I plant trees in the superhero world

We got to know each other, and we still have to exchange phone numbers, but when Cyril saw the contemporary young people took out a small notebook to write down the phone number, he was still silent.

"... Doesn't the mobile phone have a phone book?" After a long while, Cyril could hold back such a sentence.

"I'm not very good at using a mobile phone." Steve said a little shyly but honestly.

Cyril really felt that Steve was a little old-fashioned before. This word does not have a derogatory meaning. It does have the feeling of grandparents in the last century, but his grandparents will use their smartphones to make video calls. I really didn’t expect that there would be more Contemporary young men take notes in a small notebook.

For a moment, he looked at Steve with reverence in his eyes. At this level, at least he belonged to his great-grandfather.

Steve looked into Cyril's eyes, blue dog eyes inexplicably wronged.

"How about I teach you?" Cyril was still very soft-hearted after all.

"Thank you!"

Although Steve can only answer the phone and make calls (Cyril lamented that this is much weaker than his grandparents.), but his learning ability is not bad, and he quickly learned how to use the mobile phone to remember the phone.

Cyril is not a good teacher, but such a smart student is rare. On a whim, he taught Steve how to use a browser to search for what he wanted to find, and even helped him sign up for Twitter. That’s how he got his name. When Steve was tangled.

"What should I be named?"

"You can take whatever you like, and you can also use some nicknames of your own, as long as you are satisfied."

Finally, Steve solemnly entered the seven characters "Brooklyn Little Man" as his name.

Cyril looked at the man who still needed to look up to him even when he was sitting down: "You? A small man?" Do you have any misunderstanding about height, although Cyril never felt how short he was, after all, he was a southerner in his previous life. The southern boy is 1.7 meters and 1.8 meters, but Steve is a tall man of [-] meters and calls himself a "little man". It's really...amazing!

"I used to be frail and small...and then I got this tall," Steve explained.

"Oh." Cyril nodded again and again, "I understand, after entering puberty, I jumped up suddenly."

Steve thought back to the age of 25 when he accepted the super soldier experiment, and his face flushed: "Well, that's right, it's puberty."

"Okay, let's go back to each house and find each mother."

"...my mother died a long time ago."

Cyril suffocated, and the whip that was whipped just now began to hurt again. He subconsciously wanted to touch his back, but he still tried to explain: "... this sentence is a Chinese saying, which means Go home, there is no ambiguity."

Seeing Cyril's suddenly pale face, Steve asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

"Just now when I came out of the toilet, my back hit the door panel." Cyril nonsense.

Steve didn't think much about it, he touched Cyril's back casually, and he didn't feel any swelling, so he comforted him: "It's okay, the pain should be gone soon, you should be more careful."

"Uh-huh."

Cyril's male body and female body exist in a strange state. They are the same height, and the wounds on the female body cannot be seen on his own body, but the pain still remains on his body; but the wounds on the male body , The scars on the body can still be seen on the female body.But even so, it was already very helpful for him to hide his identity.

A few days later, when Cyril came home from get off work, he found a Lamborghini parked downstairs in a flamboyant color, with a gold and red color scheme and an open top. Although he had no worries about food and clothing, Cyril was self-sufficient in earning money. Silently complaining about driving a convertible, what if it rains?

"Is the car nice?"

Cyril jumped down, and only then noticed a man in a dark red suit and sunglasses in the car. Because of the dim light, he just couldn't find it.

Seeing Cyril's expression, the man couldn't help but said, "You didn't see me? You couldn't see me?"

Cyril saw the man's face clearly, and slightly pulled a perfunctory smile: "Sorry, I'm short-sighted, within three meters, humans and animals can't be distinguished."

Tony Stark has such a violent temper, he immediately got out of the car and walked in front of Cyril, almost spraying him with heat: "How about it, can you see it clearly now?"

Cyril rubbed his face and took two steps back: "Be careful, I feel like you're going to spit on my face."

Tony obviously felt rejected, his big caramel-colored eyes were full of shock, nonsense, everyone loves Iron Man, the man in front of him must have been blinded by his light.

Cyril murmured in his heart, why did Iron Man appear here? Could it be that he was exposed?Impossible, if Batman loses his horse, he can't even lose his horse!

Cyril thought about it for a second, and understood, it must be his neighbor who lost his horse. Stark must have found out that it was his neighbor who acted bravely and punished him yesterday. After all, Steve not only covered his face yesterday, but also his clothes It has not been changed, and its body shape has not blocked it, so it is easy to compare it through technology.

Unlike him, who directly became a master of women's clothing, with big breasts and small waist, even his own mother couldn't recognize him.

"Your neighbor has a guy named Steve Rogers, right? Do you know him well?"

Just when Cyril's thoughts no longer knew where to turn, Tony asked, and successfully pulled back Cyril's unrestrained brain circuit.

"I'm not familiar with it, I've seen it a few times." Cyril denied it.

Tony raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Didn't you have dinner with him last weekend, and now you don't know him well?"

Cyril showed a polite smile: "Mr. Stark, you are the richest man in the United States and the owner of Stark Industries. You became famous at a young age. I think you have attended countless banquets. You can't hold a banquet with you at every banquet." People who have cups are familiar with it."

Very good, very good at playing, Tony felt like he met a fox, very cunning, but also a little immature.

"This Monday at six o'clock in the morning, you get a message from your neighbor; at twelve o'clock at noon, you get another one; every day at six o'clock in the morning, you get a message from Steve Rogers, you will reply, and at night, the time is not fixed, you guys Text messages will be exchanged until ten o'clock in the evening at the latest..."

The cell phone in Cyril's pocket vibrated, and Tony continued: "I think this message also came from a neighbor you don't know well, how much do you talk to people you don't know well?"

