I have a brother.
My brother is a college bully.
At the end of each semester, he would get a bunch of certificates, and his parents would always hang around him.
I don't like it at all.
Come on, is it just a few pieces of paper with markings on it? I can get it back too.
As a result... I was asked to be a parent ten more times this semester.
My brother always laughs at me: "Aren't we from the same parents? Have you had a genetic mutation?"
When I refused to accept it, I pushed him to the ground and beat him.
He was a weak scholar, so naturally he couldn't beat me, and he was always bruised and bruised by me.
But he acted like nothing was wrong, and even smiled silly when I hit him.
I decided not to compete with him on this track.
I want to take the beauty route.
I said to my brother: "How many girls in your class like you?"
My brother kept stuffing it in vaguely, saying that many girls and boys liked him.
Yep, who believes it?
However, my brother is indeed good-looking.
His face is small and white, and he wears a pair of glasses.
Yep, polite scum.
Of course, I'm not bad looking either.
When people see it, they always say that my brother and I are cut from the same mold.
My brother said that I absorbed his genes.
Anyone who looks like him must have stolen my genes.
My mother didn't think so. She said I looked ugly and looked nothing like her and my father's child.
I said I look so handsome, but you don't look like my mother either.
So she hit me again.
But my brother actually stretched out his hand to stop me.
No matter who wants his help, I will fight against my mother alone.
If his thin skin and tender flesh are damaged, fans will come to me to settle the score.
His fans are crazy. Seeing me going to school with my brother every day, they thought I liked him too and wanted to block me in the toilet and beat me up.
I don't agree. I'm obviously more handsome than my brother, so how could I be his fan? I was so anxious that I caught those three lunatics and beat them half to death.
When my brother arrived, the person had already been carried away.
He stared at me.
Did I say you want to beat me up too?
He didn't say anything, but came over and took me into his arms.
My nose felt itchy and I dug it into the crook of his neck.
My brother smells so good, he must be wearing perfume. No wonder those crazy people like him, and I like him too.
What happened? His chest was actually wet.
It was definitely not me who was crying.
He said, I'm sorry, I influenced you.
Tsk, how could he influence me.
But. . I'm afraid that if he's sad, his grades will fail, and his parents will scold him if his grades fail.
So I patted him on the back and said it was okay.
One day, I asked him: "Qi Jian, you don't like me, do you?"
My brother smiled and said, "Yes, I love you."
Purpose: Brothers, friends and brothers
