[Zhongyingmei] The correct posture of the villain's whitewashing

The morning sun on the Malibu Sea is warm, and even the sea breeze in Los Angeles on weekends is terribly leisurely.

Stark went to deal with the affairs of Stark Industries early in the morning, and today is the first week of their temporary separation from the Avengers.

Jarvis is cleaning the entire villa together with Benben. This is something he often does. It’s just that when he was in the Avengers Building, he could operate the low-level training robots in the building to do these chores. In this villa, he He could only carefully manipulate Stark's armor, put on an apron and gloves, and clean up with his own hands.

It looks as absurd and comical as Iron Man himself doing chores in an apron.

Just as they were tidying up to the second floor, there was a sudden "boom" sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in the room at the end of the corridor.

Benben shook the robotic arm at Jarvis, and Jarvis said, "That's Mr. Daze's room."

"Is he having nightmares again?"

Dazzle did have another nightmare.

He dreamed that he was trapped in the center of a huge storm, and whoever tried his best to come in to save him was finally torn to pieces by the storm, and the whole world went dark, and when it was bright again, he returned to the research institute in Siberia.

He tried to escape there, he opened the gate of the Institute to the outside world, but there was still an identical door outside the gate.He ran forward desperately, passing through countless doors, and every time he thought he was about to escape, there was another door behind that door.

Then came Litander's distorted voice.

"You thought you escaped, but you didn't."

"You're going to be stuck here, stuck here forever, forever."

He woke up suddenly from the dream and found himself falling under the bed again.

The ground against his back was cold, and Daize lay there like this, looking at the ceiling, his eyes were out of focus and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"You don't look well."

Jarvis came in from the door, squatted beside Daize and looked down at him: "Do you need me to contact the doctor? Or sir"

Dai Ze pinched his eyebrows: "No need."

Jarvis hesitated and said, "Sir is very worried about you."

Dai Ze lowered his eyes and said, "No need."

He got up from the ground and sat on the edge of the bed, looking out the window, the sky had turned white, and the music on the shiny glass reflected his fuzzy facial features, but the large swaths of blue and black under his eyes were extremely clear.

……

……

"Nightmare with constant time and constant repetition?"

In the office of the Xavier Academy for Gifted Youth in Westchester, New York, after hearing Daze's narration, Professor Charles raised his chin and asked, "When did it start?"

"Six days ago."

Charles looked at the young man in front of him. Long-term lack of sleep and mental tension made his mental state look very poor.

The brown-haired professor frowned worriedly, and he stretched out his fingers to his temples: "Do you mind if I—"

"of course not."

Yubi Dai Ze closed his eyes.

Charles’s favorite Scottish ditty is still playing in the room, the melody is melodious, gentle and long, just like this person’s accent, calm and soft, it seems that just listening to him speak can make people enjoy a different kind of peaceful.

He could vaguely feel those spiritual tentacles brushing his scalp gently and tentatively, and then penetrating his nerves bit by bit, until they reached the softest part of his brain.

Thoughts were peeled off layer by layer, turbulent, and finally returned to calm.

Charles put his fingers down slowly and sighed: "Only this, I can't help you."

He leaned forward, crossed his hands on the table, and stared directly at Daze with those blue eyes: "What are you afraid of?"

Daize's scalp was numb from those eyes that seemed to be able to see everything, as if everything was invisible in front of him: "What am I afraid of?"

Charles: "Only you know."

After a moment of silence, Professor X gave his most pertinent suggestion: "You should go out for a walk more now and relax yourself. You stretch yourself too tightly, Dazzle."

Dai Ze nodded with a vague understanding.

"You haven't been here for a long time."

As if it had never experienced a cold winter, Xavier College was still surrounded by green trees.Professor Hanke pushed his glasses, with the usual elegant smile on his face: "You used to come here every now and then to help me with a few lessons."

Dai Ze was a little embarrassed and said: "Something happened."

"I know." Hank understands authentically, "Now the whole world is broadcasting the news that you are leaving the Avengers, what Captain America and Iron Man are at odds, and the Avengers is facing disintegration."

Dai Ze said indifferently: "They wrote it randomly."

Hank shrugged: "I guess so."

The two passed the teaching building, and from the open windows, they could see the students inside concentrating on their lectures or sleeping.

Daze couldn't help asking: "How is Kurt recently?"

"Very good, except the cultural grades are still a mess."

Thinking of Kurt's frowning face in front of the book, Daze couldn't help laughing, "He never liked this."

