first time in his life, he gave it away so casually. He should have found a romantic place to kiss. This is too hasty!

I don't know if I will have the chance to kiss Cen Jing in the future...

No, why should I kiss Cen Jing, I don't like her.

Shen Yunxing looked at his youngest son shaking his head and nodding, looking happy and frowning silly, and exchanged glances with his Mr. Fu.

See, they are in love.

Fu Tingzhou curled his lips and looked at him tenderly.

"Tell me, how much do you want?" Shen Yunxing really didn't want to continue looking at his son's silly look, so he asked.

Shen Xingting came back to his senses and first stretched out three fingers, but when he saw his father's face was not right, he immediately changed it to two.

Shen Yunxing hugged his arms and said nothing.

Shen Xingting was frightened, raised a finger and said, "One thousand, no less!"

"It's getting late, you go upstairs and go to bed first, and I'll transfer the money to you later." Fu Tingzhou said to his youngest son.

"Thank you, dad, and dad, you guys should go to bed early too!"

Shen Xingting was happy, now he could improve the diet for Cen Jing!

By the way, there are still many snacks at home, and he will pick some low-sugar ones to bring to Cen Jing tomorrow. Cen Jing likes sweet food, and she will definitely be happy to see the small cakes!

Here, the couple leaned against each other after watching a movie, and then prepared to go upstairs to sleep.

"Just one thousand, and you are not allowed to give more behind my back." Shen Yunxing said to his Mr. Fu.

Fu Tingzhou laughed, hugged the young man and kissed him, and said, "You underestimate Chuan Chuan, his own small treasury may be more than mine."

Shen Yunxing looked at him puzzled.

"Chuan Chuan is very smart. He has been making money on his own since a long time ago. This time, he probably invested all his savings. He is really broke, so he came to us to ask for help."

"Invested money?" Shen Yunxing asked in surprise, "When did Chuan Chuan learn how to trade stocks? Did you teach him?"

Fu Tingzhou shook his head: "He learned from his two godfathers."

Shen Yunxing nodded, then smiled proudly.

There is nothing more gratifying than having children at home who are more capable than each other.

At this time, in the bedroom on the second floor, Shen Xingting couldn't sleep. He held his mobile phone for a long time. Finally, he took a photo of his Q-version doll and plucked up the courage to send it to Cen Jing.

[Cen Jing]: Is this you? So cute

Shen Xingting was refreshed, sitting cross-legged and typing a reply.

[What are you looking at]: Well, when my brother was a kid, he felt uneasy when he couldn't see his family, so my dad made him a lot of dolls. Now we have a lot of dolls at home, the biggest one is almost half a person tall, do you want to see it?

[Cen Jing]: Sure

Shen Xingting received the message, and he didn't even have time to put on his slippers. He ran to the toy room barefoot and took a photo. He also deliberately put his doll in the front.

Five minutes later, Cen Jing, who received the photo, smiled with crooked eyes.

She reached out and touched the little doll in the photo with frowned eyebrows and an unhappy face, as if she really saw Shen Xingting frowning.

"Pu Tong-Pu Tong-"

She heard her heartbeat suddenly speed up, and her cheeks started to heat up.

"Cen Jing, he may really like you, but he likes you as a girl." Cen Jing held the phone, lowered his eyelids, and hid all his emotions.

"If he knew that you were not a girl, but a pervert dressed in women's clothes..."

He pressed his aching chest and dared not think any further.

"Ding Dong--"

"Ding Dong--"

Shen Xingting was still sending him photos, and the ding dong sound lasted for five or six seconds before it quieted down.

He held the phone and looked at them one by one until he saw the last message, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

[What are you looking at]: If you like it, you can pick one, and I will bring it to you to school tomorrow

Cen Jing pursed his lips. He looked at the small doll with wrinkled eyebrows and only the size of a palm for a long time, and finally lost.

[The sun is so warm]: Okay, can you give this little doll to me? [Picture]

Here, Shen Xingting saw that the photo sent by Cen Jing was of his Q-version doll, and he immediately grinned.

[Let's bask in the sun together]: You have good taste [thumbs-up]

The two chatted for a while, Shen Xingting glanced at the time, and saw that it was almost eleven o'clock, and hurriedly urged Cen Jing to go to bed.

[The sun is so warm]: Okay, good night [Cat waving.jpg]

[Let's bask in the sun together]: Good night, see you tomorrow

Idiot, you changed your nickname, and you told people that you don't like me, you are a liar.

