[Comprehensive] Stepsister's Occupation

"Yes... I think it's the last exam in this school, and I should take the exam well." My voice was a little unnatural, maybe because I had never been carried by a bicycle before, and now I was worried about my personal safety. , and maybe he has never violated traffic rules so blatantly, and now he feels guilty.

But in short, the heartbeat operates with an unnatural rhythm.

Akashi gave a low laugh, and the clear voice blew past my ears with the wind: "Then during this time, you have to concentrate on it."

I think he has a point, but why would he say this for no reason?I didn't know why, so I gave a puzzled "eh"?

The bicycle flashed past passers-by, rolled over fallen leaves and dry branches, making a rattling sound, and the sound of the wind remained the same.

"You were in the living room yesterday and forgot something—"

The scent of shower gel from a strange man exuding from his body made me drunk as if I had drunk alcohol, and so did my voice.So I was drunk, addicted, thinking: things?

what?I lazily groped for the coy memory line, remembering yesterday in the living room, recalling putting a bag of something in the living room yesterday, and then, that thing was...was...

I rely on!

I suddenly woke up so that the hairs stood on end.That thing is the new ♂ work sent to me by Xuecuntou!

You must not imagine the number of alpacas rushing past my heart at this moment, those things, those things were actually seen by Akashi!I suddenly felt that the noodles were like a steaming pot, and the temperature was so high that no less than ten pancakes could be cooked.

"That's...it was drawn by my friend..." I faltered and frantically put together my words: "I'm...I'm a support...a support..."

He said "Oh" knowingly: "Friend." Just like meeting for the first time, this "friend" is short and short, and contains other seven characters-"ェ口cartographer friend".

"It's really a friend..." I wanted to cry, but my face was burning hot, and I clenched my hands subconsciously.

The bicycle shook suddenly, I was shocked, and asked what was wrong, he said: "You hold me too tightly."

I actually forgot that my hands were on his waist, however, it seemed that I caught something interesting.I said leisurely, "Ah, sorry~"

He was not very satisfied: "But you seem to be very happy."

I am very interesting: "Because I found out...so you, brother, are you ticklish?" This seems to be the second "weakness" that I caught after "cat's tongue".I am quite proud of it.

He said calmly, "Your life and death are now in my hands."

I changed my attitude in seconds, changed my face in an instant, and said very sincerely, "I'm very sorry!"

Even though his back is facing me, I seem to be able to feel the smile on his lips.

My body was stiff and trembling, and I said tremblingly: "You are like this... I really don't know how to put my hands... Slow down! Calm down!" It may be because my hands trembled twice, and then touched again. When it got to his nerves, he probably trembled too.

He suggested: "I think you can hold it, it will be better."

So, tremblingly, I did so, stretched out my hand, and wrapped my arms around his waist.As a result, he got better and I didn't get better.

My mother often told me that one of the reasons she fell in love with my dad was because my dad used to drive her home on a bicycle.Thinking of this, I panic, hoping that this will not be the reason why I like someone.

Some couples looked back at us and said, "Ah, I miss it so much. We used to be like this before."

Others said: "It's really enviable."

Maybe it was because I was tired of watching, my gaze shifted slowly from the scenery to the back of the person in front of me.Before high school, the word "back view" was very defined to me. It was defined in the "back view" that Zhu Ziqing wrote about his father, and the "back view" that Sanmao wrote about her mother.So at that time, I thought that I would have some understanding of the back view, probably because of the father's love or mother's love.And the figure belonging to me came suddenly on this day, but it was neither my father nor my mother.

So far, I haven't seen any work in the textbook that expresses my feelings about "brother love"—and it's still a stepbrother.Those who express this kind of love outside the textbooks are the sands of the Ganges River, but they are all forbidden/taboo romance novels.Therefore, such feelings are extremely strange to me, so unfamiliar that I dare not touch them, but I really want to dig them out.

The incoming wind blows his clothes and his red hair, and the reflection of the afterglow makes his red hair more magnificent.In the past, I was often said to have artistic cells. I thought that person's words were cryptic, but he actually wanted to say that I had neurotic cells.At this moment, I feel that what the man said is not wrong.At this moment, my artistic cells sprouted.I am deeply attracted by this magnificent color.I have never been so obsessed with this color, or rather, I have never been so obsessed with a color.I don't know at this moment that his exclusive color will solidify into silk in my life, which will not be twisted, melted or scattered.

