"What are you thinking about? Xiaoxue is your blood-related sister." Song Yan reminded herself in her heart, and quickly invited Song Xue into the room.
"Xiaoxue, are you okay?" Song Yan tried his best not to look at her chest and asked in a gentle tone.
"It's okay, I just can't sleep. I want to talk to my brother." Song Xue smiled sweetly, but there was a lingering fear deep in her eyes. Upon discovering this, Song Yan instantly understood that Xiaoxue had not completely gotten over what happened today.
Thinking of this, he lovingly held Song Xue into his arms and said softly: "Xiaoxue, my brother swears that I will never let you be hurt again."
Song Xue didn't expect that Song Yan would hold her in his arms, her body couldn't help but stiffen, and then a trace of blush appeared on her face, but for some reason, she felt that her brother's arms were warm and safe, and she couldn't bear to let go, involuntarily. , her arms wrapped around Song Yan's waist.
It was already a hot summer day. Song Yan was only wearing a thin T-shirt, and Song Xue was only wearing a thin pair of pajamas. The moment Song Xue wrapped her arms around his waist, their bodies couldn't help but be close to each other. Together, Song Yan felt the softness squeezing on his chest, and the heat in his heart suddenly rose. Xiao Yan also reacted, and instantly straightened up, touching Song Xue's abdomen.
"Brother, did you put something in your pocket that seemed to be against me?" Song Xue frowned slightly and asked.
Hearing this, Song Yan suddenly felt a ladle of cold water being poured on his head, and the heat in his heart instantly disappeared without a trace.
As soon as Song Xue said those words, she seemed to have thought of something. Her already blushing cheeks turned even redder, and she quickly pushed Song Yan away and ran out of the room.
"Xiaoxue, listen to my explanation...!" Looking at Song Xue who ran out of the room, Song Yan wanted to slap herself: "Nima, Xiaoxue is your sister, how could you have such dirty thoughts!"
Song Xue, who ran back to her room, quickly locked the door and buried her hot cheeks in the quilt, her heart pounding like a deer.
"It's shameful. It's really shameful. My brother actually used that bad thing against me."
Nowadays, the Internet is extremely developed, and there are also physiology classes in high schools. At first, she did not realize what the thing against her lower abdomen was, but she soon remembered what it was.
But for some reason, apart from being shy, she didn't feel any anger at all. She even felt a little bit happy. If my brother reacted to me, wouldn't it mean that he likes me
Thinking of this, her cheeks felt hot again.
After a while, her cheeks returned to normal temperature, but there was some inexplicable worry in her heart: "I wonder if my brother knows that I am not his biological sister. If he thinks that we are related by blood, wouldn't it be...?"
In fact, three years ago, by chance, she overheard her parents chatting and knew that they were not her biological parents. It was just that she was in an ostrich mentality and kept pretending not to know.
"Oh, Xiaoxue, how could you have such an idea? Do you like your brother?"
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After scaring Song Xue away, Song Yan has been feeling guilty and hesitant. If Xiaoxue told his uncle and aunt about this, how could he meet anyone.
Thinking of this, he began to worry about gains and losses again.
He stared hard at his lower body and cursed: "Why are you so impulsive? How can you react at this time? Xiaoxue is my biological sister!"
"Why don't you go find Xiaoxue and explain?"
Just after taking a few steps, Song Yan paused again, but how should he explain to Xiaoxue
Song Yan, who had always slept well, suffered from insomnia tonight. When he went to the bathroom to wash up early the next morning, he couldn't help but be startled when he looked at the panda eyes in the mirror.
As soon as he finished washing and walked to the living room, he saw Song Xue, who was neatly dressed, walking out of the room. So, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed on his face: "Xiaoxue, good morning."
"Good morning, brother." Xiaoxue's pretty face blushed slightly, and then she walked towards the bathroom. When Xiaoxue passed by him, Song Yan said quickly: "Xiaoxue, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
"Brother, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" Song Xue winked at him playfully and said with a smile.
