just passing by you

Chapter 10

And the hundred steps that went out, looking back to see the fifty steps that were shouting and quitting, I'm afraid I can't help it, and I will laugh again.

money woman.

There is a "fashionable girl" in the company, who looks coquettish and coquettish, so the boyfriends who change are all rich.Those who clearly disdain and secretly envy her give her the nickname "Sweet Girl".Of course, this does not refer to her identity as a rich man, but more to her arrogance and arrogance that she often uses the tone of a rich wife to condescendly examine us ordinary women.

Once she went to work and drove a brand new BMW.During the lunch break, we sat in the restaurant on the first floor, looked at her BMW shining in the sun through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and her eagerness to wait for us to initiate the conversation, so we flattered her: You The BMW is not bad, must have spent a lot of money, right?After hearing this, she tossed her hair on her forehead proudly, and said with a smile: "My boyfriend gave it to me. I didn't ask how much it cost, but it must be expensive, because this is the latest popular style. Look at this streamlined design. I love it." On the road, it feels different.

Around her, we, a small group of women, are all bus and subway people, and those who are more extravagant are carpool people. Like her, with just her beauty, she can easily drive to a free BMW. No matter how fortune-telling, there is no such blessing.Our boyfriends, like us, live on a monthly salary. Every day when we sleep, we will subconsciously think about the time before we can buy a house and a car.

And she has the supreme sense of superiority in our group, as a matter of course.From time to time, when everyone is chatting together, she will talk about the current famous car, and then she will always mention her white BMW at the most appropriate time, and her words and deeds are full of "don't touch me" ( BMW) noble and cold sense of distance.

But there were still some people who sneered at her and tried to fight her as if they were going all out, doing everything possible to investigate her incongruous privacy with the big money.And we listeners can always hear the behind-the-scenes tidbits that she deliberately concealed with satisfaction.For example, when a certain rich man she loved stole a valuable diamond ring from her when she broke up with her, she gave it to a more beautiful and compelling woman whom she had just met.For example, one of her rich boyfriends once asked her to report to him item by item every time she spent money.

And this time, gossipers certainly won't let go of any details about BMW.Only half a month later, we were surprised to learn that this domineering BMW, which is downstairs with us every day, was not bought by a wealthy person as a gift for her, but was rented for her to drive.The lease period, of course, is when their relationship comes to an end.

The speed at which this news spread was comparable to the speed with which she had eagerly announced that she had a BMW.When she first heard it, she was a little surprised, but then she used that pretended calmness and said calmly: "What's wrong with the rented one?"Many of you can't even afford to rent a taxi!
Sure enough, she was not afraid of the rumors. On the second day, she changed into another silver BMW in a high-spirited manner. When driving past us, her sight would not be deflected even by 0.01 degrees.

But she remembered our enmity, and without losing the opportunity, she gave us a sarcastic sarcasm.Later, during a small chat, when talking about the bleaching of white clothes, she said expertly that there were several professional shops in the capital that could bleach old clothes as if they were new.Everyone was eager to try it, and one of the women said, tell me how to get there, and tomorrow I will take the white sweater from last year to rinse.She glanced at the woman and said: "I think it's better to avoid it. Your clothes are not worth rinsing. You might as well get new ones."

The woman immediately became anxious and said, why is it not worth it? My sweater was a genuine brand that I bought from a specialty store for 300 yuan.She squeezed out a cold laugh from between her teeth: one rinse, but it costs more than 400, you can't do it, go spend the money.

After she finished speaking, she left us there and walked away proudly.It made us a group of people, as if we had eaten a bag of sour green apricots, and our teeth fell down. For a long time, we grinned at her back, but couldn't say a word.

Most afraid of female students.

Once at a party, I was most afraid of the workplace. A friend who taught in a university opened his mouth and said, of course, they are female students. When they become so powerful, they are like cutting your heart silently with a knife.Everyone looked at him ambiguously, with smirks expecting him to tell some gossip.

So I listened to him talking about the large and small invigilators that almost every month.Whenever he clipped the test paper and entered the examination room, the first thing he had to check was the makeup of the female students.If you have long hair, you must let her tie it up, in case there are secrets hidden in your ears; if you tie it up, you must carefully look at the accessories that bind her braids, and see if there are any ulterior secrets.The small bags containing nail polish, sunscreen, and toner on the table must be opened and read, for fear that the cheat sheet full of small letters will be transferred from the pocket to it inadvertently.If the time is loose and she wears a long skirt, let her go back and change into jeans.Those who wear long-sleeved tops should roll them up to see if there is anything on the arms.Those who wear sandals should carefully peek under the feet to see if there is a special layer of insoles.If you wear a thick bracelet, you must be careful about the secrets inside the bracelet.

This inspection will take a long time, so my friend has to invigilate half an hour in advance every time, in order to kill the cheat sheet in the cradle before the exam.Because of this, he had the most headache to invigilate the exam at the Academy of Art. The female students there wear too many jingle rings and strange accessories. Every time he checks it, he often makes him like Chaplin in the movie. Nervously wanting to wring it off with pliers.This made him almost be arrested by female students, without exception, in the campus forums as a vulgar name that should be killed.

Friends don't feel sad because of such a title. As usual, they should be arrested when they should be arrested.However, there were still times like this, when he looked at the cheat sheet, and was watched by the female student who was scribbling proudly, but he felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, gnashed his teeth, and let her cheat, but he was still unable to start.

We are curious, and we all ask how can we not know how to start?My friend didn't want to tell me at first, so after asking all kinds of questions, I gave two examples.

Once he saw a female student who was writing with her head down from the very beginning of the exam. Compared with other girls who looked around and looked anxious, her writing skills quickly attracted the attention of friends.A friend who has never seen an art school student in such an exam state walks around and carefully observes her desk, test papers, pockets, and clothing, but she still cannot find the source of her inspiration.Just when the friend was about to give up, he suddenly saw the secret on the girl's chest from the "tenderness" when she bowed her head.It turned out that she put the cheat sheet in the underwear, so that when she lowered her head and put her chest in her chest, she could clearly see the cheat sheet inside from the clothes on her open chest.The friend blushed immediately, but he could only hold back like this until the bell rang for the end of get out of class. The female student handed in the test paper, glanced at him triumphantly, and flew out of the classroom.

And another time, I met a girl wearing a skirt. During the exam, I flicked the skirt a few times. Seeing her friend looking at her sternly, I missed the opportunity to caress the skirt charmingly.The friend couldn't bear it anymore, and thought of a way to get the girl to stand up and pick up the confetti one meter away.But the girl walked over calmly, without the note that her friend was expecting to spin out of her skirt.It was a female teacher who came to inspect at the last moment, stood next to the girl, lowered her voice, and said angrily: As a female student, please respect yourself, don't despise yourself so much, and embarrass the male teacher invigilating the exam.The friend then caught a glimpse of a cheat sheet pasted with colored tape from the girl's covered leg.

The friend at that moment had the shame of being used by a womanizer.And the girl's indifferent face without guilt made his heart feel like being cut by a sharp knife. The pain hit the ground and penetrated every inch of his skin.

I finally understand that my friend’s workplace is the most fearful thing. When a girl who has not yet left the campus learns to take advantage of her gender and cheat unrestrainedly, I’m afraid that when she leaves the campus and struggles in the huge waves of society, that’s just the point. Some women have very little self-esteem and self-love.And all the unspeakable secrets of the female sex era, once immersed in the pure campus, men will cherish
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