About my hopeless brother and sister

For example, Wu Moxie, who was now running on track 2 with her legs as hard as she could and her head up, had her eyes tightly closed and her face filled with pain, she was stumbling but you could really tell that she was doing her best to run.

But what's the use, I watched as the people around her passed her one by one with relaxed expressions and then ran to the finish line, some of them even started walking at the end.

Wu Moxi stumbled over me, which wasn't even as fast as my walking speed, and I watched silently as Wu Moxi ran past me, somewhat wanting to go down and take her away, I guess.

Well, I don't think I need to look, Wu Mo Xi has been eliminated.

There at the finish line, waiting for the contestant's class to pick up their own class and walk back to their class alongside the runner. Needless to say, the ones who ran first naturally, with smiling girls clustering around the winner, walked back with smiles. The other runners who placed first also went back with their classmates amidst laughter. Did I say before, actually, in high school, the ranking of the group life doesn't matter, the important thing is that there will be someone to laugh and cry with you, so that no matter what the result, you won't be sad.

"Wu Mo Xi."

Qin Lan was over there, catching Wu Moxie.

As if wasting away, Wu Mo Xie was paralyzed in Qin Lan's arms gasping for air. Looking at Wu Mo Xi in Qin Lan's arms, I felt that this scene really should be photographed, the two beautiful girls hugging together will make countless gentlemen excited, right, I saw that Wu Mo Xi was almost dragged by Qin Lan, it looked like Wu Mo Xi had reached her limit.

He ran 100 meters under this heat, then participated in 200 meters after a short break, and soon he will participate in 400 meters in the afternoon, and tomorrow he will participate in 1500 meters. Wu Mo Xie's body like this is not going to work.

Qin Lan hugged Wu Mo Xi, she had some effort to support Wu Mo Xi, but now Wu Mo Xi has basically lost the ability to move on her own, Qin Lan herself is not a very strong girl, supporting Wu Mo Xi is a bit too much. However, other than Qin Lan, no one else from the class came.

Boys don't come in order to can say that they don't want to take the blame for touching a girl, accidentally touching something where it's not clear which I can understand. But it's not right for the girls not to come, Wu Mo Xi is taking your place to participate in so many competitions, even if the girls don't feel self-conscious, shouldn't the sports commissioner organize someone to pick up Wu Mo Xi!

I watched Qin Lan laboriously assist Wu Mo Xie to the class side, and looked at Wu Mo Xie's eyes, which were almost dull, Wu Mo Xie had really tried his best to run very hard in the 100m, and even got the second place in the 100m group. But there was barely two or three minutes between the two races, and Wu Mo Xi's stamina was failing in this high temperature, but why didn't the sports commissioner apply to cancel the event!

There wasn't even anyone to receive Wu Moxie.

I took a sip of water and looked at the time, I couldn't leave yet, I wasn't ready for my shift. I could only watch as Qin Lan mixed Wu Mo Xi and walked back to the class side.

I'm very irritated somehow, and I don't think it should have anything to do with the weather.

After watching a few more matches, it was finally my turn to change classes. Seeing the class changers coming over, I jumped off the high platform and headed to the podium.

I wiped the sweat off my body and gulped down a cold mineral water, because the instant intake of cold water made my forehead painful, but the pain could actually have a burst of pleasure, so I understood why I understood the headache and still had to drink it.

But I can't play games right now, I have very important things to do.

I threw the bottle away and walked out of the podium, walking quickly over to my class.

On the way there was the sound of loud talking, the sound of cheering and shouting, the sound of footsteps walking back and forth, the sound of poorly made loudspeakers announcing the next game. All of this is all around my ears lingering like a mosquito I can't kill, the heat is like sticking to my body like mucus to make me sick, I keep my head down and walk quickly, irritated so I hate to want to hit someone.

Why didn't Wu Mo Xi listen to me, why didn't Wu Mo Xi ask me to cancel the match.

Acceptance that doesn't know how to refuse will never command respect, people will never think of her except when she has to need another double ghost.

