Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

The small group of Peter, Nightwing, and The Flash briefly discussed the topic of "how to pursue a man who is a little older than himself, mature, gentle, elegant, wise, rich and almost perfect".

After a brief discussion in the middle of the night, it took a few hours to briefly swipe out the number of messages that others might not be able to swipe out in a month.

However, no useful conclusions were reached.

After all, the object Peter proposed does not sound ordinary and difficult. It sounds like a peak that only veterans in love like Bruce or Tony dare to challenge, and the three young people who have not even climbed the mountain can think of Basically, they are old-fashioned techniques from the Internet or movies and novels that you have seen. Peter can imagine how tragic the ending would be if he really dared to use those routines on Chris. .

So in the end, he could only eat the double cheese beef burger that the Flash packed from Central City early in the morning, sitting in the classroom with a serious face and wandering away.

The option of asking Mr. Stark or Mr. Wayne for advice was decisively crossed out by him. Peter didn't think he could keep the secret of "Chris is his sweetheart" in front of these two, and to be honest, they are all taking their own Treating him like a child might not only not provide help but also become a hindrance. Peter felt that his hope was already slim enough, and there was no need to artificially add any ups and downs.

Or should I put it this way, in fact, Peter didn't think that he could really succeed. Peter, who had been facing Chris for less than half of a week, knew how difficult Chris's capture was.

He is like those boys who run after the cheerleaders and the girls who stand on the sidelines and cheer for the football team. Knowing that there is little hope, but if you don't try hard to fight for it, it seems that your life is missing a corner.

Moreover, Peter has just submitted his university application materials, holding Tony Stark, Bruce Wayne, and even Captain America's recommendation letters, and a young man with outstanding grades, no university would be willing to reject him Yes, Peter calculated how many universities he finally applied to under the various recommendations of the superheroes. No matter which one he went to, it basically meant leaving New York for another strange city.

It also means that his part-time job in Chris's store probably won't last long.

So this feeling seems to have been time-prescribed, and the sense of urgency brought about by this time-prescription has given a certain mission-like color.

He wants to chase it, even if the probability of real success may only exist in a dream.

He still wants to work hard.

Working hard even knowing that 90.00% of them will fail is the unique courage of a young man of Peter's age.

A kind of courage that can't help but be in awe even if the thing you're working on is so absurd that it's almost ridiculous.

Probably this is also one of the reasons why Chris didn't directly end this hopeless secret love at the very beginning when he noticed that Peter's scorching gaze fell on him, which was obviously beyond the limit.

The courage of never being discouraged under the premise of failure endows young people with a very contagious charm that can never be replicated or repeated.

He couldn't say anything too hurtful for a while.

Maybe I was too indulgent with him.Chris watched his clerk bustling around the store as vigorously as a milk dog, with a scrutinizing and harsh look.

And Peter, who noticed his gaze, gave him a smile that was too bright, so bright that it seemed to be shining.

Well, the absurd and unreasonable love of young people.

Chris looked away.

And it's not necessarily love.

Don't think he didn't notice that half of Peter's gaze was down the waistline.

Chris smiled coldly, and pressed the system that tried to mock him.

Ah.

This subtle atmosphere in the store lasted for several days, until one day Mr. Tony Stark pushed open the store door in an almost rough way.

Tony's big caramel-colored eyes were full of anger, and he even put on the portable arm armor he had just modified.

But his whole person is calm, just like every time he pushed the door and came in before, with a kind of calm to almost cold silence, he greeted Chris with a smile, but it was like This friend was looking at him like a stranger.

Chris smiled and asked him nonchalantly if he wanted to try the new donuts, his usual sharpness seemed to have failed so he couldn't seem to see Tony's furrowed brows and clenched jaw.

Of course, he knew why he was angry, since his system, which was the best at digging holes for him, had tipped him off just half an hour ago.

But Chris really has nothing to blame the system. After all, the system had already deleted all the videos that could prove that he had a direct relationship with Anjieka. Even Chris himself did not find any flaws after the inspection. It is conceivable that Bruce still has the operation of recovering and reconstructing the picture reflected by a certain window glass in another surveillance system, and the picture of that window glass almost completely broadcasts the whole scene of Chris turning into Anjieka, even if he didn't do it at first. There are pictures of adapting to the speed of the rabbit locomotive and almost hitting the wall.

Chris = Anjieka = the girl hero who died in the wormhole.

Tony, who provided technical support for the restoration and reconstruction, came up with this equation even faster than Bruce.

Should he have said that he was astounded as hell.

Tony didn't think this was funny at all, he pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a smirk that didn't reach his eyes, but besides his anger, there was some kind of anger and powerlessness poking in his heart, making him feel uncomfortable all over his body.

He had already passed the initial stage of shock, and the sense of frustration that he had ignored all the way along the way had subsided, but the emotions left behind were so complex that he even felt a bit of a headache.

"Fuck." He couldn't help cursing, and threw the donut in his hand at Chris, pretending that what he threw was Captain America's shield or something more lethal, and the words that came out of his mouth were It lacks the meaning of questioning and looks like a child's anger.

Everyone has their own secrets. Anjieka's identity is Chris's secret. Just like him, he hides his anxiety because of the girl's sacrifice. They have no obligation to share their secrets with each other.

But he must be allowed some right to vent his unhappy mood.

"It's really interesting, isn't it? Huh?" Tony's tone was even a little frivolous, and then the smile on his mouth froze slightly, and the sudden emotional outburst when he kicked the table caught people off guard.

"I'm fucking Angieka!"

A violent, but short-lived outburst of emotion.

Like a gust of wind howling past.

