About my hopeless brother and sister

His solemn figure was like that of a devotee, and his movements were gentle and sacred, as if he were doing the most sacred and glorious thing in the world. At that time, the self who never hated anything so much.

However, the Qin Feng who was so gentle, who worked so hard, was hurt countless times countless times. He completed his task, he enthusiastically helped the class do their work, but no one was willing to do it except for him, and if he was the only one doing something, it would never be completed, and those people didn't feel guilty in the slightest, and the teacher's criticism was always given to Qin Feng alone. Because, it was Qin Feng who didn't complete the task.

The current Qin Feng who didn't want to work as a team, the current lazy Qin Feng, the current Qin Feng who didn't want to help others, were all caused by these people who had no sense of responsibility.

Would you complain about working for the sun? Do you find it painful to do things for the people you love? Do you find yourself irritated doing things with the best people in the world? Of course not, that period of time, when one thought that they were working for Qin Feng, they couldn't feel tired.

Himself, working hard for Qin Feng, had no regrets.

Myself, in elementary school, confessed to Qin Feng. At that time, Qin Feng didn't seem to understand this kind of thing very well, but, still, he agreed. I didn't know what a so-called lover should be like, but, as long as Qin Feng could be by my side, I was happy enough.

At that time, the time spent with Qin Feng was just as good, whether it was before or after the relationship. Qin Feng's companionship was worth a fortune. Qin Feng's side face and tenderness were his own best treasures. After he left the country, he had met many so-called high-achieving students and many so-called perfect men. However, every time they confessed to themselves, they would remember, Qin Feng's side face.

Self, wanting to be with him, self wanted to be with Qin Feng every single day, self longed to be reunited with Qin Feng every single day. On the one hand, I really like Qin Feng, on the other hand, because Qin Feng's side, that is always present in a single ponytail figure, let yourself worry too much, although I said I left with "good friends can't steal each other's things" "I have been dating Qin Feng, Qin Feng will not accept you". "This excuse tied up the good-looking Qin Lan for a bit, but one knew that Qin Lan would definitely not be tied up for long, so if one went back late, most likely, one would see that the two of them were already together.

Qin Feng was actually very easy to strategy, as long as the conditions were similar, and Qin Feng confessed his love, Qin Feng would accept. Qin Lan was his childhood sweetheart, and had spent no less time with him than himself, and didn't have to know each other any less than he did. Moreover, Qin Lan, again, had always, liked Qin Feng. If these two were together, themselves, there would be no point in living at all.

One was born for Qin Feng, one lived for Qin Feng, and one served for Qin Feng. I don't know since when this had been the meaning of one's life, one worked for Qin Feng, one worked for Qin Feng's smiling face, and relied on Qin Feng so that one could live according to the plan.

If one said that without Qin Feng, one's entire world would have no meaning, and the world that one had shaped because of Qin Feng would completely collapse in an instant. What else would a self like that be able to do? Apart from Qin Feng, the outside world would not welcome itself at all, and without Qin Feng, it would be exposed to the storm, itself, being nothing.

He needed Qin Feng, and Qin Feng was as indispensable to him as air. His own present was given by Qin Feng, the meaning of his own life was Qin Feng, and he, himself, could never allow, Qin Feng to leave.

So you came back, you came back when Qin Feng could still choose himself.

I just didn't expect that there would be so many girls around Qin Feng.

What would be the chances of winning on your own? Although it was said that they were childhood sweethearts and that myself and Qin Feng had been together, but that was only a child in the past, after all, and no one would even acknowledge their feelings at that time, right? You seem to have a better starting point than all of them, but, in reality, your own starting point, instead, was even lower. I would have to re, leave traces in Qin Feng's heart.

Perhaps, he would really lose.

"Yiran, Yiran, Yiran? Wake up! Wake up!"

There was a somewhat rude jostling sensation in her back and shoulders, and she slowly opened her eyes, her aching back and back groaning anew. Straightening himself up, he rubbed his eyes, one of the papers he had written halfway through was still stuck at the moment he was ready to take a break, and one of the words was still only half written. The coffee that was going to be refreshing was cold by this time, and myself, how long had I been asleep for about?

"Sorry dad, I fell asleep...I'll hurry up and finish so don't worry."

Standing up on his already somewhat stiff legs, he bowed deeply to his father in front of him in a suit with a badge, not wanting this to instead give his back and back a moment of comfort. But his own confused brain was a bit congested from the sudden action, and he almost didn't stand still and fell on the table.

Uncle Lin looked at his daughter, looking at her face that was still dipped in ink notes, it should be the ink is not completely dry, this fatigue of the head smashed directly on the document. His own daughter's eyes were almost unable to open at this time, but she was still using coffee and functional drinks to force herself to open her eyes and write these things.

As a father, how can you not be heartbroken when you see your daughter, who should still be in her school uniform, wearing her workplace clothes, destroying her young body with functional drinks and caffeine? But here he was, not a father, but a manager of a company that had every screw in it.

"If you're tired, take a break."

It was herself, who had made her daughter like this, herself, who had destroyed the girl's life. She never complained, never regretted, and never cared about gain or loss, she only wanted one thing, but that one thing, she couldn't get it no matter what.

She wanted Qin Feng.

Lin Yiran stood up with her forehead covered, smiled, shook her head and said, "Europe is still waiting for data, I need to finish it as soon as possible, the situation on that side is very bad, maybe we should all consider if we should pull out of there."

"What do you think, Yiran, do you think, we should pull out of Europe?"

Yiran lowered his head, his fingers tapping rhythmlessly on the desktop, those slender fingers should have been playing the most gorgeous music in the world, but at this time, they were tapping on the keyboard, calculating a bunch of intricate numbers.

