18. Chapter 18

These days, many magazines or websites like to do this, just like a bunch of people cheering, very trendy.

Yuan Yuanyuan had voted for her two-dimensional idol before, but the last time was a few years ago, so she was quite familiar with the process.

When she went to Mengman, she found that the announcement that had been floating on the homepage and had been ignored for several days was actually Mengman’s announcement about this competition.

Well... it must be the competition, otherwise there is no other explanation.

Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the contestants below, who were displayed in rows like commodities.

The results of the vote will be announced along with the website, and readers can check them online anytime and anywhere.

Yuan Yuanyuan nervously typed the name of "Yao Ji" in the search bar, and then looked at the current "contestants" of "Yao Ji"... She was actually one of them.

And the name was also very strange, three dry words.

- "Man in black".

The picture next to it is a screenshot of her first two magazines. She is wearing black clothes and has red eye wrinkles. It can be said that this is her most handsome photo.

However, compared with other names, nicknames, and even fan club names, she feels that this name is too cold.

Yuan Yuanyuan felt a little sad. She turned off her phone, packed up and prepared to go out to see how the pub was.

In fact, this game is also a disguised competition among rich guys. After all, according to the website, a postcard is counted as a ticket. In other words, such a ticket costs thirty yuan. People like Yuan Yuanyuan and the poor students are definitely not willing to buy more copies to rush for a ranking.

So now Xiaoying is asking for postcards everywhere... Since she gave the ribs to Yuan Yuanyuan last time, her mother hasn't given her pocket money like before for a long time.

Yuan Yuanyuan walked to the front of the pub and found that there were a few more bodyguards at the door than usual. She didn't know where these bodyguards came from, but she knew that once an unfamiliar person approached, they would distinguish whether the person was a human or a monster.

However, Yuan Yuanyuan did not enter from the front door, but went around to the back and walked in through the back door.

When she opened the door, she saw a boy in a white shirt standing in the room. The boy looked only in his early twenties, about 1.8 meters tall, standing in the place where Yuan Yuanyuan usually washed cups, with his back to Yuan Yuanyuan, washing the cups.

"Uh... Hello, where is Sister Lizi?" Yuan Yuanyuan walked forward and asked.

The boy's action of washing the cups suddenly stopped.

...

The atmosphere at that time was like the air suddenly stagnated, Yuan Yuanyuan also stopped suddenly, and her eyes suddenly glanced around involuntarily.

"In front."

Just when Yuan Yuanyuan felt something was wrong. But when she was still confused, she suddenly heard the boy in front of her speak.

He spoke in a low voice, mumbling, without moving his lips much, and Yuan Yuanyuan even felt that he trembled.

... To be honest, when the boy trembled, Yuan Yuanyuan was startled.

She felt as if she had done something bad and scared the boy.

The boy seemed to be a very introverted person. He stood with his back to Yuan Yuanyuan, wearing a white shirt and washed jeans. Coincidentally, Yuan Yuanyuan was wearing the same outfit now.

According to her own experience, the boy had worn the pants for at least ten years... The shirt was shorter, maybe five or six years.

An experience that sounds a bit sad.

With just a rough glance, Yuan Yuanyuan saw the boy's appearance clearly.

Just from a distance, and the light was too dim, Yuan Yuanyuan couldn't see the boy's hair. She thought it was the very common Japanese-style half-long fresh style.

As a result, when she got closer, Yuan Yuanyuan was stunned again.

The boy's hair... was very strange. Although it looked roughly in shape from a distance, it was all broken up when you looked closely. There was almost no intact place. Strands were put together, and it looked like someone had cut it casually with scissors...

No, it can't be described like that. It should be like someone else had cut it with scissors.

The others refer to the little hooligans in the school who bully students and deliberately cut other students' hair with scissors. The boy's hair was cut unevenly from the top of his head to the ends of his hair.

Yuan Yuanyuan took a look and forced herself to look away.

I don't know why... she felt guilty for the first time in a long time. She always felt that it was not good to stare at other people's hair like this...

In addition, to be honest, if it weren't for the quietness in the room, Yuan Yuanyuan couldn't even hear what he was saying...

"Uh... your cups are clean. Have you been helping me these two days?" Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the rows of washed cups next to her. The drops of water dripped down from them. The white cups looked very transparent, and the black cups looked very heavy.

"Yes, yes." The boy spoke in a very low voice. He didn't even wash the cups at this time. He was holding the rag next to him.

"When will I come back to work? Did Sister Li Zi say that?" Yuan Yuanyuan asked.

