[Tutor] I'm really just a weak dodder flower

I was born into a small family in Sicily.

The so-called family is one of the groups called "Mafia" that is abundant in Sicily.

The isolation of this island is also due to gang organizations such as the Mafia that originated in the Middle Ages-in some parts of Sicily, the actual government and law enforcement systems are strictly separated, and the legal government that relies on the law to maintain its operations is in the On the bright side, the government maintained by the mafia through violence exists as a shadow in the world.

However, there is an agreement between the legal government and the mafia. As long as they don't touch each other's fundamentals, everyone will turn a blind eye and shut one eye and play haha.

My birth was a total accident.

My great father raised two mistresses outside, no matter which one was younger, more beautiful and well-behaved than my mother.And my mother is the youngest daughter sent by another family to marry my father, or in other words, there is no emotional basis between them, and they are simply married for the sake of bonding.

After giving birth to my brother who was five years older than me, my father was completely dissolute, and it was common for him not to have sex with his mother for a year or so.Therefore, after learning that my mother was pregnant with me, my father once suspected that his wife had an affair with someone outside, so that I was taken out for a paternity test within 24 hours of my birth.

The result, of course, was a slap in the face.

I was born to my father, as if it were a fake.

Mother didn't express any opinion on this.After experiencing a failed marriage that she didn't want, she successfully shifted the focus of her life from maintaining the superficially peaceful relationship between husband and wife to the education of my brother and me, and successfully cultivated a qualified family heir.

My brother is excellent, in a general sense.

As early as when he was a student, he had always maintained a very high academic ranking. After graduation, he returned home as a matter of course and became the second in command of the family.

Speaking of the second in command of the family, in fact, the mother is quite satisfied with the father in this matter.He raised two mistresses outside, each of whom was younger and more beautiful than his mother, but neither of them could have children. I grew up all the way, and I never heard that I suddenly had an extra brother or sister.

When I entered a private aristocratic university in mainland Sicily, my father and my brother were undergoing a family purge.

After all, the mafia is a regime that relies on violent rule. People can easily lose themselves while gaining status and wealth. It is also one of the compulsory lessons for leaders to clear these lost people out of the family in time to prevent them from rotting in front of their eyes.

Thanks to the family reshuffle, I was going to Florence to study at a public university. My brother felt that it was not safe for me to go out alone, so he forced me back to Sicily.

The university he applied to me was a private aristocratic school on the surface, but in fact it was a mafia den.

How far is the den?Maybe the classmate who is still arguing with you in the classroom about how much maple syrup to add to muffins is the most suitable one will be the one who hastily graduated and left to inherit the family tomorrow because of the sudden death of the father at home.

Of course, not everyone needs to inherit the family, such as female relatives, and peripheral members who are not fully in touch with the power center.After all, it is a private school, as long as you are rich and well-behaved, there is no reason for the school not to accept you.

The female students in the school are further divided into two categories, one is the only daughter of a certain family, who is sent in by someone in the family to accumulate contacts so that she can become a decisive queen in the future, and the other is my brother who has no pressure to eat and wait to die vase.

Why do we say we are vases?

Because in the eyes of most people, we should be the kind of men who dress up glamorously, get acquainted with various families, and then marry ourselves as a beautiful bargaining chip at the right time to earn more resources for the family .

Of course, girls who are in the same position as me will not accept this view.Even if they are not the eldest daughters, they should have the so-called "individuality" and "freedom".

Girls want to make a name for themselves in college, so that they don't need to marry themselves casually, and maybe they can get a second-in-command position in the family and become a majestic "successful woman" ".

I am different from them.

I am a standard flirtatious slut, rather than working hard to learn all kinds of knowledge and then going out to participate in battles, and risking my life for status, I would rather be a social butterfly in a greenhouse, dealing with all kinds of men to get what I want.

I like money and power, and more than they themselves, I enjoy admiring the appearance of those powerful men bowing down under my pomegranate skirt and presenting what I want with their own hands.

If I worked out those things myself, I wouldn't be able to enjoy the way men are crazy about me.

In this regard, my classmate in the dormitory, Ms. Coulom, said that she could not understand.

Collom came to Sicily from Japan to go to university, and behind her is the famous Vengley family.I'm not quite sure what happened to Vengley to make the [-]th generation all-Asian, but that doesn't stop my friendship with Collom.

Friendship—at least I believe there is between me and Coulom.

The tenth generation leader of Vengley and his guardians came to Sicily with Kurom.But those people are not in the same grade as us, and they don't often meet each other. Really, the time that Collom and I get along is much longer than that of her family members.

I really like Columb.Who doesn't like beautiful and cute little flowers?

Although our three views are not so consistent.

Humans always require common ground while reserving differences in order to survive.Leaving aside the way of life and attitude towards men, Collom and I get along quite well in other aspects. Compared with those who satirize me face-to-face as "a dodder that can only survive by clinging to men", she arranges my "jewelry" behind the scenes. They were all cheated from men." The young ladies are too strong.

The heavens can learn from it, but I actually don't hate the description of "Cussil flower".

People only remember that the dodder needs to cling to other plants to survive, but they forget that it has the ugly nickname of "deadly noose".If I can really rely on beauty to confuse a certain man or a few men and slowly erode them and turn them into a few empty shells, I will probably be able to become famous in one battle.

But then I'm afraid I'll have to change from "dodder" to "poppy".

At that time, I walked back from a date in flaming high heels, planning to change clothes and go to another date.

Collom sat quietly in her place reading a book as usual, I hurriedly greeted her, and pulled out two breast pads from the small foreign dress with a neckline that couldn't be lowered any lower.

I think I look pretty good, at least with makeup on, I can easily confuse a lot of men.But my breasts are clearly below the average size of an Italian girl, so I always have to hide two breast pads in my skirt every time I go on a date.

Coulom had seriously suggested that I consider breast augmentation surgery, but I thought it would be absurd to have a bunch of non-meat stuffed into my breasts. After thinking about it for a while, I thanked her very seriously. kindly and declined the dangerous offer.

I threw the two sponge cushions on the bed, took out the makeup box from the bedside cabinet, and started to touch up my makeup.

It was only when the lipstick was replenished that I remembered that I stuffed the newly bought lambskin to Coulom two days ago and said that this red is very suitable for you. Do you want to try it? I don’t know how Collom puts it on. She Didn't try it, but I also forgot to ask her to get the lipstick back.

I'm actually pretty proud of having a same-sex friend who's close enough to share the same lipstick.

I closed my eyeshadow palette and called out to Coulom without looking up.

"Culom, what about the lipstick I gave you two days ago, take it out and let me use it."

My dear roommate didn't answer me, and a few seconds later, the lambskin, which hadn't even been opened, appeared in my sight.The one holding the lipstick is a hand with sharp knuckles, which doesn't look like a sweet and soft girl.

I froze for a few seconds, subconsciously raised my head.The young man with heterochromatic eyes continued to pass the lipstick, with a gentlemanly and decent smile on his face, as if he had no intention of explaining his appearance in the girls' dormitory.

Holy Mary, I swear I never knew my pretty cute little roommate would suddenly turn into a man.

Maybe he saw me digging out my chest pad with my bare hands.