About my hopeless brother and sister

When I returned to my seat, my seat was in the last row by the window, which I had occupied myself at the beginning of the school year. If you can understand it, then it's the same in the first row as it is in the last row, and if you can't understand it, it's still the same in the last row as it is in the first row, so there's no need to necessarily have a front row seat.

My tablemate was still asleep on the table, and I squeezed in through the gap between the chair and the wall, and although class was about to start, I wasn't going to wake him up, because if he found the class interesting to listen to, then he would wake up on his own, and if he was bored, then why wake him up at all.

Now you can see why my high school life is a gray area, and maybe you'll say that one day doesn't mean anything, or that it doesn't count as a day. Well, I can say this very clearly.

It's only going to get worse when we get home.

Chapter 2 on my hopelessly perverted sister.

At six-thirty, the bell rang for the last class, and the hallway exploded with frantic footsteps from far and near like an earthquake, the teacher hurriedly accelerated what he was saying, trying in vain to try to finish the last question, but with the effects of food and outside distractions, the students had already begun to pack up and prepare to rush into the cafeteria, so the teacher could only give up and announce the end of class.

As soon as the class was over, the students rushed out of the classroom, relying on speed and skill to grab food is one of the most important lessons learned in high school, it's about survival.

At this point my tablemate finally sat up and stretched, looking like he had stored up all his energy for the night and was ready to rage all night long. He stretched his sore back and lower back from sleeping on the table, opened his mouth, looked around in confusion, then stood up and packed his backpack.

I had finished packing my bag by this time, and looking ahead, Qin Lan was walking slowly towards the cafeteria. It's so elegant not to forget elegance at this time.

I and my table are the only two people in the class who don't study late, and I didn't fill out the school's voluntary application for evening study while my table was simply issued and thrown away. The student council president, my sister, also doesn't study late, so I need to go back and cook for her.

The class teacher approached both of us because of this, and we were assured that we would be in the top 5 in the exams, so I got this right for the time being. I actually think this kind of thing is pointless so there's no need to do it, one's energy is leisurely no need to waste it, one can study anywhere, even better at home.

"Are you going to play tonight?"

I asked at the same table. I shook my head.

"Ah, that's fine."

As a DATA player, I felt that my table really was working as hard as a professional player, I just felt that it would be too tiring to play the game then, and anyway, the game was not very important, so why spend too much effort on it.

"That's nineteen dollars."

Handing over the money, I left the supermarket with the vegetables in my hands. Student Council President... Ah, don't ask me why I'm not called Sister, because I'm not a sister-controlled person, and with this sister's words, I feel like the normal definition of a sister shouldn't be this kind of person, so I feel more comfortable calling myself President.

The chairman has to have a small meeting after school, and every day I need to report to summarize things and then set up the next day's work, the place I'm going back to can't be home, but a two-room house we rented, after all, we live some distance from the high school, and I came here because of Qin Lan.

Living with the chairman, though, isn't anything pleasant, rather, what you find pleasant is painful for me.

So let's start making dinner today, chopping up the greens....

Although I'm a person who is very reluctant to work on things that have no meaning, I don't think that the term meaningless exists if it's food, the dish itself is a craft, and the definition of a craft is that it's very troublesome, however the mental enjoyment that this kind of thing gives when it's made is very good, so I'm willing to put a lot of effort into researching on this kind of thing.

"Clack..."

With the sound of the key turning the lock, I put down the knife in my hand, gathered the chopped greens together and said, "Back at it..."

"Brother!"

As soon as the door was opened, I heard a roar like a lion that had been hungry for days and finally saw food.

Sorry, sorry, I have to apologize to all koala lovers, this koala is far from cute as that tree kangaroo and, well, very heavy.

"Brother brother brother brother brother...let me replenish my brother energy~ Ahahahahahaha! The smell of my brother's body... ahahahaha..."

The would-be president was rubbing up against me like a madman, with a demented grin on his face that would definitely get him arrested by the police. I silently tossed the bowl of greens into the frying pan and silently picked up the knife.

"Yeah, yeah, the sister who loves her brother so much didn't even look at him when she saw him in the hallway."

I picked up the washed mushrooms and chopped them off.

I wasn't angry, I really wasn't angry, and I wasn't preoccupied with that stuff. That kind of thing I could understand, I wasn't angry or anything like that.

The president lifted her head up sharply, her eyes shining with an amazing fear that went deep into her bones, and she hugged me even tighter, rubbing herself against me as hard as she could, yelling, "Ahhhh! I was wrong brother brother brother brother...I would have been unable to stop harassing you if I had taken up with you at that time! My brother had just come out of the toilet and his pants must have smelled! I was wrong, I was wrong, I was really wrong! Don't hate me...please don't ever hate me...yes...yes...I'll make it up to you with my body.... ..."

The president released me sharply and reached up to unbutton his coat....

"I don't want to talk much, I think there are times when tools are more useful than words."

I slowly picked up the chopper, then turned around.

"Yellllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!!!"

I really think so. That's why I was able to finish the dish without any problems.

"Why is it greens with mushrooms...?"

The chairman frowned at the lone plate of fried mushrooms with greens on the very large table, and the bowl of rice in front of him, and looked at me with great dissatisfaction and asked.

I sat across from the president, picked up my chopsticks and grabbed a mushroom.

"Ahhhh... brother brother brother brother..."

The club president reached out and pressed my hand fiercely, then closed his eyes and opened those, cherry-colored lips in front of me that so many young freshman boys dreamed of.

"Eat or roll."

I slammed my other hand away from the hand that was restricting my movement, and the president moved away helplessly, puffed up his face, and complained, "What the hell, it's so cold...and obviously I was told to take off my clothes last night...with me in the bedroom So intense...does it mean that my brother is one of those...what...ah, yes, pride?"

"Next time you try to wear my pajamas and underwear I'll make you see blood."

I took a bite of my food and said lightly.

"But... my brother's clothes smell especially good! Especially the pants!"

The president's face shone with perseverance and dedication, and he said to me gravely with a holy expression like that of a believer preaching. That expression was as righteous as a revolutionary martyr speaking his last words in recent history, and that holy glow made even me feel dazzled.

"...Give me back my pants."

I said how come when I found out this morning that the pants I had prepared were gone, I had to find another pair on the other side.

"Ah...no come on...isn't it normal for a sister to sleep with her brother's pants in her arms...besides brother you won't sleep with me...I have to have a substitute..."

The president lowered his head sadly and seemed to be complaining with a crying voice.

If this had been a few years ago, I probably would have gone soft, but because of these years, I wouldn't have given this guy an opportunity to do anything now.

"The definition of a sister isn't a pervert."

"Shouldn't a brother like a sister! Look at that, I'm in good shape! A lot of boys like it at school, too! Shouldn't a normal brother be silently liking his sister at this point? Why don't you like your sister, brother..."

The president slid from his seat like a snake to the edge of my seat and gently reached out and took my right arm, rubbing against me with a pair of eyes that made a thousand boys yearn to gaze at me with a million different kinds of eyes flowing.

Well, my right hand was wrapped around it, I was used to using my right hand, and well, I couldn't eat now.

"Go away."

I didn't even look back, spitting out two words.

"Cry...why...why is my brother so cold...why is someone else's brother so in love with his sister...what piece of education is wrong..."