"Old Xia!"

I heard my name being called, and a spirit, following the voice, saw a basketball speeding up. As soon as I came back to my senses www.biquge.info, I didn't even have time to raise my hands to protect my handsome face, and I was smashed out of my eyes full of gold stars by this fake Spalding.

The basketball came with a lot of force, and it hit the bridge of my nose right again, making my hair dizzy, my nose sour, and my eyes watery with tears. I covered my face, bent down, and it took me a long time to catch my breath and curse loudly: "Say! ”

Probably thinking that I was not in the right state, the coffee in the group with me said to the others: "Change the group, you play first, let's take a break." With that, he and Ah Mao put me out of the field.

Coffee is my high school classmate, his real name is inherited by Cheng, and he is rich and forced one. He loves to drink coffee, and if he doesn't drink coffee, he will die. His most prominent achievement was that in his junior year of high school, he persuaded the head teacher to successfully move the coffee machine into the classroom with his three-inch tongue. Because of this, he got the nickname of coffee recognized by the whole school.

As for Ah Mao, he is also my high school classmate, whose real name is Qin Keda, is a king of the Olympiad who loves literature, and has won the provincial Olympiad championship. Since his father's name is Qin Xianglin, after learning Comrade Lu Xun's "Blessing", we habitually call him Ah Mao.

We are a serious 800 iron triangle and brotherhood, and the end of our high school career cannot destroy our iron-clad comradeship. In this long summer vacation, we still often get together to play basketball, and we are also like a little bully on this field - hanging all kinds of elementary school dogs, junior high school dogs, high school dogs, and then being beaten by retired grandfathers.

But apparently, the goddess of victory doesn't favor us today, and I'm like a stake -- well, it doesn't really have anything to do with the goddess of victory, mainly because I'm so badly beaten. Even if I hadn't been smashed just now, we would have been out of the game if I conceded two more goals.

Alas, don't talk about that.

After the game, Coffee asked me to sit on the sidelines and rest, while he and Ah Mao went to buy drinks. They bought drinks and came back, and the three of us sat on the floor side by side.

"Lao Xia, are you okay?" Coffee took a sip of Coke, glanced at me, and asked cautiously, "I don't think you're in much shape today." ”

Ah Mao nodded in agreement: "I think so too." ”

I took a hard sip of iced Coke, then looked up at my two good brothers, and almost blurted out some words, but I held back. I frowned and said against my will, "It's okay. ”

"Are you alright?"

"It's all right!"

Both Coffee and Mao looked incredulous, but I denied it and never spoke. They looked at each other and said nothing.

It wasn't long before it was the three of us playing. Of course, because of my preoccupations, I was once again treated like a dog. The junior high school child opposite me was asking for something on my head, just like Yao Ming versus Guo Jingming.

"No more fighting!" After this abuse, I decisively chose to give up, and I said hello to Coffee and Ah Mao: "Today is over, I really can't move." ”

"Then we'll stop fighting." Coffee and Mao packed up their things and followed me to the parking shed.

Obviously, the two of them were still uncomfortable with me, and on the short journey from the stadium to the parking shed, they repeatedly knocked on the side: "Are you okay?" Are you sure? Are you sure? Do you want to go to the doctor together? Do you want to go to the movies together? Do you want to go to AV together? ”

"Get out!" I was fed up with the coffee chatter and rolled my eyes and said, "I'm really fine!" ”

Maybe it's because I'm not good at hiding my emotions, even though I say "I'm fine" many times, Coffee and Mao still don't worry about me. They made a detour and rode home with me, and they didn't leave together until I reached the door of my house.

Inevitably, they still have to ask those few words along the way. Obviously, my answer is still those few sentences.

After all,

I wouldn't tell anyone that I suspect my own sister is doing a helping social ...... Even the best brother for me. Or rather, it's because I'm the best brother that I won't say it. Of course, no matter what, I'm bothered by it.

As for why I have this problem, I have to start from the beginning.

First of all, I would like to introduce myself, contemptible summer snow, summer summer, snowflakes and snow, pleasant people. Yes, you heard it right, my name is exactly the same as the name of the Golden Snake Langjun.

Although my mother kept quibbling that she gave me this name because of the snow and the beautiful scenery on the day I was born. But I still firmly believe that the real reason that drove her to cheat her son was her girlish heart with an excessively long shelf life.

My mother has always made no secret of her love for Golden Snake Langjun, although I still haven't figured out what is so good about a scumbag like Xia Xueyi. Or is my mother so confident that if she crosses into the world of "Blue Blood Sword", she will definitely be Wen Yi and not He Hongyao?

I always think that women like Xia Xueyi because they have a problem with their IQ; Men like Xia Xueyi, but there is a moral problem.

Of course, in addition to the plot of "Blue Blood Sword", I also have a reason to hate the Golden Snake Langjun - the name "Xia Xueyi" is simply a nightmare for the first half of my life.

Every time I go to school and enter a new class, there will be strange teachers who come to me to take a special roll call. Sometimes even the teacher in the next class, you say you don't teach me at all, what are you doing to join in the fun?

"Which one is Xia Xueyi?"

"Me."

"Oh, don't stand up, I just get to know you."

Oh, damn retarded!

Okay, let's not talk about that, anyway, the name is just a code name, and it's not a big deal. Just like the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, which was divided into three years, the beacon fire was endless, so may I ask, who is the big winner in the end?

Read it to me again - Cao! Exercise!

Cao Cao, Cao Cao's Cao, Cao Cao's, it's so domineering.

In my country's current network environment, I can't write about it every day, and I can't say that I have the ability to change Cao Mengde's name.

