About my hopeless brother and sister

Don't be so gentle with me.

Don't be so gentle with me.

Don't touch me so gently.

I'll really, like, cry out ah....

"What's wrong?"

Song Yixin gently parted the long hair hanging down by her ears and slowly, lowered her head...

I gently closed my eyes, no matter what Song Yixin did, I was fine with it. Although I think it would be better to flip our positions and identities over, but then shouldn't we be in the girl's section? But it doesn't matter, right now, it's now, it's me, it's Song Yixin....

"That, President, I seem to have forgotten something...no..."

Well, I know what the first job the intelligence organization under Song Yixin should do, and I know what rumors Song Yixin is most interested in clearing up...or rather, the tide that had already disappeared is about to start a huge wave again.

Chapter 196 - About My Weeping Mo Xi in My Arms

It seems like it's been a long time since I've been to a literary club.

Or what a literary club was supposed to be for me. Or what the place was supposed to be for me, a place I wasn't supposed to like, wasn't supposed to want to be in, wasn't supposed to expect to be in. But here I was, standing in the doorway, wondering how long it had been since I'd been here.

To say that this place was a change for me, I guess it was the beginning of my close dealings with Wu Moxie. This is where I met Wu Mo Xi for the second time, this is where I handed Wu Mo Xi my umbrella, this is where I read a book with Wu Mo Xi, this is where my relationship with Qin Lan has changed. This place, for me, is a more important place?

How can a place be considered significant to a person? A place is a place, this property is added to it by man. The value of a place should be how beneficial it is to mankind, this land is good for homes, this land is good for farming, this land has nothing so let's build a factory. That's why land is classified, sold at different prices, and grows different things.

So, what should a literary agency be for me? It was a room, it was a modest room, it was a room with only two rows of bookshelves and two tables and a few chairs in it, it was a small room that was the most common and most crowded in this school, it was a room with nothing of real value, it was a place that was sorted by a sign by the door.

But this place, however, holds my memories.

Because this place carried my memories, my past, witnessed everything I had done, understood what I had worked for, so this little room, in my mind, it was called the Literary Club.

Today is also a rare day that I don't have anything to do, because those rumors, Song Yi Xin is very headache. In fact, if the two of us didn't have those previous things, this one thing wouldn't have been much of a storm. But because of that incident, Song Yixin and I have been pushed into the limelight again, and Song Yixin and I are now "lovers," and as long as I talk to Song Yixin, Song Yixin's friends will disperse with bad smiles on their faces. Even when Song Yixin made the slightest move towards my class, someone would tipped me off, telling me that Song Yixin was coming to see me.

Although it wasn't something that would affect the student body, it made Song Yixin very irritated, and Song Yixin couldn't be angry in front of them and had to take all the jokes. Song Yixin's life has been disrupted, so in order to avoid any disruption to the Student Council's work, I don't need to be present at this specially called meeting.

I guess Song Yixin wanted the intelligence group to go out and suppress this rumor, but I don't think it will be fruitful, after all, it was one of Song Yixin's intelligence group who started this rumor.

So, now that I don't have anything to do, I decided to go back to the literary club and take a look. Actually, I could have just gone home, but, I still wanted to come here, and I feel like, here, I miss it even more.

So, back to the first question. How long has it been since I've been to the literary club?

It seems that I haven't been to the literary club much since the election started. On one hand, I was busy at that time, and on the other hand, I was a bit embarrassed after I rejected Wu Mo Xi, so I didn't go to the activities of the Literary Club as much as I could, and Wu Mo Xi was also completing the election independently at that time, so there wasn't much activity in the Literary Club for that period of time.

I didn't have much of a chance to go when things got more complicated after I became vice president.

This time, I once again reached out and pushed open the door.

What should I say on the other side of the door?

Hmmm, let me ponder this.

Should I say that it's a repeat of history, or should I say that it's the end of the present? Should this be what the literary club was supposed to be, or should I say the end of the literary club? Is this the beginning of the end of the literary club or the end of the literary club?

Well I know you guys are tired of seeing this kind of talk, and it's not difficult for me to talk about the situation in front of me, but it's not so easy for me.

Because, in the literary club, there is only one person, Wu Mo Xi.

She sat quietly where she would have been, even if no one was around. There were a few books on the table, with a simple bookmark between them, and the young girl sat there alone and beautiful, with no sunset that had ever been, no tea set on the table, no trace of our existence. Only Wu Moxi was alone, only her books, only her clear side face, only her thin and upright figure.

