I've heard me say that the person in the black ship is a girl, and in my eyes she is beautiful and sexy, but she is smart and cold. She always had shoulder-length black hair, straight and shiny hair that poured down in the sun.

She is as self-disciplined as a machine, waking up early to start classes, self-study, eating, swimming or yoga, and at night she always goes to the water room alone to fetch water, then carries a thermos back to the dormitory, washes and turns off the lights to sleep - even after many years of studying abroad, her routine is basically the same.

Before I met her, many tall, handsome, rich, and intelligent boys in the class and even in the school had pursued her one after another, but they all failed one by one.

"I can't do it, it's too hard."

"She said she was celibate, married to a logical person, and would not marry a man or a woman."

Frustrated, they either shake their heads, or sigh, or look up to the sky and howl, or borrow wine to kill their sorrows.

I remember that the beautiful man in the class, Jiang Li, confessed to her and was rejected on the night that he had to pull me to drink with him. I couldn't get away with it, so I had to be dragged into a tavern in the back street of the school.

"Or, AA?" I say.

"Buddies have a treat today, whoever is with me A, I'll call him 'ah' out!" He slapped the table, glared at the food, and then shouted at the boss.

"Two bottles of Little Red Star! First on! ”

The boss handed two small bottles of wine to the table, and he directly unscrewed the lid, poured them one by one, and then fell into the table unconscious.

"Hey, hey." I pushed him hard, but he didn't move.

"Boss, settle the bill - can you return the dishes that haven't been fried?" I had no choice but to say.

"No, little brother, the master chef in the back kitchen has cut it out." The boss didn't know who to learn from, so he kept shrugging his shoulders and saying.

"Then pack them all."

I paid for Jiang Li, and then walked out of the tavern with one hand and the packaged meals in the other. There was goose feather snow outside, and the whole world was white.

When passing by the playground, Jiang Li seemed to wake up.

"Well, you paid for me?" He asked.

"Bought it." I say.

"That's good." He spoke as if a stone had landed on the ground.

I couldn't help but be a little annoyed, thinking that you asked me to come out for a drink, and I would pay for you. But just as I was about to say that I would settle the money with him tomorrow, he suddenly pushed me away, staggered a few steps forward, and then threw himself into the snow with a thud.

"Oh my God, why are you doing this to me?!" He pounded hard into the snow and wept bitterly.

I looked at the food in my hand, and then at Jiang Li, who was mourning, and thought to myself.

After all, everyone is in such pain, and I have a little too narrow outlook on life when I care about this little bit of food money.

After Jiang Li was carried back to the dormitory by me in tears that day, he rushed into the toilet and vomited as soon as possible. Shaoqing came out with his mouth wiped again, and then asked me.

"I'm hungry."

I handed over what I was carrying, and he took it and sniffed it, with an intoxicated expression.

"That, Yan Zhuan, thank you, what a good brother in the class."

He patted me on the shoulder, sent me to the door in a daze, and then closed the door with great gratitude.

I scratched my head and remembered that I hadn't eaten yet.

Forget it, let's go back and make instant noodles. I thought so about leaving.

Wen Tingxu was furious when he found out about this, he was a good friend of my dormitory, and he was a more silent person. His parents died young, and he lived at his grandmother's house, probably because of his high-level family, he was extremely intelligent, but he never got particularly good grades in exams, and the reason was that he didn't seem to like anyone, including his classmates and all his teachers. Because he offended the teachers, he would lose marks on subjective questions every time he took the exam.

His major is information management, not the same major as mine, and he didn't use the same dormitory before. But he didn't fit in with others in his original dormitory, and his roommates kept reporting the situation to the teacher and asked him to be transferred. One of my classmates who happened to be in the same dormitory as me dropped out of school, and he was placed in.

But strangely, I didn't feel anything about him, but I was able to get along with him normally.

It is said that he rarely talks to people, but he talks to me a lot - maybe it is because I help him with food and water every day, and even run to the public class to help roll call.

