[Dark Gold Rotten Dog] God treats girls and wild dogs

No job, no house, and a cold war with Rina, but life must go on.

The only good news is that You had submitted her paper to the Financial Law Society half a year ago, and her chances of applying for the scholarship have increased a bit.

Professor Watanabe was even happier than her, and even said that he would take her to the academy.

You refused resolutely: "You gave me the idea, and you also made the first work. Why should I join in the fun?"

"Everyone knows who wrote it, otherwise they wouldn't be looking at second works when evaluating scholarships."

What the professor said is indeed true.Introversion is serious in the school, especially in the Faculty of Law. There are many warlords and princes, and the tutors do nothing. It is common for students to participate in conferences. There are not many kind professors like Watanabe.

But You often help Watanabe with errands, knowing that the position of a mentor is difficult to sit.From the selection of topics to the allocation of funds, it is the tutor who is worrying about it, and the risk of not being able to do it is also the tutor's responsibility.

"If it wasn't for your name, I don't know if I could win." She murmured softly, "It doesn't make sense for me to go. Those big bosses are not interested in my name or name."

Professor Watanabe smiled and shook his head.

Professors need academic achievements, and students need scholarships and recommendations. It has long been a convention that both sides take what they need.A well-behaved and transparent student like Yu Mandao, who does not fight or grab, will be regarded as a treasure wherever he is placed.

But the world shouldn't be like this.

"Mandao, you should get the reward you deserve for your energy." He advised earnestly: "No matter where you go in the future, these connections will become your stepping stones."

You hesitated, but didn't nod immediately.

Watanabe pondered for a while, then asked again: "Do you have any concerns?"

This time the meeting was held at Osaka University. She and Watanabe attended the meeting. Even if they did not eat and live together, they would always cast an ambiguous filter in the eyes of others.

Thinking of Linai's teasing before, she showed embarrassment: "I always feel... a bit strange."

The professor seemed to have thought of this too, and couldn't help laughing. "I heard from Yuli that you did a good job, but you suddenly resigned. I just think that kid Kuangping seems to have a crush on you?"

Unexpectedly, this matter would be known by the professor, You was stunned for a few seconds, and the roots of her ears blushed unconsciously. "So Yuri-san told you..."

"He also complained to me that the exam is approaching, how can we find a teacher who can control Kuang Ping? But you seem to mind this kind of thing, so he doesn't have the nerve to keep you."

"Huh?" You was very surprised: "Mr. Yuli isn't angry?"

"You can't get angry because that kid Kuang Ping is ignorant." Watanabe teased with a smile: "Beauty has a lot of troubles, which we old men can't understand."

Hearing what Watanabe said, You suddenly relaxed a bit from the tense nerves during this time, and his brows were slightly relaxed, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

But she has already resigned, and she is not ashamed to ask the professor to introduce her to work again. She can only say: "Don't joke with me. I don't want to encounter such a thing and make everyone embarrassed."

"Yes." Watanabe didn't care too much, and asked again: "After resigning from tutoring, is your economy very tight recently?"

You didn't tell about Li Nai's affairs, but told the professor: "There are places to work part-time, but the house is about to expire, and I'm looking for it now."

"Then it is even more necessary to attend the meeting." The professor did not give her a chance to refuse: "Many consortiums and banks will send representatives to participate in this meeting, just have a meal with them and get acquainted, maybe you will be the one for the scholarship of."

He paused, and then said: "Don't worry, Professor Toda next door will just go with us. With her here, you don't have to be so cautious."

It was about vital interests, You didn't shirk any longer, and finally had a smile on his face.

When the professor saw it, he couldn't help sighing: "Don't keep a straight face all day long, like a little old woman. How about young people going to have a relationship? Although Xiao Kuangping is not mature, his face is still more handsome than his father's." A few points."

Facing the professor's joke, You felt a little helpless: "Why do you say that? I'm not interested in dating now."

"I think it's not just about being in a relationship, you don't want to be connected to someone at all."

The professor's words were right, and her head was buzzing with shock. "Everyone is an infinitely extended thread, which will always meet and intertwine with others, become a net, and become cloth. This is how society is formed, and no one can exist alone without society. If you always take the initiative to cut off the relationship with others relationship, there is no way to experience the warmth of this 'cloth'."

Worryingly thought of that man walking alone, his heart moved.If she tried to approach him, would they reconnect?

But such thoughts disappeared in an instant.Even though all kinds of things make her and Ando intertwined, they are at different ends. Her life will gradually become brighter, while that person will only wander on the edge of darkness forever.

Concerned about the disappointment in his eyes, he thanked the professor.Even if she has the opportunity to participate in the academy, it is not a sure thing to get a scholarship. She still needs to work and find a house, and she has no spare time to think about other people's affairs.

