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The elementary school that Knight attended was not far from my home, so my dad didn't transfer him to another school.I won't say much about my primary school life, because it has nothing to do with the knights, so there is really nothing to say.

We were still in different schools in junior high school.The knight is smart and good at studying. Xiao Shengchu chose a school and went to the key city.As for me, the time he spent learning Mathematical Olympiad was spent by me having fun with my classmates.It is impossible to choose a school, but I was lucky and was assigned to a key district near my home.

Knight's school is far away from home, so he lived in school for three years in junior high school, and only went home on weekends. We basically didn't see each other.

But on weekends, because I was too busy to integrate into the social circle, I either went to play basketball with my classmates or went to Internet cafes to play games with me, so I basically didn’t stay at home.

So in the past three years, instead of getting closer to him, we have drifted apart a lot.After all, the relationship between me and him is maintained by me being stubborn and sticking to him. If I don't work hard, I will naturally be far away.

Even later, I was a little embarrassed. During the short time I spent with him, I didn't know what to say at all.

We would have breakfast together on Monday mornings, and I would glance at him from time to time, trying to find something to talk about.But it was really hard to find a topic, I racked my brains, and in the end I could only say "Brother, good morning." He replied: "Well, good morning." Then there was no more.

What a wonderful sight for brothers and sisters...

Later, I went to the same high school as him, he was admitted, and I was stuffed in by my dad.He is in the key class and I am in the ordinary class.

To be honest, I feel disgusted with the rule of classifying classes based on grades that is generally implemented in our country.Isn't this just dividing students into grades?What is the difference between this and the hierarchy of the emperor's raising concubines?

Although the students in the ordinary class and the key class are not likely to make a palace fight, it is unlikely that they will be united and friendly.

The knight and I belong to different camps. These two camps are in opposition and look down on each other.Since I was young, I have a great desire to integrate into the collective, so I will never be a traitor, and the knight has always been not interested in socializing, so although he and I are on the same floor, we basically have no communication.

After a few exams, the knight has some reputation in the grade.It's not uncommon to study, the key is that he is handsome.

No one in the grade knew that we knew each other, let alone that he was my brother.Sometimes when I run into him in the hallway, I can't help but glance at him, but never say hello.I ignore him, can he take the initiative to talk to me?impossible.

He has been indifferent to people since he was a child.When he was a child, he had a baby voice and a baby face, which neutralized his "air-conditioning" somewhat.However, at this time, he had already grown into that kind of thin and tall figure, with less flesh on his face, and his lines stood out.He didn't have any expression on his face, so he couldn't stop himself from exuding the kind of high-cold aura that girls like most.

What bothers me the most is that he always walks with his hands in his trouser pockets.What a fucking pretense...

Of course he didn't admit that he was pretending.He later told me that the pockets were just because he got used to it.I bah, listen to his nonsense.I guarantee with my personality that he is definitely not a handsome boy who doesn't know it.Believe me, he's sultry as hell.

Although his pretentious posture annoys me a bit, but I have to admit that he is really handsome like that...

There was another reason why I pretended not to know him—I didn't know what to call him.

At that time, when I reached adolescence, my self-esteem was in trouble, and I didn't want to call him brother in front of others, especially my peers.Obviously everyone is a classmate, how shameful it is to call his brother.If someone else heard it, they would laugh at me.

Moreover, teenagers in adolescence, everyone is narcissistic and wants to be a "big brother".

But I can't call him by his name directly, I haven't called him that way since I grew up.It's almost as difficult as asking me to call my dad by his first name. It's awkward.

So I simply distanced myself from him.

Fortunately, I am not alone at school without him.I have a good temper and get along well with my classmates.

My friends sometimes call me Le Ye, especially when I treat guests.My dad gave me a lot of pocket money, and I couldn't spend it myself, so I naturally used it to "win people's hearts".

When playing basketball games, I usually pay for mineral water, and I also pay for meals together.They always booed and shouted "Le Ye is mighty".

Well... how should I put it, of course I know they are doing this because I am rich and generous.But I don't really care about the means to gain friendship, as long as the result is that they are willing to be friends with me, that's enough.

