The Bedwetting Incident and the Street-Sweeping Gig

Alright, calm down, Jiang Huaimo.

Just now, while I was cooking, my sister should still be on my bed.

After all, she’s a high schooler. A high schooler wetting the bed—on her brother’s bed? Does that make any sense? It’s not like we were playing some embarrassing game. That’s just too abnormal!

‘Embarrassing game? That’s not what this is about. It’s a bridge to enhance human affection and friendship! So it’s not an embarrassing game—it’s a bonding game!’

So, it’s possible my sister is making an excuse, like, ‘Oops, I accidentally wet your bed. To make sure there’s no smell on your bed, you should come sleep in mine.’

Yes! That must be it! Because lately, she’s been sleeping in my room. So she needs a reason to keep doing that. That’s probably it!

“Oh, you scared me. What kind of weird joke is that?” I took another sip of milk, pretending to be calm.

“Brother, if—if you don’t believe me, you can go check. I—I’ll wash it for you. Boohoo, please don’t tell anyone. If Mom and Dad ask, say you spilled a drink on the bed, okay? Brother, I’ll do anything.” Tears glistening in her eyes, she looked at me nervously.

“I’ll go take a look then.” I finished the last bite of my hot dog and the last sip of milk, wiped my mouth, and headed straight upstairs to my room. My sister followed quietly behind me, head bowed, hands clasped in front of her.

‘Is this… what they call “sister juice”?”

I stared at my pristine white bedsheet, where a patch of yellow liquid had spread. Fortunately, it hadn’t reached my quilt—only the sheet was tainted.

“She really did wet the bed,” I muttered, dumbfounded. I still couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

“It—it’s all because brother lasted too long!” My sister’s face flushed crimson. She clenched her little fists, bared her small fangs, and directed a ‘super fierce’ protest at me.

“Why would my lasting long make you wet the bed?” I asked blankly, staring at the stain on my bed.

“It’s—it’s because, when brother went downstairs, my body twitched, and then I couldn’t hold it in.” She shyly turned her face away, extending both index fingers and tapping them together.

“Ah, fine. Remember to wash it properly.” Since it came to this, there was nothing I could do.

“Then, brother, come sleep in my room~”

“You said you’d do anything, right? So you sleep in my room; I’ll sleep in yours.”

“Devil!”

“You’re the devil! Who wakes their brother up like that?”

“That’s because of brother’s fault yesterday! Flirting with women every day. Can you even count your harem on two hands?”

“I can!” I declared with righteous pride, arms crossed and chest puffed out.

As a seasoned otaku, while I can’t count the wives in games and anime, in real life, my harem is definitely countable!

“Brother didn’t deny having a harem. Heh~” She gave a few cold snorts, reached behind her back, then with a kick, lunged toward me.

Before I knew it, her hand was flying toward my stomach, a stun gun in it glowing blue. I pressed my lips together, caught her wrist head-on, and with a slight twist, the stun gun clattered to the floor beside me.

“What’s this about? I still have to go to work later.” I released her slender hand and picked up the stun gun.

“As expected, even this can’t get to brother.” She shook her head, a little disappointed.

“Then wash the sheet properly for me.”

“Wah, fine.”

****

“I never thought a high school student would work as a cleaner. You’ve got the streets memorized, right?” A kindly-looking auntie smiled and spoke to us.

Right now, I just wanted to say: Brother Zhibo, you really kept your word—you actually brought me to sweep the streets…

We were both wearing sanitation worker uniforms, ready to hit the streets, and the auntie was explaining the dos and don’ts.

“Yes! We’ll do our job well!” Brother Zhibo beside me stood tall with a determined expression. He was born for this. I couldn’t fall behind, right?

“We will bring clean streets to everyone along the way!” I straightened my back and spoke with righteous integrity.

“Great! You’ve got professional spirit! There’s a garbage truck and a tricycle for recyclables. Whatever recyclables you collect will be bought at market price. Good luck, you two!”

“Yes!” we shouted in unison, bowed to the auntie, and turned to get on the vehicles.

“Brother Huaimo, is it okay if you ride the bigger garbage truck first?”

“No problem. Then you can ride it this afternoon, Brother Zhibo. We can switch.”

“Sounds good. It’s settled. Let’s go.”

“Let’s roll.”

Clank clank clank.

Then we started pedaling the clunky vehicles, weaving through the streets and alleys to begin our cleaning work.