Starting with magical girls, I'll reign supreme for eternity.

Ahead was Jiang Si, still exercising, tirelessly doing burpees and pull-ups as always.

The occasional splatter of sweat looked like rain.

Coco had her back to her older brother, shielding her homework from the wind and rain. Occasionally, raindrops would splash on her back, making her look like she was being beaten up...

It's been like this since I was little. When my older brother is exercising, my parents always tell her to stay away.

Jiang Si paused slightly, then asked, "What's wrong? Did you steal my ice cream?"

"No way!"

"Did you pee on my bed again?"

"I haven't even been to your room!" Coco said, her face flushed. "And besides, I haven't been to your room in a long time. You're just making false accusations about me because you wet the bed!"

"I intend to do that."

"Huh? Why?"

"In return, you blamed me for wetting the bed before."

"..."

Petty!

She muttered to herself silently, but didn't dare to say it aloud, "I was wrong."

When it actually started to drizzle, Coco stopped writing and looked at her brother's still-moving figure.

There was something I wanted to say, but in the end I didn't say it.

For some reason, she was saying things that even she herself didn't quite remember.

His body acted before his memory could process, and he reflexively said, "But, brother, didn't you say you were going to give me a test? I turned in a blank paper."

Sometimes a blank paper is also an answer.

"Oh……"

She responded, looking slightly troubled.

A blank paper is also an answer.

It seemed to make sense, but she still felt something was off.

It wasn't her brain that felt something was wrong, it was her body.

Or rather, the soul feels something is wrong, as if this isn't the answer it seeks.

Then my body spoke on its own, "In the end, I still feel that I don't want to sacrifice others; it's enough if I die alone. I don't want others to suffer misfortune. Although I know you're right, brother, my body and soul are rejecting this idea..."

"Have I ever taken such a test?"

"I took the test."

Jiang Si leaped up again, almost jumping onto the roof.

The house was shaking, and the faint sound of shattering glass could be heard.

"Are you trying to die, Jiang Si?! How many times have I told you not to jump onto the roof? What if you break the roof beams? If you jump again, I'll jump right in front of you and make you regret it for the rest of your life!"

The sound of Mom complaining came from inside the house, so the older brother obediently jumped down again.

Then, stretching his arms, he said casually, "If you think it won't work, then it won't work."

"But, bro, you said this is a zero..."

What am I saying?

Coco was puzzled. She knew nothing about these things, yet she was talking about things she didn't understand at all, but felt they were incredibly important.

That feeling was incredibly strange.

"What do you mean by zero points? From the very beginning, who asked you to answer the questions according to my instructions?"

Jiang Si sat down next to her. "The reason they have to take the test is because I am stronger, so they have to answer the test according to my requirements, and therefore I have the right to score them."

"But there isn't just one correct answer. You just need to become stronger than me and surpass me, right? Remember this, Coco: as long as you have the power to flip the table, you decide the score on the test. Don't worry about my grading."

As she spoke, Jiang Si patted her head and peeked at her test paper: "In fact, this was the real answer from the very beginning."

The correct answer and the real answer are not the same.

Once Coco understood this, everything became clear.

She felt her brother stroking her head, and comfortably closed her eyes, feeling sleepy.

So I took the initiative to rub my brother's hand against his.

Huh? Has my brother ever touched my head before?

It seems there isn't one at all.

He only complains that he can't wash his hair three times a day.

But the feeling of being patted on the head was incredibly real, as if I had actually been patted on the head.

Just as she was enjoying the feeling of being touched, the guy suddenly grabbed her ear and said, "You've been writing for so long, and half of the questions are wrong! Did you even try to answer the questions?"

"I do! I'm just not feeling well today."

"You stayed up late reading comics again last night, didn't you, Mom?"

"I didn't, I didn't! Don't tell on me!"

She was both anxious and amused, and grabbed her brother's ear in return, pulling back and shouting, "I'll fight you! As long as I beat my brother, my test paper won't be wrong!"

"As expected of my sister, you've got guts! Well then, here I come to kill you!"

"Hey, hey, hey, honey, come quick! Your son and daughter are fighting!"

"Oh my, I have to sit up and see! Coco has really made something of herself, she can go toe-to-toe with Jiang Si now."

"Go for it, Coco! You have to beat your brother!"

Coco, seeing her parents rushing out to join the fun, was both amused and exasperated. "They've come to help!"

The father shook his head deeply, "The struggle for the crown prince has always been like this. Coco, you must be strong!"

The mother, standing beside her, waved a glow stick she'd somehow acquired, cheering, "That's right, we can help you for a while, but not forever, Coco. You have to defeat your brother with your own strength! In ancient times, there was the story of the Xuanwu Gate versus the Xuanguan Gate; in our family, there's the story of the Xuanguan Gate versus the Xuanwu Gate. Whoever wins becomes the crown prince… Let's have a big toast, I need to drink some…"

Jiang Si held Coco down with one hand and looked at her mother, who was about to go back inside, "Are you going to drink some more?"

The mother shrank back, raised her glow stick as if in surrender, and said, "I was just kidding..."

Coco seized the opportunity to flip over and cling to her brother like a koala, biting his hand.

Her parents were laughing and watching the show, while her older brother kept tapping her forehead. Her parents started telling him to slow down, lest he make himself stupid.

The two wrestled, Coco giggled, and for a moment she was in a daze.

It just doesn't feel quite real.

Then, her father's voice gradually faded away, and she turned her head to look; her mother was also waving.

The next second, she found herself standing at the scene of the car accident, ravaged by the vine-covered monsters.

The mother, trapped under the rubble, smiled gently and recited the lines she used to lull her to sleep when she was a child.

"Good girl, Coco, listen to me, close your eyes."

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier.

She watched her parents disappear, then waited until she turned back.

He realized that, without anyone noticing, his brother had been pierced through by the spear he was holding.

He was still stroking his head, his lips moving slightly.

Run forward, Coco.

Don't look back.

Coco suddenly woke up with a start. She stood up and instinctively shouted.

"elder brother!"

So everyone turned to look at her.

Coco paused slightly and looked around.

This is a cemetery.

Before her were her parents' coffins, which were being prepared for burial.

She was just hugging the coffin, her face covered in tears.

She looked up, and the relentless downpour above still washed away her tears.

What's wrong with this child?

"Are you crazy? Both your parents are dead in an instant..."

"Where did this brother come from? They only have one daughter."

"Maybe it's my cousin? Let Ah Bing come over."

"Bullshit! They've never even met. Don't think I don't know what you're up to. Wait for your uncle to give the order, and don't do anything rash..."

"It's not like you don't want to sneak out."

"A gentleman loves wealth, but he acquires it in a proper way..."

The relatives nearby whispered among themselves.

Coco didn't listen to a word she said.

As her relative was talking, she moved the umbrella she was holding away from her, leaving her soaked by the rain.

All emotions, all weaknesses, all beauty.

They were all buried in the soil.

Coco had forgotten when she returned home to that empty, big house.

It was as quiet as another cemetery.

She sat in the living room, staring blankly at the television report about vines, and unconsciously stood up.