"No, that side is where we can't give up, and if we do, we'll have to maintain the company as it is. But I think we still have room to expand. If we can't enter Europe, we're doomed, and will be reduced to a small business."

Lin Yiran shook his head firmly and said, "We'll make it, it's just a tug-of-war, please don't worry, I'll do everything possible."

"So, can you make a trip to Europe?"

Uncle Lin looked at Lin Yiran and asked gently.

Lin Yiran's movements were fiercely startled, and she looked at her father dumbfoundedly, as if she didn't understand what his father had said, the brain that could deal with complex financial issues, but couldn't handle, such a phrase.

"Dad, what are you, what do you mean?"

Lin Yiran's lips, twitched twice, and his blue eyes, flickered with a hint of unease.

"Here, isn't there already, no point for you to stay?"

Uncle Lin touched his daughter's head and sighed.

Lin Yiran lowered his head and didn't speak, looking at his toes.

Himself, really, was there no hope?

Himself, that time, was just, well, too anxious, I guess. Maybe, myself, still, there's hope.

Maybe there are times when this hope is a poison, when it is clear that leaving is the best option. After being rejected once, getting a positive answer is almost no longer fungible, unless a miracle happens.

But don't human beings, like moths to a flame, want this ethereal miracle?

"No, Father, I'm here, I'm not leaving yet."

Chapter 183 about my ex-girlfriend who was on the verge of a breakdown.

The matter of Chairman Song had finally come to a happy ending. That cousin's mother knelt in front of Song Yixin's parents, hoping that the matter would end privately. But Song Yixin's father didn't give face to his sister, and when confronted with the child whose face had been burned, Song Yixin's father sent him to the police station.

The evidence was overwhelming and all the witnesses were present. Also, he's past the age of the Minor Scum Protection Act...ahhh, the Minor Protection Act. So, it's probably going to be time to take a good look inside the iron wall and think about the meaning of his life. That previous incident was a misunderstanding, but now, Song Yixin was really attacked by a rapist.

Song Yixin's parents thanked me for this, and even wrote a letter of thanks and sent it to the school. This changed me from a boy who had maybe raped Song Yixin once to a protective knight who protected Song Yixin. Although I really didn't like the feeling of people pointing fingers at me, I couldn't say anything about this incident.

However, ever since this incident, whenever Song Yixin and I appear together, there's basically all kinds of talk behind my back.

As much as I want to quit my job. But there's no one I can cross paths with. The important thing is that there's no one I can trust, and I'm not good about giving the vice chairmanship to someone else. The relationship between her and Song Yixin is slightly problematic, Wu Mo Xi is inexperienced and I'm not very confident in her. Song Yixin's good friend Li Siqi has to support the tennis club by herself because Song Yixin went to the student council, in fact, our school's tennis club is very weak, basically there is no one who can play except Li Siqi and Song Yixin, at this time get rid of Li Siqi as well, the tennis club will be finished.

I'm not forgetting anyone else, but Lin Yiran wasn't a consideration from the start.

If you want to say why, it's because right now I'm accompanying Lin Yiran who's sleeping in the school nurse's office. I still have a bandage wrapped around my hand, and no, this isn't history repeating itself. This time wasn't the last time, Qin Lan wouldn't have killed out and Wu Mo Xi wouldn't have suddenly come here to tie a bow on my hand.

This one was an accident.

Today's gym class was a test of the men's 1000m and women's 800m, and there was only one gym class in the school's playground. It was said to be a test run, but that's a not-quite-appropriate abbreviation I gave it, the full title should be the National Physical Fitness Test for elementary and middle school students, and we had to test seated pronation, running and vertical jump.

Compared to the 1000m run, the other items were really not that difficult, so I automatically ignored those items, and the only thing that could be called a "test" for me was the 1000m run. Very little time to play tennis. So it might as well kill me to run 1,000 meters.

I actually think it's the most pointless thing ever, and everyone actually knows it's pointless. It's just a top to bottom self-deception thing. It keeps saying all the time that it's important to focus on physical education and to make sure that students have some kind of excellent physique balalbalabala. But in reality? Gym class is still so much and so often taken up. How much do you get to exercise on a regular basis? You wake up at 5:30 a.m. and don't get home until almost 10 p.m. You get students up at 4 a.m. for morning practice? Running at 12:00? Saturday and Sunday will also take up a day, the rest of the day only the brain sick people will exercise it, I'd rather stay in bed for a day.

The body is not something that can be built up over a month and a week, but rather an accumulation over a long period of time. But we have not been accumulating since we were young, and we have been taught to study hard, but at this time we are asked to come up with good sports results, which is not to give the horse grass to eat but also want the horse to run?

Most importantly, the point of physical exercise should also be asked for my opinion, is it interesting that such things are still mandatory? Some people just don't like to exercise, so why should that be forced? It's not like everyone wants to run, so why do we even have to be controlled by others over our own bodies?

I was full of whining and frustration, but I was still standing on the runway. With an expression of fearless despair, it was like stepping onto the guillotine. But I'd rather step on the guillotine now, and the guillotine is only a moment, but the pain and the smell of blood all over my mouth after the run isn't a moment, and the lactic acid will torture my legs again when I get up the next day, and I feel like I've died once after every sports test.

The boys and girls were running together because of the timing.

After the start of the run, half a lap later, all of them were divided into three batch teams. The first team was the regulars at the games, or the boys who were already athletic and would run at the front of the pack with their athletic strides. The second group was the second team, these were the boys who didn't usually play sports, but who were pretty fit. No, there are also girls, for example, Qin Lan is among these people, to be honest I can't understand this about Qin Lan in particular, Qin Lan is even lazier than me, but she is just extremely physically fit! It's not scientific!