i don't want to be your sister

When the first ray of morning light climbed over the window sill and jumped into the room, several teenagers lying in rows were still immersed in their dreams.

Deshan is wrapped in a quilt, like a silkworm doll; Sunwoo is lying well, but the quilt is gone; Donglong has one leg on Zhenghuan, his mouth is slightly open, and there is an unknown smile on the corner of his mouth. Mingzhen still hugged Aze's waist tightly with both hands as before, but Aze's hand was unconsciously placed beside Deshan.

It was Sunday, and the adults tacitly did not wake up the children early.

When the brightness of the sun became dazzling and the temperature began to rise, Zhenghuan stretched his waist, and everyone woke up one by one like a domino.

"Ah, Si Donglong, the whole body is on top of me, you're going to die." Zheng Huan moved his neck and stretched his legs, feeling numbness in his thighs.

"Boom!" A pillow was thrown at Zhenghuan, "It's so noisy." Deshan seemed quite angry when he woke up.

Aze sat up sleepily, dazed and cute, and was accidentally injured.

Donglong became playful, and secretly threw a pillow, which hit Sunwoo's back.

All of a sudden, a pillow fight broke out.

"Ah, damn it, ah!" Deshan's fighting power was extraordinary.

Mingzhen looked at the already chaotic room, carefully avoiding the pillows that flew over from time to time, and sighed, "Youth, youth."

"Oh!"

Well, Min-jin joins the melee.

After a long time, it should be a long time, everyone was tired, so they announced a truce.

At this time, the voices of the mothers of each family echoed over the alley and spread into the room.

"Junghwan, let's have breakfast~"

"Sunwoo, let's have breakfast!"

"Deshan, let's have breakfast."

The people who were named got up from the ground and waved goodbye one by one.

All of a sudden, the room became quiet, Mingzhen and Aze looked at each other silently, then Mingzhen jumped up, "I'm going to wash up."

Ahhh, is that me with the messy hair?My image... is dying.

Seeing the not-so-good self in the reflection of A Ze's eyes, Ming Zhen screamed inwardly.

"Yeah." Ace nodded confusedly.

After Ming Zhen left, Aze heard footsteps, "Son, let's have breakfast too."

"Arathor."

**

After breakfast, Aze stayed quietly in the room and read the chess record, while Mingzhen was knitting something with silk thread not far away.

Because Aze is going to fly to Japan for the competition tomorrow, the friends tacitly agreed not to disturb, even Donglong who wanted to come to Aze's room to watch the video tape was strongly stopped by Deshan.

All morning, the room was very quiet, only the sound of chess pieces hitting the chess table and the wind flapping the curtains, and occasionally a ray or two of sunlight shone through the curtains in a corner of the room.

The sun is just right, and the years are quiet.

Sometimes, Mingzhen would stop knitting and look up at the calm and focused boy.

It was a look that had never been seen before.

Living in Aze's house for three days, Mingzhen has seen the cute and confused Aze, the gentle and considerate Aze, the clear-eyed Aze, the shy Aze, the calm Aze in front of fans, the relaxed and harmless in front of friends Azer...

It seems that most of his appearance is his appearance in front of people close to him, his ordinary appearance in life. Mingzhen has always been very glad that he really regards her as a relative, although he has never seen her alienated appearance with his own eyes. But Mingzhen knew that if Aze looked at her like that, she would be very hurt.

At this moment, she finally saw what he looked like in front of Go.

Calm, focused, in a world of its own.

That Go genius who appeared in the newspaper, she finally caught a glimpse of his demeanor.

So intuitive, so close to feel the aura on his body.

She likes his clear eyes, cute and harmless appearance, so she will treat him as a younger brother worthy of love, but seeing him at this moment, she can't help but put her eyes on him, that is the admiration for the strong .

When you are doing something seriously, you will not feel the passage of time at all.

When Mingzhen accidentally saw the clock on the wall, she realized that it was already noon.

"Brother, do you want lunch?"

"No, I'm not hungry."

"Oh."

Mingzhen stood up, put all the silk ropes in the basket, moved her somewhat stiff hands and feet, opened the door and walked out.

Aze thought that Mingzhen was hungry, and watched her open and close the door, so he withdrew his gaze and focused on the chessboard.

