New York is a Shura field [Comprehensive British and American]

"The potion has failed. It hurts."

He is like a human-shaped pendant, the whole person hangs on your body.

You dare not move.

The detective seems to like your neck very much, and now he still clings to your face like a large, docile dog. Rubbing, rubbing, as if it is the most delicate part of your body.

You know what it means to be there in this world.

But now in the street—

You can't just push him away and treat him like a stranger...you've seen him in his susceptible phase. (He has a wound that has just been bandaged, and you are afraid that his wound will be pulled. You are the kind of person who generally does not want to hurt others.) Even though there are not many pedestrians on the street now, such a big movement will cause other people to Unnecessary attention.

Besides, he is no one else.

You stunned and let him hug you for 3 minutes.Well, maybe 5 minutes, because now that number is also whatever you say.You don't know, it's been a long time anyway.

"Sherlock?" You felt that passers-by were looking at you two more and more times, and finally spoke.

"...Shall we go? Mrs. Hudson is still waiting, I don't want to keep her waiting too long." You just said that without looking back.The volume is controlled just right, to the extent that others cannot hear but he can hear.

He snorted, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems he is fine.

You let go of your defenses and turned your head slightly to make him get up quickly.He let go of you a little, and you thought he was back on track again, so you were about to take off the windbreaker that was draped over your shoulders.

You don't need a windbreaker either.The pheromones left on it will only speed up your heart rate, without any benefit.

You lighten your shoulders, then?

The figures of the two of you overlap.

By the way, he quickly picked up the windbreaker that was floating in the air and seemed to be about to fall to the ground, as if he was very dissatisfied with your actions just now - only this time he put the clothes on your head, and while you In a moment of distraction, he went in.

Sherlock is really fast at learning everything.

You don't even know how he developed his miraculous weaving skills.Your brain froze, like a puppet with exhausted clockwork, unable to move under his attack, you could only let him attack the city, exhausting every inch of air, with your little hand on his chest, wanting to refuse but still welcome, others When you see it, you will only think that this is a couple who are inseparable in love.

He covers your face slightly.It seems that he doesn't really want other people to see this scene.

But you didn't notice - to put it in a very unromantic way, wtf is all you have on your mind right now.

Whatthef. uck!

——This taste is much better than he imagined.It is ten thousand times better than cold pharmaceutical reagents.

Originally, he didn't understand why some people would use the excuse of watching a movie to make love to each other under the dim light.Now, he seems to be slowly beginning to understand.

The taste is wonderful, and those who have not experienced it just don't understand.

However, he has not yet understood the real reason for the beauty: is this behavior itself stimulating the secretion of hormones, dopamine, and adrenaline, thereby creating a sense of satisfaction; or is it only with certain people that this effect can be produced? Woolen cloth?

The original sweet, soft and attractive pheromone just floated loosely around him, but now it's as if he has already eaten it, and all the sweetness spreads in his mouth.

Sherlock found something more refreshing than morphine.

The only fly in the ointment is that there is no response.

This is a wen that doesn't respond.

Somehow, at the moment the spring petals parted, he nibbled yours with his teeth in retaliation.Makes you gasp.

The strength is not very strong, but it is enough to leave some intriguing traces on you. The shouness that the Alphas hide deep in their bodies will be unreservedly revealed at this time-there is no special reason, just pure and evil intentions to leave traces about themselves on you, the more the better.

The only thing on your mind is, this is your firstkiss.

As a solo mother, you have cherished the Chuwen for almost 20 years, and it was taken away by this person in front of you.

Although the education you have received is not that as long as you kiss, you must be together... But there will still be a strange and subtle feeling in your heart.Originally, you thought that your precious things would be sealed away and wait for the destined person to arrive (yes, you are such a little girl), but now that person has not arrived, he has arrived... Sherlock Holmes has arrived.

It was just a whim on his part.

As soon as the question was finished, you staggered back a few steps with unsteady breathing, and distanced yourself from him.

Wipe a few more times.

If you lick your lips, you will taste the sweet and fishy taste.

He rarely moved. You stared at him for a while, your eyes fell on his unusually red lips, and your ears turned red quietly.

"Why do you—" he added before you could say it, in a flat manner.

"I know you have a few questions you want to ask me."

you:?

"But now, I want to take you somewhere." Sherlock smiled again, and you were distracted by his rare childish smile, and for a moment you forgot what you wanted to say.

Every step he takes is so precise.

He knows you won't say no.You will not.

He is now going to take his new coffee and go to a shelter that belongs only to him.

His House of Requirement, the Conservatory for the Blind at the Kew Royal Botanic Gardens.

"Huh?!" Before you could react, you were dragged by him and started running.God knows why his mind is jumping so fast, you can't quite keep up with him.

Sherlock doesn't look like a patient who just got stitches at all, and you are in a way more like a patient than he is.

You were still out of breath even being pulled by him, and you finally stopped after running for a certain distance.

Then you find out—

Good detective, Sherlock Holmes, who somehow got a pair of pliers and is prying someone's motorcycle.

Test on the edge of the wei law era.

You can't even say a word, you can only watch him prying, skillfully, as if there is no one there.

"I don't want to go..." You were a little reluctant.But your protest is useless.

Sherlock had gotten on his motorcycle and put his helmet on before you could say that.

He hands you the other one: "Oh, I thought the Arboretum would be a good place to go on your birthday."

You remember the previous career choice table. After you ticked off a few careers, the question at the end is: Where do you most want to go in the next few years?

You filled in the Egyptian pyramids, Notre Dame Cathedral, the restored Summer Palace, the North Pole, the Royal Botanic Gardens.

