I'm a black fan, you have to get used to me

Cen Xiao, who firmly believes that he is his own father, has recently looked at Fu Zhun with more loving eyes.

Even the fact that Fu Zhun bit him twice was forgiven by his mountainous fatherly love.

The son is just playing around.

What's the big deal.

Fu Zhun was a little at a loss.

He even thought that Cen Xiao was planning something big.

"Brother," the guilty Fu Zhun whispered to him while he was washing clothes at night, "Why are you so kind lately?"

"Is there?" Cen Xiao rubbed his face, he didn't expect to be so obvious.

Ge Yiyuan, who was standing next to them, spit out mouthwash, and said, "It's really kind. Recently, I always feel that you radiate the radiance of a father's love."

"And you didn't even refute Brother Yan calling your brother." He Yipeng who was wiping his face also turned his head to join in the fun: "You used to complain about him."

Cen Xiao: "..."

What He Yipeng said was right, even Cen Xiao himself didn't notice this.

After rubbing his face with a handful of clear water, Cen Xiao pretended to be calm and said, "After all, I am indeed one year older than him."

Just as he was talking, He Yipeng, who had finished wiping his face, suddenly glanced at the school uniform in Fu Zhun's basin, and said in surprise, "Brother Yan, don't you wear school uniforms? Why do you still wash your school uniforms?"

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao also took advantage of the situation to look over.

It was found that there was indeed a blue and white school uniform jacket in Fu Zhun's laundry tub.

"Isn't this showing respect to our elder brother?" Fu Zhun raised the corners of his lips lightly, and took the wet school uniform out of the basin.

The water splashed down.

Cen Xiao was startled, "Is this my school uniform?"

"Yes." Fu Zhun nodded innocently.

Cen Xiao usually has the habit of putting his key meal card in his pocket, so he subconsciously asked, "Have you checked your pocket before doing laundry?"

As soon as the words fell, Fu Zhun pressed the school uniform back into the basin as if nothing had happened, and said innocently: "No."

Cen Xiao: "..."

He sighed speechlessly, and reached out to touch the pocket of his school uniform.

He didn't have a meal card key, but found an unknown note.

Cen Xiao paused with his fingertips and took it out only to find that the piece of paper had been glued together.

After barely taking it apart, the handwriting on the note had been smeared with water, making it hard to read.

Before he could react, Fu Zhun apologized very quickly and naturally, as if he was prepared: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I just want to help my brother wash some clothes."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Which girl gave it to you? Otherwise, I'll go get it back for you?" The enthusiastic tablemate Fu even offered a remedy.

After being told by him, the people around looked at each other for two seconds, and all fell silent in unison.

There was only a scent of green tea permeating the bathroom on the second floor of the men's dormitory.

……

"Too tea, too tea!" Zhou Yuancheng finally found out about this when he was playing golf on the weekend, and couldn't help but condemn Fu Zhun: "You are too fucking green tea! You don't even have real green tea!"

"What?" Fu Zhun tossed the ball in his hand lightly, and after the ball fell into the basket in a beautiful arc in the air, he continued lightly, "I'm not good at acting?"

"Exquisite, superb." Zhou Yuancheng couldn't help giving him a thumbs up: "Your glorious deeds have been spread all over the campus, aren't you afraid that others will complain about you in front of Cen Xiao?"

Fu Zhun wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked over and took a bottle of water from his seat, and said firmly while twisting the cap, "Impossible."

"Why?" Zhou Yuancheng, who was leaning on the seat, looked up at him.

As a result, he saw Fu Zhun lowered his eyelids and looked at him lightly. After drinking some water, he said slowly, "He stays with me 24 hours a day."

Zhou Yuancheng: "..."

Then you are quite proud.

He didn't want to eat the fake dog food that Fu Zhun spilled out, and when he was about to insult Fu Zhun, Qian Zhaoyang came running from a distance: "Brother——!"

The man shouted loudly while running: "Your mother is coming! Your mother is coming!"

Fu Zhun got annoyed when he heard his voice, frowned and said, "Why are you arguing, if you can't speak, just shut up."

"No brother." Qian Zhaoyang looked aggrieved: "Second aunt is really coming later, she said she would pick us up to try on clothes together."

"What clothes to try?" Fu Zhun was puzzled.

