I ran for president with scumbag money

November 7, X

My mind is in a mess, so I can only force myself to be calm and try to write clearly.

I really don't know what to do, I never thought of this, I... (scratches here)

What exactly should I do?

It might be better to write it from scratch.

Today I went to Muller's house, the big star Alita Muller, I never thought I would have this honor until then.

She has sponsored me for many years, since I was a child, when I was 11 years old, she, a super newcomer who just debuted, a beauty pageant champion.

Because of her enthusiasm for charity, she decided to sponsor a child in the year she became famous, and that was me, the only one in the country, who was chosen by her.

How on earth did it become like this?We are all very happy today!

This year, I was successfully admitted to F State State University and wrote a letter to her. She is a star who likes to surprise me very much. I only thought that she would definitely reply to my letter. I never thought that she would appear directly at the school gate!

At that time, she was driving a sports car and there was only one person. She threw the sunglasses to me and asked me to get in the car too.

The sun was shining on her blond hair, her long hair was like seaweed, she was so beautiful.

It’s the first time for me to ride this kind of convertible sports car. I don’t know where to put my hands. She is very comfortable. I saw her jump into the car with the closed door. I dare not imitate her. I just opened the door and sat down. In the passenger seat.

"Where do you want to go?" She smiled mischievously, exuding a different kind of charm.

I couldn't speak at all, she was so close, it was horrible, I was drowning in her blue eyes.I know it's rustic, really rustic, but her eyes remind me of the deep universe, and my reflection in her eyes is like the center of the universe.

"I..." I stammered, unable to speak.

I was not a lively and cheerful person since I was a child, and I couldn't get along with the people around me. I really shouldn't be like this.I should learn to be a campus star like her, learn how to sing, dance street dance and play basketball, but I was born with poor physique, and every physical education class seemed to kill me.

I'm also afraid to talk to my classmates, boys dislike me, girls don't like me, they prefer to chase sports stars, screaming at muscles like fools, saying that us glasses guys are dead nerds and nerds.

I didn't say what she meant, she was also a sports star in school, not a cheerleader type, but a real dribbling star on the basketball court.

She is very smart, she doesn't need to read and study, she knows everything.

"So you can go anywhere?"

She showed a free and easy smile.

She has acted in a movie, "Walk with Me", which is my favorite movie, and the character she played has such a smile, and finally said to the male lead: "Let's experience a miracle day!"

I even have the illusion that I have become the hero.

This day is nothing short of miraculous except... (cross out) Oh my god!Obviously everything is so good!

She said that I should go to some grown-up places to see the world, because F State State University is the most famous university in the country, and it is also famous in the world.

Countless celebrities and rich people gathered there. If I hadn't seen the world, I wouldn't be able to cope with everything in the school.

She said, I have a summer vacation to learn these as soon as possible.

And me?I will not object to it myself, and I dare not object, I want to follow her.

She said it was too early to go to the bar, let's go to the restaurant first.

That meal was more expensive than the sum of the subsidies I had received from her in nine years. I ate many things that I had never seen before.There are crabs the size of trolls, and lobsters the size of aliens, but with these two, I'm almost full.

Halfway through the meal, she suddenly looked very ugly, and apologized that she had to go to the bathroom.

I didn't care, I should have followed!Otherwise, it wouldn't be... My God!I... (a lot of messy writing here, crossed out by countless black lines)

Later, she returned, visibly refreshed.At that time, I was already fidgeting because of the embarrassment of the waiters around me. All of them were beautiful, like movie stars. No matter what I wanted to do, they just raised their hands and they would do it for me with a smile.

Sometimes I even suspect that they can read minds, otherwise how could they guess my intentions so accurately?

Then I realized that there is no such thing as mind reading. They are all masters of reading words and emotions.

She and I came out of the box, and when we got to the hall, we saw a drunk man throwing a lot of banknotes into the air.

The banknotes fell to the ground profusely, and all the waiters around rushed to grab them, including those girls. Their fighting power is very strong. If it was me, I would definitely be crushed to death by the crowd.

I'm a bit uncomfortable with the fact that the man is clearly teasing the waiters as pets, and the banknotes are dog food to him, or corn kernels for pigeons or something.

Tudu, she jumped up, and quickly grabbed a banknote flying in mid-air between her two fingers.

She whistled loudly at the man, making him laugh out loud.

