About my hopeless brother and sister

To recap, here's what it looks like now. When we came in, I chose a position facing the stairs with my back to the door. That means that if you come down the stairs, you can see me.

And the restaurant that we chose for the class dinner....

I was too exhausted to think about any of this, I now, just snapped to attention.

Already...seen.

"Okay..."

Song Yixin sat back down and tidied up her collar. My vision opened up dramatically, and what caught my eye was Qin Lan and the class leader.

The class leader was perhaps a little too drunk and had an unhealthy redness on his face, Qin Lan was supporting him on the side, and the class leader was being held by Qin Lan, walking up the steps with some trembling. I guess Qin Lan disliked this posture, and the smile on his face, all became a bit awkward. The class leader's hand on Qin Lan's shoulder was swinging near Qin Lan's chest.

"Squad Leader, you shouldn't be drinking."

Wu Moxie ran out from around the corner. Then, he saw me.

Behind me, there were noisy voices, familiar and unfamiliar, noisy voices.

What a stroke of luck....

The temperature in her eyes, lowered to be even colder than the cold wind outside now.

She shook off the squad leader, who stumbled and almost stepped on the ground, and Wu Moxi hurried to catch up, catching the squad leader who almost fell.

Quickly, Lan Lan walked up to us.

"Ah, Lan Lan."

"Ah, Rhyme, what a coincidence to meet here. Coming for dinner? And this is?"

She put on a smile and gently turned her head sideways to look at Song Yixin.

The temperature of the entire scene dropped drastically, and I felt like the hotpot was freezing.

"Are you also a friend of Qin Feng's? Hello, I'm Song Yixin, Qin Feng's friend, Qin Feng helped me a lot before, so I'd like to invite him to dinner today to thank him."

Song Yixin lifted her head, looked at Qin Lan, and with the same polite smile, replied.

"In that case, I understand, but I'm not Qin Feng's friend."

Qin Lan looked at Song Yixin and smiled.

Can you consider my feelings....

And....

This rattling atmosphere between you two...what are you doing...it's fine if you don't let me rest...can you let me, have a nice meal....

Chapter 60 about my classmate who depended on me.

So annoying....

So scared....

So nervous....

Don't want to be here...don't want to be here much longer...what are people laughing at all around them...why are they just so relaxed...is it really okay to yell in front of other people, in front of all these people? Why is it that they can just joke around with each other and the other won't get mad?

Holding the glass tightly in his hand, the noise was as constant as the flies around his ears, he seemed to be isolated, the people outside were talking and laughing, he sat here silently drinking his juice. No one noticed this side, no one talked to themselves. The noises outside have nothing to do with themselves, so why should they come to such a place?

So irritating....

So eager to leave....

If he was there, if he was there, he would just sit next to him and feel at ease. Even if he also had a blank face, and possibly even a disgruntled face, just looking at him, even if you had to drink juice all night, you wouldn't get bored. He seemed to have a reassuring aura about him, and as long as you were around him, you would become incredibly peaceful.

"Oh Mohee Wu, as the top ten everyone has to drink with class president well."

Suddenly being called up, before reacting, a cup of bubbling yellow bitter liquid was placed in front of him.

The boy in front of him wore a smile and smelled of alcohol. He looked at himself and raised the glass.

"Ah...that...I don't know how to drink..."

Himself, whispering, pushed the glass away.

"What's the matter! It's nothing, just one cup, just one cup. You can see Qin Lan is drinking it."

The big grin forced the glass back into his hands, and he watched himself fall yellow wine bubbles that rose, caracolically, sticking to the walls of the glass. All eyes are on themselves, all eyes are looking this way with gleeful smiles...no...no...I can't drink... ...I can't drink....

Help me....

Help me....

"Drink it, it's just a glass, it's nothing."

"Yes it is, it's okay, it's just one glass, I really can't, let's have half a glass..."

You guys....

Helpfully, she looked over there, the one over there surrounded by a group of girls, the beauty who was talking and laughing over there.

She looked over here, she looked at her, she looked at herself, with that polite smile, and then, she turned her head....

Help me....

Help me....

Shuddering, he picked up the glass....

"It's fine, Wu Mo Xi, the top ten all have to drink......just one cup, one cup is fine."

Don't want to drink...really don't want to drink....

If he had been there...if he had been there, he would have had the courage to push it away, no, he would have noticed that he didn't want to drink...he could have told him he didn't want to drink...he would have helped himself...he would have taken the glass away, no...he would have had to make this not my fault...he would have purposely spilled the glass and then just found something to deal with it....

The bitter liquid slid down one's throat and the violent excitement exploded in one's mouth. The not-so-sweet taste of the alcohol stimulated one's stomach, and the syrup swirled in one's stomach with a cacophony of laughter, almost screwing one's stomach together. Everything that had been eaten before screamed, desperately trying to find an exit out....

It was only now that I suddenly realized that I had long been dependent on that boy, that I was looking for him for anything, and that I was filled with courage whenever I saw his figure. No matter what difficulties he had, if he found him, he would help himself. Self changed in order to become a girl like Qin Lan, changing her hairstyle to the same as Qin Lan's, self wanted to stop being shy in front of outsiders...this was what he told himself....

However, himself now, just in front of him, was no longer shy.

Self remained as it was in front of outsiders, cowardly enough to not even dare to say a word. Self...only dared to be capricious in front of him....

Wanting to leave...wanting to get out of here....

Wanting to go back, where there was him....