[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

It rained rustlingly at night.The cold rain fell on the window sill, and the wind was soaked in mist. Song Xin sat in front of Xavier's school gate in her pajamas and held an umbrella, and called Song's mother.

Song Xin asked softly, "Mom?"

Song's mother was taken aback: "What's wrong today, Xinxin, do you still remember to call your mother?"

The whole school was asleep, she was holding an umbrella, and the rain was hitting the flowers and plants in the dark.

Mother Song asked worriedly: "Xinxin, what's wrong? Are you wronged?"

Song Xin shook her head, stretched out her hand and pulled a flower: "No, I'm fine - work is also going well. Mom, don't worry."

Song's mother breathed a sigh of relief: "...That's good. What's the matter, we are here at two o'clock in the afternoon, isn't it early in the morning in New York? Why didn't you sleep?"

Song Xin said with difficulty: "Actually... I just want to talk to you. I have encountered some things and I don't know what to do."

Mother Song was taken aback: "What's the matter? Tell Mom about it?"

"Mom..." Song Xin said in embarrassment, "...I just think, why am I living such a pale life?"

Song Xin felt very uncomfortable as she spoke: "I have accepted the fact that I am just a mortal since I was very young, Mom, I always know intellectually that I should be like this, but why...why am I always like this? Are you old enough to accept it?"

Song Xin tremblingly said: "Mom, I know you want to tell me to marry a good man, work hard, cater to the boss, and don't cause trouble... What's wrong with being ordinary, how stable is ordinary, isn't it? Is it good?"

"But I don't want to hear this." Song Xin said in a low voice, "I don't want to hear, mom, why am I so ordinary... I'm so ordinary that I can't find it in the crowd. I live ordinary, like a passerby."

Song Xin's mother was taken aback, and asked on the other end of the phone, "Xinxin, have you fallen in love with someone?"

Song Xin was so frightened that she almost burst into tears: "Mom?"

Mother Song said softly: "I didn't run away. I have a little brother I like. Otherwise, would my Xinxin be so abnormal?"

Song Xin was terrified but said honestly: "...Forget it, take it for granted."

Song's mother said: "I see that you are peeing, and you don't intend to tell me about him. But the other party is probably a very remarkable person."

Song Xin said: "...Well, it's amazing."

Mother Song: "So you have low self-esteem, you feel that you are not worthy of him, and you feel that you are not in the same world as him."

Song Xin's eyes were red, she nodded slightly and said, "...um."

In the long rainy night, daisies bloom in the field like stars.

Song Xin's mother sighed, and said: "It's really not easy... Mom has been waiting for you to ask this question for almost ten years. Other girls have been in love for several times, and it's the first time you came here to ask Mom this question." question."

Song Xin was taken aback: "Huh?"

Mother Song said: "I will draw the main point of the sentence for you: the girl from other people's family has been in love for several times, but you are zero. Forget it, I came here to ask anyway, didn't I?"

Song Xin's mother said: "Xinxin, first of all, you have to distinguish between the momentary temptation and the love that wants to go on together."

Song Xin's face turned red, and this topic with her mother made her very confused. Mother Song said again: "I don't recommend you spend too much time on the former. Those who indulge in it for a while are irresponsible to both parties. But if you don't If so, Xinxin, let me ask you—does that person have a regular relationship?"

Song Xin shook her head: "No, but he seems to have a cinnabar mole on his heart."

Mother Song: "..."

Mother Song said: "...I am more worried about you, Xinxin, you are so stupid, can you compare with others?"

Song Xin: "..."

There is no better knowing daughter than a mother, Song Xin clutched her chest and continued to listen to her mother's teachings.

Mother Song changed the subject: "—but Xinxin."

"The ordinary and extraordinary in this world are created by yourself." Mother Song said: "The more you go forward, the more you will realize this. And there is no such thing as 'you are too ordinary' and not worthy of others, it is you You have too low self-esteem to be worthy of it.”

"Even a sage is confused when it comes to love. It's not surprising that you have forgotten it." Song's mother said softly, "Xinxin, if there is a certain type of problem you can't do, what should you do?"

Song Xin asked without thinking: "Is there anything I can't do?"

"Then what should you do if you are too ordinary?" Mother Song asked gently.

Song Xin suddenly woke up.

Madeleine was lying on the bed, lazily watching Song Xin pack her luggage. Song Xin seemed to be on a dick, busy with her small suitcase.

Madeleine asked: "How many days will you go for the academic exchange?"

Song Xin thought for a while: "Two weeks, I remember like this."

Madeleine said meaningfully: "The teacher who leads the team is Logan?"

Song Xin covered her ears and stole the bell: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Madeleine waited patiently for her to finish, and said casually, "Seriously, Song Xin, if I were a boy, you would be my favorite type of little girl."

Song Xin blushed immediately: "Madeleine, you are six years younger than me, little girls don't use it like that—"

Madeleine lay down lazily and said, "However, my mental age is ten years older than yours, Song Xin. But the problem is that I'm not a man, and I'm not Ji Ji."

Song Xin folded her coat a few times and stuffed it into the suitcase. The afternoon was sunny and bright, and Madeleine added casually, "That's why I didn't see you, so don't be too sentimental."

Song Xin said angrily, "I still don't like you! Hmph!"

Madeleine coaxed a child and said, "Well——Okay, okay, I don't like it or not. After you go, be more reserved. You have the ability to put everything in your head on your face."

Song Xin was struck by lightning: "Really?!"

Madeleine looked at Song Xin and nodded seriously.

Song Xin fell into deep thought, and came to a conclusion after a while: "Don't worry! I will wear a mask!"

Madeleine: "..."

Madeleine said in a heartbroken voice, "That's not the point, is it?!"

