"Lei Yang, are you stupid?"

I've been asked this question countless times since I was five years old – in fact, whether I'm stupid or not has already been concluded in my primary school entrance exams.

I still remember that it was a summer afternoon, and what was impressive was that the sun on that day was unexpectedly not as hot as summer, but just lazily fell on people, making people drowsy. It was also so kind, with a little warm sunshine shining on the face of the young and beautiful female teacher in front of me.

The female teacher's cheeks were very white, and I was staring at the female teacher's white cheeks a little blankly after completing a long pile of test questions, because I didn't quite know what the test questions just now meant to me.

The teacher looked a little unnatural under my gaze, and she looked at me from time to time, as if she wanted to say something.

Of course, I certainly didn't know the word "stop talking" at the time. I looked at the teacher as if he was very uncomfortable, and then I thought about it for a while in connection with my usual life experience.

I asked the teacher suspiciously, "Teacher, do you want to go to the toilet?" “

The young and beautiful female teacher was stunned, but looked at me with a different expression.

I couldn't quite read the meaning of the teacher's expression, I just thought the teacher was embarrassed, and then I remembered what my parents told me before: I must respect the teacher.

I cautiously said to the teacher, "Teacher, you go to the bathroom, I'll talk about it later." “

I didn't feel that my judgment was wrong at the time, but the teacher didn't mean to go out, and she patted me on the shoulder: "To be honest, there is something that the teacher wasn't sure about just now, but now I probably understand." “

I looked at her with innocent eyes, and she put the test paper in front of me, and said in a serious and somewhat relieved tone, "The teacher is not mistaken. “

The test paper was spread out in front of me, and I saw my name and a huge lonely "0" in front of my name.

"You're a fool."

At that moment, my young heart was devastated, and it felt like a thin boxer in a game who had been perfectly knocked out by a Shenglong punch - and of course these descriptions were learned later. In fact, it was after that I sat down on the name of the stupid.

Long after that, I realized that the look on my face that day was called "pity."

Usually there are many people who look at me with this kind of poor eyes, although they don't want to admit it, but I have to say that I am indeed stupid.

The Lei family is a family of swordsmanship, the grandfather of my grandfather's grandfather, is said to be a generation of underworld martial arts masters, and there are countless enemies. In the ancient **** capital, he held two golden wire ring machetes, slashed from the first ring road to the eighth ring road, and the knife fell in his hand, seeing people killing people, seeing Buddha killing Buddha. Later, the road was completely covered in blood and corpses, but the grandfather's grandfather's grandfather didn't even blink his eyes, and he was still alive.

When it came to my grandfather's generation, the world was unified, all kinds of cultures were integrated, and my grandfather's grandfather set the Lei family knife and several kinds of knife techniques in ancient **** and ancient Japan, and found another way to create a more sharp and powerful "Super Lei Family Knife".

My grandfather and my father both inherited the essence of the Lei family knife inheritance, and both achieved success in this way. But when it came to me, the invincible Lei Jiadao couldn't help but be deflated.

It took me fifteen days to get started with the basic knife technique that can be started in three days, and when I struggled to hold the bamboo knife and swing it clumsily like an orangutan, my father looked at the bamboo knife in his hand and couldn't help but think about life, and felt that his life must have gone wrong in the way it was opened.

Later, my father also taught me a lot of self-defense techniques, but I didn't know the essentials, and no matter what the movements were, I felt like I was practicing evil exercises.

My performance in school was not satisfactory either, and there was no way for the teacher to take a student who was ten steps and a hundred steps slower than anyone else. While I was still fluttering in the shallows of addition and subtraction within tenth, my classmates were already swimming in the sea of multiplication and division. The only thing that makes my parents happy is that I am not like the protagonist in many evil novels of Gu ****, who is obviously a stupid person but has to pretend to be wise and proud. My classmates love to play with me, and in their words, when they are with me, they always unconsciously have a sense of intellectual superiority. But they also have to be careful, because I can't guarantee that I will drag them to the same level and beat them with my experience.