"I remember seeing their class here." Saying this, Hank looked up and searched, then pointed to a window on the second floor and said, "Look, he's right there."

Dai Ze looked over, and sure enough, he saw a sleepy little blue devil by the window.

Hank folded his arms and said, "I remember their class was a theory class. It's a miracle that he can persist until now and still not fall asleep."

Saying so, the Little Blue Devil hit his head heavily on the table, and then he woke up suddenly. First, he smiled at his deskmate shyly, then gently twisted his sore neck, just in time to see someone standing on the lawn outside the window. Seeing Daze, Kurt's eyes widened in disbelief.

Dai Ze stretched out his hand and waved at him, and the little blue devil rubbed his eyelids thinking it was like a dream.

"gentlemen?"

"Mister sir sir!"

Almost instantly, something flashed in front of him, and Daize was hugged fiercely, even the blue tail was entangled.

From the window on the second floor came the teacher's distraught voice: "Kurt! You want to skip class again! Where do you want to go this time!"

The angry shout made Kurt's whole body stiff, but in the end he overcame his sincere nature of being afraid of the teacher for the students, and he was as if he would never give up.

The middle-aged bald male teacher poked his head out from the window sill, and was taken aback when he saw Hank: "Professor Hank?"

Hank waved his hand indifferently: "It's nothing, you can go back to class."

As he said that, he looked at his watch: "There are still 10 minutes before your next class starts, this is not a reason for you to skip class, Kurt."

Kurt immediately let go of his hand and gratefully made a salute gesture to Hank that he had only recently learned but was somewhat nondescript: "Yes, Professor Hank!"

After Hank walked away, Dazzle looked at the little blue devil: "Are you still used to it here?"

Kurt nodded quickly: "It's very good here."

Dai Ze played with taste: "Then you always said that you skipped class again, what do you mean?"

Just like being scolded by his parents about his studies, Kurt scratched his hair with a guilty conscience and a little embarrassment: "I, I don't often skip classes."

As he spoke, he began to count with his fingers: "The last time it was Warren's birthday, Qin and I skipped class. The last time it was Warren who insisted on dragging me out, the last time it was Qin—"

Dai Ze couldn't help laughing when he saw him talking softer and blushing more and more.

The two were walking under the shade of the trees on the lawn. They hadn't seen Kurt for a few months and seemed to have endless things to say. From the big and small things of the college to his trivial daily life, Dai Ze didn't find it annoying, and he always had a smile on his face. Smiling lightly, he didn't stop smiling until Kurt talked about Captain America.

"You said, Steve came to ask Professor Charles to borrow the brain wave detector?"

"Well." Kurt nodded, "The professor was in a difficult situation at the time. Later, Mr. Eric came, and I don't know what they said in the office. The captain didn't seem very happy when he left."

Dazzle slowly frowned.

He hadn't seen the captain until now after the Red Skull's mind-swapping experiment failed, and he really couldn't figure out why the captain needed this machine.

While he was meditating, the two came out from under the shade of the tree. The sun hit their faces, and Kurt suddenly said, "Sir, why do you look so bad?"

Having been under the shade of the tree just now, Kurt tried his best to recall the interesting things that happened in the past few days and wanted to share it with his husband so that he didn't notice it. He was a little annoyed: "Sir, are you sick?"

Dai Ze smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's not a big problem."

Kurt lowered his head, even his pointed ears and tail drooped: "You said that when you were in the research institute."

Realizing that his trust in a certain little blue-skinned monster was once again in crisis, Dai Ze patted the blue fluffy hair on top of his head dumbfounded: "It's really nothing, Professor Charles also said, I may just be too nervous, I usually go out for a walk and relax myself."

Kurt looked at Dazzle suspiciously: "Really?"

Dazzle: "Of course."

The little blue devil nodded, and then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he left a sentence of "you wait here for me" and disappeared, and it took more than half a minute to reappear in front of Daize.

He held two opera tickets in his hand.

"This is sure to relax your nerves, sir." Kurt stuffed two tickets into Dazzle's hands, "It's next Tuesday, you must go."

This was originally Warren asking him to watch it together next week. Kurt was actually not very interested in these, but Warren said that this ticket was hard to book and he worked hard to get it, and Kurt was embarrassed. Live up to the good intentions of others.Now it seems that Mr. needs him more, Warren shouldn't be angry, right?should……

No way?

Warren, who was taking a kickboxing class, sneezed hard and rubbed his nose strangely.

Mutants don't catch colds.