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My name is Grimm, Grimm's Fairy Tale Ge, Grimm's Fairy Tale Lin, although my name is Grimm, but I have nothing to do with the author who wrote that fairy tale.

Getting out of bed, I rubbed my blurry eyes and yawned.

Waking up early is a very annoying thing, at least that's what I think, the sun outside is so warm, the morning breeze blowing from the window is so cool, it's obviously a good time to sleep, why do I have to endure sleepiness.

The reason for all this is because of the evil school, the evil school rules, why other schools are in school at half past eight, but our school has to go to school at half past seven, but there is a whole hour difference in between, you must know that it is an hour, the ancients had clouds, every inch of time and every inch of gold, you see that even the ancients said that time is very important.

Why does that hateful school have to use our very important rest time to that boring school time, this is oppression, has no one said that the flowers of the motherland cannot be squeezed?

Putting the neat school uniform on the side of the bed, I yawned as I walked downstairs.

"Yo, brother, you're up"

As I walked up the stairs, I heard an unusually familiar voice from behind me, and I didn't have to look back to know who it was.

I turned my head and looked drowsy all over my face: "Good morning, sister"

Standing behind me was a girl in a women's school uniform, with long jet-black hair scattered behind her back, a face that seemed to me to be at least ninety percent with an energetic smile, her name was Ge Ling, and she was my sister.

Although the pronunciation of our names is the same, the words are different, my Lin is the Lin of Grimm's call, and my sister's spirit is the spirit of the elves.

"Brother, I thought you were going to get a little more sleep," my sister Geling said to me as she walked downstairs carrying her school bag.

Actually, I would have liked to sleep a little longer, but unfortunately, if I slept a little longer, I would be late, and if I was late, it would be troublesome.

Wiping my eyes with the back of my hand, I turned around and said, "Sister, if you can help me ask for leave for Teacher Yinshi, then I don't mind sleeping more."

"That's still it" Thinking of the homeroom teacher of his brother's class, although Ge Ling kept smiling, he always made me feel strange for some reason: "Let me ask for leave with that teacher Yinshi who is in his 30s and still watches "Shonen Jump" and drinks strawberry milk with a sloppy face, I think I will be seriously ill."

It's just a leave.,How can I get seriously ill.,Since I asked my sister to help me ask for a sick leave in my freshman year of high school.,I found that as long as I mention the word silver every time,My sister is very strange.,How to say it.,It's like stepping on a piece of hot Xiang.,This makes me puzzled.,Although our homeroom teacher named Sakata Gintoki.,It's really very obscene.,Very sloppy.,Bad taste is a mess.,Obviously a middle-aged uncle still likes to watch "Youth Jump" Drink strawberry milk, but compared to a lump of hot Xiang, it's still far behind, obviously it can only be regarded as a lump of cold and solidified Xiang.

Walked to the bathroom, I spent three minutes brushing my teeth and washing my face, looking at my face in the mirror, very ordinary, sometimes I feel that I am not biological, after all, they are all born to the same parents, why my sister is a beauty, but I am not a handsome guy.

As I walked out of the bathroom and into the living room, I smelled a familiar scent and wanted me to guess what it was, white porridge with boiled eggs.

Looking ahead, it is indeed white porridge with boiled eggs.

"Green, get up, come over and eat"

"Got it, Mother"

In the living room, in addition to my sister and me, there was a woman who looked to be in her twenties, she was wearing home clothes and an apron around her waist, this person was my mother, named Situ Dongyang. Although my mother is in her thirties and forties, she still looks like a young woman in her twenties.

Sitting on the seat, eating the white porridge that my mother had boiled in the morning, every bite I ate, I felt that my body, which was weak in the morning, had regained a little strength.

"What about my father" I couldn't help but ask, looking at the hall where it was just me, my sister and my mother.

In my impression, my father is a wife madman, as long as he has free time, he pesters my mother, showing affection in front of me and my sister every day, my father is resting these days, he should be pestering his mother every day, obviously he was still pestering his mother yesterday, but why didn't I see him today.

"Oh, you said Gus," said her husband, and my mother's face was filled with a sense of conjugal happiness: "He said last night that he had something to do today so he wanted to go back to the bureau"

"Really," I nodded, continuing to eat my breakfast.

To be honest, I hate eating boiled eggs the most, and looking at the egg in my hand that was carefully peeled by my mother to reveal the white protein, I was embarrassed, and I wanted to hide it, but I felt a sight.

Turning my head, I saw my sister looking at me, and I knew from the smile on her lips that was obviously a wicked smile that if I hid the eggs, she would have told my mother that it would be miserable, and that my mother would be sad if she knew that I didn't eat the breakfast she had prepared and hid it secretly.

I, but I can't see a woman sad the most, especially since this woman is still my mother.

But even if I wasn't allowed to hide, I had other options.

Looking at my sister, I showed a doting smile: "Sister, I see that you have lost a lot of weight recently, come, brother, I still have an egg here, you can take it and make up for it"

With that, I handed the egg over.

If you don't let me hide, then I'll let you eat it, I'll see what you do, there is a saying, there must be a brother, there must be a sister, I hate to eat boiled eggs, my sister also hates to eat boiled eggs, of course, compared to me, she can at least endure to eat.

Looking at my sister's somewhat stiff face, I can't wait to laugh, in front of my mother, I use the most legitimate reason to give you eggs, let you eat, I don't believe it, you can refuse, if you refuse, then my mother will think that our brothers and sisters don't care well, and they will be sad and sad, and feel sorry for themselves.

So she will never refuse, she will only grit her teeth and eat.

"Thank you, brother"

Ge Ling also guessed what her brother thought, but in front of my mother, she could only stare at me secretly and take the egg.

"Ming Ming Ming, your brother and sister have a really good relationship" Seeing that I cared about my sister's health and gave my eggs to my sister, my mother couldn't help crying.

Looking at my mother, who had tears flowing out of the corners of her eyes, I sighed in my heart, my mother is good at everything, but she is too emotional, and she can cry out when she encounters a little little thing, I suspect that my mother's parents, that is, my grandparents, gave my mother such a somewhat masculine name as Situ Dongyang to make my mother less emotional.