How to survive in a world full of weird talk [Comprehensive fear]

In the resplendent hall, neon lights flicker, and elegant music flows slowly.

Because it was a temporary social ball, there were not too formal requirements - such as dance partners and attire, but the men and women in the ball were still in suits and leather shoes with flying skirts.

The school students, whose atmosphere has been suppressed for a long time, seem to have finally ushered in a chance to release their emotions.

In the hall, there was a lot of drinking and laughter, but there were some exceptions.

Belch picked up a glass of red wine and looked back silently.

The girl with long golden hair was sitting on the sofa in the corner of the hall, beside the sofa was a tall ornamental vase, and the dense indoor green plants tightly blocked the sight of everyone at the ball.

It also almost covered most of her figure.

If you don't take a second look, you will definitely not find that there is still a person sitting here.

Belch took a sip of his wine, and when he turned his head, he suddenly saw an extra person beside him.

The girl with thick black long hair was smiling. She was wearing a floor-length burgundy dress. She had a sexy figure and her plump red lips were slightly raised. Clinked on the red wine glass: "Hi, Belch—"

"You're famous, I've heard of you." The beautiful and flamboyant girl's lips curled slightly, her gray-blue eyes were like iced blue orange wine with intoxicating hooks, and she looked at Belch affectionately.

Belch was stunned, and recognized that this was the most famous and most popular girl in the school——

The proven courtesan Jennifer.

Belch talked to Jennifer for the first time. Facing this sexy and beautiful stunner, the adolescent boy was a little at a loss. He stammered back: "I, I know you too...you are the cheerleader Jennifer. You— "

"I remember that on the day of the fire, you also went to Music Lane. Fortunately, you are fine."

Belch tried not to be so dull in front of the school girl - at least not a boy who couldn't even speak when he was nervous.

But after racking his brains to come up with a word of concern, he suddenly realized that he might as well not have said these words—this ballroom dance was originally held to relieve the pain in people's hearts from the fire, but he deliberately The fire was mentioned again in front of those who witnessed the fire.

Belch: "..." He wanted to slap himself twice.

The eyes of the people around fell on Belch and the girl next to him. After all, Jennifer's beauty was dazzling and flamboyant, and her own reputation was enough to attract everyone's attention in this school dance.

However, Jennifer is worthy of being a social butterfly in the campus society. She seemed not to hear anything, and automatically ignored Belch's untimely speech. She took a step forward with a smile in her eyes, and approached Belch: "Actually, I have been following you for a long time."

Belch: "...?"

He stared at Jennifer in a daze, before the joy of being noticed by the school girl surged up, he heard Jennifer continue to say: "Tonight's dance—maybe I can invite you?"

Belch was shocked. Seeing Jennifer lifting up a lock of her hair seductively and playing with it in her hands, she smiled ambiguously at herself. Her first reaction was to look back at that corner.

He silently glanced at the corner, and then looked at Jennifer. The opportunity to dance with the school beauty was in front of him, but Belch still firmly and painfully refused: "Sorry, but I may not be able to."

The expression in Jennifer's misty blue eyes seemed to froze suddenly, "Why?"

Belch suppressed his regret, tried his best to keep his face calm, and said calmly: "Because my parents have set rules for me, I can't stay outside before eight o'clock, I have to go home."

The girl with a sexy figure seemed to be amused, her eyes swept over the corner Belch had just looked at, and then moved closer to the boys' bodies: "Belch, do you know why I pay attention to you?"

The cool breath exhaled by Jennifer touched her ears, and Belch, who had never had a relationship with the opposite sex, froze, her mind went blank, and she shook her head blankly.

"Because you are rebellious, unlike those mediocre scumbags..." Jennifer smiled faintly, caressing the thin chest of the platinum short-haired boy with her slender fingers: "Do you know? I have admired you for a long time because of you The wild, tyrannical, domineering—"

"I don't know, it turns out that you are a good baby in private."

Belch: "..."

He subconsciously opened his eyes in horror, and instantly broke away from the state of being praised by the school belle, and took two steps back.

Wild, arrogant, domineering?

Is this talking about him? !

Belch swallowed twice, looked back at the corner of the hall, and found that he said to Jennifer seriously and seriously: "Don't talk nonsense!! I have always been an obedient and good person."

If his sister heard the above adjectives... Belch shuddered unconsciously, and the gaze he looked at Jennifer changed from obsession to resentment.

He and this girl had no grievances in the past, nor did they have any grudges recently, why did she murder him like this!

Jennifer: "..."

Seeing Belch's eyes suddenly looking like an enemy, her fingers holding the wine glass suddenly turned pale.

Is this person sick?

Belch's face was extremely solemn: "I have broken off friendship with Henry and the others long ago. Now I am a good person. I will correct my conduct, be dedicated to goodness, and establish a correct outlook on life, values, and world outlook; Love children, strive to be a person who is useful to oneself, to family, to classmates, to society..."

He summed it up earnestly: "So the rebellious, wild, and arrogant you mentioned... have nothing to do with me!"

