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It was also very ordinary.

The important thing is that the proportion of female students in the Broadcasting Academy accounts for 70% of the students in the school, and they are all beautiful girls, all of whom are as charming as fairies. Other female students in the Department of Chinese, the Department of Physics, the School of Mechanical Engineering, etc., can be summed up in one word compared to the female qualifications of the School of Broadcasting: dinosaurs.

On weekends, there are as many suitors as there are people crowding downstairs in the girls' dormitory of the Broadcasting Academy, and the cars parked on the road are enough to hold a high-end car exhibition. Flowers delivered in a single day can emptie hundreds of acres of gardening in a suburban nursery. The RMB spent can be used to build a full-scale Hope Primary School.

Countless blood-soaked examples prove how unattainable the girls of the Broadcasting Academy are, and stupid men like Song Baojun are unattainable.

Seeing several round and stiff buttocks swaying less than twenty meters in front of him, Song Baojun swallowed his saliva and barely raised his strength to chase after him. No matter how inferior an otaku is, he also wants to save face at this time.

If girls are allowed to see their stupid appearance of running two steps and dying alive, what hope is there to be a school bully?

Strive to make your posture more chic and your figure appear more erect. Song Baojun hurriedly walked past the girls, squeezed out a warm and sunny smile, and greeted in a loud voice: "Hi! A few female classmates, so early! The so-called wind and depression are long, don't worry about the road ahead, let's exercise in the morning! ”

Looking at them, the skin on the left is white and snowy, the face in the middle is like Lin Qingxia, and the smiling and beautiful on the right is really exquisite!

The nearest girl didn't speak, and continued to jog forward at a steady pace. The feet are light and agile, and the chest wrapped in a tight T-shirt is rolling and rolling, which is very beautiful.

Song Baojun was not discouraged, and smiled: "The so-called September 3rd weather is new, and there are many beautiful people on the side of the tea road; The state is thick and true, and the texture is delicate and even. A few classmates, meeting is fate......"

The girl glanced at him disdainfully, and responded: "If you look like you, you're embarrassed to come out and fool around, and you won't pee to take care of yourself." ”

The other girls chimed in: "What kind of virtue do you still chant poetry?" ”

Song Baojun didn't catch it in one breath, and his face turned miserable. Hurriedly stopped, holding his hands on his knees and gasping for air, his breath was heavier than a steam engine, and he was more embarrassed and embarrassed.

He's a skinny otaku with no extra motor cells. Today's first morning exercise, my breath was not evenly adjusted, and it was too difficult to talk loudly while running.

When several girls saw Song Baojun's embarrassment of almost lying on the ground, they all ate and laughed. When he ran over, a sentence came from afar: "It looks really bad." ”

"Wait, wait...... Can I leave a phone number first? Song Baojun shouted out of breath, but the girls had already run away.

It took half an hour to barely get to the playground, and my lungs were so tired that it seemed like a fire was burning.

The playground is actually a sports field, with a football field in the middle, an orange plastic track around the outside, and many sports equipment on both sides.

The playground was quite crowded, some people were jogging, and two underrepresented motley teams were happily playing football on the football field. There are also some middle-aged and elderly female teachers who gather in the open space to dance, and a large speaker is placed on the side, and the deafening rhythm of "moving and beating medicine and medicine to make trouble" is heard.

Song Baojun took the initiative to talk to a girl for the first time and was rejected, and he was deeply affected for a while, and he was not much interested in morning exercises. I went into the toilet on the left and soaked my urine before looking in the mirror of the sink.

"If you look like you, you're embarrassed to come out and fool around, and you don't pee to take care of yourself."

This sentence easily pierced Song Baojun's self-confidence that had just accumulated for a short time.

The aesthetics of today's society are sick and deformed, and the extreme pursuit of "hue consumption" is extreme. Handsome guys and beautiful women fill the space of countless media, and any artist will inevitably be sought after as long as he is good-looking, no matter how bad his work is, whether he has achievements or not. And artists who don't look good have a bumpy road to fame.

The phenomenon of the literary and artistic circle is projected to the wider society, and people's aesthetics are also guided and manipulated, from the unit to the campus, from the political arena to the business world, from the Internet to the reality, everyone has become a member of the appearance association. As long as it is a handsome man and a beautiful woman, it will definitely have more advantages than others, on the contrary, the character, talent, and ability that were comparable to them in the past are no longer valued.

Handsome guys and beauties are dating every day, and the mediocre-looking ** silk men and women in their twenties have never even held the hands of friends of the opposite sex, so they have long been surprised.

So now Song Baojun looks in the mirror and looks at himself who really can't reach the passing line, and he is extremely depressed.

"Am I really good-looking?"

An obscene voice in his head sighed, "No, you are very good-looking...... Well, I can use the adjective 'perfect', which is the ultimate in human beings. ”

Song Baojun was quite frightened: "Hey, we are one, please don't sprinkle salt on Lao Tzu's wounds." By the way, doesn't it mean that only dreams can communicate, how can it come out in broad daylight? ”

"I feel that your self-confidence has been severely stimulated and your mind is slipping. It's not good for our integration, so I have to take the risk of coming out and mentoring it. ”

"Then how do you say I'm perfect? Personally, I feel like I'm still 108,000 miles away from the term. ”

The lewd personality looked in the mirror through the retina and said, "To be honest, it does look very ordinary. But your appearance and face shape are endlessly adaptable, and with a slight change, you can create a kaleidoscopic temperament. It's like a system that is compatible with all programs, not the most professional, but the most practical. Able to play games, watch videos, write files, and draw. Most of the other systems focus on one thing, and the drawing can't pretend to be a game......"

Seeing Song Baojun's dazed face, the lewd personality had to continue: "Okay, let's change the way you can understand. Your face is 'three courts and five eyes', and the forehead, eyes, nose, and mouth are very well proportioned, and the golden ratio is very rare. The eyes are not small, the bridge of the nose is not collapsed, there are no buckteeth, and although the overall appearance seems to be ordinary, it can be said that there are no defects in your face either. All that's missing is a corresponding temperament. Just like a blank sheet of paper, with a paintbrush we can paint the Mona Lisa as needed, as well as a splashed ink landscape painting. The relationship lies in your needs. ”