[Volleyball boy] The daily life of a moron girl

For several days in a row, Xiangyang sent me home, and I was filled with a little flower called "happiness" every day, and my younger brother walked away from me every day.

I'm sorry, my dear brother, my sister fell in love recently.

Girls in love can do anything.

"A girl in love?" My younger brother looked at me with subtle eyes, smacked his lips and complained, "At best, it's a female orangutan in heat."

I:"......"###

"Damn brat, you don't make me unhappy every day, right?" I used the stunt I usually trained in middle school and crossed my legs to hold his head, successfully making him breathless with trembling hands.

As soon as my younger brother broke his hands, he grabbed my feet and threw out the tattered door I had repaired with all his strength. A cloud of dust rolled up. I didn't care and got up and shook the door off my body. Fragments, yes, it looks like the paper door is going to be replaced again.

In fact, every time the two of us fight, the door will be broken, and the mother is a standard Yamato Nadeko-type, she is not angry at all and asked us that we are not injured, but makes the two of us feel inexplicably guilty.

As time goes by, the door will naturally not be repaired, and it will be replaced with a new one when it is extremely dilapidated.

Therefore, my younger brother and I have been trained to have a body with vajra arms【Hey!

"Sister, you didn't confess." The younger brother propped his chin, his eyes full of disdain, "why are you so excited? If he is only gentle with girls, maybe he has someone he likes."

"...Is it possible..." I covered my mouth in surprise, "Is it me?!"

Brother: "..." He acted like he didn't want to talk to me.

It's not cute, a creature like my brother is a guy to be bullied.

By the way, my younger brother is also a member of the sports club, why is he still a little boy, maybe he went to buy some skin care products behind my back, so his skin is so radiant.

My younger brother is neither tall nor short among his peers, but he has good skin and looks better than girls.

This makes my sister's feelings so embarrassing.

"By the way, what kind of regiment did you join? I haven't heard you mention it." I asked the question in my heart suspiciously. The adolescent boy is a kid who does not reveal his inner thoughts to his family at all. No, it should be said that he is just It's just not revealed to me. Every time I see this kid pretending to be obedient and pillowing on my mother's lap, I want to slap him in the face.

He gave me a contemptuous look, as if he was saying that you don't even know what kind of sister you are about your own brother, well, this is indeed my fault.

After a while, he opened his mouth and said reluctantly, "The baseball club."

I was shocked, shocked by his words, shocked by the three words in his mouth.

I quickly stretched out my hand to grab his flaky face, and pulled it on both sides vigorously, his eyes burst into tears, and my face was deep, "You really secretly went to buy some good skin care products behind my back, right?" , otherwise your skin is still so good after joining a regiment that basks in the sun every day?!"

My brother clamped my hand, and the face that escaped from my claws rebounded elastically, with red marks, he rubbed his face and there were tears in the corners of his eyes, like a small animal being bullied, hateful to look at This look makes me want to grab his face even more.

"Sister, don't grab my face when you get excited. I know you are an elderly woman, and I won't take you to bully my brother like this."

"Brat, who do you think is getting old?!" I grabbed his ear again.

"Pain, pain, pain!!! You are as beautiful as a flower, as beautiful as a fairy, as gorgeous as peaches and plums, with bright teeth and vermilion lips, you are so beautiful, right!!"

My face turned darker, and the strength in my hand weakened a little but I didn't let go, "What you describe is not me at all, tell me!! Did you recognize another sister behind my back!!"

"You coquettish bitch, what are you going to do, bastard!! Let go!!"

"Don't let it go, don't let it go, don't let it go!!"

"You bastard sister!!"

"You idiot brother!!"

The mother outside was drinking tea leisurely, looked at the dilapidated door outside and smiled, as beautiful as camellias blooming everywhere, she lightly opened her red lips and sighed, "Today is also a peaceful day. "

My younger brother pointed at my mother who appeared out of nowhere, grabbed my face with one hand angrily and pulled hard, "See, you violent female orangutan, that is the real Yamato Nadeshiko!! You violent female orangutan will never be The person you like likes!!!”

I:"......"

Sadness hits hard.

My younger brother snorted triumphantly, comparing his bright air with my solemn and serious atmosphere shrouded in dark clouds.

Oh, it's really my brother, my real brother.

I sighed helplessly, put my hands behind my back, stretched my legs and shook my head comfortably. My brother looked at me and sighed, "You really deserve to be a female orangutan."

"Okay, you stupid brother, don't hurt me, what kind of ministry did you join, tell me about it for reference."

He snorted arrogantly, he looked so arrogant, he disliked his body, he spoke honestly and enthusiastically, and he was very happy to bring paper and pen =-=

In fact, he has already planned to give me popular science about baseball. In Japan, baseball is the favorite sport of teenagers. No wonder my brother was confused by this baseball.

No, why do I feel like my brother will be snatched away by baseball.

I carefully listened to my brother's words with my ears upright, and there was nothing strange about it. It seemed that everything was normal except for baseball, baseball, and baseball.

No, I really feel like my brother will be snatched away by baseball.

Seeing me staring vigilantly at my brother's brush, the corners of my brother's mouth seemed to twitch, and he quickly sketched a few strokes.

...he drew a baseball.

