About my hopeless brother and sister

And that's without a pervert standing in place behind him, breathing heavily and giving up!

I reluctantly turned back, took the pervert's hand, and said, "Hurry up! It's going to be late!"

The president's hand was held in mine, a slender, warm hand that many people dream of. I hadn't touched a girl's hand since I grew up, and even though this was a hand I would normally open or break free, now that it was soft and bony in my hand, feeling the warmth of the President's hand still made my heart beat a little faster.

I turned back to concentrate on running, not wanting to look back. The chairman behind me was probably smiling, her hand holding mine back, the two of us holding each other tightly, just like that time when my sister and I, despite our fears, clung to each other's warmth....

Well, there are times when dwelling on the past isn't a good thing. When humans invented timekeeping, they created something called the past, and they also have an ability called remembrance, and when they get into that ability, they ignore things into the present. And once they ignore to the present, they make some mistakes, and the next thing you know, they pay the price for that mistake.

For example, the goddess in the hearts of thousands of people and a freshman boy flying into the school holding hands, letting go of their hands as if nothing had happened in front of the vice president of the student council and the teacher on duty who caught them late, smiling at each other... Well, this kind of scenario would breed all kinds of rumors that could spread quickly... ...

And if you are at the center of the rumors, you won't be able to have a peaceful life. Of course, I also believe that this rumor won't last too long, but even if it will last a day, I'm very unhappy.

The next step, I guess, is to keep explaining for a short period of time.

"Hey... this student... are you and the President... a couple?"

"No, it's sister."

"Brother ah...could you please give this gift to the President ah...by the way I am..."

"Send it yourself. And I'm not your brother."

"What do you think the President likes, this student?"

"I don't know."

I buckled my belt on and turned to leave the bathroom. Every time I just show up, there's a whole bunch of guys who won't stop asking me, making me feel really bad right now, and I have to give gifts, so do you want me to [bleep] your sister for you ah, and what does the chairman like, I think the only thing she likes is me.

"It's a lot of work to have a chairman sister."

My tablemate was playing with his phone and it was hard not to sleep. He wasn't looking at me, but I could tell he was still talking to me. I braced myself to look out the window, nodded and said, "Yeah, it's very annoying."

"You better look at your face, but right now your face is filled with discontent and anger."

He played with his phone and laughed.

I froze and looked at the round side of his face, he was so skinny it was like a pile of bones covered in skin on top of a pile of bones, but he had a bit of a round face, normally he would look very jaded and confused looking around, but when he was sober he could still look like a very smart guy.

"Really, you're a sister control? I can't see it."

"Shut up, I'm not sister control."

I looked out the window and sighed. The same table looked at the time, put the phone away, looked at me, and said, "Well, but I can tell, you like... uh... that.... That...what's the name of that...the one at the top..."

"Shut up!"

I turned my head sharply and covered his mouth tightly, looking around vigilantly, it was a good thing we were in the last row, there was no one else left or right at all.

"N-no!!!"

He held up his hands in surrender and I let go, he gasped a little, then smiled and said, "There's nothing to be ashamed of about this sort of thing, there are plenty of people who like her after all."

"You'd better go to sleep."

"We're at least at the same table, and I think you've been looking very strange lately. I feel like we're at least at the same table, and I should give you a helping hand at times like this."

"Shut up, it's not possible, and I don't like her much, now."

I looked ahead at the small circle and sighed. It's not a good idea for humans to stick to this attribute some times, and it can cause terrible pain. I'm rather lazy, and even though I really like Qin Lan and have done so for a long time, Qin Lan is so disgusted with me that I'd rather not actively disgust her.

When you find out you're wrong, stopping is a success.

The same table shrugged its shoulders and stopped talking. I looked ahead and didn't say anything. The bell rang just as it should, and the last class was a class meeting to recap what had happened this week and say a few words about what was going to happen next week. After all, it was already Friday, the good weekend was coming up, and I figured that come Monday, no one would be talking nonsense.

