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Chen Jia glared at him, the slippers making a clattering sound as she opened the balcony door to get her vest.
Fang Yu took the opportunity to stuff the Guizheng and original painting collection under the pillow, then covered it with a blanket.
Soon, the balcony echoed with Chen Jia's voice: " Momo, have you seen my tank top?"
"..."
The boys looked at each other.
"Chen Jia ran in and earnestly gestured to Jiang Mo, 'It's pink, this short, and has a little bow on top.'"
Jiang Mo's face turned red, and her eyes seemed a bit unfocused. "I didn't see it, you should go home and look for it."
"Okay."
Chen Jia lifted her foot to leave, and Fang Yu habitually teased her, "Your chest is flatter than mine, why are you learning to wear a vest?" Chen Jia stopped, her amber-colored eyes turned towards Fang Yu, making him feel uncomfortable. "What are you looking at?"
Just as the words fell, a slender hand suddenly pressed against his chest.
Fang Yu instantly felt suffocated, blood rushing to his head.
Under his petrifying gaze, Chen Jia withdrew her hand, turned around to touch herself, and slowly turned back, saying, "You're talking nonsense. Clearly, you are the more level-headed one."
The air froze, leaving Fang Yu speechless and Jiang Mo not much better off.
Chen Jia frowned at them and went upstairs by herself.
After a while——
"Jiang Mo, do you think Chen Jia is crazy?" Fang Yu's voice trembled.
Jiang Mo shook his head.
"Why is she so... so..." Fang Yu thought of Chen Jia touching his chest just now, and couldn't continue speaking out of embarrassment and anger.
After half an hour of discussion, the two teenagers reached a unanimous conclusion that Chen Jia had completely lacked a sense of gender identity as a girl because she had grown up with them since childhood. In her mind, she had always considered herself as a boy.
Although this statement sounds strange and even a bit untenable, currently there is no more reasonable explanation than this.
"I think we should help Chen Jia get on the right track."
Fang Yu remembered the tragic stories of women being lured and abducted at the storytelling event, and felt particularly worried.
"Otherwise, if she gets deceived in the future, she will definitely blame us."
Jiang Mo may not agree with Fang Yu's motives, but also feels it's necessary for middle school student Chen Jia to understand the differences between the sexes.
A few days later, a pretty gift box with pink hot stamping and a bow was placed on Chen Jia's desk.
Chen Jia's eyes lit up, she loves beautiful gifts the most.
"Is this for me? What's inside?"
Chen Jia picked it up and shook it excitedly, ready to open it, but Fang Yu firmly held her hand.
"This is from me and Jiang Mo for you. Chen Jia, you can open it when you get home."
"Okay then."
Chen Jia suppressed her excitement and listened particularly attentively in class that day.
During class, Fang Yu occasionally turned around to secretly observe Chen Jia's expression. During break time, he also secretly kept an eye on her, until he was sure that she hadn't opened anything at school, then he breathed a sigh of relief.
The next night, Jiang Mo was doing the math problems assigned by the coach at home when Chen Jia stomped downstairs.
Jiang Mo saw the book in her hand, which was the introductory sex education book that he and Fang Yu had given her. A blush appeared on her fair face.
"You... have you finished reading it?"
Jiang Mo stared at the sharp tip of the ink pen, suddenly unsure of what expression to use when speaking to Chen Jia.
"I finished it yesterday."
Chen Jia looked serious, "But there are many things I don't understand, Momo, can you teach me?"
"Where... don't you understand?" The fourteen-year-old boy felt embarrassed for the first time.
Chen Jia lowered her small face and said, "The book says that girls generally have their first period at the age of twelve or thirteen, but I'm almost fourteen and it still hasn't come. Is that abnormal?"
She had never worried about such things before, but after reading this book, she found herself different from other girls, and the more she thought about it, the more anxious she became.
Jiang Mo was stunned, although Chen Jia was used to being imaginative, he really didn't expect her to worry about this.
Looking at her dejected appearance, he forced himself to stay calm.
"That... the timing varies from person to person. Being late doesn't necessarily mean something is wrong."
"But what if I'm fifteen and it still hasn't come? Will I be unable to have babies in the future?"
"Shouldn't... in theory, every girl can... have a baby."
"What about you?"
Jiang Mo was taken aback.
Chen Jia spoke rapidly, "The book says that boys also experience noctur..."
"Jia Jia."
Jiang Mo suddenly interrupted her.
Chen Jia saw shyness on his face, as well as a hint of inexplicable depth. She felt as if she had touched upon some taboo, and stared blankly with widened eyes.
Jiang Mo sighed and said gently and unquestionably, "This kind of question, don't ask other boys in the future."
"But Fang Yu..."
"Fang Yu won't work either."
He interrupted her straightforwardly, got up and took the chessboard. "Chen Jia, let's play Gomoku."
One quarter of an hour later, Chen Jia lost three games in a row and went home in frustration. Jiang Mo stood at the entrance, with dark hair hanging down, covering the delicate features of her face.
He lowered his head and listened as Chen Jia inserted the key into the lock, turned it, and the anti-theft door upstairs opened and then closed with a "bang," before finally closing his own door. With the end of the final exam, Chen Jia's first year of junior high school came to an end.
On the day of receiving the report cards, the head teacher's expression was much kinder than usual, because Class 5 performed well overall.
Jiang Mo consistently ranks first in the grade, scoring full marks in both math and English.
"Fang Yu is also in the top five of the class, but the most surprising one is Chen Jia.
After the last-minute preparation in the last month, she actually made it into the top ten of the class, scoring 90 in math and English, and even achieved the highest grade in the whole grade with 94.5 in Chinese."
The homeroom teacher praised Chen Jia for the first time: "You did well this time. In the future, focus on your studies and strive for greater progress."
Chen Jia returned home and proudly repeated the teacher's words to her mother. However, her mother's expression turned stern, "You still can't slack off, Jiang Mo is better than us, and Fang Yu did even better than you."
Chen Jia is very unhappy. Why does Mom always like to compare her with others? Last time it was her cousin, this time it's Jiang Mo fangYu.
It's just an exam, what does it matter if the score is high or low? But I'll just listen to what the adults say and get it over with. Mom is busy with work every day and doesn't care about it at all.
The summer vacation mode is officially on.
Jiang Mo is participating in the high school student Math Olympiad training as usual, not staying at home for meals and accommodation, and Grandpa Jiang Mo has gone to Guangzhou to take care of Jiang Can.
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