And I can get a strong sense of satisfaction from their "Le Ye".Probably because of my looks, I'm a bit obsessed with getting masculine titles.

Of course, the people I play with are also a group of people who don’t study very much, and spend most of their time playing basketball and games.In fact, basketball, games, I can't say I like them.But in order to integrate into it, I am willing to spend time on it.

But they're also into a weird activity that I really don't want to be a part of.They always like to carry out a secret operation called catching rape during the evening self-study class...

At that time, many couples in our school would use the big recess in the evening self-study to find a remote and dark corner to kiss me.The so-called catching rape means hiding in the dark and peeking at other people's intimacy, and sometimes deliberately making some noises to frighten them.

I was pulled over by them a few times at first.Watching them scare those couples into a fright, and then run away quickly, laughing while running, my heart will be pounding, I feel that I have done something disgraceful, and I will fall into a terrible self-blame In the mood, there is no way to get rid of it all night.Because it was too painful, so when they called me together later, I would find some reason to shirk.

However, I was pulled over by them that night.They and I hid in the corner of the stairwell, half a floor above a couple were making out.Someone snatched my phone and deliberately turned on the flash to take a picture of them.

The girl screamed in fright and accidentally stepped on the empty stairs.

I was pushed and shoved by them and ran out.After running to the playground, I remembered asking that person for a cell phone.He said "ah", "I seem to have thrown it there."

I was anxious and angry, and turned back in a hurry, but I didn't find it.

The guy said he'd pay me for a new one, but it's the phone I don't care about.I was just afraid that my phone would be picked up by someone and I would report it to the teacher...

What I was worried about really happened. The next morning, I was called to the office by the head teacher. The girl who was "caught" by us the night before was sitting next to her. Her feet were still bandaged.

Under the order of the class teacher, she stated my "heinous crime".Of course she didn't talk about her falling in love, she just said that we deliberately frightened her, causing her to twist her foot.

My cell phone was presented as evidence and I have the misfortune to be primarily responsible for the accident...  

I am very cowardly, although I am not good at studying, but I am not the kind of school bully who is not afraid of anything.I am very afraid of the teacher, especially when she threatens me with inviting parents.I really couldn't bear it, so I confessed my "colleague" very shamelessly.

However, the teacher still didn't intend to let me go. She told me irrefutably: "Let your parents find me after school."

I lost my soul that day, and I didn't have the heart to worry about whether my friend would break up with me because of it.

I was almost overwhelmed by the fact that the teacher wanted to see my parents, and I was thinking every second how to solve it.My mother will never come, and I don't have the face to look for my father. I don't want him to think I'm a troublemaker.

But when people are desperate, they can really develop quick wits, and come up with a way that later reminds them of patting their thighs and exclaiming "Why am I so smart".

As soon as the bell rang after the last class, I ran out of the classroom quickly, rushed into the key class, and bumped into the knight's desk.

He was packing his things and talking to his deskmate, he was startled by my bump, and looked at me inexplicably.

At this time, I asked him for help, and my attitude was very humble and pious. I didn't feel ashamed to call his brother at all, and my eyes were burning: "Brother..."

Both he and his deskmate were stunned.

I swallowed, and if it wasn't for his hand under the table, I'd have grabbed his hand and had some brotherly affection.

"Ms. Wang is looking for my parents."

He was frowned even more by my thoughtless sentence: "So?"

"I dare not tell my father..."

He returned to normal, continued to pack his schoolbag, and also made room for his deskmate to let him go out: "Do you want me to tell Uncle Le for you?"

He carried his schoolbag on one shoulder, stood up and walked outside the classroom.

I stuck to his side, looked up at him, and followed him all the way to the stairs, but I still couldn't tell my real purpose.

He stopped, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at me impatiently: "What do you mean?"

I am not as well developed as he is, half a head shorter than him.Looking up at this time made me feel that I lost the momentum.If I was taller than him, maybe I would have the confidence to command him condescendingly...

However, being short also has a way out. I put my hands on his forearm, pretending to be a cowardly brother: "Brother, you can also be considered my parent..."