After the Didong incident, the two of us have not spoken, and he occasionally sees me avoiding me on the road, alas, I wonder, who took advantage of whom, who is the victim, who provoked me first, I am angry.

One day he was making small talk with his good brother in my place, and I poked his back with my finger: "Come on, I'm going in." ”

At this time, his brother joked: "Your mother-in-law came back to take care of you, and I didn't use the light bulb to withdraw first." ”

His brother kept squeezing his eyebrows, as if he wanted me to express, how is my sister-in-law?

After returning to my position, Qi Yao lost his shyness, and asked me with a hippie smile: "Alas, does the male protagonist in your novel take me as the male protagonist?" ”

I was drinking water when I heard him say that all over his school uniform.

"Poof, who gave you the confidence, are you the same kind of person as the actor!"

I sprayed his school uniform with water, and it was supposed that he should just wipe the toilet paper, but he took it off, tied it to his shoulders and pretended to be handsome, and then looked at me with one hand on his cheek.

"Alas, I'm talking about you, aren't you ......"

"No, it can't be!" I stood up and argued with him.

"Let me finish, do you like me, look at the special use of me as the male protagonist, because you can't get me, so you have to write me as the dream lover in the story?"

Why are there such narcissistic people in this world......

"No, big brother, you didn't hide from me a few days ago, why did you come to such a conclusion now." I'm really speechless, I can't say anything.

"From now on, you will be my mother-in-law, and I will cover you in everything in the future." He used his height to crumple my head into a chicken nest.

"When did I admit it, take your hand off me!"

"Just because you have gone to such great lengths to write me as the lover of your dreams, I know, you little girls are embarrassed to say it directly, and I am also empathetic."

I was about to argue again, but the old lady came in and saw the scene.

"Alas, there are two years left in high school, so wouldn't it be nice for the two of you to supervise each other and learn from each other?" I thought the old lady would criticize us both in front of the class, but she didn't.

The old lady walked away for a while, and I seemed to see some nostalgia for the past in her eyes, and soon returned to its original self.

"Alright, let's get back to class."