[Comprehensive] Stepsister's Occupation

I suddenly had a brother.It hadn't been a week since the little ripple this incident had caused in my mood had calmed down, and the ripple came again.

My older brother Seijuro Akashi visited our house for the second time alone.When the door was knocked three times, I was cleaning a dummy gun that my dad had assembled for me.

Although the wiping of the gun was very focused, I still paid special attention to the three knocks on the door with balanced force.My mother once said to me: "What should you pay attention to when picking a man? Pay attention to the fact that an elegant man knocks three times. Three times with balanced strength!"

After opening the door to meet the visitor, I confirmed that my mother's statement was correct.At the same time, I roughly guessed that the person outside the door was an elegant man like his father, maybe his father just knocked on the door three times to stun my mother.

Standing in front of me was Akashi Seijuro, wearing a white shirt and school uniform with his school uniform jacket held in the crook of his left arm.His appearance always gives people a feeling of extraordinary temperament.Even without the so-called imperial temperament, he still has a refined temperament that is different from others.

I was indeed intimidated, compared to the not-so-pretty meeting for the first time.Because that time I was being challenged by straw sandalworms to my gastric nerves, I was in an extremely low mood, and my senses were different. I felt that he was nothing but a rich young master.This time, he took the initiative to come to me again, which made me start to see the difference in him like a normal person.

"Akashi...?" Maybe I should call him "brother", but at the moment, I really haven't fully adapted to this new relationship, so it's really embarrassing to say the two words.

I didn't see the shadow of the middle-aged deacon, so I asked first, "Are you alone?" I even forgot to invite him in first.

He nodded: "Yes."

I continued to ask: "Then how did you come...?" I even forgot to invite him in again.I was still muttering in my heart: I won’t open the phantom this time?

"Take the bus." He looked at my face and said these three words calmly.

Immediately, he could see the expression on my face transition from calm to stupid.

He, take the bus, come to Yuechengzhuang, look for me.I was stunned three times, and stunned three times.Is it because he can't imagine the scene of him queuing up for the bus, or can't imagine the scene of him queuing up for the bus to come to my place?

No, I can't imagine either of those.

After a pause of five or six seconds, he asked me politely, "I've finished answering the question, may I come in and sit for a while?"

"Ah, sorry." I stepped aside, "Come in and sit down, please."

This time when he visited my house again, the expression on his face was obviously relaxed. Everything in the house was neatly tidied up, and there was no damp musty smell in the house, and the setting sun happened to bring a very beautiful background color.But when he saw the simulated gun on the coffee table that wiped half of me, his expression changed a little: "Barrett M903SLAP, even though it is a simulated gun, it is quite destructive." He Sitting on the sofa, he smiled and said, "It seems that I have a very special sister."

It's really special. I have Niu Lang friends and love to play with guns.My impression in his eyes is probably so stereotyped.

I stood in front of the kettle that was boiling water, and explained to him: "That gun is a gun that my dad assembled for me when he was alive."

But that's not entirely true.It was when my mother was just one month pregnant, and my dad spent a week assembling the gun. He reduced the destructive power of the gun, and installed a Xiaoyin device on the mouth of the gun, saying that it was for his future son. one's gift.He wanted his son to learn how to snipe when he was eight years old.

My mother smiled and asked him how he knew it would be a son, what if it was a daughter?

My dad was wayward, and he said he would definitely be his son.

It's a pity that God favors my mother more, but hates my father more.Let him die early and forget it. After the child is born, he is not a son, and he is not a handle.If he has knowledge under the spring, he will not vomit three liters of blood.

"Your father?" Akashi Seijuro seemed interested in this.This is also natural, after all, my father is the ex-husband of his father's current wife. In a sense, he is an unrelated love rival.

"Yeah." The boiling water in the kettle gurgled, poured on the tea bag and smudged a large area of ​​faint yellow-green.

My father, graduated from the America Military Academy, was the former chairman of the Japan TGC Organization Association.But these, before I said it, there are only six words, "He loves to play with guns." Except for the period in the military academy, all he played with were fake guns.

But it's easy for Akashi to want to know something about my father.Probably know more than I do.

He didn't ask much about my father, but instead brought the topic back to me, "I can see that you love this gun very much."

I smiled and said, "Yes."

I don't just love this Barrett, I and it are like a life-and-death sadomasochism that was destined to be married in the previous life, and I almost miss each other in this life.My mom gave me Barrett when I was eight years old.She said, anyway, my dad didn't have the life to have a son, and it was all as if he was talking nonsense before he was alive, so it's better to give this gun to his daughter.When I was eight years old, I looked at Barrett in my arms. Without a father, I wanted to see him as my father.After all, this Barrett full of fatherly love fell into the hands of his daughter. If he knew it again, he would probably vomit another three liters of blood.

