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The teacher told us that to get into a good high school is up to you.

I started studying day and night, but my brother loved to come and play with me.

Because my mother needs to cook, I can only carry this important task.

At first, I was very happy, but I often forgot to review myself because of playing with my brother.

My grades are regressing slowly, but I am not actually regressing.

Instead, the students behind me started to study seriously, and each of them achieved rapid progress.

If you have money, go to the cram school, and those who do n’t have the money will also start to review in secret.

But I started to stand still, I know the reason is my brother.

I started to try to attract the attention of my brother with toys so that I could have a chance to learn.

But my toys were played by my brother every time.

There is no way to attract younger brothers ’attention with toys.

I started thinking about something more useful.

Until one day I found something useful.

That's candy, and of course my mother won't let his brother eat candy.

Because it will get angry and bad teeth.

There are no disadvantages.

My pocket money is useless because of my busy study.

I went to buy a lot of sugar and put it in my drawer.

Whenever my brother came to me, I took one out of the drawer and led him away.

"Brother, have you finished eating this candy. Is your brother playing with you?" I said to my brother.

"Good." The younger brother said happily.

"But you have to remember, you can't tell my parents that I gave you the sugar." I said again.

The younger brother's head quickly picked up the sugar in my hand.

Once, twice, one day, two days.

As the end of the third and third phases approached, I finally got a gasp.

"Jiaming, did you give your brother something to eat? How did his teeth rot?" Mom shouted.

"I don't know, I haven't eaten anything for him." I said.

"Really, this child." The mother walked towards her brother.

That week, my brother returned from the dental hospital.

Mother said that her brother did not know the sugar found there, and the inner molars she had eaten had all rotted away. But the new teeth hadn't grown out so quickly, so he only pulled out his brother's braces and put on his braces.

I just remembered that I have been doing this for almost half a semester.

And the sugar that is fed to my brother every day has changed from two packets a day to two packets a day.

Mother grabbed her brother's ear and said, "Who said you gave you sugar."

My brother just looked at me with a smile, without saying a word.

"Really, there isn't that much polysaccharide in the family," Mom said doubtfully.

"Mom, stop talking. I'm going to study." I ran back to the room in shame.

These sugars, my brother's rotten teeth are all caused by me.

My brother ran to my room again, and I never dared to give sugar to my brother.

He pestered me to let me play with him, but I couldn't calm down at all.

I stood up and took out Optimus Prime from the top of the bookshelf that I had refused to give to my brother.

I gave Optimus plunger to my younger brother and said, "You know, this is my brother's favorite toy. You can take this and play this, don't bother your brother?"

The younger brother grabbed Optimus Prime and threw it aside and said to me: "Brother, I want to eat sugar."

My heart sank, and I don't know what to do.

I looked at the drawer, and I didn't want to study at all.

I am not giving him a candy because I am afraid.

The next afternoon, I returned to the study.

I was shocked to see the half-open drawer.

I was first afraid that my mother knew what I was doing, but I found clues.

I saw the ripped sugar paper on the ground.

Looking at the sugar paper, I knew that my brother should have done it.

I dared not yell and found my brother in the room.

I saw him in the corner of the balcony, with a sugar bag in his left hand

The pocket is full of sugar paper.

The younger brother handed the last piece of sugar in his right hand and said, "Brother, you eat it too."

I was so scared that I put away all the sugar paper at once.

My mother was not aware of this while doing housework, and I was relieved.

But the heart of learning is completely gone.

Going back to my room, my brother is beside me.

I took my arm and said, "Brother, I want to eat sugar."

I shook my head and didn't know what to do.

I will take the exam in a week, and I am not going to think about it.

I opened the drawer again, took the wallet out and said, "Brother, there is a little money here. What do you like to buy? Don't bother me."

My brother took the money suspiciously, and I pushed him out.

Take MP3 and start writing.

It was when my mother knocked on my door during dinner that I discovered that my brother was not here.

My brother is gone.

I was not in a hurry to sit on the seat, I knew where he went.

But I can't say that my younger brother must buy sugar in the shop downstairs now.

I also took my brother to that small shop before.

Mom and Dad went out and started looking for their younger brother.

Half an hour later, my mother took her brother back home.

The meal is cold, but I am full.

My mother threw my wallet on my floor and shouted, "Jia Ming."

I looked at my mother and said, "What's wrong."

"Is this your wallet?" Mom said.

"It's mine." I said flatly. But my heart has panicked.

"Whether you bought your brother's sugar." Mom shouted.

"I study endlessly every day, how do I know my wallet will appear in my brother? Now I know, his money for sugar is stealing me." I said plainly.

"You kid, you lost your wallet. Why don't you know what to say." Mom said.

"You don't need money to go to and from school every day. You don't say that I don't know that my wallet has been lost. Well, mom, don't talk about me, I took the exam in three days." I finished and stood up towards the room Go.

After that day my mother never gave me money, and I started to lock the door of the room without letting my brother in.

Every day I can hear my brother knocking on the door, and I can only choose to wear headphones.

I dare not open the door, and even dare not call my brother's name.

The high school entrance exam is here, and I played well.

But the younger brother was in trouble again.

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