All the people who like me are other people’s girlfriends! ?

"You didn't have a good lunch, did you? And now you must be thinking about trying to hold on for a while at the store—that's not good for your health! Use these to fill your stomach first."

Qingye turned his face away and snorted, "But don't get me wrong! I didn't buy this specifically for you. I just saw there were some extra snacks there, so I gave you some!"

"You, are you following me? Seriously..."

The girl stared at the food in her hand and his face alternately, a blush gradually appearing on her cheeks as she muttered something under her breath.

This person seems to have always been like this.

An inexplicable strange emotion emerged in my heart, like a pool of disturbed spring water.

At this moment, even she herself did not realize... She was actually much happier than when she was praised by the minister.

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ps: 5,000 words. Sorry for the late update. I will update more after the time difference is adjusted!

?063. NTR and Simulated Countdown [Three-in-One]

"A person's life should be spent in such a way that when he looks back on his life, he will not regret wasting his time, nor be ashamed of having accomplished nothing."

Another weekend, Qingye, who had just finished writing the third volume of his novel, had nothing to do and was strolling along the path along the shore dyed red by the sunset.

Perhaps it was because the passage of time had become increasingly apparent recently that he would occasionally think like this.

Is he living in this real simulation in the right way? Is he wasting his time? In the end, can he achieve his goal?

Time is precious.

Having several more years of life experience than others is an invaluable asset, so…my original intention was just to spend my days leisurely, but I ended up tightening my belt unknowingly, and even felt that playing games online was a sin.

At this moment, the sound of fighting coming from the front interrupted Qingye's thoughts.

"Idiot, why don't you swing your sword!"

"A coward like you is unworthy of being a warrior."

He raised his head and saw a group of primary school students playing and laughing not far ahead. Each of them was holding a stick as a sword, and they seemed to be playing a role-playing game. At this time, three boys were fighting each other, but one of the thin boys was just dodging and retreating, and seemed to have no intention of fighting back.

The boy's behavior seemed to have caused dissatisfaction among his two companions, so they started fighting each other and started chasing him and beating him together.

Qingye stopped and observed for a while, and found that this was not really bullying, because everyone else looked bored, and the sticks were just poking a few times symbolically. Even so, the boy still looked like he was about to cry.

Finally, the three of them ran to the other side to play, leaving the boy alone sitting on the river bank, staring at the water in a daze.

What would Yukinoshita do if she were here?

As someone who believed in what was right, she would probably reprimand the other three people coldly, and then strictly guide the boy to muster up the courage to fight back.

Thinking of this——

Qingye narrowed his eyes in nostalgia.

He also has his own way of doing things.

Qingye walked over and sat next to him:

"Hey, little warrior, what's your name?"

The sudden sound made the little boy alert. He sat a little further away without making a sound and said:

"X-Xiaoju Yuta."

Xiaoju?

Qingye was stunned. He looked at the other person carefully and found that he could indeed see some familiar shadows.

Is this family's unpopularity an ancestral setting...

He complained silently and said in a deep voice:

"Do you want to become stronger?"

“…Become stronger?”

The wind blew up the cherry blossoms all over the ground, and Yuta's eyes widened.

Every man can't resist this word.

*

Why hasn't Yuta come back yet...

Xiaoju, who was washing ingredients in the kitchen, frowned and ran to the living room to take a look.

Generally speaking, Yuta would go home before sunset. After all, her younger brother, like her, had no friends, so even if he played outside, he couldn't play for long.

Are you being bullied?

The thoughts that popped up in her mind made Xiaoju even more worried. She took off her apron, said something briefly to her sister, changed her shoes, and searched the places where her brother often went.

Ah, it’s here.

When she saw the boy waving the branch in the distance, Xiaoju put one hand on her waist, her whole body filled with the majesty of an elder sister, and walked over step by step, like a slowly approaching cheetah.

As the distance got closer, she finally spotted the figure beside her brother. At this moment, the girl's steps suddenly froze.

Qing, Qingye? Why is he here!?

Just like a cheetah encountering a lion, Xiaoju let out a cry and instantly jumped behind a big tree next to him. After two seconds, he cautiously stuck out his little head and observed the situation ahead.

"Your strength is too weak! You can't even cut through the morning mist with this posture! Come again!" the man shouted.

"Yes, master!"

——You've already called me Master? Then how will the seniority be calculated from now on?

"Master, Master, I'm so tired. Why do we have to practice swords all the time?"

"I draw my sword to strengthen my inner courage and to protect my family from now on."

"Guard, guard!?" The boy's eyes sparkled.

If she closed her eyes and only listened to the conversation, the girl could even imagine a classic scene in her mind - under a tree covered in cherry blossom rain, two figures, one big and one small, were sitting on the ground with a long sword across their legs. The boy was innocent and the man was smiling.

And if Qingye were a samurai, he would have a high ponytail, be thin and handsome, and his eyes would be smiling when he smiled... Wait! What am I thinking!

