Will there be any results?

A glimmer of morning light peeks in through the tightly drawn curtains, revealing the simple but decidedly stylish décor of this small room: a bed with pink spots on a white background, a pale blue rattan chair, a sky-blue writing desk, and a beech bookcase with white lacquered edges. Through the transparent glass of the bookcase, you can dimly see a row of various literary masterpieces, and even many of them are obscure and boring original editions.

The girl standing in the center of the room is the finishing touch to this qiē furnishing.

Whether it's the waist-length hair that hangs down like a waterfall, or the pure face without any powder, or the white cotton nightdress that envelops the slender body, it is all impressive.

It's a pity that the tension with her brows twisted together more or less spoils the atmosphere.

The mobile phone screen showed the words "send successfully", and Chen Wenwen's fingers were still on the send button on the touch screen and did not let go. Too hard to guide zhì knuckles slightly white, and the screen that kept shaking I don't know if it was because of her slight hypoglycemia or because it was too shaky.

It's weird, what the hell are you nervous about...... Just an ordinary invitation.

While comforting herself like this, Chen Wenwen sat down gently, her slender figure could curl up in a small rattan chair, the green natural seat and the girl's Chu Chu moving temperament made her look like a forest fairy well protected by plants. But no matter how much she tried to calm down, her eyes were still unconsciously staring at her phone, expecting a reply to the text message.

Time passes, but some things are not so easy to fade away.

After the college entrance examination, she got her wish and entered FD University to study, and the results were not what she expected: the chic buildings and facades full of ancient atmosphere everywhere can be seen to have historical heritage; The very dedicated security guard makes the campus very few tourists, so many places here are always very quiet; Interestingly, there are also a lot of chubby night cats.

As for her major, she naturally chose the Chinese department. The professional courses and a dazzling variety of books are several times more professional than her simple hobby in high school, and of course, she spends a lot of time immersed in it and carefully studyed.

However, except when she was studying, that plain and inconspicuous person always came to her mind.

"What the hell is good ......"

Chen Wenwen was already muttering in a distraction, but when the mobile phone screen went dark, she hurriedly poked the screen, for fear that if the text message came, she would have to go through a process to unlock the screen before she could see the content.

The reunion of the literary club in the cinema can be described as a twist and turn, although she slipped away when the unfamiliar radiant beauty shocked the audience, but then she naturally inquired clearly: after the beautiful woman made a high-profile appearance and took away the cowardly Lu Mingfei, Mercer, who she had been looking forward to, suddenly appeared, and immediately staged a full martial arts......

Listening to the people present, he was extremely violent, and he beat Zhao Menghua and his followers to the ground with a dozen or so easily-don't think that Zhao Menghua and their combat effectiveness is too poor, as far as Chen Wenwen knows, in order to better talk to girls, they have all learned sanda for a period of time and so on. Not to mention the outstanding results of the practice, at least when there is a conflict between the classes, a dozen people stand outside, and even if it is close to 30 people on the opposite side, they may not be able to fight.

But Mercer, who looked thin and weak, actually knocked them down one by one effortlessly, not to mention those who hung up some colors for the time being, Zhao Menghua, who was the leader, had five broken arms alone, and a thigh couldn't get rid of the same fate, let alone internal injuries or something.

What's even more bizarre is that after the incident, none of the people who clamored to "call the police", "let the school expel him", "sue him", and "let him squat for ten or eight years" really did these things, but as if they had received some warnings, they were all honest, and even their actions at school were much more low-key.

In the end, Mercer and Lu Mingfina tied for the first place in the school's red list for their achievements and scholarships.

Thinking of this, Chen Wenwen's frowning brows couldn't help but loosen a little, and a smile appeared on her face - although she didn't like violent methods, and she was also curious about Mercer's true identity and handling methods, but the people she cared about had good achievements that naturally deserved her happiness.

"Ding-"

A melodious prompt sounds, representing a newly received text message. Chen Wenwen could hardly hold back the joy in her heart and wanted to scream, but she was stunned for a few seconds before she hurriedly opened the message.

[I see, I'm going to come if nothing happens.] ]

It was only a dozen words, and her tone was even rather cold, but Chen Wenwen, who was accustomed to Mercer's language style, did not pay attention at all—to be precise, he was the strange character that was sometimes cold and sometimes familiar—and now she had already trotted to the dressing mirror with a light step, and excitedly took out various dresses and made a selection.

During the summer vacation this time, Shilan Middle School had already arranged a class reunion, and there were many people who invited her to attend, but unfortunately she almost refused them one by one - she couldn't go, because she had to wait for someone, and then took the initiative to invite him.

Now that she had succeeded, her face was full of happiness as if she had received something precious.

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"Buzz-buzz-"

After two shocks, Mercer reached out for the deluxe vintage Nokia in his pocket and pressed the text message to check.

At this time, he was sitting on the top of a high-rise building, one foot was completely relaxed and drooping, and the other foot was on the edge of the platform, the wind in the morning was no less than at night, and his thin body seemed to be blown off the building in the next moment.

Mercer stretched out unconcerned—with the strength of his original form, it would have been difficult for him to fall straight down like that, not to mention that it was pedestrians and cars that were unlucky enough to have an accident, not him.

'Chen Wenwen's invitation......'

After reading the text message, the literary girl with long hair and waist-length white dress fluttering in her came to his mind again, and the little contact with her in Shilan Middle School also came to mind. Read books together, chat together, go for a walk together after school, and occasionally go to the library together...... The memories are warm and moving. However, the more this happened, the more Mercer pondered whether or not he should go to the appointment.

If there's anything that's very tricky for him right now, it's feelings.

As a traverser, it is naturally inevitable to put on the impression of the original book to treat people and things, so that he can't tell what his good impression of others is and to what extent. He hadn't forgotten the ambitions he had made before he entered the world, so the double-edged sword of emotion was too hurtful for Mercer to touch.

It's a pity that when the interruption continues, you can only suffer from chaos in the end.

Simply edit and send a text message, and Mercer turns into a black shadow and begins to stealthily weave through the concrete jungle.

(The fallacy said by the rigorous theoretical emperor in the book review area has been corrected, and I really can't help it if I always fail mathematics~ In addition, this week in the group, there is also a theoretical emperor who pointed out a bigger fallacy, and now he is trying to think about how to fill the pit...... In short, we can't stand this sad update speed =. = I'm really sorry for you)

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