Brother Control's Comprehensive Journey

"Okay, that's the end of today's lesson, Master Jingwu, Master Itachi, both of you have done a good job."

Putting away the sheet music with satisfaction, I really like these two sensible and smart students, Lisa, especially Itachi Atobe, who can learn everything in no time.

As for the episode between the two just now, Lisa pretended that she hadn't seen anything, and a smart person knew what to say and what not to say.

"Thank you, Miss Lisa, it's already noon, let's go after lunch, Zhengcun!"

Putting down the piano cover, Atobe gave Masamura instructions.

After Itachi's playing just now, Atobe worked very hard in the remaining half of the class, and no longer lost his temper because of boring fingering exercises, because Atobe hopes that one day, he can play like Itachi himself. Emotional tune.

As if he had calculated the time, Masamura had already opened the door and walked in as soon as Atobe opened his mouth. An excellent housekeeper is reflected in such tiny things.

"Don't bother you, Master Jingwu, I have an appointment with my friends at noon, it's a pity that I can't have dinner with you."

She politely declined Atobe's invitation, and after having a meal at Atobe's house once, the cold atmosphere at the dinner table made Lisa swear that she would never dine at Atobe's house again.

Even if the dishes made by the chef of the Atobe family are really delicious, even watching the two young girls dining gracefully is very enjoyable.

It would be indigestion, that oppressive feeling!

"Ah, is that so? Muramasa, send Miss Lisa out!"

"Yes, Master Jingwu."

Anyway, Atobe invited Lisa to stay because of politeness, and it doesn't matter if she doesn't agree to Atobe.

"Itachi, tell me, do ordinary people eat the same as us? What should ordinary children be doing now?"

Although they had to receive an elite education because of their family relationship at a young age, their daily schedule was full, but Itachi and Atobe still had an hour of nap time after lunch.

Regardless of the disapproving eyes of the housekeeper Masamura, Atobe was willful for a rare time. After eating, he didn't go directly to his room for a nap, but climbed onto Itachi's bed.

With his hands behind his head and looking at the ceiling, Atobe suddenly asked Itachi who was lying next to him.

"Why do you suddenly care about this issue?"

Itachi knew in his heart that although he didn't seem to care on the surface, Lisa's quick steps as if she was being chased by a ghost still hurt her sensitive Atobe just now.

Lisa, although you didn't mean it, you still have to pay for your actions that hurt Xiaojing!

Where Atobe didn't notice, Itachi's eyes flashed sharply.

"It's not that I care, I just want to know. That's right, you, like me, live in this villa every day, so you definitely don't know."

Shouting the previous sentence loudly, Atobe's voice was very loud because of a guilty conscience, but when he reached the latter sentence, his voice suddenly became low again, with a faint sense of loss.

"Stupid Xiaojing, different people have different lifestyles. Although the whole family eats together, it may seem warm, but their difficulties cannot be understood by a young master like you who can order whatever he wants."

Turning sideways and tapping Atobe's forehead lightly, Itachi softly comforted the depressed brother.

"Don't call me 'Xiaojing' such an unglamorous name! Also, you are the same 'elder young master' as me, you are only one month older than me, don't always use the tone of an adult talking to an ignorant child Talk to me!"

Rubbing his forehead that didn't really hurt, Atobe was immediately shocked by Itachi's words and forgot the loss just now. This is good for children. No matter how mature they are, they can't keep their minds on one thing all the time. matter.

"I won't call you Xiaojing when you call me brother one day."

Itachi also resents Atobe for never calling him brother.

"Why, Itachi, you are only one month older than me, so I don't want to call you brother in a gorgeous way!"

Even though the word "brother" has been said countless times in his heart, when facing Itachi Jijibu still can't shout out awkwardly.

"At this time, children from ordinary families should be in kindergarten!"

Ignoring Atobe's complaints, Itachi suddenly answered his second question.

"Kindergarten? Is it the kind of place where many children are in one classroom, playing with cheap toys, learning to write simple pseudonyms, and singing idiot nursery rhymes?"

He criticized the kindergarten as useless, but how could the desire in Atobe's eyes be hidden from Itachi, an "old man" who has lived for several lifetimes?

Although he has his own company, Atobe still wants to play with more children!

"How about calling me brother and I'll take you out to play, Xiaojing?"

Glancing at Atobe who was still looking at the ceiling, like a cunning hunter, Itachi suddenly threw a bait at him.

"We have French lessons in the afternoon!"

Although he said so in his mouth, Atobe's body turned around immediately and his eyes lit up in that instant let Itachi know that this stupid boy had taken the bait.

"What if Mr. Brown can't come this afternoon?"

Itachi's expression remained calm, but Atobe saw hope from him.

"How could there be such a coincidence! Mr. Brown is a strict Frenchman, and he has never been late, so how could he not ask for leave!"

His eyes became brighter, and even the tear hemorrhoids in the corners of his eyes were shining brightly in the excited Atobe.

"What if I can do it, Xiaojing?"

Itachi's low voice was full of delusion.

"Then I'll call you brother!"

The impulsive Atobe really said what he wanted to hear as Itachi thought.

"Anyway, Itachi, you will definitely not be successful. Even if the fever was high last month, Mr. Brown came to teach us with illness. What can you do?"

Not wanting to see Itachi's confident look, Atobe added another sentence unwillingly.

"Scream louder later, Xiaojing!"

Ignoring Atobe who was about to explode again, Itachi sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, picked up the cell phone next to the pillow and dialed a few numbers.

The connection was made right away, and after a few conversations in fluent French, Itachi hung up the phone with satisfaction.

"All right."

Nodding to Atobe, Itachi said that the task has been completed.

"Hmph, Masamura hasn't informed us that the afternoon class has been cancelled!"

Speaking unconvinced words, Atobe couldn't hide the shock on his face.

He obviously just learned French like himself, why is Itachi able to converse fluently in French when he can only speak a few words of everyday language!

Although I couldn't understand what he said just now, it was definitely not wrong in French!

Not to mention who Itachi was talking to so that he was sure that Mr. Brown would not come to class in the afternoon. When he was talking on the phone just now, the faint aura of superiority was almost as close as that of the person in charge of a large company who has been in charge of a large company for several years. Father!

Itachi, how far is the distance between me and you!

94, brother act like a spoiled child