"That's it. Usually baseball is thrown from the pitcher. Generally, the slow pitcher is about 16 turns. The coach asked me to train the kinetic energy of the eyes, saying that I have dynamic vision to take advantage of it. I basically don't meet fast pitchers. By the way, they are all weak. It looks easy to hit from the side, but it feels different when you walk into the strike zone. It’s like a [snap] and the ball flies over. I followed the coach’s recommendation to go. I watched professional baseball." He added a few strokes to the baseball he had drawn before, making it a baseball that didn't look like a baseball.

"The people in professional baseball are really amazing. I can barely keep up with my eyes." Although he deliberately lowered his voice, it is not difficult to detect the excitement in his younger brother's tone, and there is also an expression in his eyes that he has never seen before. The light passed by, as if seeing a toy-like child, shining brightly, "I really want to play that kind of baseball."

Seriously, when he said that, I felt like this kid is my brother, my stupid brother can't be so full of energy#

"There are still more," the younger brother continued to say, and then drew a few more baseballs. Although I only saw that it was a ball, not a stick, my younger brother's drawing function was the same as before. Looking at it made me cry , "At first I wanted to be a catcher, because you see," he drew a turtle.

Pointing to the suspected 'catcher', he said enthusiastically, "Aren't catchers able to catch a lot of balls? It's such a joy to catch all kinds of balls."

I twitched the corners of my mouth and listened silently to him talking about the balls. My brother has never been so happy to say so many things to me. I feel like my dear stupid brother is about to be snatched away by baseball.

"However, you said that the original idea was to be a catcher? Is it not now?" I asked suspiciously, he breathed a little after hearing this, and put down the paper, just as I wondered if I poked him The sore spot, I feel like I understand something about his short height, is my stupid brother really being bullied? The catcher has no talent and is despised by others.

"Don't worry," I held my younger brother's shoulders, "With me here, you won't be bullied."

"I'm not being bullied," my brother patted my hand away, and when I interrupted him, he returned to his usual indifferent face, looked down at me, and said flatly, "I'm now a pitcher."

I tilted my head and said puzzledly, "Is there any relationship between the two?"

He looked at my confused eyes and sighed, looked out to the backyard, the sunlight from the outside has spread to the wooden geological corridor, and the sparkling pond seeped through the bushes, and the red carp inside Swimming recklessly, he seems to be looking at a pond, but at the same time it seems to be looking at a farther place through the pond.

"Sister, don't you think it's interesting to be surprised and feared by others when I throw the ball?" He grinned, and his white teeth gleamed into my eyes. "The key is that they have studied everything. I still can't hit my ball, and I stood on the strike zone but knocked out another pitcher's tiebreaker, um..." The younger brother narrowed his eyes happily as if he had thought of something.

"That painful expression really makes me happy."

I silently turned my face away, my younger brother is a jerk, it's really hard to meet his people.

"However," he paused, and snorted with some displeasure, "our team lost a game, and the team led by the opposite catcher."

"That guy, I will definitely beat him."

Seeing the flames rising silently from my younger brother, I had no choice but to say cheer up, but he became even more angry.

"Speaking of the catcher, I thought of the guy in my team. He was in the same class as me. He was very bad. Even the seniors preached mercilessly, even to me."

Are you really qualified to say your catcher→_→

"The catcher is obviously the pitcher's wife, hum╭(╯^╰)╮"

"Oh," I nodded and understood what he meant. It turned out that his wife didn't listen to his husband... WTF? !wife? !I grabbed his shoulder with a ferocious face, "What's the matter with my wife, you married a wife?!"

"Oh, it hurts, sister." Seeing his face turn pale, I silently lowered my paws, but my face was still distorted. "The catcher's old name was housemaid, which just means assistant."

I looked at him meaningfully, my brother curled his lips, and he continued, "That guy's name is Miyuki Kazuya, and the two of us are the shooting combination in the team. We have already discussed it. We will go to the youth after graduation. road."

"Good boy, you secretly discussed elopement with your wife?!"

"We didn't elope. That kid offended too many people, so I reluctantly became friends with him. It just so happened that our personalities were very compatible, so we planned to go to Qingdao. Last year, a beautiful big sister came to poach us. I just agreed."

This guy... didn't even refute that Miyuki Kazuya is his wife. Sure enough, he is also very bad, so two very bad people cherish each other→_→

"You plan to leave your own sister and your wife and elope to Tokyo."

"I said it wasn't an elopement. Of course, Tokyo is so far away, and I don't have that much money to spend every day. There is a room for lodging there. I have already agreed with my mother in advance."

This kid, the one who didn’t refute that Kazuya Miyuki is his wife... What to do, I feel that my younger brother is going to be snatched away by this Kazuya Miyuki, and he left home to go to Tokyo without telling me. In my eyes, my sister is not important anymore QAQ

"No..." I bit my handkerchief and grabbed my brother's shoulder, "Dear brother, you can't leave me, you know I'm a stupid sister, after you leave, if I can't handle it What should I do if I understand the question??"

"Let go, it's time for you to be independent, okay? Even me, a junior high school student, came to help you with this high school student's questions, don't you feel a little ashamed?!"

"I don't, I don't listen, you little bastard, you went to elope with your unknown wife behind your back, I haven't seen this sister-in-law yet?? He hasn't called aunt yet, bah, aunt Sis, QAQ."

"I told you bastard, we didn't elope, he's not my wife!!"

...Finally admitted that he is not your wife.

I smiled with relief.

The younger brother looked like he had given up on treatment.