"I'm back—"

After sending Zhao Guoguo downstairs to her house, Su Mu quickly rushed back.

Obviously he hadn't seen him for a long time, but he inexplicably missed his gentle sister.

"Could it be that Willy's guy is right, I'm really a sister?"

Su Mu fell into a brief period of self-doubt.

But soon, that fear was gone.

- I have no blood relationship with Xiaoxi... People who are not even of the same race, what is there to be afraid of?

The light in the living room on the first floor was on, and Su Mu changed his shoes and walked over, and he could hear the sound of rushing water from upstairs.

Xiaoxi should be taking a bath, but the dishes on the dinner table are steaming.

This is the most amazing thing about Luo Xiaoxi.

No matter when he got home, his sister could heat up the meal in advance, and the time was extremely accurate, and there was never a mistake.

"Good Fragrance ......"

Su Mu sniffed, and suddenly his mouth was full of relish, his index finger moved, and his eyes were shining.

He picked up his chopsticks and began to soothe his already empty stomach with a standard "no meal at noon" gesture.

People who practice martial arts are all big stomachs, this is true......

Not at all.

Eating too much will lead to a large increase in "fibroblast growth factor" in the brain, which accumulates in the brain, causing cerebral arteriosclerosis. Over time, brain cells will die due to lack of oxygen, resulting in reduced function and atrophy of brain tissue......

In short, it becomes mentally retarded.

We all know that the most important thing for a practitioner is understanding...... So what kind of sex do you know when you are mentally retarded?

However, this can also explain one point: those strong people in history who are the strongest in the world will always have a little abnormality in their brains, and maybe this is the real reason.

Su Mu, who felt that he had solved the case, ate a full meal and began to clean up the leftovers.

In the absence of anything important, Su Mu was happy to help his sister share the housework.

Normally, Luo Xiaoxi wouldn't let him do this-

"Brother has this time, why don't you go to practice for a while, just leave simple things like this to Xiaoxi."

By the way, the ordinary social civilization on the Blue Star is more like the eleventh region of the earth, and most girls will feel that housework is something they should take for granted.

After cleaning the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, Su Mu returned to the living room, and Luo Xiaoxi didn't seem to have finished taking a shower.

Listening to the sound of rushing water, he inexplicably felt a little faster in his heartbeat.

"Or... ...... go up and take a look? ”

Just at a glance......

…… Huh... Wait?

Why do I have such shameful thoughts?

Even if it's a brother and sister, as long as there is... Phew, you shouldn't do it even if you like it, right?

It's all Violet's to blame!

Well...... It's all her fault, that's right.

The more Su Mu thought about it, the more it made sense,

"If it weren't for the fact that she put the three words dead sister control on her lips every day, how could I have accepted this setting so easily?"

He explained to himself in a whisper, then nodded, indicating that he believed himself.

Then, he walked out of the door, walked to his compound, and took out his giant sword to familiarize himself with martial arts.

Whenever he thought of Wei Erli, Su Mu couldn't help but want to cultivate...... In order to catch up with her.

Not the one who caught up with her. But like her, she can wield a giant sword and make handsome and cool moves.

Every man has a bloody dream, and Su Mu is no exception. And he felt that if he could have the talent and strength of Vierly, he should be more handsome than her in a fight!

But Su Mu will not give up his shield, because he believes that the meaning of the existence of the shield is protection, and he has many people who want to protect.

……

……

In a mansion somewhere, Violet, dressed in pure white tulle pajamas, was lying on the bed, her long ice blue hair was draped around her waist, unfettered and unfettered, and her lower legs exposed in the air were white and smooth, swaying gently.

She held her chin in her two small hands and stared at the phone in front of her, but her gaze was slightly glazed, as if she was remembering something.

"Ahh

"It's not cold...", rubbing her nose, the girl muttered quietly, and then seemed to remember who was coming, her cheeks quickly became red, and she snorted softly: "Stinky rascal! ”

As far back as he can remember, he has always been a stinky rascal.

……

"Classmate, classmate, you are so handsome!"

At the No. 9 Hunting Center, she had just finished her actual combat training and quit the other world, when a teenager stopped her.

Violet glanced at him, ignoring him, retracting her gaze and quietly waiting for the test results.

Does anyone boast of a girl like that? She thought.

And this person, she remembers, he has been staring at herself since she came on the field, which is very rude.

His eyes were dark and shining, flickering slightly, as if he had seen something beloved by him, and the label of a hooligan was hung at that time.

Violie hated the look, so she didn't intend to talk to him in the first place, and didn't even bother to say a word.

But the boy didn't seem to be able to see her emotions, and kept pestering her to say that she wanted to learn giant sword skills.

"You can find a teacher, don't bother me." Violet was so annoyed that she replied. Learning swordsmanship seemed to her to be just a reason to get closer to herself. And, even if he really wants to learn, so what?

"But they're not as handsome as you......" said the boy, scratching his head.

Violie frowned, and just as she was about to say something cruel, the teacher came to announce the results, and the boy stood back in his queue.

The next thing is to take the bus back to school together, and then divide the class, and there should be no more intersection between them.

At least that's what Violet thinks.

That guy was like a piece of kraft candy, thick, sticky, and disgusting, so when choosing a club, she also specially chose a club with only three people.

A small number of people in the club generally means that the ranking is very low, and a low ranking means that the average grade is poor, and the poor grades are not enough credits, and it is unknown whether he can graduate at that time, so it should be unreasonable for him to chase after him again.

After all, not everyone is like her, even if they don't do anything, they can get into the first school.

And he came anyway.

It doesn't seem to be for her...... Violie remembers that when the two first met in the club, the boy looked surprised, not like he was pretending.

But it doesn't matter, the important thing is that she gets entangled again.

"Teach me." He still scratched his head and said.

“…… You run a hundred laps of the playground first, and if you can still stand and talk, I'll teach you. ”

"Really?"

"Hmm." Violie actually said it casually, she just wanted to completely dispel the other party's thoughts. In fact, there is an easier way, which is to tell him explicitly:

"My swordsmanship is related to talent, you can't learn it."

But Violet didn't say that, she just wanted to make things difficult for this annoying guy.

The playground is 800 meters in a lap, after all, he is just a reserve soldier, and his physical strength is only a little better than that of ordinary people, twice the distance of the marathon, and it is impossible for him to finish it.

But it turns out she's wrong.

Su Mu ran from afternoon to evening for more than six hours, during which he fell and got up countless times...... After all, he finished 80 kilometers and stood in front of her.

He stood only for a second, and said only one word: "water." Then he fainted and fell to the ground.

At that moment, Violie felt that time had been extended indefinitely, and the guilt in her heart was like a flood bursting the embankment, and she was almost out of breath.

For the first time in my life, I felt self-blame, but I didn't expect it to be because of a boy.

But I'm sorry, these three words have not been said for a long time, and I haven't said them until now.

She couldn't tell...... Violie felt that she would probably never say these three words for the rest of her life, which was her pride.

"So... Let's put it another way. ”

Violie picked up her phone, her flushed cheeks reflected on the screen.

She found a contact, listened to her heartbeat getting faster and faster, and gently sent the "good night" in the draft box.