Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum

91st bowl of soup (1)

In the summer afternoon, the sun was blazing, and the call of “known” came from outside the window. The mottled leaves imprinted the shadow of a panic on the glass. The floor-to-ceiling air conditioner in the Haibin City Library was very cool. It was Saturday, so people who read the book Much.

However, most of them are young women, from their teens to their thirties, who have everything from their teens to their thirties. They are clearly reading books, but they are all dressed up. The air is filled with various fragrances, blending together. This scent is not so wonderful.

The drunkard does not mean wine.

It's like the girl with thin legs in a sailor suit by the window. She is about fifteen or six years old. She looks like a junior high school student, but her hair is dyed golden, her ears wear exaggerated earrings, and her fingernails are painted. Black and bright lipstick, she is obviously an immature girl, but she has to pretend to be a mature urban beauty.

It is also like the woman in white shirt near the service desk on the 3rd table. She should be thirty years old, showing a mature style all over her body. This is something fifteen or six-year-old girls cannot imitate. She has experienced precipitation over time. The beauty of tempering cannot be copied. Her lipstick is fresh orange, her big wavy curly hair looks very sexy, and the shirt collar has two buttons, and the deep career line is clearly visible.

Otherwise, she looks like a female college student standing in front of a bookcase, with a dazzling red dress and fresh and elegant **** makeup. She deserves the reputation of being a school flower. At this moment she was standing in front of the bookcase with a book in her hand, seeming to read it carefully. But the expression on his face is extremely worried, so the beautiful appearance is particularly alluring.

But these beauties have one thing in common, that is, they can't help but look at the service desk.

Junior high school girls are brave because they are aggressive, mature women are lazy and seduce, college flowers are slightly shy, and other women are like this, they can't control their eyes, and they have to go to the service desk. Look.

Haibin City is only a small city with the 18th tier, and there is only one undergraduate university, which can be said to be very inconspicuous. Therefore, the facilities of the library are not very advanced. In addition to the search engine and the borrowing and reading system, the entire huge library has only one computer-at the service desk.

At this moment, there is a pair of slender jade hands jumping on the keyboard. Obviously it's just typing, but like the most elegant ballerina, this scene is represented as a perfect picture.

Looking up, the owner of this pair of beautiful hands wore a black shirt, the buttons were neatly buttoned up to the top one, not even showing any extra space. The top of the shirt is a swan-like neck, a slightly moving Adam's apple, and further up... is a handsome face that makes people blush.

It's so good-looking, people can't bear to look away after one glance.

The man looks about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, his black hair is meticulously combed, his full forehead is exposed, his eyebrows are thick and slender, and his dark eyes are deep and distant, hidden behind a pair of golden glasses. The tall nose is not afraid of the pressure of the glasses, and the thin diamond-shaped lips always have an elegant and faint smile.

The Librarian of the Seaside City is a beautiful man who makes people's minds to see, and it has been spread in the university for a long time. Because of this, the library, which has never been in the limelight, has seen a steep rise in the number of borrowers in recent months. As long as you look carefully at the borrowing records, you will know that most of the borrowers are women, regardless of age.

Because the administrator's beauty is not divided into ages. But anyone who has seen him once can't help but want to see him again.

It's so fascinating.

However, whether it is the fresh and tender junior high school girl who calls him uncle savagely and willfully, or the mature beauty who enthusiastically sends out one-night stand invitations, or the shy confession of Qingli University's flower-administrator, they all refuse gently and politely. He smiled at everyone, but no one was close. After so long, they only knew his surname, not even his name.

Over time, the women formed a tacit agreement-everyone can only admire Mr. Song, and no one is allowed to act. Probably this kind of feeling is similar to an avid fan who likes to chase stars. No women are allowed around idols. He belongs to everyone.

After Mr. Song finished typing on the keyboard, the school flower walked up to him with a book in his hand. He glanced at him embarrassedly, and he was shy without blushing: "Hello, I, I want to borrow this book..." said He glanced at Mr. Song uncontrollably.

The smile on Mr. Song's face was more gentle: "Please wait a moment."

He is very good at work, so the school flower is very regrettable, and he didn't get much time alone with him, and there are other people waiting behind him. She hugged the book and finally turned her head one step at a time and left.