Qian Zhaoyang looked at him incredulously: "Brother, your birthday is next weekend, can you forget this?"

"Hey, yo, you still pick us up to try on clothes? Is there a birthday party?" Zhou Yuancheng jumped up from the rest chair.

"Yes, Second Aunt said that Second Uncle has chartered a luxury cruise ship and wants to give you a coming-of-age ceremony." Qian Zhaoyang made a circle with his hands, "Specially arranged noodles!"

In the end, Fu Zhun just snorted angrily: "I am seventeen this year."

"..."

"This is my father's meeting."

"..."

"Extremely touching."

"..."

Seeing this, Zhou Yuancheng changed the subject with a haha, and bumped Fu Zhun with his elbow: "Then what...you don't like beautiful women anyway, why don't you help me get some celebrity sisters' WeChat messages?"

"I'm going." Fu Zhun didn't bother to talk to him, and waved his hand, very indifferent: "I won't go."

Hearing this, Zhou Yuancheng was stunned: "Are you saying that you won't try on clothes, or that you won't go to the birthday party?"

"Not going." Fu Zhun leaned back on the rest chair and began to fiddle with his mobile phone: "When the time comes, let my dad say something about my discomfort, and just make room for them to discuss business."

"That's okay." Zhou Yuancheng knew in his heart that such occasions were usually used to expand contacts, and birthdays were just a cover.

He didn't say much, just asked: "Then how are you going to live?"

Unexpectedly, these words hit Fu Zhun's heart.

He waited for this sentence for a long time, and now he finally heard it, and immediately said proudly: "Anyway, I won't spend time with you."

As he spoke, he shook the phone and showed Zhou Yuancheng the phone screen.

On the screen was the WeChat chat box of Fu Zhun and Cen Xiao.

I don't know what's wrong with Fu Zhun, but I just sent someone a sentence "My birthday is next Saturday", and I couldn't wait to show it off.

They haven't returned yet.

Zhou Yuancheng rolled his eyes speechlessly, not wanting to talk to Fu Zhun anymore.

He was about to get up to get the basketball when he heard a message sound from Fu Zhun's cell phone.

Zhou Yuancheng paused, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a WeChat red envelope on the screen.

Before he could see clearly, Fu Zhun took the phone back.

Fu Zhun was also taken aback when he saw the red envelope.

Immediately afterwards, another message popped up below——

[Cen Xiao: Take it to buy candy. 】

Fu Zhun: "..."

Zhou Yuancheng, who was secretly gossiping on the sidelines: "..."

"Pfft...hahahaha..." After realizing it, Zhou Yuancheng laughed wildly: "Did Cen Xiao treat you like a son hahaha..."

"Smile." Fu Zhun's forehead twitched, and he began to crazily repeat words——

[Zzz: What do you mean? 】

[Cen Xiao:? 】

[Cen Xiao: Isn't it your birthday? 】

[Zzz: Then you just want to send me a red envelope? 】

【Cen Xiao: [Red envelope]】

[Cen Xiao: Two. 】

【Zzz:...】

"Hahahaha." Zhou Yuancheng was so happy that he couldn't straighten his waist, he laughed tremblingly: "Why does he think that it's over if he just pays? You don't need money hahaha..."

Fu Zhun: "..."

He couldn't take it.

It can only be said that self-inflicted crimes cannot live.

Sighing, Fu Zhun looked at the pale chat record on the screen, rubbed his hair irritably, and ignored Cen Xiao.

Red envelopes were also confiscated.

The next day, when Cen Xiao finished his homework and picked up his phone, he suddenly found that the two red envelopes in WeChat had been returned.

He looked at the phone screen, speechless for a while.

It really wasn't his own son, because he really couldn't understand what Fu Zhun was thinking.

He thought that given Fu Zhun's impoverished state, he probably wanted to ask him for a red envelope.

After all, I didn't prepare any presents, so it was reasonable to give him a red envelope.

As a result, Fu Zhun didn't seem to be here for the red envelope.

Cen Xiao fell silent, and called Fu Zhun on WeChat.

The answer over there was very fast, but they refused to speak.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Cen Xiao asked selfishly, "You don't want a red envelope?"

Hearing his question, Fu Zhun finally said awkwardly: "The red envelope is so insincere."