Wu Mohee shouldn't be like this, Wu Mohee just doesn't know how to refuse, why should Wu Mohee be treated like this by you guys.

It's not fair!

When I arrived at the class, I walked quickly to the end of the class, which was a vacant field. When I looked over from below, I could only see Qin Lan holding Wu Moxi, with Wu Moxi's head on her lap, and fanning Wu Moxi with a book. Wu Moxie had a bottle of water on her head, her chest was rising and falling up and down, and her blush was not normal at all.

The students around him, however, didn't care at all.

Playing with their cell phones, reading novels, even the sports commissioner was chatting with his classmates in front with a happy smile.

I took a deep breath.

My creed in life is that if a thing has nothing to do with me, then I don't care.

But now, I'm going to break my creed for once.

I don't want to defend the fairness of the world.

But.

I want to uphold the fairness of Wu Moxie!

Chapter 21 about my not-so-happy sporting event (II)

For humans, trading this kind of thing can be done with many things, from the beginning with shells and stones to metal coins, and finally to the current complete monetary system where people trade in the world with paper money and coins, and with exchange rates. Even now there is PY trading in the posting...well, this is not mentioned. Countries trade with gold, a traditional but valuable metal, and people trade with each other in more ways than one.

You, for example, have favors.

A favor is a "concept" that has no real value, which means that its return has unlimited possibilities. The biggest difference between a favor and today's currency is this: the value of a favor depends on the other person, not on oneself.

In other words, if the other person feels that the favor is worth nothing, then it will not be returned at all, even if he or she has worked himself or herself to death for it.

On the other hand, if you say you're just raising your hand but making the other person grateful, the return will be a return that makes you grateful.

The value of a favor depends on the other person.

"Do you want to do that, brother?"

The president and I were standing at the end of the hallway in the student union office, the president leaning against the wall with a thoughtful smile on his face, asking me this.

I nodded my head.

The president chimed in, then knocked his head and said, "Ah, how can I put this favor, it's not too big or too small, but if my dear brother made the request, then his dear sister will have to do it. But then, younger brother younger brother younger brother, you should also know that even if you are a real brother, you have to settle accounts, sister is so helpful to you, should you not..."

Seeing that my sister was about to wrap herself around me, I slammed my hand down on her shoulder and pushed her hard against the wall. I looked at her and said through gritted teeth, "Isn't that enough for you? I've been out in this weather for almost two hours all morning! I think it's time for me to ask for compensation instead of you asking for a reward!"

My sister, who was pressed against the wall, grunted delicately, a blush on her face, turned her head away, and whispered, "Nasty...if you wallow...not here...if you get wallowed by your brother...people won't be able to control it..."

"...bullshit."

I looked down as I pressed both of the President's arms, the President was now deliberately thrusting his chest forward, the President's development was exceptional, it was like breaking a piece of foam board, the sides bent down and the middle protruded, the President was now wearing only a thin white shirt, the peaks were now holding up the shirt, almost breaking free of the buttons, and a seductive purple color inside flooded my eyes.

I felt the temperature of my face instantly rise.

I let go of the chairman and measured over my head. In the corner of my eyes was the Chairman's smug smile, counted out again, it was simply impossible to fully control him.

"No wearing purple from now on."

I whispered over the side of my head.

"Huh?"

The would-be president wrapped his arms around me with a bad smile and hugged me, and a warmth came from the sides of my arms, a weird pressure. The would-be president held my arms, reached up and poked me in the face with a bad smile, and asked, "Well? Huh? What did you just say, brother?"

"From now on...no purple."

I looked at the bad smile on the Chairman's face and smacked my arm hard, but I couldn't pull it out at all.

"Huh? Why?...why won't you let me wear it..."

"Ah...it's bad if people see you!" I pulled my arm out hard and yelled.

The council president jumped to the side with an aspirational smile, then rubbed his forehead and said, "Well, my brother's energy has been replenished, so let's get back to business, you want me to de-register Wu Moxie over here, right?"

I nodded my head.