The little gray wolf's possessiveness
With her final year of elementary school approaching, Xia Tong's math grades remained abysmal. So, when her parents heard that her math teacher, Ms. Yan, was offering tutoring at her home, they immediately enrolled her. Their intention was twofold: firstly, to genuinely improve Xia Tong's math skills after school; and secondly, to ensure that paying the tutoring fee would allow Ms. Yan to give Xia Tong some extra attention. Many students from her own class and from a neighboring class also taught by Ms. Yan joined this tutoring boom, but Fu Jia was an exception.
This tutoring center was originally designed to help students catch up on their studies and improve their academic performance. Fu Jia had good grades, and his mother didn't want her child's childhood to be wasted on endless studying, so she naturally wouldn't let him attend any kind of tutoring center. But one day, Fu Jia suddenly came home insisting on going to his teacher's house for tutoring, which surprised his mother: "Can't you just come home and play? Why bother going to the teacher's house?"
“No, a lot of my classmates are going, I want to go too,” Fu Jia insisted.
"If you're worried about your studies, we can hire a tutor to come to your home."
"I want to go to my teacher's house! Mom, please let me go, I promise I won't cause any trouble!"
Unable to resist his persistent pleading, Fu's mother finally let him go. So the next day, when Xia Tong went to the bike shed to wait for Yan Chufan as usual, Fu Jia forcibly dragged her towards his bike. Xia Tong, carrying her schoolbag, arched her back and stuck out her bottom, struggling like a shrimp. Fu Jia, about her height, also used all his strength to restrain her, and the two wrestled, their faces turning red. Suddenly, an external force freed Xia Tong from Fu Jia's grasp, and Fu Jia stumbled back two steps before regaining his footing.
Yan Chufan stood there with the boys from his class. Yan Chufan was taller than Fu Jia, and he looked down to comfort Xia Tong. The other boys had long disliked Fu Jia, who was usually arrogant and domineering, and now they spoke sarcastically: "All you do is bully girls. What kind of class monitor are you?"
Fu Jia ignored their provocations and looked at Xia Tong: "You promised just two days ago that you would listen to everything I said, and now you don't remember?"
Xia Tong touched her wrist, which was red from being gripped so tightly, and said with some grievance, "I don't want to go to the teacher's house with you, I--I get carsick."
"Fu Jia, right? I'm warning you: don't bully Xia Tong anymore, or you'll see!" Yan Chufan spoke with the imposing tone of a gangster boss to Fu Jia, who was half a head shorter than him. Several classmates sided with him, and he really did have that gangster boss aura. Xia Tong secretly glanced at Yan Chufan beside her; she was starting to admire him. Xia Tong, who had never had a brother to protect her and had always been bullied, suddenly had a backer, and her life felt bright and hopeful! She no longer looked up at Fu Jia, nor felt ashamed of breaking her promise.
Fu Jia then asked, "So you don't want to read the serialized stories in 'King of Fairy Tales' anymore?"
Xia Tong was suddenly conflicted. She had wanted to read "The Tin Canned Man" magazine for a long time, but only Fu Jia's family subscribed to it, and Fu Jia was happy to lend it to her. But now...
She glanced at the powerful backer she had finally found, but she also wanted to know the fate of the major after his fight with the giant rat in the story. She thought for a long time and realized that if she went with Fu Jia now, Yan Chufan would definitely be angry. She couldn't let her backer down. Yes, absolutely not! So she clenched her fist and said to Fu Jia, who was waiting for her answer, "If you won't lend it to me, then forget it. I'll have my mom order it for me." After saying that, she followed Yan Chufan and the others.
Fu Jia could only grit her teeth inwardly as she watched Xia Tong walk away with Yan Chufan.
Xia Tong was also a little unhappy when she got into Yan Chufan's car: her grades were not good, and her parents did not want her to read these kinds of books, let alone subscribe to magazines for a year. It seemed that she would never be able to see the ending of "The Tin Canned Man".
When they arrived at the teacher's house, Fu Jia was sitting in her usual seat. Yan Chufan, who wasn't in the class, went to another room. She was a little lost and only said weakly, "This is my seat."
But Fu Jia didn't even look up, continuing to play with the ruler in her hand that could be bent into a bracelet. The whole room was full of students from her class, and everyone was sitting except her, which made her feel a little embarrassed. She couldn't help but raise her voice: "Um... could you move aside? This really is my seat."
Fu Jia then looked up: "Just because you sat here before doesn't mean this seat is yours. Now that I'm sitting here, it's mine."
Xia Tong was speechless, unable to utter a word. Just then, the teacher came in and saw Xia Tong standing there with her schoolbag on her back. She came over and said, "Xia Tong, you'll have to squeeze in with Fu Jia tonight. It's Fu Jia's first time here, and I don't have any extra desks or chairs."
