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

I called out sweetly to the driver, and he turned around.

"Uncle, Manman is thirsty. I brought some water and some spicy drinks," I said, shaking the little rabbit-shaped water bottle in front of me.

The driver then told me to stay in the car while he went to buy me water.

Because the distance was not far and the car was not out of his sight, the car door was not locked.

After the driver left, I secretly slipped off the bus.

The old man in the guardhouse was reading a newspaper and didn't see me sneak in through the window, hehe.

My brother has moved up to first grade, and I've forgotten which classroom he's in QAQ.

Now that we're already in, we can't just give up so easily!

So I started looking at the classroom signs one by one and unknowingly walked to the top floor.

The door to the top floor was open, and I heard people arguing upstairs, so I became curious.

I tiptoed and slowly climbed up.

Depend on! ! !

A group of boys surrounded a skinny boy, punching and kicking him while laughing loudly.

These naughty kids!

"The teacher's coming!" I shouted, and the boys panicked instantly.

They ran straight downstairs without even seeing me hiding behind the door, hehe.

Seeing that everyone had run away, I ran straight to the skinny boy, who had already gotten up from the ground.

Her white clothes were filthy and disheveled, and her soft hair fell across her face.

"Are you alright?" I ran over and asked.

The boy looked up, and I was stunned.

Brother, older brother (⊙_⊙)?

He glanced at me indifferently and walked past me.

I chased after him.

He turned around, his voice as cold as ice: "Get out!"

Why?

She burst into tears with a loud "waaaah".

Through my teary eyes, I saw my brother pause for a moment, then leave without looking back.

Dejected, I walked out of the school building and playground. The driver was anxiously calling my parents.

Seeing me leave through the gate, he paused for a moment, said a few words to the person on his phone, and then hung up.

I climbed into the car and went home.

Because of my stubbornness, my parents didn't work overtime tonight and came home early.

They surrounded me and asked me about what happened during the day.

Although I was angry with my brother, I was even more upset that he was being bullied, so I told my parents about it.

Concentrating on her grief, she didn't notice their strange expressions.

As before, Mom is taking me out to play, while Dad stays home with my brother.

Today was a day of performing and climbing stairs, I'm so tired.

She kissed her parents, refused their offer for the first time, and went back to her room.

After finishing my homework and eating dinner, I planned to go to bed early.

In a daze, I felt the door open and my parents come in.

I decided to pretend to be asleep and scare them later, so I deliberately started snoring.

Hey.

My mother came in and tucked me in. Just as I was about to open my eyes, I heard my father say, "That bastard actually let Manman see this. I'll teach him a lesson later."

The voice was menacing, and I dared not move.

My mother didn't notice my stiffness and assumed I was asleep. She coldly replied, "Be firm, but don't hit my face. It'll be hard to explain if Manman sees you like that."

"Tsk, our daughter is so kind. That bastard is just a tool, yet he still thinks about him every day," the father said unhappily.

Mom scoffed, "Who told you to say you were her brother? I told you to raise him outside, just give him food and water so he wouldn't die, but you wouldn't listen."

"Wouldn't it be more reassuring to have it right under your nose?" Dad muttered, then put his arm around Mom and left the room.

I don't understand some of it.

Who is the bastard?

Why keep them outside?

Why do people say the older brother is a tool?

Countless questions swirled in my mind, making it impossible for me to fall asleep.

I always felt that the three of them were hiding something from me.

Thinking of this, I quietly got out of bed and opened the door a crack. I saw that my brother's door was closed and my parents were nowhere to be found.

Afraid of making noise with my shoes on, I ran barefoot to my brother's door.

The door wasn't closed properly; there was a tiny, tiny gap.

The sound of whips striking flesh could be heard coming from inside.

Through the crack, I saw my brother kneeling on the ground without saying a word.

The father gripped the leather whip and lashed it hard across the older brother's back, while the mother sat by and watched coldly.

This scene stunned me.

It was the first time I had ever seen such a look of disgust on my parents' faces.

They looked at their brother as if he were a stray cat or dog on the street, their disgust barely concealed.

The enormous impact made my body tremble uncontrollably.

I accidentally touched the door. The people inside noticed and looked up.

I stood outside with red eyes.

My last memories before I fainted were of my parents' surprised and bewildered expressions and my brother's empty eyes.

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I had a long dream.

In my dream, I had my parents and brother, as well as my grandparents whom I visited every two weeks.

My parents aren't like that in my dreams.

They were laughing happily and were very gentle with their older brother.

When we went to my grandparents' house, they didn't ignore my brother. Instead, they greeted us with smiles and hugged both of us.

The older brother was no longer expressionless.

The skinny little boy grew into a handsome young man with delicate features, and he picked me up from school every day.

My classmates all envy me for having an outstanding and handsome older brother.

whee.

As I was dreaming, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

When I woke up, my parents, grandparents and I were gathered around my bed, their eyes red and swollen.

When she saw that I was awake, she was overjoyed and wept tears of joy.

They said I was sick and had been in a coma for over a month before waking up.

I stared into their eyes again and again; they were genuinely happy and truly loved me.

"Where's my brother?" I asked, my voice hoarse from just waking up.

The question asked left the four of them stunned.

The first to react was the mother: "You've been dizzy for a month. He has to go to school, so naturally he can't stay with you all the time."

His tone was somewhat unnatural.

I realized it, but I still had to ask, "Does he come to see Manman after school?"

They looked at each other, and finally the grandfather spoke up: "Your brother went abroad."

I:"???"

I didn't believe it, but Grandpa promised me that he would let my brother talk to me on the phone after class.

He had just regained consciousness, but his mental state wasn't very good.

Although I didn't believe it, I still fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already evening, and my parents were by my side.

Afraid they would lie to me, my parents made a phone call directly.

I asked, "Why not video chat?"

What if the person on the other end isn't my brother?

My father gave me a deep look: "You're so weak, do you want him to worry about you while he's abroad?"

OK.

Although I think the brother might have forgotten that he has a sister, he still answered the phone happily.

The voice on the phone sounded somewhat unfamiliar.

Having lived this long, I've hardly ever heard my brother say more than a couple of words, so I can't be sure if the boy across from me is my brother.

But my brother seemed to know what I was thinking, and he told me about what happened on the rooftop, telling me not to overthink it.

I didn't tell my parents about him telling me to "get lost".

Only he and I know.

So, he really is the older brother!

He cares about Manman!