I am straight!

One word asked the elder, and circled around several times: "My stomach hurts...it hurts to death! Aren't you taking care of me?"

His voice was nice to begin with, but he deliberately pretended to be weak and very realistic. It really sounded like he was having a stomachache.

"...Forbid acting like a baby! Don't act like a baby!" I tried my best to hide my momentary soft-heartedness.

"But my stomach hurts..."

"Go and take stomach medicine by yourself." I waved my hand, too lazy to talk to him.

"A chord! You are biased every time!" Elliot accuses sadly: "When An's stomach hurts, you will comfort him and take care of him!"

"I don't have... partiality..." Indeed.

But I can't blame me, who made Elliot have such a face that makes me jealous, but his personality is so flat... Although sometimes he is very gentle, but that is a very small number.

I sigh.

"Okay... Be good, I'll get you some water, and go to sleep after taking the medicine."

I went to pour water, get medicine, and went back to the living room to see Ai Lue huddled on the sofa, watching TV intently.

"……that is?"

"It's a video from the chord violin exam~"

"I know this...but why do you have this?" On TV, the one playing the violin on stage is not me when I was eleven or twelve years old.

"I asked the teacher to record it for me~"

"Teacher...you mean my parents?"

"Of course, ah, the chords when I was a child are so cute..." He focused on the nervous me on the TV.

"...Before I came to the academy, you really knew me?" From his tone, it seemed that he really knew me very well.

"Yeah," Elliot smiled, with a look of nostalgia on his face, but his eyes did not leave the TV: "The chords at that time were small and soft, and they were only seven years old."

"Seven years old..." I recalled distressedly—for me, that was too long ago, so it's not surprising that I can't remember it: "...Sorry, I don't have much memory."

"There's no way, after all, you were too young at that time... It's only natural to forget me." Elliot said so, but I just knew he didn't think so.

"Well... where did we meet?" I asked Elliot to give me some hints—maybe I can remember something.

"It was at one of my estates in England—the teacher brought you here to amuse me."

"...to relieve boredom?" Shit, as if I were a toy!

"Because the teacher didn't want to leave you at home alone, so he brought you together—" Elliot raised his eyebrows: "Do you have any impression?"

"..." I stared at him carefully for a long time, and my eyes fell on his blond hair. After a long while, I asked hesitantly, "Is there a sunflower field?"

"...Do you remember?" Ai Lue was taken aback for a while, and then asked me eagerly.

"...a little bit, a bit of an impression...but I still can't remember the specifics." I've been having this dream recently, and the golden sunflower field left a deep impression on me.

I glanced guiltily at Ai Lue who was smiling and squinting his blue eyes.

In the dream, I remembered that there was indeed a blond boy, and I called him...Brother Angel?

...I can't think of such a nasty title.

I was almost ashamed to ask Elliot if that brother angel was him, so I coughed dryly and handed over the water and pills in my hand: "Take the medicine first, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow, it's already too late."

Ai Lue nodded, looking very satisfied, and obediently swallowed the medicine.

After I struggled for a while, I was dragged to sleep by An who came out of the bathroom... When did this child sleep so actively.

Bell was standing next to Ann's door with his pillow in his arms, a pair of green eyes flickering at me.

... This kid seems very excited?

I had no choice but to drag Bell into the room, and Ann snorted unhappily.

Just pretend you didn't hear it.

I thought about it, let Ann sleep on my left, and Bell sleep on my right——if the two of them sleep next to each other, I always feel that Ann will bully Bell, so I'll let whoever is in the middle.

As soon as I lay down, Ann came over and hugged my waist tightly, squeezing me almost out of breath. I quickly protested, but Ann reluctantly relaxed a little bit.

Bell cautiously reached out and grabbed the corner of my clothes, trying to lean over but embarrassed.

I reached out and stroked his head.

"Hey...you two, do you want to listen to a bedtime story?"

"No, it's not a child." An refused.

"En! I, want to hear the sound of chords..." Bell nodded obediently.

"...I said, Ann, can't you show me some face?"

"...Cut, whatever you want."

