novelMinimalist Fourth Brother
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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
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It's that little sister again!
Little No. 5 was inexplicably angry, and replied in a fit of pique: [I have to report to school in the morning, and I have to continue working on the last bit of the design for Flying Star in the afternoon. I'm not free. ]
[Is that so? Then, after I have a chat with that little sister, I'll go and look for you after that?]
A certain fourth brother didn't seem to sense his emotions at all and replied as thus.
Little No. 5 felt even worse!
What? That was it?
Each and every one of them only had that little sister in their hearts! Stupid Little Sister!
Little No. 5 Lu Xingran looked up at the sky. The young man's eyes gradually turned dark red. He had never realized that he was actually so fragile.
After a simple "Mm" reply to Fourth Brother, a certain young man threw his phone away and buried his head under the blanket, and didn't say anything else.
He didn't even bother with Little Tyrant Dragon on the side.
The little dog was docile as it crouched alone on the sofa, and lowered its head from time to time. It was depressed~
When would it be able to return to that d*mn woman's side, or to the vast and boundless universe of time and space?
Hmph, hmph, hmph~
...
At a certain coffee shop in Country X, Fourth Brother shook his head helplessly as he looked at Little No. 5's reply. He put away his phone and got up to leave.
"Mr. Lu!"
Behind him, a man in a flashy outfit called out to him again and said in the local language, "I can add more! I'll book the venues, hire assistants, build the exhibition areas, and everything else. I can take care of everything, as long as you're willing to stay!"
The man's eyes were filled with anxiety, as if he wanted nothing more than to tie him up.
The young man's lips curved slightly. With a gentle but resolute gaze, he replied clearly and fluently in the same language, "I'm very sorry, Mr. Ike. Thank you for your recognition. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to come for the competition back then. But now, it's time for me to go back."
"But, but your Chinese compatriots don't welcome you at all! They accuse you of plagiarism, and even say that you..."
"Enough!"
There was no room for doubt in the young man's chilly tone, and Ike was inexplicably frightened.
The young man continued in a clear voice, "I know you spoke without thinking in order to make me stay. I don't blame you.
"But in my country, many people are just in the dark. When you don't know the truth, you will feel indignant at the stories spread about bad people; emotions like these transcend borders.
"And when everyone doesn't trust you and slanders you, there will always be some people silently supporting and encouraging you from behind. They might be harsh with their words, but they're soft-hearted. They might also look unhappy with you on the surface, but they're actually more worried than anyone else..."
The young man smiled slightly as he recalled the happy times with his brothers. His face was as gentle as a mountain flower, and he emphasized in a cool voice, "You know, I've only ever lived for them and myself."
"Mm, I know." A real minimalist!
He was fully devoted to what he loved. Anything else that went against that was beyond his range of concern, to say nothing of getting a second glance from him.
"I'm very sorry!"
Ike lowered his head in shame. He wanted to cry because of his impetuosity and because he couldn't keep him.
"Alright, Ike, all good things must come to an end. We will meet again in the future!"
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