I have special communication skills

Chapter 20 Taboo
At this moment, Teacher Zhang said slowly: "By the way, you should also apply for two events in the sports meeting."

The first place in the sports meeting is just a broken medal and a notebook, Yang Mianmian doesn't like it.

"Otherwise, the long rope requires fifty people, as does the tug-of-war. Do you participate in the team competition?" There are only more than 50 people in the whole class, and almost the whole class is required to participate in such a shameful event like broadcasting exercises.

Yang Mianmian understood what he meant, and decided to choose: "I will run the 800-meter and 400-meter obstacle course!"

These two are the most unpopular events, and girls are generally reluctant to participate, but those who run 800 meters have benefits and can not participate in the following group events, so she chose this decisively.

Teacher Zhang put away the registration form, went around the class again, and left with satisfaction.

Yang Mianmian sighed: Well, she has to bow her head under the eaves, so she can only admit that this kind of old fritters that have been taught for decades is really not something fresh and tender children can handle.

After registering on Wednesday, the numbers will be issued on Friday. They are dirty and old, and need to be pinned behind the back. Yang Mianmian's number is: 444.

She held the rag between two fingers, watching it cry pitifully: "I'm covered in dust, please help me wash it (┳_┳)."

Yang Mianmian sighed. After thinking about it for a long time, she was embarrassed, and finally went to the toilet and stuffed it under the faucet to rinse it, and squeezed some hand sanitizer to rub it.

It is so comfortable that it almost flies into the sky: "It's so plain, it's great, take me to take a bath and let me fly︿(?︶?)︿"

After washing, Yang Mianmian took advantage of the sun to shine on the window sill, took a notebook and pressed it so as not to be blown away by the wind, and then the whole English class, she heard it singing: "I love to take a bath and the skin is good~ ~ la la la ~ ~ wash, wash, take a shower ~~~"

After repeating a class like this, she no longer remembers how to sing that song.

In short, on Saturday, the sports meeting will begin.

Early in the morning, the mountain bike Yang Mianmian was riding encouraged her: "Come on! Mianmian! Mianmian! Come on!"

It wasn't the only thing that was exciting, as soon as they entered the classroom, the whole class was immersed in a kind of excitement. The boys had already moved the desks and chairs to the playground. Yang Mianmian took a romance novel from the desk and went down. Class took up a shady spot on the playground. The weather was still cold at the end of October. In the morning, he had to wear a thin coat, but at noon he could only wear short sleeves.

She threw her schoolbag on a chair with the flow of people and was driven to queue.

Oh, by the way, a major feature of the sports meeting is the entrance. Every class plays tricks, those who shout slogans, those who line up in square formation, those who wear the same class uniform, and the Eight Immortals cross the sea to show their magical powers.

So the students in Class [-] also wore the same red love T-shirts with a white background. Everyone wore dark pants. Only Si Xiaowen had the same class uniform on top and a pink sports skirt on the bottom. She was the leader of the team. , so I put on light makeup today, which is particularly eye-catching.

Yang Mianmian was wearing her faded blue T-shirt and pink sports cropped pants, and sat on a chair pretending to sleep.

She didn't have money for the shift uniform, so she didn't buy it, so she didn't have to participate in that silly-looking entrance ceremony.

"Mianmian..." So many chairs were carefully moved, for fear of touching her sensitive little heart.

Yang Mianmian put her school uniform on her face and smiled sullenly: "I'm fine."

She remembered that when Si Xiaowen came to collect the class fee at the beginning of school, she said, "I don't have any money." Si Xiaowen was impatient: "You can't get the 20 yuan class fee, it's for our class. something."

"I have no money." She gave her a very calm look.

Then Zheng Jiamin came over and said something, and Si Xiaowen snorted: "It's okay if you don't pay, and don't touch the things we bought with class fees in the future."

She didn't say anything at the time, but last year the class held a party on New Year's Day and bought a lot of apples, oranges, melon seeds, toffee and peanuts. Si Xiaowen came over with the bag and looked at her with a half-smile. Yang Mianmian packed her schoolbag, Turn around and leave.

As soon as she walked out of the school gate, her vision became blurred, and half of her face was hot, as if she had been slapped hard.

That's a really bad memory.She forced herself not to think about it anymore, and it happened that the second grade had already entered the arena, and the students returned to the stands one after another. She took off the school uniform covering her head and stretched her waist.

At that time, the warm sunshine just happened to shine over her. She squinted her eyes slightly. The outline of her body was like a painting with rough edges. Only a pair of beautiful almond eyes shone like lake water, which were particularly attractive. Her expression could not be described. How touching, one leg is still on the chair in front, people are not sitting up straight, but beautiful is beautiful, the reason why beautiful women attract people's attention is because even if they are standing or sitting, they are beautiful without bones It has to be eye-catching.

At this moment, students from several classes were swarming over. She was sitting alone on the high platform, even though she was ruthless and touching.

Even if she is as proud as Si Xiaowen, she has to admit that Yang Mianmian is really good-looking. You can say that she has thousands of bad things, but when she is beautiful, everyone will look at her. No matter who is standing, it will be overshadowed.

