[Zhongyingmei] I use the card to save the world

Looking at the chattering microwave oven, Ian asked the refrigerator next to him, "Has it always been like this?"

[That's right, when you couldn't hear us before, it would nag us all day long, but now that you can hear us, it will come to nag you] The voice of the refrigerator revealed a sense of gloating.

Ian lay down on the sofa with his forehead on his hands. She is a little messy now, so let her stroke it.

"So, the voice last night wasn't me dreaming, but my wardrobe was really playing cards?!"

【...Well, probably, should, maybe】

"No, how do they play cards?! Do they have hands?! And if I remember correctly, they are playing Doudizhu. Doesn't this game require three people to play? Who else is there besides the wardrobe and bedside table? "

【This, this...】

"You tell me the truth!"

[Hey!And Mr. System also joined, and the playing cards are also provided by it. He is really a good person! ] The closet standing in the bedroom heard Ian's question, and responded from afar.

【…】

【Okay, that's right, it's me】

Ian showed an unbelievable expression, "I said you are so weird today, so you actually went to play cards with them behind my back. No, you must have something else that you didn't tell me!"

Ian understands the system. With the thick skin of the system, if it is just playing cards in the middle of the night, it should not be like this, so...

"Did you lose the game?"

【How can it be!Doesn't exist...] The tone of the system became weaker and weaker under Ian's eyes.

【Well, I only lost 23 games】

[Because we only played 23 games] The closet opened again.

【Shut up!Otherwise, I won't take you to play cards in the future! 】

Wardrobe: [OK]

Hearing what the closet said, Ian couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth. It's a high-tech system that actually lost to a closet and a bedside table in playing cards. It's really good.

"Are there any other side effects besides this?"

Being able to understand what furniture is saying is actually a good skill if used well. What Ian is worried about now is whether there are other side effects.

[Let me give you a hint, think about what those princesses have in common, and what impresses you the most, that will be a side effect of this skill]

"The most impressive thing... I only remember a poisoned apple." Ian was not interested in princesses, and he hadn't seen too many similar ones. The only thing he remembered was Snow White.

【Forget it, you still feel it yourself】

…………

Ian originally planned to go to Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters to find Charles as soon as he woke up. Although something went wrong now, it doesn't matter.

She took out her phone and sent Charles a message, telling him she would be visiting him at school.

[Ian, let's have breakfast first] The microwave oven reminded.

A breakfast was already set on the table, with fried eggs, toast and hot milk, all made by the furniture in the kitchen while Ian was chatting with the system.

"Thank you! It looks really good." Ian picked up a fork and carefully fiddled with the fried egg.

The fried egg is her favorite soft-boiled egg, with some broccoli on the side.

Ian squinted his eyes as he ate breakfast. It must have been a blessing to have someone to help make breakfast.

She wanted to praise the good craftsmanship of the frying pan, "Your craftsmanship is so good~, I like it very much~..."

etc!Ian was stunned, did she start singing just now!

Ian tentatively opened his mouth again, "The fried eggs are delicious~?"

grass!She is really singing!

Ian can guarantee that he is definitely talking, but for some reason, as soon as the words come out of his mouth, it seems that someone has modified the intonation, and it becomes a minor tune, or the one with its own bgm!

"System! What's going on here!"

[Didn’t I tell you, princess traits, look at those princesses, which of them didn’t start singing without saying a few words]

[With the blessing of the [Princess Heart] skill, as long as your emotions fluctuate too much, every word you say will become a song]

[And this skill is an upgraded version, the singing is not limited to the lyrical tone of the princesses, it will also change according to your mood]

"for example?"

[For example, become rap]

Ian: ...fuck

"Buzzing" the phone was vibrating on the coffee table, Ian quickly took the phone, who called her?

"Hello? Are you?"

"I'm Charles." Charles turned the wheelchair and looked out the window, smiling.

"I just received your message. You said that you will come to school later, right?"

"Ah, yes! I want to ask about the use of the mutant ability, is it convenient for you?"

"Of course, do I need someone to pick you up? That's faster."

"Okay! If it doesn't bother you too much!"

After hanging up the phone, Ian rushed into the bedroom to change clothes.

but……

Wardrobe: [Wear this!This blue one is beautiful! ]

Nightstand: [Don't listen to that idiot, listen to me, wear this purple one, this purple one really suits you so well. ]

System: [They are all farting!Red and green are timeless classics! 】

Ian automatically ignored the system's proposal, and looked at the two sets of strong Amway bedside table and wardrobe.

Choosing clothes is not difficult, the key is how to change clothes in front of a group of furniture.

"Um, can you close your eyes?"

