I, Zixiang, a particularly noble student in the eyes of others, is not because I am the heir of Zi'an Group, the only company in the world that sells memory metal, the teachers and students of the school saw me like seeing a star, chasing after me, making it too painful for me to go to school every day as if I went to prison, but I also thought about taking my sister and them into the showbiz...

But I want to be an ordinary student now, and I'll leave the iron-blooded mission of inheriting the family property to my sister!!!!!

After class, I lay on the glass window of the classroom and looked out, from time to time in a daze, because of the outside scenery intoxicated, but in a trance heard "Zixiang", and then the endless cry floated towards me, a handful of hugging me, I, a snail climbed the mountain and turned around, for fear of alarming this prawn I had never met·······

Holding up her cheeks with both hands, rubbing her eyes, she was quite cooperative, after I lifted her face, I lowered my head slightly 15 degrees, sobbing softly, hey, isn't this my sister, that little face, crying peach blossoms, dark eyes are still "let's da" down the transparent beanie.

Reflexively hugged her in his arms, "What's wrong with my sister, tell Zixiang, I'll help you solve it, if it's bitter, you won't drift!!!"

She was silent for a moment, but she didn't say anything, but I should have guessed·····

She didn't stop until the class bell rang.

Teachers in our school have a common problem, that is, the class bell rings for two or three minutes before entering the classroom, and I took advantage of this gap to change places at the same table with my sister.

This class is a Chinese class, and there is no sound of more than 30 decibels in the classroom, except for the class leader's "stand up" and "good teacher" and the teacher's chattering lectures. I saw Teacher Lin Yao push his glasses and scan them with his eyes that were too small to be smaller, which was comparable to a Japanese devil minesweeper. Teacher Lin talked about the eyebrows flying and dancing, and the students below listened to it as if they were fascinated and drowsy. And I, on the other hand, have been comforting my sister.

As far as I know, this guy Ziyuan is crying in the dark, ignoring the world, including my younger brother.

For this picture, I decided to do something, first, to ease the atmosphere, and second, to find out that my sister would cry for Mao.

whispered to my sister and said, "The teacher asked you to translate the second paragraph, quickly"

I don't know if I was dazed or frightened, she stood up suddenly, I was scared, "вплеЧвчье" I don't know if I talked nonsense a bunch of gods, the teacher said unhurriedly "Ziyuan, what's wrong, distracted or auditory hallucinations, sit down, the current baby, hey... "Teacher, I'm sorry, I think this paragraph is too well written, so I'll ......"