About my hopeless brother and sister

So if you think along these lines, if your eyes don't change, what changes, is my heart.

My feelings, gradually increased.

"Sister, do you think this is a good thing for me, or a bad thing?"

I didn't push the pervert off, not that I didn't want to, but I thought I should push her off after I asked her.

The president seemed to notice this very dangerous thought of mine and she jumped up, walked behind my chair, touched the back of my chair, and said, "If you're going to ask me if it's good or bad, then of course it's good for me in this case, because I can see what my brother is thinking. If it's good for my brother, it's good, to a certain extent. After all, brother, you must also know that the world, which is not made up entirely of reason, is better with feelings, right?"

"I can't pretend I didn't hear the first sentence, thank you I think it would be better to return to the past."

That's all I can say about that, life isn't gal, I don't have any save and load, I'm moving forward in time and I don't have much of a chance to go back. What's past is forever past, what's changed is forever changed, I'm not going to be able, to revert back to the way I was.

The president smiled heartlessly, standing behind her chair and watching me, I watched her, the light shining down, her dark hair blocking part of her face, the light and shadows on her smiling mouth, a hint of loneliness and loneliness. She stood there, her slender figure fading onto the floor, her face, the black shadow seemingly not hair, but rather the etchings of years dipped in the salt water of wind and dust and drawn out.

I stood up and walked over to the chairman, my head bowed slightly as I looked at him. It had always felt like the chairman was looking down at me, and I was used to being looked down at by my sister, but now I suddenly realized that I was, now, looking down at my sister. From this angle, I could see the vicissitudes of the Chairman's upper grin.

I gently reached out and brushed the Chairman's long hair, murmuring quietly, and I wasn't sure if I was asking myself, or the Chairman, "Am I changing too, slowly?"

"Rather, you've been changing, but you've been resistant to change before."

The would-be president reached out and gently embraced my waist, rubbed his head against my chest, sighed, and said, "We're all changing, brother, whether we want it or not, our world, our years, our relationships. While some changes are unwanted and some are unacceptable, we are still changing. We are all changing, brother, and you cannot stand alone. So, it is good that you are now aware of your changes, and after that, you should be able, more than now, to handle things without needing me. It is really a good thing that you have changed, brother, don't worry, don't be afraid, your life will change, it will become different from what you thought before, but you should also know that if life is planned, then others can easily ruin your life, the most fascinating thing about such a thing as life, is its uncertainty, isn't it?"

"Are you telling me that you've been sabotaging my life until now?"

"Huh? I thought you knew all about it."

We both looked at each other, at the familiar, yet strange, one in each other's eyes, and then, laughed softly.

"Your smile, brother, has gotten a lot better, too."

The would-be president ruffled my hair vigorously with some happiness and said, "Don't worry about the next thing, brother, I'm sure that you can handle it well. However, you must also remember that I will always be here. Always will always be here, and I will never leave."

"You've said that before."

I looked at the chairman and whispered. That's what you said at that time in Lin Yiran. We both said that we wouldn't leave each other. We'll never leave each other, and maybe I can indeed handle everything after that, but I still wish that this pervert would stand behind me with a bad smile on her face.

Because she's my sister.

"Dead pervert..."

I muttered under my breath, gently reaching out and wrapping my arms around the dead pervert's waist.

My sister grinned noiselessly and rubbed my hair gently, whispering.

"Brother, I love you...but it's the family version oh."

Even if it's the lover's version I'd say no, no need to add clarification.

I'm not sister control.

Chapter 132 about my forced voluntary invitation.

I didn't get up early the next day, perhaps my brain had recognized that I was now not on vacation but on a normal school day, and adjusted to the fact that I could already get up at the appointed time with almost precision. So I walked into school mixed in with most of the students.

Well, there's still no need to wear a school uniform, so there's nothing that that pervert can keep me behind, so I whistle my way past her, the feeling, so exciting.

Although the main door was already open at this time, I still used to walk to the side door, but I realized as I was walking over that the girl who was waving here should be gone by this time.

I'm curious to know if she's changed her mind about me or something. Even though I haven't done anything...isn't that a bit greedy of me? How about doing nothing to get people to change their minds about me or something?

