[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

lonely report

The storm blew through the manor, Song Xin patted Logan's door with difficulty.

The night was quite deep, and the rain came in through the window. Song Xin stood barefoot at the door of Logan's room, and the corners of her nightdress were drenched.Song Xin didn't know how long she had been waiting, it might have been a lifetime, or it might have been right away—the door opened with a creak, and warm lights streamed into the cold corridor.

As the warm yellow light streamed in, Song Xin almost immediately rushed forward, hugging Logan tightly.

Logan was taken aback, and asked, "...what's wrong?"

Song Xin stood on tiptoe and kissed him forcibly. Song Xin's kissing skills were terrible. They kissed in the half-light and half-rainy corridor. After the kiss, Logan looked at Song Xin, confused.

Song Xin asked with difficulty: "Can we do something excessive?"

Logan: "..."

Song Xin held back her tears and squeezed into Logan's room. Logan had just packed his luggage. The room of the man living alone was not clean, but it wasn't dirty either. Song Xin repeated sadly: "Let's do...do something excessive. .I feel bad."

Then Song Xin heard Logan say, "Not tonight, Song Xin."

Song Xin was stunned, raised her head to look at Wolverine, and asked blankly, "What about tomorrow?"

"Do you have respect for me?" Logan said indifferently: "——you make me feel like I'm a one-night stand."

Logan Howlett: "Because you're hurting? — now that so much has happened we all need to be alone?"

Song Xin's tears welled up in her eyes.

He must have seen the news, Song Xin realized, it's better to say who in this school has not seen the news?

Song Xin felt ashamed and ashamed from the bottom of her heart, as if she had been stripped naked and dragged into the street, just like Queen Cersei of Westeros who had her hair shaved and her clothes paraded through the streets. That feeling couldn't even be described as cruel.

Those who communicate with you with sincerity will find that you are the inner response of some individuals with ulterior motives.Those who regard you as a child are like those who ponder you with the tenderest thoughts, and at last discover your pretense.

Song Xin originally had a lot of explanations to say.

——I was coerced, he grabbed my weakness at the time; he kidnapped me, he caught me on the way to work—but these words seemed weak and pale.

But who wants to hear such reasons?It will only make Song Xin look like a shirker.

Song Xin took two steps back.

Logan frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Am I being fierce?"

Song Xin shook her head silently, desperately suppressed her tears, and said to Logan, "No, no."

All the gods in this world were watching, all eyes were watching, Song Xin felt unable to breathe for a moment.

That was the day when the sword of Damocles hanging over Song Xin's head was finally cut down.

Logan's voice softened a little, and he comforted: "See you tomorrow."

Song Xin's fingers were trembling, her nose tip and eye sockets were flushed, Logan Howlett said to her, "Don't think so much, go to bed early, I'm going on a long trip soon."

Then, as if he remembered something, he peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed a piece of candy into Song Xin's mouth.

"After a few steps, I won't take you back." Logan said.

Then the sound of closing the door was extremely loud in the dark night, and Song Xin walked barefoot on the corridor in the middle of the night.

Song Xin had never been so thankful that it was late at night, there was no one in the hallway, and everyone was asleep.

The fact that even Logan can't accept it, is there any reason for other people in the academy to accept it?

Song Xin was trembling all over, she covered her mouth and wept silently in the corridor, it was a kind of loneliness and helplessness that could overwhelm people.Throughout the ages, no one has ever had such troubles. There are always new things under the sun. Song Xin asked herself, is she worthy of her conscience?

--sorry.

Song Xin trembled and raised her head to look at the crackling light bulb. The faint light was accompanied by the shame of being exposed to the light.

Then Song Xin ran back, changed her clothes, simply packed her computer and mobile phone into her schoolbag, and found the car keys that were about to fall out of the drawer. She ran outside Xavier campus to start her little broken Ford, and opened the car door , the driver's seat inside was thickly covered with a layer of dust.

Song Xin wiped the driver's seat, and in the middle of the night, went back to downtown New York alone.

The night was dark, and the fields in the distance seemed to be stained with ink, the rain fell, the street lamps were dim, and the lampshades were full of bugs.

