Xiaolan likes me

"Xiaoxiao, were you serious yesterday?"
"Seriously what?"
"You told me, 'If you want to go, go ahead,' were you really telling the truth?"
Hearing me ask her this, Xiaoxiao's pretty face turned even redder, and she lowered her head to fiddle with the hem of her skirt.
"Xiaoxiao, why aren't you saying anything?"
"Brother, what kind of question is that? How am I supposed to answer?"
Xiaoxiao murmured softly.
"Hehe, so that means you're admitting it?"
"Think what you want, you big pervert."
"Xiaoxiao, I suddenly find you much gentler. You used to be so fierce sometimes, how come you're such a good girl now? Hehe."
"What? I've always been a good girl. Brother, let me ask you a question."
"Uh, go ahead."
"Do you think Xiaolan from your class is prettier or I am? Tell me the truth."
Xiaolan is the discipline monitor in my class, and also the prettiest girl in my class. She has a pretty face, but she looks like a tomboy, and I don't feel anything for her.
"Is that even a question? Of course you're prettier, how can she compare to you?"
"Bro, tell me the truth."
"Ugh, I'm telling the truth, you're definitely prettier than her."
"Oh, I always felt she was more delicate-looking. A few boys in my class have a crush on her."
"Damn, people have crushes on tomboys? I really doubt the aesthetic sense of the boys in your class."
"Bro, do you know, Xiaolan likes you."
"Are you kidding me? How could she possibly like me? She's so arrogant, always so haughty, always thinking no one is good enough for her, like she's a princess."
"Brother, I'm serious. She's a member of the student council's disciplinary committee. A few days ago, after a meeting, we were cleaning up and chatting for a bit. We got really into it, and then I asked her who the most handsome boy in her class was. She said you without hesitation. I asked her how she could be so sure, and she blushed. I'm a girl, so I know that people blush when someone says what they're thinking, especially when it involves someone they like. So, I think she definitely likes you." "
Oh my god, Xiaoxiao, you're really good at making up stories. Why don't you go write novels? You could earn some extra money that way."
"What? Brother, I'm serious."
"Whether it's true or not, I only like Xiaoxiao."
After I finished speaking, I kissed her on the cheek again, bringing back the blush that had just faded. Her face was as red as a ripe apple.
In the afternoon, my second aunt and uncle came to see me at the hospital. They genuinely believed I had injured my head while saving Xiaoxiao, and their concern and care for me were quite overwhelming. After sitting for a while, they took Xiaoxiao away. As Xiaoxiao was leaving, her eyes reddened again, and she looked like she was about to cry. Even though women are said to be made of water, she shouldn't cry like that.
"Xiaoxiao, don't cry. I'll be discharged soon. Don't come to see me anymore. I'll come see you after I'm discharged. Be good, Xiaoxiao won't cry."
"Okay, brother, goodbye."
Xiaoxiao nodded, waved, and left.
After seeing Xiaoxiao off, it was just my dad and me in the ward. Speaking of my dad and me, we're definitely in the same boat, sharing joys and sorrows.
"Kid, tell your old man, what happened?"
"I was ambushed by some bastard. He hit me with a club."
"Which son of a bitch dared to do that? Son, do you remember what he looks like?"
"Yeah, but Dad, you don't need to lift a finger. I can handle it myself."
"Handle it my foot! With your skills, who can you handle? I always tell you to practice, but you never do. Now you're paying the price, aren't you?"
"Dad, do you still have the martial arts manual?"
"Yes, when do you want to practice?"
"I'll practice after I'm discharged from the hospital, Dad. Please sacrifice some time and teach me properly then."
"Well, son, not to criticize you, but you're incredibly slow-witted. Practicing martial arts is for health and fitness, not for fighting. Even in a fight, you need to use your brain. Don't just charge in blindly. You can handle one person, but what about two, three? What if there are ten or eight? Fighting is like wooing a woman; you need a combination of gentle persuasion and force, both skill and strategy. When you have trouble with your buddies, friends, brothers, go find them, discuss things together. Many hands make light work. Brothers aren't just for show; they're there when needed. Similarly, if your brothers need your help, you should help them too."
"Oh, by the way, who was that woman who caused trouble at our door yesterday?"
"Damn, how did you know?"
"Hehe, I overheard you telling Mom yesterday."
"You little rascal, you saw everything?"
"Hehe, Dad, you're amazing! How did you manage to win Mom over so easily?"
"That's called charm, son. Learn more from your dad; it'll never hurt."
"Okay, okay."
"By the way, son, what did your grandfather say to you before he died? Did he give you any treasures?"
"No, no way. Dad, you're the third person to ask me. He didn't give me anything, just told you to take care of the family, that my mother is a capable, beautiful, and virtuous woman, and to cherish her. That's all."
"Damn it! You're playing games with me? What did he give you? Tell me!"
"Dad, really? Don't force me, I'm not lying."
"You little bastard, still hiding things from your father? Are you going to tell me or not? If you don't, today I'll show you what it means for a father to beat his son." "Dad
, don't force me. I'd rather die by your hand today, and tomorrow I'll tell Mom your secret."
"Damn it, you're threatening me?"
"It's not a threat, it's self-defense, strategic defense."
"Damn, you little brat, you know quite a lot. Strategic defense, you think you're a nuclear submarine?"
Seeing my dad's gaze soften, I quickly changed the subject, "Dad, that girl yesterday was only seventeen or eighteen, and you went after her?"
"Who told you I went after her?"
"If you didn't go after her, why would she come to you?"
"That's your grandpa's business. Old man, always causing trouble. That girl yesterday, by seniority, you should call her aunt." "
Damn, such a young aunt, even younger than Tingting."
"Forget it, it's adult business, mind your own business. You should focus on your studies, don't embarrass me."
"Oh. Did another aunt call you?"
"Stop talking nonsense, do you still have pocket money?"
"No."
Actually, I still had more than 30 yuan, but since my dad wanted to give me money, of course I had to take it.
"Damn, you spend money so fast. Here, remember, don't let this slip to me, or you'll be sorry."
After saying that, Dad threw 50 yuan on the bed. He called it pocket money, but it was actually a secret fee. My mom's money was the real pocket money.
"Are you alright? Look at the time, your mom will be here soon. I'm leaving. Tell your mom I'm busy at work and won't be home for dinner tonight."
"Oh, go ahead, I'll take care of everything."
After Dad left, I was all alone in the ward. I hid the money in the sole of my shoe. I didn't dare hide it in my pocket because if my mom found out I was hiding money, she would confiscate it and hand it over to the authorities.

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