Xie Dongsen looked at the weak hand that was "indecently molesting" his little brother, and the veins on his forehead jumped three times, and finally couldn't help but said, "Xiao Bing, you still haven't made any progress after all these years."
Xiao Bing looked at his hand that had accidentally touched little Xie Dongsen. His face turned red and white, then white and red again. He finally stood up in a pretense of coolness, glanced at the place he had accidentally touched, and then said to Xie Dongsen: "Xie Dongsen, you still haven't made any progress after all these years."
Ten years ago.
Xiao Bing sat on the ground, holding a pen or a ballpoint pen in one hand, and the other hand... Eh? Is this a magical horse?
Xie Dongsen didn't understand why he, who had just been sitting on the bench listening to the class, suddenly sat on the ground. Moreover, his younger brother was molested for no apparent reason. Just when he was about to stand up pretending to be fine, he heard Xiao Bing muttering in a low voice: "Why are you so young..."
Xie Dongsen: "..."