"Qiao Lin, have you been in touch with Wen Jing recently?"

After receiving her brother's text message, Jolene's first reaction was that her brother's mobile phone had been stolen.

It's been a year, why does this guy remember his ex-girlfriend again?

"She's not your girlfriend anymore, and I don't have anything to do with her. ”

"Oh, got it. ”

"Oh" should be at least softer than "oh", Jolene convinced herself that she was not by her brother's tone.

I thought he would pass after he finished his nerves, but who knew that after a while, he sent another message: "What's the matter, her good friend can't contact her." ”

Jolene became worried, and hurriedly dialed the dusty phone number, but the voice came from "The user you dialed has been turned off".

She hurriedly reported the situation to Chief Qiao, and Chief Qiao's reply was simple and rude: "You still need to say it." ”

If it weren't for the phone, Jolene would have kicked it over. She thought for a while, thinking that her brother must be worried, so she said: "Don't be too nervous, she may have gone abroad, she doesn't need this number, and her mobile phone may have been stolen." ”

"Oh, and the thief who stole the phone. ”

......

My brother is really a piece of wood, as if he just learned this fact. Also, he was so dark and strong that the thief would not dare to steal him, and perhaps he would sit on the bus, and the thief on the bus would become a good citizen.

Jolene didn't take it too seriously, she was busy this semester, and there were a lot of bad things to do. It was just that he couldn't go abroad for an exchange, and the national award, which was originally a sure victory, was finally given to Liu Zheng. My mother came to Beijing for a meeting for a few days, and it happened that the results of the national award came out. As soon as she saw that she had lost the election, she fell into the Mariana Trench.

In the final exams of her freshman and two freshman years, her comprehensive assessment scores were the first, and other classmates even joked with her, asking her to have dinner after winning the national award. Jolene is still quite modest, saying that everyone is very good, and in the end, it may not be who wins.

At the moment when the results came out, she almost cried, but she was glad that she didn't say it to death, at least she left a staircase for herself.

Before the selection of the national award, Liu actively won two awards in succession, one was the summer innovation practice of college students, and the other seemed to be the first prize in an essay competition. With the blessing of these two awards, especially the Innovation Practice Award, Qiao Lin was compared at once.

Qiao Lin once squatted on the side of the pillow stone bridge and cried and called her boyfriend, but it didn't work; she meditated in bed and mitted "fame and fortune are things outside the body" over and over again, but it didn't work; and finally ran to the dance team's practice room and danced for two hours, except that she was too tired to move, her mood was not relieved.

"If you are not convinced, you will ask the head teacher or the Youth League Committee. Murong gave her a suggestion: "It's still in the publicity period, you can ask any questions!"

Although her mother is a teacher, Jolene is afraid to find a teacher. During her long student life, she had low self-esteem for most of the time. Thinking of this, she resented her mother a little. In that era when self-confidence was most needed to be cultivated, she was suppressed by her mother, so much so that she has no self-confidence now.

Murong volunteered to accompany her to find the teacher, Qiao Lin was almost dragged by her, and then she pushed the door of the Youth League Committee office. She stammered and explained her intentions, and the teacher said that her comprehensive assessment was two or three points higher than Liu Zheng's, and they won two awards, which had already thrown her away.

When Jolene heard this, she withdrew in a gloomy manner, without asking the details of the extra points. She sat on the steps of the teaching building, once again annoyed, for the national award that passed by, but also for her cowardice.

Murong was also so angry that she stomped her feet: "You are usually quite a tiger, why did you coax it at this time?"

Jolene silently listened to her scolding herself, without justification, because she didn't understand why she coaxed.

Murong nagged for a long time, and finally danced: "Hmph, you look at the girls in the dance team, all the auras are bursting, what about you?

At the very least, we should ask, is there a limit to the time for winning the award, how many points have been added, and why only Liu actively participated in those activities, and others don't even know about it?

It's a pity that Qiao Lin didn't ask a word, and she couldn't complain that Murong scolded her.

When she met her mother, she also talked about these things. Mom is very busy with work, and she is worried about her brother's affairs, so she doesn't take it too seriously, so she asks her to work hard next time, and there is no need to worry about it.

Jolene was really haunted. She said to her kobold military advisor, "How do I feel uncomfortable, how can she say that if she wins the award, she will win the award? Am I really that bad?"

Sun Ruiyang thought for a while and said, "Then have you ever thought about how she is stronger than you?"

"Uh...... Everything is more positive than me, everything is ahead of me?"

"Hmm. Sun Ruiyang touched her head and said, "Regardless of whether she has water in this award, at least people do it during the summer vacation, and people have this awareness, right?"

Jolene was still unconvinced, but nodded obediently: "Hmm...... I am indeed inferior to her in this regard. ”

"Maybe her award is not real, someone is secretly helping her, but we can't say any of this. The only thing I can do is to seize the next opportunity and surpass her completely!"

"Hmm!"

After listening to the words of the kobold military advisor, coupled with her usual observations, Qiao Lin really felt that Liu Zheng had many things stronger than herself. For example, if you win an award, you might treat a few good friends to a meal and celebrate. But the family is very low-key, but taking out 2,000 yuan of it as a class fee suddenly reversed the reputation. Even with her efforts, their class has been rated as an excellent class group two or three times, so that there may be a few more places to join the party.

She is still shuttling around the campus and actively appearing at various activities, just like before. Jolene wondered again and again, is there really a lot of things that are inferior to her, if you want to be stronger than her, do you have to be more positive than her?

It's really hard to do that.

Qiao Lin gradually calmed down, but sometimes when she saw Liu Zheng's smug gaze, intentionally or unintentionally, she still panicked.

