These days, many magazines and websites like to do this kind of thing, just like joining in the fun and following the trend.
Yuan Yuanyuan has voted for her 2D idols before, but the last time was a few years ago, so she is quite familiar with the process.
When she logged into Mengman, she discovered that the announcement that had been floating on the homepage and that she had ignored for several days was actually Mengman’s announcement about this competition.
Well...it's about competition, there's nothing else to say.
Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the contestants below, who were displayed in rows like commercial products.
The voting results will be announced on the website, and readers can check them online anytime and anywhere.
Yuan Yuanyuan nervously typed the name of "Yao Ji" in the search column, and then looked at the current "contestants" of "Yao Ji"... She was actually one of them.
And the name is also very strange, just three dry words.
——“The man in black”.
The picture next to it is a screenshot from her first two magazines. She is wearing black clothes and has red eye tattoos. It can be said to be her most handsome photo.
However, compared to people who have other names, nicknames, and even fan group names, she felt that this name was a bit too humble.
Yuan Yuanyuan felt a little sad. She turned off her cell phone, packed up and prepared to go out to see what the bar was like.
In fact, this game is also a disguised competition among wealthy people. After all, according to the website, one postcard is counted as one ticket. In other words, one ticket costs thirty yuan. People like Yuan Yuanyuan and the poor student group are definitely not willing to buy a few more tickets just to get a ranking.
So now Xiaoying is asking for postcards everywhere... Ever since she gave the spare ribs to Yuan Yuanyuan last time, her mother hasn't given her pocket money like she used to.
Yuan Yuanyuan walked to the front of the tavern 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 be able to tell whether that person was a human or a monster.
However, Yuan Yuanyuan did not enter through the front door, but went around to the back and walked in through the back door.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw a boy in a white shirt standing in the room. The boy looked to be in his early twenties and was about 1.80 meters tall. He was standing where Yuan Yuanyuan usually washed cups, washing the cups with his back to Yuan Yuanyuan.
"Uh... hello, where is Sister Li Zi?" Yuan Yuanyuan walked up and asked.
The boy who was brushing the cup suddenly stopped.
…
The atmosphere at that time was as if the air had suddenly stagnated. Yuan Yuanyuan also froze for a moment, her eyes suddenly glancing around involuntarily.
"Yes, in front."
Just when Yuan Yuanyuan felt something was wrong, but was still confused, she suddenly heard the boy in front of her speak.
He spoke in a very low voice, mumbling, without his lips moving much; Yuan Yuanyuan even felt him tremble a little.
...To be honest, when the boy trembled like that, Yuan Yuanyuan was frightened.
She inexplicably 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.
According to her own experience, the boy has been wearing the pants for at least ten years... and the shirt for a shorter time, maybe five or six years.
An experience that sounds a bit sad.
With just a rough glance, Yuan Yuanyuan could clearly see the boy's appearance.
Because she was far away and the light was too dim, Yuan Yuanyuan couldn't see the boy's hair. She thought it was the very common Japanese-style, medium-long, fresh hair.
But when she got closer and took a look, Yuan Yuanyuan was stunned again.
This boy's hair is...very strange. Although it looks roughly shaped from a distance, it is all broken up when you look closely. There is almost no intact part. It is all stuck together. It looks like someone just randomly cut it with scissors...
No, it can't be described like that. It should be described as if someone cut it with scissors.
This "someone" refers to the kind of bully in the school who specifically bullies other students and deliberately cuts other students' hair with scissors. This boy's hair has this kind of uneven cut feeling 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 a little guilty after not seeing someone for a long time. She always felt that it was not good to stare at someone’s hair like that…
Besides, to be honest, if it wasn’t for the silence in the room, Yuan Yuanyuan wouldn’t even be able to hear what he was saying…
"Uh... you washed the cups quite cleanly. Have you been helping me these past two days?" Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the rows of washed cups beside her. Drops of water were dripping 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 cup at this moment, and held the rag beside him with his hand.
"Then when can I come back to work? Did Sister Li Zi tell me?" Yuan Yuanyuan asked.
"Li, Sister Li is not here. She is in the front. She said she will be here to work for a few days. There are not many people here these days. You can come back when the bar reopens..." The boy's voice became smaller and smaller, and Yuan Yuanyuan's expression became more and more tangled as she listened.
