I plant trees in the superhero world

When Cyril opened the door, there was already steaming milk on the dining table, with a simple sandwich next to it, and the smell of fried eggs wafted from the kitchen.

Cyril shrugged. He had already woken up early in order to go to Queens, but he got up at seven o'clock. As a result, this guy was already making breakfast. Sure enough, he was too old to understand the brain circuits of these young people.

However, just after waking up, Cyril, whose eyes were still a little swollen and unconscious, didn't want to say hello to the owner. He groped into the bathroom and found an unopened toothbrush on the bathroom table. Cyril couldn't help raising his eyebrows. That Steve is also too detailed, which really makes people feel very comfortable.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He had black hair and blue eyes, and his eyes were swollen. He probably didn't sleep well. Although he didn't love the bed, the bed last night was so hard that he wouldn't even lie on it. Basically, it was almost the same as a wooden board, and his body ached from sleeping. He was really as old-fashioned as the owner of this house... Well, in fact, the owner of this house still has a soft heart.

"Good morning." Steve saw Cyril coming out of the bathroom rubbing his hair and yawning. "Did you sleep well last night?" His stalwart figure is a bit too thin.

Cyril squeezed out a smile: "It's not bad, it's quite comfortable." Damn, he thinks he will yawn all day today.

But Cyril still knows that it is impolite to criticize someone else's bed in front of the owner, not to mention that the person is helping out of righteousness and confiscating the money, so how can he say anything.

Steve looked at the tiredness on his face. Although he was already a man according to his age, he still looked like a teenager. He almost became the eyes of mosquito coils. He said that he slept very well, but a little persuasion No power.

But he didn't say anything else, he said: "Come and have breakfast, I have prepared something simple, I don't know if it suits your appetite."

"Thank you." Ordinary sandwiches and fried eggs shouldn't be too bad.

Facts have proved that Steve’s craftsmanship is still very good. The freshly baked fried eggs are steaming hot, with some black pepper on top, which is indeed very fragrant. Although it is just a homely taste, he is a person without a home. Enjoy the taste.

Except for milk, Cyril felt a little unappetizing when he smelled the milky smell, and pushed it away with a look of disgust.

"Don't you drink milk?" Steve looked at Cyril's thin figure, a little disapproving, "You still need to drink more milk, you can grow taller, and it's good for your body."

Cyril listened to Steve preaching naturally, although it was well-intentioned, but it was still difficult for Cyril to understand, how could he preach so naturally?They don't seem to know each other well.

But he is not so impolite: "I am 22 years old, and I won't grow taller if I drink milk." So it doesn't matter if you don't drink this kind of thing, he will be unhappy if he drinks it.

Steve still wanted to persuade him, but he shut up hesitantly when he looked at the milk full of disgust. Young people in this era don't like to be preached.

Cyril couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief when he saw Steve bowing his head to eat. Of course he knew that Steve had good intentions, but sometimes he would still feel uncomfortable if he cared too much. up.

Cyril stood at the entrance, shaking the car key in his hand: "Where do you go to work, Steve, I can take you for a while if you drop by." He smiled with a row of white teeth and bright eyes.

"I... don't go to work today, I just came back from a business trip."

"Wake up so early without going to work?"

"I used to be a soldier, I'm used to it." Steve said lightly.

Cyril was in awe, a soldier, that's different.But maybe he was dirty. When he mentioned being a soldier, he couldn't help but think of picking up soap... and then he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Until sitting in the car, the thoughts that waved to the sky returned. The last boyfriend sometimes said some nasty jokes.

"Is this the internet celebrity cafe?"

"The decoration is really nice, the Minions and SpongeBob SquarePants are super cute!"

"Is this the boss? So handsome!"

……

This is the reason why the coffee shop opened by Cyril has a booming business even though the food is only ordinary and delicious. In this era, appearance is justice. As long as you are good-looking, basically everything can be forgiven. Think about how many good-looking people there are. The villain was forcibly excavated by everyone.

Cyril's American manga-themed coffee shop is decorated with the most popular Minions and SpongeBob SquarePants elements in recent years. Publicity effect, it is difficult not to be popular.

Even though, his dignified store manager doesn't know how to make desserts...

Well, he is the only one paddling in the whole cafe.

"Hello, do you recruit part-time jobs here?"

A brown-haired middle school student walked up to him and asked shyly.

Cyril looked at this young man who was about the same height as himself, with brown hair and brown eyes, very cute, and very harmless, which made his heart soften. He thought for a while and asked, "Are you a student of Zhongcheng Middle School?" Is it?" After all, there is only that middle school nearby.

"Yeah, yes." The little boy nodded, really well-behaved, and took out his student ID card.

"What's your name?"

"Peter, my name is Peter Parker."

"Ok, Peter, you come to work for three hours after school every day, I'll charge you ten dollars per hour, and you come here for three hours on Saturday night, the salary is 15% more, and you don't have to go to work on Sunday, what do you think?"

Peter's eyes lit up: "Really? I mean, this is amazing!"

The wages of part-time jobs are very low, especially in such a shop where he can only do some work such as serving dishes. Even if it is an Internet celebrity cafe, there will be no customers at night, but with such a high salary, He was really going to be ecstatic.

Cyril glanced at the phone: "Well, today is Saturday, if you can, you can come to work at six o'clock in the afternoon and get off work at nine o'clock, and you won't use it on the weekend tomorrow,"

"Yeah, I can. I'll be there on time in the afternoon!"

Cyril looked at Peter's almost jumping figure, and couldn't help feeling, young man, he is so energetic, he is really old.

