Warm and respectful people

Before class the next day, Shen An'an spread out two signed papers on Xia Wen's desk.

Xia Wen, who hadn't had time to put down his schoolbag, stared at the signature on the paper, a little unbelievable: "This handwriting is exactly the same as my father's."

She widened her eyes: "Even if it's my dad, I guess he can't sign two identical signatures."

After the matter was completed, she kept farting: "Your aunt really wrote calligraphy, cleaning is too wasteful."

Shen An'an, who was drinking milk, almost choked: "This is signed by my sister."

Xia Wen let out a "huh" and hesitated a bit: "How many daughters does your father have?"

Do rich people really only buy houses and have children?It's too boring.

Shen An'an narrowed her eyes and looked at her: "Just two!"

Now Xia Wen was even more surprised, her eyes widened: "Didn't she not want to help me yesterday?"

The attitude is quite firm.

Shen An'an looked proud: "I made a generous statement in front of her, and I was moved."

Xia Wen looked at this person who couldn't write enough words every time, and asked, "What did you say?"

"I criticized the unethical behavior of the school's brutal treatment of students who failed grades, and my own indignation."

Xia Wen didn't quite believe it: "Your sister doesn't seem to like this."

Shen An'an was choked, she was rolling around at the door of Shen Xueyu's bedroom last night, Che Jilu said a lot, and she didn't know that those words worked.

"I also talked about your desire for art classes and your poor life without a mother, and there are many others that I can't remember."

The two discussed it again, but there was still no agreed answer.

Shen Anan concluded: "Anyway, she signed it! We are looking at the result, not the process."

Xia Wen agrees with the final conclusion.

-

Today is Friday, and the afternoon is usually arranged for a relaxed and happy sub-subject.

The music class was in the multimedia classroom, and a group of children walked out of the classroom like wild horses running wild.

There is an invisible unspoken rule in this kind of class. There is no grade or teacher's arrangement. Students can choose to sit with the person they like. At this time, the interpersonal network of the class can be seen clearly.

Xia Wen held the book very naturally, yawned and sat next to Shen An'an.

She was about to make up for last night's sleep in this class when she heard a lot of applause from the teachers.

Shen Anan was smiling like a hamster picking up pine nuts, she looked back and found that the sports committee member was sitting next to Banhua Chen Chuchu.

"I think it's too embarrassing for him. How can Chen Chuchu like him?"

Xia Wen lay on his arm: "Why?"

"Except for being taller and more muscular, the sports committee has almost no merits, and the results are limited compared to the two of us."

Xia Wen was dissatisfied: "You discriminate against those with poor grades?"

Shen An'an was speechless: "Do I need to discriminate against myself? Besides, Wen Wen, we are gossiping, how could you connect with studying!"

Xia Wen was so bored that he opened the music textbook and read "Ode to Joy" seriously.

If the girls in the first grade of junior high school still have a kind of shameful reserve towards puberty and boys, the girls in the second grade of junior high school are already familiar with such things, and they are still a little eager to try. In fact, their class has already become a few pairs.

But Xia Wen has always been slow in this regard.

Too dull.

Shen An'an looked at Xia Wen's short hair like a boy's, his wheat-colored skin that had been exposed to the scorching sun for a summer without an umbrella, and the most important thing was the thin inner layer of the school uniform shirt.

Girls in junior high school have started to develop early, and many girls have already put on cute pink underwear.

And at this moment when Xia Wen arched his back to read a book, his chest was actually flatter than a boy's!

Shen An'an lowered her body and approached Xia Wen, and asked quietly: "Wen Wen, didn't your father buy you a bra?"

Xia Wen was surprised: "What are you thinking! Can you sing the song you learned last class?"

Others said that students with poor grades are good at minor subjects, but An An and Xia Wen's scumbag attributes have spread to music class.

The teacher played the accompaniment several times in succession, but the two of them still played the tune of "Ode to Joy" so that Mom didn't even know it.

-

After school, Shen Anan dragged Xia Wen to his luxury car, and took him directly back to his family's mansion.

The villa area not far from the school is full of rich and expensive people from Nancheng.

Although Xia Wenwen and Shen Anan had been at the same table for a while, it was the first time to visit her house.

The three-story bungalow built on the hillside is elegant and grand, with a few pine trees planted in the yard, tall and straight with a little simplicity.

There was no adult at home, the two of them changed their slippers at the entrance, Shen Anan took Xia Wen's hand, and pattered up to his bedroom on the second floor, the aunt brought two cups of tea with a smile, and then Shen Anan pushed her into the bedroom. outside the door.

Then Xia Wen watched her lock the bedroom door behind her back.

"what are you going to do?"

Shen An'an didn't answer, and ran to the cloakroom at the side, and brought a large pile of colorful clothes from the closet.

Sprinkled on his big bed like snowflakes.

Xia Wen took a closer look and found that they were all girls' bras.

All kinds of colors, all kinds of styles, everything that one expects to find.

