Floating in September

The wind in July is not so enthusiastic yet, but the sun in August can already burn the earth.Mosquitoes seem to have decreased a lot recently, probably because they are afraid of the sticky sweat stains hanging under their wings, right?

Bai Chuan turned over and kicked away the green wine bottle pillow, the iron bed creaked and coughed in accordance with her rhythm.She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon when she picked up her phone.Since the beginning of summer, as long as this time comes, the whole person becomes very tired. For her, the whole summer vacation seems to be spent in sleep.

Students are really troublesome, especially high school students, who have to get up early every day and wear a uniform uniform, which looks like a snowdrift from a distance—the school uniforms of F private high school are all white sweatshirts with loose cuffs And fat big hem...

Thinking about it, Bai Chuan yawned again, if she could sleep at home every day instead of going to school for the rest of her life, she would also be willing.There are only two days left before the school starts. It was rare for Bai Chuan to stay up all night last night to complete the homework of all subjects. There is homework to be done for homework, and if you go back to school after school starts, you will be a second-year student. To be honest, Bai Chuan is a little discouraged. No one expects her to be admitted to university, including herself of course.

"Damn it! I knew I shouldn't have to do my homework all night at this time!" Bai Chuan rubbed her belly, she felt like a drain valve, so she pulled her black lace briefs, it was already very hot in summer I just want an extra sanitary napkin with four wings to torture my irritable body.

Of course, it’s not that nothing that made Bai Chuan happy happened during the whole summer vacation. Don’t look at her as a serious procrastinator with messy hair, wearing a pair of steel braces that can damage her lips, and not going out. As a reason for not washing his face or brushing his teeth for a day, in fact, Bai Chuan, as the head of the club, is very famous in the literature department he owns, especially in that area, there seems to be no book she doesn't understand—as a lazy How can a cancer girl not be corrupt?This is how she judged herself.

In fact, there are old books that can interest her. The happiest thing for her this summer vacation is that she found a website that specializes in selling second-hand books. What is not happy is that she spent all her pocket money on buying second-hand books, which are out of print. Books are more important than fairy water to her.

She was sitting on the toilet, tearing up the package of sanitary napkins in her hand, and staring at the mobile phone on her lap. The order showed that the courier was in transit. This time, the book she bought was "Poetic Killing Intent" by Sen Hiroshi. I wanted to give it a try, but I didn’t expect to meet such a good store. Mystery novels are indeed written by Japanese writers at a higher level. Hiroshi Mori’s book was originally only published in one edition, but it’s unexpected that it can still be bought now.

"Boss, I will come here often in the future!" Bai Chuan put on his briefs and sent a message to the shopkeeper.

She tugged on the pajamas that just covered her buttocks. In the mirror, her lips were very dry, which was helpless. The crooked teeth were not as comfortable as dry lips, so she licked her lips, and there was a faint flash of light under the hem of her clothes. Moving round black.

"Well, thank you for following up. If you want a book, you have to wait a few months. I don't have time." The phone buzzed, and the ringtone was Eric Clapton's blues.

"Then if there is something I don't understand, can I ask for advice?"

"Yeah." The other side of the phone said so coldly.