Mu Song's feelings at that moment were completely confused.

His weak, gentle, thin, silent, honest sister, and his most common activity is to memorize words in the self-study textbooks of various languages.

At this time, he was carrying a wooden stick and flew around in the crowd.

He waved out a murderous aura that even he, a junior high school bully, could not meet.

After being scolded, he was silly before he realized that he joined the battlefield with a blank mind. I wonder if he was illusion that he always felt that the fight today was particularly relaxed. The dozen opponents lay all over the ground in a short while, which was completely different from the "bad battle" he had imagined before.

The "true" school bully Qiao Nan scoffed at this.

The grudges and revenge of a group of junior high school and junior high school children is really not enough to see in front of an old world like him. What's more, the little children know what fighting they know, and their "ruthlessness" is nothing more than just not being serious.

They know where the fist hurts the most and won't have any major problems?

They know how to kick the knee to lose strength just right?

Qiao Nan knew all of these that his current shortcomings were just Mu Xiang's physical strength. Fortunately, during the more than a week of exchange, he had not missed the physical training he should have. He also increased his exercise every day with his extremely strict control of physical strength. As of this morning, he had improved to barely do ten pull-ups after running six kilometers intermittently.

Although it is still far from his own physical level, it is enough to give this group of little children a little hardship.

The psychological endurance of junior high school and young children was indeed not good. After the war situation changed, half of the younger brother immediately ran away, and the remaining half quickly lost the will to fight. Only the boss who seemed to be named Qiu Guang sobbed under Qiao Nan's fist...

Qiao Nan threw away the little boy, sighed at the lesions of the flowers in the motherland, then returned to the corner, lifted up the bag that he had placed there before, and turned around.

Mu Song was located among his opponents screaming all over the ground. His face was astonishing as before, and he heard his sister's calm voice: "Why are you still standing there?"

***

Mu Song is now full of blood and must not be able to go home.

Qiao Nan took the gray-haired child to find a pharmacy, went in to buy bandages, gauze and medicine products, and went to the park to treat the wound.

The wound was not big, so he rinsed the salt water and then bandaged it. He was very skillful in movement. After all, he was often injured due to fighting before, and became a good doctor after a long illness.

But Mu Song sat on the bench and couldn't speak for his ordinary sister's every move.

There are many elderly people dancing square dances in the park, but this corner is always quiet.

Mu Song felt the feeling of gradually being wrapped in bandages on his forehead, and after a while, he spoke coldly: "Don't you ask?"

Qiao Nan flew his fingers and tied a knot, and glanced at him while packing up his things: "What are you asking?"

Mu Song paused, a little difficult to talk about. Fighting women is awful, right? Especially in the eyes of this sister who has been good at learning since childhood.

As a veteran, Qiao Nan could see what the boy was thinking at a glance. He sneered: "Little bastard, he learned to be in the society before he even had his hair. He told me that you are still a little tender. Don't think that being so swears is a gangster boss. You and your girlfriend and other people are simply a rustic hat to play."

“……………………”

Mu Song didn't know whether to complain about his sister's rogue-like tone or the content of his sister's words. He was silent for a long time, with his stubborn and cold eyes: "That's not my girlfriend."

Qiao Nan: "So? You really didn't find any problem? I was so embarrassed when I heard your opponent speak harshly. Are you filming TVB underworld dramas in the 1990s?"

Mu Song's face looked ugly. Adolescent teenagers had a wonderful self-esteem. They could accept the accusations of their rebellious behavior from the outside world and even be proud of it. But they could not accept the doubts about their taste in the circle, let alone the question came from a person who, in his opinion, only knew how to study hard all day long. He felt that the other party was simply ridiculing his old-fashionedness.

If it were normal, he wouldn't even care about it. After all, his sister's image as a good student who has always been deeply rooted in him is simply a person from another world. Then she knows how to listen to what people from different worlds say?

But the other party had a great power just now. The picture was so cool that it set off him and Qiu Guang, the leading men who dominate junior high school.

It seems really cowardly.