Chris lost one teacup in this outburst, and only one.

It was as if Tony's anger and loss of control only existed for a moment, and the next second he leaned back as discouraged, with his usual arrogant and relaxed appearance.

"Well, I can't say that about a girl." Tony looked at the donut that he threw on the ground with a sarcasm, raised his eyebrows and snorted pointedly.

Chris turned his head and looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the surveillance camera across the street that was running around the clock. It seemed that he could see Bruce with his mouth crazily raised on the other side through this surveillance.

It's rare to be able to trick him once to watch him capsize in the gutter, how could Bruce give up this great opportunity.

But Chris didn't do anything, he calmly waited for Tony to slip from the peak of emotion, and looked up into Tony's eyes.

"If you mind this matter, I apologize to you." His tone is unhurried, the standard tone that can be put into the textbook level, "but I still don't think I made a wrong decision."

At that time, the quickest and most convenient way to get out was to escape directly. As for whether it would leave a psychological shadow on others or something like that...

Chris doesn't think he's included philanthropy in his profile yet.

"Tsk, I didn't say you did something wrong." Tony leaned back in the chair and looked at him, biting a donut and lifting his chin, his voice sounded a bit vague, "Has anyone ever said you're an asshole, the real deal The kind that surprised me.”

His caramel-colored eyes blinked, and he couldn't see any extra emotions clearly as if covered by a layer of mist.

Chris smiled at him, seemingly sincerely apologetic.

He didn't seem to be moved at all.

It was an irritating look that seemed to be stuck in the cotton and did not vent. Tony found himself not surprised by Chris's attitude at all. The whole person was divided into two parts, and the half was as chaotic as Half of the furry cat trapped in the ball of wool rolled its eyes at Chris calmly.

Just like the psychological trauma caused by the unnecessary sacrifice, the restlessness, the insomnia at night, and the guilt, they were all so calm that they were not worth mentioning, and there was no trace left behind.

"I never deny that," Chriss said.

Yes, with this bastard-to-righteous attitude.

So all kinds of emotions were held back in his stomach, bit by bit swallowed by Tony himself.

"I think Mr. Wayne will have a lot in common with you." Chris never concealed that he was a bastard with black water in his bones, and he didn't think it was something shameful to cover up.

But precisely because he never concealed his integrity, he gave people a kind of frank and upright natural favorability bonus, and unconsciously ignored the coldness and indifference and ambiguity that he showed.

Coupled with the nature of being a businessman who seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages and does not cause trouble, it makes him seem to be in line with the psychological tendency of most people most of the time, as if there is no harm to an honest businessman who does good deeds.

Although in fact, in his eyes, the boundary between good and evil has never been blurred, the world is a mess of chaos and chaos.

Just like if the meaning of condemnation is to make the other party understand the harm he has caused and feel remorse, then for Chris, any condemnation will have no effect at all.

He has always been aware of the harm and pain he has caused, and he knows it empathically, without any remorse.

Every apology in his mouth is no different from the tears of a crocodile, not an apology for the harm he caused.

"But I think I still need to apologize to you." Chris smiled, brows and eyes curved without any apology, "for the consequences I caused."

He's just saying, I know I've hurt you, but I'm sorry, I can't repent of it.

Because he is willing to bear all the consequences for every choice he makes.

The good, the bad, the trivial, the earth-shattering.

Since he has already accepted all the consequences frankly, why bother to feel remorse as if he has done a huge mistake.

There is no distinction between good and evil, only survival and balance.

"So I also think your apology is useless." Tony said half-truth, and after a few seconds of silence, he stood up and looked at Chris, "If you really want to express your apology, let me see her."

The nightmare that haunted him endlessly, he had to see it with his own eyes before he could wake up from the nightmare.

"Okay." Chris smiled.

Even if Tony had already crawled out of the abyss of nightmare by himself.

Tony wondered if he was dreaming again, and then he was soberly aware that this was reality. He looked at Chris, who was so unstable that his feet were slightly suspended to maintain his balance. The appearance with clear eyes and beautiful long hair was similar to There was no difference in his memory.

He whistled, as surprised and admiring as he was when he saw it for the first time, "Cool."

"This feeling is really good." He twitched the corner of his mouth and put on that Stark-style smirk, clenched his fists and made a crisp sound, "It couldn't be better."

It was so good that he couldn't express it in words. He just wanted to have a deep and affectionate communication with Chris, so that he could truly experience the rich and complex emotions in his heart.

In all fairness, he admitted that he finally felt a little sense of reality when he actually saw the girl appearing in front of him again, and the joy and excitement that spread made him unable to maintain his expression.

It seemed that after a painful and long transformation, he finally got a new life. The whole world lifted the fog in front of him and became more colorful and beautiful.

If he could have a good communication with Chris, he thought the world would be a better place.

With his fists, and his newly modified portable arm armor.

He thought so, and he did.

As far as deepening his plastic friendship with Chris, he'd have to do something to let off steam, since Chris was such a complete jerk.

No one likes to be kept in the dark like an idiot, but who makes Chris pretty likeable most of the time, so the great Stark decided to accommodate his friend's little flaws.

Well, not too small, but you can't ask too much from a jerk.

Chris also fully satisfied Tony's appeal for an exchange of feelings, demonstrated to him the correct fighting method of a mage, and told Tony with facts that there would be no other idiot besides Loki who dared to use flesh and armor in melee combat [beep—— 】.

Tony, who didn't bring his own full suit of armor and wasn't ready to really turn against Chris, could only use international gestures to express his inner feelings.

Tony gave Chris a heartfelt middle finger.

Sincere and sincere.