I learned to snipe when I was eight years and four months old, and the target was the youngest son of the neighbor.Even though the destructive power of this Barrett was reduced by my dad, the BB bullet still swollen most of the little hairy boy's shoulder.

The house next door almost broke down the door of my house because of this incident.It wasn't noisy, but he brought the injured child to my house with a smile, and asked my mother what happened with a smile?After taking the indemnity with a smile and leaving, he came back every three days and said with a smile that his son had to go for a re-examination and filming, and he had to ask for another sum of money.

That year, because of a cheap bb bomb, I spent three years of my mother's savings.

I thought she would hit me and scold me.Unexpectedly, she just turned her back to me that night and said: "I will not take your Barrett away. Because it is your father's wish to let you learn to snipe when you are eight years old. But you can't hurt anyone in the future, Otherwise, no matter how much I love your father, I will go against his wish." Later, she added, "Also, you only injured the child's shoulder, which is not where the heart is."

That last sentence brought me a lot of psychological pressure that day.After that, my mother made a scarecrow in the garden, and hung a red handle at the heart of the scarecrow.I have to say that this method is very good. It not only allows me to practice the qiang method, but also reduces the attack of birds on the garden fruits.

She would count every day when she came back, counting the bullet marks on it.When I was eight years and ten months old, I was finally able to accurately hit the heart of a static enemy from all angles within a certain distance.

My mother asked me to practice qiang, but she was very reluctant in her heart.But who made her love my dad deeply, and who made my dad really like Lin Juemin.

After junior high school, my mother took care of me less and mostly let me be free. Since then, guns have become my hobby. I joined the survival game organization in middle school and made an appointment to play one game every Saturday.Once this Barrett was destroyed by an enemy who was extremely shy, I was so distressed that I spent more than half a year with pocket money to find someone to repair it, and I couldn't replace any accessories.It is conceivable that even if it is repaired, only the appearance remains, and some parts are damaged so badly that they are almost unusable.I changed it from a gun to a display gun, and I no longer know how many liters of blood my dad will vomit under the spring.

All I know is that since that time, I have given up my mind, retired from the organization, studied honestly, and lived quietly as a military residence. So far I have never played survival games or used guns.The reason is simple, because I am underage and cannot buy a new simulation gun.

This concludes the topic.

I put some refreshments on the table and asked cautiously, "Are you here this time..."

"I'm just passing by to see you." This sentence came naturally.He picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea noodles.The light tea mist wrapped around his delicate tail, lingering on it, and his delicate face was hazy and unclear.

I shook my fingers, and I could only smile: "You really care about me."

"You are my sister, it's normal to care more about you."

I shook the teacup, and the yellow-green liquid swayed and swirled, "This must be my mother's responsibility." The same is the face, and the swirling tea mist covering my face may not be so beautiful.

The tea became colder, and he took a sip, "Newlyweds, it's normal that I don't have time to take care of you."

He speaks elegantly, but he just means one thing: your mother and my father are busy on their honeymoon, can you control it?

This brother is really dedicated.

I didn't drink until the tea was shaken until it was lukewarm: "I thought, you came this time because you wanted me to go to Akashi's house again."

"I really hope you go back soon."

"But didn't you say that you want me to take it easy?"

He put the teacup in his hand on the tea table and looked directly at me: "So, how much time do you need?"

I said, "Graduated from high school."

He said firmly: "No."

I asked, "Why not?"

He replied: "When Father comes back, he must hope to see us two brothers and sisters, and we can get along like a family."

dot dot dot.To be honest, when I heard this answer, I only felt a little bit in my heart.I almost wanted to poke my head out and ask: Are you a father-controller?

He swallowed, but didn't dare to ask.

I don't know if his father really wants to see me get along with Akashi, but my mother definitely does.Most of what his father did was for my mother.

He added, "The environment here is not particularly ideal."

I argued: "What's wrong, it's pretty good, it's quiet and pleasant."

Unexpectedly, less than half a minute after these words were spoken, the reality suddenly slapped me several times.

Tachibana Hotaru's huge and incomparably loud voice suddenly sounded downstairs: "If it's this close, even Tachibana, who is not accurate with marksmanship, can hit it! Mr. Matsuoka!"

Then came Matsuoka Masamune's voice: "When did you guys run up there!! Hmph, do you think I'll let you get away with it again?"

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of water guns roaring.

Akashi glanced out the door lightly, he couldn't see the scene downstairs, but he could imagine a general idea.The slight smile on the corner of the mouth is very meaningful: "It seems that this place is still a military homestead."

I'm aggrieved.The pain at this moment is like being reminded by that boy to add a decimal point to my life, which adds a layer of shame.

The author has something to say: When it comes to the pain of choosing the wrong anime, once you write Qiang, you will be locked