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Chapter 44 "Candy" Part [-]

The teacher told us that we can only rely on ourselves to get into a good high school.

I started studying day and night, but my brother loved to come and play with me.

Because my mother needs to cook, I can only shoulder this important task.

I had a lot of fun at first, but I often forgot where I had gone in my review because I was playing with my brother.

My grades are slowly declining, but it’s not me who is declining.

But the classmates behind me began to study seriously, and each of their grades improved by leaps and bounds.

Those with money went to cram schools, while those without money began to study in secret.

But I started to stop moving forward, and I knew the reason was my brother.

I started trying to get my brother's attention with toys so I could have a chance to learn.

But every one of my toys has been played with by my brother.

There is no longer any way to attract his brother's attention with toys.

I started thinking about something more useful.

Until one day I found something useful.

That's candy. Of course, my mother doesn't let my brother eat candy.

Because eating it will make you angry and damage your teeth.

There are only disadvantages and no advantages.

My pocket money is useless because of my busy study.

I bought a lot of candies and put them in my drawer.

Whenever my brother came to see me, I would take one out of the drawer to lure him away.

"Brother, please finish this candy. Is your brother playing with you, okay?" I said to my brother.

"Okay." The younger brother said happily.

"But you have to remember, you can't tell your parents that I gave you the candy." I said again.

My brother nodded quickly and took the candy from my hand.

Once, twice, one day, two days.

As the end of the third grade of junior high school was getting closer and closer, I finally got a breather.

"Jia Ming, did you give your brother something to eat? Why are all his teeth rotten?" Mom yelled.

"I don't know, I haven't given him anything to eat," I said.

"Really, this kid." The mother walked towards her brother.

That week, my brother came back from the dental hospital.

My mother said that my brother didn’t know where to find the candy, and all his inner molars had rotted away after eating it.But the new teeth haven't grown in so quickly, so my brother's braces can only be removed and replaced with braces.

Only then did I remember that I had been doing this for almost half a semester.

The amount of candy I feed my brother every day has changed from one pack every two days to two packs a day.

The mother grabbed her brother's ear and said, "Tell me who gave you the candy."

My brother just looked at me with a smile and didn't say a word.

"Really, we obviously don't have that much sugar at home." Mom said doubtfully.

"Mom, stop talking. I'm going to study." I ran back to the room in shame.

These candies and my brother’s rotten teeth are all caused by me.

My brother ran into my room again, and I never dared to give him candy again.

He pestered me to play with him, but I couldn't calm down at all.

I stood up and took out the Optimus Prime that I had been refusing to give to my brother from the top of the bookshelf.

I gave Optimus Prime to my brother and said, "You know, this is my brother's favorite toy. Take this, go play with it and don't disturb me, okay?"

My younger brother grabbed Optimus Prime and threw it aside and said to me: "Brother, I want to eat candy."

My heart sank and I didn't know what to do.I looked at the drawer. I had no intention of studying.

I didn't give him a candy because I was afraid.

The next afternoon, I returned to the study.

I was startled when I looked at the half-open drawer.

I was first afraid that my mother would know what I had done, but I found clues.

I saw the candy wrapper being peeled off on the ground.

Looking at the candy wrapper, I knew it was my younger brother who did it.

I didn't dare to scream and looked for my brother in the room.

I saw him in the corner of the balcony, holding a bag of candy in his left hand
The pockets were stuffed with candy wrappers.

The younger brother handed the last candy in his right hand and said, "Brother, you can eat it too."

I was so frightened that I immediately put away all the candy wrappers.

My mother didn't notice this while doing housework, so I felt relieved.

But the desire to learn is completely gone.

When I returned to my room, my brother was beside me.

He took my arm and said to me: "Brother, I want to eat candy."

I shook my head not knowing what to do.

The exam is in a week and I don’t want to think about it.

I opened the drawer again, took out my wallet and said, "Brother, there is some money here. Buy whatever you like, and don't bother me."

My brother took the money in confusion, and I pushed him out.

I brought my MP3 player and started writing papers.

It was my mother who knocked on my door while eating and realized that my brother was not here.

My brother is gone.

I didn't sit in a hurry, I knew where he had gone.

But I can't say that my brother is definitely buying sweets in the shop downstairs.

I have taken my brother to that small shop before.

Mom and dad went out to look for their brother.

Half an hour later, my mother took my brother back home.

The rice is cold, but I'm full.

Mom threw my wallet on the ground and shouted, "Jia Ming."

I looked at my mother and said, "What's wrong?"

"Is this your wallet?" Mom said.

"It's mine." I said flatly.But I was already panicking inside.

"Tell me if you bought your brother's candy for him." Mom yelled.

"I study endlessly every day, how do I know that my wallet will appear at my brother's place? Now I know, all the money he spent on candy was stolen from me." I said flatly.

"You kid, why didn't you tell me if you lost your wallet?" Mom said.

"I don't need money to go to and from school every day. If you don't tell me now, I won't know that I have lost my wallet. Okay, mom, don't blame me. I passed the high school entrance examination in three days." After saying that, I stood up and walked towards the room. Go.

After that day, my mother never gave me any money again, and I started locking the door to prevent my brother from coming in.

Every day I hear my brother knocking on the door, and I can only choose to put on headphones.

I didn't dare to open the door, and I didn't even dare to call my brother's name at first.

The high school entrance examination came and I performed pretty well.

But something happened to my brother again.

(End of this chapter)