Suddenly, Cyril heard a soft voice in his mind: "Host, your long-term mission is online~"

At ten o'clock in the evening, Manhattan's nightlife has just begun.

The gorgeous lights, the hot girls, and the night scene are so strange that people's eyes are blurred, that kind of thin, shallow, dripping into the wine glass filled with colorful liquids, and slowly sinking.

Rarely, Tony Stark was finally tired from dancing. He took a glass of red wine and went to the balcony to breathe the fresh air. There was a hint of coolness in the night. Even though he had just stepped out of the lively dance floor, he still couldn't help shivering .

A weak and boneless little hand touched his back from the back of the waist along the spine, and the voice was charming: "Mr. Stark, why don't you dance?"

Tony grabbed the woman's hand, and when he turned his head to look, he couldn't help being amazed. The person who came was very beautiful, with blond hair, blue eyes, charming eyes, and a tall figure... Yes, Tony almost looked up at this lady in high heels Yes, but she is also really beautiful, although the pink dress does not suit this lady's temperament.

"Sweetheart, it seems that I didn't notice you just now. How could such a beautiful you be buried by the crowd?" Tony said sweetly as if he didn't want money, "How could a jewel like you be buried?"

The woman seemed to stiffen for a moment, then leaned close to Tony's ear and exhaled slowly: "Then sir, do you have time tonight?"

Where Tony couldn't see, the girl's eyes were particularly disgusting.

"Call me Tony."

The girl is kind and kind: "Of course, Tony."

Tony left a group of people behind and drove the girl back to the villa.

"I don't know if I will be lucky enough to know your name?" Caramel-colored eyes looked at her flickeringly, seeming extraordinarily sincere.

The girl leaned against the car window and smiled a little: "You can call me Silla, can you be my teammate?"

teammate?What kind of trick is this?

Although he didn't quite understand, Tony said with a spoiled look: "Of course, sweetheart, as long as you want, I'm your teammate."

A systematic voice came from Silla's mind: "The team was formed successfully."

Although Iron Man's famous villa is Marbury in Los Angeles, it is not unusual for rich people to have real estate everywhere. Tony's villa in New York is also near the sea, with good scenery and few people. On the road around the sea, I drove for a long time without seeing any pedestrians.

Sira clutched her chest, looking very uncomfortable: "Hello, can I stop the car? I'm a little uncomfortable. I want to get motion sick. I want to get some air."

The way a beauty frowns is always very distressing.

"There is a beach ahead, let me stop there."

Sira sat on the beach, Tony sat beside her, and asked, "Are you all right? Are you comfortable now?"

Sira lowered her head and said in a low voice: "Yes, I feel much more comfortable now..." She seemed to say something else, but Tony couldn't hear it clearly, so he leaned closer to listen carefully...

"Good boy, go to sleep."

Tony saw only a cloud of pink smoke and lost consciousness.

Cyril stood up, his behavior was a bit rude, he was obviously wearing a short skirt, but he stood with his legs apart indifferently: "He is too weak, isn't this ability to stop action? Why did he just fall down and completely rest?" Food ready?"

The system silently complained in Cyril's brain: "Stark is suffering from palladium poisoning, okay? The body has been maintained in a relatively weak state."

"Then how long will he be in a coma? I remember using this skill for others before, and they only stopped for ten seconds."

When the system first bound Cyril, he was given three skills. One is the chameleon. As long as he uses this skill, he can blend in with any scenery in appearance. Even scientific instruments can’t tell the difference. Of course, If he uses thermal induction technology, he can't help it. However, once he uses this skill, he will not be exposed unless touched by others; the second is an acceleration skill, which can double the speed every four seconds. Each time lasts for three seconds, it is really a must-have skill for running; the last skill is the stun skill just used, he spits out a puff of pink smoke from his mouth, people who hit this skill will be stunned for three seconds And ten seconds, three seconds is for people with particularly strong bodies, such as Captain America and Superman, who will be dizzy for three seconds, and ordinary healthy people will be dizzy for ten seconds.

The system replied: "Iron Man is not a body-enhanced type after all, and he is not an ordinary person with good health. This skill will change according to her weakness. He will faint for about 3 minutes. Hurry up so that he does not wake up." .”

"Don't worry." With the letter of approval, Cyril will naturally act quickly.

The next second, an illusory green dragon appeared beside Cyril. The green dragon shook its body, and a faint blue light enveloped Tony. The tree-like lines on his neck slowly disappeared, and Sila pulled Tony's hair away. The button, revealing the blue light reactor on his chest, and a tree-like pattern around it, the poisoning was only temporarily suppressed, not cured.

This skill can remove the control effect of teammates, and can also reduce the damage by 10%. Cyril named it "Heaven and Man" based on the memory of the previous game. In the real world, this skill can last for two days. In a few days, he didn't have to worry that he would die from palladium poisoning.

"Can he find a solution? I don't think I'll come every two days to make him a man of nature." Cyril looked at the comatose Tony with some disgust. Although he was handsome, but this kind of □□ trick, he really can't do it.

"Don't worry, he is Iron Man, he can do it." The system vowed.

"Okay, then... how do I go back!!!"

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Waking up, Tony lay on the beach with a chill on his chest, and his body was still covered with sand because of the evening wind.

Who is he?Where is he?

A little angel said that the protagonist’s salary to Peter is too low. I don’t know the price in the United States. I changed it. If it is still low, blame me, not the hero.

I changed it to 10 dollars. Everyone has opinions on this small money. Let me neutralize the opinions.