About my hopeless brother and sister

Well, it really is worried that Qin Lan will be bored and will leave ah, for a club that already has few people, leaving one more is a big blow, not to mention the goddess temperament of Qin Lan, if Qin Lan is here, people over especially boys will rush over like crucian carp. Maybe it was because Wu Moxie saw this that she took such good care of Qin Lan, or maybe Wu Moxie was directly suppressed into a maidservant in the face of such a strong aura.

"No, if you're reading a book, why would you be bored?"

She smiled and stroked the book, looking at Wu Moxie.

Wu Moxi's eyes were filled with longing, perhaps this kind of knowledgeable and gentle goddess was a dream in the hearts of all girls. Especially since this goddess is still so understanding and willing to stay in this little shabby place, as if an ancient Greek celebrity statue had been put in the two dollar store.

But I don't understand why Qin Lan chose the literature department, maybe because she really likes literature. But I didn't realize that I was in the literature department, and now I'm too embarrassed to quit. Well, I'm really sorry for letting you who likes literature so much meet me who makes you hate it so much. I took the initiative to quit, but Wu Moxie just rejected me.

I looked down at Chekhov's Chameleon in my hand, the short story collection is quite suitable for me, but if it's a long story I guess I won't be able to resist flipping to the end to read the ending and then come back. What I'm reading at the moment is the same textbook we already have in our textbook, "The Man in the Condom".

I didn't really care what the novel was about at all, the only thing I cared about was when I could go home. When I looked at the time, Wu Moxie's requirement was to sit here until late to study, and once a week, each of us would also have to write a reading note that she would compile and submit to the student council for the club's activities. The club will be assessed once a month, and if we don't pass the assessment, then the club will be disbanded.

If we can't find a fifth person next month, the Literature Department will be dissolved. Well, great, let's hurry up and dissolve it, as long as it's dissolved then this won't happen, I won't have to be in front of Qin Lan. The feeling of sitting on pins and needles in front of her is really too uncomfortable.

But it seems that I'm the only one who's very nervous, and Qin Lan just ignored me

"That, if there are any of you who want to join the literature department...please be able to let them in, too. One will be fine, one will be fine."

Finally, finally it was about to be a late study, obviously only a short hour or less in my eyes long as if I had spent my entire life. But Wu Moxie didn't care about my sigh of relief, but looked at Qin Lan with hope, which was more for Qin Lan alone than for us.

Qin Lan nodded her head with a smile.

Wu Moxi smiled like a relieved sigh and then attached himself to pack up his things. As Qin Lan packed her things silently and left the activity room gracefully, I woke up Xiang Zhe who was sleeping on the side and stood up.

Xiang Zhe raised his head and looked around with a confused face, as if he was trying to distinguish where he was. I nodded to Wu Moxie and walked towards the door from her side.

"Qin Feng... are you feeling... bored?"

Behind me, a hand gently grabbed my sleeve and whispered.

Bored? It's true that it's boring, and all I'm doing is just dawdling here with a book. But for me, staring isn't a waste of time, even if I'm not here, I'm just killing time on the road and going home "not boring."

I shook my head and said to the person behind me.

"Oh yeah, great..."

Behind her, there was a relieved sigh, was she worried I'd be bored too?

I looked back.

Because of the backlight, the face is somewhat invisible to expression, but her eyes, shining brightly, flowing with brilliance and the emotions of their owner, she is smiling.

The sunlight behind them all pale in comparison to her smile.

Ah grin? Have I used this phrase before?

However, Wu Moxie's smile was, indeed, very, beautiful.

Chapter 19 about my irresistible classmate.

What is to be relied upon as a standard for such things as time change?

According to physics, the evaluation of whether an object is in motion depends on a reference system, and the choice of this reference system directly determines our perception. Whether it is moving or not depends on our choice of reference system, and whether there is eternal motion or eternal stillness is a philosophical question. This is a philosophical question. Don't think about it, look at which one of them has a good ending, it is crazy to do philosophy.

Returning to the question of our time, what can we rely on to discern the change of time? Is time a thing of eternal motion? Is time always in motion, no matter what is used as a reference system? For what does time stand still? I guess it's probably getting rid of the time thing or time itself.

Ah, saying more again, what I am expressing, that is, if you use us as a reference system, time does move, and it moves at the same rate, and inadvertently, it is a long time ahead.

If the calendar is used as a reference system, time is the thickness of the page decreasing.

If we use textbooks as a reference system, time will increase as the number of pages increases.

Then, if we use our class as a reference system, it means that people are getting active and getting people ready for the sports day.