Remember the way she whistled, in high spirits?No no, it's too indescribable, alas...

When I was feeding the pigeons with her in the square in the afternoon, I thought of the scene at noon. The man seemed to be feeding the pigeons. As long as he threw corn kernels out, a large group of pigeons would land on his shoulders.

She laughed as she listened to me and told me it was normal.

At noon she also said the same:

Many drunk rich people like alternative ways of playing, and throwing money is just one of the ways of playing.

She told me not to make a fuss in the future.

Her younger brother would do the same, lighting bills for barbecues at college reunions.

The college students in State F are all people who can play and have money, and I will only get ridiculed by them when I am stunned.Only then did I know a little about the university I was about to go to. No wonder she came to me in a hurry. If a person funded by a celebrity loses face on the spot, she would feel very ashamed.

It's been a good day, she didn't dislike me, and I could see that she was having a good time, the first time a girl acted so happy in front of me, until...

Why do I see it?I shouldn't have opened that door, God!

We didn't come home until midnight, and she was drunk, but not so drunk that she passed out.

Her house is a mess, full of rubbish, and there are no servants. She said that servants only disturb private life.She smiled and asked if I would help her clean up the room.

I am willing, I am willing to do anything for her!

She insisted on sleeping on the couch, so I had to clean the bedroom.

I searched around, walked out of the room again, and asked her where the trash can was, and she told me that I could use the bag in the room.

The bags she was talking about were all canvas bags of designer cosmetics, with patterns and amazing prices, I don't know if she meant these.

I'm out again, after all... (strike out)

I saw her holding a syringe and injecting some kind of fluid into her arm.

At first I didn't know what she was doing, I didn't react at all, for a long time, I saw her make a terrible sound like... (crossed out), she yelled and laughed, rolled from the sofa onto the carpet.

I realized she was... on drugs.

I stepped back, my mind in a mess.

what do I do?I... (strike out)

My mind is so messed up!

November 7, X

I thought about it carefully.

Really carefully.

I can't report it, no, it will ruin her!

And it's immoral to do so, isn't it?She funded me and helped me in my most difficult time. No matter what the reason is, I can't take revenge!cannot!

Anyone with common sense would be averse to reporting, even anonymously.

Because this is informant, the most shameless and dirty act in the world!

When I was in school, didn't I also hate those dog legs who secretly reported to the teacher?They are not for the benefit of others at all, they just want to show how sensible and smart they are!

I can help her, or avoid her (but I won't do that), but I can't betray her, I can't report her!

It's immoral.

And the police are unreasonable. They are legal thugs in violent institutions. They don't care whether you are framed or not.

Reporting will only hurt her.

Once the reporter finds out about it, they will make a big report and provoke the black fans, idlers and keyboard warriors who have been on the Internet all year round, and it will also ruin her star career, and her life will also be ruined by these people!

I really want to be good for her, so I have to consider every aspect for her. I decided to help her secretly and protect her secretly.

I have been reading about the dangers of drugs and the methods of detoxification. It is said on the Internet that a small amount of drug injection will not affect anything at all, but will inspire people, so many singers, actors and directors will be addicted to it.

What's more, they have money and can afford it. As long as they can afford it, then throw the money out, use the money to barbecue, use the money to buy drugs... What's the difference between these?It's just a use of money. Who can point fingers and meddle in other people's business?

I can't be confined by the mindset of the poor.

I found a lot of examples and found that some celebrities also took drugs. They were all murdered at parties or meetings. Those fanatical fans or black fans and even directors who wanted to make unspoken rules framed them with drugs. Put powder in the drink and they're all framed.

This is state B, and there are still many, many drug addicts who have been framed, and they don't want to, they are just being linked. If the representatives of state B could propose an anti-drug order earlier, there would be no such unjust cases!

Fortunately, because there are so many victims, everyone is actively looking for ways to get rid of drugs.

These drug addicts will go to private drug rehabilitation centers in private, and they will also drink a kind of juice boiled with grass. They say that this is a mysterious herb from the East. It is very effective. As long as you persist in drinking, you can slowly eliminate the drugs Quit.

It's just expensive.

Everything will be fine, won't it?

As long as I keep it a secret and encourage her to work hard on drugs, everything will be fine.

If the prodigal son turns back, he won't exchange for gold.

Thinking about the panic yesterday, I was really useless... She must have been frightened by me at the time, poor Miss Alita.