"Aren't you short of money?" Cen Xiao frowned slightly, wondering what Fu Zhun was thinking: "I thought this was the most real gift."

Hearing this, Fu Zhun was silent for a while, then defended in a low voice: "Actually, I don't need any."

It's a pity that Cen Xiao only thought that he was showing off, and didn't take this sentence at ease: "It's okay, I know, I'll buy you a gift later."

"Actually, you don't have to buy gifts." Fu Zhun on the other end of the phone struggled for a long time, and took out two tickets for his mother's art exhibition from the bookshelf: "Shall we go out to play?"

Cen Xiao raised his head, glanced out of the window subconsciously, and refused, "It's not convenient for me."

"I won't let you be discovered." Fu Zhun promised, "We'll just go to a small art exhibition, and there probably won't be many people there."

While talking, Fu Zhun still did not forget to find some tricky angles to try to persuade Cen Xiao: "I finally want to spend my spare time studying, why don't you consider helping me?"

As an art student, he went to the art exhibition, so it seemed that he was not doing his job properly.

Cen Xiao struggled for a while, and could only say vaguely: "I'll try my best."

Fu Zhun on the other end of the phone couldn't help chuckling when he saw him let go of his mouth a little.

He was talking to him a few more words, but Cen Xiao suddenly hung up the phone.

Cen Xiao hid his phone under his homework almost the moment Meng Zhen came in.

He pretended to be interrupted while doing his homework, and looked back at Meng Zhen: "What's wrong?"

Meng Zhen came in with a plate of fruit, and seemed to be in a good mood, with a deeper smile on her face: "Is Xiao Xiao tired from studying? Do you want to relax?"

These words didn't seem like something Meng Zhen could say, Cen Xiao was silent for a moment, and asked, "What are you relaxing?"

"Clean up, we'll go out to try on next week's dress at three o'clock." Meng Zhen put the fruit on the table and explained: "There is an important occasion that invites us to attend next Saturday, we have to make preparations first .”

Hearing the words "next Saturday", Cen Xiao suddenly blurted out: "Not next Saturday."

His sudden refusal stunned Meng Zhen for a moment.

After regaining her senses, she frowned lightly, and her originally good mood suddenly became cloudy: "What's the matter? Is there something going on at your school next Saturday?"

Cen Xiao was silent, and wanted to nod along, but worried that Meng Zhen would ask Xu Qingzhou.

So he could only truthfully say: "I have a friend's birthday next Saturday."

"What friends do you have?" Meng Zhen frowned even tighter.

She recalled Cen Xiao's social circle she had observed during the parents' meeting, and suddenly realized: "Is it your tablemate?"

Unexpectedly, she still remembered, Cen Xiao paused, nodded and said: "Yeah."

In the next moment, Meng Zhen's every word was like a needle, piercing Cen Xiao's heart: "His father works as a driver for someone else's family, why are you so good at playing with him?"

Hearing these sarcastic words, Cen Xiao was suddenly a little annoyed.

He suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and asked, "What's the matter with his parents?"

"He just learned to draw, and his father doesn't have any skills, so what future can he have?" Meng Zhen also obviously couldn't understand Cen Xiao's thinking: "You are pushing so much for such a dispensable friend. An important invitation?"

"Do you know who sent that invitation, Xiao Xiao?" Meng Zhen knocked on the table anxiously, as if she hated iron and steel: "It was from the boss of Xingyuan Entertainment, and giving his son's birthday is no better than giving it to you." Is that classmate's birthday more meaningful?"

"If you can sign with their company, you don't need me to negotiate film appointments in the future, do you understand?"

She said a lot of things, and Cen Xiao's headache was splitting.

He rubbed his forehead, calmed down and took a step back: "Mom, how about it, two days next weekend, I will go to this banquet on Saturday, and I can arrange it freely on Sunday."

However, after two seconds of silence, Meng Zhen still didn't let go, and explained: "This banquet will last for two days, on the cruise ship, board the ship on Saturday and come back on Sunday."

Cen Xiao: "..."

He was quiet for a long time, and finally he could only sigh in silence.

Cursing silently in my heart——

His tablemate can only go to a little-known small painting exhibition for his birthday...

But there are idiots who think it's too much money to pay for a luxury cruise.

Is this the difference in the world?