Everyone calls me "the Lei family's stupid" in private -- in fact, I don't mind even calling me to my face. This nickname stayed with me until I was eight years old.

At the age of eight, her parents brought home a beautiful little girl.

The little girl was dressed in ordinary coarse cloth clothes, and the skin on her cheeks and outside the clothes was a little rough, but these ordinary and rough did not hide her own beauty and beauty in the slightest.

The girl's nose was small and high, her eyebrows were slender and delicate, and of course her eyes stood out most - the girl's eyes were large, and their black pupils were as delicate as black gems in the light.

When the girl saw me, she smiled sweetly at me, and her beautiful eyes narrowed into a crescent-like shape: "Hello, I will be your sister from now on, and you will be my brother." “

I stared at her blankly for a long time.

After thinking about it for a long time, I looked at my parents with an inquiring eye and said to them:

"It may be strange to ask, but can you tell me what my sister means first."

I distinctly saw my parents caressing each other's foreheads, looking at each other without saying a word.

And the little girl, who called herself "sister", raised her delicate eyebrows exaggeratedly, as if she had heard some funny joke.

She looked at me suspiciously, and then asked, "I don't think it's polite to talk like that, but I still want to make sure..."

"You're not going to be stupid, are you?"

I thought about it for a moment and nodded affirmatively: "Actually, everyone has known about this since I was five years old. “

My sister looked at me with a strange look, and I didn't know what it was like at the time, because the distinction between these feelings was too delicate and difficult for me.

She didn't say a word, as if she had been hit hard.

Later, when I asked my father privately about the meaning of the word "sister", he said to me in a serious and serious manner: "Sister, she is the most beautiful, the most sacred, the most inviolable, the perfect person born of all the good things in the world in one person, and at the same time the most important person that you need to protect with all your might as an elder brother." “

The father's face seemed to glow with sacredness when he said this long line, and it was not until his mother came over and slapped a disc with "X no Space" on the cover on his father's face that the sacred image completely collapsed.

"Dead sister control!" The mother said to the father with disdain.

My father said too much, and the scene behind was too chaotic, and I could only hear the last sentence that my father said, and this sentence planted a deep-rooted concept in my heart.

I started learning like crazy things that I thought I would never learn. It's true that I'm learning things much slower than normal people, but if I can't learn it once, it will take me ten times, ten times if it's not enough, it's a hundred, and if it's not enough, it's a thousand times...

Of course, knife technique is the focus of learning, and I don't know how many times I practiced the basic swinging of the Lei family knife during that time.

I've even become numb to the point of wielding a knife.

Because I think that if you don't work hard enough, you won't be strong enough, and if you're not strong enough, you won't be able to protect your "sister".

Crazy efforts naturally don't avoid overwork, and many times I've been tired in the dojo alone, but I've never told anyone about it.

My sister discovered the secret by accident, and she couldn't help but mumble to herself as she looked at me on the floor of the dojo.

Of course, I don't quite understand what she said: "I still shouldn't have disliked you so much, although it is not ideal to not meet a smart, wise, domineering, cold and gentle perfect brother, but such a brother who can work hard for me is also a good development...... Brother, thank you for your hard work. “

I only understood the last sentence when she muttered a lot, and I smiled at her, "The stupid bird flies first." “

She smiled and said, "You've learned to use idioms, brother." “

Since that year, my nickname has changed from "Lei Family Fool" to "Hard-working Lei Family Fool".

It was also that year that I realized that my sister's inexplicable look at me at first was called "disgust". In her words, after all, I am not my biological brother, I just gave it with money, and I will be a little disgusted.

"Charge ...... Topping up money? I looked at my sister suspiciously.

She smiled slyly and said to me, "yes, how can you become stronger without money." “

She told me that it was a famous quote from a great man a long time ago.

Of course I don't understand this, and I don't know why my sister knows a lot about the past. Just looking at her beautiful and still somewhat immature face, I was even more determined in my previous beliefs.

My sister is a creature that really wants to do everything to protect it.