The Daily Life of Wizards [British and American]

"..."Guernica" was created in the 30s. The picture shows the German air force bombing the small Spanish town of Guernica in 1937...Innocent people were massacred...Everyone can look at the big screen, and the mother looks up to the sky Crying, the child in his arms is dead, under the strong light of the light bulb, the horse's head is deformed and distorted, representing the suffering people... Semi-abstract cubism, surrealism...symbolic images..."

Wearing a gray short-sleeved T-shirt and light-colored jeans, Moriarty, at first glance, seemed to be the same age as the students in the audience.

He stood on the podium and spoke with eloquence, and his voice was light, changeable, and full of emotion, which added a unique charm to his words.In addition, he looks young, which makes the students feel very friendly and has a common language.

Therefore, even if what he said is only some ordinary theoretical knowledge, everyone finds it very interesting in his ups and downs and emotional serious narration.

After finally finishing the last paragraph of explanation, Moriarty looked around at the students in the classroom, smiled kindly and said, "Okay, that's all for today's lesson, and the next thing is homework ..."

The students who had just relaxed a little bit because the end of get out of class was approaching, immediately let out a sigh in unison.

Moriarty raised his eyebrows, couldn't help laughing, but comforted him with a good temper: "Don't worry, everyone, this homework is very practical..."

He turned around and used the projector to release several pictures again.

"Huh? Is that Captain America?"

"Iron Man! And Hulk!"

……

The students let out an exclamation.

"That's right, this is the picture of the superhero battle in New York during the last alien invasion." Moriarty said softly, "I know everyone admires superheroes, but I hope you can notice the deeper stuff, like..."

He casually pointed to the helpless innocent civilians in the picture, but he didn't comment too much. He just continued to smile and said, "Everyone, just use this as the theme to create a painting. The form and material are not limited. .Now, get out of class is over."

The students were obviously very interested in the subject proposed by the professor this time. After hearing the word 'end of get out of class', although they packed up their things happily, they were still discussing this topic with each other.

Moriarty watched this group of lively students, with a very amiable smile on his face, and slowly began to pack his courseware.Occasionally, a few students came over to discuss with him some of the issues mentioned in the previous lectures. It looked like a very ordinary professor on the university campus who was just very popular with students.

This exchange between teachers and students lasted about three to four minutes, until when he was answering the students' questions, he inadvertently glanced out of the corner of his eyes into the corridor, where a strange man suddenly appeared at an unknown time.

A familiar man wearing sunglasses and a well-crafted black suit, leaning against the wall like no one else, eating a donut, waved his hand when he noticed him looking over.

The corners of Moriarty's lips were slightly curved, but he quickly restrained himself and showed that kind smile again: "I'm sorry, please let me go... I still have some personal matters to deal with..."

He smiled and explained to the students: "If you have urgent questions, you can send me an email, and I will answer them tonight. If you are not in a hurry, I will set aside time for you in the next class. discuss."

The students immediately dispersed considerately and stopped surrounding him, so as not to cause trouble to this 'good-tempered' professor.

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Moriarty walked out of the classroom quickly, and walked towards the strange-looking man: "Uh... Excuseme."

He cautiously greeted the man wearing sunglasses standing in the corridor, showed a friendly smile, and asked tentatively, "If I'm not mistaken, you're here to find me, right?"

"Oh, yes, I'm looking for you." Tony stuffed the donut in his hand into his mouth in three bites, and said affirmatively while chewing: "You should know me."

"Yes, I know you, of course I know you, Mr. Stark." Moriarty pretended to be excited, and said in an exaggerated tone: "You are the famous Iron Man, a superhero..."

"That's right, it's still your ex-boyfriend's current legal partner." Tony was too lazy to act, and unceremoniously exposed the relationship between the two.

He didn't wipe his hands, and directly stretched out the hand that was holding the donut just now: "Come on, buddy, shake hands and prove that we are all men with great vision."