Behind the school flowers is a face, at least the women who often come to the library have never seen it, but they look pretty good. "That..." she made a weak voice while handing out the certificate for registration.

"Huh?" Mr. Song glanced at her, and the profile of his handsome eyebrows looked perfect, as if they were crafted by a sculptor without any flaws.

"Can I add you to WeChat...or exchange your phone number?" Girls are originally bold people, but no matter how bold they are, they can't help being shy when faced with such a good-looking and gentle man.

Mr. Song smiled lightly, but declined: "Sorry, I don't have WeChat."

Although it was a rejection, it was not embarrassing. The girl blushed and looked silly at his face. It wasn't until the people behind started complaining and impatiently urging that she woke up like a dream. She walked out of the team with a book in her arms, but she couldn't help but look back. .

Mr. Song is still smiling slightly, he always seems to be smiling, always gentle, and always not caring about anyone.

Such a person is not so gentle and elegant and easy to talk, but rather indifferent to the extreme, living in this bustling world, but not close to anyone, nor let anyone approach, and keep a distance from anyone. If such a person fell in love any day, it would be considered a blasphemy.

I just hope that there is no woman who makes his heart fascinated, so that everyone can have him together.

The library closes at five o'clock. Under normal circumstances, acquaintance admirers leave five minutes early. Because Mr. Song needs to check the books, he also needs to clean up and turn off all the power. After get off work, he would lock the door, then pick up the key, and drive away his ordinary black car to the parking lot outside. After passing the supermarket on the way, he would go in to buy some daily necessities and food, and then return to the apartment.

Of course it is the same on this day.

Mr. Song turned off all the power and just walked around the bookcase, he saw that there seemed to be someone at the library door. He smiled slightly and said, "I'm sorry, I'm off work..."

The words were only half spoken, and they disappeared between his lips and teeth. Then, on this handsome and unforgettable face, the smile gradually increased and became particularly gentle: "Miss, do you need help?"

If the previous junior high school girls were very cute, the urban beauties were very sexy, and the university flowers were very beautiful, then the one standing at the door at this moment can step them into the dust. Those few women are indeed the most beautiful women who usually come to the library, but compared with the woman at the door, they are really far behind. It is simply a difference.

The beauty of this woman is just like the handsomeness of Mr. Song, dazzling like the stars in the sky, as long as you meet it once, you will never forget it for a lifetime.

However, she is more of a girl than a woman. The hair grows smoothly and smoothly to the waist, and the simple black skirt reveals a beautiful collarbone and perfect shoulder and neck lines. A pair of small hands are holding the bag tightly, standing at the door, nervously and nervously looking at him.

Those eyes seemed to contain the sea of ​​stars, and anyone who saw it would not be willing to refuse any request from her.

"Sorry, I, I want to borrow a book..."

"Of course." Mr. Song smiled and curled his eyes, "please."

The girl walked in stiffly. She looked very upset, but instead of looking for a book, she stopped in front of Mr. Song, "...you, can you help me? I...I'm afraid I don't know...what should I do? Find…"

"Of course." Mr. Song came over, "Which book do you want to find?"

His eyebrows with a smile are so beautiful. It seems that he is very close to the girl. She is a little uncomfortable. She takes a step back, still holding the bag in her hand: "What I'm looking for is... "Kafka Lenna Love Letters" "."

"OK, just a second."

The handsome man walked in front of the girl. She became even more nervous, and even her breathing began to become rapid. This was an uncontrollable physiological reaction, which appeared extremely clear in the huge and quiet library. As Mr. Song gradually walked in, the girl followed behind him, but quietly touched her hand into the bag, then she bit her lower lip, took out the knife, and stabbed it desperately—

The expected splash of blood did not appear, instead the man grabbed his delicate wrist, and then there was pain, and the knife fell to the ground. As the world turned around, people were trapped in the corner. The man’s hot breath and strong chest surrounded her, like a keen and vigorous cheetah, with danger and wildness: “How can a girl play with a knife, how dangerous, If you close your eyes, you can't aim at the target."

Failed!

The girl's face was pale instantly, and she lost all strength. She slumped and was about to slip. Mr. Song easily hugged her full of arms. The soft and delicate female body is so fragrant and fragrant, soft as boneless, and beautiful. sigh.