Chapter 226 What if my brother is too good (15)

   The elementary school that Shiyou attended, every grade wrote a 100-word diary every day.

   Let Shiyou rack his brains trying to write a simple and innocent diary in the tone of a primary school student, which feels more uncomfortable than writing an 800-word composition.

   Shiyou took the homework to Chu Xingchen's room, and Chu Xingchen was also rushing homework.

   Shiyou asked others, and his tone was a little cute: "Brother Xingchen, can you help me with my homework?"

   Chu Xingchen said with a serious face: "Sister dog, don't be lazy, don't do homework, and there will be zero eggs in the final exam."

  Shiyou: "..." Is it really okay for you to intimidate children like this?

   She doesn't do homework, it's totally annoying, the key is that she's slow in writing.

   "Come here, write here, I'll supervise you, and I can check your homework for you when you're done."

  “…”

   Chu Xingchen didn't help her write it, she could only write it herself.

   She spread out the workbook and wrote the math homework first.

   These additions, subtractions, multiplications and divisions are small cases for Shiyou, and she can calculate them even without drafting.

   She was a little sleepy as she wrote, and yawned lazily.

   Seeing Shiyou's lack of energy, Chu Xingchen thought she couldn't write, so she leaned over and said kindly, "If you have any questions, you can ask me."

"……not yet."

   "Brother, can you help me write a diary?"

   Shiyou added: "I can't keep a diary."

  Chu Xingchen: "I want you to write..."

   Shiyou: "I write slowly."

   "Then I'll take you to write."

   No matter what reason Shiyou finds, Chu Xingchen insists on letting Shiyou write by himself.

   is not cute at all.

   Chu Xingchen stood up suddenly, surrounded her from behind, and taught her hand in hand: "The sky is very blue, the wind is very light, the clouds are very light... When writing a diary, you must first describe today's weather..."

   The boy's hand was the same as his height, thin and slender, with faint blue blood vessels protruding from the back of the hand, and the nails were neatly trimmed, revealing a touch of pink.

   There are her immature shadows in the handwriting, as well as his delicate and gentle shadows.

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   On Saturday, Ye Heng's birthday didn't happen because Chu Xingchen was ill.

   Timeless You gave Ye Heng the gift prepared in advance, a complete set of Ultraman toys.

   Boys in this age group like Ultraman.

  The boys in their class also like to play the game of Ultraman fighting little monsters.

   Ye Heng said thank her for the gift, he liked it very much, and asked her to take care of Chu Xingchen first.

   There was a icy cold on his forehead, Chu Xingchen slowly opened his eyes, covered his eyes with both hands, and was carefully pasting him with antipyretic stickers.

   She dipped some cold water on her dry lips with a cotton swab.

The coolness of    water droplets falls on the lips, which greatly relieves the discomfort of fever.

   Shiyou finished this, put the water glass on the table by the bed, and reached out to touch his forehead again.

   A pair of soft and smooth little hands caressed his forehead, the palms were cold, and they fell on his forehead very ironically.

  Chu Xingchen felt that his eyelids were getting more and more sleepy...

   Shiyou was lying on the side of his bed boredly, gently brushed his long eyelashes with his index finger, and said to himself, "The eyelashes are longer than mine."

   She lit Chu Xingchen's eyebrows again, and said, "If only when I was sleeping, my eyebrows wouldn't be wrinkled."

   Next, Shiyou commented on his facial features one by one.

  Because of the fever, the boy's face was unnaturally flushed, like a red apple, which was very delicious.

  It is said that when a person is asleep, he can secretly kiss...

   Shiyou leaned forward and took a sip on his face.

   Does this count as stealing incense and jade? ?

   Chu Xingchen was restless at all between half-dreaming and half-awake, as if he was in a nightmare. He clenched his fists tightly, as if he wanted to attack at any time.

   Shiyou could only sit on the bed, holding his hand with his hand, while stroking him lightly.

   Chu Xingchen slept until the next morning.

   (end of this chapter)