My Sister is Very Obsessive

Okay, the little game of the King of Minds has been disabled by us.

Looking at that 100% win rate, I guess I'll never play this game again in my life...a second time.

After quitting the game, I deleted the game without hesitation, and then looked at the time speechlessly, it was past 9:30.

Okay, this game actually took me nearly an hour.

"There is also a dance, it's very popular recently." Xia Xiaoman, who was beside him, said suddenly.

"Forget it, don't play anymore," I put away my phone. "It's almost time for me to go back now. After all, I can't let my roommates wait for me."

"Oh, you don't let your roommate wait for you, you just let me wait for you, right?" Xia Xiaoman waited for me dissatisfied, "Did you know that I sat at the station by myself for almost an hour."

"Okay, okay, my fault, my fault!" I quickly comforted her.

"You must have sincerity in admitting your mistakes."

She tilted her head and mouth, looked at me out of the corner of her eyes, and motioned for me to quickly take out all the sincerity I should have.

"Sincerity, right, sincerity, um, sincerity, I don't know what kind of sincerity you want."

I smiled awkwardly.

"Forget it!" Xia Xiaoman sighed softly and waved at me, "Go away."

I scratched my head, looked at my sister beside me, and asked,

"Will you come with me, or play here for a while?"

"I'll go with you!" My sister took my arm and stood up. "I'll go back and write for a while. I still have to save the manuscript and go away. Don't be finished when there is no food left."

I smiled lightly, pulled my sister to stand up, greeted the girls sitting one by one, and then took my sister out of the ice cream hut.

Originally, Qin Mengmeng also wanted to leave with me, but she was held back by the school tyrant girl because she wanted to play Ping An Jing and asked Qin Mengmeng to take her.

A handicapped party like Qin Mengmeng, to play a boss who has to rely on absolute combat power to crush the level of the collapse, as for Ping An Jing? It is estimated that people will be called back to "do homework".

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In mid-September, the weather was already showing signs of turning cooler. After the rain the day before yesterday, it is estimated that the maximum temperature will be difficult to climb back to the state before the rain.

On the Nanguo Square at 9 o'clock, there were quite a few couples of students walking around the mall holding hands, and some walking side by side. I guess they were freshmen who had just taken off their military training uniforms.

They had already developed a good impression of each other during the military training, but the thin window leading to the relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend has not yet been opened.

My sister and I's hands seemed a lot more natural when we held them, our fingers clasped together, and we swung lightly along the way.

The evening wind was blowing gently, and her skirt was afraid to hit my trouser legs. The temperature of her body was transmitted to my heart through the palm of my hand.

I'm not in a hurry, so my sister and I walked very slowly. We didn't speak. She held my arm in one hand and the mobile phone in the other. She lowered her head and brushed her own book review area as she walked. play.

When I look at her, why do I feel like I treat the book review area as a Weibo?

My sister wrote a novel just because of my sudden words, and I don't know how long she can last.

But no matter how long it takes, it is always good to have a hobby. It seems that I have to develop my hobbies well.

After six years of university, if all the time is spent on professional knowledge, I always feel that such a university will lack something.

"Sister, just a few book reviews, don't you feel tired of reading it over and over?"

"I don't think so!" My sister looked up at me with a bright smile on her face.

She turned off the screen, stuffed the phone into my trouser pocket, let go of my arm, stepped forward and walked over to me, turned around and raised her arms to look at me,

"You said, will my novels be placed on the shelves of Xinhua Bookstore one day?"

The spacious sleeves slid down to her sister's arms, and her slender and tender arms like lotus roots looked extraordinarily crystal clear against the background of the night sky and street lights.

The sky and street lights, vehicles and tall buildings gradually lost focus in my eyes, becoming an illusory background for my sister.

"Brother!" Seeing me in a daze, my sister took a step forward in dissatisfaction, reached out and wrapped my arm, her little mouth pouted high, "I'm talking to you, and I'm distracted again."

Feeling the tender touch of my sister's skin on my arm, listening to my sister's coquetry to me with a thick nasal voice, the sweetness slowly melted in my heart.

I couldn't help but reach out and tap her forehead.

"You, don't be delusional. Let's talk about it when you insist on writing this novel."

"I must finish it!" My sister looked up at me, her big eyes burning with high fighting spirit, "One day, I will make my book appear in the bookstore and on the screen."

Looking at her high fighting spirit, I really couldn't bear to attack her, but with her personality of three minutes of enthusiasm no matter what she did, I really didn't like her.

"I remember what you said today." I gently stroked Liu Hai on her forehead, "My... big writer sister."

The little sister's little mouth pouted higher and higher, and finally the little mouth opened, and the whole little face was full of smiles.

"Hug!" She opened her arms, close to my arms, and wrapped my neck.

After I reached out and hugged her, I gently pushed her out of my arms, looking at her unhappy little face, I gently brushed her hair on the temples,

"So many people, we have to pay attention to whether the impact is not."

My sister puffed out her flushed cheeks, looked around furtively, then put her tender and fair fingers on her rosy and full lips, and made a booing gesture, she couldn't help but smile at me sweetly,

"We keep it quiet and don't let others know."

My heart was almost melted by her cute appearance, so I nodded with a smile, "Well, we'll be quiet, and we won't tell anyone."

My sister raised her little hand shyly and raised it in front of me,

"I'll give you my hand, you take me away."

"Yeah!" I smiled slightly and reached out to hold her tender little hand, "Pippi shrimp, let's go."

My sister patted me with dissatisfaction, but with a happy smile on her face,

"You are Pipi Shrimp."

The street lights hit the road, forming clumps of light that spread far and wide. My sister and I were walking on the sidewalk, with the road on the right and the lawn on the left.

There is a bus stop more than ten meters away. In front of the stop, a middle-aged woman in work clothes is waiting for the bus. The advertisement of real estate is particularly bright.

I held my sister's hand and gently swayed with her...

We passed the bus stop, crossed the road, and entered the west gate of the school...