Spring Song of the Buckwheat

My brother hit someone on the basketball court and made me deliver an apology letter.

Overcome by curiosity, I couldn’t help but tear the envelope open. Suddenly, a stream of bullet-chat comments flashed before my eyes-

[LOL, out of all the people on the court, he just happens to hit the female lead? This guy totally did it on purpose. Does he really think this is how you get a girl’s attention?]

[Could these siblings have some self-respect? One’s out there intentionally hurting people on the court, and the other’s constantly pestering the male lead. Are they addicted to being stumbling blocks on our leads’ path to true love?]

[This is actually getting annoying. Can these two just chill for a second? Stop messing with our main couple’s relationship.]

[It’s fine, haha. Both siblings are total simps. The brother is a coward who stays in the ‘secret crush’ phase from start to finish, lol. Just treat it like a comedy.]

What? Fine, I can accept being a simp.

But my brother? He’s six-foot-two with six-pack abs, a basketball player who’s charming, sunny, empathetic, and has a voice that melts hearts. That top-tier hottie is also a simp? And he’s pining in secret?

I’m dying.

That same night, I rewrote the apology letter into a love letter and delivered it to the female lead.