Mutants' Daily Life [Comprehensive British and American]

Well screwed up again!

Peter Maximov's journey to the Olympics came to an abrupt end in yesterday's 400-meter hurdles event.

It is a pity that he failed to fulfill his promise of 'taking all track and field titles' in the end.

Because of his exaggerated feat of breaking eight century records in track and field competitions in one breath, countless people reported that he was suspected of taking drugs such as stimulants.

The next day, the International Association of Athletics Federations announced that according to new information, the silver-haired player from Scovia was banned from attending the next competition and asked the athletes to report their real-time whereabouts in order to accept the drug test arranged by the World Anti-Doping Organization.

So, the silver-haired player was once again surrounded by journalists who were interviewing him.

It's just that this time is different from the last time. Those media who fear the world will not be chaotic can't wait to put the "long guns and short guns" in his mouth, and then film his embarrassed or angry expression: "Pietro player , did you take doping during the competition? ';' Player Pietro, are you ashamed that you used doping to gain an unfair victory? ';' If you don't speak, does that mean you have admitted it? ';' Has the Scovia government punished you for your actions, please answer, player Pietro. '

However, the handsome silver-haired boy just glanced at them blankly, then suddenly pulled down a goggle on top of his head to cover his eyes, and then, without saying a word, flew like the wind in front of everyone. ran away.

The reporters present were in an uproar.

Some thought he was guilty of escaping; some interpreted that he was using facts to prove his status as the king of speed; there were also some irresponsible tabloids that published "Pietro may not be taking doping , He is indeed different from normal people, maybe he is a child of aliens. This is endless, in fact, there are some correct reports, but it is not aliens, but mutants.

After that, this miraculous athlete disappeared inexplicably, and he didn't even participate in the "drug test" arranged by the International Olympic Committee.

For the sake of the news, the reporters had no choice but to go to the team that Scovia participated in this time, trying to understand what was going on.

But as we all know, Scovia is a small country with frequent wars. Most of the time, people in this country don't have extra time and energy to participate in any international Olympic Games.

After all, if you can't even eat, how can you have time to play sports and win glory for the country?

Therefore, the teams that came to participate in the Olympics this time were all improvised, and they didn't know each other.

The reporters asked the coach, and the coach said: "Pietro, I picked it up from the side of the road. At that time, I thought he ran very fast, so I just pulled him to make up the number of people. Anyway, he wants less money and is cheap. I can still run."

The reporters looked like dogs, is this okay?

No way, they ran to ask other players.

These Scovia players who don't know where they came from said in unison: "Pietro is very arrogant (autistic), usually doesn't talk to people very much, and often hides in the house alone to play games."

As a result, this matter has almost become a mystery until now.

Did Pietro really take doping?Did he retire by himself, or was he forced to retire?

The media involuntarily talked about some gaming companies and unfair competition with other countries...

In the end, it was Pietro's roommate who took out a note.

With a broken signature pen provided by the hotel, a line of words was scrawled on it:

【I don't want to play anymore, and I don't want my salary anymore. Goodbye! by Pietro. 】

What the hell is this tm!Do you want to be so capricious! ! !

All the people stood there speechless, staring at the note, not knowing what to say.

At the same time, in a basement in Scovia.

A pretty young girl in a bright red coat, although she is still young, is sitting lazily on the floor stand, she stretched out her fingers and moved slightly, and the biscuit box placed on the high shelf popped out of thin air. It flew over and fell into her hands.

She opened the box and saw that there were only a few biscuits left inside, and immediately couldn't help showing a look of disgust and frustration.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a gust of wind in her ears, and her expression instantly turned into a bright smile: "Pietro, you are back!"

A silver shadow stopped abruptly.

Pietro, who was wearing goggles, stopped beside the little girl, and replied softly, "Well, Wanda, I'm back."

I saw him with a bag on the left and a bag on the right, hanging himself full, like a Christmas tree, holding a stack of boxed cakes like those sold in supermarkets in his hands.

As soon as he let go, these things crackled and piled on the ground in a completely careless manner, as high as a hill.

His little sister, Wanda, gave a cheer and began to pounce on the siblings to check their rations for the next month.

sscupcakes, twinkies, hohos, pringles and heads, four types of cakes, one type of chips and one type of candy, each 'took' a lot of...

