My brother is not a good person

[Written at the top, I changed this chapter to everyone in the kindergarten version! 】

"Feja!"

The dark-haired girl rushed into her brother's bedroom and pulled open the heavy curtains.

Dazzling sunlight instantly poured into the room, illuminating the exposed face of the person on the bed.

Pulling up the quilt reflexively, the boy curled up in a ball silently.

But his passive resistance is completely worthless in front of his sister.

Grabbing the corner of the quilt, Laisha mercilessly pulled the quilt away again: "Fei Jia, get up!"

No one can remain indifferent to a wake-up call of this magnitude.

Fyodor, who could no longer stay in bed, sat up angrily with his disheveled hair.

With a serious face, he said coldly: "Stupid mortal..."

"Pfft." Laisha laughed unceremoniously.

But Fyodor was not affected by her, and finished speaking calmly and slowly.

"Stupid mortal, why disturb my sleep."

Humanoid self-propelled Feijia translator—Laisha automatically translated this sentence into "Why did you wake me up so early?".

She didn't care about her younger brother's anger, she blinked and said, "There are ice cream carts, and you can get a discount if you buy two."

Hearing the ice cream truck, the black air around Fyodor's head also dissipated a little.

He gave Raisha a silent look, and slid down the edge of the bed to the floor.

Seeing him walking towards the closet, Laisha let go of his quilt magnanimously.

Folding it up and placing it at the foot of the bed, she happily rushed out the door, getting ready to go out.

Fyodor didn't keep her waiting long either.

Pulling the boots, he carefully tied a bow after he stepped on them.

The cape tie at the neckline has also been treated in the same way.

After confirming once again that the house key was indeed in his pocket, Fyodor slowly followed up with his sister who had already run so far that she couldn't even see her shadow.

He took the ice cream handed by his sister, and while licking it, he listened to a series of gossips from his sister.

From "ready to learn 1A (Axel axel)" to "among figure skating, short track speed skating and ice hockey, I still like figure skating the most", finally Laisha bit a cone, changed the subject and said Arrived in a few days.

"Dad said..."

The girl absently licked off the ice cream that had melted onto the back of her hand.

"After a while we may have to move somewhere else."

"It seems to be called Seashore? It's not in Russia anyway."

Thinking of moving her family to a strange place, Raisha felt rare hesitation.

There is obviously little room for change in this matter.

But will this really be a good thing?

My brother's health has not been very good, and I can't move all my studies at once.

So will it make things better, or stay the same?

Raisha wasn't so sure.

But if the younger brother is willing to be together, it shouldn't be worse than it is now.

"It's Yokohama, Japan."

Fyodor is used to his sister not caring about things other than figure skating.

It is already a big improvement for her to be able to remember the word "Hin" of "Yokohama".

"Papa was invited by someone he knew from the war."

Nodding wildly, Raisha pretended to have memorized the correct place name.

But since Fei Jia would correct himself, it meant that he was definitely prepared for the past.

Then don't worry about the rest.

That's what Raisha felt until she walked into a new class in her new kindergarten.

But after a red-haired teacher named Sakunosuke Oda finished introducing the transfer students, she thinks otherwise.

Looking at the other students in the class, the black-haired girl twitched the corners of her mouth and showed a faint smile.

She bent her eyes slightly, and introduced herself in unproficient Japanese: "My name is Laisha Dostoyevskaya. I am learning figure skating, and I hope to be able to stand in the Winter Olympic Games in the future." on the field."

After that, she pointed to Fyodor beside her, "Standing next to me is my twin brother—Fyodor Dostoyevsky."

Although his Japanese is much better than Laisha, Fyodor is not going to reveal this now.

He just wore a cloak and quietly glanced at the students in the class.

This class... I'm afraid it's a problem children's class, right?

After all, there seems to be no normal person in the class.

The orange-haired boy in the first row was wearing a hat, staring at something... ah, Laya.

Quietly marking this guy as A-level alert, Fyodor looked back.

The boy next to the orange-haired boy wore glasses, and looked up at them boredly, then narrowed his eyes and concentrated on eating his snacks.

Behind them are boys with lemons in their hands and girls with high ponytails and knives.

There were three people sitting in the last row of the classroom.

The two boys on one left and one on the right seemed to be fighting at any time.

And probably the only reason they didn't fight was because someone important was sitting in the middle.

Fyodor looked at the bandaged child who smiled brightly at him, and returned an extremely elegant smile without any waves.

Presumably this is the person with the biggest problem in the class.

It must be difficult.

It's just that no matter what, he will definitely be able to grasp all the trends in the class.

Otherwise, how can we make sufficient preparations to deal with these problem children?

After a brief welcome ceremony, it is time for free activities.

This was arranged by Oda Sakunosuke.

Two-way selection can be made for new transfer students and original students in the class.