Moriarty froze.

He lowered his head and stared at the fingers covered in syrup... After a while, he raised his head as if recovering, showing an embarrassed and embarrassing smile, but he didn't seem to know how to refuse, so he could only reach out helplessly. , and asked tentatively again: "I didn't expect that Daniel would mention me to you?"

"No, no, Daniel never mentioned the past tense. I checked it myself. Your resume is easy to check..." Tony replied without any sense of 'invasion of other people's privacy'.

He hit the other party quickly and said: "Actually, Daniel didn't know that you came to the United States at all, and I didn't plan to tell him. Actually, if it weren't for some special reasons, I wouldn't even remember you as a person." , he has already forgotten about you completely."

Then, he grabbed Moriarty's hand that was about to withdraw in time, gave a warm handshake, and shook it vigorously: "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much, thank you for being blind suddenly, for putting Daniel left it to me! Thank you so much!"

Moriarty's expression became even more embarrassing. He looked at his hands that had been rubbed with a layer of sticky syrup, and a look of disgust flashed quickly in his eyes, but there was a look of dumbfounding on his face.

He shook his hands uncomfortably, and his tone was already a bit uncomfortable: "Then why are you looking for me, Mr. Stark?"

"Let's talk as we walk!" Tony put his arms on his shoulders very familiarly, then patted his shoulders, and childishly wiped the remaining syrup on Moriarty's gray T-shirt, Regardless of the disgusted expression on the other side's face, he wiped every finger clean very naturally.

Then, he pointed in one direction with his finger: "Hey, buddy, your studio is over here, right? Come on, let's go to your studio and talk."

Then, without waiting for the other party's consent, he took Moriarty to the direction of the studio that he had already investigated.

"Wait...wait...Mr. Stark, please let go, I can go by myself..." Moriarty protested helplessly while being dragged forward by him.

But it is clear that Tony Stark's "willful behavior" and "going his own way" are written in his bones, and a few light words can't shake what he wants to do at all.

Soon, the two of them stood side by side in front of the studio.

"Keys." Tony said sideways.

"What?" Moriarty asked in surprise.

"Studio key," Tony replied.

"Why? I mean, why should I give it to you?" Moriarty continued to ask in surprise.

Tony took it for granted with a bandit logic and said: "Because I have no less than ten ways to pry open the door, but this is too rough. We are civilized people, so we should try to be as civilized as possible. So, you have to take out the key, Then, open the door. Hurry up, do I still need to teach this? Honey, you know? I am busy saving the world, maintaining peace and so on every day, and time is limited, so I need to hurry up."

Moriarty showed a surprised and disbelieving expression: "Mr. Stark, but this is my studio."

"Yes, it's yours," Tony admitted.

"I did not invite you into my studio."

"Yes, I generally don't accept invitations from unknown third-rate painters." Tony replied.

Immediately afterwards, he said in a very philistine tone: "Besides, I'm not interested in art, unless it can increase in value. That kind of thing can make me a lot of money by quadrupling a year. Only the collection value."

Moriarty immediately showed an expression of 'the artist is humiliated': "Then you can leave now, you are not welcome in my studio."

"Are you sure?" Tony took off his sunglasses and blinked his big brown eyes.

"Of course." Moriarty said affirmatively.

"OK." Tony took out his mobile phone and ordered, "Jarvis, buy this teaching building in 10 minutes."

"Okay, Sir." The ubiquitous artificial intelligence Bin (Bin) (Bin) (Bin) answered politely and abusively.

In fact, it didn't take 10 minutes, just 10 minutes or so.

"Oye, this house is mine now." Tony turned and showed Moriarty a photo of the real estate certificate.

Then, in front of the 'studio owner', he kicked open the door: "Tsk tsk, it's really in disrepair!"

Moriarty was so angry that he couldn't speak, and stood outside in a daze.

Tony blinked provocatively at him, walked in swaggeringly, and saw a room full of 'Daniel'.