Because of his handsome appearance and "handsome" behavior, Mu Song, who has always been regarded as a male god by the girls in the school, is desperately suppressing his relaxed self-doubt in his heart. He firmly denies: "You know a P!"

Then when I saw the girl opposite, I immediately turned cold.

Before he realized that the situation was not good, the next second, the other party's right hand was already raised high-

"Ao—"

Qiao Nan beat the person up, tied the packed plastic bag tightly, threw it into Mu Song's arms, swept his eyes up and down, paused on the other party's legs that were almost coming out of the ripped jeans for a few seconds, put his pockets in his hands and sneered, leaving behind a sarcastic aftertaste and turned around and left.

Mu Song was slapped in the back of his head. He was extremely humiliated and wanted to continue to be stubborn, but when he realized that he had subconsciously followed the steps ahead.

A gust of wind blew in front of him, squirting into the hole in his jeans. Mu Song was so cold that he felt ashamed, especially after a neat and elegant contrast partner walked in front of him.

It felt like after carefully dressing up, I went to Milan Fashion Week with confidence, but found that my whole body of equipment was the trend of five years ago.

Before this, he was sneering at the casual style of his sister with no personality.

Now the taste suddenly changed.

****

When I got home, it was a surprise that the Mu family’s parents were not around.

Qiao Nan ignored Mu Song and went straight back to the room after entering the room. Instead, Mu Song was stunned at the door - he thought he would always get some preaching anyway today.

Qiao Nan himself has been a bad boy. He was full and could not have time to preach to him? What's more, young people in the rebellious period could only listen to others' advice. Qiao Nan still remembered that during his second-year period, it was like a firecracker. All the words from his relatives could become the spark that ignites the lead.

As a school bully, almost all of his friends who have appeared around him since childhood have been around this period. The symptoms of those guys are slightly manifested in smoking and drinking, and the seriousness is not at all. Mu Song can at most fall in love and fight, and he can be simply accused of being a clerical and ignorant young man.

No need to pay attention at all.

A real man should be able to get over it by himself.

After going back to the room to change his clothes, he sent a text message to Mu's parents and asked where they were now. After Qiao Nan changed his clothes, he received a reply from Mu's mother, saying that she and Mu's father were buying things outside.

Buy something? That means you won’t come back in a short period of time?

Qiao Nan quickly took out a pack of cigarettes from the depths of the drawer, intending to reward himself with a slightly tired ** after fighting.

Yan just got into his mouth and the door was knocked by a thud. Qiao Nanhuo had already started fighting, so he could only stand up silently again.

The door opened, and a 1.7-meter-tall gray child was standing outside. A sports turban was wrapped in the wound on his forehead, and the bandage was tightly covered.

Qiao Nan swept downwards and changed the suffocating pair of jeans to sweatpants. He thought to himself that the child was teachable, but he was still irritated by the other party interrupting his smoking: "What are you doing?"

The little brother of the Mu family was silent, his eyes swept from his sister's eyebrows to his body, and he was so strange that he dared not recognize each other.

The other person in my memory was obviously as quiet as her parents. She obeyed her, and even responded calmly in the face of all kinds of harsh words from her uncle's family, and could also comfort herself who was so irritable that she was about to lose control.

But now, the guy who always suppressed himself so much that he could not see any edges were looking at him impatiently with his messy hair and a cigarette in his mouth.

She was wearing... a gray old man shirt (Joan's favorite pajamas) and a pair of Hawaiian-style beach shorts (Joan's favorite pajamas). She was too big and hung on her body to loosely. She was also zipped with a pair of black flip-flops. Every pore on her body was full of carelessness.

Qiao Nan felt that there was no need to be as restrained as before Mu Song, who was also a bad boy, waited for a while but didn't wait for the other party's purpose, and frowned: "Hurry up, say something quickly and let go."

Mu Songna asked: "...Sister... Why did you become like this?"

Qiao Nan raised his eyebrows. He remembered Mu thought about it and said that Mu Song had not been very close to his family since he went to school. After he went to junior high school, he rarely even came back to his family. He was not worried about revealing the situation at all to such a guy, so he answered with confidence: "What does it mean to be like this? I was like this."

