After the whitewashing of Chaoying, they were reborn [Comprehensive Yingmei]

On the weekend of two days and one night, the Atwell family drove to go camping in Manhattan's Central Park.

All three had a great time.

…Excluding that Johnson drank too much wine at night, hugged Sasha and babbled, crying about how they survived the 8 years of losing him day by day.

Sasha was lifted up in the air by a tough policeman with a beard, and he was helpless:

"...Okay, okay, Dad, it's almost..."

Hilda got into the tent to find tissues, but accidentally found that an email had entered the phone.

It's a formal funding agreement, probably from Stark Industries' legal department.

As long as she agrees to sign, this million-dollar agreement will really come into effect.

Hilda was holding a fresh and hot giant pie, feeling extremely anxious.

A huge backer, inexplicably came to the door by herself, chasing (seeing the speed of the Stark Industries legal department, they seem to be really in a hurry) to rely on herself, this kind of thing, her research career of more than 30 years, But it never happened...

On second thought, could it be a new way of defrauding?

She gritted her teeth and called back the company phone number in the email signature.

The phone was picked up quickly.

There was a gentle and calm female voice on the phone: "Hello. This is Stark Industries' exclusive artificial intelligence, and I will serve you wholeheartedly on Friday. Please tell me your name?"

Hilda: "I'm emmm yesterday... Hilda Atwell who had the honor to meet Miss Potts, I just want to confirm—"

Friday: "Voiceprint confirmed, Mrs. Atwell, please wait. Connecting with Mr. Stark."

Hilda: "?!?! No, wait, wait!"

late.On the other end of the phone came a deep, elegant, magnetic, and confident male voice.

He is no different from the camera darling who appears on TV all the year round, the billionaire Stark Group president.

It's just inexplicably...a little apprehensive...

It must be an illusion!Hilda thought anxiously.

Tony: "Any questions about our partnership agreement, Mrs. Atwell?"

Hilda stammered: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean...to disturb your work, I just wanted to confirm, are you really going to fund my research career... No, no one thinks that your decision-making is not calm Meaning, I just wanted to..."

Tony turned his face away and exhaled quietly.

He tried his best to hold back his capable voice: "That is indeed what your research institute needs most right now, isn't it? Stark Industries has always been committed to supporting talents in the field of science, you don't need to..."

In the middle of his speech, he vaguely heard the vague voice of a teenager coming from the other end of the phone.

Tony tightened his voice: "Enhance the background vocals to the highest definition, hurry up on Friday...!"

Friday: "Got it, boss."

Sasha came in with an old policeman who looked like a big pendulum clock, and said helplessly to Hilda:

"Mom, Dad threw up all over me. Where's the towel?"

I saw Hilda holding the phone again, with a nervous expression, waving at him desperately, signaling him to keep quiet for now.

Can't help but ask in doubt: "Mom, who are you calling?"

Hilda said in a breathy voice: "It's the chairman of the Stark Group, baby...! Wait a minute, Mom will come right after the phone call."

Sasha frowned, slightly suspicious.

Yes, he knew that it was Stark Industries who provided the most powerful backing for his mother's research—for which he was really grateful to Pepper—but he suddenly remembered that the biggest boss of Stark Industries, According to the initial setting when it did not deviate, the management style seems, it seems...a little bit harsh...

... In the comics, many villains were born from the company.

Of course, the manager has now become Pei Bo, but his mother will not have to live in the research institute and work overtime every day in the future, right? ? ?

Sasha murmured softly, "Isn't it Saturday night? That's the start of getting you to work?"

Hilda desperately patted his ass to let him go, and the little golden retriever jumped aside immediately, making funny faces while running:

"Ask about capitalism, the evil capitalism."

Hilda was frightened to death: "Speak nonsense!"

After the troublemaker ran out of the tent, she nervously pressed her ear back to the phone.

The voices of the mother and son were as soft as lips, and she held the phone tightly. She was sure that the other party didn't hear anything.

Hilda: "Mr. Stark? I'm sorry, there was a little situation here just now... I just want to say, thank you very much..."

Hilda: "S, Mr. Stark? Excuse me, are you still online?"

Hilda: "...Hello?"

On Monday, the New York Times withdrew its original headline and added an impromptu bombshell.

"All employees of Stark Industries will take a paid vacation for one week!Tony Stark responds: No reason, just let it go"

Except for the confused but joyful employees of Stark Industries, all large and small companies and consortiums in the United States were scared to death by the sudden decision of the Stark Group's hands-off shopkeeper.