"Ah, it's okay, I remembered it wrong!" Song Yan immediately realized that Song Xue didn't argue with him, and she was relieved.
"Um."
Song Xue hummed slightly and walked into the bathroom.
After eating the breakfast carefully prepared by the eldest aunt, the brother and sister walked to school together.
Along the way, Song Xue talked and laughed with him and kept silent about what happened last night, which made Song Yan feel a little grateful to her again.
The next morning, the filming team of Yuedong Video Network arrived, and the leader was Su Yiyi.
With the popularity of the video on Yuedong, Song Yan's reputation as piano master has spread in the school. Not only the students, but also the teachers are very proud that the school has produced a piano master.
Therefore, knowing that Yuedong.com was going to shoot a video for Song Yan, the principal waved his hand and directly ordered Huang Quan to open the best classroom in the vocal music building and record it there.
Five piano pieces, each one original, and there were no mistakes in the performance. Therefore, all five videos were recorded in less than an hour. Su Yiyi was very satisfied with this and at the same time admired Song Yan's creative talent. I admired him to the extreme.
Because she discovered that Song Yan's five original songs were all classics, Yuedong.com bought one for 100,000 yuan, which was a super low price.
After recording the video, Su Yiyi and others left in a hurry.
Back in the classroom, every student in the class looked at him with a different look. There was admiration and jealousy. Especially Xiao Rao and other girls looked at him with extremely hot eyes. If they were not still in class, They would definitely rush up and surround Song Yan immediately.
"Okay, big star, go back to your seat quickly." Han Sha joked to Song Yan.
"Thank you, Teacher Han Sha." Song Yan said with a smile. Suddenly, he thought, didn't he have a chef skill? Why not use cooking to please Teacher Han Sha
The bell rang for the end of get out of class.
The girls headed by Xiao Rao screamed and rushed to Song Yan, asking for autographs.
"Didn't I sign it for you last time?" Song Yan said with a bitter face.
"That's different. Last time you weren't as famous as you are now, so you had to sign another one." Xiao Rao said sweetly.
"Oh well."
Therefore, Song Yan spent the ten minutes between classes signing autographs, because the students in the next class heard the news and ran over with pens and papers.
At three o'clock in the afternoon that day, Song Yan received a call from Zhao Fengyang, asking him to go to the martial arts school to find him at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, and he would take him to the martial arts alliance.
Tomorrow is not the weekend, so after school, Song Yan came to the office to find Han Sha and asked for leave.
"What's the reason?" Han Sha looked at him coldly and said seriously: "Song Yan, don't forget, you are still a senior in high school, and the college entrance examination is only more than a month away."
"Teacher Han, I really have something to do tomorrow, please allow me to take a day off." Song Yan begged.
"I need to know the reason, otherwise I won't allow it." Han Sha still refused to let go.
"Teacher Han, why don't I go to your house for dinner." Song Yan suddenly changed the subject and stopped talking about asking for leave.
"What a beautiful idea." Han Sha curled her lips and said.
"I recently learned how to cook online, and I feel like I can do it as well as you. Otherwise, I'll show you my skills." Song Yan said confidently.
"I'm worried it will be hard to swallow!" Han Sha sneered at this.
Hearing this, Song Yan couldn't help but reveal a sly smile: "Why don't we make a bet? If the food I cook is more delicious, you will give me a day off. If the food I cook is not as delicious as yours, then I will just go to class." I won’t go either.”
Han Sha didn't believe that Song Yan's cooking could taste better than hers, so she followed suit and said, "Okay, I agree. If I don't give you leave then, don't blame the teacher for being unkind."
"Okay, that's such a happy decision! I'm going to buy groceries first!" Song Yan seemed to be afraid that Han Sha would regret it, and ran out of the office in the blink of an eye.
The author's digression: Before putting it on the shelf, the collected data is very important. I found that many readers do not like to collect it. I would like to ask everyone here to collect it when reading. (To be continued)