My brother became a love brain

We split up and communicated with the monitors of other classes. Everyone's feedback was that they came back to study together at night, but I knew in my heart that some people would definitely not come.

Not everyone agrees with the evening self-study system. Some students also want to play in their hearts. If there is no mandatory requirement, they may not listen to their monitor.

I was in a bad mood. I walked to the classroom alone against the wall of the corridor, feeling depressed and irritable. I didn't know what to do in this situation.

I can't do anything, but...

I suddenly thought of Song Dongyang, he might have a solution, after all he is from the Song family.

I turned around and ran in the direction of the stairs, and quickly went down to the first floor, to the door of Class [-] of Senior Three.

It happened to be recess time, I stood at the door, looked in, and saw Song Dongyang at a glance. He was lying on the table, as if he was sleeping.

His tablemate saw me, and made two gestures with me, and I also gestured with him, and he understood it, and pushed Song Dongyang hard a few times.

Song Dongyang turned his neck, struggled to straighten his upper body, and looked at me with half-closed eyes.

I waved at him and pointed in the direction of the corridor. He frowned for some reason, but still walked out of the classroom door.

Together we walked to the end of the corridor and into the stairwell.

He put his hands in his pockets, with an impatience that I am not familiar with on his face, he asked me: "Chi Rui, what do you want from me?"

"I can't find you if I have nothing to do?" I smiled at him and said bluntly, "Hey, you know, our school suddenly stopped making up classes."

"Well, and then?" His attitude was neither cold nor indifferent, which made me a little uncomfortable.

"Isn't that appropriate, it's too late to study..." My voice subconsciously became softer.

"So?" he asked with a chuckle.

"So can I ask Grandpa Song to say hello..."

I have a good relationship with Song Dongyang, and I always go to Grandpa Song's house to play. Although it is embarrassing to say this, I still have the cheek to say it.

"Can't—" He refused without a trace of hesitation.

"Oh." I lowered my head, a little sad, but not particularly sad. When I make a request, I have to be prepared to be rejected. Song Dongyang is willing to help because he is enthusiastic, and he is not willing to help, so there is nothing to blame.

However, I thought that Song Dongyang, like me, liked the school's supplementary lesson system very much, and hoped that all students could learn more, whether they were voluntary or forced.

I sighed softly and said, "Okay, thank you anyway, I'll go first."

I was about to leave, but was stopped by Song Dongyang, who said: "Chi Rui, Ma Feifei is my sister, don't fight with her."

I turned my head, with a puzzled face, and asked him: "Song Dongyang, I know all your brothers and sisters. What kind of sister is Ma Feifei? Besides, I haven't even said a word to her, so how can there be conflicts?"

He didn't know when he lit a cigarette, and the smoke blurred his expression, but his voice was very clear: "Damn sister, there is no conflict now, and there will be no conflict in the future."

"Song Dongyang, the remedial classes are cancelled, and the physics teacher is suspended. There is a good chance that it's your good sister who did it." Like a child who hasn't grown up, I must argue with him.

"So what?" He said lightly.

"She's annoying—" I took a step in his direction, almost losing my composure and reason.

"It has nothing to do with you," the smoke cleared, revealing Song Dongyang's indifferent face, "My grandfather arranged a private tutoring class, you can come with me after school."

"How could your grandpa know?" I had an absurd guess in my mind, my teeth were clenched too tightly, but I couldn't help but say, "Ma Feifei complained to grandpa, grandpa said hello, yes Is it?"

Song Dongyang laughed, indifferent, even a little cruel, I have never seen his expression before, I raised my hand and grabbed his sleeve: "What's wrong with you?"

"Chi Rui," he twitched the corner of his mouth, but it didn't look like a smile no matter what, "you have to be obedient."

I half understood, I was baffled, I slowly let go of his hand and said: "The class bell just rang."

"Then you go," he said nonchalantly, "Chi Rui, if you want to treat me as a brother, just remember my words."

I didn't reply to his words, and hurriedly left the stairwell and returned to my class.Since Song Dongyang's path is blocked, I can only go according to the original plan, communicate with my classmates, pretend to leave at night, and come back to study together after a while.

I was hesitating whether to tell the teacher about this matter, but after discussing with other class committee members, I still felt that we should hide it from the teacher first—we naively thought that hiding it from the teacher is our spontaneous behavior, and punishment is also considered Not to the head of the teacher.

During lunch, I met with the monitor of the second class. The students in both of our classes decided to stay. It's messy.

Ma Feifei was very eye-catching. After all, we were all wearing blue and white sportswear, and she was the only one in a skirt.

What she wore today was not a red dress, but a black dress. She was carrying a small red bag in her hand, proud and beautiful.

She seemed to have a purpose and walked straight in one direction, and I followed her direction and saw Song Dongyang and his friends.

I frowned subconsciously, not knowing why I felt a little uncomfortable.But after thinking about it seriously, I can only attribute it to childish possessiveness.

After all, the relationship between me and Song Dongyang has always been the closest. Song Dongyang has never treated me so indifferently, never refused my request so bluntly, and never warned me not to get along with someone conflict.

All the changes seemed to start after Ma Feifei appeared.

I feel uncontrollably lost, sad and a little... panicky.

Teenagers always like to classify their friends into the best, very good, pretty good, average good and ordinary friends.

Song Dongyang is my best friend. We met each other when we were babies. I thought I knew him well enough and our friendship would last forever, but Ma Feifei was like a glass of cold water, which made me sober a little.