If nothing else, this should be a perfect arrangement.

Emphasize, if nothing else.

The orange-haired boy struggled for a long time before walking towards the transfer student sitting next to Yin in the second row.

He clearly remembered that the name the other party said was "Raisha" when he introduced himself.

Just as he was about to reach out, he noticed that he was still wearing gloves.

Quickly took off the gloves, the boy stretched out his hand again: "Nice to meet you, my name is Nakahara Chuya. May I be friends with you?"

When Chuya Nakahara stood up, Ranpo Edogawa had already picked up all his snacks.

He casually scanned everyone in the classroom, including the two new transfer students.

Soon, he made the most important decision of the day.

Opening the door of the classroom, Edogawa Ranpo, holding snacks, turned into the principal's office not far from the classroom.

This classroom will soon be unsafe.

So no one can stop him from going to Principal Fuzawa.

The children in the classroom obviously didn't care about Edogawa Ranpo's departure.

For them, this is all too common.

Only what is happening now may be a once-in-a-century scene.

Facing Zhongyuan Chuya's question, Laisha was a little at a loss.

She just started to learn Japanese, she just memorized the quick self-introduction during this period of time, and she didn't understand the meaning of each word at all.

And this question clearly exceeded what she could understand.

What the hell is he talking about?

Laisha silently passed the question to Fyodor through her eyes.

What should I answer?

After receiving his sister's call for help, Fyodor naturally did not refuse.

He fully understood what Zhongyuan Zhongya said.

But for him to do a good job of translating and then sit back and watch this guy get close to Raya?This is impossible.

The black-haired boy gathered his cloak, turned around, and said in Russian, "He didn't say anything, he just welcomed us."

After all, he passed by the lemon boy's table, stood behind his sister, and looked at the other person.

"She won't be your friend."

Fyodor said this sentence in Japanese, and Nakahara could understand it.

He just glanced at the other party, then turned his attention back to Laisha again, "Do you think so too?"

Because Zhong Yuanzhong also insisted on extending his palm to him, Laisha couldn't help but feel a little strange.

She then asked Fyodor: "If it was just a welcome, why did he extend his hand to me? It shouldn't be a problem for me to hold it?"

No, very problematic.

For the first time, Fyodor was so thankful that his sister hadn't learned Japanese yet.

"He just came to ask you for a gift." The boy made up an explanation casually, "But you don't have to worry about it, I'm ready."

As he said, he took out the lemon bomb that he had just taken from Kajii Kijiro's table belly from under the cloak, and put it in the palm of Nakahara Chuya.

Whether it's befriending Raya or shaking Raya's hand.

Don't think about any of this guy.

Having already seized the time to remove the fuse on the top of the lemon bomb, Fyodor pulled Raisha up and pushed her to his seat.

At the same time, Zhong Yuanzhong, who didn't have time to throw the bomb, was also covered in black and gray by the bomb, and his image was completely lost.

How can he not figure out who is playing tricks?

Isn't it enough to have a mackerel in the class who is annoying?

Wiping off the ashes on his face angrily, Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his fists: "You are just her younger brother, why should you restrict her making friends? As for the person who doesn't want to be friends with me, I'm afraid it's you, right?"

"What are you talking about?" Fyodor pretended to be stupid, "I just picked up something and wanted to ask you whose it belonged to."

Who wants to believe this guy's nonsense!

Even the bastard Dazai wouldn't believe it!

With a stride forward, Zhongyuan Zhong also grabbed Fyodor by the collar.

Immediately, the two boys scuffled.

Seeing the lemon bomb explode, Raisha of course also figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

She knew that what happened just now would definitely make Nakahara Chuya angry, but she was also very aware of her younger brother's physical fitness.

In the current situation, it seems like it is wrong for her to help anyone, so she can only persuade them to fight first.

"Don't fight any more!" Laisha, who was embarrassed to do anything, could only be anxious.

Immediately, she heard another person pick up the words louder, "You can't kill me like this!"

Following the voice line, Laisha noticed that this sentence came from the boy in the last row of the classroom, who was covered in bandages.

She took note of the other person's appearance, and brought her attention back to the fight between her younger brother and her new classmate.

Clenching her fists, Raisha then shouted, "Stop!"

The boy also added as usual: "I want to fight in the dance studio!"

Frowning slightly, Laisha finally made a difficult decision.

She didn't want to do that.

After all, as a newcomer, I want to make a good impression on everyone.

but……

The black-haired girl rushed in front of the bandaged boy in three parallel steps.

She grabbed him up and hit his abdomen with a clenched fist.

At the same time, Raisha glared at the two people who were so startled that she stopped.

"Do you all want to be beaten for being so disobedient?" She warned coldly.

And the most vivid example is holding her stomach at her feet and crying for pain.