"Oh! Then I started!" I cleared my voice: "A long time ago, in the deep sea, there was a beautiful mermaid named Alice. One day, she fell asleep in the garden and woke up to see A fur seal ran and barked that it was going to be late! So Alice followed it curiously and entered a small door. There was a forest in the door. Alice walked for a long time in confusion, and finally came Arriving at the cabin, the seven dwarves in the cabin warmly welcomed her, and then kept her in the water tank. Alice was very dissatisfied with her treatment, so she asked for help like a passing farmer, and the farmer rescued her. She asked Alice for a luxurious palace and wanted to be a king herself. Alice felt that the farmer's request was too much and was very angry, so she turned the farmer into a fish and put him in the sea... Later the farmer was eaten by a shark! The story is over !"

"........."

"........."

"...Why, isn't the story I told bad?"

"I'm too lazy to talk about you." An glared at me.

Bell's cheeks flushed with laughter: "So the story of Alice in Wonderland is like this..."

"And the little mermaid, Snow White, the farmer and the goldfish..." I counted with my fingers: "Really, when I told stories to my little brother, he liked it very much."

"I just like to see your stupid, flattering look." An complained.

"You are so stupid!" I was angry and gave Ann a chestnut.

An was in pain, but she didn't let go of my waist, she just turned her face away in displeasure.

"I think the story told by the chord is very interesting." Bell praised me very much.

"Ha, thanks!" I kissed Bell's forehead as a reward.

Bell immediately fell silent, and lifted the quilt to cover his head—probably because of embarrassment.

"..." An evil twisted my waist fiercely.

I was in pain and glared at him: "Why?"

"Don't touch others! You pedophile!"

"...What nonsense are you talking about!" I was angry, the dead child ruined my reputation.

I just prefer kids!And I didn't touch anything, at most I just kissed my forehead or cheek!No matter what, the title of pedophile cannot be called!

An snorted coldly, her emerald eyes were full of dissatisfaction, and finally she suddenly raised her head and bit my lip viciously.

"Wow... wow!!!" I didn't realize it until three seconds later!Pushing An away: "You you you you..." I've been "you you you you" for a long time, but I can't say a complete sentence with my mouth covered.

Although it wasn't my first kiss...but!But being kissed suddenly... no, biting your lip will still shock you!

What I don't understand is that I'm actually a little shy.

The heat on my face told me that I was indeed shy and extremely nervous.

...why am I shy with a child...

I was a little depressed, more annoyed, so I could only reach out and pinch Ann's cheek: "Who the hell did it! Don't do strange things to me again!"

That's a place that can only be touched by lovers!

Bell poked his head out from under the quilt, timidly, and didn't speak, just watched quietly.

An then slapped off my raging fingers on his face: "Don't kiss and hug other people in the future, I won't touch you anymore! I just supervise you! Repay you in the same way as others It's just to cure the body!"

Use his own way to treat his own body?The idioms I taught him two days ago will be used today, really good... ah!wrong!This is not the point now!

I glared at him depressedly: "Mine is just a way to express intimacy, yours is different!"

"... Humph." An Leng snorted, obviously disagreeing with my statement, and didn't take it to heart at all.

"...you are not cute at all!" I emphasized the pronunciation of the word a little bit to express my dissatisfaction.

An sneered: "Thank you for the compliment."

"..." I'm not complimenting you.

I scratched my head depressedly and felt a headache.

Has this kid reached the rebellious stage?Why is it so difficult to handle.

57. The first time in the photography department...

I've been feeling a little stressed lately.

Because this kid An doesn't know what's going on, and whenever he has time recently, he will stare at me with angry eyes like looking at a 'cheating wife'.

Of course, Elliot, who has been circling around me, doesn't care about this look at all. I'm the only one who feels the pressure.

I couldn't help but call my younger brother to complain. After hearing this, my younger brother just smiled and said, "Maybe you and Elliot are not so close, so Ann won't look at you like that."

After I heard this, I tried to distance myself from Elliot—the effect was obvious. Ann stopped looking at me like that, but Elliot looked at me with sad eyes.

...hasn't changed at all!

A few days after the sports meeting, Elliot was free, so we got together to start the first photography department activity.

The twins suggested using other means to reach the destination instead of using a private car.