Gu Shiting wasn’t familiar with whip training, but Song Chen could find soone for him.
So he nodded: "Hmm."
Sheng Tang: "That’s wonderful! Can he teach ?"
"Sure."
"When can we start?" Sheng Tang seed a bit eager.
Gu Shiting: "I’ll ask Song Chen first for when he can find such a coach, and then we can start."
Sheng Tang: "..."
He actually learned how to tease her.
Sheng Tang knocked on his head with her chopsticks.
Gu Shiting chuckled. At that mont, he was very happy.
His greatest happiness, perhaps, was like this: making so playful banter with Sheng Tang, having lunch together.
After lunch, Sheng Tang had to go back to the classroom.
But Gu Shiting pulled her hand and wouldn’t let go.
He seed very worried, worried that she would, like before, stand at the door and talk endlessly with other boys.
He really hoped that she would belong only to him.
This thought grew wildly in his mind.
Sheng Tang patted the back of his hand: "Alright, be good, I have things to do."
It was just like when she used to go to work, and her dog Lele whimpered in front of her, not wanting her to leave, and she would gently pat its head.
Be good, wait at ho, mommy needs to work to support you...
Sheng Tang thought of this and laughed to herself.
Reluctantly, Gu Shiting finally let go.
Seeing his expression, which looked exactly like Lele’s, like a little puppy, Sheng Tang felt a twinge of reluctance.
She said: "You quickly find the coach, and we’ll practice tonight."
Gu Shiting nodded.
After she left, he imdiately called Song Chen.
He wanted a whip trainer, and it had to be ready by tonight.
Song Chen agreed.
In Song Chen’s vocabulary, it seed there was never anything he couldn’t do.
Even if soone was just working a job, Song Chen had helped him a lot.
Gu Shiting suddenly had an epiphany and said to Song Chen on the phone: "Thank you, it’s been hard on you."
Song Chen: "..."
Kids don’t know gratitude; only adults understand that nothing in this world is taken for granted, and many things need to be separated into "duty" and "affections."
Song Chen knew that the young master’s understanding had taken another step forward, he was becoming more and more like an adult.
His emotional awareness was finally slowly erging from that of an eight-year-old. Maybe, in another year or two, he could be like a normal person.
Sheng Tang deserved much credit.
Song Chen made several phone calls.
A whip trainer was especially hard to find, Song Chen made calls for a full two hours before securing one.
The Gu family’s basent was cleaned out, mannequins were set up, waiting for Gu Shiting and Sheng Tang to practice that night.
He finished the arrangents and ssaged Gu Shiting.
Gu Shiting imdiately inford Sheng Tang.
Sheng Tang was taking a nap and did not reply.
Before class, a classmate woke her up. It wasn’t until the end of the first period that she replied to Gu Shiting’s ssage.
"That’s great, see you tonight." Sheng Tang said.
Gu Shiting’s slender, jade-like fingers tapped on the phone screen, replying with a casual "Hmm," but his heart felt like a cup of fine wine, rippling with sparkling waves.
After sending it, he put away his phone and glanced out the window.
The plane trees outside had shed all their leaves, their gnarled branches stretching out, intertwining complexly, shivering in the early winter air.
It was cold outside, but warm inside, and Gu Shiting’s heart felt even warr.
A girl in the class noticed him.
Throughout the previous class, he had cradled his phone the whole ti, the teacher didn’t dare say anything to him.
When the class ended, his phone rang, his face showed no expression, but the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, clearly showing a faint smile.
Boys only act like this when they’re in love.
"Is he dating soone?"
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