"It's a good harvest this time!" Wanda said happily.

"Well, the supermarkets in the United States have a lot of things." Pietro replied calmly: "...It's just that when I ran all the way back, it was a bit heavy."

Then, the two of them began to tidy up and tidy up like Christmas.

Pietro ran back and forth across the room like a bolt of lightning, leaving only a shadow behind.

Wanda stretched out her fingers, and used her thoughts to control some boxes to line up automatically and neatly on the shelves.

"How's your game, Pietro?" Wanda asked in between packing up the food.

"It's not interesting, it's too simple."

"Oh." Wanda felt that the twin brother's mood seemed not so good, so she quietly stopped asking.

Anyway...as long as her twin brother Pietro is by her side, she won't feel lonely and uneasy.

In the blink of an eye, everything was settled.

Sitting on the rug, the two siblings opened a box of cupcakes, and we happily ate one bite at a time.

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In the x Academy, the 'pregnant' Magneto stared at the news on TV with a gloomy face that 'Peter Maximov has withdrawn from the competition due to the doping scandal and all his grades have been cancelled'.

Charles came from behind pushing the wheelchair, and asked in surprise, "Are you concerned about this?"

"Yes." Magneto replied coldly: "I once again saw the ignorant nature of human beings."

"We also belong to human beings, Eric." Professor Charles shook his head in disapproval, and joked by the way: "What's wrong with you? Pregnancy reaction?"

Magneto had a gloomy face: "If you don't want that kid to be killed by me, then don't mention it."

Charles held back his smile, and raised his hand to make peace: "Okay, don't mention it. But, what did you see, so angry?"

"What's wrong? You know very well that that silver-haired kid can't take banned drugs!" Magneto pointed at the TV angrily and said, "Those ignorant guys always use their standards to measure us, repel and oppress us. Mutants of exceptional ability, our fellow humans."

Professor Charles suddenly didn't know what to say.

He thought for a while patiently and said, "Eric, it's really unfair to ordinary people for mutants to participate in the Olympics."

"Didn't you just say that we also belong to human beings? Now tell me it's fair?"

Magneto raised the corners of his lips, showed a sarcastic smile, and retorted sharply: "Since we belong to human beings, why can't we participate in sports events held by humans?"

Professor Charles frowned slightly and did not speak.

"You see, you can't refute me." Magneto said in a somewhat smug tone: "Although that unbelievable silver-haired boy used his excellent abilities in this boring game, he was very reckless. But it cannot be denied that he once again proved that mutants are far superior to those inferior humans in every aspect. Therefore, in this society, we should occupy the position of domination and leadership!"

"What do you want to express?" Charles said bluntly: "Let all mutants go to the Olympics and win all the gold medals? Eric, you don't know what competition is."

"Then please teach me, professor." Magneto raised his eyebrows and said every word with disdain.

Charles looked at him calmly, his eyes were blue and determined: "The important thing in the Olympic Games is not to win but to participate. The essence of life is not to ask but to struggle. Keep surpassing yourself... Even if some of them miss the gold medal in the end, But if you have been working hard and never give up, you should win the respect and respect of the society [Note]. If mutants use their abilities to win gold medals, such behavior is not only meaningless, but also inconsistent with the spirit of competition.”

"...It's like hyenas never race ants." Magneto said impatiently.

He laughed mockingly: "Okay, don't indoctrinate you with your great principles. Charles, I know what you want to say. It's nothing more than the boring logic that the strong should protect the weak..."

When he said this, the arrogant and indifferent expression on his face, and the stubborn and contemptuous attitude towards ordinary people from beginning to end were really annoying to the extreme, even Professor Charles with such a good temper , was also made a little angry by him.

"I think you're right that hyenas don't race ants..."

Professor Charles said coldly: "But the hyena will never be idle and nervous to find trouble with the ants, and even want to exterminate the ants. Eric, in this regard, you are not as good as the hyena."

After he finished speaking unceremoniously, he pushed the wheelchair and left.

Magneto's complacent expression just now froze on his face.

He looked at the back of Charles leaving, and for a while, he threw himself back on the sofa resentfully, with his two long legs lazily resting on the coffee table, and said to himself: "Charles, Charles, Charles... Well, I screwed up again! '