[The world seemed to be connected by this heavy downpour. The young man looked at the figures gradually disappearing in front of him and said in despair: "I have known for a long time, how can a person like me be worthy of an angel-like existence like my sister? Aren't people like me deserving to be an only son? A person like me..."]
The young man sat on the sofa, holding a few thin pieces of paper in his hands, and fell into silence. But he couldn't stay silent forever. His sister was still holding his legs and staring at him with shining eyes.
"Sister, there is progress. There are many idioms used in this novel."
"Yeah! My brother is very discerning, so I found it from the idiom dictionary. The teacher said that I should use more idioms in my compositions. If I usually use idioms to compose words, the teacher will give me little stars!"
The young man stared at his sister for a while, then spoke with difficulty: "I'm trying to confirm. Do you think the protagonist of this novel is based on me?"
"Well," my sister flipped through the first few lines, "his setting is that he is handsome, has good academic performance, is good at playing games, and loves his sister very much. He is a brother!"
Hmm...
The young man nodded helplessly: "Brother is very happy. My image in your heart is so high."