About my hopeless brother and sister

As much as I'd like to sleep, it's already the last class. Every Monday always seems incredibly long, and finally it's my last class, leaving me feeling a sense of physical and mental exhaustion. Looking out the window, I unexpectedly found the playground, where tables appeared set up on either side of the road from the school building to the cafeteria. There were also students pasting posters and flyers on that table.

It suddenly occurred to me that the teacher had said that the club would be recruiting new students from this week. Yeah, but what does that have to do with me? I wasn't going to join any club anyway.

I tilted my head, and my eyes happened to be on Wu Mo Xi. Wu Moxie seemed to be in a bit of a hurry now, her head turning around nervously, looking at the door and her watch from time to time. One hand was placed in the hole of the table clutching something nervously and tightly. I think Wu Moxi seems to be the literary club member, perhaps this time is waiting to go out to recruit new bar.

After school, that is, when the sound of footsteps like running away disappeared in the hallway, I stood up, packed my bag and prepared to leave. Sitting in the front row, she also stood up at this time and prepared to leave. I looked at her upright and elegant back and moved away with a soft sigh.

"That... Qin Feng... are you busy?"

As I walked past Wu Moxie's table, a hand gently pulled on my sleeve, well, with a strong Wu Moxie style greeting. I stopped and turned back to look at Wu Mohee who stood up, his hands clutching a piece of paper. Wu Moxie's head was bowed, the bangs in front of her forehead hanging down like a curtain blocking her eyes. She was clutching the paper in her hands so tightly that it was almost ready to be torn apart.

"That... this... for you..."

Wu Moxie fiercely raised his hands and brought the paper to my face with both hands, while his head was deeply bowed, his body trembling a bit because of the tension. The words that were said, I barely heard either.

"This is..."

I picked up the piece of paper, which had been held by Wu Moxie for so long that it was damp. I unfolded the paper and on it was a, club application application form.

"I'd like you to... join the literary club..."

Wu Moxie whispered, clutching her hands tightly to her chest and shaking.

"I'm not going to join the club."

I returned the paper in my hands to her, then turned around.

A hand behind me suddenly grabbed my sleeve again.

"Please..."

I looked back, well...there was that again, the look that couldn't be denied....

When I got home, the chairman hadn't returned yet, so I washed the vegetables I had just bought and put them on the cutting board. After thinking about it and looking at the rice left over from lunch, I wasn't in much of a mood to cook tonight, so I might as well just stir-fry it. I took out the carrots and cucumbers and the ham hocks I always had in the fridge and picked up the chopper.

"Brother brother brother brother brother...the day is over quickly let me replenish my brother energy!!!"

The door swung open, and with the standard growl and loud slamming sound, a man rushed in at great speed, throwing his bag in one smooth motion and lunging at me.

"Want to die?"

I slammed the chopper down and a carrot went out like a bullet, hitting her in the face. Well, that one was coincidental, really.

"Oooh!"

The president staggered back two steps over the carrot that had hit him in the forehead, held onto the table, stood still, raised his head, looked at me with tearful eyes, and said, "Brother brother brother brother brother... why are you doing this to me.... Obviously we're siblings who love each other... Quickly let me replenish my brother's energy or I'll really die!"

"Then you're going to die just fine."

I diced the rest of the carrots and dumped them into a side bowl.

"Ah...what's this..."

The president seemed to notice the paper on the dining room table, picked it up with some curiosity, and walked into the kitchen to ask me. I looked at it and said, "The club application form."

The president's face was stunned then, she was staring at me with the paper still in her hand. I looked at her, then turned around and fired up the fire for the fry.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!! Brother...brother doesn't want me anymore...brother...brother brother brother brother has another woman.... Woah..."

The president slumped to his knees, hugging me and crying loudly, rubbing his face against my leg and yelling.

"No no no no! I don't want my brother in the club! I don't want my brother in the club! My brother would go to the club and come home later and I wouldn't be able to see my brother waiting for me to come home like a husband! Every day I spend less time with my brother, I don't want I don't want I don't want!!!"

"Yeah? Being told that by you I feel like there are so many benefits to my joining the club, the key most useful one being not having to be harassed by a pervert anymore!!! Let go of me!"

I pressed down on the top of the chairman's head with my left hand in a death grip, but the chairman was holding my leg in a death grip, screaming loudly like an abandoned woman, and I felt I needed to go out and explain to the neighbors, or the next thing I knew, there would be sirens coming from downstairs in my house.

"No no no! I don't want my brother in the club! No, no, no! What club is this? What a club! I'll disband him tomorrow! No one can take my brother from me!!!"

"No one's going to rob you you get off me! Don't you dare use your rights as student body president you let go!"

Theoretically, you only need to use your hands to cook, but when my legs are held I can't actually cook properly, I fiercely press her head down as hard as I can, if you still want to eat tonight then you have to let go of me ah!

"Oooh... my brother doesn't want me! "

"Who's in love with you, if you weren't such a pervert we could still be respectful of each other! Let go!"

"No release!"

"Let go!"

"I'll let go if you pick me up!"

The president dragged on the floor and looked up at me with teary eyes.

I looked down at her and she looked at me with determination, it looked like this was the last end of the bargain I wasn't going to be able to bargain with. I sighed in frustration and reached under the President's armpit, picked him up and said, "Go away or don't even think about eating."

The president licked his teeth, flicked his hair, and said amorous, "It's okay, brother, just eat me if you want... ugh... ugh... ...brother what are you doing...hey hey hey!!!"

I grabbed the President around the waist and picked her up hard, then slammed her onto my shoulders, her legs and arms struggling desperately as I held her down tightly, then threw her onto the couch.

"Mmm..."

The president sat up, bulging his face at me, and grunted. Then he turned his head hard to the side and stopped looking at me.

"It's not like you're a kid, do you think that helps?"

"Huh?"

The president grunted and clasped his hands in front of his chest absolutely not looking back at me.

I sighed in frustration, then turned and went back to the kitchen.

After finishing the fried rice, I put it on two plates and brought it to the table. At a glance, the chairman on the couch remained unchanged in the slightest from his original appearance. I shouted and the chairman didn't move a muscle.

I sighed helplessly once again, it's this hand again isn't it? I picked up the chairman's portion of fried rice, walked over to the couch, squatted down, looked at the chairman from the bottom up, and said, "Dinner's ready."

"Huh?"

"Don't make a scene, you're not a kid."

"Huh?"

"Really...stop it, feel free to do what you need to do after dinner."

"Huh?"

I sighed again, and if there was a limit to the number of times I could sigh, I guess I'd have used up the number of times I've sighed in my life by now. I reached out, touched the chairman's head, and said, "Okay, sister, don't be mad, let's eat, okay."