Cen Jing looked at the WeChat nicknames that matched the two very well, and smiled.

...

The next day, Shen Xingting got up early in the morning and filled half of his schoolbag with snacks, and then secretly put two small dolls in it, and then went to school with his schoolbag.

He arrived early, and there was no one in the classroom. He walked directly to Cen Jing's seat with his schoolbag on his back, took out dolls and snacks from his bag, and stuffed them into Cen Jing's desk hole.

Shen Xingting looked at the desk hole that was filled with things and nodded with satisfaction.

"Ha~ I'm so sleepy." He yawned with his hand covering his mouth, and returned to his seat to take a nap.

Half an hour later——

"Young Master, wake up, the class teacher is here." Li Jue nudged his arm with his elbow.

Shen Xingting frowned and woke up while rubbing his eyes. The head teacher Zheng Liming just walked into the classroom.

"There will be a sports meet tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. The class monitor will organize the registration." Zheng Limin said with a big beer belly, "Every student must register. The ranking is secondary. The most important thing is participation."

"Ah, class monitor, how can we not register? I don't like sports!"

"My period will come tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. It will be good if I can stand up. If you ask me to register and participate in the competition, I will die!"

Everyone talked at once.

Shen Xingting looked at Cen Jing's back and frowned.

"Teacher, can you register for students who are not convenient to participate in the competition?" He raised his hand and asked.

Zheng Limin pushed his glasses: "Yes, but you must write me a note of leave."

"Class monitor is awesome! Class monitor is awesome!" Everyone shouted in unison.

After the morning reading, everyone quickly finished their breakfast and came back, and immediately ran to Shen Yunxing to sign up, fearing that if they were late, the simple sports events such as throwing iron cakes and throwing lead balls would be snatched away.

The group of people were noisy, and Shen Xingting didn't even have time to talk to Cen Jing before he was pulled by the deputy monitor to record the list.

After the morning class was over, Shen Xingting went to the cafeteria to buy two lunches, and then he and Cen Jing sat on a stone bench where few people passed by, eating and chatting.

"Don't worry about the sports meeting. I've signed you up for a long-distance running event." Shen Xingting said.

Cen Jing glanced at him, narrowed his eyes and said, "Okay, I'll read the manuscript like last year, and I'll write you a manuscript to cheer you on."

"Really?" Shen Xingting asked with surprise.

Cen Jing nodded: "Yeah."

"Also, the dolls are very cute, and the snacks are delicious, thank you."

"Why are you so polite?" Shen Xingting touched the tip of his nose and said a little embarrassedly, "I have plenty of that kind of snacks at home. If you want to eat them, I'll give you some next week."

Cen Jing smiled, neither accepting nor refusing.

Shen Xingting didn't care, he just took it as Cen Jing's consent, and asked his godfather and godfather to bring him some more delicious snacks later.

Cen Jing doesn't live on campus, but he has a bed in the school. He doesn't sleep with other classmates. His bed is on the first floor next to the dormitory manager .

It's a small single room with only two beds. Cen Jing has almost never seen anyone living in the other bed.

"I'm here, you can go upstairs and rest too." Cen Jing said at the door of dormitory 102.

Shen Xingting glanced inside, and was slightly startled when he saw two single beds covered with light blue sheets.

It turned out that Cen Jing liked blue, not pink.

"Okay, good afternoon." He waved to Cen Jing, and secretly thought: I will give her a special gift on her birthday.

The last class in the afternoon was originally a self-study class, but tomorrow's sports meet is the last time for the third graders to participate, so Zheng Liming specially set aside time for everyone to think of slogans, write cheering manuscripts, and relax.

Because after the sports meet, they will start to enter the intense review, and there will be no time for them to continue to relax.

"How about 'Class One, Always First'?"

"It doesn't rhyme at all! I think 'Class One, Grade Three, Go Forward Courageously' is better."

"It's too short and not powerful enough. I just passed by the next class on my way to the toilet. Their slogan was long and powerful. Ours ended before it even started..."

"Think about it again. Aren't you a literary clerk? You usually write so well, why don't you make up a few sentences?"

Shen Xingting stood on the podium, listening to a group of people talking.

He turned to look at Cen Jing, and saw that she was pursing her lips and looked unhappy. He immediately grabbed the blackboard eraser on the table and slammed it hard on the podium.

"Quiet! What are you arguing about? Speak one by one!" He frowned and said, "Fan Xin, Wei Kuai, go back to your seats."

The two people who were called shrank their necks and returned to their seats.