However, after that night, Song Xin never saw Logan except in class.

Song Xin was facing a two-week overseas exchange, running back and forth between Westchester and the newspaper office every day, as busy as a two-hundred-pound dog, and didn't even care about her budding little arrowhead.

People always have to eat when they live in this world, Song Xin thought, her manuscript that was typed back by Editor-in-Chief Luo had been revised no less than four times, and finally it became a report that even she thought was bloody.

But what Song Xin has to admit is that this is what the news should look like. Editor-in-Chief Luo pursues a heavy sense of paper media, which is different from the light reports of recent online media. Without reservation, the nudity he pursues even makes people feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable after watching it.

Song Xin tried her best to incorporate some personal style into it. Song Xin likes to write something light-hearted, with British humor and the like—to counteract the seriousness that editor-in-chief Luo pursues.

Editor-in-Chief Luo didn't object, but pointed out a few parts where the wording was wrong and asked Song Xin to correct it.

Editor-in-Chief Luo and Song Xin have similar educational backgrounds, they are both from the Top 10, and their academic qualifications can be called glittering.But unlike Song Xin, Editor-in-Chief Luo's resume is very beautiful:

——He followed up many reports in the paper media in the early years, and a few reports have even lingered until now, but his style is too sharp, and his identity is not American. It made me feel bad, and I haven't personally followed up any topics since then.

Later, the paper media declined, and the emerging online media no longer used this serious literary reporting mode—but editor Luo probably still pursued this style out of years of habit and persistence.

……

On a midsummer night in June, fireflies danced on the grass in Westchester. The fireflies flew into the library window and landed on Song Xin's laptop.

Song Xin didn't wash her hair for three days, drank the coffee in a disheveled manner, stared at the screen until her eyes were bloodshot, and then knocked out the last full stop with a bang, as if looking for revenge.

Song Xin shouted liberatedly: "It's finished—!"

There were not many people left in the library, and no one cared about Song Xin yelling twice, even if she was lying on the ground rolling, no one cared.What's more, they are all familiar faces in the night, and the atmosphere is very tolerant.

Song Xin closed the document, and the desktop was full of word files, which were: report, report first draft, report second draft, report final draft, report never to be changed, and report final draft.

A line popped up on the screen: Do you want to save the changes to the first draft of the final draft of the story.doc?

Song Xin muttered to herself, "I'm really good."

Song Xin clicked OK, feeling as if she had handed in her undergraduate thesis again, and she felt as if she was going bald.

She emailed the file to Editor-in-Chief Luo, vowed that she would not change it even if she died, then shut down, packed up the computer and went back to sleep.

……

Xavier School's library is on the fourth floor, and Song Xin's dormitory is on the other side of the second floor. She looked at her watch and found that it was already twelve o'clock, so she carried her schoolbag and ran downstairs lightly.

Then when passing by another dormitory on the second floor, Song Xin suddenly wanted to take a look at Logan's bedroom.

Song Xin was very ashamed that she had such a perverted idea, but she somehow felt that if she saw that Wolverine's bedroom was also lit, she would be a little indescribably happy.

Life is so social, Song Xin thought, is it wrong to make myself happy?of course not.

Like a voyeur, Song Xin tiptoed into the X-Men's dormitory. The dormitory was winding, only the dim wall lamp was shining, and the draft blew by. Song Xin carefully stepped on the wooden floor. There was a very slight squeak.

Then Song Xin saw a tall figure there.

Logan opened the door and came out of his room.Song Xin immediately took three steps back in fright, but she immediately realized that Wolverine didn't see her.

...The ability was actually activated at this time.Song Xin felt that her luck had finally improved for once.

At such a late hour, it was already twelve o'clock, why did Logan not only stay awake, but also come out?Then she saw Logan close the door and go down the stairs.

Song Xin was confused, but she couldn't control herself, so she followed him down.

Logan went downstairs and entered the sleeping area on the first floor. He took a few steps forward and stopped in front of a door.

The action of him reaching out to touch the door panel seemed to be nostalgic, with heavy emotions that had accumulated for decades. The emotions were so heavy that they could not be touched. Just looking at them made people feel extremely sad.

——Song Xin realized almost immediately: that was the room of Qin and Cyclops.

Song Xin wanted to beat herself to death with a stick. An indescribable sadness welled up in her heart. Wouldn't there be nothing like this after going back to the dormitory?

Song Xin ran away.

But what are Song Xin's characteristics?It's bad luck.

The next second she slammed and tripped over the decorative pillar next to the wall with the Cupid stone sculpture, Cupid slammed to the ground, making a deafening roar that could wake the deaf!

——Song Xin dropped a large character with a thud, and rolled three times in pain.

Song Xin felt that she was really the most unlucky person in the world, her eyes were red with pain, she got up tremblingly and was about to flee the scene of the accident.Wouldn't it be nailed to the shame column of voyeurism if found out——

But then, Song Xin heard a sentence:

Logan asked complicatedly: "What are you doing here?"

The author has something to say: Thanks Huoxiangzhengqishui, Erzi, Hanamura Xiaobawang his brother, Nanbeisheng and Yingzizi Yingyingzi for their nutrient solution!

Thank you Hanamura Xiaobawang for his brother's landmine =3=! ! !

Then the following is the V announcement TAT...

It has been exactly one month since the opening of this article, and now under the notice and encouragement of the editor, it will be entered into V tomorrow!At that time, ten thousand changes will be dropped!

I really hope that everyone can go on with me... I am very, very afraid of stand-alone wow——

All in all, the top 100 comments have... There are red envelopes TvT

Then the same sentence QAQ

Let's go down together, okay? (Crying bitterly)