You must know that Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne, who are on the same level on the Forbes rich list, have hundreds of millions of transnational cooperations related to their industries, and can even directly determine the survival of countless small and medium-sized enterprises.

Countless people anxiously speculated whether Stark Industries had fallen into a debt crisis and had to suspend work and reduce costs to save itself;

However, economists who keep an eye on Stark Group's performance and the stock market have found that since the opening of the San Francisco branch, Stark Industries' net profit is still growing steadily, and there is no operating problem at all.

"It's a kind of performance art," commented Jimmy Olson, a photographer for the Daily Planet, "it is a mockery and a counterattack to the 'no vacation culture' that is prevalent in American society today. Big data shows that 40% of the country's active employees take their own vacations. Give up vacations, 91% of employees' personal time still needs to be dedicated to work tasks, alas, if only Stark Industries also had photographers just needed-I mean, ahem, I mean, I don't think White The editor-in-chief meant harshly, ahem..."

"Get ready, this is the beginning of a talent scramble, a sweet trap for Stark Industries!" Jonah Jameson, editor-in-chief of the "Daily Horn", roared, "I dare say that the next recruiting season, Stark Industries will receive countless self-recommendation letters, and it concludes that other companies do not have the strength to make such a show, and similar companies can only wait for a new round of labor shortage!"

Sasha secretly played with her mobile phone in college class, and probably glanced at it.

I didn't understand anything else, but I just understood the holidays, and I was immediately refreshed: [Oh~~ It's better to come early than to come by coincidence, so it seems that my mother just caught up, and she can also take a week's paid leave. 】

Now the CEO of Stark Industries is Pepper. Obviously, his first comrade-in-arms with a deviation value of zero, even if he is in a high position after restarting, he still does not change the setting of being kind-hearted——

It must be that she is very sympathetic to her subordinates, so she has a week of paid leave for all staff!

Only then did Sasha feel completely relieved.

After signing the contract, Hilda's research institute is about to move, from a small apartment building in the outskirts to the Stark Building.

After class, Sasha also ran over to help.

The restarted Stark Tower is still a landmark building in Manhattan. When you step through the door, the first thing you see is not the open-air swimming pool and the stage, but the spotless high-end white hall, floating light screens and scientific research coming and going. personnel.

He ran into the underground experiment base with a box of microscopes on his shoulders, and after putting it down, he wanted to run out to find a toilet.

He only hesitated for a moment, and a small ball of light immediately emerged from the wall:

"Friday is at your service. Hello, Sasha. Your private lounge is upstairs on the left, with a washroom inside. Come with me."

Sasha ran into the overly large lounge, and it took him a long time to find the toilet.

He took off his pants and realized that what Friday was talking about was not "VIP lounge", but "your private lounge".

Sasha turned his head and looked around inexplicably.

No way, no way, even the family members of employees have specially built toilets?

Pepper's treatment of scientific researchers is a bit too good, right?

... Isn't the Stark Building above the first floor all toilets?

This bathroom looks very clean. There are no rose petals and milk baths all over the floor. The design is also quite technological. Even the toilet is fully automatic to wash and dry.

Sasha thought it was fun, so he played the game on the toilet panel for a while, and even poked his butt up to wash it.

Pulled up his pants, walked out of the lounge and went downstairs, and saw the next floor at the top of the stairs, and a few people just walked out of the corner.

One of the men raised his head upon hearing the sound.

The light at the stairs was soft, illuminating the man's handsome face a bit dimly.He was obviously still immersed in the joy of teasing the woman on the phone, and there was a sly smile in his eyes.

And at an angle that no one could see, a silver-blue light faintly flowed through his eyes.

Sasha: "..."

...he stepped into the air.

Tony:! !

The man reacted quickly, took two quick steps forward, opened his hands, and took the boy who had rolled down the stairs into his arms.

Tony's always proud and flamboyant eyes shook violently, and he opened his mouth for a long time, but he didn't call out his name;

On the contrary, Happy next to him was very curious: "Huh? Where did the kid come from?"

Sasha didn't hear anything, and looked at this handsome face that was no different from the white pot, his eyes were more frightened than seeing a ghost:

"you you you……"

Sasha: [Tong, all!You scan him! 】

System: [The host is not in a task state, and the dog system cannot detect deviations. 】

Sasha was shocked: 【Can't scan the deviation value now? ? ? 】

Tony knew that Sasha must remember the shitty things that Baiguan did, so since confirming Sasha's identity, he has only dared to observe secretly, and never expected to meet him here...

