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"What's the matter?" Fang Yu squinted his eyes.
Based on his understanding of Chen Jia, he knew that whenever she called him "Ayue," it couldn't be anything good.
"Can you not tell my family about this exam?"
Fang Yu immediately refused without hesitation, "No."
Mom promised to buy him a new soccer ball if he scored over 90 on the exam. He can't miss this opportunity because of Chen Jia.
Chen Jia grabbed his collar, pressing her chin against his chest. "Ayue, please, if my mom finds out I got 71 on the exam, she'll kill me."
"Deserved to be beaten, serves you right for not studying properly."
"Ayu ayu ayu ayu."
"Calling a hundred times won't help."
The air grew heavy.
Fang Yu saw Chen Jia's big eyes filled with tears, a glistening teardrop teetering on the edge of her eyelid, about to fall.
For no reason, the young man's heart suddenly skipped a beat, "Alright, I promise you, stop clinging to me all the time."
"Really?"
Chen Jia couldn't believe it. Fang Yu was unexpectedly easy to talk to today, and she didn't even need to use her prepared tactics.
"When have I ever lied to you?" Fang Yu was not happy.
Chen Jia let go, "Momo knows, you've lied to me plenty of times."
"I don't believe it."
Fang Yu snorted and threw the game controller onto the pillow.
Jiang Mo took advantage of his distraction and already broke through his goal, he's definitely going to lose this game.
After finishing the cantaloupe, Jiang Mo and Chen Jia went home together, and the sky had completely darkened.
Chen Jia kicked the pebbles all the way, the silver flowers on her sandals shining and dimming in the starlight.
She looked up at the stars, pointing out which one was bright and which one was closest to them, walking slowly with a reluctant expression, hands behind her back.
Looking at the slender figure of the girl and her ponytail swaying in the night breeze, Jiang Mo stopped in his tracks.
"Jia Jia, are you happy today?" His voice was a bit deep.
"Yeah."
Chen Jia turned back and felt that Jiang Mo's question was particularly strange, "Are you not happy?"
Jiang Mo's lips moved, and his eyelashes trembled. Suddenly, a shooting star swiftly passed in front of them. Chen Jia pointed in that direction and exclaimed, " Momo, make a wish quickly."
Five seconds later, Chen Jia opened her eyes and saw Jiang Mo with her hands in her pockets, gazing up at the stars just like her.
Chen Jia proudly said, "Isn't it beautiful? When I'm in a bad mood, I love to count the stars. I imagine that all those stars are my own jewels."
Jiang Mo The corners of her lips slowly lifted, and she asked happily, "Was the wish you just made about winning the gold medal in the Hua Sai Cup?"
Jiang Mo Pausing for a moment, "No, it wasn't."
Chen Jia leaned in, looking at him earnestly. "What is that?"
"I'll tell you later."
Chen Jia nodded, "You're right. It won't work if we say it in advance."
In late spring, the pomegranate flowers in the yard sprouted green buds. Grandpa Jiang Mo returned from his youngest son's home in Guangzhou, marking a temporary end to Jiang Mo's solitary life.
Grandpa Jiang Mo always brings back some snacks and books, and this time he also brought back a two-month-old silver gradual short-haired cat, saying it was born to the big cat at the Jiang Can family.
Chen Jia has never seen such a beautiful kitten, staring into its eyes, gently holding it in her arms, and giving it the name Xiao Yu.
After having Xiao Yu, Chen Jia transformed into a diligent caregiver, completely overcoming her habit of oversleeping. She gets up early every day, goes to the third floor to feed and groom Xiao Yu, and has never been late for school again.
Fang Yu was so angry that she said Chen Jia treats the cat better than herself, and she will never buy her snacks again.
As early summer arrived, the pink roses in the school flower bed suddenly bloomed, filling the air with a sweet fragrance.
The girls in the class are like blooming flowers, seemingly blossoming overnight.
They often cover up when going to the restroom, carefully taking things out of their bags when no one is looking. Some girls have started wearing loose tops, hunching their backs in front of boys, not daring to stand up straight.
Chen Jia always feels like they have added a layer of mystery to themselves, but she can't say exactly what it is.
She still plays and frolics with Fang Yu like a boy, until her desk mate Yin Jing also had her first period, then she vaguely felt different.
"Yin Jing, what does it feel like when girls have their period?" Chen Jia asked, resting his chin on his hand.
Blushing, Yin Jing twisted her fingers nervously. "It's not a particularly special feeling, just... a bit inconvenient. My mom says you can't eat ice cream when it comes, can't do strenuous exercise, and some girls even have stomach aches, really painful ones that require painkillers."
"This is so troublesome, it's better not to come like me."
Chen Jia buried her face in Eilandon's "The Borrowers", 14-year-old Arya had just clipped up her red hair and was about to embark on the journey of borrowing with her father.
The other girls in the class have started to read Lou Yuqing and Ji Qiu, but Chen Jia is still immersed in her children's literature.
On Sunday, Chen Jia's cousin is getting married, and she will go to Aunt's house with her parents for the wedding banquet.
When she was collecting the clothes, she found that the vest was missing from the balcony. It should have fallen to the third floor. She hurriedly went downstairs to Jiang Mo's house to get it.
The door opened, and Xiao Yu "meowed" and wrapped around Chen Jia's legs.
Chen Jia picked up Xiao Yu, kissed her delicate little nose, and pushed open Jiang Mo's bedroom.
To their surprise, Fang Yu was also there.
Chen Jia found herself being played and immediately felt unhappy.
"What are you two doing? Why didn't you call me?" She pouted.
Fang Yu angrily pointed at her as if he had stepped on a tail, and shouted, "Chen Jia, why are you so rude? Didn't your teacher teach you to knock on the door before entering?"
"This is not your home, why should I listen to you?"
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