C19 A Brain-dead Child Is Much Happier

To tell you the truth, my brother and I used to make my mother angry when we were kids, and we were three years apart. It was always naughty times, and we could even fight over who went out first. It was only after I went to middle school that the situation improved.

Actually, I was much more energetic than him at that time. The girl grew up fast. It was a piece of cake to deal with him, but my mom told me since I was a child... I'm the older sister, so I have to give in to my brother. So even though we are fighting, it is only limited to verbal conflicts. I firmly believe that children who do not solve problems with force... That is a good child.

Of course, sometimes when one is angered to the point of being unable to control their own hands, the consequence is to use their knees to absorb the essence of heaven and earth, mainly the essence of the earth.

When I was young, that brat also provoked me quite a bit. The longest thing he did was release poison gas. He felt that he was about to fart. He held his life back and looked for me. He would then let out some more useless gas. He knew that after he did it, I would definitely find trouble with him, but he was still happy to do so.

For this matter, the two of us have suffered quite a bit of scolding, damn child, harming others is not beneficial to ourselves.

Once, someone leveled up and took out many Dog Tail Flowers to ask me, "Sis, do you think the Dog Tail Flowers have fragrance?"

Regarding this academic question, I was more serious in answering it. "No, unless you spray perfume on it, otherwise, there won't be any fragrance."

"But there really is one. If you don't believe me, smell it."

"How is that possible? Bring it over and let me smell it."

"You can't stand and smell it. You have to squat to smell it." He said seriously.

"Really?" Although I have some doubts, I still believe his words as I am born with a kind nature.

"Obviously not. Is there something wrong with your nose?"

"You need to smell deeply to be able to smell it."

Just as I twitched my nose to smell it, he turned around and let out a fart. What's more infuriating is that with our height, I squatted down and pointed his butt at my face.

It made me so angry that I even wanted to skin him alive.

"Guo Chunlei, stop right there." As soon as the dog tail flower was thrown, I caught up.

He was three years older than me, so I didn't grow up for nothing. In a short while, I caught up to him and slapped him on the back.

After slapping him, he cried and complained to my mother. I was even angrier when I saw him. Little brat, you dare to complain to me first? Who's afraid of who? I followed him.

When he came in front of my mom, he said with snot and tears, I hit him. My mother lifted her clothes and looked. It was a bright red Five Finger Mountain. When I saw it from the side, I felt a little regret. My attack seemed to be a bit more ruthless.

My mom's eyes widened. "Tell me, why did you hit your brother?"

"He farted at me..." Sigh, after seeing my results, I felt a little guilty.

"Then you can't hit him so hard. Take a look yourself. This is your biological brother."

"Then he put it in front of my face. I was so angry that I panicked. I hit him a little too hard..."

In the end, the verdict was the same as before. The two of us went to absorb the essence of the earth again. According to my mother, a slap is no big deal. Two kids fighting can't only be blamed on one. But because my hands are a bit black this time, I kneel ten more minutes than my brother.

Do you think I am innocent? I am clearly the plaintiff, but with just one hand, I became the defendant.

The most retarded one was when the two of us slapped each other. At that time, I was in the first grade. My brother hasn't gone to school yet, so I don't know why he didn't watch TV that night. My mom was knitting a sweater there, and the two of us suggested slapping each other out of boredom. Then, we started slapping each other, and my mom ignored us.

Let's just slap each other. Anyway, I felt that the strength he used to hit me was greater than the strength I used to hit him. So, my strength slowly increased. Of course, he wasn't the type who would be willing to take a loss, so his voice continued to increase.

Actually, I had suggested changing the game, but he said that he was the one who hit me first, and that he had to finish the game before it ended. How could I possibly agree to that? Thus, the two of us continued to fight based on the idea that we didn't want to take a loss.

As I hit him, I felt a strange taste in my mouth. I reached out and touched my mouth, and there was actually blood. On the other side, Spring Thunder was still shocked. "So it's true that a slap on the TV could cause blood to flow."

At that time, I was crying and looking at my mother. My mother looked at my mouth and said, "It's fine. My teeth fell off. Go and rinse your mouth."

When I finished rinsing my mouth and came back with my fallen teeth, Chunlei didn't forget to settle the score with me. "You still owe me a slap."

"Mom, look at him. He even knocked out my teeth and still wants to hit me."

My mom didn't even look at us. "You guys play by yourselves. I don't care. Besides, if it wasn't for your teeth falling off, wouldn't you still hit me?"

Now that he thought about it, he felt a little embarrassed. How bored were we to come up with this game? Brain-dead children are much happier. It's really suitable for us when we were young.