Mutants' Daily Life [Comprehensive British and American]

miscellaneous trifles

Professor Charles soon discovered Carlos' eavesdropping outside.

When Howard and Dr. Parker were not paying attention, he gently put his finger on his forehead, and whispered a warning in his mind: "Carlos, get out of here and do what you should do."

Carlos was startled by the sudden voice in his head, but quickly realized who it was.

He made a grimace at the door in retaliation, stuck out his little pink tongue, and then quickly left the principal's office, intending to go back to play with the beautiful pair of twins.

Professor Charles felt that he had left obediently, and the corners of his lips curved slightly involuntarily in satisfaction.

However, he still worriedly ordered a few words in his head again: "Remember not to tell the twins what you heard just now."

Although he didn't quite understand why he couldn't say it, Carlos had always trusted Charles' judgment and agreed without any objection.

He flapped his little wings back to the office and found that the twin brothers were surprisingly well-behaved.

Two identical children, holding hands, sitting side by side, loving each other, with their little heads together, quietly reading a science pictorial together.

When Carlos pushed the door and came in, two pairs of big innocent eyes raised at the same time, looking at him together.

One of the Yan Kong's immediately felt a little nervous: "Uh..."

"Carlos, you're back, have you seen my dad? Can we go to school?"

Soft cute little milk voice x2, double the impact.

"Maybe you guys have superpowers." Carlos suddenly said something.

Then, facing the two pairs of big eyes that were staring at him curiously, he raised his two small hands, made random gestures in front of the eyes, and said solemnly: "Actually, your super power is to emit light waves of 'I'm cute', right?" , biubiubiu...!"

The twins froze for a moment, then laughed.

The younger brother Peter didn't mind his lack of teeth at all, and he leaned back and forth with a grin; the older brother Eduardo first bent his lips, and then began to smile slowly, covering his mouth, and he could vaguely see that his two rows were neater than his younger brother's. A little bit of millet teeth.

"What were you two looking at just now?"

"My father bought "Scientific Boys." Peter replied lively: "Actually, I have read it four or five times, but I have nothing else to do."

"Want to go out to play?" Carlos asked after thinking about it.

"No, Dad won't let us go out." Afraid that his brother would promise something indiscriminately, Edward hurriedly explained.

"Well, then you can only play in the house." Carlos said without much thought.

When the grown-ups finish talking about business and return to this office.

Dr. Parker was very pleased to find that "the well-behaved and introverted son has made new friends"; Professor Charles also sighed silently, "Carlos, who is always very proud, is rare. The other children played together'.

But at the same time, Howard found with a dark face that his office had been turned into ruins.

You know, the more well-behaved a child is, the easier it is to be led by a bad child.

Under the leadership of Carlos, the three children completely let go and played like crazy!

They were chasing and fighting in the small office. Carlos was blindfolded, flying and running for a while, the table was overturned on the ground, and he continued to ram around like a fly without a head.

The twins cooperated to dodge tacitly.

The two ran in two directions, laughing and laughing, but sometimes when they turned, it was inevitable that they couldn't dodge in time, and knocked down the bookshelf or something. The documents were scattered all over the floor, and several small footprints were stepped on it...

Howard looked at the messy office and couldn't help cursing in a low voice, expressionless.

If it was a few years ago, when he had a bad temper, he would have exploded long ago, regardless of the swearing at 21.

When Tony was a child, he was often scolded for breaking into his laboratory by mistake.

But now that he is getting older, his temper has become better. Although he is angry, he still endures it.

Professor Charles looked at Howard's expression, quickly put on a straight face, and shouted: "Carlos!"

Carlos quickly stopped his body from the high-speed flight, first took out the small sunglasses from his pocket, and after making sure that his eyes were tightly closed, he took off the cloth strips on his eyes, put the sunglasses on again, Open your eyes: "Charles, are you done talking?"

Unknowingly, he swooped towards Charles with a look of complete trust: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Charles frowned, but finally, sighed weakly: "When did you grow up, Carlos?"

Carlos suddenly showed a somewhat surprised expression, as if he didn't know how to answer this question, or he didn't like hearing this question very much, so he couldn't help but pursed his lips a little unhappy, and didn't answer.