"So, you all still worked very hard this past week, but keep up the good work, and there are still instances of individuals playing with their phones and reading novels, as well as sleeping in class. I don't want it to be the same next week. Of course, I don't want to say anything anymore, after all, you guys are studying for exams now, and if you get good grades, I won't say anything."

The class teacher's eyes looked this way, and I was embarrassed to snap the novel in front of me.

"Also, starting next Monday, the clubs will start recruiting new students every afternoon after class until late between classes. It's best not to sign up for too many clubs, just have one."

Club recruiting ah, but what does that have to do with me, I still have to go back every night to cook dinner and wait for the president to come home, I guess I can't participate in any club activities, of course I don't believe there's any need to participate in such high school clubs.

Soon, class was over. I looked at the sunset that tilted down outside the house, I felt that something like time was being eaten up a little bit, the timekeeping invented by man himself needed some modification, there were twenty days left for the winter routine, and also, a small holiday.

"Today, going to a play date?"

Ah, I think I understand why this kid is so energetic this afternoon, since there's no more late study sessions, so this kid is going to go on an epic battle. I nodded and said, "Evening."

He nodded, then turned and carried his backpack and headed out of the classroom. I lowered my head to clear my desk and looked at my watch.

Tomorrow was September 10th, which was Teacher's Day.

How about, say, going back to see my middle school teachers, although I think it's a pointless thing to do, after all, some people you cross paths with very briefly in your life, but because of my parents, I want to go and see them more often while I can still see them.

The middle school I went to back then was rather peculiar, it was the only school that also had a half day on Saturdays, but that Saturday morning was supposed to be a study hall where the teacher would sit in front of the board and say nothing and the students below would do their homework or read novels and magazines, but no cell phones, well, in the back row, I guess.

I'm the one with the story, because I was in the back row.

Standing up, I walked through the crowd of Chinleans with my bag on my back. As I reached it, I noticed the disgust in the eyes of all the girls looking at me became even stronger, and Qin Lan even turned her head away from me. I was used to this kind of treatment, but this time, instead of speeding up and slipping away from them, I kept my normal speed and went through.

The president seemed to be saying that he would help me with this problem, but, even I don't know the problem, can the president help us with it?

I don't want to, drowning in an impossible crush by dreaming nebulous dreams again.

Chapter 10 on my coincidental encounter.

Nearby were black suits and black coveralls with huge windows behind them, the setting sun shining in, but not on everyone's face, rather, it was deliberately not on everyone's face. The suits and sundresses swayed left and right, noting the sound of the fabric rubbing against each other. It was as if a pile of expensive mourning clothes were swinging on a hanger. But the hangers were silent, but not the group before them, and amidst the chatter, there was a chattering noise.

The noise seemed to come from very far away, and from very near, and from far and near again. All the fronts of the clothes were facing us, and now and then there was a sleeve or two pointed at us, and I looked at the moving clothes and wondered, what I was doing.

I was in the arms of someone who was holding me tightly, I could feel the cold, I could feel that this was the cold after the sun had set, I could feel that this was the cold of preserving bodies. Only this person holding me tightly, with the warmth of the sun still on her body.

I lift my head and look at her.

She too had a black hue to her, and she was small, probably just a middle schooler. But her face had become somewhat feminine, and her face, as it reflected the setting sun, above, shone with an angelic, warm fluffy light.

"Don't be afraid... brother..."

Perhaps seeing me watching her, she smiled and gently stroked my head. Her hands, soft and warm, like a cup of hot water and sunshine in the cold, warmed me and relaxed me all over. I don't understand what's happening, but, at this time, I feel, I'm so warm.

Ah grin? Why...why did the warm me weep?

"Don't cry, brother...sister is still..."

She touched me gently and reached up to wipe away the tears from my face. She gently pressed her face to mine and I could feel a moment, the coldness of the tears.

"My sister is still here...I won't...let you leave me..."