Chapter 5: Pissing off your sister

Cheng Ming was forced to study for a while by Lin Jingyi, but he couldn’t get into it at all, and when he wandered off, Lin Jingyi pinched him.

After pinching the left thigh and pinching the right, after pinching the outer thigh and pinching the inner thigh, Cheng Ming was afraid that Lin Jingyi would lose her hand and touch something she shouldn’t touch.

I don’t know if it was because Cheng Ming was too delicate at this age, or if Lin Jingyi didn’t control her hand well, but it was quite painful.

With only two months left before the midterm exam, Cheng Ming’s brain is equivalent to a blank sheet of paper, and he doesn’t even remember the topics of the college entrance exam, let alone the midterm exam, but Cheng Ming doesn’t panic at all.

That’s adult submissiveness.

Cheng Ming did a math paper to pass the time, and it was hard to get through until the end of class and dismissal.

Cheng Ming put down his pen, casually pressed the paper under his textbook, got up and crossed the stool, and ran toward the back door of the classroom without looking back, even throwing his book bag in the drawer.

“Ming, wait for ……”

Before Lin Jingyi’s words fell, she subconsciously reached out to grab Cheng Ming, but she flopped.

She felt that there was something strange about Ming today, but she couldn’t say exactly what it was.

After all, it’s long past time to be as close and talkative as you used to be.

“So sloppy, you’ll have something to cry about if your math paper gets hooked into the gutter by the wind and swept up as trash.”

“Jingyi, hurry up, what are you working on.” Zhang Jiajia, the same table, urged.

“Coming right up.”

Lin Jingyi helped Cheng Ming collect his papers before he went home in company with his classmates.

Cheng Ming ran all the way to the bicycle shed next to the school entrance, looking for his favorite car.

He was a day student, the commute was quite long, fifteen minutes by bike, and almost thirty minutes upwards on foot, and his family had suggested Cheng Ming should not be a resident student.

Cheng Ming is naturally a hundred reluctant, at home can play the computer, but also can be one less evening study session, eight thirty at the end of the class, Cheng Ming do not want to live in the school.

There was a blue bicycle with the word ‘Cheng Ming’ sprayed on its crossbar that stood out.

This was bought by mom for Cheng Ming’s convenience in getting to and from school.

But even if the circle lock locks the rear wheels, mom is still uneasy, sprayed with Cheng Ming’s name to feel at ease.

It’s a good thing there are a few people like Cheng Ming who spray paint their bikes with their names at school, it’s not that embarrassing.

Thanks to this, Cheng Ming found his bike at a glance, mom wise.

Cheng Ming unlocked the ring lock with the key, sat his butt on the cushion, kicked off the foot brace, and sped out of the school gate on the pedals.

The city, which has yet to undergo major development, doesn’t have as many high-rise buildings or any new development zones, and at a glance you can see the green hills in the distance.

The grocery stores and kiosks next to the school are packed and doing well.

Nanming No. 5 Middle School was built on a hill halfway up the mountain, and the boys who rode their bikes to school would always sprint up the hill, and if there was a girl next to them, they would work even harder, and on the way down the hill they would raise their hands in the air and show off their maneuvers.

The oncoming breeze brushed Ming’s cheeks, and it was only at this moment that he felt as if he had been given a new lease of life, and he could not help shouting, “Wuhu.”

Parking his bike downstairs, the exuberant Cheng Ming took three steps and flew to his home on the sixth floor.

Sweating profusely, Cheng Ming pressed his hand on the doorknob, suddenly surging with a wave of near-home emotions, nervousness, apprehension, as well as fear.

A moment ago, I felt that I had managed to live like a human being, so there was no need to be reborn, but at this moment, I was worried that when I opened the door, everything would change back to the way it was.

Sweat trickled in from his forehead, sore and stinging.

Cheng Ming wiped off his sweat, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

The furnishings and layout of the house hadn’t changed much from fifteen years later, it was just new, the white plaster on the walls hadn’t cracked and fallen off yet, the couch didn’t have holes in it, and the TV was playing Blue Cat Naughty Three Thousand Questions.