She stretched out her fingers to pinch a pink lace one, and asked, "What is this?"

"These are all new, you pick the ones you like." Shen An'an said generously.She thought that her mother taught her these things. Xia Wen has been with her father who only knows teaching and physics for so many years, so she probably doesn't even know how to wear a bra.

After entering junior high school, Xia Wen faintly felt a little different, such as the occasional whispers of the girls around her, such as the blushing girls asking for leave in physical education class.

As well as some subtle changes in her body, a little bit of swelling on her chest that resembled a lump.

These small movements made her feel a little irritated, and even occasionally a trace of disgust appeared in her heart.

She didn't know who to talk to, and gradually forgot to tell.

Xia Wen stared blankly at the unfamiliar things in front of him, a little at a loss, completely lacking his usual calmness, and stood up straight.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Shen An'an: "It's at the end of the corridor."

Xia Wen nodded, unscrewed the door and walked out.

When she went upstairs, she saw the location of the bathroom. At this moment, she buried her head like a bullet and rushed forward, a little hastily and fiercely.

When I pushed the door open, I didn't think there would be anyone inside.

The long-haired girl in jeans crossed her hands and pinched the edge of the inner layer, and pulled it up, revealing a white waist, and then the round chest curve.

Shen Xueyu's body was thin and tight, the edges of her jeans looked loose, and the contrast between her black corset and her fair body stood out.

Both of them were taken aback for a moment, looking at each other in the spacious bathroom.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Shen Xueyu loosened the corner of her clothes, and her snow-white body was covered by the clothes.

Xia Wen slowly came back to his senses.

"Who are you?" Shen Xueyu asked.

Xia Wen didn't dare to look at her, and lowered his head: "I'm An An's classmate, I came to use the bathroom."

Shen Xueyu remembered what happened yesterday: "You are Xia Wen."

Xia Wen was a little surprised: "Do you know my name?"

"I also know your father's name." Shen Xueyu replied.

Xia Wen: "..."

She scratched her head: "Thank you sister yesterday."

This "sister" made Shen Xueyu stunned for a moment: "Thank you, Shen Anan."

After speaking, he went out.

When Xia Wen went back, she seemed to be stepping on a cloud, and her steps were a little unsteady. She returned to Shen An'an's room lightly, and there was no one in the room at the moment.

Instead of looking for someone, she sat back on the chair by the bed alone, raised her feet together and shrank into the back of the chair, and belatedly pressed her reddened face to her knees.

It was the first time she saw a woman's body.

Not the youthful appearance of a girl, but the appearance of a mature woman.

Xia Wen hugged herself tighter and tighter, looking at the floor, listening to the thumping heartbeat in his chest.

-

When returning home at night, Xia Yuan asked her if she had dinner, Xia Wen nodded: "I ate with Shen An'an."

Xia Yuan took out half a watermelon from the refrigerator and cut it into several small pieces, and put one piece on the table.

Xia Wen put down her schoolbag, washed her hands, and sat down at the table. The bright red flesh was cold and refreshing after biting into it. After eating the melon seriously, she spit out the black seeds on the napkin.

She asked in a low voice, "Dad, what do you think is the difference between girls and boys?"

Xia Yuan thought for a while: "Boys' physics scores are generally better than girls'."

Xia Wen took another bite of the watermelon, and the topic was a bit off. She suddenly remembered Shen Anan's compliment to her sister in her ear, and after swallowing, she said, "There are girls with good physics scores, right?"

Xia Yuan nodded: "This year, a girl in the second year of high school won the special prize in the provincial physics competition, not bad."

Eight o'clock in the evening is Xiawen's homework time. Junior high school students don't have much homework, but it takes a little time for her to complete it smoothly.

She flipped through the math workbook several times, and found that there were indeed no topics she could do. She kicked off the slippers on her feet, fell into the soft chair with her back, and sighed.

Math is really hard.

Unary quadratic inequality is simply the natural enemy of human nature.She poked her cheek with the end of a pencil, and her clean feet bent back and forth.

She took out the history textbook and opened one of the pages. The portrait of Qin Shihuang had been painted beyond recognition by her second creation. She picked out a few sentences with red lines and prepared to recite them.

Covering the book with his hand, he muttered: "The first in Chinese history..."

"What's the first one?" Xia Wen slightly opened his hands.

This page was a bit difficult to memorize. She turned to the other pages. The literary part was a little easier to understand than politics. She closed the book directly with confidence.

"The Book of Songs is the first poem in our country... Poetry..."

The dark head hit the wooden desk, and the successive frustrations made her wander off.

She thought of Shen An'an's sister again, of her narrow waist and curved chest.

Xia Wen bit the tip of the pen, and unconsciously put his hand into his empty pajamas.

Well-defined ribs.

Hey.

She arched her back, put her elbows on the edge of the table, and tried to think about when she could look like Shen An'an's sister like thinking about a quadratic equation.