My brother is not a good person

Raisha gave a dokidoki fiercely for the first time.

What the hell is this guy doing?

How could he suddenly hit that little thought she was hiding?

Trying hard to hold the corners of her mouth that were just about to rise, Laisha was not prepared to agree so easily.

One must know that she has prepared this whole performance skating for this!

Want her to nod when there is nothing but such a simple sentence?

He thought it was too beautiful, right?

Therefore, she didn't respond at all, but just circled the opponent's body with hands and feet, waiting for him to raise the standard to her satisfaction.

But after all, it is impossible for people to perform supernormally all the time.

As for Laisha's unpredictable temperament, Zhong Yuanzhong also failed to figure it out again.

He couldn't find any other way, so he had to call her: "wife?"

Biting her lower lip quietly, Raisha suddenly felt remorse for her behavior of removing makeup.

If she didn't remove it so quickly, she wouldn't have to worry about the redness on her face.

It's really annoying, I haven't agreed to him yet, what's my wife? !

The girl scolded and let out a "hum", and blasted the small thorn without pain, "Your wife is not here."

"If you promise, it will be."

Seeing the other party's coquettish joy, the orange-haired boy naturally wouldn't take this petty temper to heart.

"Wife, don't you think so?

Frowning almost imperceptibly, Laisha pursed her mouth and said in a drawn-out voice, "It-no-yes!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also immediately seized the loopholes exposed by the other party because he only cared about refuting, and made an inch of it, "You didn't deny that you were my wife this time."

"Is it so casual?" Laisha poked his shoulder with her finger, "It's so casual that you won't find a wife."

Grabbing her poking fingers, Zhong Yuanzhong smiled inclusively and helplessly: "I've already given you everything."

Raisha raised her eyes to look at him when she heard the words, and was immediately surrounded by the deep ocean.

She stared at him for a while, then suddenly sniffed and turned her head to the side.

The silence from the beginning to the end made Nakahara Chuya feel uneasy, "Did I say something wrong again?"

The girl who turned her head back immediately bared her teeth pretending to be fierce, trying to cover up the slightly red eye circles.

She lowered her voice and denied, "No."

After a pause for a few seconds, she tugged on Chuya Nakahara's suit jacket, hanging on him like a sloth.

Nesting on the side of his neck, she said something in Russian like a mosquito.

"Дорогая."

As soon as the words fell, she curled up in Zhongyuan Zhongye's arms, the kind that would not raise her head no matter who shouted.

Although he had never been exposed to Russian before, after all, he found a Russian girlfriend, so Zhong Yuanzhong also knew some Russian.

It cannot be said that it can be used smoothly in daily life.

But he can still understand simple words.

"Дорогая" means "dear".

He is absolutely sure of this.

With a sigh, Zhong Yuanzhong also took off his own hat on her head, removed her pinned hair bag, and rubbed it with his hands.

"You are my dearest." He calmly helped her relax his scalp, "I know this is sudden. I will definitely give you back the engagement ring."

"At that time, it will be great if you don't dislike my aesthetics."

The girl who was laughing through tears rubbed the corners of her eyes and suggested, "You are really worried, you can ask Fei Jia."

To ask Fyodor?

Can he really give solid advice instead of taking the opportunity to destroy the engagement ring he prepared?

Mr. Cadre feels that the answer to this question can be seen at a glance.

No need to think at all, the answer must be no.

Seeing his face change suddenly, Miss Champion laughed even louder.

Her eyes are bent into two crescent moons, sweeping away all the sentimentality.

"I just made a joke like that, why do you take it seriously?"

The girl wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, only to feel her cheeks sore.

"Don't worry that I will dislike your aesthetics."

"I like whatever you make." She blinked the wine with a smile on her face, "It doesn't even matter if you don't have it. Because I have already prepared souvenirs."

Miss Champion looked around, then pointed to the backpack she had casually thrown in the corner.

Her tone was very casual, even a little indifferent as usual.

"2014-2015 Figure Skating Grand Prix Tokyo Substation Women's Singles Gold Medal."

"This piece alone is definitely enough as a souvenir."

After that, she curled her lips again, "It's just a race, so it can be used for engagement."

Nakahara even doubted his ears for a moment.

What do you mean by "just for races" and "can also be used for engagement"?

Is this the confidence brought by last season's Grand Slam?

Oh, that's right... I almost forgot that she still has a lot of achievements in the youth group.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was about to speak, then silently closed his mouth again.

As an ice queen who has never failed to win a medal since she participated in the competition, and has never even won a bronze medal for the second time, such words can indeed be said.

But it's so embarrassing to say that.

With an uncontrollable inexplicable joy, Mr. Cadre secretly complained insincerely.

Take care of those guys who can't get gold medals.

But Laisha didn't pay much attention to the other party's silence at the moment.

She just frowned, disgusted with what she had done, "Tsk, why do you always feel so familiar and so clumsy..."