Xiaoju shook her head and turned her attention back to the scene in front of her, successfully breaking the fantasy - a man shouting with a branch could only make people think of a middle school student.

"That's right, you should know your sister's weakness. Imagine that she will still be like this ten years later. At that time, only you, a warrior, can protect her!" Qingye patted the boy's shoulder.

I can't pretend I didn't hear that, hey.

Xiaoju's eye twitched.

"I understand... I must become stronger for my sister!" The boy gripped the branch tightly.

"It seems that you have already grasped the core of the Second Heaven and First Class. Let's continue practicing tomorrow."

What are you saying in public...

The girl felt inexplicably ashamed and hid behind a tree, wrapping a bunch of hair around her index finger. Hearing her usually weak brother say such words, her heart was somewhat touched.

Moreover, I also discovered a different side of Qingye.

It turns out that he can also do such childish things.

He does crack jokes all the time though... Eh? Something seems off.

Xiaoju slowly thought of something. Qingye didn't seem like the kind of person who would say these words for no reason. In other words, he must have seen Yuta being bullied, so he deliberately used this method to give him courage.

"Stupid, idiot."

The soft spot in her heart was suddenly touched. She had always known her brother's sensitivity and low self-esteem, and that the reason came from his family, but she didn't know what to do. She had always been like that herself, and could only comfort him with words that she herself found dry...

This person Qingye...

As the girl thought about it, she felt inexplicably flustered and shy. She quickly looked away and kept repeating "Minister, Minister, Minister" in her heart.

Initially, it was the Minister who took the initiative to talk to her dark self, which gave her two seniors whom she could call friends and also gave her a place to stay in the school...

At this moment, the devil in her heart seemed to be whispering: But Qingye also helped her. It was Qingye who affirmed herself, allowing her to gain courage in times of confusion and take the initiative to take steps...

Xiaoju was stunned and recited Minister Tamaki even faster, but when he was halfway through, he was shocked to find that the name in his mind had quietly changed.

*

In the week that followed that day, Xiaoju would see her brother coming home every day with a smile on his face and full of energy - an expression she had rarely seen before.

"Yuta, you come back so late recently, what have you been doing?"

In the living room, Xiaoju, who was wearing an apron, called her brother and asked casually.

"Practice!"

"Who are you training with?"

"A handsome older brother."

Xiaoju coughed and tried to keep her tone steady: "You, what do you think of this big brother?"

Primary school students will not use so many modifiers, they just use the words that they think are the most handsome and simple to describe it.

"hero!"

There is a hero in every boy's heart, with his back to him, basking in the light.

The boy spoke with childish innocence: "After training with big brother, Kenta and the others are willing to take the initiative to play samurai games with me. This is all because of big brother who gave me the courage. I also want to become an adult like him!"

"That's it."

Xiaoju smiled and rubbed his head.

*

The first volume of the novel is about to be submitted to the Newcomer Award.

At nine o'clock in the evening, in the dim room without lights on, the light from the computer illuminated a pale face - the girl was staring at the screen, her eyes full of bloodshot, looking like she was trading foreign exchange with full leverage.

When the time came, she became a little hesitant, with her mind filled with messy thoughts.

But now there was no more time for her to hesitate.

If we delay any further, this world might just come to an end.

She still has a lot to do.

Xiaoju plucked up her courage and pressed send.

Then he quickly took out his phone and sent a message to someone:

"The first volume has been mailed."

"Pure Love Warrior: Congratulations, go and realize your dream."

It's strange. We were just chatting like usual, so why am I so happy when I see this message now...

Could this be... love?

Xiaoju jumped onto the bed and covered her head with the quilt. The emotions in her heart were like boiling water, rolling and surging, and her snow-white face turned red.

This feeling reminded her of how she felt when she first fell in love with the minister, but the two were also different. Compared to the clear public feeling of "liking the minister" at that time, her current mood was more complicated and more confusing.

This doesn't seem to be simply called love.

Instead, it is a mixture of longing, inferiority, admiration and other emotions.

She didn't dare to confirm her feelings so easily. Moreover, the distance between her and Qingye was even greater than that between the minister and her. If she had to use an analogy, it was almost from the earth to the moon.

This kind of emotion has been lingering in the girl's heart recently.

I think about it when I sleep, when I go to school, and when I work.

Now I am still thinking about it on my way home by bike after buying groceries.

The sudden bang brought Xiaoju back to reality, and she subconsciously stopped the car - the fixing screws of the front basket fell off, and it tilted downward. It was probably because she bought too many things in the supermarket today, and also packed a large bottle of drink.

She jumped out of the car and took the plastic bag down, her face troubled. What should she do? This place is quite a distance from her home!

at this time.

"Hmm? Xiaoju?"

Ah, an angel appeared.

The bicycle stopped beside her with a beautiful brake, and the familiar boy smiled at her.