About my hopeless brother and sister

Wu Mo Xie's face blushed red and didn't say anything. Wu Moxi's mother smiled, touched her own daughter's head and said, "Yes, after all, Moxi will be getting married in the future, it's good to learn more about these things. As a girl, marrying a good boy is a happy thing."

"What kind of boy fits my sister's appetite?"

"No...no..."

Wu Moxie blushed and whispered her denial. Wu Moxie's younger brother laughed badly, patted my shoulder and said, "I think Qin Feng is just fine, he's not bad looking, and there aren't any annoying elders in the house, especially if he can cook such delicious food, I'll be able to scrounge up meals after my sister gets married to him!"

"What nonsense!"

Wu Mo Xi's father glared at him, and his brother shrank back and spat out his tongue. Wu Mo Xi lowered his head, almost burying his face into the bowl, not sure if it was because he was shy or because he wanted to laugh.

I'm embarrassed and don't know how to respond, I absolutely can't say that I don't like Wu Mo Xi at this time, otherwise I'll hurt Wu Mo Xi's heart, and I can't admit it, otherwise I'm worried that Wu Mo Xi's father, who's been drinking, will physically hit me. At this time, a smile would probably be good....

But my smile...let's not give anyone else a hard time.

After cleaning up the table, I said goodbye and went out. Wu Moxi nodded and said she would see me off.

When I reached the entrance of the neighborhood, I turned back and said, "No need to see me off."

"Well, I know."

Wu Moxie pinched her skirt and whispered.

But she didn't go back.

So I didn't move either.

Neither of us spoke, keeping an awkward silence, the two of us standing facing each other, it must have been very strange to be looked at like this.

"That... Qin Feng..."

Finally, Wu Moxie spoke up, looked up at me, and

"That...today...today...I'm really happy...to be able to cook with you and stuff...really happy..."

She squirmed and grabbed at her clothes, almost shredding them. She looked at me and stammered.

"Nothing."

I shook my head.

"I want...I want...to be with you...with you forever..."

"Buzz...buzz...buzz..."

Excuse me, Wu Mo Xi, I'll take a call.

Chapter 142 about my incorrigible classmate (3)

"Hoo...hoo...hoo..."

"Qin Feng... Qin Feng... slow down... slow down..."

"Almost there! Hold on a little longer when you're almost there..."

"Hoo...hoo...hoo..."

Wu Moxie braced herself on her knees and breathed heavily as I let go of the hand holding Wu Moxie and pushed open the pitch-black door in front of me. Perhaps it was to prevent a glance inside, so the usual internet cafes used this kind of black door.

As soon as I opened the door, a unique mixture of the smell of smoke and sweat from an internet cafe hit me, along with the soft chirping of computers and the roar of the rising and falling. Everyone was staring at the screen, staring at the battlefield they were fighting on.

"Qin Feng... Qin Feng it's not a good idea for us to be here..."

Wu Moxie was behind me, gripping my sleeve tightly and whispering a little nervously.

"It's nothing, I've been here many times on this side."

I swallowed and evened out my breath, then walked over to the bar, where the webmaster looked at us and said, "If there are two channels, there's no more connected ones."

"No. I hear you have a dOta2 game here?"

"Yes, on the second floor."

The webmaster pointed upstairs and I nodded, pulling Wu Mo Xi and saying, "Go upstairs."

"Is that Xiang Zhe?"

Wu Mo Xi fearfully and curiously surveyed this place full of boys' youth hormones, where every computer had consumed, consumed endless youth, where every sofa chair had held a decadent soul. All of these youths have converged here, wielding their enthusiasm and excitement in the binary world. Our generation is not the lost generation, we are the consuming generation, spending our time, consuming our time in numbers and letters.

These numbers and letters make up not just the textbooks, but these battlefields.

This is not a place to hide dirt, rather, it's a place for the new generation of us, to wield our youth.

"Yes."

I nodded and said, "Just now, Xiang Zhe called me and said that there weren't enough people to participate in the dOta2 tournament here, so he asked me to help."

"Because of that kind of thing ah..."

Wu Moxie muttered a bit annoyed, I sighed helplessly and said, "I didn't know that Xiang Zhe would be so excited, I've never seen him begging me like this, maybe this matter is really important to him, so I ran over here. And, isn't it you who's keeping up?"

"That's true..."

Wu Moxie followed me up the stairs to the second floor, the cheers on the second floor were even harsher than on the first floor, a huge screen was hanging on the wall, a huge stereo was placed right next to the stairs, and the stairs trembled for a moment or two with every kill that came from it. On the other side of the screen was the player's area, a small room that was divided into two parts, and you could see ten people staring at the screen, wishing they could rush into the game and kill like hell.

I took a look at the screen, and the five people on the screen near the guard had already regimented the five opposite sides once, and the five opposite sides had chosen to buy live, so if they were regimented again, it would be a GG. The economic gap between the two sides wasn't really that big, and it was hard to tell when looking at the data, so it was probably because of a small mistake that led to the group being wiped out.

On the opposite side of the screen, there were several rows of untidy little round benches. I saw it at once, Xiang Zhe sat in the front, looking up at the screen, eyes full of envy and longing.

He was wearing a sweatshirt, a very simple black sweatshirt without a zipper, with no decoration, just three big letters on the back.

SUF.

I've never seen this squad, perhaps, from Xiang Chul?

"Hey."

I pushed him and looked at me as if I was relieved to see Zhe and said, "You're here Qin Feng, great, I thought no one would come."

"What's wrong, I only came because I heard you were short-staffed."

I looked around him, there was no one else around him, wearing this simple sweatshirt with the letters SUF on top, he was the only one in the second floor of this still considered a huge internet cafe.

He laughed bitterly and said, "Everyone's got something going on, today, and they're all saying they can't come at the moment."

He gently lifted the four unbudded sweatshirts in his hands, patted the spot next to him, and asked me to sit down. I stood to one side, sighed, and said, "Wouldn't that mean you've been stood up by them? Is this your own squad?"

"Yes, we've been preparing for this city tournament for a long time, and then, they all said something was wrong and they didn't even come today."