On the other side, that Dr. Parker was about to leave with the twins.

He was apologizing on behalf of the children and Howard for the messy office.

The twins stood in front of Carlos, with two identical faces showing reluctance.

Because they are too smart and sensitive, the two of them really rarely meet friends who can play together, so this time they met Carlos, and they were a little bit reluctant to leave.

The younger brother Peter also took out a comic that is now almost out of print, "Captain America vs. Hitler" from his small schoolbag, and gave it to Carlos as a parting gift.

For him who has always liked Captain America, this is equivalent to giving away his favorite things as gifts.

However, the stingy Carlos, after thinking for a long time, was only willing to take out two taffy from his pocket and hand them to them.

However, the kind and simple twins didn't mind this at all. They happily took the candy and thanked them very politely.

When they left, they kept turning their heads and waving goodbye to Carlos.

Carlos had a rare sense of guilt about this.

He pondered in his head: "Well, as a friend... and in return for the gift, after you have your own family, I will be responsible for blessing you... full of children and grandchildren."

Professor Charles, who accidentally heard these words in his head, felt tired.

"Carlos."

After the guests had gone, Professor Charles called him softly.

His voice has always been nice to hear, with endless gentleness in his gentlemanly elegance, especially when he speaks to students, he always has a natural patience and deep love like a father, so Carlos likes it the most Listen to him tell bedtime stories.

But unfortunately, not long ago, after being ridiculed by Scott for being naive, he became competitive for a while, and impulsively rejected this bedtime benefit. Even now, recalling it, he feels so depressed that he wants to cry.

He's thinking wildly here.

Professor Charles, on the other hand, was euphemistically speaking reproachful words for today's events.

But he carefully took care of the child's proud little self-esteem: "...It is the right way to entertain guests as much as possible, and I am also very happy that you have made new friends. But, my child, have you noticed?" Questions about the location and occasion?"

"Uh..." Carlos seemed to realize something, and looked around.

"Honey, you have to apologize to Mr. Howard." Charles said gently.

"I'm sorry." Carlos, who realized his mistake, immediately apologized.

Howard looked at him, then at Charles, who was smiling, and raised his eyebrows calmly, as if to say, 'Is this the end? '

Then, Charles' voice of persuasion sounded in his mind: "Mr. Stark, Carlos already knew he was wrong. He is still young, so he has to slowly reason."

Howard didn't seem to notice it normally, but Howard, who has always had a big temper, snorted and responded to him in his mind: "Is it a reason to be young? It's no good to spoil children, Charles! If Tony dares to mess around like this, I will definitely scold him." He's bloody."

"Yes, so Mr. Stark's rebellious period has continued until now." Charles replied calmly.

Thinking of his disturbing son, Howard was speechless for a moment.

After a while, he gave up and said, "Okay, I accept your apology, but remember to tidy up here... Forget it, I don't need you anymore, so as not to make more mess after tidying up."

I don't know if it was because of Carlos' nonsense, or because Charles poked his foot suddenly.

Howard was very unhappy and drove all two people, one big and one small, out of his office.

"Is he angry?"

Carlos asked belatedly, and then couldn't help muttering: "It's just a small thing, Howard is so stingy!"

"Because you did something wrong." After Charles replied, he turned his wheelchair and looked at him seriously: "Carlos, you can't confuse concepts. Making mistakes has nothing to do with being generous or petty. Troubles are big or small, no matter you How unintentional it was, and how trivial it was, but because of your fault, people are angry, irritable, unhappy, sad, it is your fault, you must apologize, indisputable."

Carlos fluttered his wings and turned around twice angrily before dejectedly thinking that what Charles said made sense: "I see, professor."

"Did you come to see Howard today?" Charles felt that he had spent too much time talking about the boring truth.

So, he suddenly took the initiative to change the subject and asked: "Well, Howard is the instructor of your broadcasting agency. I see. Is it because of the broadcast in the afternoon?"

"Yes, it's really boring to go to class every day." Carlos became emotionally happy again.

He fluttered his wings and danced excitedly in mid-air: "I think broadcasting is very fun. I can let everyone hear my voice. I want to say what I want to say... Everyone should like it, please give feedback Very positive and enthusiastic.”