So Xia Tong still couldn't escape the terrifying little devil Fu Jia...
It was another weekend, and the Fu family's house was bustling with activity. One guard was helping him stabilize the back seat of the car, while another was helping him stabilize the handlebars, constantly reminding him, "Hold the handlebars tight, and don't forget to pedal." "Yes, that's right, just like that, very good, keep it up—" "Hey, hey, don't veer off course, don't veer off course!" "Don't stop—watch your footing, don't stop—"
Mr. Fu, who had just returned home, was a little puzzled: "Why did you suddenly decide to learn this?"
"Who knows? Maybe he's just envious of his classmates who ride bicycles. He was just clamoring to ride his bike to school by himself!" Mrs. Fu said, munching on an apple and watching from the sidelines with her arms crossed.
When Fu's father saw his son riding his bicycle crookedly, he rolled up his sleeves without saying a word and went over to give him on-site guidance.
At Yan Chufan's home, however, the scene was quite different with her two children. The two kids sat on the sofa, intently watching "Tom and Jerry," occasionally laughing uproariously. Yan's mother called from the kitchen, "Kids, dinner's ready!"
No one answered her.
"Chu Fan, Tongtong, come and eat quickly!" she called out again.
"Wait a minute, the TV show isn't over yet!" Yan Chufan replied.
"Come here quickly, how can the TV show ever end?! Yan Chufan, come and set the chopsticks!" Yan's mother poked her head out of the kitchen.
Xia Tong then obediently said to Yan's mother, "Aunt Sun, could you wait a moment? The cartoon is almost over!"
Mother Yan laughed, "The two little TV addicts have gotten together today. Well then, let's eat this meal in the living room."
After dinner, the TV show ended, and Yan Chufan led Xia Tong on a tour of his room. She noticed a poster of a person with distinct features and deep-set eyes on his bedside table. Xia Tong asked curiously, "Who is this person?"
"Andy Lau? You don't know him? He's the King of Singers!"
Xia Tong felt a little ashamed of her ignorance, but before she could finish feeling ashamed, Yan Chufan excitedly started talking about his idol: "He's really amazing! He's acted in a lot of TV dramas and he can sing too! I'll find some of his songs for you to listen to!"
Looking at his drawer full of cassette tapes, posters, and even lyric books, Xia Tong was amazed by his obsession and also realized her own ignorance. Listening to this stranger's heartfelt singing, even though she couldn't understand what he was singing, she truly fell for him.
Later, one day she overheard Fu Jia talking about the entertainment industry and immediately asked about Andy Lau. Fu Jia replied dismissively, "Of course I know him, he's one of the Four Heavenly Kings!"
"Wow, he's so famous!"
"Of course, he's a superstar, and Faye Wong is a superstar."
"And a diva?"
"Of course, where there is a Heavenly King, there will naturally be a Heavenly Queen, just as a king will inevitably have a queen."
Xia Tong silently memorized the name of this diva she had never heard of before, thinking, "He likes the Heavenly King, and I like the Heavenly Queen. Wouldn't that make us a better match? At least I'd be on the same level as him!"
Later, she pestered her father to buy her Faye Wong's cassette tapes. Countless times, she secretly listened to that ethereal, languid voice under the covers. Although she didn't truly understand what she was singing, it didn't stop her from liking this diva, because she had decided to like her long before she even heard Faye Wong's voice. She only heard the female voice on the tape recorder repeatedly singing, "Your liking is not as good as my liking; your dissatisfaction completes my happiness." Xia Tong, however, felt, "You like it, so I like it too; I don't want you to be dissatisfied with me—"
As for what happened later, when she heard that Na Ying was also a diva, her eyes almost popped out. When she went to question Fu Jia, Fu Jia looked indifferent: "Na Ying is a diva too. Since there are four divas, there must be even more divas, just like an emperor has many concubines."
Xia Tong was very unhappy with this answer. She had always thought that there was only one queen among the Heavenly Kings! But perhaps only Faye Wong and Andy Lau were a couple, and the other queens belonged to other Heavenly Kings. Thinking this way made her feel a little more comforted.
Poor Xiao Bai Xia Tong, she really thought that the Heavenly King and Heavenly Queen were a couple like the King and Queen!
Poor Fu Jia, he really thought that if he learned to ride a bicycle well, he could have Xia Xiaotong all to himself!
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Since someone's been nagging me in the comments about me rambling on about random things, I'll just leave it at that! Um... but I really did once think the guy I liked liked Andy Lau, so I bought Faye Wong's cassette tapes... but with my taste back then, I honestly didn't really appreciate them.
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