"Why did Jiang Li transfer the pain to you!" He ripped off his keyboard in a rage, "I'm going to smash him for you!" ”

"Forget it, it's not a big deal, and besides, I just want to eat instant noodles." I quickly snatched the keyboard from his hand.

"You!" He looked at me and said, "Do you think you're the real wreck in this school?" ”

"I'm much better than you. You have offended all the people around you, and the cafeteria aunt has to close the window when she sees you. If I hadn't fetched you, you'd have starved to death. ”

"You won't understand it at all." He sat down in front of the computer again, typing quickly on the keyboard.

"What are you up to?" I asked him.

"Do you know the Mensah Club? I'm doing their entrance exams. ”

"What's the door?"

"The Mensa Club is an organization that absorbs the world's top IQ elites."

"Can I also test my IQ? Don't forget that I helped you memorize the answers to many exams last year. ”

"You? You're rote memorization, and it doesn't have much to do with IQ. He sneered mercilessly, "I'm Honghu, and you're all birds—hey, I'm hungry when I smell instant noodles, make one for me." ”

"Okay, you're Honghu, I'm simply Honghu's father." As I spoke, I took out a bucket of instant noodles from my cabinet and tore it open, "I don't hate Jiang Li now, I annoy that cold girl, you say that Jiang Li is so handsome, who else can she look at?" ”

"Maybe I can take a fancy to you, an honest person like you is the most indifferent and liking." Wen Tingxu took the instant noodles that had just been put on the hot water, he bent down to pick up a slipper, and said to me while pressing the lid of the bucket on it.

"Why?" I asked. But he did not answer.

The next night, I was in the lecture hall preparing for an elective class when a girl in a gray sweater walked up to me and sat down.

I couldn't help but glance at it, but it almost took my breath.

Because I never noticed that there was such a figure in the school!

Her straight black hair was inadvertently draped over her shoulders, and she had a pair of cold but soft eyes under her long eyelashes, like two bright goose-yellow plum blossoms in the ice and snow world.

Her skin is white and tender, her makeup is delicate, and her facial features are well-proportioned.

God seems to have generously given all the golden ratios all on this face. In particular, her nose is slender and beautiful, like a goddess in Greek sculpture and a beautiful woman in a court painting, full of indescribable classical beauty.

I think that as long as you are a mortal, as long as you catch a glimpse of her face, you will have the desire to care for her and accompany her for a lifetime from the bottom of your heart.

She wore a pair of rimless glasses and a most modest sweater, as if she wanted to deliberately dress herself up as a pedantic in order to suppress the feminine elegance that emanated from her body.

It's a pity, I don't know if it's the sweater tight or what, her boobs look quite prominent and rounded.

Beauty is like a flower across the clouds, and she can't wear it for a thousand years......

I couldn't help but stare at it, and I couldn't help but take a long, deep breath.

"Enough of it?" She slammed her bag on the table and asked me coldly.

"Oh......" I was so embarrassed that I quickly pressed my eyes back, shook my head like a water dog, let out a long breath, and hurriedly lowered my head as if I was reading a book seriously.

There was a cacophony of whispers in the lecture hall. I heard it all the envy of men and the envy of women.

Wake up, I said to myself in my heart, this kind of real goddess will never pay attention to you.

What if she can't think of it, so let's talk to you? Another voice suddenly sounded in my heart and said to me.

Don't make a fuss, it's a luxury to be able to YY, I said to that voice.

But at that moment, she suddenly sat down next to me!

My heart pounded in my throat, and I quickly fumbled with the water glass, and poured a few mouthfuls of water to swallow the heart that was about to pop out.

Calm down, calm down!

But I couldn't calm down, because she pulled another wallet out of her bag, counted out a few small and round bills, and pushed them straight in front of me from the table!

"...... this?" I asked, both faint and confused.

"Yesterday's meal money, didn't you settle the bill for that scumbag?" She said.

"Ahh

It dawned on me that she was the girl in the legend, the girl who made Jiang Li and countless boys eat the closed door.

