[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

"Of course I'm being picky." Although Lydia didn't understand what the system was saying at all, she still refuted the system's statement.

Lydia said a little proudly, "If I'm not picky, I dare say I can get married tomorrow."

【You're picking on your own life," the system said, 【Then try to change it. 】

"I'm changing," Lydia said. "I've been working hard to change."

[But you still feel that in real life, without others, you can accomplish nothing, don't you? 】

The system sharply pointed this out.

[Look,] the system said, [You will have a good life without this home, it is the home that restrains you. 】

"You didn't figure it out. I left, where can I go?" She asked back, "I left, leaving my parents and sisters suffering from rumors about my disappearance? Overwhelmed by other people's eyes?"

Lydia really longed for the outside world, ever since she saw such a grand ball, she wanted to leave all the time.

Sometimes Lydia even felt that, even under the pretext of elopement with some gentleman, she wanted to escape the place.

No matter what the excuse is, it doesn't matter what situation you fall into in the future.

But there was always a rope pulling her.

In the past, it was the reality of being penniless, and the life of being helpless after wandering.

After Lydia accepted the system, she found that her desire for the outside world increased and her desire to leave increased.

After she gained enough ability to support herself by working part-time after leaving, that rope became a better hope for the future.Not only his own, but also the future of the four sisters.

"I hope that one day, I can go out with a strong confidence, without being criticized by anyone," Lydia said quite confidently, "and these people, if they go well, may be able to open the door for us. A new door."

Thanks to the teacher, she learned a lot of packaging vocabulary.

【So you dress up for something else? 】The system asked.

"No," Lydia shrugged, "I just want to go to the prom. The prom is so much more fun than the class."

prom.

Lydia held up her skirt, followed the beat of the band next to her, and high-fived her dance partner next to her.

They have known each other for a long time, and the country dance is not so much fearful, and there is no need to exchange cards.

Basically, a man and a woman can dance together after being introduced by their father and getting to know each other.

"I can't breathe," Lydia said, almost passing by a boy delivering wine. She felt that there were too many people.

There are so many people in the airless summer.

Lydia apologized and chatted privately with her dance partner, then found an excuse and left the dance floor.

The dance partner looked around and pulled her sister to dance again.

"So early?" Elizabeth quipped. "It's hard to see how you're going to stop dancing so soon."

After all, as far as they are concerned, Lydia has had enough dancing and the dance is over, and no one knows which is longer.

"Today there are too many people," Lydia complained. "The whole county probably knows that the gentleman who is coming is very expensive."

She felt bored sitting here, let alone dancing.

"You're still young," Elizabeth's good friend Charlotte teased her, "although it's true, don't be so outspoken."

"Anyway, it's the truth," Lydia curled her lips, "why don't people say it?"

Lydia put her legs up habitually, halfway through the movement, remembered that she was not in Africa, and quickly patted her skirt as a cover-up.

The living habits are also terrible.

"I dare say," Elizabeth turned around and boasted to Jane, "in a short while, someone will come to ask you to dance."

Today's Jane has dressed up, she wears a simple and elegant long skirt, and has her hair up. She is indeed not as beautiful as a mortal.

Lydia followed suit, "Yes, yes, the most beautiful girl in this town!" She sighed exaggeratedly, "If not, then there must be something wrong with their definition of beauty."

"Or there's something wrong with them," Elizabeth teased.

Jane was amused by the two of them and laughed.

"I'll go dance for a while," Lydia put down the cup in her hand and complained, "They're coming too late."

The main event has to be postponed to the end, it's so boring to wait, it's better to go to the dance.

Just when Lydia and her male partner were dancing happily and harmoniously.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

After living in Africa for a long time, Lydia, who has a lot of sensitive ears, heard the sound first.

She subconsciously stopped.

"What's the matter Lydia?" the partner asked, and then he also noticed the stranger at the door.

The ballroom was full of loud and loud music, and the three people who appeared at the door stood a little at a loss.

Until the team playing music upstairs also found new guests.

They ended the song, and the people immersed in the dance suddenly realized that the distinguished guest they were waiting for had actually arrived.

Lydia subconsciously broke away from her partner's hand and hid among her sisters.

She stared blankly at Mr. Darcy, who stood in the middle, dressed in black and with dark skin.

To be honest, Lydia was a little confused.

It stands to reason that the visitor is exquisitely dressed, elegantly behaved, and has a good appearance.There was also a lady in between.

This perfectly fits Lydia's vision of "future investors".

But when Lydia stared blankly at Darcy, the only thing left was the thought of being dazed.

