About my hopeless brother and sister

You, for example, run home in the rain as a consequence.

By the time I got home, I was dripping water all over my body, and I thought if I just walked into the house, the floor might be surprised why it had started raining indoors too. I'm basically completely soaked, even the phone I've been sneaking around in my pocket has been soaked. But I'm sure the current phone won't just get wet and break, and if it breaks that easily, then I do need a new phone.

I didn't want to get the house wet so I took my clothes off at the door and went into the house. I threw the wet clothes in the washing machine, wiped the rain off my body and opened the wardrobe to get a new set to change into. I didn't take an umbrella, the only thing that could have served as an umbrella or raincoat was the school uniform, I don't know how it was at this point.

She didn't take an umbrella either, I saw her looking out at the rain and worrying, I don't know what was wrong with her brain at that time, she put her school uniform on her desk, turned around and left. I don't know what my back would look like in her eyes, I think it would be a very handsome back, but, I think she threw my school uniform away.

Looking at my watch, I was a little late getting back because of the rain. The president hadn't come back yet, so maybe she was stuck at school without an umbrella. I looked outside the house, the downpour showed no signs of abating and it looked like it was going to rain for a while. On second thought, I grabbed two umbrellas from home, but no matter what, even if that person is a pervert, she's still my sister and should still do her family duty.

If rain counts by the drops, what to say about rain like this which is basically water flowing? The near-vertical current hit my umbrella furiously, even to the point of soreness in my arms, and visibility becomes very low with this curtain of water. But I've been on this path for a long time, it's not going to be a problem.

Slowly I got back to the school, and sure enough there was a large crowd of parents gathered at the front door of the school to deliver the umbrella. I got into the school from among the parents, and in front of the building, a large group of students were looking out at the rain and worrying. It was an awkward thing to do, and if it was the right time to get out and get the umbrella, then the umbrella would be pointless, but not to go get it....

Then don't take it. You're going out tonight anyway. What's the point of getting wet now? Maybe it will stop raining in the evening and parents will have to think about this.

Where should the president be at this time? I saw no such figure in the group, and as much as I didn't want to admit it, if the chairman had been there, I would have realized it the first time. But the matter should be admitted, after all, if there was a lion around the gazelle, the gazelle should have been alerted.

There wasn't any sign of the chairman, so maybe the meeting hadn't finished yet. The student union office was on the top floor, but it was good to go over there.

Putting the umbrella away, rainwater poured down from the top of it, leaving a water trail on the ground. I'm really sorry for that hard-working auntie. But even if she doesn't clean it up, it will evaporate naturally, well, there's no guilt when you think about it that way.

Slowly walking up to the top floor, it gets quieter the higher you go, as the club's activity rooms are on the top two floors. Yet you'd think there would be such a thing as club activities in high school, wouldn't you? Many of the club rooms were never open at all, or only one or two people would come. So the top two floors were very quiet, with only the sound of my own slow footsteps.

The student union office was still open, and there were lights in there. I listened at the door and there was no sound of talking inside, so it looked like the meeting was over. I wondered if the president was still in there.

I reached out and knocked on the door, and there was a voice from inside inviting me in. I pushed the door open and walked inside, looked and said, "Is the President in?"

The interior wasn't large, it was a square-like room with a conference table-like device surrounded by a table in the middle, the president was supposed to be sitting on the seat in front of me, and there were a few scattered papers there now. The only person in the room was the vice-president with the eyes on, who at the moment was reading a book there.

She looked at me and said, "The President is home, what do you want with her?"

It looks like she's forgotten about me, well, but that's normal.

I nodded and said, "I'll bring her an umbrella, but it looks like she brought her own, so I'll be off then."

The vice-president pushed his eyes out and tilted his head to look at me for a few seconds, then said, "You're, like, that student from this morning...you're only a freshman, I think."

"Yeah."

I didn't know what that meant, but I decided I'd better answer the two questions together as one, and I simply grunted, my hand already on the knob.

"I think you'd better give it up, the President won't like a freshman boy, though you're brave."

The Vice President lowered his head and looked at his book. No longer willing to talk to me.

Yeah, that's what I thought, that pervert really didn't have any feelings for freshman boys because her perverted behavior towards me hadn't changed with age. I'd love to not be in a weird relationship with her too, but if a pervert is stalking you, your refusal won't help.

I didn't say anything more and pulled the door open and left. It looks like she doesn't know that the Chairman and I are sister and brother.

Walking down to the top floor, I heard another door slam as I turned the corner of the stairs and padlocked the door in a classroom by the side of the stairs with a back that I had just about remembered today turned its back on me. The sign in that classroom had the name of the club written on it, I think....

Literature Department.

Ah, we still have this club at our school? How can such societies survive in this environment? It's really hard, I didn't expect anyone else to come.

"Ah..."

She turned back just in time to see me, embarrassed...ah...what should I say to that? Was it a scream? Or did it beckon, or make a sound I didn't understand? Is this sound I can understand as a greeting?

You think too much, I really don't have the idea that I have to say hello when I meet you, and if you walk right down in front of me I won't say anything, don't you feel like you're going to be very awkward for both of us if you do? You're making me have to say hello, I was going to just leave.

"Ah...well, haven't we left yet..."

I completely despaired of my ability to communicate after this question, there are late nights for studying, and that only applies to me and my table.

"Ah... Evening... I thought there was a late study session... so, not yet... ." she answered me with her head down, looking at the ground, her voice so low that I was probably the only one who could hear her.

It's good that you don't have to answer me so formally...I know why.

"You're... coming... that... I remember, you don't study late... ..."

She had her head down and was walking slowly down the stairs with me, she was walking really slowly and it wouldn't be polite for me to go straight down. So, I had to walk slowly beside her and listen to her talk. For the first time, I felt like the stairs were actually so long.

"Ah, well, I came to give my sister the umbrella." I waved the umbrella on my hand, then looked outside and said, "But she seems to have gone home first."

"Really?...it's nice to bring an umbrella to my sister...really, it is."

She lifted her head and looked out as I did, then said softly, "I... no one's coming to deliver the umbrella..."

She paused and lowered her head again. You're making me very embarrassed... If you say it like that, I'm going to look very unfeeling if I don't lend you an umbrella. But it doesn't matter, after all, the umbrella was meant to be used, and there's nothing I wouldn't do to lend it to her.

"Take it, just give it back to me tomorrow."

I put an umbrella in front of her.

"........"

She didn't answer, but looked up at me in great surprise.

I felt the muscles in my face twitch a few times.

"Yeah?...thanks..."

After a few slow seconds, she silently took the umbrella. Relieved, I said goodbye to her at the corner of the stairs and turned around to go downstairs. It still wasn't raining outside, and it looked like it would be raining through the night.

As the evening study was about to begin and the hallways were sparse with students, I leisurely walked down the stairs and outside.

"You're still here, brother?"

Who says she's gone....

The president came storming out of nowhere and rushed to my side, looking at me with a strange smile on his face.

I had to take a couple of steps back.

"Ah... clothes change... really came to give me an umbrella... woo... ...younger brother...younger brother younger brother really does still love his sister, doesn't he! It sure is! I understand that my brother is proud...I will thank you tonight...use your body ok..."

Well, the pervert was beside me, and all I had was an umbrella.

I thought, opening my umbrella and walking quickly into the rain.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!! Brother brother brother brother brother you come back you come back!!!! Don't do that! Don't do that!!!"

There are times when choices can make a person regret.

Like, I shouldn't have thrown my school uniform at Qin Lan.

Shouldn't have lent the umbrella to Wu Mo Xi.