What Jennifer said scared him to death. Fortunately, his sister didn't hear it, but out of stress and peace of mind, Belch still memorized the "How to Be a Good Person" that Sidelle threw to him first. again.

Jennifer stared affectionately at the boy in front of her, with a constant smile on her face, and she confirmed it in her heart.

He is just sick.

Jennifer took two deep breaths, but she wasn't about to give up—

She drank the red wine in her glass and looked towards the corner of the hall with a smile: "Is the girl sitting there your dance partner? As far as I know, tonight's hot show will start at 08:30... Are you going to leave the poor girl alone?"

Belch was inexplicable: "She is my sister, she will go with me."

He thought about it for two seconds, and suddenly understood something - as a woman and a school belle, Jennifer must have felt ashamed when she took the initiative to initiate a dance invitation, and Belch felt a little guilty for rejecting Jennifer. He said: " My sister was very strict with me - it was her family rule not to come home too late."

"So it's not your reason that I reject you, you are really attractive, Jennifer."

Belch plucked up the courage to say this, and didn't dare to look at the charming black-haired girl in front of him again. He lowered his head and wanted to leave, but was stopped by a hand.

Jennifer reached out, took the red wine in his hand, and stuffed the empty wine glass in her hand into the boy's hand.

Belch was taken aback, and heard Jennifer chuckle and ask, "Since you can't dance with me, can you always give me a glass of wine?"

She took a sip from the wet glass, leaving a bright lipstick mark, and her seductive gaze never left Belch's eyes until the boy seemed to react suddenly, his face flushed and he was holding the empty wine glass and walked away. escape.

It wasn't until Belch's figure disappeared into the crowd that Jennifer looked away lightly.

Her gaze swept around in the air, and finally landed on the corner of the hall. She turned the glass in her hand a few times, and smiled beautifully and gracefully.

Jennifer wore a burgundy off-the-shoulder long dress with beautiful lines on her exposed shoulders. As she walked to the corner, she also attracted the attention of many people at the ball.

"Hi, sweetheart," Jennifer stood still in front of the person sitting in the corner of the sofa, with a charming smile and a very sweet tone: "Why do you want to hide in the corner by yourself instead of going for a drink?"

Wearing casual attire, she didn't look like she was going to a ball at all. The blond girl with an astonishingly low presence from beginning to end seemed to realize that someone was talking to her. She raised her head slowly, revealing a face with almost perfect features, beautiful The look of tiredness in the faint blue eyes was dimmed in the bright and dark lights.

Jennifer's confident smile froze suddenly.

She thinks she is beautiful, and she is also used to acting public because of her beauty, and doesn't care much about other people's feelings.

Before she came, she saw this gloomy girl hiding in a corner, and thought she might be a girl like her best friend, Nitty—ordinary, dull, and unsophisticated.

... Now it seems that the opposite seems to be the case.

The outstandingly beautiful blond girl looked up at her coldly, as if she was not ready to speak.

Jennifer's eyes seemed to be a little deeper than before.

Although it was different from what she expected, she still leaned over to the girl sitting on the sofa, and the glass of red wine shook gently on her right hand covered in manicure: "Belch told me that you are his sister, so I just wanted to come over and have a look—don't be so cold, I'd be sad, sweetheart."

"Your brother is such a nice kid..." She giggled: "It's just too young, so young that you still need to be controlled by your family - but I think you are only in your teens, so you really won't worry too much Become an old woman?"

The tone is familiar and frivolous, it seems to be joking, and it seems to be ironic.

"Sometimes," Jennifer swayed the bright red wine in her glass, with a smile on her plump lips, overlooking the girl on the sofa from above, as if she was looking at a lower creature of a different order: "It's better to learn to let go— — taking control of that poor boy's life like a psycho so that even a bystander like me began to feel pity."

The blond girl looked at her indifferently, her expression was indifferent, she still didn't seem to have any emotional waves, but the brows seemed to move slightly.

"You like him?" she asked.

Jennifer handed her the wine glass in her hand, with a hint of innocent gloom in her smile: "Yeah, your brother is great, I like it a lot—by the way, would you like some red wine?"

Bright red lipstick was printed on the rim of the glass. Facing the blond girl, Jennifer smiled and said, "I handed the girl my own wine at the dance... It seems that your brother doesn't listen to your sister very much."

"Learn to relax some of the demands - good for yourself and your family, isn't it?"

The blond girl stared at the slim-waisted glass stained with lipstick.

She was silent for two seconds, then reached out to take the wine glass, pinched the handle of the glass with two slender fingers, shook the glass gently, her eyes were dim, as if she was looking at the red lip marks.

The smile on Jennifer's face grew wider, and she saw the girl on the sofa calmly said to her, "Can you lean in a little bit?"

She narrowed her eyes, thinking that the girl was going to tell her something.

Jennifer leaned forward slightly.

Sidel shook the little wine left in the glass, her eyes were cold.

The next moment, she waved her hand lightly, and the glass containing the red wine shattered.

It hit Jennifer on the head.