"You're the cold ......," I almost blurted out the nickname the boys called her.

"yes, I'm the one who is frigid." She didn't want to shy away from it.

I was trying to recall the name that boys often talked about, what is Shen, Shen ......

"Are you Shen, Shen, Shen Yu?" My upper teeth hit my lower teeth, and I couldn't pronounce clearly.

"Who was your classmate?" She said coldly.

I looked down at the money on the table, seventy-eight dollars, which happened to be the money paid for by the tavern yesterday.

"Ahh How do you know I'm spending so much money? ”

I felt a sudden rush of ecstasy in my heart—how could she be so clear about me? Could it be that she stalked me? Could it be that she has a bit of a heavy taste, she doesn't like handsome guys and mediocre men, and she can't take a fancy to me?

I couldn't help but touch my face – was there something about my face......

But her words extinguished my almost dreamlike thoughts in an instant.

"Are you daydreaming?"

"Yes—no, no......"

She sneered and continued.

"People like Jiang Li are purely a combination of Grande and Sherlock, and they are reluctant to bleed when they buy a bottle of Coke, and they grind people to give them double coriander when they eat a pancake. Therefore, he will definitely go to cheap and high-quality restaurants in the back street when he falls out of love and drinks, because that is the limit of his cognition.

So I went to the restaurant to inquire, and sure enough, the boss said that there was a person who came yesterday shouting for a treat but pretending to be drunk and didn't pay the bill, and he was particularly impressed by this scum. The boss also said, listening to the two of you, it seems that you are classmates. I asked the person who checked out the bill, and then went to the academic office to check the transcript of your department's last final exam, and I knew your name. Then I flipped through your course selection record and knew that you would be taking a class here today. After coming to the lecture hall, I found you at a glance as described by the restaurant owner. ”

I was dumbfounded.

"Check the test results of our class, and you can tell that I am the wrongdoer in the settlement?"

"That's right, I'll first screen the boys in your class who have good attendance and low grades, such people are honest but have bad brains, and they are easy to be targeted and used by people like Jiang Li, and a total of five people will be screened out. I flipped through the course schedules of five people again, and found that two people chose Chinese literature appreciation, and people who like literature have a certain degree of sympathy, and only those who have compassion are easily dragged to drink by a classmate who has fallen out of love but is not popular. Finally, I looked at the test papers of these two humanities appreciation classes, skimmed through the answers to the last big question of the two of you, and sifted you out. ”

As soon as she said this, I remembered that the last question of last year's literary appreciation was "Analyze the representative works of a Tang Dynasty poet and the influence of the social background it was subjected to."

"I chose to analyze Li Shangyin's "Spring Rain"."

"That's right, the other person analyzed Du Fu's "Wen Guanjun Collects Henan and Hebei".

"Can you see the difference between this? Can you see from "Spring Rain" that I am more sentimental? I asked, surprised.

"It's not." She looked at me and said two words succinctly.

Probably looking at the expression on my face that I must know the truth, she paused and then added: "The direct purpose of doing exam questions is to score, and to do this kind of subjective question, you should choose a subject that is easier for you to operate and easy to score." If you think about it, it is a question that analyzes the social background, but instead of choosing a poem with a clear historical direction, you choose a poem with a vague theme that is difficult to analyze. A scumbag like Jiang Li who has 'I'm a special chicken thief' written on his face, who else can he fool if he doesn't lie to a mentally retarded like you? ”

After she finished explaining this, she picked up her schoolbag and stood up.

"But although I chose "Spring Rain", I still got a high score for my answer...... "I'm still trying to defend myself, trying hard to explain it to her."

"Paste." She muttered, then put on her down jacket, zipped it up, slung her backpack over one shoulder, looked down at me with an expression of indifference, and turned away.

I looked at her back in a daze, and then at the seventy-eight dollars she had placed on the table, and my breathing became difficult unconsciously, because I suddenly realized a very beautiful but cruel thing—

She may have used the seventy-eight yuan to buy all the equity of my entire life.