……

After working in the izakaya in front of the station for a week, all the customers know that there is a new gentle and beautiful young clerk here.

When the social animal uncles who got off work saw her, they couldn't help but tease her.Although you were upset, you couldn't lose a piece of meat, so you just smiled with a good temper and ignored it.If it is too much, the shopkeeper will block it for her.

Today is a working day.

After ten o'clock in the evening, the guests were almost drunk and left one after another.

You put the bamboo sticks on the table into the trash can, and put the cutlery on the table into the sink, and finally she was able to catch her breath.

When he walked out of the kitchen, there were only two customers left in the shop.

Both were wearing the most common black suits, one was sitting in front of the bar, the other was in a dark corner.

The owner was cleaning, so he asked You, who was about to get off work, to deliver wine to the guests at the bar.

She said yes, brought the beer poured by the shopkeeper to the guests, pulled out a standard hospitality smile, and said softly, "Your draft beer."

The uncle at the side of the bar stared at her face, and looked her up and down unabashedly, with a malicious smile: "Are you new here?"

"Ah."

Worry nodded without saying a word.

She has seen such blatant gazes countless times, and if she ignores them, the other party will generally not make fun of herself.

It's just that this person's hair was shaved extremely short, and he had a fleshy face. The tattoos on the cuffs were faintly visible, and it looked like a mixture of black.

Worrying was afraid that this person would entangle her, so she turned around and left.

But good or bad, the tattoo uncle stopped her: "Little girl, why don't you just sit down and have a drink with me?"

You could only find a reason to refuse stiffly: "I'm sorry, but during working hours, our shop assistants are not allowed to sit down."

"Aren't you all already closed?" The uncle pointed his finger at the "Closed Shop" sign hanging at the door, his expression darkened: "I don't give you any face? Could it be because I don't know who I am? "

It's not good to worry secretly.

The other party had already drank a lot of wine, with an extremely arrogant attitude, and was not afraid of causing trouble at all. If they really broke up and smashed the store, they would definitely suffer.

"My guest, I will be very troubled if you do this."

She cautiously refused again: "I'm ready to leave work..."

"Don't be shameless! The beer poured is not soaked," the uncle directly grabbed her wrist: "Are you looking down on the Daoji group?!"

Hearing the commotion outside, the owner hurried out of the kitchen.

He seemed to know this person, and comforted him with a good temper: "Brother Futian, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the wine has defoamed after a while, I'll pour you another glass."

Even if he said so, Futian still refused to let go of You, pointed to the beer on the table, and ordered her: "Then drink this glass for me now."

"This is not good..." The shopkeeper seemed very embarrassed.

Worry's face became more serious, and he suddenly had the urge to pour beer on the man's head.

But she didn't have time to do so.

Because the person sitting in the corner came up suddenly, picked up the draft beer on the table, and poured it on Futian's head without hesitation.

There was only a crisp sound of "bang".

The sound of the shattering glass made her heart beat violently, and her breathing almost stopped.

"You, who the hell..."

Futian was shocked and angry, but the moment he saw the man, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground: "Ando?!"

The man picked up Fukuda's collar and wanted to beat him up, but he noticed that his eyes were reddish, like a frightened little white rabbit, filled the island with worry, he still restrained his tyrannical emotions, and ruthlessly Let go.

"You are noisy." He said blankly.

This time the Feng Shui took turns, and it was Futian who apologized: "I didn't know that this store was your site, so I'm sorry to disturb you!"

"Go away after you know?" Ando said again.

Perhaps it was because he had seen men crazily beating people, Futian was terrified of him, and backed away again and again, but he grabbed the skirt of his clothes again: "Want to eat rice?"

Futian quickly took out the banknotes from his pocket and threw them on the table, and fled under Ando's cold gaze.

The store suddenly fell silent, only the laughter of variety shows and the sound of lighters igniting could be heard.

After a while, Ando puffed out his cigarette, glanced sideways at the frightened store manager, and handed him another banknote: "Is it enough?"

Only then did the store manager react and count the banknotes.

The money that Futian dropped was enough to cover the bills for the two of them. He nodded hastily and blocked Ando's money back.

The man kicked the shards of glass on the ground: "Forget this too?"

The shopkeeper froze.

When he came back to his senses, the money had been stuffed into the apron by Ando.

Without giving Man Dao a single look of worry, he strode out of the store, his back as thin as a lone wolf.

You stood there dumbfounded, wondering if I should stop Ando and thank him.

The man saved her again.

Suddenly, the shopkeeper asked her: "Does that person know you? He seemed to be staring at you just now."

You opened your eyes wide, in disbelief.

It took her a long time to pluck up her courage and nodded slightly.

"Well... I know."

The author has something to say:

old fashioned

Every character on the stage is a tool man who pushes Xiaoyou to Ando