"In fact, I am just a slut, but my personality is the top and greatest slutty personality." The voice said: "Why is this? Real slutty never floats on the surface. It is hidden deep in the heart and blends into the blood. It is concealed with "candality", "sincerity", and "sincerity", and will only work at the most critical moments. The kind of slutty that can be seen at a glance is low-level. It can be said that as long as I don't take the initiative to tell others, no one will think I am a slutty. It can be said that as long as the person in front of me likes what temperament I can change into what temperament."

Song Baojun thought, "It's indeed the nature of vulgarity. I understand a little. Didn't we say we have merged, so how could you still speak in my mind?"

"The process of integration is very slow, maybe a few days or years, the key depends on the strength of your mind. Before we can fully integrate, we can conduct a brief exchange of ideas and guide you."

Song Baojun looked at himself in the mirror, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became, and casually said, "Guide? Then tell me how I deal with the situation in front of me?"

The vulgar personality seemed to have browsed his memory and said, "Let's go back to school first, I always have a way."

Song Baojun rubbed his chin unhappily and said, "I think you are doing it yourself." He didn't feel that his words and deeds had changed a lot from the past.

After eating two bowls of steaming white porridge, I felt that my strength had recovered a little. I was about to go out when I suddenly saw a pack of "Heshui brand cigarettes" and a gas lighter on the table in the living room.

His father is an authentic smoker and starts with consuming at least two cigarettes a month. Due to family living conditions, he smokes a box of River Brand cigarettes worth six yuan per box. I think the cigarette was thrown there by his father.

Song Baojun never smoked, and at this moment, there was an inexplicable throbbing in his heart - yes, a sudden commotion - he put the cigarette into his trouser bag.

The sky outside was clear, the clouds were flying, and the branches of the camphor tree in front of the door were swaying colorfully under the autumn wind. Song Baojun felt refreshed for a moment, and the past twenty-year gloomy life seemed to be gone.

Unexpectedly, he was stopped by two men and one woman at the entrance of the alley.

They are all young young men in their twenties. They are the first boy, the crown hairstyle of the Liberty Goddess head, dyed in three colors: red, yellow and green. The drooping bangs cover half of the face, and a nose ring is hung on the left wing. The black eyeshadow can be divided into the panda. The pendants on their body are layered and shiny, and they are whispering when walking. In addition, his small-foot crotch pants are also very eye-catching. The legs of the pants are tight, and the crotch is hanging all the way to the knees. The overall look is very simple and simple.

The other two men and women had colorful hair and all kinds of hairstyles and clothing. The three of them stood at the entrance of the alley, like a little red in the green bush, and like rat shit in the pearl eight treasure soup, making it impossible to ignore their existence.

Song Baojun was worried for a moment. It was the famous "Shamat? Kuangzhuoba Family" in this alley. He had seen it several times, but they didn't have much interaction with each other. He was only vacated fifty yuan by the leading "Mad Young Master" two years ago and said he was using it to buy cigarettes. At that time, Song Baojun was a stockpile and did not dare to say anything.

"Hey, that fool in front, come here!" The young man Kuang held half a cigarette butt in his mouth, raised his chin slightly, and shouted at him with a proud look.

Song Baojun quickly ran over, thinking while running: "Why do I feel a little nervous and scared? Didn't it mean that my mentality is calm?"

A voice in my mind screamed: "You're so excited that you haven't integrated yet? How dare you doubt my strength? Let's see how I deal with those three rat shit!"

Suddenly, Song Baojun felt a white light flashing in his mind, as if a thunderbolt had been made on the ground, making the surroundings white. When he ran to the Shamatt family, he had slowly recovered from his calmness.

"Isn't this the most popular and most popular Shamat family in our Chazhou, the highest-end, elegant and high-end?" Song Baojun shouted before he waited for the young man in front of him to speak: "Yoyo, this style is so luxurious, the hairstyle is beautiful and dazzling, highlighting the strange personality of the post-90s who do not surrender to society, especially the yellow hair on his forehead, which is too sexy and stylish."

The three young men of Shamatt didn't expect that what he said was like, and they were all stunned.

In just a short while, Song Baojun had seen the fragments of three Shamattes in his mind. He had heard the words that he had forgotten them only after hearing them, but now they are all reflected in his mind. The broken information is connected one by one to form an intuitive expression and then draw a conclusion.

The middle one calls himself "Mao Shao". He runs a clothing factory at home. His parents talk about business all year round. He stops studying after graduating from high school and keeps scrambling around. On the left is "Brother Zha" and the security guard in the Kuang Shao factory. I heard that he came to work from the nearby countryside. On the right is "Sister Ba" and the junior high school classmate of Kuang Shao's junior high school, his family sets up street stalls to sell clothes at night markets, and often gets goods from Kuang Shao's factory.

Song Baojun couldn't help but be amazed at his sudden intelligence analysis ability, but now he has no intention of being proud and continue to observe the crazy young master.

The young man can be said to be the leader of the trio. I saw that the child had frivolous expressions, his eyes were unstable, his nostrils were facing the sky, and his cuffs were not torn off, but deliberately pulled out and exposed. I thought he was very vanity, he had the desire to fully express his personality, but he also had a little inferiority complex, and he was eager to get recognition from others. His makeup was biased towards black, and he seemed to pursue Gothic style.

Song Baojun's nervousness was gone, and a sincere smile had already been squeezed out on his face, and he said, "Young Master, your outfit is really outstanding. It is completely dark heavy metal with a little wildness, but the necklace on his neck has a bit of vicissitudes. The smokey makeup on his eyes is simply the finishing touch, unruly, domineering, and confusing youthful melancholy...tsk tsk tsk!"

The young man reacted and saw that his praise seemed to come from the heart, and said proudly: "Can you see it too?"

Song Baojun gradually grasped the rhythm of his speech and replied: "Yes, so unique, so sad and bright, so appreciated by both the elite and the masses, it is difficult to see it. I guess no one can stop you. You are the trend of the whole city, the beacon of society, the spokesperson of fashion, and the forerunner of visual rock..."
Chapter completed!