Is this the past of the literary club, or the present of the literary club, and, perhaps, the future of the literary club. No, I should say, this was only one person, the Literary Club.

There was only Wu Moxie, only Wu Moxie's literary club. Should I say that this is the way it was before I didn't meet Wu Moxie, or is this the way it will be after I don't come?

"Ah, Qin Feng, you're here."

When Wu Moxie heard the voice, she turned her head and saw me, smiled, moved a little to the side, and said, "What's wrong? Over at the student council, is everything okay?"

"Well, it's fine."

I composed myself and sat down next to Wu Mo Xi and picked up a book on Wu Mo Xi's desk, it was a beautifully decorated book, in fact, all the books in the school were quite new, some of them didn't even have the layer of plastic film on the outside torn off, because, other than Wu Mo Xi, no one would want to read a book in school.

"Recently, Qin Feng has been having a hard time too."

Wu Moxie said softly beside me.

I was stunned and said, "What's wrong?"

"Because of all the strange rumors and stuff, even I've heard all about... Qin Feng and Yixin..."

Wu Moxi quietly flipped through the pages, looked at the book, and continued, "That... that... I don't know about Qin Feng and Yixin's relationship, but I think that you guys aren't a couple. "

"Well, we're not."

I nodded my head and said. Song Yixin and I were potentially a couple but didn't become one, the same as Wu Mo Xi. I didn't know if Wu Mo Xi knew about Song Yixin's confession, but maybe Song Yixin, didn't tell Wu Mo Xi.

"It really is like that."

Wu Moxie's lips grinned lightly and said, "Qin Feng really did reject Yixin, Yixin is really a bit pitiful. After all, Yixin likes you so much, she confessed to you, right."

"Mm."

I looked at Wu Mo Xi, I used to think that Wu Mo Xi was the best girl to understand, but now I'm a little hesitant, I don't know with what kind of feelings Wu Mo Xi is talking to me like that, why is she talking to me about such things. Wu Mo Xi is also the girl I was rejected, is she like this, is she celebrating, or is it just a simple inquiry.

Wu Moxie turned back, looked at me, smiled slightly, and said, "I'm not gloating oh, I just feel that Yixin is really a bit pitiful. But there's nothing wrong with this kind of thing, Qin Feng. The last time my brother did something bad to you, I've already told him, but I should still apologize to Qin Feng."

"Ah, your brother told you?"

"Well, I scolded him, and anyway, there's nothing wrong with that one thing, Qin Feng."

Wu Moxie lowered her head slightly, although there was still some laughter in her words, but I think she doesn't want to laugh anymore. She looked at her knees and said, "There's nothing wrong with Qin Feng, after all, I'm the one who confessed to Qin Feng, and the fact that I like Qin Feng and Qin Feng likes me are two different things. I can understand that, I don't blame Qin Feng, really. I've never thought of it that way... Qin Feng, Qin Feng, don't blame me, really..."

Hey, hey, Maiden, you're getting weird. I don't know what you're talking about, I don't quite understand what you're trying to say. Wu Moxie's voice started to have a sob in it, she raised her right hand and gently wiped her eyes, I sat beside her with my hands and feet, not knowing what to do in the slightest.

"Wu Moxie?"

I gently pressed Wu Moxie's shoulder, Wu Moxie's body shook violently with the pain and sadness of its owner, in fact, I rarely see Wu Moxie like this anymore, this is what the past Wu Moxie looked like, this is what the present Wu Moxie looks like, but I hope that this will not be the future Wu Moxie.

"Don't... don't hate me because I confessed... I really... I really... still want to be friends with Qin Feng..."

Wu Moxie raised her head fiercely, gripped my arm tightly, and rushed into my arms crying loudly.

"No, I'm not blaming you or anything... I've never thought anything of it because of this, I didn't stop thinking of Wu Mo Xi as a friend because of this, in my heart, Wu Mo Xi has always been a good friend ah."

"Liar! Liar! Liar!"

Wu Moxi's roar was laced with weeping, her hand gripping my arm so tightly she wouldn't let go, my arm feeling the desperate pain of a young girl. Everything I wanted to say was stuffed by Wu Mo Xi, Wu Mo Xi was just crying desperately in my arms, wiping her tears on my chest shirt.