About my hopeless brother and sister

My cousin frowned at me and grabbed my hair reluctantly and said.

"No, I don't have a girlfriend either, I just have a lot of things to do."

I sighed, I didn't want that either, I wanted to spend my weekends staying at home and just watching my cousin pamper me, for me doing nothing at home was what I wanted for my weekends. But no, I felt like my weekends were cursed, as long as they were weekends, there was always someone or some reason I couldn't refuse to get me out.

"With girls?"

My cousin forced my head to my chest and pressed my face against the young girl's not-so-full peaks. I realized in a flash why a bunch of gentlemen are poor breast controllers, the reason being that burying your chest doesn't feel like choking! Not like the fear that I couldn't breathe at all when I was being held by the Chairman.

"Well..."

This time this um was the result of my inability to speak.

"So nasty..."

"Why..."

I helplessly got out of my cousin's arms and stood up, looking at my cousin, who was a head shorter than me, and her still confused, but somewhat dissatisfied face, I couldn't help but reach out and touch her face, then said, "Go to bed first, you still have two hours of sleep before you go to school. Lately, your cousin is going to be busy with the Olympiad, so I'll have to get up early to cook her dinner."

"Well...you're still really on top of things cousin...but lately, cousin has been having a hard time too...you're all so busy! . it's making me a little lonely."

My cousin lowered her head, sounding a little sad. I was stunned, the last time I went to see the chairman, which was when I was hit by a tennis ball, I was going to tell her that my cousin was going to live at home for a month, which meant that we were her guardians for the duration of the month. Reasonably, we have to go to take care of our cousin, not only to satisfy her daily food and drink, but also to consider her mental state, and as a result, because we have a lot of things to do, yesterday's cousin, was one in the house.

Ah, yes there is one thing I didn't say, when I returned last night, I found that the chairman was really not there, she really went to school to take classes to learn Olympiad. I didn't think she was really busy, but even if she was, she couldn't just give my phone number to anyone and invite me into a mess!

Alone at home, I suppose, very lonely.

"I'm sorry."

I reached out my hand and touched my cousin's head apologetically. My cousin didn't move, but hugged my waist. A small, furry head rubbed against my chest, and my newly awakened, somewhat bushy hair rubbed against my chin, making me itch a little. However, the slight scent of my cousin's hair also reached my front, and it was very, comforting.

"Said oh, this weekend, to stay with me."

My cousin said on my chest, in a jar.

"Um... I can't this weekend, I'm going to the city gym, but if you want to go, I can take you with me."

"Yeah?! Then since cousin is going, I'm going too!"

My cousin smiled at my chest and then let go of me and smiled brightly in front of my face.

I couldn't resist reaching out and squeezing her face, then I said, "Go to bed, I have to go to school."

"Mmm!"

My cousin suddenly stood on her tiptoes, kissed me lightly on the cheek, and then happily ran into what used to be my now-her room. I was left touching the kissed spot in confusion.

Going to school early didn't really do any good or harm anymore. I'm a person who lives a rather rhythmic life, but my pace is slower and there's very little going on. For me, this early in the morning is something that is destroying my rhythm. But I can't help it. The chairman of the board is trying to prepare for the Olympic Games, and I have one more class in the morning and one more class in the evening, so in order to take care of her, I also have to have an early class.

But if it's forty-five minutes, it makes absolutely no sense for me to go back to sleep. So that's how early I got to school. The front door of the school wasn't even open, it was just a small door, and not only was there no teacher on duty inside, there wasn't even a student council, so if I wasn't going to wear my school uniform from now on, I would just get up early. What a great way to avoid it.

What if you want to avoid inspection?

It's easy, just get it done before the check comes.

Getting up early for a dress is a stupid act I'm not going to do.

The front door of the school building wasn't even open, so I'd have to take the side door.

I yawned, tightening my body, which was shivering a bit from the early morning cold, and walked over to the side door. The whole school was very empty, not a sound at all, a complete change from the usual hustle and bustle of the day. Where was the best place for a horror movie, as someone once said? It's not about museums and art galleries, but about schools, hospitals, or places where there are usually a lot of people and a lot of noise, and when such places are suddenly deserted, it makes one feel creepy.

However, at this time, I was so sleepy that I wouldn't even have any fear.

When I reached the side door, I could see the playground behind the school building. And now, in addition to the sunlight, there was a rhythmic sound, the sound of an elastic deformation of an elastic object hitting a hard object....

Well, it was the sound of the ball hitting the wall.

I turned around and saw, by the side door, a man, facing the wall, swinging a racket.

Yellow and green tennis balls were flying through the air, the man in a sweatshirt, his short black hair waving in the early sun, as sweaty as the man was, as hard as the man worked.

That person ran left and right in front of the wall, the rhythmic sound of the ball and racket crashing and colliding with the wall. The sound of her footsteps and gasps spread with the sound.

A tennis ball hit the ground instead of the wall, and it bounced a few times and rolled to my feet.

I looked down to pick up the tennis ball and looked at her.

"Ah, it's you."

She straightened up and looked at me, wiping the sweat from her face with the towel around her neck, and greeted me with a gasp.

"Ah...um, good morning."

Song Yixin looked at me and gave a faint smile. I looked at her awkwardly with that tennis ball still in my hand, I didn't think I'd meet someone I knew so early in the morning, and for a moment I didn't know what to say other than say hello.

The two of us kept the awkwardness for a bit.

Song Yixin smiled, then held out her hand to me and said, "Give me back the ball."

I let out a sigh of relief, then tossed the ball to her. She reached out and caught it, but didn't continue to play, but looked at me, smiled, and said, "Yesterday, you went shopping with Siqi, didn't you. Wasn't it still mistaken for a couple."

When she said the last sentence, the smile on her face was a bit mocking.

"Ah...well...but we're not a couple."

Hey hey hey, what say between you girlfriends! There's nothing to say about such things, is there? It's a joke or a show-off, it's not a good thing to say such things no matter what tone you use!

"Oh, don't be like that, I don't think you guys can be together after just knowing each other...but...Sigi she's...well...what can I say..."

She looked away from my face and she looked at the wall she was supposed to be practicing on, and she couldn't stop talking.

I didn't know what she wanted to say, or even what it meant to me that she was saying it. But wouldn't it be even more awkward if she didn't say anything and I didn't ask?

"So, do you have to come to training this early every day?"

I hesitated, looking at her and asking.

"Huh? Oh, well."

She seemed a little confused as if I had woken her up in thought, then nodded, smiled, squeezed the tennis ball in her hand, and said, "It can't be called training, can it, it's just a matter of making sure you don't lose your touch, but aren't we getting ready to play a match recently?"

"Are you trying to prepare for the race?"

"That's not true, I've been coming every day. But lately, be more attentive."

She looked at the tennis ball in her hand, smiled bitterly, and then said, "It's an easy match for Siki, I guess, but for me, it's something to take seriously. But, for Sigi, she's not even serious."

"Could it be that you're taking it too seriously?"