She felt that compared with the boy's voice, even the sound of water drops falling from the cup next to her seemed louder.
"Oh, oh...then I won't bother you." She nodded quickly, looking at the boy who never turned back from beginning to end, and accidentally saw his ears.
Under the dim candlelight, the boy's ears seemed translucent, and there was a red spot on them, making him look like a girl's.
...Fuck.
Yuan Yuanyuan slowly lightened her steps, slowly walked out, slowly closed the door, and slowly slowed down her breathing...
my mom.
Yuan Yuanyuan came out and saw the sun on the street, and she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
I felt like I couldn't even breathe loudly in the room.
Who is that guy in the room? Is he Sister Li Zi's brother? These two siblings don't look alike at all. Why is this boy so timid? He acts like a little girl even though he is so tall.
Yuan Yuanyuan turned around and glanced at the back door again, and inexplicably sighed in her heart that there are many wonders in this world.
She knew that she was not fired by the bar and that she could still go back to work. As for whether her salary would be deducted or something... as for the man in the room, Yuan Yuanyuan really didn't dare to say another word in front of him.
Yuan Yuanyuan strolled around the street, bought a handful of green onions, some tomatoes, and a pound of discounted eggs that were about to expire, and then went home.
Not long after she finished making her scrambled eggs with tomatoes, she suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. Yuan Yuanyuan put down her chopsticks, walked over and opened the door. Then a figure slipped into the room from under her armpit. "What smells so good? I want to try it..."
Yuan Yuanyuan recognized Xiaoying's voice. This little girl was very quick. Before Yuan Yuanyuan could shout, she saw Xiaoying pick up the egg with her chopsticks and stuff it into her mouth. Yuan Yuanyuan was so scared that she shouted, "Wait! Egg..."
She suddenly stopped talking halfway through.
Forget it...it shouldn't harm her, she's been eating it for years and nothing happened.
Yuan Yuanyuan watched as the naughty kid Xiaoying picked up all the eggs on her plate, leaving only a pile of tomatoes.
After finishing the eggs, Xiaoying wiped her mouth, turned over the huge backpack behind her, opened it, and pulled out a large stack of postcards...
"Oh my god..." Yuan Yuanyuan stared in amazement at the pile of postcards on the table. Seeing that Xiaoying had not taken out all the postcards yet, she took out another pile.
Two thick stacks of postcards were placed on Yuan Yuanyuan's small table. Yuan Yuanyuan was a little dumbfounded and asked, "Xiaoying, um, did you go to rob the bookstore?"
"No." Xiaoying said. She took out two black gel pens and handed one to Yuan Yuanyuan.
"I basically got all the cards from our grade department." She said a little proudly, "There were a lot of people who bought the magazine but didn't vote for it, so I asked if they could give me the cards, and I received a total of 127. , there are too many, I can’t finish them all by myself, please help me write some, Sister Yuan Yuanyuan.”
Yuan Yuanyuan took the pen, still in a daze. She held the pen and looked at a card that Xiaoying pushed in front of her. "Just write it here. The number is... 20931, the name is the man in black, and the reason for voting... just write that he is handsome."
She looked at the card. There were several styles with beautiful illustrations on it. It was made to look very nice. At the top was the candidate to vote for, and at the bottom was the reason for voting, with the message "optional" written in brackets at the end.
"...Hey, hey, hey, you might as well not write the word handsome." Yuan Yuanyuan complained. It's not that she felt ashamed to write that she was handsome, but she simply felt that there was no need to write the word handsome. There was always an inexplicable sense of irony...
"Well... okay, then you can handle it, Sister Yuanyuan." Xiaoying also took out a piece of paper and started writing, "Sorry to bother you, Sister Yuanyuan, I have a lot of homework today, and I have to hurry to do my homework after I finish it."
Yuan Yuanyuan picked up the pen, looked at the card for a few seconds, and then began to write quietly. When she came to the line about the reason, her pen tip paused, and then she skipped over it silently.
"Sister Yuanyuan, your handwriting is quite beautiful."
"oh."
"I always thought your handwriting was like a dog crawling."
"…I'm your sister, and I've been to college, okay, little brat."