Last semester, Yu Huan received three love letters. To fulfill her assignment, she kept them secret, didn't open them to see who wrote them, and simply kept them in a metal box.
In the next semester, there were more activities held in the school. The teachers became familiar with her and liked to ask her to run errands whenever there was something to do. Gradually, more and more people seemed to know her.
Two more love letters arrived.
Yu Huan proudly returned home with the two love letters as if he had completed a collection mission, and even rewarded himself by secretly playing with his cell phone for a while.
So when Yu Bingqiao showed up, she was busy writing her homework because she had been playing with her cell phone for too long.
"Why are you so diligent today?" Yu Bingqiao asked, leaning on the back of her chair.
Yu Huan showed a bitter and resentful expression, and suddenly an idea came to his mind. He turned around and called Yu Bingqiao: "Brother."
As soon as she opened her mouth, Yu Bingqiao knew there was a trap waiting for him, and he retreated urgently, saying, "Don't..."
"I can't finish it, I really can't finish it. There are so many homework assignments this time. Brother, please help me write it for a while. My fingers hurt from writing..." She begged him pitifully.
Yu Bingqiao was originally hesitant for a moment, and then he thought of the crisis posed by Ji Xianyun. If he didn't help her write, would she beg Ji Xianyun like this?
Then their relationship got better and better, and he became an outsider...
The bad idea directly prompted Yu Bingqiao to make a decision. Without thinking too much, he said to Yu Huan: "Get up."
Yu Huan became attentive at this time, and quickly jumped down from his chair, extending his hands in a welcoming gesture: "Please come in."
The burden on his shoulders was suddenly lifted, and Yu Huan felt instantly relaxed. His mood also became cheerful, and everything he saw seemed pleasing to him.
"Brother, you write first. I'll get you something delicious." He happily went back to his bedroom to get snacks.
When Ms. Wei asked her what was going on, she said in a serious tone that Yu Bingqiao was sitting in her seat and checking her homework.
One of the questions required the use of a very obscure piece of knowledge. Yu Bingqiaoqiao remembered that Yu Huan had a tutorial book that covered this knowledge point.
Her desk was cluttered with a lot of things, and it was a bit messy, so he rummaged through it.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of an iron box without a lid. It looked unfamiliar. Yu Bingqiao took it and took a look, and his eyes suddenly froze.
There was a pink envelope with a small lace butterfly and the words "Gift to Shi Yu Huan" written at the bottom. Without thinking too much, some answers popped up.
Suddenly he felt as if he couldn't breathe, and it was as if a huge rock fell from the sky and hit him on the head.
Not just one, but several.
Yu Bingqiao counted the envelopes blankly, even though he didn't know why he was doing so. He counted them over and over again but couldn't figure it out, and the number kept increasing.
At this moment, Yu Huan came back with a bunch of snacks: "I took out all my delicious food..."
The voice suddenly stopped.
The two looked at each other.
"This, this, this is not what you think..." Yu Huan hurriedly put down the snacks and explained to him.
Until this moment, when he was sure that she had no such intentions and was not dating anyone else, the huge stone in Yu Bingqiao's heart slowly fell to the ground.
He regained his composure and tried to appear calm and composed, but the moment he opened his mouth he couldn't help but speak venomously:
"The people who wrote this are so boring and childish. Besides, how old are you? They actually wrote this for you. It's too much. It will delay your studies. If you don't do well in the exam, it won't all be their fault! They should be given a few self-reflections..."
After all, they were the ones who helped Yu Huan complete his mission. Yu Huan tried to say something to them: "That's not the case..."
She didn't do well in the exam simply because she was lazy and stupid, and it had nothing to do with anyone else.
"It's their fault." Yu Bingqiao said firmly.
Yu Huan looked at him in amazement.
Yu Bingqiao was slow to realize he had lost his composure. His gaze drifted for a few seconds before landing on the love letter in the box. He felt an inexplicable surge of anger: "The school is probably too lax in their supervision. They actually have time to think about these things."
A good student like him would never think about these messy things.
"Oh, it's not important. I don't care about them." Yu Huan said, and then said a little strangely, "Your reaction is too big."
Yu Bingqiao was extremely displeased with the love letters, so he closed the lid and pushed it aside, saying:
"You are my little sister who I have watched grow up. How can I not be angry when they harass you like this?"
It seems to make sense.
Before Yu Bingqiao left, he repeatedly reminded Yu Huan that she was still young and it was not the age for her to think about those things, and she must not be influenced by those people, etc.
He is very much like a patriarch with old-fashioned and feudal ideas.
However, when he returned to his bedroom, he felt that he had said too much and went too far. He was worried that Yu Huan would rebel, so he decided to give it a try.
He tossed and turned like a fish on the chopping board, unable to settle down. The treasure he had watched grow up was being coveted by others. This was a very unpleasant feeling.
The next day, I woke up with dark circles under my eyes again.
But on this day, Yu Bingqiao was not idle.
He hand-wrote more than a dozen letters of denunciation and dropped them into the mailboxes of principals in various places. To attract attention, he used a different handwriting on each letter, making it appear that it was written by a different person.
Each letter reported that some students in the first year of high school were fickle-minded, which was not conducive to the development of a good school spirit. They also earnestly and earnestly advised the school to increase supervision of lower grades in an effort to curb all sparks of conflict between students.
Maybe it was because he wrote it too well, or maybe it was because so many letters of complaint with the same purpose appeared at the same time that attracted attention. In short, the school's control over the first year of high school has really become stricter.
At this point, Yu Bingqiao was finally able to sleep at night.
It's a pipe dream to want to steal his treasure, he thought.
But sometimes when he saw Yu Huan, he would feel a little uneasy. Did he do all this because he really didn't want his sister to be taken away by someone else?
The noisy heartbeat seemed to tell him the answer.
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