Cyril became a little angry from embarrassment, and his face flushed with anger: "Are you investigating my communication records?"

"You know, you are using STARKPHONE. Every developer can check the user's phone records, and this is not considered an investigation." Tony said triumphantly.

Fuck, he will change to an Apple tomorrow!

But Tony didn't come for him, he waved his hand: "Okay, okay, you go back, don't tell your neighbors that I have been here."

Cyril secretly glanced at Stark's chest, the purple lines could be faintly seen from the slightly open neckline, he quietly asked the system: "When will Iron Man's palladium poisoning be cured, why am I a little worried that he won't last completely Did you burp completely on the day you recovered?"

The system's voice today is somewhat serious, and it is no longer Xiao Daji's voice: "Don't worry, everyone will live well after you die."

Cyril said quietly as he walked into the apartment: "Actually... I think, Iron Man is a superhero, how can he be tortured by toxins? In this way, I am willing to give him the whole damage reduction buff. How about you? Give me some more rewards, I am not picky about learning more skills, how about it?"

Cyril felt that he didn't have any offensive skills, the only one he had was the whip, but the attack power wasn't very strong either. He personally prefers those with more explosive damage.

The system smiled "hehe" and saw Cyril's small plan: "You have a good idea. It is impossible to learn skills if you learn skills. At most, you can upgrade your skills."

An upgrade is an upgrade, something is better than nothing, but——

"I think I can try to use the previous skill coupon and see what changes can be made?"

"You can choose to upgrade the healing skill or the harmony between man and nature, but the Azure Dragon Whip skill cannot be upgraded yet," the system said flatly.

Although it is different from Cyril's expectation, it doesn't improve the attack very much, but it is better than nothing. After thinking about it, he thinks that the skill of harmony between man and nature is more practical, and he feels that the healing skill is so-so for a while. too much help.

"It's better to upgrade the skill of harmony between man and nature."

Every skill in the system has only three levels. He is very curious, what will happen to the unity of heaven and man who can summon the little green dragon after reaching the full level.

After listening to the system's skill introduction, Cyril turned into petrification...

It's still early, let's go home first.

The light in the corridor has been repaired, and the light is bright white. Cyril took out the key to open the door, but suddenly something seemed to be kicked, and there was the sound of a plastic box. He looked down and saw an opaque blue fresh-keeping box at the door of his house. He was extremely puzzled, and the scenes of various murders he had seen before appeared in front of his eyes, and all kinds of severed fingers, eyeballs, etc. were all made up by his brain.

In the end, he squatted down and carefully opened the box. There was a "click" sound, because Cyril was overly nervous, and it sounded very scary, but inside was...

Bai Shengsheng's fresh coconuts? !

Where is Bai Shengsheng's brain?What about the bloody severed finger?

Damn, Bai is getting nervous.

The coconuts in the crisper are of different shapes, as if they were scooped out with a spoon, they are still very fresh, and they smell of sweet coconut... Well, this is nonsense, if the coconut is not coconut, it can be what?

But, who will send this?

Steve was watching the evening news, when he heard the doorbell ringing suddenly, he put down the remote control, opened the door, and smiled kindly when he saw someone coming: "Good evening, Cyril."

Cyril raised the crisper in his hand and signaled to Steve: "Good evening, Steve. Is this from you?" After all, he has only mentioned this matter to Steve recently.

"Ah, yes, when I was buying fruit today, I thought that you liked to eat coconuts that day. Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I took them out for you, otherwise I was afraid that you would not be able to open the shell of coconuts."

Cyril was indeed a little moved, after all, in his heart, he and Steve were not that familiar yet, but Steve actually remembered his unintentional words, and he couldn't help but sincerely said: "Thank you very much Steve, very much sorry to bother you."

"It's okay, I'll do it easily, so you don't have to find a hammer to hit you." Steve waved his hands again and again, his blue eyes full of sincerity.

"But it's very troublesome for you to break it open with a hammer."

Shi Opening Coconuts with His Bare Hands Di True Hercules Fu: "...No trouble, no trouble."

Looking at the "honest and honest" Steve, Cyril decided to be sincere and friendly to him: "Just now I met a man downstairs. He asked me about your news and monitored your phone records." After all, Cyril's own phone records were found, and Steve's cell phone must have been monitored.

"who is it?"

Steve's complexion seemed to sink in an instant, and a bitter breath swept over him. Even when facing Iron Man and Sangbian, Cyril did not feel this sense of oppression. What is Steve's identity...

Fortunately, Steve seemed to realize that his momentum was not right, and restrained his momentum: "Sorry, you go ahead."

Cyril looked at Steve secretly, and said calmly: "It's Iron Man Tony Stark, why do you have a grudge against him?"

Steve was taken aback for a moment, but he seemed to let out a sigh of relief: "He... I mean, it's okay, he should just be a little curious, it's okay, he won't do anything." Tony must have found out his identity, But he is Howard's son, and he also trusts him.

Cyril couldn't help the black question mark face: "What are you curious about?" Even if you know that Steve is the man who made a righteous move, why is Steve so calm?

Steve got stuck for a while and tried his best to make up: "Uh, you know I'm...a boxing coach, right? I used to be...yes, I was Tony's fitness trainer. I quit suddenly. He was just curious." At first Steve made it up a bit dryly, but the more he said it, the smoother it became.

Cyril looked at Steve trying to be calm, but "nervous" was written in his eyes, forget it, we are just neighbors after all, why bother to ask so many questions.

"Okay, good night, I wish you a good night's sleep."

"Good night, for you, don't forget to get up and run tomorrow morning, it's good for your health."

"……All right."

Why did he come to Steve so desperately? !