The fall sports day is, well, boring. Probably because we could study at ease during the months of November and December, two months without any legal holidays, the school decided to hold all the fun we could in September. So much so, that by the last week of September, there was basically no more studying, and September 27 to September 29 was the sports day, and September 30 was the freshman fall trip...well, let's just say it was a hike to a mountain near town, paying homage to the revolutionary martyrs along the way, and then an outing on the mountain. And finally, you get to experience the day of the Dare Test Club at night, which is only once every three years, so it's kind of fun.

Then there's the National Day 7-day long vacation.

There will be no more holidays after that, patiently waiting for the final exams.

The year is almost over for them. From the beginning of spring to the denseness of summer and finally to the present, they are languishing and waiting to die, and they have to be complained about by the students who are on duty in the morning. After every gust of wind, a large number of once dense leaves are swept away.

The sports commissioner did his best to pull people out in front, but for our class, it was unlikely to get any ranking in sports, and even if there were one or two physically fit ones, they wouldn't be able to participate in all the sports, and the rest of us simply had no interest in being asked one by one.

Then the sports commissioner reached me, and I looked at him and closed my eyes the moment he opened his mouth.

"No go."

My answer was very simple and straightforward, the sports commissioner stood in front of me with an embarrassed look on his face, but it had nothing to do with me, I myself had no expectations for this sports event, I was ready to go to the student union to rub up against the president's computer and play, so how could I participate in such a boring event?

"Don't refuse so readily, we're just freshmen, wouldn't it be nice to give the class a whole lot of credit?"

"Do you think I can bring honor to the class with my kind of physical fitness?"

I ignored him off, answering the last sentence and leaving it at that. The sports commissioner stood for a few seconds, looked at Xiang Zhe, who was sleeping, sighed, and turned around to ask the others.

It's true that something like honor is a good thing, but do you think it's necessary for an amateur or an incapable person to try? What can a passion alone solve? Only enthusiastic laypeople can't do anything right at all, like say a dream, is it necessary for such a thing as a dream to exist? First of all, since it's a dream, it means that it may not come true, and if it doesn't, why bother trying?

Why not waste effort on something that even if you try, you may not succeed, for the sake of an effort that is 100% achievable?

I look at the sky in the distance, the sky is still the same blue in autumn, I go to class every day, go to the literature department in the evening, finally go home and cook dinner, then fight with the chairman and go to sleep, how long have I lived this kind of life? Half a month? This uneventful life I think is going by really really fast, I love it, I don't have to worry about anything, I don't have to care about anything, I just have to quietly live my life according to the schedule that someone else has planned for me.

I don't have any ambitions or hopes, and my hopes were killed by the one I was hoping for before by my own hand. Then there's nothing for me to care about now.

Just let me live three years so plainly, Amen.

It would be nice if I could just be allowed to live out my life so plainly, without having to carve anything and everything on my tombstone.

The bell for class rang, and the chaotic crowd began to return to their seats like homing birds, I took a look and saw the sports commissioner pushing through the crowd with a happy face, it looks like the pulling plan is still going well, ah, congratulations, congratulations on the mission.

But what I'm curious about is, the number of girls in our class is already small, how are you going to get ten events to go from the already small number of girls, especially the 1500m run, Qin Lan might participate in a long jump or high jump, but running she will never participate in, so what other girl will be unable to think of going for the long run....

"That... Qin Lan, did you participate in the games?"

In the evening, the four of us harmoniously sat at the table in the literature department, Wu Moxi looked at Qin Lan and asked carefully.

Qin Lan looked at the book, the novel in her hand had changed from Resurrection to the thicker or two volumes of War and Peace, she looked up, smiled at Wu Mo Xi, and said, "Sign up for a long jump, I'm not very fit yet, so I had to pick a less strenuous sport."

"Well... I signed up for that too..."

Wu Moxie looked at me and said.

Don't look at me, whether you report it or not has nothing to do with me. I flipped through the pages in my hand, I still haven't finished reading Chameleon. Xiang Zhe was holding the mouse on one side, jumping his fingers on the mechanical keyboard, and on the screen Carl was seven in and seven out in the middle with three balls.

Xiang Zhe's keyboard wasn't very loud, and Qin Lan and Wu Moxie didn't specifically ask for absolute silence, so we maintained the strangest harmony between the sounds of the keyboard and the computer's fans. I was across from Xiang Zhe, leaning against the window, looking at the book in my hand, and I was flipping through it very slowly, because the question I thought about every day was what to cook for dinner tonight instead of reading the book in front of me.

"Oh? What have you reported then Mo Xi?"