my brother is scumbag

In the end, no matter how Shinichi explains, Yuanzi sees him as a sophistry, but Xiaolan comforts him, but he always fails to comfort him, and instead deepens Yuanzi's thoughts.

I took a can of milk and drank silently while watching the play.

Then when Xinyi jumped, he cleared his throat and finalized his conclusion.

"Okay, as friends, we will definitely trust Shinichi—"

I added with a smile:

"So don't worry about whether Xinyi is telling the truth or lying."

"..."

Shinichi gritted his teeth, he looked like he wanted to have a duel with me, but in the end he just snorted angrily, and hit the controller very loudly when playing games with me.

I think he's probably imagining the gamepad as me.

The morning time passed quickly, and when it was close to noon, Xinyi and the others chose to go home for dinner.

When I was sending my friends out, Xiaolan's house was right next door to me, and she was the fastest to get home. There was a car in the garden to pick me up, so I didn't need to worry about anything. Xinyi stayed and left last.

I stood outside the door with him, waiting for his parents to arrive.

At first, there was a bit of silence between the two of us, neither of us spoke.

Shinichi secretly looked at me secretly, looking at me several times, opening and closing his mouth to say something, I pretended not to notice, thinking about when he would speak.

As a result, I waited for a few minutes without waiting, and finally I just spoke up myself.

"If you want to ask anything, just ask."

I say.

"Huh?! What, what!"

Shinichi was startled by my sudden opening, opened his eyes wide and looked at me, then looked away in a panic, put his hands in his pockets, looked at the sky and the earth but didn't look at me.

"I don't understand you at all."

He murmured authentically.

I squinted at him, "Huh? So who's the idiot who just kept doing that air-eating motion?"

"..."

Even though I called him an idiot, Shinichi didn't get angry. He lowered his head and kicked his feet. After a while, he raised his head and looked at me again.

Hesitation first flashed across his face, then the hesitation disappeared, and he said in a serious tone: "I have nothing to ask."

Me: "Really not?"

Shinichi: "No."

Me: "Don't wait for the time."

Xinyi glared at me, puffed his cheeks and said irritably, "Ah, you are so annoying, so I don't have anything to ask."

The next second, Shinichi's head was pressed down by a hand, and then Kudo's mother's voice sounded above his head.

"Xinyi, you can't be such a fierce girl."

"...I-I'm sorry, Yui!"

Shinichi's aggrieved apology sounded loudly at the door, his face was full of resentment, which was in stark contrast to my bright toothless smile.

The shopping mall incident came to an end. Although my parents, including Xinyi's parents, were aware of my uniqueness, they all chose to be tolerant and still treated me as an ordinary child.

I found out later that the group of people who hijacked the mall didn't plan to act so quickly, but because the person in charge of the mall suddenly wanted to put the entire mall under martial law, they mistakenly thought that they had been discovered, so they suddenly opened fire.

In fact, the person in charge did that because there was a dead person in the toilet.

A few days later, my family received a courier, which did not write the sender's name and address.After the parents opened it, they found a large jar full of candy inside.

and a note.

The note reads:

[Thank you for the candy, it's very sweet. ]

"Ah, this..."

I took the note from my mother, thought of something, and looked at the candy in the jar, and found that it was exactly the same brand of candy I gave to that strange man that day.

I told my mother that I knew who the sender was, so I carried the candy back to my room.

I put it on the table and looked at the note carefully.

The handwriting on it is strong and powerful, and the strokes are sharp. If you look at people with words, the owner of the words must be very assertive, extremely confident, and full of aggressive personality.

I thought about the picture of this person in my mind again, and felt that it didn't fit the description at all.

No matter how you look at it, I just feel that he is a strange guy who is a little familiar.

But since he remembered to give me candy, he probably broke free from that depressed state.

As I thought about it, I opened the jar, took out a piece and laid it down, unwrapped it and threw it into my mouth.

The familiar sweetness spreads from the tip of the tongue.

Accompanied by this sweet smell, I put the novel I took out from the study aside and opened it, then picked up a pen, and copied it stroke by stroke according to the novel.

As I said before, I want to send the middle volume of the novel to Oda.

But this novel is a relic left by my brother, so I can't give it to others, so I decided to copy a copy and give it to Oda.

I hope Oda won't dislike my handwriting.

Thinking of this, I paused while transcribing, and with the tip of my tongue against the sweet candy in my mouth, I added something in my heart.

——Even if he dislikes it, he has to accept it.

……

"Clang clang-"

As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, a large group of elementary school students who couldn't wait to finish school poured out from the teaching building. At a glance, they were all heads, rubbing shoulders.

However, a small area was left empty, and it moved with the movement of the black-haired boy in the center of the empty area.

