Chapter 42: Half-Blood Brother (4)

After reporting for class, Su Bai's arrival attracted the curious and surprised eyes of a group of little girls.

As soon as Como led him to sit down in his class, he saw a crowd of people gather around.

At this age, which child knows how to be reserved, seeing such a beautiful little boy, wearing brown bib pants and a pair of big blue eyes, they have handed out enthusiastic olive branches.

"Y-What's your name?"

"Hey! I have blocks, do I want to pile them? ”

"Hush. Childish, what's so fun about building blocks? I have the latest robot! ”

A quiet and introverted little adult on the side, Ke Mo saw that Xiao Su Bai was so popular, his hand supported his white face, and said softly: "Do you want to play?" ”

Su Bai looked at the people around him in a daze, and when he heard the inquiry, he already hated the tension of being too crowded, and even more so that he was afraid of being discarded, he shook his head unmoved, hugged Ke Mo with his small hand and said firmly: "I don't want to, I want a brother." ”

Ke Mo rubbed his soft hair helplessly, and he didn't force it, and he considered it a little.

Will you be happy if you only live in a small circle? In the future, I still have to slowly help Su Bai become cheerful......

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The class schedule of the large class is numerous, from one to nine, Ke Mo and Su Bai share a small wooden table, Su Bai's stool is slightly higher and larger, and Su Bai looks more like a small group.

Ke Mo was cooperating and casually practicing ghost drawing talismans, and casually glanced to the side, but saw a small bun clumsily holding a pencil and drawing stroke by stroke on the paper.

It can be seen that Xiao Su Bai is seriously comparing his handwriting, but he is practicing something that he can't understand, okay? Como laughed in his heart.

"Come, I'll teach you." He turned around and put down his pen, gently grasped the child, and said gently.

“…… Oh. Su Bai replied sluggishly.

The white soft little hand was held in the palm of the palm by the five-year-old Ke Mokan, carefully sketching beautiful numbers on the paper, and there was a warm and immature explanation in his ears, Su Bai pursed his lips, his clear eyes did not blink, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in warmth.

This is his brother.

My brother is a very nice person.

He loves to be with his older brother.

I love it, I love it.

At noon, each child had a separate bed, but when Su Bai was taken to a small bed by Como in a daze, and then looked at him as if he was going to another, he knew that they couldn't sleep together.

Xiao Baozi stopped doing it and couldn't call his brother loudly, so he could only push the hand of the teacher who was about to hold him, and his eyes turned red as he pushed.

I didn't expect Su Bai to be so sticky to his Ke Mo, and as soon as he lay down in the dormitory of the large class, he saw the helpless teacher knocking on the door, followed by Xiao Su Bai, who silently dropped the golden beans.

Stretching his lips in distraction, Ke Mo looked up at the teacher and said softly, "Teacher, can you let my brother sleep with me?" He's very well-behaved. ”

The teacher already had this intention, and nodded hurriedly when he heard the words: "Okay, you can sleep together, and the teacher will move the bed and quilt again." ”

"Thank you, teacher."

Seeing that the teacher was gone, Ke Mo walked over and picked up Su Bai, who was still wiping his tears, and shook his choked little shoulders, so pitiful.

Rubbing his head, Ke Mo pulled him to the bed, and said in a low voice like a little adult, "What's wrong?" My brother didn't leave. ”

Su Bai's nose turned even redder when he heard this, and his sapphire-like pupils were soaked in aggrieved tears, crystal clear, pure and clean: "I, I want my brother." ”

Ke Mo hugged the small lump and said softly, "Okay." ”