"Okay, I've given you time to discuss. Now, starting with Zhao Jing in the first row, each of you should speak out the slogans you think of. If you haven't thought of one yet, please sit down. Then the next student will take over." Shen Xingting said, "No arguing. If you think the slogans are good, you can raise your hands and I will count the votes."

"OK?" After saying that, he glanced at the audience below the podium.

How could a group of people disagree? They nodded in agreement.

It's true that this method is quite effective. Three good slogans were selected in less than ten minutes.

So Shen Xingting organized everyone to vote again. Two minutes later, the sports slogan for Class 1 was freshly announced.

"I think there's something fishy going on." Chen Yu looked at the person on the podium who was reading the slogan with a smile on his face, and said, "Although I also think your slogan is very domineering, the proud and arrogant smile of the class monitor always feels a little weird."

Cen Jing: "..."

Shen Xingting, please tone it down. If you keep going like this, it won't be long before our parents are called in.

During dinner, Cen Jing had a serious discussion with him about this matter. Shen

Xingting looked at him and asked, "If you can't look openly, then it's okay to peek, right? Who made you so pretty? What's wrong with me looking at you a few more times?"

Cen Jing: "..."

Shen Xingting continued, "If Lao Zheng wants to invite the parents, then invite them. My father's principle in educating me and my brother is - as long as you don't do anything illegal, you can do whatever you want. It's just premature love. Maybe they will be happy to hear it. After all, when I was a child, I didn't want anything except sticking to my brother."

Cen Jing: "...Uncle and aunt are quite open-minded."

"No, aunt, there are only two fathers in my family." Shen Xingting corrected him.

Cen Jing's hand holding the food paused slightly.

"You two uncles have taught you very well. You are very good." He looked at the person in front of him, and a trace of envy rose in his heart.

Hearing this, Shen Xingting was a little happy and embarrassed.

"Do you really think I am very good?" he asked.

Seeing Cen Jing nod, he said again: "Actually, I am making money by speculating in stocks."

"Making money by speculating in stocks? That's amazing. My father also loved to speculate in stocks. I can't even understand those curves and so on." Cen Jing blinked his big eyes with clear black and white, and praised sincerely. Shen

Xingting: "I started to trade stocks with my godfather when I was ten years old."

Cen Jing was surprised: "Ten years old? Did you make money?"

Shen Xingting raised his chin slightly: "Of course, but it was not much, only about 30,000 or 40,000."

Cen Jing opened his mouth in surprise: "30,000 or 40,000? You can make 30,000 or 40,000 at the age of ten, so amazing!" Shen

Xingting curled his lips: "This is nothing, I made hundreds of thousands of dollars in the first grade of junior high school. There was a good market in the first half of the semester, and I used the money in my hand to buy stocks. The money has been invested, and it will probably be cashed out in a few months."

Cen Jing asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid of losing all your money?" Shen

Xingting: "No, but even if I fail, it's okay. No one in life will be smooth sailing. There will always be a time when things go wrong. However, I haven't had a failure yet."

Cen Jing smiled, "That's amazing."

Shen Xingting: "In addition to stock trading, I can also play the piano well."

Cen Jing: "Piano?"

Shen Xingting nodded.

Cen Jing: "You can also play the piano? What level are you at now?" Shen Xingting

: "I haven't taken the exam. The exam is a term used by amateur pianists. Professional pianists never use exams to prove themselves."

Cen Jing: "So that's how it is."

Shen Xingting was afraid that he didn't believe it, so he immediately gave him a performance without props.

Cen Jing saw that he was sitting upright, his index finger flying, and his expression became intoxicated, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Shen Xingting: "..."

"This is Rachmaninoff's "Piano Concerto No. 3". I just played the third chapter. Playing with bare hands may look a bit like a seizure..."

Seeing that Cen Jing was still smiling with his eyes crooked, he explained anxiously: "I really can play the piano. If you don't believe me, I can go to the piano store to play it for you this weekend!" "

Okay." Cen Jing said with a smile.

"You, you agreed?"

Cen Jing nodded, and he smiled and said: "I don't doubt what you said, but you looked really stupid when you played the piano just now."

Shen Xingting shook his head: "Really, haha."

Ahhh, so embarrassing, I originally wanted to show off my skills by playing the "Piano Concerto No. 3", but if I had known earlier, I would have played the "Dream Wedding" that everyone is familiar with!