After thinking about it carefully for a while, she finally found the root of the problem—"Sure enough, it's the site's problem!"

"How to say?" Zhong Yuanzhong also failed to understand the logic.

Biting the tip of her tongue, Miss Champion smiled embarrassingly: "I didn't think so when I was choosing the station, but now it looks more and more like..."

"Like an idiot who puts candles under the girls' dormitory, plays the guitar, and confesses his love."

The black-haired boy who pried open the door lock and walked into the room took the conversation in a cold voice.

"Laya, your aesthetic standards have dropped."

Showing a pair of scissors, Laisha didn't notice the thorn in the other party's words, and smiled and showed her small white teeth, "It doesn't matter if you don't get the gold medal."

Frowning slightly, the visitor gave Laisha a look of resentment.

He has nothing left to say.

No matter how you say it, it is impossible to change Laisha's plan, so it is better not to say it.

"Show me the design of the ring later."

Not even bothering to continue to pretend to be elegant, Fyodor swept across Zhongya with a gloomy expression.

"I'm not going to trip you over this kind of thing."

"So..." Laisha put away her scissors, made a fist and pressed it to her lips, "Feiya, why don't you smile, this is a happy event!"

Taking a breath, Fyodor looked at her coldly: "How can I laugh?"

But Laisha didn't care about her brother's cold treatment at all.

She just smiled wider.

"But I am very happy."

"Seeing me so happy, wouldn't Fei Jia feel happy?"

Since my father passed away...

Facing her completely invisible smile, Fyodor sighed.

For the sake of her finally laughing without burden...

"Just as long as you're happy." The boy said helplessly, "Are you going back to Yokohama or staying in Tokyo?"

Raisha, who was trying to transfer herself to Nakahara Nakaya's back, froze for a moment and asked, "Why do you want to stay in Tokyo?"

Since her answer was this, then this matter should be put on the agenda.

Fyodor nodded, handed out a leaflet from his cloak, and turned to leave.

Watching her younger brother leave the room, Raisha unfolded the flyer in her hand.

"ArtRinkIn Chirenga Warehouse."

She read out the slogan on the flyer word by word.

"From December 12rd to February 3th, the winter scenery of the red brick warehouse is waiting for your arrival."

Isn't this just two days later?

Zhongyuan Zhong also naturally noticed the information on the leaflet.

He couldn't help but wonder: "Why did Fyodor give you this suddenly?"

"...Engagement gift?" Laisha replied uncertainly, "But it must be something interesting, otherwise he wouldn't have told me about it."

When Laisha took Nakahara Nakaya to the red brick warehouse together, she didn't find any "surprise" that was more in line with her younger brother's style.

Instead, I met the kind-hearted person who recommended the novel to her before.

"Is this a child from Mr. Oda's family?"

Raisha looked up and down the boy following Oda Sakunosuke.

"I didn't have time to thank you before I said it. The novel is very good."

Responding calmly, Oda Sakunosuke just stopped the boy's eagerness to attack.

He looked at the orange-haired boy standing next to Laisha, who was obviously protective: "Who is this?"

"My fiancé, Mr. Oda, don't worry, he just looks a little fierce, and he is very nice." Laisha smiled and waved her hands, "The two of us are here to participate in the ice rink art festival, and Mr. Oda also Come to skate?"

Oda Sakunosuke pulled the boy back, "I got a free ticket from my employer in the previous entrustment, and finally decided to bring Akutagawa to see it."

"Since it's skating, I'm also a gold medalist in women's singles, so I'm sure I can repay the favor you gave me for recommending novels."

Laisha took a step back, revealing the skates that Zhong Yuanzhong was also carrying.

"Mr. Oda, please take Akutagawa boy to change your shoes first, I will wait for you at the entrance."

Noticing the aura of the orange-haired boy, Oda Sakunosuke wanted to reject Laisha, but when the other party mentioned the words "return favor", he was no longer able to say the words of rejection.

Therefore, he just nodded in agreement, and then went to go through the formalities of renting skates with Akutagawa.

It wasn't until the two of them left that Zhong Yuan expressed his doubts, "You don't even want to teach Wen, why are you so active this time?"

"If you have been with Fei Jia for 18 years, you can understand why we met Sakunosuke Oda at this time."

Laisha changed her skates with ease, walked to the entrance with Nakahara Nakaya and waited for Oda Sakunosuke to appear.

Not to her surprise, neither Oda Sakunosuke nor Akutagawa, the two novices, showed up anytime soon.

And earlier than them was Osamu Dazai, who was as elusive as Fyodor.

Before Osamu Dazai could speak, Raisha smiled maliciously.

She waved behind Osamu Dazai and shouted loudly, "Mr. Oda! This way!"

Looking at Dazai Osamu's blank face for a moment, Nakahara only felt that Fyodor's gift was well delivered.