Park Ji-yeon hid at the corner of the stairs and watched Park Ji-sub, who was holding a blue-covered book in his hand, walking this way, turning around and running upstairs.

Back in the bedroom, Park Ji-sub glanced at Park Ji-yeon, who was pretending to be reading a novel, and a smile that didn't fit his age group leaked out of his immature little face. Then I walked to the corner and started to prepare for the problem.

Park Ji-yeon secretly looked at her younger brother, since the other party was discharged from the hospital, the changes in the past month or so can not be described as earth-shaking. Even if she doesn't listen to the lecture in class, she can answer the teacher's questions, and she doesn't go out to play after class, she just sits in the classroom and reads books she doesn't understand.

"Did this kid take the wrong medicine?" Park Ji-yeon's little face puffed up and she said to herself.

But what made her speechless the most was that Park Ji-sub really dared to do that rare and death-threatening topic. When my father bought these things and came home, the two of them almost went crazy even when they looked at the answers.

With such thoughts, Park Ji-yeon wrinkled her nose and continued to read her novel. When this guy was scolded by Abba, he knew that he was in class......

In about an hour, Park Ji-sub rose up and picked up the blue-covered book and walked out of the bedroom. Park Ji-yeon got up from the ground and followed her downstairs.

The little girl hid around the corner again, looking at Park Ji-sub, who was standing in the living room talking to Abba, and her doll mother who was sitting on the side and looking at the confrontation between father and son with a smile.

"Abba, some of these questions should be from high school!" Park Ji-sub rubbed his fingers and said to his cheap father with a little resentment.

"Lots of!" The middle-aged man blushed and reprimanded sharply.

Park Ji-sub pursed his lips, as far as he knew, this cheap dad didn't seem to have gone to high school. So...... This is a question that the other party will not do himself.

Seeing that his son really solved the problem in the whole book, the middle-aged man was embarrassed! Because he doesn't know if the other party is doing the right thing or doing it wrong.

"Go play with your sister, I'm going to check if you're doing it right." The middle-aged man glanced at Park Ji-yeon, who was peeping at the movement here, patted Park Ji-sub's head and sent the other party away.

Park Ji-sub chuckled and got up and trotted to Park Ji-yeon, glanced at her sister, who was still dazed, and stepped forward to pat the other party: "Come back to your senses, slave." ”

Then he went upstairs with a wicked smile, leaving Park Ji-yeon, who had just recovered from his recovery, standing in place. After a long time, the little girl looked at her smiling father, pursed her lips, and suddenly became worried. He hesitated, then walked slowly upstairs and slowly pushed the room open.

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed over, and Park Ji-yeon subconsciously put on a defensive posture, but after finding out that it was Park Ji-sub, she relaxed again.

"Slave, it's not a good thing to complain." Park Ji-sub hugged Park Ji-yeon affectionately, rubbed his head on the other party's chest, and said in a milky voice.

"You look like a nervous disorder every day, and I'm worried about you when you look at those things." Park Ji-yeon let her younger brother do it, and said in a somewhat empty tone.

Park Ji-sub smiled and stood on tiptoe in front of his sister: "An-la, I'm not angry!" ”

"Why are you angry, it's obvious that I'm worried about you, so I told Abba." Hearing this, Park Ji-yeon said excitedly like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail.

Park Ji-sub let go of the girl and looked at the other party with a serious expression: "Slave, I'm really not angry, because ...... I'm not going to be mad at you. ”

"Cut!" Park Ji-yeon turned her head with a slightly red face, and then stopped talking.

Park Ji-sub laughed and took his underwear to take a shower...... Park Ji-yeon rubbed her face, but the sentence 'I won't be angry with you'......' echoed in her mind

At half past nine in the evening, Park Ji-sub sat in the corner of his bedroom, leaning back against a cushion and looking at the "Outline of the Constitution" that was bigger than his face. About a meter away, Park Ji-yeon was looking at her brother with her face in her hands.