"Besides playing the piano, I can actually do other things. I took the IELTS when I was twelve years old and passed it with full marks. I can also speak Japanese, French and Russian. I am currently teaching myself Spanish and plan to learn Arabic in the future. Although it is likely to be of no use, I really like minor languages ​​and find their pronunciations particularly interesting."

"Yeah." Cen Jing listened quietly.

"I can also play golf, basketball and football are also good, singing is also quite good, and dancing, I can dance both modern and classical dances, and I can also..."

Shen Xingting was eager to prove himself in front of Cen Jing, and he listed a lot of things he was good at in one breath. When he came to his senses, he realized that Cen Jing had not spoken for a long time.

"I'm sorry, am I talking too much?" He said a little disappointed.

Cen Jing saw him drooping his head in disappointment, as if he saw the tail behind him drooping as well.

It really looks like a big dog. He thought.

"No, I heard everything you just said." Cen Jing said seriously.

Hearing this, Shen Xingting's ears felt a little hot. He rubbed the tip of his nose and said while picking up the garbage: "Class is about to start, let's go back."

"Okay."

...

The next day, the day of the sports meet.

Cen Jing and a girl in the first grade of junior high school were the announcers, holding up a big umbrella and sitting at the entrance to the playground.

Before the sports meet started, the two had already received a thick stack of manuscripts.

The location of Class 1, Grade 9 was a bit far from the announcer station. Shen Xingting had to stand up to see Cen Jing sitting under the umbrella and reading the manuscript.

He saw Cen Jing and another girl taking turns reading the manuscript. They read for nearly half an hour and no one even sipped water for them. He suddenly became angry.

"Hey, the sports meet is about to start, where are you going?" Li Jue saw him suddenly stand up and walk out, so he stopped him and asked.

"I'm thirsty, so I'm going to the canteen. I'll be back soon." "

Then go quickly. It's your turn in the second round, so you should be in time."

Shen Xingting nodded, turned around and ran quickly towards the canteen.

"Class three, class three, awesome. Work hard and challenge yourself!" Cen Jing put the manuscript aside, then turned around and asked the girl next to him, "Has no one brought water yet?"

The girl shook her head, and her voice was obviously a little dry when she spoke.

"No, if I had known that students would be so unreliable, I would have brought a glass of water myself."

Cen Jing licked his lips. Before going downstairs, Shen Xingting reminded him to bring water, but he forgot.

"Cen Jing!"

Just as he was thinking, he seemed to hear that person's voice in his ear. He paused in organizing the manuscript, thinking it couldn't be such a coincidence.

As a result, the next second, the man frowned and suddenly appeared in front of him.

"You forgot to bring water." Shen Xingting put four bottles of water on the table, frowned and taught, "Stupid, didn't I remind you?"

"I forgot, don't be angry, okay?" Cen Jing looked up at him, a pair of bright big eyes, seemed to sparkle in the sun, very beautiful.

Shen Xingting's heart was pounding, he moved his lips, but couldn't say a word.

"Well, drink some water first." As he said that, he opened a bottle of water and handed it to Cen Jing.

"Thank you." Cen Jing took it, and their fingers accidentally touched each other. Cen Jing was fine, but Shen Xingting was like he got an electric shock and quickly pulled his hand back.

"I have a game later, so I'm leaving first!" After saying that, he clenched his fingers and ran quickly towards the location of Class 1.

Cen Jing's fingers are so soft.

Stop! Shen Xingting, are you a pervert? Just accidentally touching your fingers can make you so excited! !

Here, the girl who finally got to drink water looked at Shen Xingting's back as he ran away and asked, "Senior, was that your boyfriend just now? He's so handsome!"

Cen Jing was stunned. After a moment, until Shen Xingting's figure disappeared, he pinched his fingers and whispered, "No, we're just friends."

"Ah, what a pity, I saw that you two were so close, I thought you were a couple."

Hearing this, Cen Jing lowered his eyes and hid his emotions very well.

No, Shen Xingting likes girls.

But he is not, he is a boy who was raised as a girl by his parents since he was a child.

Cen Jing pulled at the hem of his skirt, with disgust in his eyes.

He hated himself like this, and he hated himself pretending to be a girl in front of Shen Xingting every day.

It would be great if I could be a boy again.

He thought.

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Author has something to say:

Cen Jing: Thank you for liking me, but I hate skirts, I will never wear skirts again!

After entering college——

Cen Jing: Shen Xingting, can you tell me whether I look better in this skirt or that one?

Shen Xingting: Both look good, but I still think you look best without anything...

Cen Jing (throws the hanger): Shut up!