Tomorrow, go and apologize to her.

I even planned that if she didn't believe me, I... would inject drugs as my allegiance.

I will work hard with her to overcome difficulties!

The young man put down his pen, closed his diary, sighed often, felt melancholy in his heart, and quickly cheered up again, even with a sense of mission.

His idol crumbles, but he will raise it up again.

This time, it was him who saved Bai.

He turned on the computer again, and took out the notes in the drawer, which were densely filled with Bai's methods of detoxification, which had been widely circulated on the Internet for a long time.

Dangdu, there were also failure cases that made him shake, but he quickly calmed down:

Those who didn't quit, failed because they didn't have determination and will, but Alita wouldn't, she was so smart and beautiful, she was the most special, how could she not be able to complete such a small thing.

When he quickly found an important website and picked up a pen to record the content, there was a knock on the door.

He frowned.

No one ever came to visit, except Alita, but Alita would only honk downstairs to urge him to go down instead of knocking on the door.

Could it be the property staff?

The knock on the door didn't ring again, he turned his head, but was startled and screamed by the sudden appearance in the room.

The wind blowing in from the window lifted the curtains, and there was no doubt that this person had climbed in through the window.

The other party stretched out a hand and sealed his mouth firmly. This hand clamped his cheek like iron clamps and lifted his whole body up. No matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

The intruder did not hide his appearance at all.

The attacker was a young man, as handsome as an Apollo in a painting, with a visually aggressive appearance.That's how he felt at that moment.

The man was also tall enough to grab his face and keep his feet off the ground.

The young man smiled at him, showing two pointed canine teeth, reminding him of the legendary vampire count who haunts the dark, full of aristocratic demeanor and dangerous aura.

"Are you Lancer Cavill?" The young man still scratched his face, and said politely, "I'm Traver Duman. Yesterday, my sister took care of Bai."

He's Alita's brother?

Lancer yelled "Woooooooo".

"Alita has been a wayward princess since she was a child. There is no way, who made her my favorite sister." Traver explained calmly, "When Dad broke up with her mother, Mrs. Muller, I went to Cry for nothing.

"She called me all of a sudden this morning, saying that she was 'causing some trouble'. What can I say? I swallow the bitter fruit of my pet. Isn't that what family members do? No matter what happens, help yourself Relatives, as for those great principles? Whoever cares about it, let it go!

"If you ever met Nathan, he would also tell you that family harmony is the benchmark for wealth creation.

"That's right, everyone has to work together—what is this?"

He held Lancer with one hand, picked up the diary on the table with the other hand, and opened it.

Lancer's eyes widened, he grabbed Traver's hand with both hands, and scratched his nails on the back of the opponent's hand, wanting to kick Traver's lower body in a really fatal position.

He couldn't let Traver - Alita's younger brother - read his diary, it was his privacy!It is full of a teenager's crush on another girl, he will be laughed at!

But no matter how hard he tried, he was like a mischievous cat in Traver's hands, useless at all.

"Is 'oh my god' your mantra?" commented Traver, turning the pages with relish, "one day you wrote forty 'oh my gods', what happened that day?—oh, it was Alita and Edith walking down the aisle arm in arm? Hahaha, I paid a lot of money to buy that opportunity.

"Alita doesn't like Edith, she doesn't like any peers, she only appreciates herself, but she likes the feeling of being watched when she walks with Edith, no matter whether the reputation it brings is good or bad.

"At that time, she walked with Edith, which made the eyes of the fans of the actor red. Those girls called her a vase, posted all kinds of ugly pictures, and criticized her for being unworthy of Edith. Originally, she Just a little-known graphic model, her reputation suddenly became black and purple.

"The strange thing is that when no one is targeting her, her spirit is very weak, and the hostility around her makes her more and more confident.

"She printed out all the cursing and complaints that Edith's fans made about her online, posted them in her room, read them with gusto, laughed out loud, and sarcastically said, 'oh my god', she said mean things than those fans too much."

Traver laughed.

Lancer groaned.

"Looks like I was wrong about you, isn't it?"

Traver's reading speed was very fast, and the thick diary turned to the last page in a while.

He commented: "I thought you, like those malicious people, wanted to be weak to Alita. It turns out that you just wanted to help him."

Traver chuckled, lowered his face at random, showing sincere distress: "It's really touching. How can a young man like you fall into this obsession? That's Alita Muller .”

