Chapter 1761 I’m Not Your Brother [Jingcheng]

Without looking, he knew how sad she would be. What he did now was completely different from before. Every one of them was denying her, hurting her self-esteem, and hurting their feelings at the same time.

She picked up the violin with broken strings on the ground, looked at him, tears kept falling down, and complained, "I just want my brother to be happy, but you are not happy, brother, why don't you praise me like before?" Me, why are you so cold to me, what did I do wrong?"

He looked at her and said, "I thought you would make progress, but I was wrong. The violin is not suitable for you. A smart person will not expose his weaknesses to others."

"But you are my brother!" She hugged the violin tightly and tears continued to fall. She felt that she did not express enough, so she shouted loudly, "You are my brother, you will not dislike me." Because of her excitement , her voice was trembling.

When she yelled, "But you are my brother!", his heart suddenly shrank, and then there was boundless pain. What on earth had he done to make her roar like this at the top of her lungs? It hurt her heart.

"I don't like weak people." He looked at her and said word for word, "You are too weak." After leaving these words, he left.

Her roar came from behind, "I will be strong, brother, I will become strong, just wait and see."

How he wished she wouldn't be so stubborn and hate him so much, and he wouldn't have to do those things against his will.

She worked really hard to attract his attention and gain his approval. Being a picky eater, she even ate carrots that she had never liked during her meal.

In the past, she stopped studying at six o'clock in the afternoon, but now she studies until ten o'clock in the evening. She no longer easily comes to play with him, but occasionally he can feel someone peeking at her.

He didn't dare to look back, he was afraid that he couldn't help it.

By the end of June, she had finished her half-year course work, and her language progress had been particularly great. None of her tutors praised her talent, and even the subjects she didn't like got excellent grades.

When she showed him her score sheet, her mood was very high, "Brother, look, I got excellent scores. This time, I didn't make any mistakes. Isn't that awesome?"

From the corner of his eye, he could see the anticipation in her eyes. She was still waiting for his praise. In her opinion, it was just that she didn't do well enough, so he was dissatisfied.

In fact, she did really well, almost better than most kids her age, and even kids older than her.

However, he couldn't praise him. Unknowingly, he had already begun to perform a scene. In this scene, he had to play the most vicious person until the end of the play.

He took her transcript, without even looking at it, crumpled it into a ball, and said indifferently: "I can do these things that you know, and if you have anything worth showing off, wait until you surpass me before you come to demonstrate in front of me."

"Brother..." She looked at him in disbelief.

He looked at her and said indifferently: "I am not your brother."

"No, you are my brother!" She retorted loudly, stepped forward to hold his hand, and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Is there something I did wrong? You said, I can change it, but you don't want to I'm so scared when you talk to me like this." She cried again, as if she were made of water, she shed tears at every turn, and every time it was because of him.

He shook off her hand and said to her with the indifference he had become accustomed to recently: "This is just a fact. A person who can't even accept reality. I don't think she can be very good. I don't like her at all." the you now."