"Li, Sister Lizi is not here. She is in front. She said that I am here to work for a few days. There are not many people these days. Come back when the pub opens again..." The boy's voice became smaller and smaller. Yuan Yuan The more Madoka listened, the more confused her expression became.

She felt that compared to the boy's voice, even the sound of water dripping from the cup next to her seemed noisy.

"Oh, oh... Then I won't disturb you." She nodded quickly, looking at the boy who had not looked back from the beginning to the end, and actually saw his ears inadvertently.

Under the dim candlelight, the boy's ears seemed to be translucent, and there was even a patch of red on them, making him look like a big girl.

...fuck.

Yuan Yuanyuan slowly relaxed her steps, walked out slowly, closed the door slowly, and slowed down her breathing...

My mom.

Yuan Yuanyuan came out and saw the sun on the street, and exhaled a long breath in her heart.

I feel like I don’t even dare to breathe loudly in the house.

Who is that guy in the room? Is Sister Lizi her brother? These two siblings are nothing alike. Why is this boy so timid? He looks like a little girl, even though he is so tall.

Yuan Yuanyuan turned around and glanced at the back door again, inexplicably sighing in her heart that there are all kinds of wonders in the world.

She knew that she had not been fired from the tavern and could still go to work again. As for whether her wages would be deducted or something... As for the person in the room, Yuan Yuanyuan really did not dare to say another word in front of him.

Yuan Yuanyuan wandered around the street, bought a handful of green onions, a few tomatoes, and a pound of discounted eggs that were about to expire, and then returned home.

Not long after she finished cooking her tomatoes and scrambled eggs, she suddenly heard someone knocking on the door again. Yuan Yuanyuan put down her chopsticks, walked over and opened the door, and then a figure got into the room from under her arm. , "What smells so fragrant? I want to try it..."

Yuan Yuanyuan recognized Xiaoying's voice. This little girl was very fast. Before Yuan Yuanyuan could shout, she saw Xiaoying picking up the eggs with her chopsticks and stuffing them into her mouth. Yuan Yuanyuan was frightened. Shouting, "Wait a minute! Eggs..."

She suddenly choked up in the middle of her words.

Forget it...it shouldn't be bad. She's been fine after eating it for so many years.

Yuan Yuanyuan watched as Xiaoying, that naughty child, picked away all the eggs on her plate, leaving only a pile of tomatoes.

[To be honest, I have been using it recently, and it works on both Android and Apple. 】

After finishing the eggs, Xiaoying wiped her mouth and turned over the huge backpack behind her. After opening the backpack, she pulled out a large stack of postcards...

"My mom..." Yuan Yuanyuan stared blankly at the pile of postcards placed on the table. Seeing that Xiaoying hadn't finished taking them out, she changed hands and took out another pile.

Two large piles of thick postcards were placed on Yuan Yuanyuan's small table. Yuan Yuanyuan asked a little dumbfounded, "Xiaoying, what, are you going to rob a bookstore?"

"No." Xiaoying said, she took out two black gel pens and handed one to Yuan Yuanyuan.

"I have basically sent over all the cards from our grade department." She said a little proudly, "A lot of people bought the magazine and didn't vote for it, so I asked if they could give me the cards. I received a total of them recently. There are 27 pictures, too many. I can’t finish them all by myself. Sister Yuan Yuanyuan, please help me write some.”

Yuan Yuanyuan took the pen, still in a state of confusion. She held the pen and looked at a card that Xiaoying pushed in front of her, "Just write on it, the number is... 2 [Talking] Really, I have been using it recently, both Android and Apple are available. 】93 has been used recently, and the name is Man in Black. The reason for voting... just write that he is handsome. "

She looked at this card. There were several styles. It had very beautiful illustrations and was made into a nice-looking shape. The top was the candidates for voting, and the bottom was the reasons for voting. The words in parentheses at the end were optional.

"...Hey, hey, hey, if you wrote three words about handsomeness, you might as well not write it at all." Yuan Yuanyuan complained. It wasn't that she felt ashamed to write that she was handsome, but she simply felt that she was handsome. There is really no need to write the words, there is always an inexplicable sense of irony...

"Hmm... Okay, then it's up to you, Sister Yuanyuan." Xiaoying also took out a piece of paper and started writing, "Sorry to trouble you, Sister Yuanyuan, I have a lot of homework today, and I have to hurry up after I finish it. Go do your homework."

Yuan Yuanyuan picked up the pen, looked at the card for a few seconds, and then began to write quietly. When she got to the line of reasons, her pen tip paused, and then she silently skipped it.

"Sister Yuanyuan, your writing is quite beautiful."

"oh."

"I always thought that Sister Yuanyuan, your writing was like a dog crawling."

"...I am your sister who went to college, okay, little brat."