She found a very interesting thing, Park Ji-sub usually looks very kind, and people can't help but want to pinch that face. But when reading a book, that little face became a board, and a different kind of charm actually appeared.

After watching it for a few minutes, Park Ji-yeon snorted and said, "Ji-sub, it's time to go to bed." ”

"Got it, slave."

Park Ji-sub's body shook, and then he closed the book and put it in his backpack. He quickly got under the covers, but soon he lost his freedom.

"Slave, you're holding it too tightly." Park Ji-sub smiled bitterly and moved his arm, and said helplessly.

"Oh!" Park Ji-yeon replied lazily, and then the strength decreased a little, rubbed her head against Park Ji-sub's neck, and murmured, "Ji-sub, you won't blame me!" ”

Park Ji-sub's eyes changed slightly, and he looked up at the other party pretending to be puzzled: "Why blame you." ”

"I sneaked to participate in S.M's trainee recruitment, and you were beaten." The little girl hugged her brother tightly and whispered, "Because you don't match your looks, you were eliminated, and you were hospitalized." ”

A look of surprise flashed in Park Ji-sub's eyes, it was rumored in his previous life that Park Ji-yeon had interviewed trainees in S.M. in the past. It's just that no one knows the result, in short, it must have failed. But he really didn't expect that Park Ji-yeon was actually brushed off because of her looks.

Park Ji-sub stared at his sister with a strange expression for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed heartily.

S.M's admission standards for trainees are very high, but there is one thing that has always been criticized. That is the requirement for appearance, which is simply to the point of perversion. For example, Kwon Zhilong, who was a music producer, IDOL, and the captain of the popular boy group in later generations, turned YG because he didn't look good when he was a child, and he was still a material to play RAP, and he had no hope of debuting in S.M.

There is another one, that is, the first captain of T-ara, known as the soft girl Jing of the 'White Ball', who was also killed by S. M is culled out.

"What are you laughing at?" Park Ji-yeon hit Park Ji-sub's head in annoyance, and it was not a good thing that she was eliminated.

"I didn't laugh at anything, I just felt that S.M lost my slave, and he would definitely regret it to death in the future." Park Ji-sub hugged each other milkily and said slightly childish words.

Park Ji-yeon smiled and looked at Park Ji-sub with satisfaction, and then rolled the other party in her arms with her backhand: "As long as Ji-sub doesn't blame me, it's fine." ”

Park Ji-sub smiled bitterly and wanted to push Park Ji-yeon away, but found that the girl had already closed her eyes and started sleeping. I could only helplessly endure the uncomfortable sleeping position and began to look at the girl.

But immediately he remembered one thing, in the future 2010 period, a chat video appeared on the Internet. The girl in it looks very similar to Park Ji-yeon, but the other party ...... But the upper body is naked.

So it was rumored that Park Ji-yeon had a ** experience when she was fifteen years old, but this video was confirmed soon after. The girl in it just looks like Park Ji-yeon, not herself at all.

The matter was calmed down, but the consequences were ...... Because of those insulting remarks on the Internet, Park Ji-yeon suffered from online social phobia. A girl who is only 17 years old was forced to be like this by a group of netizens in South Korea who don't know the truth.

Park Ji-sub moved his arm and looked at the little girl in front of him. The facial features that have not yet grown are only the prototype of the alluring face of the later generations, and the dark skin that I saw at first sight has begun to slowly become fair. The slightly closed eyes trembled slightly, and it could be seen that the little girl had fallen asleep.

"Even if it's a younger brother, so what!"

Park Ji-sub whispered to himself, and then hugged the girl with a smile and backhand: "Big deal, German orthopedics." ”

He had too many regrets in his previous life, and in this life, he ...... He didn't want to leave any regrets. This girl, who is always pretending to be domineering and soft as water inside, how can he be willing to give up.

It's late at night! The two siblings who snuggled together unconsciously leaned closer together. Park Ji-yeon had a satisfied smile on her face, then tightened her hands and slept more soundly......