I'm dying every day [Comprehensive British and American]

"...Don't make trouble." Charles didn't move, just shouted in a good temper.

It took a while for Bernice to calm down, she could hardly look at Charles directly, for fear that he would make her heart skip a beat.

"No, no, no, students must not see you like this." Bernice said seriously, "Only I can see it."

"Neither can Magneto."

Charles: "..."

Charles always felt that she seemed to have misunderstood something, opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, so he took off the cat ear headband on his head and returned it to Bernice, "You should leave this to someone else."

He glanced at the candy basket that Bernice was carrying, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to give out candy too? I hope you get along well with the students."

Bernice shrugged: "I'm just afraid that those little brats will bother me." She raised the basket, "Yo, you too?"

He shook his head: "No need, leave it to the students."

Bernice pretended not to hear, she grabbed a handful of candies and forced them into Charles's pocket, saying solemnly: "These candies are infused with my love, eating them will bring good luck."

Charles is speechless by Bernice every day, but after thinking about her ability, she is "lucky", maybe it can really bring good luck.

Although he felt that it was still unreliable, he nodded: "...Thank you."

Saying goodbye to Charles, Bernice saw that there were still 15 minutes before class, so she walked leisurely to the classroom. On the way, she saw Qin quietly sitting under a tree reading a book on the grass outside the window. She wanted to care about the lonely students, so Go over and say hello to her: "Yo."

"Teacher." Qin's surprise was written all over her face, and she stood up quickly, a little taller than Bernice.

Jean, like Charles, didn’t dress herself up in particular, she still wore her usual clothes. Every time she watched Bernice, she would unconsciously appear in "Game of Thrones". Bernice looked at the child with pity.

So Bernice took out the cat ear headband that Charles had just worn, said "How can I not cater to the atmosphere for Halloween" and put it on Qin.

Qin didn't know how to refuse, so she stood there helplessly.

Bernice tilted her head: "What's the matter, don't you like it?"

"No, I..." Qin blushed, "...does it look good?"

Jean Gray was originally a good-looking red-haired girl, and Bernice said honestly: "It's pretty, just a little worse than me."

Qin's head drooped even lower, but there was a rare smile on her face: "Thank you teacher."

Bernice waved her hand to say no thanks, left a sentence of "Don't be late for class soon" and turned to leave.

Qin kept looking at her handsome back, reached out to touch the furry cat ears on her head, hesitated for a while and still didn't take them off.

……

"Trick or treat!"

Bernice was almost frightened by Wanda who appeared out of nowhere. She fixed her eyes and saw that the little girl was dressed as a nurse, wearing a nurse's skirt with a few puddles of fake blood on it. Wearing a little nurse hat, quite cute.

"What's wrong with Gray? He's always like 'I'm lonely and I have no friends'," Bernice asked as she offered her candy.

"She just transferred here this semester, so she doesn't know everyone very well." Wanda said, "I went to talk to her, but she doesn't seem to like interacting with strangers."

Bernice nodded thoughtfully, looked around, but didn't find another figure, so she asked, "Where's Pietro?"

Mentioning this, Wanda's expression instantly became complicated, and she pointed in a certain direction, "There."

Bernice looked over, but couldn't help but fell silent.

Pietro was standing on the stairs in purple armor. The poor quality of the armor should have been driven out temporarily. It could even be seen that some of the seams were glued on. The ugly helmet blocked most of his body. A face, and Bernice barely recognized him from a tuft of grandma's gray hair that was exposed.

...is this cos Magneto?

Pietro raised the cloak behind him, crossed his waist in a majestic manner, and said in a low voice deliberately pretending: "I am Magneto, the leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants!"

passerby:"……"

He immediately became the focus, and the corners of Bernice's mouth twitched wildly, asking, "What medicine did your brother take?"

At this moment, Wanda just wanted to pretend that she didn't know the second child who was standing on the stairs. She covered her face in shame, "I don't know..."

Pietro seems to be addicted to pretending, and he continued with a straight face: "My wish is to let this world be controlled by mutants! There is noble blood in our bodies, it is time to overthrow them regime!"

Hey, this is simply the second disease of the middle school, not Magneto, right? !Everyone was ashamed.

What Bernice thought was: This cosplay is too unqualified, doesn't he know that the essence of imitating Magneto lies in the shark's smile?

Pietro was so absorbed in his speech that he didn't notice the slight footsteps behind him. He only saw the sudden change in the expressions of the others, and he raised his nose proudly without any doubt and said, "Why don't you speak? Is it me?" Playing too much like it scares you? Hahahahahaha!"

Li Qianhuan said in a trembling voice: "It's not...you, behind you..."

"Behind me? What happened behind me..."

Pietro turned around and found a person standing behind him at some point. He raised his head slowly, from the pure white shirt to the top two unbuttoned buttons, from the slightly protruding collarbone to the smooth chin, and finally to the She had a pair of clear blue eyes like glass beads.

After seeing the man's appearance clearly, Pietro's legs went limp, and the arrogance of bold words just now dissipated without a trace, and he almost peed out of fear.

Wan Wan Wan Wan Wan Magneto? !

Pietro Shanzhai version of Magneto Maximoff and Eric true Magneto Lanshere looked at each other, and the former's whole body gradually petrified and turned into a stone statue.

The whole place was silent.

Eric was a full head taller than Pietro. He lowered his eyelids and took a look at Pietro's outfit. His eyelashes almost covered those terrifying blue eyes.

After a while, he said lightly: "The props are good."

The aura of the person in front of him was too strong, and Pietro didn't dare to move as if he had been cast a holding spell. He subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and looked like he was about to cry: "Thank you, thank you...QAQ"

Eric's eyes didn't stay on the boy dressed as himself, his eyes passed over the boy, and fell on the blond woman with a pair of orange/cat ears on top of her head not far away.

He maintained the same expression on his face, his lips, which were so thin that they seemed to be broken by biting, were tightly pressed, but there were slight waves in his cold eyes.

The two went up and down, looking into each other's eyes, and the surrounding was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

The tall brown-haired man walked down the stairs, and under the breathless gaze of the crowd, he walked slowly step by step towards Bernice who was watching and eating melons.

When Eric stood in front of Bernice, she realized that he was not as thin as he looked from a distance. His shoulders were very broad, and the waistline was outlined by the hem that was not in the belt. The rolled up sleeves did not make him feel uncomfortable. Looking refreshed, there is a kind of indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Perhaps it was an illusion, the frost on the man's face finally cracked a little, and the corners of his mouth rose a few millimeters.

He said, "Long time no see, Bernice."

He spoke so softly that Bernice felt as if she had been scratched by a feather.

haven't seen you for a long time?What's happening here?

Many questions popped up in Bernice's mind, but at the moment she didn't have time to think, because her brain stopped functioning due to this half-smile expression.

Except for a short dark brown hair, there is hardly any trace of Jewishness on Eric's body, and his deep facial features are more inclined to the outline of the Germans. His eye color is not the pure blue of Charles, but blue. Gray as cold as steel.

When he spoke, Bernice could even see the protruding Adam's apple rolling up and down, from which the deep voice came out.

All doubts were left behind, and at this moment Bernice only had one thought——

Mom, this man is so sexy.