Chapter 93



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Seth tugged on his sleeve again. “Cherry, a girl won’t be able to become a boy. You will definitely lose, so don’t accept!”

In a soft and tender voice, Cherry replied, “I have a way to make it.”

Brandon touched his hair and sniffled again. Only then did he walk away with his hands in his pockets.

When he was gone, Sinead hurried over to Cherry. She lifted her chin and said, “Cheryl, you’re in trouble! Your life will definitely be very hard now that Brandon has set his sights on you! What he likes best is making his ‘cronies’ bark like a dog! Tomorrow you’re going to be Cherry the doggy!”.

In the midst of her gloating, puzzlement flashed in Cherry’s big, round eyes and she asked, “But how do you bark like a dog?”

Sinead immediately crouched down, held up her hands like little paws and said, “Woof! Woof!”

Then, she stood up and said, “Like this!”.

Cherry asked again, “What do you mean?”

Sinead frowned and said, “Why are you so stupid?”.

Then she struck the same pose again and imitated a dog again. “Woof! Woof! Woof!”

Cherry smiled and exclaimed, “I see! So you’re Sinead the little dog.”

Sinead, “…”

When she realized that Cherry was teasing her, she burst into tears again with a loud wail.

“…”

The day’s classes ended quickly. In the afternoon, parents came one by one to pick up their children.

When Cherry left the house in the morning, she already knew that Tanya would be the one to pick her up after school, because Mom would definitely be neglected. And sure enough, when she came out, she saw Tanya standing there.

She jumped out, jumped in the car with Tanya and went home with her.

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At the Anderson’s.

The garden took care of the children’s three meals a day, so Cherry, who had already eaten dinner in the garden, didn’t usually eat any more after going home. So, while the rest of the Andersons ate dinner, she hid upstairs and made a video call to Pete.

As soon as the video call connected and she saw her brother, Cherry immediately smiled sweetly and said, “I’ve missed you, Pete!”

Pete was earnestly doing his homework and the background of the video was his study.

He picked up his headphones, put them on and said, “I miss you and Mom too.”

Cherry asked, “In that case, can we switch for a while?”.

Pete, “???”

He was a little hesitant. “Haven’t you started going to kindergarten yet? It looks like the kindergarten uniform is a skirt.”

“But…” Cherry ducked her head and twiddled her thumbs. A grimace appeared on her adorable little face and she said, “Someone is bullying me in kindergarten. He wants me to be his sidekick.”

Pete panicked as soon as he heard that. He said, “I’ll change with you!”.

His younger sister could only follow him and be protected by him. Who was the brat who dared bully his younger sister?

Cherry’s eyes immediately lit up and she threw her brother under the bus without any hesitation. She said, “We have dance lessons every day for the performance during the celebrations, so you’ll have to practice too.”

Pete, “!”

He didn’t want to wear a skirt or dance, but for his sister’s sake? He could only grin and bear it.

Cherry jumped out of her chair and pushed her phone away a little. “Let’s practice the dance moves, Pete!”

“… Okay.”

At the Hunts’ house.

Justin had an important and mysterious meeting later, so he finished all his work early. After dinner, on his way to his study, he passed the door to his son’s small study.

He was on the phone with his son’s psychiatrist. “… Yes, it’s been quite a while since his last relapse. He’s been pretty normal for the last few days. His behavior and so forth are not as strange as before.”

The psychiatrist responded, “In that case, Pete’s condition has probably stabilized. If there is no relapse after a few more days of observation, then perhaps he has recovered.”

Justin let out a sigh of relief.

After hanging up, he slipped into his son’s study to check on him and see if he had encountered any difficulties in his studies.

Upon personally supervising Pete’s studies recently, he discovered that his genius son had returned.

As expected, his utter ignorance in history and math when they were in California was due to psychological reasons.

He gently opened the door to the small study. At first he thought he would see the usual picture of his son sitting at his desk and reading earnestly, but unexpectedly….

Cherry’s adorable voice rang in Pete’s headphones, “Swivel your hips, Pete!”

Pete swung his hips out and twisted them.

“Pete, do this action when the flowers bloom! After that, you must smile.”

Pete’s fingers curled into a delicate pose and he cupped his chin with his hands before he sketched a sweet smile. Afterwards, he asked, “Is that okay?”

“Pete, instead you should say, ‘Is that okay Cherry?’ That’s how I talk, yes!”

With much difficulty, Pete said, “…Okie-Dokie!”

“In a nice way, yes! Adorably, yes! …”

After saying that, he turned and immediately saw Justin standing in the doorway.

The gazes of the man and the boy met, for a while, there was absolute silence in the studio.

Five seconds later…

Bam!

Justin closed the door. It must be because he hadn’t opened it the right way just now.

He turned around, picked up his cell phone and called the psychiatrist. “Looks like Pete…is having a relapse again.”

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On the Andersons.

When Cherry saw that Pete wasn’t moving, she asked anxiously, “What’s the matter, Pete?”

Pete straightened up and was back to his usual expressionless self. He replied, “The tyrant just arrived.”

Cherry said, “Really? It’s been so long since I’ve seen handsome daddy! I miss him so much.”

Pete changed the subject. He asked, “Is there anyone you’re especially good friends with in the garden?”

“Yes, yes!” Cherry got excited at the question. “I’m very good friends with Seth Walker! He’s very handsome, AND he even knows how to answer Math Olympiad questions!”

Pete, “…”

He looked at the Math Olympiad worksheets on his desk. A contemplative look passed over his big eyes that were identical to Cherry’s. He said, “I’ve mastered the dance – shall we hang up for now?”

“Okie-Dokie!”

After hanging up, it was time for Cherry’s live broadcast.

She started a live broadcast. And she saw that her number one fan, Sponsor Grandpa, was already there. Cherry immediately greeted him and said, “Hi, Sponsor Grandpa!”.

Ian’s response was, “Grandpa sent you 9999 planes.”

Cherry let out a giggle. Suddenly, a message popped up on the live streaming interface, “The mid-year live streaming contest is accepting submissions! Come sign up!”

The live streaming platform I was using ran two live streaming contests each year. One was held in the middle of the year and the other at the end of the year. In the contest, two live streamers were pitted against each other, with the winner moving on to the next round. The top ten finalists would win promotional resources and even become part of Facebook’s Top Trends.

Without even glancing at the pop-up message, Cherry immediately clicked “Join.”

All live stream participants were required to fill in their personal details during the registration process. Therefore, the applications were accepted by default.

Cherry did not think much about it and immediately turned on the game interface.

Thus, she did not notice that a member of customer service had sent her a private message: “Hi sweetcherry, this is Kay from customer service at your service. I noticed you signed up for the live streaming contest. I’ll need a photo of you for the entry, can you send me one please?”.

After a few minutes, seeing that he didn’t respond, the customer service staff sent him another message, “Please note that if we don’t receive any response, by default, we will have to use a photo of you during your live stream.”

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