Only when a bowl of steaming white porridge and a small plate of cut kimchi were placed beside him did A Ze realize that Ming Zhen had prepared lunch for him.

"Mingzhen, I'm really not hungry." Ze looked seriously at Mingzhen's face.

"No way, my voice is a little weak." Ming Zhen frowned and complained in a low voice.

"Knowing that you might not have an appetite, I prepared white porridge, and kimchi is also refreshing and appetizing. You just have a bite~" Mingzhen Xiaozhi reasoned with emotion and added coquettishness.Aze smiled helplessly, "Alathor."

When Aze put the first mouthful of white porridge into his mouth, he realized that the temperature of the porridge was just right. Looking up at Mingzhen's bright and gentle eyes, Aze was moved.

With the precedent of lunch, Aze obediently ate at dinner.Then, receiving the gratifying look from Aze's father, Mingzhen smiled softly.

The night of early sleep, as always, a soft tune, a pair of warm hands.

Another morning.

Mingzhen set an alarm clock for herself at six o'clock.The second the alarm clock rang, she slammed the alarm clock to stop like a frightened bird.

Carefully getting up, looking at A Ze who was still asleep, Ming Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, she was going to prepare breakfast for him.

**

"Brother, have you woken up?" Mingzhen put the prepared breakfast on the dining table, and Aze's father was already helping to arrange the dishes. As for how Aze's father and Mingzhen exercised their sovereignty in the kitchen, I don't need to elaborate , everything goes without saying.

Ming Zhen didn't hear A Ze's answer downstairs, so she took off her apron, hung it on the wall, and climbed upstairs lightly, "Brother, can I come in?" Ming Zhen asked.

Although Mingzhen and Aze lived in the same room, Mingzhen still asked politely. She was afraid of entering the room without saying hello. It would be very embarrassing if she met Aze changing clothes.

"Come in." Aze has already got up and is trying to button the buttons on his shirt.

"Brother, you buttoned the wrong button." Ming Zhen rubbed her forehead and chuckled, "From the first one."

"Ah..." Aze looked down at the fruits of his labor, feeling a little distressed.

Mingzhen couldn't stand Aze's appearance the most, she had no resistance at all, "I'll help my brother buckle it."

Unbutton all the wrong buttons, and then slowly button them one by one. The temperature of fingertips fell through the shirt to Aze.

"Does my brother still need to put on his coat? Let me tie my brother's tie."

"Ah."

Mingzhen has never tied a tie for others before. She just watched a small video teaching how to tie a tie when she was browsing Weibo. She found it interesting. She tried it a few times with her own clothes and learned it.

Although the 16-year-old Aze is still a teenager, he is already 1.8 meters tall. Although Xiao Mingzhen has inherited the height of his parents and is already 1.6 meters tall, she still looks petite standing in front of Aze. Can't get enough!"

"Hmm!" A Ze looked at Ming Zhen's serious face, and felt a strange feeling in his body.

The two of them were very close, and Aze could clearly see Mingzhen's long and thick eyelashes, her straight and small nose, and her slightly pursed mouth.

"Okay!" Hearing Mingzhen's voice, Aze woke up from his trance.

"Thank you sister Wuli." Aze adjusted the tightness of the tie with his hands.

Men in formal suits are indeed the most handsome.

Mingzhen couldn't hide her starry eyes, and Aze, who was wearing a formal suit, had an abstinent yet seductive aura.

Mingzhen, who was so fascinated, certainly didn't forget the important things, "Brother, stretch out your hand, yes left hand." Mingzhen remembered that Aze had a watch on his right hand.

Aze didn't ask why, and stretched out his hand obediently.

A finely woven red rope bracelet was tied around Aze's wrist, and then secured with a slipknot.

"A gift for my brother, I hope my trip to Japan will go smoothly."

"Does Mingzhen want me to win?" Aze asked, his voice a little soft.

"Ah, no, just enjoy the process of playing chess in the game, and you don't have to win. No one can win all the time. There are winners and losers in the game." Ming Zhen remembered the scene where Aze asked Deshan in the play The phrase "I don't necessarily want to win, do I?" is a bit distressing.

"I just hope my brother eats well, sleeps well, and doesn't get too tired this time around." Mingzhen explained and told him to go on.

Aze looked at his chattering younger sister, and he didn't feel any trouble at all, and the pressure on his body gradually dissipated.

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This chapter made me feel so much~