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“Continue…”
[Location: Water Park.]
[Simulation Points consumed: 650.]
[Simulation begins.]
[“Xixi, be good, this is a game for kids. How can Dad participate?”
You tilt your clever little head, and in the next second, you look a bit proud as you say, “I want to play with Brother too, but Brother has never been on a water slide…”
“Who said I haven’t…! Even if I haven’t, it shouldn’t matter, right?”
“Alright, Brother, you said it! Don’t cry if you get all wet!”
You both join the competition, but you are eliminated.
You don’t win that beautiful keychain prize.
But you are both very happy, and you promise to come back here every year until you win that keychain.]
“I’ve missed so much…”
[But in the end, he still left.]
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“Continue! Let me continue!”
“Why!”
[Location: Your room.]
[Simulation Points consumed: 10,000.]
[Insufficient Simulation Points. Unable to begin simulation.]
“Why! Why does it need 10,000 points!”
“My room!”
“What happened!”
Yao Xi suddenly felt waves of coldness. She hadn’t meant to.
She hadn’t meant to…?
Could you please not call me ‘little sister’? It’s disgusting!
So, the ending was already decided from the very start.
The one who refused, was her.
They all say her condition has gotten worse.
Before, she just covered her room with photos of Lin Mo, so many it made anyone’s scalp tingle. Even their class teacher didn’t dare visit her home, afraid of having nightmares.
Later, things escalated.
Lin Mo had already transferred schools. The long-repressed delinquents often gathered in small groups at the school gate, holding cigarettes and bragging about who they’d beaten up that day. They swore they’d set up a gang one day, called Qingyi Tianxia, Class Eight Thirteen Dragons.
On the second day after it was founded, the Seventh Dragon came crying to their Boss of Qingyi Tianxia, bawling, “Boss! Boss! Someone beat me up! She even told me not to hang around the school gate anymore, said we’re ruining the city!”
“Who was it! So bold! Daring to touch someone from Qingyi Tianxia! Has she got a death wish? How many people were there?”
“J-Just one,”
“One, and you ended up like this? What kind of person? Where’s she from? Bald Boss?”
“N-No, not bald,”
“Boss, I’ve hit a snag! Her hair is super long, but she’s crazy tough! I know it sounds weird!”
“How long?”
“To…to her waist,”
“Huh? What? Has the wind shifted?”
“N-No,”
Brother Long squinted, cigarette dangling from his lips, and looked at Seventh Dragon: “Don’t tell me the other party is a girl.”
Seventh Dragon’s face turned red, and he stammered, “Brother Long, I wanted to surprise you!”
“What surprise?”
“You guessed right! Are you surprised?”
“Screw you!”
“You drop to Eleventh Dragon, down four ranks!”
“Let’s go! Show me who she is! How dare she mess with Qingyi Tianxia!”
Before the Boss could go, he saw a huge group rushing over from not far away, at least a dozen people. At a glance, the leader of Qingyi Tianxia’s eyes grew wet, and a melody started playing in his mind.
Let’s forget right and wrong, let’s remember the past, even the days of hardship together always had their joys, never believing in despair, never feeling hesitation, striving in beautiful dreams, fighting hard every day, through wind and rain…
All the brothers had come!
“Qingyi Tianxia! The best!”
“Out of the way! Don’t block the road! Those two idiots in front!”
In the wind, Qingyi Tianxia’s boss was a mess.
The Boss was about to explode, but then he noticed, among the ranks—number two, three, four, five, six, eight, nine, ten… a small figure was chasing behind them.
He was about to ask who it was, when the next second the Boss’s mouth dropped so wide he could swallow an egg.
He saw the small figure leap into the air, and with a flying kick, knocked down a whole group…
Qingyi Tianxia’s Boss felt his eyes grow wet again.
Turns out, the brothers weren’t ignoring brotherhood. It was precisely because they valued it that they pretended not to know First Dragon and Seventh Dragon.
This kind of brotherhood, Boss remembered! Boss will treat you all to spicy hotpot!
“Boss!!”
Damn you! No one in this life is really loyal!
“This classmate, could you please tell me the formula for perimeter…”
“I’m just here to measure the psychological shadow area…”
Lin Mo had left, but he left behind a little sister who was even more formidable than he was.
Such a good girl—how did she turn out like this?
Even the others thought Yao Xi seemed to be living in a constant knot, but she herself didn’t seem to mind at all.
She would write LM’s initials on every single page of her textbooks.
When the class held a ‘My Dream’ theme meeting, while everyone else talked about becoming doctors or teachers, she stood on the podium and said, “My dream is to wait for Brother to come back, so I can pack his schoolbag for him every day, just like he used to do for me.” Her tone was so serious that the whole class went silent until the Class Teacher wrapped up her speech.
