Don't Provoke Princess

Mu Qingqing tugged on his sleeve. There was no reproach in her eyes, but only a smile. To give up so easily is not your style. "    

    

Wu has always felt that his grades are better than those of his peers, and he also thinks that he has a talent for games. But just now, Mo Xiaoyun had easily changed his instruction to a completely different look, he didn't even know himself. Although the little person drawn didn't have a good color, but it had already begun to show results, the black lines were smooth, perhaps even better than what his master did. The most unreasonable thing was that Mo Xiaoyun was only an eight-year-old kid.    

    

Mu Yichen was greatly defeated and suddenly realized that the little knowledge that he had learnt in the past few months was not enough to make Mo Xiaoyun laugh. Fortunately, he thought his sister was a noob who didn't understand this aspect. It was hard for him not to feel flustered. Now that he had been completely shocked, he lost his confidence.    

    

"The game doesn't suit me. I want to go back." Mu Yichen's eyes were dead silent. His face was even more dark and his eyebrows were knitted very deeply.    

    

"Yichen, people improve bit by bit. Why can't you take such a small setback?" Mu Qingqing stood up and blocked his path. She was aware of her brother's ailments and sometimes thought too highly of herself, so she was provoked and wanted to give up.    

    

Wu looked back at Mo Xiaoyun. He was only defeated by Mo Xiaoyun's skill, but he was still his brother.    

    

"I feel that what I've learned isn't enough to make little brother laugh." Mu Yichen lowered his head. The screen on the left side of the computer was what he had done before, while the screen on the right side was what Mo Xiaoyun changed later. The two screens were completely different.    

    

"Bro, I want to teach you how to play games." The smile on Mo Xiaoyun's face was clear, but it was not a mocking smile. Instead, it was a genuine desire to teach Mu Yichen.    

    

"Forget it, I know what I'm worth now." Mu Yichen looked at his own standard graffiti in the preschool class, then looked at Mo Xiaoyun's mature and simple drawing, and he couldn't help but feel even more upset.    

    

"Even if you want to give up the game, have you ever thought about your master? The reason he taught you for so long is not because he wants you to be defeated by a single strike from your opponent. " Mu Qingqing reminded him.    

    

That's right, Thousand Birds Flying Fish had taught him for free for so long. In the end, Mu Yichen wanted to give up …    

    

"Sis, I …" Mu Yichen looked at her with a helpless look. He clearly didn't want to accept it, but he felt that Mo Xiaoyun was too outstanding. It was a rhythm that he couldn't catch up to even after several years of hard work.    

    

At this moment, he began to doubt his talent in game design.    

    

"Don't even mention those useless words, Mo Xiaoyun is already a part of our family. If you want to feel that way, it should be the people outside that make you feel that way. My brother, Mu Qingqing, is not a coward, not a boy who crushes to the corner when he sees the enemy coming. "Come here, let Mo Xiaoyun explain it to you." Mu Qingqingqiang escorted him back to the computer.    

    

Mu Yichen and Mo Xiaoyun stared into each other's eyes. "Bro, I was just being opportunistic. I used to pick up trash and read a lot of books."    

    

Mo Xiaoyun chuckled and sat down next to Mu Yichen in embarrassment. He was staring at the computer intently.    

    

"This instruction is for your own use. Actually, it's not that difficult. It's just that you have to understand this English." Mo Xiaoyun gave him a general explanation of the meaning of complex English, but it was about time to go home and eat dinner.    

    

After listening to Mo Xiaoyun's lesson, the mood of Mu Yichen's Crash was slightly better. Looking at the screen in front of him, it lit up with hope again.    

    

On the way home, Mu Yichen was full of worries.    

    

"Sis, where did this little ghost come from? How do you know so much?" Mu Yichen didn't believe Mo Xiaoyun's explanation for picking up trash. Although he couldn't compare to his master's professionalism, he could tell Mo Xiaoyun's professionalism, it was impossible for him to be at the level that an eight-year-old picking up trash should be at.    

    

"I picked it up by the roadside. What's the problem?" Mu Qingqing's heart was pounding. Mu Yichen found out?    

    

"Bro, do you also think that I'm a trash picking kid that isn't fit to talk about games with you?" Mo Xiaoyun felt a bit sad as he felt Mu Yichen's suspicion.    

    

"No, no!" Mu Yichen got anxious. He just felt that Mo Xiaoyun knew too much, and didn't seem like an eight-year-old kid at all. He didn't look down on Mo Xiaoyun's birth.    

    

"Let's not talk about this anymore. We are siblings, there is no need to care about such details." Mu Qingqing tried to smooth things over.    

    

"Alright, alright, alright. I won't say anymore." "Worried that Mo Xiaoyun's young heart would get hurt, Mu Yichen immediately compromised." "I didn't mean it that way. I just thought you were amazing, and I was curious as to how you did it."    

    

"Don't ask him." Mu Qingqing interrupted Mu Yichen's explanation and pulled him to the side to talk. " Because of this matter, he felt very inferior, so wouldn't asking you this question be picking his scars? "    

    

Mu Yichen suddenly understood, and started to hate the words he did not know about. "Sis, I know I was wrong."    

    

"It's good that you understand. Don't poke his sore spot again in the future." Mu Qingqing patted Mu Yichen on the shoulder, in her heart, she put down a huge rock to solve Mo Xiaoyun's identity problem. Looking back, who would ask such questions!    

