[Comprehensive] Stepsister's Occupation

Long after that has passed, I still have occasional flashbacks to the day he played for me.To be more precise, I will recall a lot of things he did for me, but he played for me that time, as if protecting me who was injured, so it was even more memorable to me.In other words, what is unforgettable is his back and his firmness.Can there be any man who will guard you unswervingly every time?Sometimes, these things will turn into emotions, welling up in my heart and gathering in the sockets of my eyes.In a later year, these emotions I missed burst out, couldn't hold them and poured out of my eyes-I cried a lot because of it.

After the training camp, my foot injury was almost healed, and I was able to move freely.It can be said that this is a training camp that does not mean much to me.In the first match, the team was distracted and lost.In the second competition, Akashi scored full marks for me.I did nothing but apply Colt.Afterwards, I wasted a few days as a wounded patient and served as mosquito feed for several days.

Back in the big birdcage of Akashi's house, I started to live a life in a house again.Akashi is different from me, he has a lovely basketball team, training and competitions every now and then, and spends a summer vacation with enthusiasm.

He seldom has free time, and occasionally when he is free at home, he will go to the piano room.Sometimes when I wasted my time lying in bed, I would hear his melodious piano sound passed through several rooms and several doors, and then across the stairs.Sometimes I lie on the window in a daze, and the sound of his violin is like silk threads lifted by the breeze, slowly lingering around me.

I once secretly watched him play the violin.I didn't dare to disturb him, for fear that he would stop the melody because of it.Holding a small drawing board, a piece of sketch paper and a charcoal pencil, I was "peeping" through the open door somewhere he couldn't see.He was wearing a British style suit and stood half a meter away from the window.The white light from the window seemed to give him a perfect backdrop, and his eyes were closed, with feathered lashes covering his lids.With the movement of his hands, the beautiful melody rises leisurely in the touch between strings.

This scene landed on my sketch paper.I thought to myself, I didn't secretly take pictures, I just drew him, which is not an infringement of portrait rights.This is at best an idiot in disguise and an artistic performance.

Most of the summer vacation was passed by me in this way, and as the start of school day approached, my sense of crisis grew day by day.Luoshan is a famous high school with outstanding achievements every year.If I don't prepare well, I'm afraid I will be passed the entrance exam on the first day.Even if Akashi's relationship can force him in, he will definitely be left far behind and unable to catch up.

A few days before school starts, new school uniforms arrive.Famous high schools even have different materials for their school uniforms, and the texture is much better than that of my original school.I showed off in front of the full-length mirror in my school uniform for a while, and within two days, the most horrific horror happened—school started.

I once made some plans for the Luoshan Entrance Examination, and I bought several questions on the Internet and came back to brush up.But I don't know if the merchant is too treacherous to cause trouble, or Luoshan is too perverted.That math problem, I am - did not - understand.That planning was like planning into a pit.I brushed the questions for n days, but it turned out to be useless at all.

After the exam, I went home irritably, returned to my room, and lay my body on the bed.Even if Akashi came to ask me what was wrong, I would just excuse that I was too tired, and then sleep under the big quilt.

On the first day of school, I found my name on the white paper.Among several other unfamiliar names, I found "Manqiao" in the bottom row.I was assigned to Class C of the second year of high school.I got the report card on the first day, the other grades were above average, and the only subject, mathematics, was at the bottom of the class.Therefore, the class ranking has also been greatly pulled down.As a new transfer student, his grades were at the bottom of the class.First of all, the teacher didn't have a good impression of me, "Hey, classmate Man, that's your seat, go sit there." He didn't even give me a chance to "introduce myself".At the same time, it is natural to lose the opportunity to gain respect among the students.

I think that's fine, anyway, I don't want to join any small group among classmates, just quietly finish the day after day of class.

I remember a word called naive, naive.Very suitable to describe me.

In the first month, the students were pretty friendly, but naturally there were two or three who were aloof and didn't care much about you.Although the teacher treats you as negligent, he is still willing to take care of you in terms of learning.Overall, it's a peaceful situation.But this peaceful situation finally collapsed after the first monthly exam.I failed math again, and my ranking was pulled down by math grades again.

