The world begins with shameless people

University of Chicago.

The fact is, after nearly two decades of growing up in an environment like the Gallaghers', Lip Gallagher has already been completely shaped.

In most cases, this kind of shaping is lifelong and irreversible, and it is almost impossible to change it.

So, in the past two days after returning to the dormitory, I didn’t study hard, but drank a lot. It was very normal to be confused.

In the dormitory.

Sitting at the desk, after studying seriously for less than half an hour, Lip became restless again. He scratched his messy hair fiercely, then lit a cigarette and looked out the window.

The scenery outside is beautiful, but studying is painful.

However, Lip knew very well that only by studying hard and enduring these four years could he truly change his life.

Unfortunately, knowing is knowing, but it is not the same as doing.

Lip was upset.

Lip struggled for about an hour with this irritability. Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer. He suddenly picked up the book, stood up and walked out, intending to go to the library, using the atmosphere of the library to force himself to continue studying.

at the same time.

In a dormitory in this building, on a slightly narrow single bed, Professor Helena had just finished a fight with a boy. She put on her clothes with satisfaction and left the dormitory.

Outside the dormitory building.

Lip, with a cigarette in his mouth and red eyes because he hadn't drunk for a while, was walking with his mind full of his own troubles. Suddenly, he saw Professor Helena coming out of the dormitory building.

As soon as I saw him, the memory of our first meeting came back to me instantly.

Perhaps there really is a very primitive attraction between certain men and women.

Lip was instinctively attracted to Professor Helena.

One second, two seconds, Helena, who was wearing a long windbreaker with her hands in her pockets, noticed Lip. Her eyes fell on Lip's face, and her memory immediately came back to her.

Helena remembered meeting Lip.

The reason why I was able to remember it is actually very simple.

It's just because, for Helena, Lip Gallagher's face is really 70% similar to the painter Schiele, and Helena likes Schiele very much.

Because of this liking, although Helena did not stop, she still smiled at Lip.

This smile...

Oh wow.

To put it in a more exaggerated or literary way, Comrade Philip Gallagher's future took a sharp turn at this moment.

Lip immediately became serious!
Lip was sure that Helena was interested in him. This smile was definitely not a simple smile... this smile was full of sexual tension.

Lip trusts his instincts.

then.

next second.

Lip didn't hesitate and quickly caught up with Helena. When he got to Helena's side, he said, "Hello, I'm Lip, who are you?"

Helena heard it, stopped, and subconsciously looked Lip up and down from a close distance.

how to say.

Lip became more alluring.

Just like that, Helena smiled again, and the sexual tension in her smile became clearer. "You can call me Helena, Professor Helena."

"You're a professor?" Lip hadn't expected this. "What subject? Maybe I should take your class."

Helena smiled, "Maybe you should go."

After saying this, Helena raised her foot and continued forward.

Lip followed consciously, walking side by side with Helena, and took the initiative to find something to say. What? Going to the library to study?

What's the point of learning knitting?
Lip even temporarily gave up the idea of ​​drinking.

Time flies.

The meeting lasted until the two exchanged cell phone numbers and Helena drove away.

On the side of the road, Lip watched Helena's car go away. He felt an unprecedented, very comfortable feeling in his chest and couldn't help but be in a trance.

After a long time, Helena's car disappeared, and Lip came to his senses. He withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked towards the library with a sense of loss.

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In the blink of an eye, it’s a new day.

It was a little after nine in the morning at 2108 North Wallace Street, on the South Side of Chicago, where Debbie lived.

By today, the festive atmosphere has basically disappeared.

Ian went to work on time in the morning, and now only Debbie and her daughter Franny were in the house.

Debbie still had some money on hand, so she didn't go out to find ways to make money. She was watching TV comfortably on the sofa.

dong dong dong~
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Debbie heard it and wondered who was knocking on the door. She got up, went to the window, and looked towards the door.

Outside the door were two middle-aged people, a man and a woman, and it was unclear what they were doing.

As long as it's not Frank and Monica, it doesn't matter. Debbie took two steps and opened the door. "Who are you?

"Excuse me, does Debra Gallagher live here?" asked the middle-aged man outside the door.

Debbie was even more confused, "I am."

"Hello, Debra, we are from DCFS. We have received a report that you abused your daughter Frannie and took her to beg... Also, you are not yet an adult?" the middle-aged man said.

At this time, Debbie, who actually had a very limited IQ, had her head buzzing and going blank because of the word DCFS.

There was no way. As a child of the Gallagher family, Debbie knew too well how terrible DCFS was.

For a moment, Debbie was so flustered that she couldn't speak at all.

Wait a few seconds.

The middle-aged woman outside the door said, "Debra, please cooperate with our work. We need to go in and take a look."

The words hit my ears.

Although her head was still buzzing, Debbie, who was essentially a coward, subconsciously moved her body a little and made way.

See this.

Two DCFS staff members entered the house one after another and immediately began to observe and record.

Debbie stood behind the door, staring blankly, not knowing what to do.

The house is a mess, with all kinds of things scattered everywhere...

Franny just slept on the sofa...

There is no need to look too closely at such an environment, it is obvious that it is absolutely not suitable for the growth of babies.

"Debra, where is your guardian?" After looking around, the middle-aged woman turned to Debbie and asked.

Debbie heard it and blinked. In a way, she was reminded. She came to her senses and quickly replied, "My parents just went out and will be back soon. I can go and call them back!
Hearing this, the two staff members looked at each other.

"The report we received is that your parents have disappeared for a long time," the middle-aged man said in a serious tone, "Are you lying?
When Debbie heard this, she immediately shook her head. "I don't know who reported it, but it's fake. My parents are always at home! I'm going to call them back now!"

Words come out.

Debbie was so anxious that she turned around and ran out without hesitation, running towards 2120 North Wallace Street. At the same time, she hoped that Frank and Monica were still there and had not disappeared. (End of this chapter)