My Sister is Very Obsessive

I sent my sister to the door of their dormitory building.

My sister's pretty face was flushed. She gently held my arm and lowered her head. Obviously, what happened just now had a big impact on her.

I gently pulled my arm out of her arms,

"Go and get the dirty clothes. I'll go back and wash them for you tomorrow morning."

"Oh!"

My sister nodded, she still felt warm on her legs, like...my hand was always on it and never moved.

Watching her disappear into the dormitory building, I waited outside the iron gate to do nothing, then I took out my phone and opened the photo album.

Eighty percent of the photos are of my sister.

I started from the most recent one, and kept looking at them one by one. Some were taken by her who grabbed my phone and forced me to take a selfie with her. Some were asked by me to take them for her. Some of them were taken by me by accident.

When I'm bored, I look at my sister's photos. This habit actually didn't exist before. It was developed in my third year of high school after my sister went to college.

Every time I am unhappy, I will look at her photos. I always feel that only by looking at her will I feel at ease, and will I forget all the annoying things around me, and immerse myself in her memories.

I remember that at that time, what I looked forward to most was not the rest on Saturday afternoon, but the call on Saturday night. There were always endless topics to talk about.

Just when I was facing the photo and completely immersed in the memories of the past, a soft and waxy voice sounded in my ear,

"Brother, when did you secretly take so many pictures of me?"

I came back to my senses and looked away.

My sister stood beside me, tiptoed slightly, leaned forward, and looked at my phone screen curiously.

"Haha, I was discovered by you."

Saying that, I was about to close the photo album, but my sister gave up. She pushed a small pale pink storage box into my arms, and then arrogantly grabbed my phone,

"I want to see, I want to see, and I will return the phone to you tomorrow."

I was holding the storage box in a bit of tears and laughter,

"You took my cell phone, we can't chat at night."

"That's right!" My sister nodded thoughtfully, then her eyes lit up, and she handed me her cell phone with the Jingdong cat protective case.

"We swap phones tonight, you know the password."

I nodded, and I didn't think anything was wrong. Anyway, she knew every message in my phone, and she knew every friend in my address book.

My sister seemed very happy, she took a step forward, raised her little face on tiptoe and lightly touched my side face,

"goodnight!"

"Good night!"

I didn't turn around until I watched her walk into the dormitory building.

When I returned to the dormitory, it was almost ten o'clock, so there were not many pedestrians on the campus, and even if there were, they were all couples who were tired of each other and left the campus.

It was self-evident what they were going to do, but I was in a hurry.

Standing at the door of the dormitory, I knocked gently on the door,

"Please come in!"

The tone is a little immature, but the tone is very polite, which is undoubtedly Zhao Kuo.

After I swiped the card to open the door, I heard an extremely intensive mouse click, and then I took a look and found that there was only Zhao Kuo in the entire dormitory, and at this time he was sitting under his bed with headphones hanging around his neck. playing games.

"What are you playing, so focused!"

I walked behind him curiously, and when I saw him staring at the screen intently, I asked.

"Jedi Survival Battle Royale!" Zhao Kuo didn't turn his head back, his tone was very serious, "There are still twenty-seven people alive now, I must live to the end."

After that, he controlled the game characters into a room, not picking up things, but looking for sniping points and avoiding the big bombing.

I'm not very interested in free 3D games like this modern shooting type, because I play this dizzy.

I still remember when I was playing CS in the 2000s, I forcibly spent an afternoon with my classmates in an Internet cafe, and when I went back in the evening, I vomited so much that I didn’t even eat dinner.

It makes me sick to think about it now.

"Want to play together?"

Zhao Kuo asked suddenly, I quickly shook my head,

"Forget it, I'm dizzy in 3D, you can play by yourself!"

Speaking of dizzy 3D, it's not always the case. I can still play some 3D games. For example, the bug knife that my sister likes very much, or the sword spirit, all have full-level numbers.

I put the storage box on the table, and opened the clothes bags my sister bought this morning to take a look. After some thought, I decided to wash them later.

"By the way, Zhao Kuo, have you seen our other roommate?"

"Oh, you mean Liu Weiwei, I have seen it, but he said he might not be back tonight."

"Where did you go?"

I was a little curious, and I started staying overnight before the official start of school.

"Let's go to the bar," Zhao Kuo clicked the mouse frantically, "he told me to go there before, but I didn't go, so he went by himself."

"Oh!"

I nodded, took off my shoes and socks,

"I'm going to wash up first!"

"Okay, you wash it, I'll play the game for a while and then wash it."

I ignored him, and I ran to the bathroom next to the balcony. At this time, Zhao Kuo's voice came from the room,

"By the way, Shen Le, there is hot water at night, so you can take a bath."

"thanks!"

After I said my thanks, I packed my pajamas again and got into the bathroom.

After I turned on the shower and waited for a while, the hot water came out, but the water was really hot enough. I couldn't stand it. I found the regulating valve for cold water, but I found that it was not very useful.

There is a problem with the bathroom door and the cold water regulating valve. There are quite a lot of problems in this school dormitory. I don't know if the school has organized people to repair it before.

After taking a hot shower that was not satisfactory, the whole person felt a lot more comfortable.

I returned to the dormitory and found that Zhao Kuo had changed to another game.

"You've played a lot of games this day!"

"You don't even play games?"

As I folded the clothes that I changed in the afternoon and evening, and put them together with my sister's dirty clothes, I said to Zhao Kuo,

"Playing, but playing less."

"Oh!" Zhao Kuo nodded with his back to me, "By the way, I'll use the washing machine to wash clothes later, let's do it together!"

"Forget it!" I smiled and shook my head, "The clothes in summer are not too thick, I'll just wash them later."

"That's it!"

Zhao Kuo's personality is somewhat similar to his father's, and he will enthusiastically provide help within his ability, but will never force it.

Then, only the dense and crisp sound of the mouse was left in the dormitory.

I took my sister's phone and looked at the picture on the lock screen that my sister stole kissing me while I was sleeping, and I couldn't help but fall into the memory of when we were in high school.

I remember when I was in the third year of high school, the head teacher suggested that all students who can live on campus should live on campus, but my sister refused to live or die, so every day after my evening self-study, I would stand in the corridor of their classroom stupidly for a class and so on. She is out of school.

Spring and autumn are fine, but the worst is summer and winter, one is unbearably hot and the other is freezing to death.

But my favorite is also winter, because every time after her school, she will take my hand and rub it while breathing.

Just when I was unable to extricate myself from memories, my sister's cell phone suddenly rang. I was startled and looked down. The caller ID note was called: Mengmeng.

I know this person, and he should be one of my sister's best friends. She was the one who replied to my sister in the sister's space back then.

To take or not to take, that is the question.

After a little struggle for four or five seconds, I decisively connected the phone.

"Smelly Yanyan, why did it take so long to answer my call? It's not like you're doing that kind of thing with your precious brother, right?"

This call came over, and I immediately regretted picking up the call.

Just as I was thinking of answering like this, the other side continued to speak,

"Hey, you're not really doing that kind of thing, talk!"

I hurriedly escaped to the balcony and closed the door of the dormitory. After pondering for a while, I was ready to speak, but…

"Shen Yan, if you don't speak again, I'll be really angry."

With a slight southern accent, even if she is angry, it gives people the inherent tenderness that southern girls have engraved in their bones.