Although the timing was wrong, he still couldn't help but be dazed for a few seconds——

Oh, God!The feeling of being able to really hug Sasha is so different from being able to secretly observe and listen to background vocals every time!

This kid is still delicious...

If he remembered correctly, when he was himself in the last timeline, he never managed to hug Sasha once.

Maybe all the luck is used up on the other self...

and many more.

another me……

It was only then that he realized vaguely that the other party's body was struggling to get out of his arm.

Since using his own body for the universalization test of the Extremis virus, his basic physical strength has risen to a level. The man was so excited that his two arms locked him firmly, like an iron hoop.

The little golden retriever twisted and struggled desperately inside, and finally squeezed out half of it with a "boo".

The surrounding circle is full of business tycoons, President Stark's brown eyes are faint, his expression is still calm, but his speech stutters a lot:

"...I...I don't..."

Sasha broke his voice: "Don't hit me!!!!"

Sasha ran like his butt was on fire, swinging his two slender legs, and disappeared in a flash.

Happy: "..."

Happy said calmly: "Boss, tell me the truth. Did you secretly drink again when you were in San Francisco? Then you harassed him because you saw this kid was pretty?"

He didn't hear the answer, so he looked back.

President of the Stark Corporation, Anthony Edward Stark, AKA Iron Man.

It collapsed into a sad iron sheet again.

Sasha: [Check, check, check, check...]

System: [I'm checking, I'm checking. 】

All day and night, Sasha frantically looked up what Tony had done in San Francisco.

He carefully reviewed every Stark Industries public presentation, listened to every interview with Tony, looked at the man with a pair of penetrating brown eyes, and calmly said to the reporter:

"Technology itself is innocent. The guilty are always the people who use it."

He really couldn't figure out why Tony Stark, who had clearly avoided the point of divergence of fate and had never suffered the torture of being forcibly stripped of his conscience, still made him feel a breath of white pot.

He is the one who has been in the hands of the white pot for a long time, and he is confident that he will not admit his mistake.

He will never forget how he was imprisoned in the Fortress of Solitude in the previous timeline - if he had to liquidate, the white pot would have to take half of the work.Thinking of the time when Bai Can almost successfully disguised himself as Tony and deceived everyone, Sasha couldn't help shaking, staring at the full screen of information and began to eat his hands.

Sasha: 【Damn, can't you?Could it be that the white pot is also reborn, and after being fused before restarting, it went directly to this timeline?Damn, if he also has the memory, wouldn't he know how he lost?Didn't Tony's father's backup be destroyed by him long ago?Then he...then he...]

...It's horrifying to think about it!

But no matter how Sasha searched, he couldn't find any evidence on the Internet that could point to this being the white pot.

There is no information about the Extremis virus, only genius inventors, philanthropists, entrepreneurs worth tens of billions, the richest man in New York, playboys...

Um?Sasha moved closer to the screen, no dandy.

In 2013, he handed over the New York headquarters of Stark Industries to Pepper Potts, and took a few trusted engineers to San Francisco to develop the energy technology division.

Since then, when attending any high-level banquet, the only female companion beside her is Pepper, and no one else.

"...the former "Playboy" cover girls had to deal with the richest man in Gotham and the richest man in New York most of the time. I don't know when, Tony Stark suddenly chose to withdraw from this never-ending competition, girl They all sighed..."

A non-drinking, abstinent, hard-working Anthony Edward Stark.

The little golden retriever stared at the screen, confused, his eyes became cross-eyed.

Sasha: [This is also inconsistent with the original setting...]

Could this be the butterfly effect that the bell keeper accidentally produced when he modified the timeline after the reboot?

...or in fact, he is still a white pot.

It's just that he was whitewashed because of his weakness of alcoholism back then, and now he is planning to hold back some big moves.

System: [You can feel the psychological shadow of the dog host on Bai Can's father. 】

Sasha was in a hurry: [You're kidding, that's a white can, a white can!Back then, he was able to forcibly overthrow even the big brother's plan, and it wasn't until the end that Batman, Luthor, and Tony's father teamed up to wash it down! 】

In case it really is a rebirth in a white pot, Sasha finds that he really has nothing to do with him.The white jar of the first goal is already terrible, and the second week doesn't have any weaknesses, no Injustice Alliance restraint, and the white jar that has won everyone's trust...