The boy looked no more than seven or eight years old, with short black hair curled up irregularly, raised eyebrows under the hair, and dark blue eyes full of impatience.He had a sullen face, clutching the backpack strap with one hand, his expression looked bad, and he gave off a feeling of being in a very bad mood.

Especially with the bruises on the corners of his mouth, he looks like a bad primary school student.

The boy walked out of the school with this stinky face all the time, until he saw his sister waiting at the door, his expression relaxed slightly and he got better.

"benefit."

Tsumiji saw his younger brother and the traces of the fight on his face at a glance, and couldn't help but smiled helplessly, but he didn't mention who he was fighting with, but chatted about other topics .

"There are not enough ingredients at home, let's go to the supermarket to replenish some today."

"It's just right to buy some ginger to make pickled ginger."

Hearing that there was her favorite food, the corners of Hui's mouth curled up slightly.

The two siblings walked on the street. Although they were not similar in appearance, they were equally outstanding, each with its own temperament.

After buying the ingredients, although she was still young, Hui had already offered to take the initiative to carry things. In the end, Tsumiki only gave him the bag where the ginger was stored.

The two chatted and chatted, and they talked about things that were closely related to them recently.

"Megumi still doesn't want to be a conjurer?" Tsumiji asked.

Hui Wenyan turned his head and looked at the street with an indifferent expression on his small face, "What's so good about a magician?"

He thought of his father, and refused to become a magician from the bottom of his heart.

Tsumiki sighed lightly, and knew his brother's knots. Although he was a little worried about Mr. Gojo's reaction, he still didn't push him any further, and changed the topic along the way.

"Did Hui make any good friends at school?"

"..."

Hui frowned, not knowing how to answer for a while.

friend?

He thought for a while, then hesitated and said: "After being beaten by me, the kind of guy who stays by my side, does it count?"

Tsumiji: "... Shouldn't it be counted?"

Hui heard the words, shrugged, "That's not it."

As a sister who cares about her younger brother, Tsumiji is naturally unwilling to give up just like that, trying to save her younger brother's interpersonal relationship.

"Isn't that girl there too? Someone with a better relationship?"

Hui Xiaoxiao's frown became more obvious, but he didn't want to speak ill of girls, so he just shook his head, "No."

The girls in the class like to cry too much. Obviously he didn't say anything, but just glanced at him, and the other party showed an expression of about to cry, as if he had done something bad.

In addition, he was a recently transferred student, and it didn't take long for him to have a fight with the bully of the senior grades in the school, and he won the fight. The bad reputation spread like this, so that there were very few people in the class. Dare to take the initiative to approach him.

Except for the boys who wanted to be his younger brothers after being beaten by him, Kei had no friends at this school.

Tsumi Yuki, well, it seems that my younger brother is still going to continue the situation when he was in Saitama Prefecture.

"Mr. Gojo said before that after we get used to living in Tokyo, we will take you through some training..."

Hui Jingjing listened, and would respond with a few words from time to time, his eyes wandering casually, inadvertently, his eyes wandered across the street, and he froze when he saw a figure facing him clearly.

Tsumiji noticed that his younger brother had stopped, so he stopped too, and looked at him suspiciously.

"benefit?"

She yelled, and found that her younger brother was staring in a certain direction, so she followed suit.

Across the street was a post office. A girl who looked only four or five years old was holding a stack of papers in her hand, and she was talking to the staff in front of her with her head raised, and she happened to be facing them sideways.

The side face of the girl was exposed with a little baby fat, even if only the side face was visible, it could be seen that this was a cute little girl.

"..."

Tsumiki looked at his brother, then at the girl, and then at his brother.

She was sure that although the girl was cute, she had a strange face that she had never seen before, and she was too young, so it was impossible for Hui to know her when she was in school.

Just when she opened her mouth to ask, she found that her younger brother hurriedly looked away and hid behind the electric pole with a swipe of the floor.

Tsumiji suddenly thought of something, and looked across the street again, meeting the sight of the little girl looking in her direction.

"..."

Tsumiji smiled subconsciously.

……

"Please send it to XX address for me, please."

I handed the post office clerk the manuscript I had spent a week writing, and was about to continue talking to him when I became aware that someone was watching me.

At first, I thought it was just unintentional. I didn't look at it until the gaze stayed on me for a long time.

Then I saw a girl with a very gentle appearance smiling at me.

is a stranger.

Because I didn't feel a dangerous aura from her, and she quickly looked away, I didn't pay much attention to it. I looked away and continued talking to the staff.

When the other party took the manuscript from me, I thought about it, took out a handful of candy from my pocket and handed it over.

"Please put it in and send it together, please."

When transcribing novels, I always habitually take out candy from the jar and copy while eating.

So it suddenly occurred to me——

Wouldn't it be interesting if Oda watched while eating candy?