Lancer lowered his arms in frustration and gave up struggling.

His biggest secret has been exposed, and he doesn't care what happens to him anymore.

This is the fate of a toad who wants to eat swan meat, and he will die.

Tears of annoyance welled up in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Traver let go of his hand, put him on the ground, patted Bai Bai on the shoulder, and said, "You are a nice boy, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you just now."

Lanser gasped suddenly, bent over and coughed, and vaguely heard Traver's voice: "As you wrote, there are many malicious people who want to harm Alita. They are out of jealousy and I sympathize with them for their hatred of the rich, but that doesn't mean I can tolerate their misbehavior."

Lancer looked up at him, fear in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid. Didn't you say you want to help Alita?" Traver looked at him with a smile and said, "I will help you too. I admire young people like you the most."

He lightly pressed Lanser's shoulder, and his elegant and magnetic voice was like singing: "Want to meet Alita and solve this misunderstanding? Do you want to continue this love story?"

His words made Lancer very uncomfortable.

In Lancer's view, Traver is just a person who peeps into his privacy. He doesn't understand at all, and he won't believe his special feelings for Alita. Take everything important as a joke, a story.

But now, Lancer can only agree, because this is the only way left to see Alita.

Three months later.

Binny sat in the RV, looked at the cards in his hand, and said, "So, those ex-drugs are really imaginative."

Private rehab?Can you successfully quit by tying a person in a room and preventing him from touching drugs?

Can the mysterious oriental herbs detoxify?Where is this going to put the opium?

For the sake of great love, the heroine and the heroine smoke together, the magic of love overcomes drugs, and the drug is successfully quit--moving the birth of the beautiful love in country X.

Leon almost didn't laugh out loud.

No, Imaginative is not a drug addict, it is the author of this book!

This great god is really super god!

System: "What's so funny about you? The original protagonist did this too."

Leon's face froze instantly: "Huh?"

"When the original protagonist was filming a movie in State B, he successfully used his work to detoxify a movie fan." The system said, "That movie fan was addicted to the hero's charm, and the hero's superb acting skills made him unable to extricate himself, so He gave up drug use, devoted all his money to the male lead's career, became the biggest professional fan, and integrated promotional fandom into fights and chartered parties... May I play the original text for you?"

"Shut up!" Leon suddenly turned pale with shock.

He doesn't want to hear this!

"... Lanser watched the movie with tears in his eyes. For the first time, he felt the magic of movies, far better than taking drugs. Leon, this blonde..."

Leon threw out three cards with a "snap", and he didn't listen to it, and he chanted sutras.

Seeing this, the werewolf said happily: "Just hold it down, thank you for raising the card~"

"Aw!" Leon was heartbroken:

Played the wrong card.

Binny gave him a look, a smile in his eye.

After understanding his gesture in seconds, Leon couldn't help but smile.

If he and Binny cooperate well, hint to each other, or count cards, in their tacit cooperation, there will be no mistakes, let alone losses.

But Leon didn't want to do that.

For him, a game is a game, and there is no need to take the ending too seriously.

"I've always wondered why those people don't like to report it." The werewolf said, "It's obvious that a group of neighbors are going to call the police when they have a party at nine o'clock at night, but they turn a blind eye when they see others taking out needles."

"Don't bring up this topic." Meat Grinder warned, "We don't want to be bothered again."

It's a pity that it was too late. Edson heard the words, like a wind-up toy gun, and a bunch of words popped out again: "What? Don't you even understand this? It's easy to understand. They don't want to cause trouble, and the neighbors have a party When you don't pull out your gun.

"There is also our education. Education cultivates the 'loyal' side of our nature. It tells us that it is shameful to inform us. It doesn't matter whether the other party takes drugs or not. This is their privacy, and we can't disclose other people's privacy at will.

"As the saying goes, 'Family ugliness should not be publicized', which means that bad things done by a person should be kept in the house, and others should not reveal them, otherwise they have bad intentions. Shame will make people shut up.

"I've been thinking about where the line is, you see, if you tell the community 'this kid is doing badly on a test', you're a bitch, if you tell the community 'this kid is doing drugs', you're probably a Heroes, what is the difference between Sanfochi and heroes? So..."

"The law doesn't stipulate that you can't fail the exam, but it stipulates that you can't take drugs." Leon stared at the sign and said, "But it's useless. Immediately, in order to prevent drug addicts from causing harm to society, drug use will be legalized in State B."