This semester, Jolene deliberately reduced the number of performances and concentrated on studying. But after entering December, Mr. Ma's side was too busy, so she still went to help. On that day in mid-December, after she finished performing in a shopping mall, a cold wind blew after she came out, so cold that she turned back again, bought a cup of hot milk tea and went out again.

There was someone filming on the overpass, and she was going to walk quietly over it, but with a sweep of her afterglow, she couldn't walk.

Isn't that female model Tracy who is active in fashion magazines?

On a cold day, Jolene was cold in a long down jacket, but she was only wearing a shirt and a short skirt, a woolen coat outside, boots only reaching the knees, and her entire thighs were exposed.

It seems that she is filming a special edition of winter outfits, but fashion magazines are really tricky, if you wear it like this in the north, you will definitely freeze into arthritis every minute.

Tracy is still very dedicated, wearing so little, but not shivering from the cold, no runny nose, exquisite makeup, and good expression. It's not like Jolene, who is wrapped like a bear and has to keep snorting back.

The photographer was a fat man with pigtails, and he took pictures from several angles, but he was not satisfied, and even stepped forward himself, pulled her clothes, and said, "Tracy, your skirt covers all your thighs!

Model Tracy avoided him and whispered, "I'll do it myself." ”

But the photographer was obviously not satisfied, and frowned and said, "Lift it up a little more!

Lifting it up any further, it would be easy to walk away, Tracy silently biting her lip and arguing, "That's okay, right?"

The photographer was furious: "Hey, the makeup artist helped her sort out the look, if she still didn't cooperate like this, I wouldn't be able to shoot again." ”

There was no way, the makeup artist had to do ideological work for her while tidying up: "This skirt was originally designed with a high waist, bear with it a little, take a few more shots, and call it a day today." ”

The photographer was finally satisfied, but many people were staring at her slender thighs. She didn't even dare to move, and she didn't dare to make too many movements, for fear that if she wasn't careful, someone would take an indescribable photo and put it on some small hidden website.

The photographer also got closer, and even deliberately bent his legs to shoot on his back. Tracy deliberately turned her face away, reluctant to look directly into his camera. The first time Jolene saw it, she showed such a fierce gaze.

When the shooting was over, the first thing she did was pull down her skirt, and the makeup artist put a down jacket on her, only to realize that she was frozen, covering her face and sneezing firmly.

The photographer said as he walked, "It's so late, let's go have a drink and relax!"

"No, I have to work tomorrow. ”

"Miss Tracy, don't be so unkind!"

As the photographer spoke, his hand had reached out, but she dodged it. But she was wearing high heels and almost fell. There was a clattering sound behind her, and then a man helped her up.

Tracy was stunned, unable to believe that she could meet her on such an occasion.

Jolene glanced at the photographer and then said to her, "Wen ...... Oh no, Sister Tracy, I'm your little fan. I didn't expect to meet you here! If you don't mind, can I treat you to a cup of milk tea?"

Tracy was anxious to get rid of the fat photographer, so she nodded without thinking: "Okay, thank you for liking, or I'll invite you!"

The photographer didn't give up, and leaned into her ear and said, "I'll send you the address of the bar later, you must come over!"

"I lost my phone. She said coldly, "Don't contact me today." ”

With that, she pulled Jolene and left. But after getting rid of the photographer, she said to Jolene, "Thank you just now, you can go back to school quickly!"

“Tra...... No, Sister Wen Jing, how do you do such a hard work? That photographer just now was so excessive, you actually put up with it? Don't coward, you have to scold him!"

Unlike Jolene's righteous indignation, she lit a cigarette and said, "No way, I want to make money and survive." ”

Qiao Lin was dumbfounded by her series of words and deeds: "Sister Wenjing, do you still smoke? Also, you will also worry about money......"

“...... There are always some unexpected ...... in life."

"I don't know what happened to you, but my brother was looking for you yesterday, and he's in a hurry......"

Qiao Lin was still talking, but Wen Jing's cold eyes made her dare not say any more.

"Thank you, it's been a long time since anyone called me Wen Jing, and I've almost forgotten my real name. ”

"Sister Wen Jing, my brother is really ......"

Wen Jing turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly turned her head and was excited: "Don't mention your brother again, I don't want to see him again in my life! I have never seen such a cold-blooded person as him, even if I am blind, I have spent a few years on him in vain." Also, I chased him on the campus network for so long, and he didn't respond, what do you expect now? Or am I too stupid? I'm tired too, and I don't want to have anything to do with him anymore. ”

She stepped on high-heeled boots, but walked faster than anyone else. Qiao Lin felt like she had a dream, and that person was not Wen Jing she knew. She was choked uncomfortably, but she couldn't swallow it, and she couldn't stand idly by.

So she sent a long message to her brother: "Brother, I saw Sister Wen Jing, she is still working as a model, she wears very little clothes on a cold day, and she is standing on the overpass and taking pictures." The photographer was very bad, a big pervert, always asked her to lift her skirt up, and told her to go out for drinks (but Sister Wen Jing didn't go). I could tell she wanted to curse, but she held back. Did something happen to her? She should have had a hard time. ”

She plugged in her headphones, and her phone was playing a song she loved very much, "Mars Loves the Moon". In fantasy, aren't those two people Mars and the moon Mars?" "On this day in the legend, the moon and Mars are very close, and they are rare to see each other in a hundred years, and they are trying to find parallel lines today......"

Because she liked this song so much, she was fascinated by it in the car, and she was still shaking her head when she got out of the car.

My brother didn't see her text message until the next day, and she didn't expect that before she finished reading it, it exploded on the spot like an atomic bomb. He called Jolene, and to his devastation, his sister's phone was filled with the damn "Your call is off".

He didn't know that when Jolene was intoxicated with the music and kept shaking her head, the phone had already been touched.