She never expected that the person who was still doing her homework yesterday would make a shocking debut at the ball today.

And, also, the vest seemed a little caught off guard.

Maybe it's not the same person?

She thought with a hint of luck.

Perhaps this person is not Darcy in Africa, but his distant relative, who just happens to look more similar and darker.

In fact, she can't tell the difference between the appearance of black people and black people. Maybe she has misjudged it?

There were whispers everywhere in the hall, but Lydia was a little dazed.

The messy mood made her unable to think about the five thousand pounds of wealth, and she responded to Elizabeth and the others' excited mood, that is, a perfunctory "hmm".

Charlotte's father stepped forward, and several of them said hello and nodded to each other.

"It's an honor to have you here with the honor," he said.

Today's dance is hosted by Charlotte's family, and the venue is also arranged in his family's manor.

"So our Mr. Bingley is which well-dressed and well-groomed peacock?" Elizabeth and Charlotte bit their ears.

"He's on the right," returned Charlotte, who evidently had seen them before, "and on the left is his sister."

"The one with the weird eyebrows in the middle is..." Jane asked curiously.

"Mr. Darcy," murmured Lydia.

She looked at the strange eyes of the people around her and was startled.

She's talking fast!She didn't know him through her father, this is not allowed!

"I heard from your brother," cried Lydia, trying to get away with it, "that a richer Mr. Darcy would come."

Charlotte looked at her suspiciously, but at last accepted the statement.

But Elizabeth, the last look she looked at her was obviously "you wait until I go back to find you".

Lydia groaned inwardly.

This is bad.If the sisters found out about this, they would definitely pull her to say a lot of things!

But more importantly...

Lydia felt a little guilty when she met Darcy's sweeping eyes.

Presumably he came in just in time to bump into Lydia yelling "I feel like my toes are going to fall off".

No, why is she guilty!

Lydia suddenly remembered that she was the one who helped Darcy more during her life in Africa!

She straightened her chest, tugged on the wrinkled skirt due to the crowd, and stared back without showing any weakness.

What are you looking at, haven't you seen me?

But in fact, this staring only lasted for a few seconds. When Lydia swelled like fur, Darcy had already turned his eyes away, followed Sir Lucas's introduction, and turned slightly around.

When these people reached the place in front of her, Lydia followed the crowd in front of her and bowed her head in salute, wishing she could bury her head in the ground.

Now I hope Mr. Darcy doesn't recognize me.

After the three people walked to the innermost part following the introduction of Mr. Lucas, the band played cheerful dance music again.

Lydia didn't want to dance at all now.

She just hoped that she would find an excuse and go home quickly.

But at this time, Mrs. Bennet grabbed Mr. Bennet beside her again, "Mr. Bennet, you must introduce him to your daughters immediately!"

Mr. Bennet nodded helplessly, and had no choice but to start looking for the traces of his daughters.

Mom followed the rhythm through the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd, rushed to them, said something, and then pulled Jane away.

Jane pulled Elizabeth, Elizabeth pulled Charlotte, and Charlotte grabbed Lydia who was still in a daze.

They strung together in a single file, and made their way to the place where Mr. Bingley stood.

Then Mr. Bennet led Kitty and Mary.

"Mr. Bingley, you know, this is my eldest daughter," Sir Lucas introduced, "This is Mrs. Bennet, Jane Bennet, Elizabeth Bennet, Mary Bennet, Catherine Bennet. Bennet, and Lydia Bennet."

He introduced them one by one, and as he read the names, several people bowed their heads and saluted.

Lydia stole a glance at Mr. Darcy, then looked down hastily.

She curtseyed perfunctorily, hoping she wasn't noticed by him.

"It's an honor to meet you," said Mrs. Bennet gently.

Mom is really rare to be gentle.

Lydia sighed for a moment, then looked up at Mr. Bingley's gentle smiling face.

Or actually look at that stupid pillar, in a word, just find a good angle to stare blankly.

She did not really want to make the acquaintance of Mr. Darcy now.Especially at times like this.

Especially don't want to.

The rush-made skirt has not been finished yet, and the shoes are all borrowed from her sister. Lydia didn't think it mattered at first, but now feeling the gaze of Mr. Darcy, it's like a thorn in her back.

[Host, don't panic,] The system is eating electronic melon seeds, [Anyway, everyone wears the same clothes, so don't be nervous! 】

"Nice to meet you all," said Mr. Bingley with a smile, and he nodded. "We..."

Darcy frowned, looking at Lydia, who was not dressed in a way he had imagined.