Wardrobe: [But we don't have eyes, how do we close them? ]

Bedside table: [It’s okay, just don’t treat us as human beings]

But you are not human...

In the end, Ian still had the cheek to change his clothes, which was the blue one he had chosen for the closet.

It's not that the aesthetics of the wardrobe is better than that of the bedside table, it's just because the wardrobe is made of trousers, and the bedside table is made of skirts. In order to facilitate the training later, Ian still chose the one chosen by the wardrobe.

"Ding Dong" the doorbell rang.

"Who? Wait a minute!" Ian ran to the door while pulling the zipper of his coat.

Opening the door, a silver-haired boy stood outside.

"Leather...the leather clothes are pretty nice, hahahaha." Ian swallowed the three words Pietro that he almost blurted out, and smiled awkwardly.

Of course Ian still remembered the boy in front of him, she had saved him when she was doing the task before.

But what is he doing here?Has her identity been exposed?

"Thank you?" Kuaiyin hesitated after hearing Ian's strange compliment.

"You are Ian, the professor asked me to pick you up to school."

It was only after hearing this that Ian came to his senses. It turned out that it was Pietro who Charles said to be picked up by her. Thinking of Pietro's mutant ability, Ian probably understood why Charles asked him to pick her up.

"Wait a minute, do you want to come in for a glass of water?" Ian invited.

"No, I'll wait for you at the door."

Ian changed the slippers on his feet, "I'm fine, how do we go?"

"I'll run over with you, do you mind if I hug you?"

"do not mind."

Kuaiyin nodded, pulled down the goggles on his forehead, and covered Ian's neck with his hands, "Don't open your eyes later, and don't move around, you will get hurt."

Ian nodded, and nervously grabbed Pietro's clothes. She thought it would take a while to arrive. After all, Xavier Academy for Gifted Youngsters was still a little far away from her home.

As a result, before she could figure out how to greet Charles, Pietro put her down.

"It's here, open your eyes." Pietro pushed up the goggles, suppressed a few strands of restless hair, and said to Ian with a smile.

He pointed to the front, "The first door over there is the professor's office, go in and find him yourself."

"OK, thanks."

"It's okay, I'm leaving first!" Pietro ran out of the floor in a flash, and he had to go to class later, he didn't want to be late.

I don't know what the professor thinks, but now there is a punishment for being late and leaving early. Pietro recalled the content of the punishment, and his back turned cold, and the professor became more and more terrifying.

…………

"bang bang bang"

Charles, who was checking the information, froze for a moment, then said, "Please come in."

The door lock was pressed down slightly, and Ian looked in with his head, "Charles?"

"It's me, come in." Charles turned the wheelchair, and brought the tea tray on the table to the coffee table on the other side, "Come and sit."

He glanced at Ian's waist-length hair and was a little curious, but he didn't ask any questions.

Ian sat on the sofa and thanked him casually.

"Have a cup of tea first, is it convenient for you to tell me more about your current situation?" Charles asked with a gentle smile.

He lifted the teapot and poured the black tea into the cup, and the bitter and slightly sweet aroma rose with the white mist.

"Of course." Ian took the teacup and organized his words in his mind.

However, her thoughts were always interrupted by some strange voices.

Teacup: [Oh, this young lady is so pretty!Kiss me quickly!hurry up! ]

Ian glanced at the teacup in his hand with black lines all over his face, why did he suddenly lose interest in this black tea.

[I also want to be kissed by the young lady, alas╯▂╰Miss, why don’t you drink water directly from the teapot? ] The teapot on the side stared enviously at the teacup in Ian's hand.

...Drinking water directly from the teapot... Ian imagined that he stepped on the table with one foot, and filled his stomach with "tons and tons" of water with the teapot in one hand... It was terrible!

"What's the matter, Ian?" Charles looked at Ian who was stunned for a long time, and asked concerned, "It's okay if you don't want to say it."

"No, it's not." Ian came back to his senses, and quickly said, "I was just thinking about what to say."

Then she explained carefully to Charles the problems she felt when using her abilities.

"My ability is still easy to use, but I have a problem with controlling the output of my ability that is not very good. For example, I only want to output half of the energy, but I can't control it at all. I just pass it by accident."

"This is probably a problem with your control," Charles pondered for a moment, "Let's go to the training ground to see later."

He looked at Ian, only to find that Ian was staring at his wheelchair with a strange expression.

"Ian? What's the matter?"

Wheelchair: [⊙ω⊙]

Wheelchair: [Miss, please help me, I want to turn myself green, but Charles can't understand me, can you explain it for me! ]

"Ahahahaha, it's all right." Ian touched the back of his head, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Charles, have you considered painting the wheelchair green?"

Charles:? ? ?