It is not human to walk with legs in front of Mu's parents every day. He is too lazy to disguise himself with people other than them.

That's what it is?

That sister who is quiet, silent, tolerant, and obedient, is actually like this in private!?

For a moment, Mu Song couldn't even show the expression of the wolf cub who had been with him all year round. He was stuck for a long time. It was so long that Qiao Nan wanted to rush him, so he lowered his head and said softly: "... Thank you for what happened today."

Qiao Nan looked at him with his eyes for a while, then opened his body sideways: "Come in."

Mu Song had never entered this room, but he knew what the room looked like for girls, so he paused when he stepped in.

With a space as narrow as his room, it is hard to imagine how to make it so messy.

A bunch of clothes was thrown up on the single bed against the wall, and the T-shirt and sweater were hanged from the edge of the bed to the ground. The schoolbag next to it was unzipped and loosely collapsed with the clothes. The desk opposite the door was piled up so that the wood was not visible. The test papers and tutoring materials were stacked high together, and the bookcase was empty... Qiao Nan didn't even think there was anything wrong. He lazily pulled his hair and walked in, while casually saying, "Sit."

Mu Song: “…”

Where to sit?

Mu Song looked at her speechlessly. He never knew that his sister had such a magical side. Is it a bit too much for a high-ranking student to be more casual than a gangster like him in private? It was simply a waste of time for everyone in this area to call "other people's children". But thinking about it seriously, he found that he really rarely communicated with the other party.

Or he always thought he was out of place with the atmosphere of this family. For example, when facing those disgusting buzzing flies, his sharp and irritableness always contrasted with his family's forbearing attitude.

Over time, he began to get tired of such a stuffy environment. He wanted to escape at all times, trying to gain abilities in his own way and then solve those problems.

At this moment, the sudden discovery made him feel some wonderful feelings, as if suddenly, there was a little secret of his own between him and his sister.

Qiao Nan glanced at him, frowned and said, thinking that it was really troublesome, so he stepped forward and picked up a pile of clothes from the bed and put them on the chair: "Sit down."

There was no odor in the room, but... Mu Song stared at the computer chair that was almost buried in clothes. He tried hard to endure it for a while but still couldn't help it. Driven by the instinct of obsessiveness, he stepped forward and squeezed away his sister to clean up.

He moved very quickly, and he got the pile of headache-prone things in a few seconds. He folded his clothes back on the bed - only occupying a small corner. Then Mu Song began to clean up the table, and the tutoring materials were tutoring materials, and the textbooks were tutoring materials, and even the test papers were divided into different subjects and sorted into different stacks. The messy room became much more refreshing at once.

It has a bit of the temperament of Qiao Nan when he first came.

Qiao Nan was stunned for a while, took the cigarette out of his mouth, revealing a look of surprise.

Yes, this young man is very good at tidying up the room!

He actually saved him from the sea of ​​suffering so easily!

To be honest, it is really impossible to blame Qiao Nan for being so messy. After all, he has never done housework since he was a child. The Qiao family is big enough, and the other is that there are hourly workers to clean up every day. He is used to living such a life. When he first arrived at Mu's house, he was really not very used to it.

Mu Xiangyao is a very independent person. She doesn’t cause any trouble for her parents in study or life - she washes all her clothes by herself.

Qiao Nan couldn't use the old-fashioned washing machine of the Mu family that was so old that Baidu could not have instructions, and he couldn't ask rashly. He also likes to clean himself. He has to change clothes from the inside to the outside every day, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Shorts and socks are all good, and he can just throw them away after wearing them, but what can I do with such a big goal?

Mu Xiangxiu still has few clothes, and according to his method, he can't hold on for two days.

Qiao Nan had no choice but to buy a lot of them to change their clothes first, intending to wait until he saved up a certain amount of dirty clothes, and then find a chance that Mu's father was not at the door, and rummaged through the window to send them to the dry cleaning shop for treatment.

Now, with the hardworking and brave little brother Mu, you can directly save the process of rummaging through the windows!
To be continued...