And Yang Mianmian saw so many people coming, she stood up after stretching her waist, her head shook slightly, and her hair flicked away like a shampoo commercial, occupying all eyes, she stood up and went to the top. Walking on that floor, the footsteps are light like a cat.

A few girls couldn't help whispering: "Has she ever learned to dance? I think her walking posture is different from ours."

The other immediately retorted: "How can she have the money to learn dancing? I heard that Si Xiaowen studied ballet."

"Si Xiaowen is not as good-looking as her."

"That's true." Another one immediately interjected to express his opinion, "And Si Xiaowen puts on makeup, how can Yang Mianmian have the money to buy cosmetics, she can't even afford ten yuan a lipstick in a small shop!"

Si Xiaowen: "..."

Therefore, no matter how beautiful Yang Mianmian is, people will not think that she is wearing makeup or plastic surgery, because...she is poor!

There were only 50m and 100m events in the morning, so it was a good way to warm up. Yang Mianmian had one race in the morning and one in the afternoon tomorrow, so she covered her face with a novel and went to sleep.

Dimly, I heard someone talking to her: "Do you like watching "Lolita"?"

She took down the book, glanced at the familiar man sitting next to her, and handed the book to him: "If you want to read it, I can borrow it from you."

She finished it anyway.

"What do you think of Humbert's feelings for Lolita?" Hu Yilin smiled, as if she had a soft light in the sun, and she heard the girls sitting next to her turn their heads.

One answered boldly: "It's beautiful, the more taboo something is, the more attractive it is."

This answer made Hu Yilin's smile deepen. He looked at the delicate girl with affection, "I think so too."

The girl, who was looked at so tenderly by the male god, suddenly blushed, and couldn't speak a word after faltering.

"What do you think, classmate?" Hu Yilin turned his gaze back to Yang Mianmian's face.

She smirked: "Sorry, I haven't read it yet." She stuffed the book into her schoolbag, picked it up and left, this time she didn't even bother to say hello.

"What, Dr. Hu actually gave her a face when she talked to her!"

"It's amazing how beautiful it is!"

Yang Mianmian heard their whispers, but she didn't seem to have heard them. She focused all her attention on what Hu Yilin's watch said just now.

"Run away, you have become his prey."

She didn't know why the watch that never spoke suddenly said such a sentence to her, but this sentence had already made him shudder, and he didn't want to stay for a second longer.

Prey, what does this mean? Is it purely about hunting beauty, or does it refer to something else?Yang Mianmian stopped suddenly in the middle of walking.

I have to say that while this incident aroused her vigilance, it also aroused her curiosity. She didn't want to cause trouble, but this incident always made her uneasy.

Is it necessary to find out and see if I am thinking too much?
Her intuition told her that this person was more dangerous than Zhou Dazhi. When Zhou Dazhi committed the crime, he even opened his mouth with a key ring, but the things around Hu Yilin didn't dare to say a word, and the silence was too much.

Yang Mianmian has never met such a person. Although the personalities of the items she has seen so far are different, she has never had such a secretive attitude.

Also, the objects in the infirmary are just as chatty and gossipy as the others, and they must be unaware.

Only those things that are worn close to the body know certain things, and those things silence them.

She was wandering around on a bicycle while thinking wildly, and when she came to her senses, she found that it was not the way home. In this way, she simply wandered aimlessly. There are many characteristic buildings in Nancheng, such as Shikumen, which combines Chinese and Western styles. That area has become one of Nancheng's attractions, full of bars, cafes and handicraft shops.

Of course, high consumption, so this is not where Yang Mianmian will stay.But she stopped because she saw a very familiar person.

That should be Jing Chu's girlfriend, Luo Peipei. Although she was only seen once at Time Restaurant last time, Yang Mianmian did not forget her.

This is a beautiful, delicate, and fashionable woman. She will wear the popular styles of famous big brands, pointed high heels, long wavy hair, and her exquisite makeup will always be impeccable.

In fact, Yang Mianmian was quite curious about Luo Peipei, but from the outside, Jing Chu and Luo Peipei seemed to be a good match, but Jing Chu, who faced all kinds of cruel cases every day, had nothing to do with him. Does such a petty bourgeois woman who is surrounded by fashion and food every day really have a common language?
She didn't know that she was the truth.

At this time, Luo Peipei was sitting in a rather romantic cafe drinking coffee. She was wearing a white professional suit today. The small suit and trousers set her off very neatly. The goose-yellow silk scarf she wears adds a touch of femininity. The bright red high-heeled shoes are very colorful and very eye-catching. There is a unique ring on her finger. It can be said that Luo Peipei's outfit today is very outstanding. , absolutely in line with her identity as a fashion magazine editor.

And at this moment, a well-dressed man came over and bowed slightly, as if apologizing for his lateness. Luo Peipei smiled and said something, and he opened the chair and sat down. The two happily Let's talk.

Yang Mianmian thought about it for a minute, and decided not to move. She went to a nearby stall to buy a popsicle, the cheapest one, $1, and the price was heartbreaking.

But eating popsicles while leaning against the railing and pretending to enjoy the scenery doesn't seem to attract so much attention.

(End of this chapter)