Chapter 37 Direction...So you thought I gave you that egg...
As a "goddess" in many people's minds, Ning Anyan also received a lot of gifts today, so many that she could no longer hide them.
So when she heard Lei Wanquan say, "You received a lot of gifts," her face turned pale.
"Is it your birthday today too?" Lei Wanquan stopped beside her and asked in a deep voice.
These words seemed to have an invisible sense of oppression, which made Ning Anyan almost unable to breathe.
Her lips were tightly pursed and she said nothing.
Lei Wanquan must have known that today was not her birthday - she had just celebrated it a while ago, and it was even bigger than Yu Xiang's. All the teachers who entered the classroom that day knew that it was her birthday and even gave her blessings.
Lei Wanquan was naturally no exception, but he asked this question now.
After a long pause, Lei Wanquan sighed, "I believe you're not in a relationship, but An Yan, sometimes you have to learn to say no. If you really don't know how to say no, you can ask Jiang Ci for advice."
He spoke tactfully, but everyone around him who heard him knew exactly what he meant.
Although Ning Anyan has always put her studies first and rejected various confessions, she is not as straightforward in accepting gifts as she is in rejecting confessions.
This kind of thing is a matter of mutual consent, and usually no one says anything to her.
Lei Wanquan deliberately said that she could ask Jiang Ci for advice, just to remind her to be careful.
Jiang Ci received as much attention as Ning Anyan, but he always firmly refused and never accepted gifts from strangers - Yu Xiang was the same.
It was only because of the birthday today that those extra gifts were mixed in, and it was also the accidental result of Zhang Miao not controlling his mouth.
Lei Wanquan also considered that the pile of gifts on Yu Xiang's desk today would affect his persuasiveness, so he only mentioned Jiang Ci's name.
"I understand, teacher. I will." Ning Anyan nodded in response.
"Okay, put everything away, class is about to start."
"Um."
After evening self-study, Yu Xiang got home and smelled the aroma of food as soon as he entered the door.
"Happy birthday, son! Mom made something delicious for you. Come and eat it. If you don't hurry up, your gluttonous dad will steal it." Chen Xiaomie poked her head out of the kitchen and greeted him when she heard Yu Xiang opening the door.
In fact, Chen Xiaomie didn't need to urge him, Yu Xiang was automatically attracted to the dining room by the tempting aroma.
Yu Jinsheng was sitting in his usual seat, browsing his phone. When he saw Yu Xiang coming in, he put his phone aside, waved at him, and motioned him to come over and sit down.
Yu Xiang threw his schoolbag on the sofa, then hurriedly ran to take a look at the rich and delicious food on the table, and did not forget to go to the kitchen to wash his hands before coming out.
"So many dishes? You didn't skip dinner and wait for me to come back to eat, did you?" Yu Xiang washed his hands and sat down at his seat, looking at the still fresh dishes on the table and asked.
"Your mother made them all on time, and we had some bread tonight." Yu Jinsheng said softly, "They're all your favorite dishes."
"Wow. Actually, you don't have to wait for me. You'll get fat if you eat so much at night... Mom, stop working and come eat together!" Yu Xiang then howled at the kitchen again.
"Right on! I'll wash the pot!"
"It's your birthday, so don't worry about whether you're fat or not." Yu Jinsheng stood up and served Yu Xiang a bowl of rice. "Dad was wrong about what happened last time. Daddy apologizes to you."
Yu Xiang lowered his eyes and stared at the bowl of white rice for a while. After a moment of silence, he raised his face and tried his best to make his voice sound calm. "Ah, I didn't take it to heart, but I won't do it again."
"Dad promises there won't be a next time."
"Um."
After finishing the dinner which was a bit too late, Yu Xiang was allowed by Ms. Chen Xiaomei to play with his mobile phone on the sofa for half an hour to digest the food.
"You slept so late today, can you get up tomorrow morning? Otherwise, ask for a leave of absence from morning reading?" Chen Xiaomie took off her apron and sat on the sofa.
"I can get up, but once I ask for leave, Thunder God won't know how to deal with me." Yu Xiang stretched out the last syllable.
"Don't always think so badly of your head teacher. And what kind of messed up names do you call your teacher? You have no respect for your elders." Chen Xiaomie tapped her son on the head and taught him a lesson.
Yu Xiang covered his head in pain and said aggrievedly, "The whole class calls me that."
Chen Xiaomei raised her eyebrows: "Hmm?"
Yu Xiang stuck out his tongue guiltily: "...most of the class."
"Oh, I almost forgot. You had a package. I put it on the closet next to the stairs." Chen Xiaomei suddenly remembered this and lowered her eyebrows. "The box is big but light. What weird things did you buy?"
"I didn't buy anything?" Yu Xiang's face was full of confusion. "And I didn't receive any logistics information."
"But it's definitely your name and our home address. I just asked your dad and he said he didn't buy you anything." Chen Xiaomei narrowed her eyes and thought for a moment. Suddenly, a guess came to her mind, and her eyes lit up. "Could it be a surprise gift prepared for you?"
"A surprise...gift? How is that possible?" Yu Xiang said this, but he did not completely deny the possibility in his heart.
Could it be Zhang Miao and Fang Chengyu? But these two people always give things in person, unless it is a prop in the game. But the prop in the game is also picked up by mailbox, it should not be sent by express delivery.
Besides those two, who else knows the exact address of his home?