The class teacher finally couldn't help calling me to the lesson preparation room, shaking my report card and complaining: "Students like you are not suitable for Luoshan, Manqiao! It's useless to have good grades in all subjects. You have to be outstanding to be worthy of staying in Luoshan! You are lucky, not only are you not outstanding, but you are also bad at math!"

In fact, I really don't understand her way of scolding, and she didn't say how to solve it, but simply said that my behavior would hinder the class, lower the grades of the class, and make me unworthy of staying in Luoshan.I figured that she still held back a word in her heart and dared not say it, that would cause her no bonus.Although I was depressed, I couldn't ask her directly: "Then what do you want!"

Finally, she said something of practical significance, that is: "I want to see your parents!"

I said, "My parents are in Tokyo..."

The head teacher said impatiently: "Your uncle! Your aunt! Your uncle!"

I said, "I only have my brother here."

The head teacher said even more impatiently: "Then your brother!"

Then, tremblingly, I pointed at the one who came to the class preparation room with a stack of test papers: "This is the one who comes in now..."

Akashi heard our conversation and let out a long sigh.After placing a stack of test papers on an empty teacher's desk, he turned around and walked over here.

He bowed and said slowly, "Hello. I'm her brother, Akashi Seijuro from Class A of the third year of high school."

I don't know the expression on Akashi's face at this moment, I dare not look at him.I was afraid to see his disappointed face, and I was also afraid to see his indifferent face.Both of these hurt my heart.

So at this moment, my heart was extremely painful, and I felt ashamed of the Akashi family again.Fortunately, I have hardly ever used the surname "Akashi".Fear is something similar.

The homeroom teacher's facial expression froze for a moment, and after two seconds, he came back to his senses: "Akashi from Class A... the one from Class East..." His tone was obviously much softer.

The homeroom teacher looked at me again, and the luminous expression in her eyes suddenly dimmed. She felt incredible: "Are you brother and sister? Why do you have different surnames? Also, the level is too far behind..."

Akashi is standing next to me right now, and I can feel his breath.I curled up my fists, the embarrassing atmosphere made me want to cry, I only felt that my self-esteem was seriously hurt, but I deeply understood that I was not qualified to let others respect my self-esteem.

When the homeroom teacher saw that my brother was Akashi, he stopped talking to me.

After I was trained, I went back to class depressed.Originally, I would not have been so depressed. I have always been indifferent to other people's criticism, which can also be called "very thick-skinned".But this time is different, this time Akashi witnessed my weakness on the spot, and saw the huge difference between my level and his level.We are tied to the same surname family in name, but in reality, we are different.It was only after a long time that I realized that if they were pure brothers and sisters, why should my sister care about how strong her brother is and how weak she is.

People only want to catch up with the pace of people they like.

Then those students in the class who had always been indifferent to me finally couldn't stop being indifferent.When they were fighting with each other, they threw my books at each other without my consent, and said to me: "It doesn't matter if it's a math book, you don't read it anyway."

When I was in math class, I reached out for my pencil case: "Lend me to use it, anyway, you don't need to listen to this class..."

The third time, I finally lost my temper.They were stunned for a while, and suddenly felt very funny, obviously I am so bad, why should I get angry?The math teacher noticed my movement, and kindly offered a sentence: "Student Man, please don't disturb other students in class."

Then those students lay down on the desks and suffocated their laughter.My act of "getting angry" did not regain my due dignity, but just gave them an excuse to make fun of and bully such a classmate.

This is the difference between me and Akashi.He is strong and I am weak.Strong people are admired by all, while weak people bully wantonly.This is one thing I can't change.Strong people are good at socializing, which is called a good person, and weak people are good at socializing, which is inevitably mixed with gallantry.Therefore, I will not even be able to socialize well.

After the teacher reported my grades to Akashi, I felt that I was really ashamed to face Akashi.I returned to the room after hastily eating dinner, and continued my depression facing homework.

Later, Akashi came from the next room with a lot of test papers and exercises in his hand.

I was taken aback, and quickly wiped what almost came out of my eyes, and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

He put the pile of test papers and exercise books on my desk, took a chair and sat next to me.While flipping through an exercise book, he said, "From today onwards, I will give you tutoring."