    

Wu Tie nodded. This time, he didn't mention anything about Mo Xiaoyun's ability anymore.    

    

"You guys go back first, I'll be back in a moment." Mu Yichen saw that they were almost home, so he turned around and walked in another direction.    

    

"Yichen, where are you going?" Mu Qingqing asked in puzzlement, only to see him leave without looking back, not even telling her where he was going.    

    

"After Mu Yichen left, Mo Xiaoyun became more lively, and his face was full of smiles." Master, did I get away with it? "    

    

"If you keep going like this, sooner or later, I'll throw you into the institute and let those people thoroughly study you!" Mu Qingqing threatened him faintly.    

    

"Your little brother is very smart, he'll learn once I teach him." Mo Xiaoyun didn't believe that Mu Qingqing would be willing to throw him into the institute, so he didn't bother with this issue.    

    

"The grass on both sides of the road has dried up." Mu Qingqing knew that winter was coming, so she clutched at her clothes tightly, feeling a sense of desolation in her heart. You almost knocked him out of his wits. "    

    

What Mu Qingqing said was the truth. Although Mo Xiaoyun had taught Mu Yichen, he couldn't ignore Mu Yichen's performance. He worked hard to design the game and found that after working so hard for so long, he still couldn't compare to an eight-year-old child. That kind of pure blow almost made Mu Yichen give up this hobby. Luckily, Mu Qingqing had managed to dissuade him in time.    

    

"He wouldn't be so incapable of bearing the brunt of the blow. I also didn't expect things to turn out that way." Mo Xiaoyun shrugged, blinked his blue eyes and gave Mu Qingqing a cute look.    

    

Alright, since I lost to him, I don't know who this fellow learned it from, but he has become so slippery now.    

    

After a while, Mu Yichen sneakily ran up to the second floor. When he went up the stairs, he was so flustered that he almost fell down.    

    

Hearing the noise, Mu Qingqing opened the door and looked outside. Mu Yichen directly knocked open her door, then quickly closed her bedroom door. He even locked the door on his way out.    

    

As soon as he entered the room, Mu Yichen poured out all the stuff he had on his clothes. It was all just toying with children's toys, such as a bag of instant noodles, jumping candy, spicy gluten, and a toy windmill. Mu Qingqing found it funny as the colorful flowers were laid out on the small table. The child was sincere.    

    

"Little brat, come here." Mu Yichen called him over.    

    

Mo Xiaoyun turned around and glanced at Mu Qingqing before boldly walking forward.    

    

"Brother."    

    

"Big bro was wrong today. I was the one who bought these snacks. Go and hide some food, don't let mom find out." Mu Yichen said softly as if he was a thief.    

    

Mo Xiaoyun turned around and looked at Mu Qingqing. He didn't know if he could keep these things.    

    

Mu Qingqing nodded slightly. Mo Xiaoyun then turned to Mu Yichen and said, "Thank you, brother."    

    

Mu Yichen touched his little head and felt a sense of accomplishment. This lackey was very obedient, making him feel like an elder brother.    

    

However, when they recovered from the sight of snacks, Mu Qingqing found that her wardrobe had been opened. The clothes inside were all messed up, and her dressing table was a mess with water stains all over it.    

    

Mu Qingqing strode forward and carefully rummaged through her wardrobe, only to discover that something was missing.    

    

"Sis, what's wrong?" Mu Yichen still didn't understand. He thought it was due to Mu Qingqing not cleaning up her room.    

    

Mu Qingqing's chiffon skirt fell to the ground in a mess. She rubbed her clothes as her eyes became serious.    

    

"It's you, Second Sister." Mu Qingqing said in a distant tone.    

    

"Second Sister? Why is she like this again? " Mu Yichen was also a bit angry. He himself also hated the feeling of being rummaged through by others. Even though the person who messed up Mu Qingqing's room was his Second Sister, she was still unable to alleviate the disgust in his heart.    

    

A scornful laugh came from the door. Mu Xiaoyou, who was standing outside, heard everything they said correctly, "I've lost something. So what if I'm looking for your room?"    

    

From the past till now, Mu Xiaoyou had never cared about anyone's feelings. She had never knocked on the door, looked for something to refuse, or even ate food with Su Cuiyun in her bowl. In the past, Mu Qingqing always took a step back, thinking that Mu Xiaoyou's health was worse than hers, so she endured everything and gave way to everything. Even now, when Mu Xiaoyou had brazenly entered her room, Mu Yichen only thought that Mu Qingqing would not argue with Mu Xiaoyou.    

    

Mu Qingqing tightly pinched her white fingers into the fabric of her snow-white clothes, a sneer hanging on her lips. Flipping through things, and even taking her things, did Mu Xiaoyou really think that she would let her win this time?    

    

"Sis, I'm going to find Second Sister to argue with her!" Mu Yichen walked towards the door as he spoke.    

    

Mu Qingqing was the first to open the door to her room. She forcefully pushed open the door to Mu Xiaoyou's room and walked directly towards the room where Su Cuiyun slept with her. Thanks to this pair of transparent eyes that could pierce through walls, she was able to find exactly where the things she had lost were. Mu Qingqing gritted her teeth, her gaze cold.