Late night radio in the car, Justin Timberlake's Fivehundredmiles:

"I'tgobaethisaway..." The male voice was hoarse and vicissitudes in the darkness: "Lord I'm five hundred miles, away from home..."

Song Xin cried while driving, feeling that she was too embarrassed, like a refugee.

The road ahead is vast, and I don't know where the road is. There are only vast fields and rivers on rainy nights, villages and continuous rainstorms, and foreign countries.

Edith Le Pen was reclining on the sofa watching a variety show when she heard a late-night knock on the door.

As soon as she heard the knock on the door, her first reaction was to pick up the toilet lever at the door and wave it in her hand—very handy and lethal. Then when Edith opened the door, she saw a ghostly face outside. Song Xin.

Edith and Song Xin have known each other for many years. Since she was a freshman, she and Song Xin have rented together for five years.Edith helped Song Xin tear up the scumbag, Song Xin helped Edith with her homework, and even did Edith's cross-professional group activities, which can be regarded as a life-threatening friendship.

Edith was taken aback. Song Xin looked pale and thin, standing at the door without saying a word.

Edith Le Pen: "When you come back this time, you are not afraid of being robbed-how did you get so wet?"

Song Xin didn't answer, she just stood at the door and didn't come in, Edith could tell she had been hit when she saw it - Song Xin did the same thing when she got a B in the business law exam in her sophomore year.

"It's... the press conference today?" Edith asked suspiciously, "What's the big deal, what's wrong with being an informant, come in. I'll make hot cocoa for you."

Song Xin choked with sobs and nodded, then hugged Edith wetly.

Edith sighed, reached out and touched Song Xin's head: "Are you having trouble with your boyfriend?"

Song Xin didn't answer, Edith closed the door, found a bath towel and threw it to Song Xin, Song Xin choked up and said, "It's a good thing you won't be quiet with me."

Edith: "Are you stupid? Why should I be quiet with you? You haven't blocked my toilet for a long time, and I'm too happy to be happy."

Song Xin forced a smile, Edith sighed, and said to Song Xin: "The consequences are serious?"

Song Xin held back her tears and nodded, and Edith hugged her roommate.

"Cry out if you feel bad." Edith said softly, "...but Song Xin, this is the reality, either you face it bravely, or you will be smashed to pieces by it."

On the sofa in the apartment is Song Xin's big yellow duck pillow, the cushions and curtains are pink stripes, the floor is covered with a blue velvet carpet, and the lights are dim.

It was Song Xin's familiar environment, a place that could be called home, but it was still not home.

——But in such a world, such an environment is enough to feel at ease.

When Song Xin woke up on the sofa, it was after seven o'clock on Monday.

The alarm clock is ringing, nothing seems to have changed, and the summer in between has vanished without a trace.

Autumn is coming.

Song Xin rubbed her red eyes, pondered in the mirror for a long time, took out the foundation she hadn't used for 800 years from the cabinet, and put on a makeup in front of the mirror—covering the red eyes, Song Xin used to find it troublesome , never wear makeup.

Edith yelled from outside, "You need earth shades! Do you want concealer?"

Song Xin shouted in a nasal voice: "I have it! It's not that serious, the foundation can cover—"

Edith: "Make up more! Put on eyeliner, don't let someone come out and cry!"

Song Xin shouted: "Nonsense!"

"But there's an advantage." Edith said, "There were no reporters blocking our door yesterday, nor today. People obviously pay more attention to wizards than you."

Song Xin mocked: "But I guess I will be surrounded by my colleagues as soon as I enter the newspaper office. I bet you two dollars, do you want to bet?"

Edith: "...don't bet, because I think you'll be surrounded too."

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin said: "What color is better for lipstick?"

Edith shouted: "If you want to be aggressive, you can apply the coquettish bitch Lieyan Blue Gold 999, if you want to pretend to be weak, then don't apply it, it depends on which one you want to apply."

Song Xin: "...What if I don't want both?"

Edith: "Then commuter velvet 140 lip gloss, it's easy to use in summer."

Song Xin picked up a small frosted bottle, wiped off her lipstick, and went out.

Edith Le Pen said: "...Don't tell me, you really look like a dog when you put on makeup."

Song Xin forced a smile: "It's okay, I know I'm not ugly."