I have thought of alternate names for him, Cao Zedong, Cao Xiaoping, Cao Jinping, etc. These names are also very noble, at first glance, they have the appearance of an emperor, which matches his identity very well, so let him choose one at random. Oh, don't thank me, do good deeds without leaving a name, please call me the red scarf.

Okay, the poor mouth is also poor, let's move on.

I was born in the 61st year of the Celestial Empire, in a family of mechanical engineers. My parents, both mechanical engineers, originally worked for a large state-owned enterprise, but were later cleared out of the organization due to the illegal birth of a second child. However, it was also a blessing in disguise, catching up with the great development of foreign-funded enterprises in the 60s, and joined the mainland joint venture company of a well-known multinational company.

It seems that because of the excellent level of business, the multinational company transferred my father to its headquarters in Germany for retraining. My mother, as a technical backbone and family member, also followed naturally.

My parents left me on the eve of my college entrance examination and flew to another continent. As a result, my life has become a model of "relying on my sister for my life".

As for my sister, oh my God, I must highlight my sister.

My sister is the little guy who made my parents lose their jobs, born in the 66th year of the Celestial Empire, and her name is Xia Xueyou. The current junior high school students will be promoted to the second year of junior high school after this summer vacation.

My sister has always been a source of pride for me - even though it would seem a bit unambitious to say that as an older brother.

However, considering that my younger sister has been studying both arts and sciences since she was a child, and she has easily swept all kinds of competitions at all levels, I have nothing to be unconvinced.

Especially in addition to studying, Xue You also plays the piano well, writes calligraphy well, and plays badminton...... My sister can do almost anything.

And she has outstanding appearance, and she seems to have an innate super affinity, as long as people who have seen her have not said that she is bad. My parents' colleagues, as well as the neighbors, joked that they wanted to set the doll to kiss the ordinary.

Sometimes I even wonder if my sister is a new-type in the Gundam series, a new human who has been modified.

"Are all the Federation's drivers monsters?"

That's pretty much what it feels like.

It's not that my princess sells melons and boasts. This thing has a sentence to say, except that the hair is not colored, and tears do not turn into pearls, my sister is simply a figurative Mary Sue!

But such a sister, my most beloved sister, my most sensible sister, has recently become a source of nightmares for me - I suspect that she is betraying herself!

Of course I don't suspect my sister for no reason, I say that, I think so, there must be a reason for me.

Just two weeks ago, I cut a watermelon and wanted to bring it to her. But when I opened the door, I found her unconscious on the floor, cold all over her body. I was so scared that I pinched her and applied cool oil, and I tried everything I knew, but I still couldn't wake her up.

But fortunately, when I took out my phone and was about to dial 120, Xue You finally woke up - her eyes were full of fear, panic, and helplessness......

I looked at her for a long time, and on a summer afternoon, I stared into her eyes, and I felt inexplicably cold to the bone.

"Xue You, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Saying this, her thin body was still trembling slightly.

"Are you really okay?"

"Nope." Yukiyu took a deep breath, stood up, took the fruit bowl from my hand, and pushed me out of the room with her head down.

Since that day, my sister has changed.

Originally, my sister always lived the healthiest life - reading, practicing calligraphy, playing the piano, and occasionally meeting up with classmates to play badminton.

But lately she has behaved unusually, often going into my dad's study and sitting in front of the computer all day. I'm not chatting QQ, or I'm browsing the web. It's normal for a girl in junior high school to be attracted to the Internet, but whenever I get close, she closes all web pages and dialog boxes, isn't that normal?

I wanted to find out who she was in contact with and what she was looking at. But when I took advantage of her absence, I wanted to retrieve the chat history and browsing history on the computer, but I found that all the traces had already been erased.

In addition, my father is a strict father in the traditional sense, and he is quite strict with my sister and me. Even I was only allowed to have my own mobile phone and computer after the college entrance examination. Xue You was still in junior high school, and my father would never have bought her a mobile phone.

But recently, a durian LPHONE-3GS mobile phone suddenly appeared next to Xue You. She hid it well, but I found it anyway.

lphone is a mobile phone worth 5,000 yuan, although the family's economic conditions are good, and they can even be said to be rich, but under the deliberate control of my parents, I can't afford it, let alone Xueyou?

Referring to the recent news of "durian for chastity" that has been widely spread on the Internet, TV, newspapers, and all media, I think things are a little wrong......

Later, I tried to find out some news from Xue You's classmates, but the results of the investigation only made me more worried.

"In the past two weeks, has Xue You said anything strange to you?"

"Xue You hasn't contacted me at all during this time."

"Didn't she play with you two days ago?"

"No, she hasn't been looking for me in the past two weeks."

By the time I hung up the phone, I was drenched in cold sweat, and a terrible word came to my mind - help communication.......

Spend a lot of time on the Internet, durian mobile phones of unknown origin, and strange whereabouts covered up by lies...... If you think about it further down this line of thought, why did my sister faint that day? Was it played bad by some man...... I mean hurt the body......

Oh my God!

I couldn't believe everything I was thinking about, but I couldn't make any other reasonable assumptions.

What should I do, to expose her?

If she doesn't expose it, will she fall deeper and deeper? Falling into the hands of child eromaniac like Dololes Haze and becoming the pathetic heroine of a crazy ethics drama?

But once it is revealed, what will she do at such a young age? How will she face me, how will she face her future life?

Do I have to tell my parents the truth? There are many things that I can't do on my own. I can't imagine that the bastard who might have been, who had defiled my sister, would be so easy to let go after throwing a lot of money at it.

But what if I told my father and mother......

There were too many ifs, like saws, pulling back and forth, tormenting my fragile nerves.

Home, right in front of me. But I was a little overwhelmed by the familiar home.

Can anyone tell me what to do?