Y is my love of continuous reading

I, code-named Y bacteria, are now a sophomore science and engineering student, male, female, female, female.

There is a younger sister in the family, who is three and a half years younger than me and is in the first year of high school.

Why mention my sister specifically?

Because all these things happened because of her (hate).

It's like a butterfly flapping its wings lightly, forming a raging hurricane on the other side of the ocean. A series of effects cannot be avoided or dodged.

To be honest, I'm not a standard mensao science and engineering guy. I usually like to draw, sing, play musical instruments, and tinker with things that ordinary boys don't like to play.

Maybe it's because my parents wanted a girl before they gave birth to me, but I was born in the first child, and I couldn't wait to put it back.There is no way, because of their obsession that came from nowhere, they raised me as a girl since childhood.

When I was three years old, I paid the money and signed up for a lot of interest training classes. It was a training system that was completely developed in the direction of art. As a result, my sister rolled out of my mother's womb the next year.

I think my mom really wanted to push me back then.

No way, all the money has been paid.

When I first signed up, I was told that there would be a [-]% discount for consecutive registration for three years. My mother gritted her teeth and gave me a [-]% discount for six years.

This is good, my sister regretted it as soon as she landed.

I studied calligraphy, Chinese painting, watercolor, piano, flute, and cucurbit silk for three years. After my sister was able to take training courses, my name was changed to hers, and I signed up for taekwondo, karate, and fencing.

I don't like it, and neither does my sister.

My sister's temperament is just the opposite of mine, so that I still wonder if my mother gave us the wrong gender.

She loves to move, I love to be still.

I think taekwondo and karate, a violent sport, are not suitable for me at all. She thinks it is a kind of torture for her to sit there all day drawing and practicing the piano.

My sister is a big kid and very assertive.The two hit it off and went to class for each other.Because we were in the same training class again, my dad never entered the gate even when he sent us to class, so this change came to the end.

At this point, the life trajectory originally set by the two has changed.

Is it too much foreshadowing?

No way, I was a little nervous when I posted the text for the first time.

What?Why did you like art so much and ended up studying science and engineering?

Because the score is high!Is it a bit of a loss not to read a 985?

Okay, down to business.

It stands to reason that my sister, a "rough guy", will never understand the impact of colors and lines, as well as the charm of musical notes and melodies, but a few months ago she suddenly wondered why she can't draw or play musical instruments.

Strange!How good it was to listen to what my parents said!

(Sister: You don’t want to learn Taekwondo either! This is called mutual redemption!)

She usually utters some strange words in her mouth, and she listens to the lines of some characters, she finishes reading them solemnly, and then either screams excitedly, or says "distressed" several times in a nasal voice.

Forget it, I sent a picture a few days ago, saying that I would draw a copy for him, and remember to add a sword and draw cloth strips to cover the eyes of the character.

Yes, draw!

I put down the "Complex Variable Function and Laplace Transform" and the homework book in my hand, and took out the digital tablet that I had left unused for a long time.

After finishing the painting, I didn't think much about it. After I sent it to her, I habitually sent a comment and archived it in the space album.

However, this painting was the beginning of the nightmare.