Edith sighed: "Do you want to consider going home? I think you will be under a lot of pressure staying in the United States. If you continue like this, you will collapse."

Song Xin smiled and said, "It's okay, am I really broken?"

"I can see it." Edith said, "I don't know if others can see it or not. Smile and look forward! ——Well, this will make you more energetic."

Song Xin smiled softly: "Yes."

"I went to work." Song Xin said gently, "Thank you for staying at home these two days because I didn't even turn on the TV."

Edith was stunned for a moment, and then said gently: "It should be, anyway, there is no good news when you open it now. Are you sure you have to go to work today, right?"

Song Xin found out the glasses that she hadn't worn for several years, put them on the bridge of her nose to cover her eyes, and said, "—Yes. Even if you don't want to go, you have to go. I already have to cancel my leave."

After a heavy rain, the streets of the city are filled with the moisture of early autumn.

Song Xin was still dressed in a bomber jacket and jeans, bought a sandwich, squeezed into the subway, and squeezed all the way to the surprise newspaper office during the heinously crowded morning rush hour.

Surprise Newspaper Office was the same as before, with people coming and going, neatly dressed security guards standing by the glass door, Song Xin showed her work ID, the little girl at the front desk looked at her more, Song Xin said unnaturally: "I'm here to sell the holidays. "

Before the little girl at the front desk had time to shout out, her colleagues all turned their heads and stared at Song Xin with exclusive eyes.

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin's complexion was pale, and she hadn't eaten for two days, so she was immediately surrounded by her as an exclusive.

"Song Ji Song Ji!" those people twittered and shouted: "Can I buy you a coffee at noon? Starbucks is just outside, and you can also have a meal, just talk about the recent big event—"

Song Xin was dizzy, being squeezed like this, she felt that her eyes were completely dark.

Song Xin said with difficulty: "I—I can't breathe—"

"Don't move! I came first! Song Ji, what would you like to have for lunch..."

Then a voice sounded: "Get out of the way. Please wait until noon for dinner, Song Xin, come out."

Song Xin was let go.She looked up, and Editor-in-Chief Luo said calmly outside: "She is from our office, everyone should leave first, those who should go to work. Song Xin, come with me."

……

Editor Luo's office is as tidy as ever.

There were manuscripts waiting for him to review on the table, colorful post-it notes were pasted on the computer, and the whole room was filled with the smell of ink. Editor Luo first took out a box of biscuits and asked, "Didn't you eat breakfast, Song Ji? "

Song Xin nodded, and whispered, "I'm sorry, editor-in-chief, I let you down."

Luo Chang: "Take a biscuit and eat it. I don't want to see you collapse in our office with hypoglycemia."

Song Xin obediently took a biscuit.

"Disappointed?" Luo Chang asked suspiciously, "No, Song Ji, you also took this matter too seriously. You finished your manuscript and did your part, so why would you let me down? "

Song Xin was stunned.

Luo Chang stroked his chin and said, "I also watched that press conference. I wanted to ask you if you have any further news about the magic world, but look at you—that Robert Wallace said on purpose that you are Their informants."

Song Xin nodded palely.

"You really offended him." Editor Luo looked at Song Xin sharply through the lens, "He came to trouble me once when you were in England. I expected him to treat you like this."

Song Xin held back tears.

Editor-in-chief Luo: "Eat biscuits. You make it difficult for me to do so."

"It doesn't matter if you're a mutant or the informant, even if you're a pumpkin." Editor-in-Chief Luo said, "The words you write won't change because of what you are—eat the biscuits."

Song Xin was trained by Editor-in-Chief Luo, but felt much better, so she ate the biscuit.

Song Xin whispered, "I...have I brought a lot of negative influence to the newspaper?"

Editor Luo nodded: "Yes."

Editor-in-Chief Luo sighed and said, "But there is still work to be done. Song Xin, as the editor-in-chief, I order you to sell the counterfeits now. I have three addresses here. You pick one and run a news report—"

Song Xin hummed, and then Editor Luo handed her the box of biscuits for Song Xin to take away.

"But as a friend of your father's undergraduate days—" Editor-in-Chief Luo looked at Song Xin and said kindly, "I hope you can take a vacation now and go home.——Your parents miss you very much, Song Xin."

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