Both of them were silent for a few minutes, the dusk was about to pass, the sky was full of stars, and the sky was purple.

Seeing that he had been driving me for a long time, I kindly asked him: "Are you tired?"

He was silent for a few seconds before replying, "A little bit."

Since he said that, I couldn't answer him "Then you bear with it", so I asked, "Do you want me to ride for a while?"

"Hiss—" he braked, turned his head, and said, "Yes."

Routine!I'm angry.

We both got out of the car and switched places.

When I grabbed the handle with both hands, my heart was fluffy.I still remember the last time I carried someone on a bicycle, it was when I was in the second grade of middle school, I took a seven-year-old little sister to kindergarten.

The person behind me, regardless of age, body shape, weight, or gender, is in absolute contrast to the person I carried last time.

I mustered up the courage and stepped on the pedal: "I'm leaving..."

Akashi let out a "hmm".

I took a deep breath, and stepped on the pedal firmly. I trembled a few times at the beginning, and after I found the feeling, it became smoother.

But this kind of comfort, until he, like me just now, put his hands around the waist of the driver.

In an instant, the bicycle trembled with my heart, and the front of the bicycle suddenly turned twice. I hurriedly controlled it again, took a deep breath and continued to parallel, saying: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"...It's really dangerous." So, he could only hold it tighter——

The only remaining rosy red in the sky finally faded away, and the street lamps lit up one by one.The breath of summer night brought by the head-on wind, the breath of youth.Maybe there will be no such days in the future, and it is worth recalling after many years. I find that my mood is so happy.

The day of the exam is getting closer and closer, and there is no time to pay attention to the information on those light weapons on weekdays.I haven't touched the a6 at home for a long time, but I picked it up today and took it out for maintenance.

This thing is not suitable to be brought to the game field at present, but it is really wronged to leave it unused.I wondered, should I use it later to practice my hands?The maid sister who usually comes to urge me to go downstairs to eat is honest and cute. She looks really bully, and I have given me a lot of knowledge about survival games. If I am surprised by my sudden actions later, I should not be surprised. and angry.

As I was thinking, there was a knock on the door, and I said as usual, "Come in."

The door was opened and someone came in.Suddenly, with a flicker of sight, the person who came was thrown to the ground by me, "Pa La Pa La" seemed to have something scattered on the ground, and I didn't pay attention to it.My eyes dimmed and then brightened, I sat on this man, A6 pointed at it, but at a distance of a few centimeters, what I saw in the scope was the forehead skin, and I almost poked the muzzle of the gun directly on the man's forehead.

"Freeze call."

"Hit."

I didn't expect that she understood quite well. I didn't teach her in vain in the past-wait, she?he?

It doesn't sound right.

With doubts, I withdraw my eyes from the scope and move the a6 away.

Oh my god—I actually threw Akashi Seijuro down!Should this be a toast, or should we dig our own grave?

I said: "My lord brother—" Listen to my explanation!

Currently, under me, Akashi chuckled lightly, "Your skills are quite good."

I want to cry: "Why did you come to my room..."

"Come and return these to you." He held up the red paper bag in his hand, and there were only one or two books left in the bag.And the ones scattered all over the floor from the paper bag are his new paintings that Yukimura Toru gave me last time.The cover really has all kinds of plays.

My old face was blushing again, and I hurriedly jumped off him, quickly put those things into the bag, and stammered, "Why is this thing here with you?" Last time he reminded me, Said I forgot those things in the living room, but I forgot all about it when I got home, and I didn't see those things in the living room.

"You didn't take it away. The servant thought it belonged to me, so she took it into my room." He said this very calmly, as if the servant misunderstood that it wasn't him.

The temperature of my face tripled again. Although there was a little laughing factor mixed in, I definitely didn't dare to laugh at this time, and said apologetically, "I'm really sorry...but this is really my friend... That’s my neighbor’s!!”

He sat up from the ground and watched me tidy up at a loss, "Okay, I get it. My friend's work should indeed be appreciated."

I said, "Yeah, I get it, I'm going to love it—oh no, I'm going to keep it!"