A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

The little girl calmly put a prune into her mouth.

But suddenly her little face wrinkled up because of the sourness, and her neck couldn't help but shrink. It was obvious that she was really sore.

After he recovered a little, he asked, "Well, we know each other, and then what?"

Meng Shiwu: ...

I don't know why, but I suddenly didn't want to talk to the girl in front of me.

She! Really! So! Perfunctory! Ahhhhh!!!

Bei Wan yawned, looked down at the cushion, and felt it was uncomfortable, so she replaced it with a larger chair that could wrap around her entire body.

A large piece of soft cloth is specially placed on it, making it soft and comfortable to lie on, with the main focus on comfort.

The little girl curled up inside, making people drowsy. She yawned and asked, "And then? Keep talking."

Meng Shiwu: ...

I don’t know why, and I don’t want to talk about it.

"So do you eat plums?" the little girl asked, changing the subject. At the end she added, "They're not sour, really."

Meng Shiwu felt that he was no longer depressed. He now felt that there was a fire of frustration burning in his heart!

The young man was furious and turned to the girl and yelled:

"Not sour! Look at how sour you are!!!"

The little girl seemed to be stunned by his shouting. She lowered her eyes to look at her prunes and said in a muffled voice, "Forget it."

Meng Shiwu was shocked and confused. Why did he look like he had bullied the little girl?

How he was beaten up at Nanzhou College!

The little girl ate another dried plum, which made her wrinkled from the sourness, and asked Meng Shiwu casually, "Do you want to beat me?"

Meng Shiwu has not answered yet.

Then I heard the little girl continue to say nonchalantly: "It's okay, you can only think about it, after all, you can't beat me."

Meng Shiwu felt that all the depression in his heart had dissipated.

I'm so angry that I'm almost dying. Why am I still depressed?

Meng Shiwu gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to piss me off, then you succeeded!"

The little girl curled up in the chair, fiddling with the dried plums in her mouth, her eyes pure, and she spoke directly to the point: "No! It's all the truth."

Meng Shiwu almost couldn't catch his breath. He stood up suddenly, pushed open the window next to him, and was about to jump down.

Seeing his senior brother wanting to jump off the building, Bei Wan said calmly, "It turns out that men who have no ability will really escape."

Meng Shiwu, who already had one foot on the windowsill, said: …

No, who did this kid learn how to speak from? Why is it so annoying and so heartbreaking!

Bei Wan seemed to understand the joy that Fourth Senior Brother once enjoyed.

"Are you still going to dance?"

The little girl's calm voice inquired from behind.

Meng Shiwu looked at the sky in the distance, took a deep breath, silently withdrew his feet from the windowsill, and stepped twice.

"I just want to see if the windowsill is solid," he said.

Bei Wan murmured "Oh" softly, and finally stopped talking nonsense. He tilted his head and looked at the boy and asked, "Why did you say we knew each other before?"

Meng Shiwu's face darkened slightly. The scattered memories that had lingered in his mind for a long time came flooding back again, causing his emotions, which had just become active again, to become suppressed again.

The little girl curled up in the chair frowned slightly, and then took decisive action, using her spiritual power to force a very sour dried plum into Meng Shiwu's mouth.

Meng Shiwu stared at Bei Wan in a daze. Before his depressed and repressed emotions came up, a sour and numbing feeling rushed straight to the top of his head.

The little girl yawned with satisfaction and tilted her head, like a satisfied cat, enjoying the look shown by Meng Shiwu.

"Jun! Bei! Wan!"

Meng Shiwu felt like he was about to explode.

The little girl said calmly: "Yes, I am here, go ahead."

There is a powerless feeling like a fist hitting cotton.

In fact, it was already very obvious what Bei Wan wanted to do. Meng Shiwu took a deep breath, nodded to himself, and tried to calm himself down.

As the little girl stared at him, he said, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you."

"I picked you up, is this true?"

"Well, really."

"In my memory, you are afraid of me. Is that true?"

"Yeah, I was afraid of you."

"Then why are you bullying me so rampantly now!"

Bei Wan shrank into the corner to make herself more comfortable, and with a cute face, she said coldly: "Because I learned all this from you."

Meng Shiwu: ...

He felt like he was shooting himself in the foot. After all, in his memory, he seemed to bully little girls quite often.

But that's not the point, he just said he didn't remember it.

The girl, who was very clear-minded and had gained experience from interacting with her fourth senior brother, tried to probe: "You didn't remember it but pretended not to know, did you?"

Before, the fourth senior brother would often act crazy and stupid in front of the eldest senior brother and others, pretending to know nothing about anything, and thus escaped many beatings.

Meng Shiwu: "I am that kind of person!"

Bei Wan looked him up and down and said, "Why not?"

Meng Shiwu was speechless and just wanted to slam the door and leave. He felt so powerless.

Meng Shiwu regained control of the conversation: "Tell me what happened before."

"okay."

Bei Wan agreed and was about to talk nonsense, mixing truth and lies, in order to deceive his senior brother who had temporarily incomplete memory.

Meng Shiwu suddenly came back to his senses and looked at her with a vigilant look: "Don't take advantage of my incomplete memory to deceive me!"

The little girl gave him a soft and harmless smile: "How could that be?"

How could she lie to her senior brother!

Meng Shiwu became alert and tried to find loopholes in the little girl's simple and capable introduction.

But I found that I seemed to have been a handsome and righteous young man in the past.

He has good talent. Although he has gone through many hardships, he has also gained many opportunities. He likes to eat fruits and make people laugh. He has a good brain and is invincible when it comes to talking.

Just ...

"Why do I remember that my life story was a bit tragic?"

Meng Shiwu interrupted the little girl and said so much, all of which were praises of him and some insignificant shortcomings.

The most crucial content in his memory seemed to be missing.

Bei Wan blinked, and said calmly, "Oh, I don't know about that. You should ask Master."

She did not lie to her senior brother. After all, Meng Shiwu was only half a senior brother, so she only had to say half the truth.

Meng Shiwu narrowed his eyes slightly: "Where is Master?"

The little girl looked at him calmly: "You asked me, but I'm not the master, how would I know?"

"Anyway, you are indeed my senior brother. I have told you everything I can tell you. The college competition will be here soon, and you should focus on it."

The little girl stood up, picked up the things on the ground, turned around and walked outside.

"Wait!" Meng Shiwu suddenly spoke out.

The little girl with her back to Meng Shiwu stopped and sighed silently. What was coming would come.