I, Xiaoman, a female, am an out-and-out unlucky guy. Good things never have anything to do with me, but bad things always happen to me.
The delicious beef noodles in the cafeteria are often sold out when it's my turn; there's never a seat on the bus; I can't find a job for two or three months; when I'm occasionally late for work, I'll meet someone in the elevator who is above the company's vice president level; I even have to retake the college entrance examination more than twice. . . . .
Do I have the word "unlucky guy" written on my forehead? ? Is it written? ? Is it written? ? ?
Even my love life is like this. Unbelievable things are normal for me, high-frequency events, because I am an unlucky person.
Okay, I admit it. . . . . .
Conception: