About my hopeless brother and sister

The council president opened his eyes and looked at me.

"You fed me..."

"Don't." "Huh."

"Okay, okay I'll feed you, okay?"

I sighed again and reached for the spoon, bringing it to the Chairman's mouth....

The next day at school, I gave the application form to Wu Mo Xi.

"Really?! Are you really going to join the literary club?!"

Wu Moxie's eyes widened and she almost lost her voice as she looked at the application form I handed in as if she didn't know the words on it.

I nodded my head.

"Really?! It's so...wonderful!"

Wu Moxie pulled my arm fiercely and looked up at me with a bright smile. Tugging me desperately, the smile on her face was so bright. I was tugged by her, a little confused as to what was going on.

"Wu Moxie...right?!"

I stiffened and stood still, and Wu Moxie, who was holding my arm, froze and looked up at the visitor.

With a friendly smile, she stood there generously, and in her hand, she was holding an application form.

"I want to join the literary club, I heard that the head of the literary club is you, so I'm here to deliver the application form, we'll be a club from now on, so get along!"

Wu Moxi received the application form blankly, staring at it, as if he didn't understand what was happening at all. After revealing a sunny smile, Qin Lan turned around in a dashing manner and walked back to his seat.

"Nah, Qin Feng, just now... Qin Lan... came to deliver the application form, right..."

Wu Moxie looked up dumbly at me, as if she couldn't believe her eyes.

"Then forget it I won't join..."

"No."

For the first time, Wu Moxie, rejected me....

Chapter 18 on my uncomfortable club.

"See you tomorrow, President!"

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, President! It's been a hard day."

"You've had a hard day too, so get some rest when you get home."

"President, I'm really sorry for being late today."

"It's okay, it's okay, there's always something going on."

The President sat in his seat, smiling and waving goodbye to the ministers of each department, the ministers smiled and said goodbye to their own President, everyone left with a relaxed and happy feeling, the President was a very nice person, always wore a gentle smile at the regular meeting every week, never got angry, and was understanding of everyone, plus being pretty again, looking at her smiling face was healing.

Archangel Qin Yun, well, that's the right title.

"No go, President? Usually at this time, you should be home."

The vice-president gathered his things and walked over to the president, who looked bored and propped up to turn his pen, and asked.

"Ah, I don't have to go home so early from now on."

The president chuckled and stretched out in his seat with a huge slouch before tossing his hair and looking out the window at the darkening sky and saying.

"Because, right now, there's no one waiting for me back at home."

The vice president froze, a little embarrassed not knowing what she should say next. She looked out the window at the chairman, her long dark hair hanging down to cover the side of her face, and she braced her jaw, looking out at the sky, her two feet striking the ground in rhythm, but this rhythm, it was a little dull.

"President, very much like your brother, I guess."

The Vice President asked softly, clutching the backpack strap.

The rhythm stopped abruptly and the President's back vibrated. The Vice President looked at the President's back, wondering what was happening. The President turned her head slowly, her face somewhat invisible to expression because of the backlighting, but her eyes, shining brightly, flowing with brilliance and the emotions of her owner, she was smiling. Although Chairman Hirachi's smile was also very warm and healing, this smile now was a thousand times happier than usual, it was a smile that emitted from within. Compared to her smile, the sunlight behind it all paled in comparison.

"Yeah, most like it."

........

Did I ever say that the student union classrooms are on the sixth floor and the club rooms are usually on the fifth floor? Ah, if I didn't then I'll say it now, and if I did then you'll ignore me on that one.

What activity of the club would actually be somewhat interesting to me? There's no set answer to this question just like there is to every question I've ever asked. But for those of you who have watched a lot of serials, you might think of a club as an anime lifestyle full of fun, activity classes, and a harem... If that's the kind of club life you want, you'd better get some sleep.

What can I do in a club? We don't have the same kind of conditions as in the anime, but what's the happy thing about this kind of club life? In fact, even in anime kind of societies, what people really feel happy about is being able to have like-minded buddies to go and have fun with, instead of just guarding a room and eating and drinking and waiting to die.

The happy part of clubbing is probably that you have a group of people with you, no matter how stupid or frustrating the thing you're doing is.

But that's not the kind of club life I want.

The club life I wanted was actually the club life without the club.

Especially still the club life of the club that Qin Lan is in.

Especially when it's just me in this room, the sleeping tablemate Xiang Zhe...hey? Did I not mention his name before, if I did, you guys ignore my sentence, if I didn't, then I'm mentioning it now. And then there's Qin Lan, who sits at the farthest diagonal from me, and Wu Mo Xi, who is now the club's president....

Hey hey hey, this is a bit different from what I thought, how come there's only one person left, but a club needs at least five people to survive, yet there's only four people together. What's more, there's still Qin Lan, I feel like I'm on pins and needles, and I'm even starting to miss the days when I was harassed by my sister.

I wanted to go back, I really wanted to go back.

"Why did you come over here!"

Ten minutes ago, I saw Xiang Zhe sitting across from me with a bag on his back and was surprised.

"I came because I heard that I could bring my computer to the club."

Well, a simple and brutal answer, and very much in his style. I found what he said completely convincing, so I accepted the answer. But he started sleeping after he sat down, so I didn't keep paying attention to him.

The society's classroom was very small, just four double tables put together, which could theoretically seat eight people, but in reality there were only six stools, which meant it could only hold six people. There are four bookshelves against the wall, two on the left and two on the right, with all kinds of books on the bookshelves, I looked up one, there is a school library stamp, it seems that this club school is recognized. At the moment Wu Moxi is sitting on one side, looking around in panic, especially paying attention to Qin Lan.

I've seen that it's Tolstoy's famous work "Resurrection", which is a masterpiece, so it's true that Qin Lan is a lady who doesn't read light novels and comics. Wu Moxie was looking at Qin Lan nervously, as if she was a maidservant who had just entered the palace, afraid that her master might make a slight move that she hadn't noticed.

"That... Qin Lan... is there anything else you want?"

Wu Moxie softly asked Qin Lan, who moved, raised her head, smiled, and said, "No, nothing, thank you."

"Ah... then... will you be bored then..."