With a lot of questions and extremely inflated curiosity, he quickly got up and went to the cabinet that Chen Xiaomie mentioned, and sure enough, he saw a large express box.
He took the box down and glanced at the logistics list.
The address and name were indeed correct, so he took out the knife he used to open the express package and opened the mysterious express box.
The contents were wrapped in layers of transparent film, but judging from the blurry outline, it was not difficult to tell that it was a brand new badminton racket.
Yu Xiang couldn't wait to take off the film and held the racket up to look at it for a while. The logo on the shaft looked very familiar. It was his favorite and most frequently used brand. The one he was using now was also of this brand. It was the reward he got for getting 110 points in math in the first grade of junior high school.
As for why it has taken so long to get a new one...
That's naturally because they have no money and 110 points has become an unattainable height.
"It's a racket." Chen Xiaomei, who had followed out of curiosity, peeked over and then saw Yu Xiang couldn't let go of it. She shook her head helplessly, "Hey, hey, hey, put that smile on your face a little less."
Yu Xiang suppressed the smile that had appeared on his face at some point, and cleared his throat awkwardly: "Ahem, Mom, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm not laughing at all."
"Still trying to make excuses. My face is almost broken from laughing." Chen Xiaomei put her hands on her hips and pointed at her racket. "So do you have any idea?"
"Well... not yet, but it should be available soon."
"What the hell? What do you mean by 'not yet'? That's utterly illogical." Chen Xiaomei was baffled and simply changed the subject. "Is it expensive? If it's too expensive, you can't just accept it. At least you have to find out who gave it to you so you can return the favor in the future. It shouldn't be a secret gift from some girl who likes you, right?"
"Absolutely not!" Yu Xiang said immediately, "I already have a guess, I'm going to verify it now!"
As Yu Xiang spoke, he rushed up the stairs like a gust of wind, ran a few steps and fell back. Under Chen Xiaomie's stunned gaze, he picked up the express box and ran away.
It took a long while for Chen Xiaomei to come back to her senses. She shouted towards the stairs, "Yu Xiang! You still haven't told me whether it's expensive or not!"
“Not expensive—”
It's actually quite expensive. But telling Chen Xiaomei would make things very troublesome.
Yu Xiang returned to the room, locked the door, and sat down on the bed with the box in his arms.
In fact, when he was unpacking the express, he noticed that the logistics information, recipient, and address on the box were all correct. The only thing wrong was the last digit of the mobile phone number.
In order to protect customer privacy, the middle part of the recipient's mobile phone number is hidden, but the last digit is retained.
The last digit of that cell phone number didn't match any of their family's cell phone numbers, but Yu Xiang felt it looked familiar. He took out his phone and checked the address book, and found only one person who matched.
So he temporarily put the box on the ground at his feet, picked up the air conditioner remote control at hand, turned the air conditioner to cooling mode, then stood up and walked to the balcony.
He had just rushed up the stairs, and coupled with his excessive excitement, he was already sweating a little. After walking to the balcony and feeling the cool night breeze, he immediately felt refreshed.
Opposite is the balcony of Jiang Ci's room. A warm light shines through the gap in the curtains, proving that the owner of the room has not fallen asleep yet.
Yu Xiang picked up his phone and sent a message to the person on the other end.
——Did you buy that racket?
Two seconds after the message was sent, the top of the dialog box changed to "The other party is typing", and a moment later, the other party's reply popped up.
Jiang Ci: Yeah. Looks like I made it just in time. Do you like it?
Yu Xiang typed a reply with a smile on his face that he didn't even notice.
——I like it very much, thank you. But this thing is so expensive, aren't you worried that I won't be able to afford it when the time comes?
Jiang Ci: I don’t give you something expecting you to give me something in return.
Yu Xiang's mind suddenly skipped a beat, and he casually asked, "What are you expecting?"
Then I successfully got a string of ellipsis from the other party.
Realizing that he was about to kill the conversation, Yu Xiang quickly tried to save the situation.
—But didn’t you give away too much this year? The 5-3, the Walkman, the racket.
Jiang Ci: I’d love to.
Yu Xiang: “…”Okay, as long as you are happy.
Fortunately, Jiang Ci’s birthday is still several months away, so he has enough time to think about how to return the gift.
He thought for a few seconds and finally asked the question that he had been holding back all day.
——Although it may ruin the atmosphere a bit, I still want to ask you why you didn’t make fun of me this year?
The “other party is typing” sign stayed on for two full minutes before Yu Xiang received a reply.
Jiang Ci: When did I ever play a prank on you?
—A lot of times? For example, last year you gave me an ugly cake, and the year before that, you gave me a weirdly shaped pen holder.
Jiang Ci: The turtle you drew is still uglier.
When Yu Xiang saw this, his temples started throbbing. He wondered how this person could make people so angry just by using words.
He could even imagine Jiang Ci's expression when he said this to him. It must be five points of contempt and five points of disgust.
So he angrily raised his middle finger at the balcony door opposite, and just as he was about to condemn it in writing, he received a new message from Jiang Ci.
Jiang Ci: Putting aside the appearance, have you eaten that cake?
Yu Xiang had no choice but to delete the words he wanted to say in response and type again with gritted teeth.
——I ate it. Fortunately, although the thing was ugly, it was not poisonous.
Jiang Ci: ...So you thought I gave you that cake to poison you?
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The author has something to say: I will start to update from Chapter 22 on the 6th. There will be 10,000 words updated at that time. I will try my best to update every day after the update.
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