What the hell, is this going to heaven? ? ?

Sasha was sad: [Oh, it would be great if the elder brother was here.With the big brother around, everything is stable. 】

System: [The bell keeper should be able to remember Bai Ke, but he may not remember you... You must find a way to make him trust you again. 】

When Sasha heard this, she felt even more sad.

Hilda has now happily moved the research institute into Stark Industries, and Sasha doesn't know what's going on with Tony Stark and whether he has recognized him.

I didn't dare to startle the snake, so I rubbed my eyes and followed my mother to protect her safety 24 hours a day.

Originally, she was pretentious, and it happened to be the exam week. When Sasha was brainwashed by Peter before the exam, her eyes were blank, and she didn't know whether she listened or not.

The high-speed pen flew out from Sasha's fingertips, Peter caught it in mid-air, and stuffed it back.

He looked at Sasha's expression, and pressed his hand quietly:

"Sasha, what's the matter with you? Has something happened recently? Tell me, maybe I can help you."

Sasha looked at the milky little spider, remembering how he almost died in a violent accident last week, he was silent, but shook his head.

In this way, he ushered in the first exam week after his rebirth.

Although he was restless, he was able to write the answers on the paper with his hands slickly despite being under the guidance of the talented teaching assistants of the Imperial University for so long.

The final exam was taken every two or three days, and Sasha didn't even go to S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy. Apart from responding to emergency calls from passers-by, he was absorbed in reviewing and taking the exam.

Seeing that he was still working hard just before the exam, the system couldn't help persuading him: [If someone calls you again, don't worry about it.Anyway, you have civil servants with stable income, why give them part-time jobs? 】

Sasha: 【Ahhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm–​ 】

He promised well, but when the BB machine rang, he still gritted his teeth, dropped the pen, and ran out of the library to change clothes.

system:【……】

Sasha: [...No, I just always feel it, but I went to have a look, I don't seem to be very happy... I regret that I told people that I was a bodyguard on call.You see, if someone is really in danger, dying, they could have called 911, but instead they paid $100 to me.Then I didn't save him, so he died on the spot.Alas, am I being unkind? 】

System: [The dog system knows that you can't change your meddling.You just want to care about everyone, what should you do if you are called during the exam? 】

Sasha: 【Submit the exam earlier? 】

System: [What should I do if I get called while shitting? 】

Sasha: [...Pinch off? 】

system:【……】

Fortunately, after the exam for a week, there was no such thing as having to carry a gun and go out to work. Hilda's side was also safe, and Tony didn't stay in Manhattan. I met him that day and flew back San Francisco went—witnesses said the flight path was crooked, like a kite with a broken string.

The last exam was just around the corner, and Sasha gradually became more relaxed.

At least this is a good thing: after passing this exam, he will have a wonderful summer vacation beckoning to him.

With a schoolbag on his head, he walked through the classroom corridor to the library.

Walking and walking, among the hurried students, one of them took out his mobile phone to browse the Internet for a while, then froze for a while, and then started whispering to his friends.

The originally quiet corridor was gradually overwhelmed by louder and louder discussions.

Sasha: [What's the matter, what's the matter, I can't keep up with these young people? 】

He also took out his phone curiously.Turn off recommended text messages from several porn sites and turn on Twitter.

Just now, it was a hot search for Yishuier's entertainment and political news. When it was refreshed, except for the first place, the rest were all replaced by several similar words.

#正联

#Positive Regression

#Justice League

#WonderWomanWonderWoman

#superman

#The Flash Appears in Central City

#Zhenglian Star Wars

#Zhenglian Return to Earth

As soon as Griffin left the classroom, he saw his little friend standing in the middle of the corridor, motionless.

Griffin excitedly said, "Sasha! Have you read the news, Zhenglian has returned to Earth! The Superman fan next to me went crazy on the spot..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a crying boy rushed out of the classroom.

Swinging a red cloth in his hand, he frantically ran away like a lizard.

Griffin looked at the gradually excited crowd in the corridor:

"Hey, but if you think about it calmly, it has nothing to do with us. But if I can, I still want to buy the autographs of Superman and Batman... Just think about it. Tomorrow is the last exam, How is your study, Sasha?"

Griffin: "...Sasha?"

He looked at his little friend strangely.

The blond boy lowered his eyelashes and looked at the phone, the corners of his lips trembling slightly.

There was nothing relaxed and happy in the delicate eyebrows and eyes.

Just a layer of frost.