Why to use the title of Mr. Mo, a man who is twenty or thirty years old at first hearing, seems to be a question worth discussing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Little Mo? Old Mo? Mr. Mo? Brother Mo? Little Brother Mo? Still is......

It's better to call Mr. Mo, in fact, Mr. Mo can also do it.

In short, because he still has to go to school tomorrow, Mr. Mo is on his way home. Riding a half-worn bicycle, carrying a tool for committing crimes, and humming strange tunes in his mouth. On the way, he also smashed a street lamp with no cameras around.

What a bad behavior! But there is no one to sanction, so it can only be stopped.

The faint moonlight soaks into the dim yellow realm of the streetlights, the small solo of bicycle tires on the insect-free concrete pavement, and the occasional neon sign that passes by is very strange, like nails stuck into a wooden plank, not necessarily useful, but definitely an eyesore.

The city is called Higashigi City, not Fuyuki City, which can summon the Holy Grail of wishes, but a piece of wood in the ancient country of the East, a rotten wood, inconspicuous and dispensable. This is Mr. Mok's understanding and Mr. Mok's own opinion.

But even if it really rots, Mr. Mo will not be disgusted at all, because Mr. Mo's home is here.

About half an hour away, he was quietly run over by Mr. Mo's wheels.

Uncle Zhang, the doorman on duty at the entrance of the community, had already fallen asleep unconsciously, and the sound of Mr. Mo coming back did not wake him up.

Leave the bike in the garage, lock it, untie the small paint bucket, and glance at the car next to me. This is left by the cheap dad, and it has also been modified, and Mr. Mo occasionally drives it once or twice. Although Mr. Mo is not yet old enough to take a driver's license, his cheap father doesn't know how to get him a driver's license. This made Mr. Mo super suspicious of what his cheap dad did, but Mr. Mo's cheap dad really didn't reveal his specific work until he died, and Mr. Mo didn't want to dig deeper.

Carrying a small paint bucket up the stairs to the house on the second floor. The complex is surrounded by several buildings, and each floor is made up of two sets of houses facing each other.

The tenant who wanted to come to the opposite door had also fallen asleep, and there was no sound from the closed door, and the dark brown door exuded a somewhat solemn atmosphere in the quiet of the night.

Mr. Mo didn't really pay attention to the movement of the door, and directly took out the key to open the door of his house. The living room was unsurprisingly dark, and my sister should have been asleep for a long time.

is different from herself, her sister Mo Nianqiu has a healthy work and rest routine. In fact, Mr. Mo's life is also very regular, although it is not normal.

Mr. Mo didn't turn on the light, closed the door and walked back to his room in the dark. Carefully avoiding the stacks of books stacked very high in the room, and placing the small paint bucket, Mr. Mo sat down at his desk.

Mr. Mo's cheap father left a lot of books, and he didn't think that he was originally divided into two houses, but after renting out a house, it was different when all the books were put in one house. The brothers and sisters in the four-bedroom house have one bedroom for each person, and the remaining two rooms are full of books except for a small amount of sundries, and some of the extra ones are placed in Mr. Mo's bedroom, and the space in Mr. Mo's bedroom is at least half occupied by these books!

There are many kinds of books, such as astronomy and geography, strange philosophies, dictionaries and comics, and even small yellow books. Mr. Mo usually brings one or two books to school to read. In addition, Mr. Mo relied on the accumulation of knowledge brought by these books to write online articles.

With the joy of the achievement of graffiti, Mr. Mo turned on the computer and began to code words, or rather, began to unscrupulously count words in the article. The inspiration for the number of words in the middle of the night is really gushing out like a spring!

It was about 1 a.m., and Mr. Mo's evening work was just to sort out what he had written in his notebook during the day's class time, and then enter it into the computer, and it would be done at about 2 o'clock.

The sound of tapping on the keyboard rises and falls in the dim but dazzling light of the screen, and a faint tiredness wells up, and the thoughts are clearer. In this inexplicable atmosphere, Mr. Mo ended the day's activities and calmly fell into the sweet black country.

"Brother, get up!"

A plain and crisp bell sounded.

At six o'clock, after the competent alarm clock rang for a long time but did not work at all, Mr. Mo's sister, who was preparing breakfast, came over to tell Mr. Mo to get up.

Mr. Mo, whose mind was in a mess, did not respond, nor did he say childish words such as sleeping for another five minutes, but silently curled up in a ball and shrunk in the turtle shell of the quilt.

Next, it's time for my sister to wake up and tell my brother to get up!

Bang!

Mr. Mo and the quilt were kicked off the bed and rolled twice, almost knocking down the stacked book wall.

Apparently Mr. Mo's sister Xiaoqiu believes in the power of action more than words.

In a sense, Mr. Mo's sister has the same bad personality as him!

After a fierce ideological struggle in his gradually sober mind, Mr. Mo reluctantly got out of the quilt.

Because they are family members, because they know each other too well, they understand each other's abilities and bottom lines, so they ...... You can do it without mercy. Mr. Mo doesn't want to be kicked again!

After opening his sleepy eyes, a somewhat petite looking figure appeared in front of him. The height of one meter five is barely average among girls of this age, with fair skin, delicate face, and short black hair that is shoulder-length. The small and delicate body looks very cute under the slightly wide blue and white sports uniform, or rather, cute!

Although he doesn't hate school uniforms like sportswear, Mr. Mo thinks that if his sister wears a sailor's uniform, it will be more cute! However, in between, Mr. Mok prefers a sportswear-style school uniform because it was designed to protect students. Safety is more important than aesthetics.

Having said that, under Xiaoqiu's petite body, what is hidden is far more force than ordinary adults! Mr. Mo, who is 1.7 meters tall and weighs 120, easily kicked and flew away.

Mr. Mo can say with certainty that under normal circumstances, he can't beat his sister Xiaoqiu. It's not a guess, but Mr. Mo was really beaten by his sister!

Before his death, his father often taught the two of them martial arts. However, Mr. Mo's talent in hand-to-hand combat is really not good, and when he first practiced, he could still fight with his sister, and he could even rely on his physical advantage to gain some upper hand. But after a while, Mr. Mo was easily beaten to the ground.

However, the question is, what does Mr. Mo's cheap dad do? There is a very suspicious feeling!

All in all, Mr. Mo is about to start a new day. No matter how much you want to it, you can't change the fact that you can't beat your sister.

The interesting thing about life is that you can find different kinds of fun in the repetition of events.

Mr. Mok, who was brushing his teeth in front of the bathroom mirror, seemed to have done a different kind of brushing action.