About my hopeless brother and sister

"Huh? What is it?"

Everyone around had already left, and yes, dinner had that power, and even though the food in the cafeteria wasn't great, the students were running to the cafeteria as fast as a fleeing starving man seeing food. In just a few minutes, in the class, there was nothing left but the noise outside and the sound of footsteps in the hallway.

Ah no, Qin Lan had just stood up at this time, her back to us, and was bowing her head to gather something.

I looked at Wu Moxie, a little puzzled. Wu Moxie's head was down, her feet were a bit inside the eights from nervousness, I couldn't see her expression, nor could I guess, what she was going to do.

"Thank you for the ticket..."

Wu Mo Xi gently stood on tiptoe....

Like a butterfly, gently nudging my cheek....

Chapter 131 on my crumbling past and a fresh start.

"So, you think you're handling this thing pretty well. I can, brother, although I thought of this ending, but I didn't think you would actually make this choice."

The president opened the fridge, took out a bottle of Coke and unscrewed it, looked at me and said with a smile, "After all, for you, there are only two options, but I initially thought Qin Lan's chances of winning were better, but you ended up choosing Wu Mo Xi, which really surprised me... but only a little bit, oh. "

I raised my head and said, "Well, maybe... It's just that the moment I saw Wu Moxie take out a hair clip and put her hair up, I felt like I had to vote for Wu Moxie."

"Then can I hear why? No, no, no, no, not that you're watching this action and voting, I just want to know why you think Wu Moxie pinned up his hair and made you make up your mind, what's behind that? Or rather, it was some element in Wu Mo Xi that made you go and pity her."

The president came to me, touched my head and said, "For younger brother, this matter of Wu Mo Xie should be the result of Wu Mo Xie herself choosing an impossible route to success, she took the impossible as a dream and ran as hard as she could like a drug. Normally, brother, you should have slapped her to wake her up. But why did you acquiesce to her madness and even, give her a vote of encouragement? That's not wise for you, brother."

I tore the shredded squid from my hand and stuffed one into my mouth, tasting the faint taste of the sea and the unique chewiness of the squid, and I chewed gently without answering.

Because I didn't really have an answer, I didn't know what was wrong with me. The president was right, I really shouldn't do this. I couldn't give Wu Moxie this hint that it would be wise not to have common sense or even think about it when faced with something I couldn't accomplish, or something that wasn't possible to accomplish. I should have let Wu Moxie come to her senses when she brought this up, instead of dragging it out or voting for her, and my act of pitying her is encouraging her confidence to challenge this kind of thing in the future.

It's not good for Wu Mo Xi, and maybe afterwards, Wu Mo Xi will do the impossible.

By doing this, I was harming her.

Originally, I should have gone to stop her. I should have gone to think like this, but since when did I stop thinking like this? Or since when have I been obeying everything Wu Moxie proposes? No, this isn't the same kind of thing as before, and if this were the past, I would never have agreed to her. But since when did I start obeying her unconditionally?

I should have been a little more dry that day at the drink shop! But at that time I was actually thinking seriously about how to help Wu Mo-hee do it!

Since when did I help Wu Mo Xi unconditionally?

Is that the time to carry her out of the audition?

Or the time her brother talked to me?

Or the time we held hands and she wore a wedding dress?

Or this time, when she bravely showed her face in front of the class?

I don't know, I can't recall.

This is a very serious matter, and perhaps you may think that this matter is nothing, or maybe it is because you saw how brave Wu Mo Xi's heart was hot. This matter if the human body is just a simple thing like vomiting once, but, but, but also must remember, if you vomit for no reason, then it is not to be ignored, it may be a signal, what kind of signal is this? This one is nobody's guess, it could even be a sign of terminal illness ah.

This thing for me was the signal for my life to fall apart.

It's a signal of a terminal illness in my life.

Okay, okay, I'll give my own analysis and I'll stuff down another squidgy thread. First of all, this is something that I've handled very confusingly, or rather, this is something that all the choices I've made have been completely out of my head. My choices were not choices I made after careful consideration, they were impulsive decisions.

No no it's not that I'm unhappy with the decisions I've made, it's more that Wu Mo Xi's light kiss still makes me swoon. But, but, well, let's take our eyes off that kiss, what I care about is why I'm doing what I'm doing. It wasn't normal.

This is indicative of something very serious, something that is capable of tearing my life completely apart.

That is, I'm no longer rational. I'm no longer a completely rational thinker, I've begun to use my emotions to control my life, and the world I usually build with my intellect is, at this point, completely out of my league.

I used to be able to make out directions in a dark pine forest.

Now I would be impulsive at a gesture by someone else.

My brain is no longer rational, my always confident and proud total rationality has been torn apart by my own hands. Instead of thinking, I acted according to my mood, a situation that would have killed me if the past saw me.

"Nah."

I didn't look back and asked the chairman who was standing behind me.

The chairman snatched my shredded squid, stuffed a big handful into my mouth, and blurted out, "Huh? What's the matter? Anything you want to ask? Hurry up, I still have homework to finish."

"Sis, do you think I'm any different now than I was in the past?"

I still didn't look back, looking at the image of the function in front of me, spinning my pencil and whispering. Behind me came the sound of the chairman barfing loudly and chewing squid shreds, it was about my life and my usual attitude towards life, how is that a more important thing, but this scene, I felt like we were discussing what to eat tomorrow night.

"It's no different, if anything it's probably just the fact that you're getting more girls around."

The president tossed the shredded squid wrapper into the trash, clapped his hands, and smiled.

"If you must ask me, it's probably that you're looking better than you used to."

The president reached out and touched my head, I opened it impatiently, don't touch someone's head after eating that kind of food with powder. It's rude and unhygienic.

"My eyes are the same, nothing has changed."

I said impatiently, feeling something wrong, I'm the one who took the initiative to ask the chairman this question, but now I'm impatient and unhappy with him instead. It's like when you go to someone else for advice and they get upset after saying a couple of things. I wouldn't have had such feelings before, but now I'm following them.

"There's been some changes."

The would-be president smiled and crouched down, turning my head around and holding my face, a perfectly delicate face appearing in front of me. Those inky black, delicate, clear eyes measure mine with a smile, and I actually get a little embarrassed when our eyes meet... I can't blame myself! No matter how perverted the chairman is, he's still pretty! Anyone would be embarrassed to have such a beautiful girl holding your face in front of you, right!

"You're embarrassed, brother."

The would-be president smiled a bad smile and squeezed my face hard to keep me from shaking it off.

"I...I'm not!"

I avert my eyes, dead back.

"There, brother, I see it in your eyes."

The would-be president stretched out with a smile, stood up, looked at me, and said, "Did you know, brother? If this was three months ago, and I held your face like this, you wouldn't even bat an eyelid, you would have just beaten me away. But now, you know what? You moved your eyes at least ten times, and your eyes are starting to show your inner feelings, brother. An active pair of eyes is much prettier than a dead pair of eyes."

"No way, my eyes don't change."

"Then what has changed?"

The president sat gently on my lap and reached out to cup my face at a closer distance, looking at me, and I could see my face in those eyes.

I touched my eyes in some confusion, I didn't know, I didn't know I had eyes like that. Rather, I used to have eyes without any emotion this I do know, but how would I know what my eyes look like now? If that's the case, then does that mean that my feelings, are starting to get overwhelming?

No, not so much.

The human eye shouldn't change, or rather, at my age, it shouldn't change. Then, my eyes shouldn't have the ability to express my feelings. In other words, it has nothing to do with my eyes?