"Like, positive, enthusiastic?" Professor Charles raised his eyebrows in surprise: "This is a bit different from what I heard."

"Very positive and enthusiastic, that is..."

Carlos repeated it, but took the opportunity to sue a bunch of complaints: "The way they behave is too unfriendly. Charles, you really have to talk about Twinkle, she is a little girl, she actually swears, and she wants to hit me with shit, Is this plausible? And Li Qianhuan, the school’s security measures should be strengthened, similar to her flammable and explosive fireworks balls, it should be strictly prohibited to set off! Also, why is it against school rules for boys to enter the girls’ dormitory, and girls can come in and out without restraint? What about the boys’ dormitory? Katie said, if I talk nonsense again, I will take nude photos of me and put them on the bulletin board in the lobby... However, these are not as excessive as Scott. He said that if within three days, everyone doesn’t If I accept the broadcasting agency, I have to disband the club... It takes decades for a person who has started a business for a long time. Can you understand it after a long time? Three days can determine the success or failure of a club. Scott is simply an inexplicable tyrant. It's public revenge, he must be revenge for me and Qin speaking ill of him..."

"What did you do? How did you offend so many people?"

Charles held his forehead weakly, not knowing what to say for a while.

"To be precise, he offended all the girls in the school."

A voice suddenly broke in and said that Mrs. Maria was holding a vase, standing not far away and smiling gently at the two of them.

She held up the vase, which contained a few things with bare branches.

Then, she beckoned and shouted, "Carlos, come and help me."

Carlos flew over immediately, very skillfully, took the vase without commanding, and placed it in front of his eyes.

He took off the little children's sunglasses, and on the bare branches, buds the size of rice grains appeared suddenly, which were almost visible to the naked eye, and then gradually grew bigger and turned into flower buds, and finally bloomed suddenly. flower.

As if in the blink of an eye, all the flowers in Mrs. Maria's vase were in full bloom, as bright and bright as spring.

"Awesome!" Mrs. Maria patted Carlos' head in praise.

At the same time, she said to Charles: "I'm going to put this on Howard's office desk, maybe it can alleviate his recent bad temper, Charles, do you want to put one in your study? When you are tired of reading, read it. Look, it's absolutely refreshing."

Charles looked at this scene with a little surprise: "Of course, thank you, madam. If it's not troublesome, please be sure to bring one to my study. However, Carlos, your control seems to be much stronger than before."

"I have worked hard, otherwise, where do you think so many eggs came from during breakfast recently?"

Carlos replied proudly: "Although I can't do it now, I will definitely get stronger and stronger in the future. Control, energy output, I have been practicing..."

"Keep going!" Charles encouraged with a smile.

Then, he turned his head and continued to ask about the previous matter: "Mrs. Maria, what did you mean when you said that he offended all the girls in the school?"

"Oh, that thing... In the afternoon, he told a Greek myth about Europa." Mrs. Maria replied.

"Yes, I've heard this story before, so I only heard a few words indistinctly. Later, because there were guests, I didn't listen carefully."

"If he just told the story, although everyone doesn't like to hear it, they won't be too angry. But Carlos praised the 'brilliance' of the God King. Carlos, you really think that Zeus' behavior of seducing innocent girls is worthy of praise ,envious?"

Mrs. Maria first stated what happened in a simple and fair manner. Finally, she couldn't help turning her head to look at Carlos, and said casually, "I hope you just made a slip of the tongue."

Carlos scratched his head in annoyance, and finally understood why the girls reacted so violently.

However, this time, he was really inadvertent.

Mount Olympus stayed for a long time... Moreover, after he was born, for some reason, Zeus was reluctant to officially grant him the priesthood, so he was anxious to flatter the god king from time to time, and to sing praises, etc. Finally, the habit becomes natural.

In particular, after he was specially tutored by the experienced Hermes, Hermes gave him a special training, specifically teaching him 'how to beautify all the bastard things of Zeus, the god king, with open eyes and nonsense. A series of courses such as Magnificent and Splendid Great Merit'.

But it's not Mount Olympus anymore, so it's no wonder people don't like to hear...

And Carlos, who has a correct concept of right and wrong, realized this and had no choice but to apologize again in frustration.