On the drawing board, on the ground, on the wall, on the sketch paper scattered everywhere, there is only one portrait of a person.

Laughing, crying, and even angry...

Tony picked up a few photos, looked at them, and commented very curiously: "Tsk, there are times when he is so angry?"

At this time, Moriarty also walked in.

He said coldly: "Please put it down, Mr. Stark, you are too rude. This room may belong to you, but the painting belongs to me."

"How much?" Tony asked.

"Not for sale."

"I forgot to mention..." Tony said in a casual tone: "When I bought this teaching building, I donated some money by the way, and now I have become a shareholder of this school, um... If you If you don't want to lose your job..."

"The reality is like this, there will never be perfect. You have to choose between work and ex-boyfriend."

He said with an 'I'm reasonable' look, and blinked again, but this time, it was very meaningful.

Moriarty stood there with an 'angry face', glaring at Tony viciously.

However, Tony turned his eyes away indifferently, there were too many people who hated him anyway.

He has started writing checks on his own.

And, he also made a phone call: "Hey, Pepper... No, no, I didn't cause trouble... I just donated to study and do good deeds... How could it be? I am such a good person, my heart is Made of gold, warm and charming...By the way, help me find a few people to move my things...It's not important, I bought some sketches...Haha, I also cultivate my sentiments occasionally, art is priceless of……"

Five minutes later, a group of people who looked like a moving company appeared at the door of the studio.

Tony waved his hand arrogantly: "Move them all away, don't leave a piece of paper...not even toilet paper."

Then, he was busy walking back and forth in the studio, and directed: "There, be careful, don't break it, move all of these to this address... Boys, come on, everyone work more quickly! By the way, That big portrait on the wall..."

He pointed to the one hanging in the middle of the wall and said, "Here, you guys move it to my office and hang it on the wall. I think I can watch something interesting when I'm working..."

This portrait should be the one discussed by the two Italian art students on the street last time.

Seriously, in a bunch of sketches, this one is a bit unique.

It was delicate and colorful, even the frame was gilded, and it was the best painting ever.

'Daniel' was wearing a very gorgeous wizard robe inside, and he was probably standing on a stage to give a speech. His pair of blue eyes seemed to have an extremely bright light, with a kind of intimacy that made everyone who saw it fall involuntarily. The corners of her lips were raised slightly, that kind of lively and enthusiastic smile pierced through the paper, as if in front of her eyes...

"It's not bad, I have to say." Tony made a non-emotional comment.

He turned around and stuffed the check he had just written into Moriarty's hand. Regardless of Moriarty's resistance, he stretched out his arm around his other shoulder and threatened with a smile, "Look, even though you secretly drew me My partner violated the right of portrait, but I still paid to buy it back. But, remember, don’t do this in the future! You know, the guy who came this time is very reasonable and has a good temper. Tony Stark. But if there is a next time, it will probably be Iron Man who is unreasonable and has a bad temper..."

At this time, with the efforts of professionals (movers), the entire studio has been emptied.

Tony looked around contentedly, smiled at Moriarty, and left a business card: "Next time, if there are other paintings to sell, you can call my assistant, and she will be in charge of appraising the value. But , she has a high vision, she is not a famous person, so she probably doesn't like it..."

"Goodbye, buddy. But next time you want to see me, you have to make an appointment in advance!" He threw a blown kiss, then turned and walked out of the studio, walking lightly and triumphantly, just like a leopard that has successfully returned home from hunting, showing off its might .

Moriarty stood in the empty studio with his head down, as if thinking about something.

Occasionally, a few students who don't know what happened will look in curiously when they pass by the corridor.

After a while, he raised his head again, looked at the check in his hand, couldn't help laughing nervously, and finally, he even bent down laughing: "It's really interesting, it's so interesting..."

The author has something to say: Tell everyone directly, Mo Niang will definitely take revenge later... You don't want to call again... Boom, I really like this psycho who loves to act.