"If you stock up on a lot of mysterious herbs at low prices now, after drug use is standardized, you can provide drug addicts with mysterious herbs at high prices." Edson talked about business enthusiastically, "You will make a big fortune." Money, this is a business opportunity!"

"Tell me, why haven't the three of them come back?" the werewolf asked, changing the subject.

He was talking about Lusha, Blood Blade and Earthfire.

When the werewolf and the meat grinder went to pick up Edson, the three of them went to deal with procedural "trouble" and other problems.

Now, Leon and the others have been waiting in the RV for a long time, and the other three have not come.

"Call them." Leon said, "You can remind them."

The meat grinder took out his mobile phone, and after a few text messages, he turned the phone screen over to show them:

Miss me~ I'll be right back~

This kind of information looks like it was written by Lusha, and there is a small "bad smile" expression on the back.

"To be honest, why do the three of them always act together? Could it be a love triangle? I've been brainwashed by the team leader's sighs recently."

The werewolf complained, and Du Hou said to Leon: "Do you think if the small captain bends into a circle of mosquito coils because he can't find a boyfriend, do you think the old captain will have any objections to this?"

Leon coughed: "First of all, no one will bend over just because they can't find a lover, okay? Unless she is the same."

——Based on Lusha's current performance, the 'bending' matter has nothing to do with her, her dream is as straightforward as a man's dream:

Build a harem.

There would definitely not be girls in such a harem, and no one wanted to make a rival for themselves.

"You also have children, you can try to switch positions with your old captain and see what you think?"

"My wife doesn't care about that much," the werewolf sighed, "She hasn't even signed her own divorce agreement, so will she still express her opinion on the child's marriage agreement?"

"That's not necessarily the case. The more messed up the parents' own marriages are, the more they like the trade to dictate their children's marriages. They feel that they are experienced people who have experienced it. This is how the so-called parent-child conflicts come about." Edson continued, "You Thought your dad really didn't like you playing rock? Maybe they were a part of it when they were young or dreamed of it.

"Do you think your mother really doesn't like that Ji Qing puts on makeup? Maybe she has suffered from it herself or has seen people who have suffered from it.

"Your mother tells you not to marry this person, your father tells you not to get this job, and you secretly think they don't understand you, but maybe it's just failure that's forcing them to interfere.

"They fail or are afraid to act, and use lessons learned to prevent children from going back to their old ways. It's called 'for your own good', and they really think so.

"For example, Duman, he has been divorced countless times, and the girlfriends he has dated can fill two heavy-duty truck boxes. In the end, he has experienced the lessons of countless divorce alimony expenses and division of property. He concluded that in order to consolidate Family relations, marital bonds between children should be cautious.

"He has always felt that his son should marry his half-sister, so that the fat and water will not flow to outsiders. You know, many ancient families encourage in-laws, not only because of pure blood, but also because of wealth won't be easily dispersed..."

"Incest marriage? What about the child's genetic defect?" Leon still couldn't hold back and asked.

"It's not just about money. Marrying a wife is something that affects generations." Edson explained, "That risk is worth taking—it's hard to understand, right? I think his son has complaints, and he lives with his sister. Being together is one thing, marrying her is another.

"But if I really have a child with Alita, I will be the first to sign up as a godfather. I like to study these things." Edson let out a morbid laugh, "Maybe I can get biologically again. Great achievement. I'm tired of playing chemistry, I don't know if genes are fun~"

It is obvious that he has no reverence for life, and the more he talks, the more he goes too far.

Leon and Binny looked at each other.

Binney dropped the cards and stood up, walked to Edson, took out the needle from his pocket, and plunged it into his neck.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" The werewolf jumped up and said loudly.

"Tranquilizer," Binny said. "A little sleeping ingredient."

Edson collapsed without a word, and fell asleep on the bed.

"It's time to quiet him down," Leon agreed.

The meat grinder turned around and opened the drawer next to it. The tranquilizers and syringes that were originally placed inside were all gone, and it was obvious who took them away.

"How did you do that?" asked the werewolf in disbelief. "He's been sitting there!"

"Just a little teamwork." Binny sat down again and threw the needle into the trash can farther away.

Leon reshuffled the cards, and then said: "Next time you prepare the tranquilizer, don't wait too long. We are not interested in the nonsense of criminals."