This time it was more sincere than an apology to Howard, because he was very worried that Mrs. Maria would stop serving his little dessert.

He was obviously worried in vain. This lady was much more talkative. As soon as she heard his apology, she immediately forgave him and gave him a piece of fruit candy with a bright smile.

Carlos threw himself into her arms with emotion: "Maria, you are so kind, can you give me another piece of strawberry cake tonight?"

"No, you only ate a whole piece at noon. Don't lie to me and say that you will share it with Kurt. You cheapskate, only give Kurt a bite." Mrs. Maria poked his little head with her finger, trying to bear it. He said sternly with a smile.

Carlos hugged her waist and said, "But that's already a thing of the past, people can't always live in the past!"

"Knowing that you can't live in the past, stop pestering Mrs. Stark and think about the future of your own broadcasting agency."

Professor Charles interrupted his coquetry, couldn't help but bring the topic back and asked, "Do you have any plans for the future?"

"I just didn't know, so I came to Howard!"

Carlos turned his head and said confidently: "Kurt said to play hymns and Bible stories, but I don't think it's useful at all."

"Maybe..." Charles tapped the armrest of the wheelchair lightly with his fingers a few times, and said thoughtfully, "I have an idea."

"What?" Carlos looked at him eagerly.

"Do you remember the story you told me yourself?" Charles asked gently, "The one about magic and wizards."

"You mean, Harry Potter?" Carlos' eyes sparkled.

"Yes, I have already compiled the story you told into words. Would you like to read this story on the radio and share it with everyone?" Charles asked with a smile.

"This is fine." Carlos said happily: "Everyone will definitely like it."

"I like the story, but you should be more serious to be worthy of the excitement of the story, right?"

"Be more serious? How serious?"

Charles suggested in a very methodical way: "If you decide, you must practice hard this time, and the modal particles of 'uh, um, ah, um' can no longer appear. Stuttering and straightforward narration are also not acceptable. In my opinion, you’d better record and broadcast, record first, and then play, so as to avoid mistakes. If you live broadcast, are you sure you can never make mistakes? Moreover, narrating by one person is very boring, you should also find a few more students, Then, read it by character, preferably with a soundtrack."

"Splitting roles? Still playing music?" Carlos repeated with a confused expression.

"If you don't mind..." Mrs. Maria smiled and said, "I can help with the soundtrack."

"Written script, I can help you too." Professor Charles is also quite willing to help.

"It feels like a big project all of a sudden, thank you, Charles." Carlos muttered, but he was still very happy.

He flapped his wings happily, and performed a 180-degree frontal somersault in mid-air.

After that, this humble broadcasting agency finally got on the right track with the help of Charles and Mrs. Maria.

Carlos began to organize the first normal club activities in a decent manner, and this time it was finally no longer a funny duo with only him and Kurt.

With the help of Charles, he made a list of the required roles overnight and posted it directly on the bulletin board in the lobby. He also applied for an empty classroom in advance and prepared to start recruiting people early the next morning.

Charles didn't take too much trouble, and helped him adapt the manuscript, and carefully made it into the form of character scripts.

Mrs. Maria also stayed up late to finish reading the story, sat by the piano, and kept thinking about composing.

As for that night, Howard kept coughing, walking, and wandering around in depression because his wife suddenly stopped surrounding him, so I will not mention it for the time being.

In this way, although three days is a lot, it feels really not enough, and we must hurry up.

at the same time,

Carlos sighed because he suddenly remembered Charles' phrase "When did you grow up?"

When no one else noticed, he flew back to his bedroom quietly by himself.

Then, he landed on the ground and stood against a relatively hidden wall. After drawing the current height with a pen, he turned around and compared it with the previous marks...

"It didn't grow! It didn't grow! It really didn't grow at all! Except for the horizontal change, there was no vertical fluctuation!"

"Kurt has only been here for less than a month, and yesterday he said he had grown two centimeters, but I've been here for almost a year, why haven't I grown at all?"

Carlos stared at the traces on the wall in horror, with tears in his eyes, heartbroken: "I won't be a dwarf god, the kind that doesn't grow up?"

because of fear.

Early the next morning, he drank a large 1L box of milk by himself without saying a word, and vomited...