Hearing the sound, Cheng Li jumped down from the sofa and ran towards the door with her bare little feet, she was wearing a cotton white nightgown, revealing a pair of slender calves, and a head of long black hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

“Brother, you’re back ah …… “Cheng Li looked at the empty-handed Cheng Ming and asked with a crooked head, “Where’s our lunch?”

“Oh, I forgot, I’ll order a takeout.”

Stagnant for about two seconds Cheng Ming instinctively reached out to pull out his cell phone, not to mention the cell phone, the Hungry House was only created in 08.

“Takeout? Is it to call and order food? That’s too expensive, it’s good for a hundred packs of instant noodles, and it’s super slow, I don’t know if we’ll get lunch in an hour, let’s just eat instant noodles.”

Shaxian snacks and Lanzhou ramen have not yet taken over the street corners, and there are not many fast-food restaurants, and those that take orders are restaurants.

Cheng Ming nodded Cheng Li’s forehead and laughed, “You don’t think about eating junk food all day, it’s not good for your body.”

Speaking of which, it seems like my sister has always been obsessed with instant noodles, which was also brought down by Cheng Ming, who either eats instant noodles or pinches them up and sprinkles them into a seasoning packet to eat as dry noodles.

Cheng Ming looked at Cheng Li’s delicate little face like a porcelain doll, thin shoulders, petite figure, and height that only reached his chest.

Various memories and clues are gradually becoming clear. On the day Zheng Lei and Li Pan fought, his sister was at home on leave because she had a low-grade fever.

Then tonight, Mom and Dad will have their first conflict.

Cheng Ming touched Cheng Li’s forehead and asked, “Is your body better?”

“Totally healthy, I plan to go to school this afternoon.”

Mom and Dad were so busy with work that they would occasionally buy them soy milk buns and doughnuts for breakfast, but lunch was a complete non-starter.

Cheng Ming opened the refrigerator and it was empty, except for eggs and milk, there were no other ingredients.

Cheng Li’s entire body was like a puddle of soft mud lying on the dining table, his hands covering his small stomach, wailing, “Brother, I’m so hungry.”

It would be a bit too much of a waste of time to start cooking now and then go out to buy groceries. After all, the food market was far away, and my sister kept urging and putting the box of twin instant noodles in an unusually prominent position.

It had been hinted at to this point, and if he couldn’t understand it, he would have been a brother for nothing for so many years.

It’s just a matter of satisfying her a little.

Cheng Ming first boiled water, then went to the vegetable patch on the roof to pull some baby cabbages and scallions, then fried two eggs.

The bubbly came out of the pot with a little bit of plating and actually looked decent.

“So hot.”

Cheng Li couldn’t wait to pick up the noodles and put them in his mouth, but ended up getting burned and spitting out his tongue.

“Eat slowly, it’s not like anyone’s taking it from you.”

Taking a sip of the soup, Cheng Li said intoxicatedly, “Brother’s cooked noodles are so delicious, I like brother the most.”

If it was before he was reborn, Cheng Ming would have heard these words, a thunderbolt would have flashed through his head and his chopsticks would have come out of his hand. But now, it was just pure unadulterated affection.

“It’s good if it’s delicious.” Cheng Ming looked at Cheng Li who was wolfing down the food and said with relief.

Probably because she ate quickly and hurriedly, Cheng Li’s mouth was full of grease, and her little white dress was stained with a few drops of soup.

Cheng Ming pulled out a napkin and wiped the corner of Cheng Li’s mouth.

“Brother, I’m not a kid anymore, I’ll do this kind of thing myself.” Cheng Li said with a disgruntled beak.

“You will always be a child in my eyes.” Cheng Ming said as he stroked Cheng Li’s small head.

Cheng Li slapped away Cheng Ming’s hand and stomped her foot, “I’m not a child, I hate my brother the most.”

Just now he said he liked it, and now he hates it, changing his face faster than turning over a book.

Cheng Ming pinched his brow with a headache and wondered, was his sister so twisted as a child?