Walking to the classroom, Qin Lan has arrived, why has Qin Lan gotten up so early lately? She was still sitting so demurely, as solemn and holy as a nun waiting for people to come to confession. She opened her eyes, saw me, smiled slightly, and greeted, "Good morning, Qin Feng."

"Well, good morning."

I nodded, then walked over to her and hesitated. Yesterday, she asked me to give her the food, but should I give it to her today then? This is not a habit after all, it's a thing that I just carried out yesterday that I don't even know if I should or shouldn't, will today's Qin Lan be the same as yesterday?

"Well? What's going on?"

When she noticed me stopping beside her, she turned around and looked at me, her smile was far brighter than the morning sun. I paused and said, "Um...nothing..."

If Qin Lan didn't want it, it would be the same as in the past.

"I want to say... my rice..."

With a mischievous tongue, she stuck out her hand to me.

"Ah..."

It looks like we'll all have to do something so ambiguous in front of a lot of people from now on. This matter was only known by the club, but now all the people already know that Qin Feng will cook for Qin Lan every day, and according to Xiang Zhe, someone has already started asking Qin Lan in the group if we're a couple, and Qin Lan will reply every time with a very ambiguous expression of silence.

It's a bit awkward... I've actually become a figure in the limelight now, but this matter feels darker and darker to me. Also, if I explain things randomly, it's very easy to hurt Qin Lan... How many male protagonists die this way? Moreover, my relationship with Qin Lan is unstable in itself, and even more shaky because of Qin Lan's personality, it's better, not to make any unilateral decisions.

When I returned to my seat, I glanced at Wu Mo Xi who was sitting on the seat and reading a book with his head down, I felt that Wu Mo Xi had changed a little, but, I wasn't quite sure what was changing. The early morning sunshine equally spread all over her body, outlining Wu Moxi's serious and slender lines. I was dumbfounded to look at Wu Mo Xi, this scene is really very peaceful, even if it is the end of the world outside, she will still be here, silently read on.

Wu Moxie seemed to notice that I was looking at her and turned her head, looking at me.

In this instant, when the sunlight spreads on her face, I understand in a flash where Wu Mo Xi has changed.

Wu Mo Xie, put her bangs, and set them aside. Once she was able to cover her eyes with her bangs, then she shortened it a bit, but now, she was able to, completely brush it away.

"Good morning, Qin Feng."

She looked at me and greeted me with a voice that wasn't too big or too small.

"Ah...um...oh...good morning."

I looked at Wu Mo Xi's face and replied as emotionless as an electronic synthesized voice. Wu Mo Xi smiled shyly, two blushes in the reflection of the sunlight, she slightly lowered her head and whispered, "Don't look at me so directly ah... I... I'm a little embarrassed ah ......."

"Ah, um, sorry, sorry... but, Oh Mohee, you took the hair, and you set it..."

Wu Moxie raised her head and looked at me, her thin lips raised a beautiful curve, nodded her head vigorously and said, "I, I think it's better looking this way..."

With a refreshing smile, Wu Moxie gently ran her left hand through her bangs, the sunlight reflected in eyes that were not usually easy to see, eyes that were as deep and kind as her name, this time, shining with a pleasant and confident light. Just like the bright Sirius in that sky.

"Well, that's how I feel too."

I looked at Wu Moxie and replied softly, afraid of scaring the winged butterfly.

However, it seemed that I was overthinking it, now this butterfly was able to fully spread her gorgeous wings under the sun, and she was already able to dance her chapter proudly among the flowers. I looked at Wu Mo Xi, in my heart, silently appreciated my language ability, Wu Mo Xi, is really a butterfly.

Now, she has broken out of her cocoon.

The class was still basically the same, except that the person who maintained discipline had changed from a boy to a girl. The smile when she stood up to maintain discipline, I always felt that if anyone disobeyed Qin Lan would break anyone's neck. I'm not the only one who thinks so, as long as Qin Lan opens her mouth, the class will be silent.

It still wasn't much fun when it came to class, even though I had made up my mind to listen well during winter break, I still couldn't listen when it came to class. Well, I also knew that most of the things I said during the holidays didn't make any sense, so I wasn't ashamed of it. Such meaningless things are not worth feeling sad about, and it was with a self-deprecating attitude that I went back to remembering the vow I made with three seconds during the holidays.

Indirect smugness, persistent muddling through.