When the class formed Learning Groups and someone invited her to review together, she would directly refuse, saying, “I’m waiting for Brother to come back and teach me. He explains things better than you all.” When she saw other students explaining problems to each other, she’d watch from afar, unconsciously bending and straightening the bookmark Brother had given her.
There were many incidents like this.
Everyone said Yao Xi was sick.
But not everyone thought so.
Yao Xi’s grades were top-notch, and she was sweet and cute. Add in the halo of being the former genius + campus boss’s little sister, and it was impossible not to like her.
Even though people whispered behind her back that Yao Xi was sick, honestly, even if she really was, wasn’t it just because she missed her brother? Is it wrong for a little sister to miss her brother?
Yao Xi needed the kind of care only a brother could give.
So one day, a classmate on cleaning duty, who was in the same group as Yao Xi, deliberately copied Lin Mo’s way of arranging her desk and chair, but got his habit of “pushing the chair two-thirds under the desk” wrong.
Yao Xi immediately walked over and rearranged the chair: “Brother taught me to leave a gap when placing the chair. Don’t you? Then you have to fix all the chairs in the class before you can leave.”
Was she sick? Probably not—leaving a third of the chair out is just common sense.
During the break, Yao Xi sat in the corner by the window, taking notes while writing the day’s LM in her book.
After class, she rested her arm on the desk and gazed out the window. Usually, there weren’t many people in the classroom during breaks, but today felt different, as if something was about to happen.
“Yao Xi…”
Yao Xi froze for a second. In her daze, she seemed to see her Brother handing her a soda. She smiled sweetly, “I don’t drink this, thank you.”
“I took notes just now, and wrote down the key points.”
The classmate was a bit flustered and surprised.
Although Yao Xi didn’t accept his goodwill, this was still the first time they’d interacted.
It was something.
Maybe it was just the wrong flavor, he thought.
The other classmates quietly rooted for him.
After all, nobody wanted a cute girl like her to stay shut in her own world.
At lunch break, everyone watched expectantly as the boy returned from the school store, his face flushed, all quickly tucking their legs under the desks so as not to get in his way.
He nervously held out the drink: “Yao Xi, I heard you like soda…”
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
The scene everyone hoped for—a girl opening her heart—didn’t happen.
Instead, Yao Xi looked at him coldly: “Don’t just try to barge into someone else’s world.”
“Disgusting. It’s so disgusting, I can’t believe anyone could be this gross.”
“Did no one teach you any manners?”
“You think orange soda tastes good? Then go drink it, drink until your mouth’s full of cavities.”
“…What do you know.”
“Move. You’re in the way.”
The boy left the classroom holding the soda, secretly wiping his tears. Someone even told the teacher, saying Yao Xi had made someone cry.
The teacher saw Yao Xi’s face and sighed deeply. He wanted to intervene, but he was afraid he’d end up in trouble himself, so he just said a few symbolic words. After class, instead, he called the crying boy into the office and earnestly lectured him: “It’s not that I’m blaming you, but why did you have to bother her?”
“Yao Xi’s situation is special, it’s not something we can get involved in. If you got scolded, that’s on you.”
“You know who your senior Lin Mo was? I’ve taught for twenty years and never seen a kid like him. He’d get all red checks on his math test, his essays would be used as examples citywide, and even the hardest English listening tests, he could ace with his eyes closed. And in sports—at the school games, he took first in the 100 meters, 800 meters, and long jump, and wasn’t even out of breath crossing the finish line.
When he got to junior high, I became his Class Teacher and realized he was even more of a prodigy. At the end of last semester, his total score in every subject was eighty points higher than second place. In PE class, while others could only manage to push the box fifteen centimeters in the flexibility test, he could do forty without breaking a sweat. Even the PE teacher couldn’t help but ask if he wanted to train as a gymnast.”
“Yao Xi doesn’t have parents—you know how much that means?”
“I’m not putting you down, but there’s no need to try and replace Lin Mo in her heart. How is that any different from denying who Lin Mo was? You really deserved to get told off today, even I couldn’t stand to watch.”
“But, to be fair, I know you meant well. But Yao Xi’s issue is something only she can resolve. Maybe someday, when she and Lin Mo meet again and talk things out, the knot will be undone. So you guys should stop worrying about it.”
“Go on, class is about to start.”
“Wait, that thing in your hand—you bought it at the school gate store, right? Is this stuff even good?”
It’s good being a teacher—students all respect (or fear) you.
But there was one exception: Lin Mo. Every few days after school, that kid would buy a bottle of orange soda, but even though they were close, Lin Mo would never share. Not that he really wanted any; he just liked to joke around. He didn’t care for drinks meant for kids.
He’d even requested to be the Class Teacher of Lin Mo’s sister’s class.
Smack smack.
Sour, so sour.
Not good at all.
Actually, isn’t this brand about to go out of production?
It tastes so bad, the sales just keep getting worse.
A mouthful of pure saccharine.
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