Survival in the apocalypse: I exploited a bug in an infinite dungeon.

The story of the obsessive ghost is unrelated to the plot or main characters of this book.

A lot of melodramatic tropes, proceed with caution!!!

A lot of melodramatic tropes, proceed with caution!!!

A lot of melodramatic tropes, proceed with caution!!!

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Shi Jinwei took the small ball of light and put it in her pocket.

After finishing my work, I fell asleep immediately and completely forgot about the little one.

The gray ball of light then floated out of her pocket and entered between her eyebrows...

Shi Jinwei had a dream...

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My name is Xu Manman, and I am Xu Nian's younger sister.

I have little memory of anything before I was five years old. After that, I vaguely remember things.

My brother and I are the same age. In my memory, he was quiet and didn't like to smile.

For a long time, I thought my brother was mute.

He also always liked to lock himself in his room.

At first, I was very happy to have an older brother and always wanted to stick to him.

She'll give any delicious food to her brother first. She'll share any fun things with her brother right away.

But my brother doesn't seem to like me. He always deliberately avoids me and goes back to his room when I go to see him.

At times like this, I would always get teary-eyed and ask my parents, with a wronged expression, "Does my brother not like Manman?"

They would pat my head and say, "Sweetie, how could your brother not like you?"

After that, they would take me out to play by themselves, buying me all sorts of delicious food and toys.

Sometimes it's Dad, sometimes it's Mom.

This is my happiest time, when I get more snacks and toys than usual.

Then I'll think of my older brother and father or mother who stayed at home.

Having received so many gifts, she won't be angry with her brother anymore.

"Aren't my brother and dad (mom) coming out with us?" I would ask every time.

They would pat my head and say that my brother didn't like it, and that Dad (Mom) had to stay home with my brother.

I think my brother is strange. How could a child not like him?

So when she got home, she would take her snacks and toys to share with her older brother.

My brother still avoids me, or goes back to his room and locks me out.

I was so happy that I didn't care that he was ignoring me. I chased after him, calling out, "Brother, brother, wait for Manman, Manman wants to play with brother."

My brother always ignores me.

My parents saw me laughing like a fool, but they didn't pay any attention.

The incident happened when he was seven years old.

My brother and I went to elementary school, but we didn't go to the same school.

I only found out when I grew up that I attended a prestigious private school, while my brother attended a regular elementary school.

My mother told me that my brother was a little older than me, so we couldn't go to the same school.

I don't understand. Schools have upper grades too, so why can't my brother go to the same school as me?

My parents patted my head affectionately, without explaining anything.

Their work got busier and busier, so they started hiring a housekeeper to cook for my brother and me.

My family has a driver, but he only picks me up from school, not my brother.

The person who picked up my brother was the cook.

One day, it was pouring rain outside when school let out.

The driver met me at the classroom door. Seeing that I was afraid of thunder, he carried me in his arms and walked me outside.

Listening to the rumbling thunder, I suddenly thought of my brother.

With such heavy rain, if my brother walks more than twenty minutes to get home, he'll get soaked, right?

So I started making a fuss and insisted on going to pick up my brother.

The driver couldn't persuade me otherwise. He tried calling my parents, but couldn't get through, so he had no choice but to give in.

Hehe, if I pick up my brother, maybe he'll be willing to play with me from now on!

On the bus, I happily swung my short legs, lost in thought.

When I arrived at the school, I found that most of the students had already left. The driver told me that my brother had already gone home.

Now that we've come all this way, how can we just go back like this?

I insist.

Helpless, the driver held up an umbrella, carried me off the bus, and slowly walked towards my brother's classroom.

The corridor was dark, and thunder and lightning still raged outside.

I couldn't help but snuggle closer to the driver, my eyes shining.

Brother, Manman is here to take you home!

As a result, at the classroom door, they heard children crying inside the classroom.

The driver stopped and started to take me back.

I was curious and struggled to get down, but he was afraid I would fall, so he could only carefully put me down.

I ran towards the classroom with my short legs, and then I saw a scene that made my eyes widen in horror!

The usually kind nanny was now wielding a long stick and striking the older brother hard.

The older brother curled up into a small ball and lay on the ground.

The white shirt was stained with blood, a shocking sight.

The older brother cried and screamed.

The aunt sneered, "The louder you cry and shout, the more excited I get. Keep yelling."

The sound turned into a small sob.

This wicked woman bullied my brother!!!

My eyes welled up with tears, and I yelled, "Stop!"

The moment the aunt turned her head and saw me, she panicked and dropped the stick she was holding.

"Miss," she stammered.

I glared at that wicked woman and stepped forward, whispering "Brother."

When he saw me, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The first time I saw an expression on my brother's face, I burst into tears of heartache and couldn't help but hit this bad woman.

The driver quickly pulled me away, but I wanted my brother.

Left with no other option, the two called their parents and had my brother and me taken home.

They rushed back shortly after arriving home.

I told my parents what happened while crying, and they looked upset.

That night, I fainted because I cried so hard.

I woke up three days later and my mother told me that my aunt had been fired.

I asked her, "Why did she hit her brother? Do you even know?"

My mother didn't answer my question.

After my strong insistence, my brother started going to and from school with me.

I was happy for several days, but then I felt wronged.

My brother won't let me go into the school to see him anymore; he just wants me to wait at the gate.

Okay, since it was the first time he took the initiative to talk to me, I'll let it slide.

He's so pitiful, I forgive him.

When he was eight years old, he was so happy that he completely forgot about it.

Here's the thing:

The school is organizing a anniversary celebration, and I need to perform.

Mom and Dad couldn't come because they were busy with work. My older brother couldn't come because he had to go to school.

I was young then and didn't know what regret was. After the performance, I asked the driver to take me to find my brother.

Since he can't come to see my performance, I can take the initiative to share my success with my brother.

When I got to school, I realized it wasn't time for school to end yet, and my brother hadn't finished class.

Well……

I wonder if my older brother would also remain silent if the teacher asked him a question in class.

The driver definitely won't let me go in to find my brother QAQ.

My eyes darted around, and then a lightbulb went off above my head.