The Botanic Gardens seem to be the closest you can get, for now.And the reason you write it on a whim is—

That's Sherlock Holmes' sanctuary.That was where he went when he wanted to get away from the world and be alone.

You just wrote down its name in two or three strokes in a not-so-pretty handwriting, but now, Sherlock is actually going to take you there.

His mind was unpredictable.

"Today is my... birthday?" You quickly took out your phone and looked at the calendar.You have no idea about that strange date with white letters on a red background.This should be the birthday set by the system, which is pretty much meaningless to you.

"I didn't say it was today. Two hours, 35 minutes and 20 seconds to be exact." Sherlock replied, "Nineteenth birthday."

"So you're celebrating my birthday now?" you asked uncertainly.

In your perception, it is nonsense that SH would specially celebrate someone's birthday.

Birthday?Maybe so on the surface, but in fact there will be other benefits for him.For example, solve a psychic murder case or something.

"It's good that you think so." He neither denied nor confirmed.

"Sherlock, you are sick, you should go back to rest. Besides, the botanical garden is closed long ago." You have searched on the Internet, and the botanical garden is open until 05:30 pm at most and then closes.Now you two go, the only result is to be rejected.

"Come here." He held the handlebar of the motorcycle with one hand and stretched out his hand towards you.

With the lessons learned from the past, you will not follow suit and say no stubbornly.

"The Conservatory for the Blind at Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew." He repeated the place. "Tell me, why do you want to go there?"

Then you see the sharp gaze of the observer again in his eyes.

Honestly, you don't really like that, it makes you feel like everything is being seen through.

Avert your eyes, "I just wrote it casually."

"Really?" There was a slight lift in his tone at the end, which made you feel like he had noticed something.

"...Believe it or not." You rarely see annoyance on your face. Speaking of which, this is the first time that you have shown such emotions in front of him that a normal adolescent girl should have.

As soon as you finished speaking, you caught a glimpse of Sherlock's uneasy expression from the corner of your eye.

Inappropriately, what he said before resurfaced in your mind again——

"The potion has failed. It hurts."

He is a "pain-afraid" person.Although he can endure and fight against it, he still inevitably hates long and meaningless pain.

You immediately put aside the previous things and ran to him.

You are the reverse version of the farmer and snake story.Others are bitten by snakes once and afraid of well ropes for ten years.You believe it every time.

Silly.

"You don't really want to take me there, do you? You must be hiding something from me." You took a deep breath and said, "Also, Sherlock, your acting was poor this time." You mercilessly His little trick was exposed.

Don't be too reserved in front of him and feel embarrassed.It is to speak straight to the point.

"I took on a case that cleared someone of a charge."

"Have you changed your career to become a lawyer?" You feel that you are worrying for nothing.Even though he was sick, he still tried to find something for himself to do, and found the true meaning of life in various cases.He is the little boy who is keen on exploring in Mark Twain's works.But obviously what he was running for was not gold and silver treasures, but something of a higher level.

"Going to the botanical garden is good for me to develop new ideas." He said.

The other party put forward a reason for such righteous words.

admit.

You just sit on the back of his pried motorcycle and put on your helmet.

After all, you will worry about him when you go back alone.Well, why not follow him to have a look.

Your train of thought is being led further and further by him.

Like now, you even forgot about that incident just now.

"Hey!!!" The drunken man walked out of the small bar on the street. He looked at the motorcycle you were driving in front of him and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"Give me back my car!! I'm going to call the police!!"

The night wind gradually blew the man's voice away - Sherlock can be called everything.He drove the ordinary motorcycle with a feeling of wild racing, and quickly drove you onto the bridge.The wind blows your face almost stiff, and you can only see the glowing buildings on both sides reflected on the dark blue river in the dim vision, like the stars in the sky.

You also have to admire yourself, you didn't hug him tightly at such a fast speed.

In the next second you will be really fragrant.Because the man in front of you picks up speed without saying a word.

"Is stealing a car something that a detective should do?" you ask him aloud—the wind is whistling past in his ears, maybe not audible.

"It's not illegal if you don't get caught." Sherlock was extremely cunning.

When I came to the Royal Botanic Gardens, everything around me was even darker, and there were not even many street lights in this empty and boundless place.

You're forced to watch Sherlock's perfect break-in tutorial again.

A detective is always full of skill points on this unusual scheme.

You tentatively come in, and your field of vision is filled with patches of colorful flowers.

Even if you are mentally prepared, you never expect that there are so many types of plants still in flowering period in late autumn.

In other words, the powerful greenhouse provides a suitable growth environment for these exotic plants.It has such a beautiful effect.

Flowers come in all varieties, but without exception, they all bloom so beautifully.

While you were staring at these colorful plants in a daze, Sherlock quickly turned around and finally stopped in front of a small flower bed not far from you.

Out of curiosity, you walked over.

He found that in front of him was nothing more than an ordinary white morning glory.Can't help but ask: "What are you doing?"

He stared at the hanging white petunias, a little lost in thought.He didn't answer your question, but just picked one off on his own, held it in his hand and observed it carefully.

"It couldn't be easier," he said.

"The angel's horn, which is datura," he added, "contains a series of powerful toxins, such as scopolamine, belladonna, hyoscyamine, and atropine. Among them, the impact on the nerve center is greatest through the respiratory tract."

As he said, he spread your hand and gently placed the flower on your palm, "Now look up the culture of this flower and so on."

You were at a loss, but quietly held your breath, and quickly started to look it up.

You don't want to be in tomorrow's newspaper because you broke into your home illegally.

"The language of flowers is... love flowers." You looked up at him, "It is a flower that blooms in the kingdom of heaven, white and soft, whoever sees this flower will be rid of evil."

"Flower language doesn't make any sense at all," you hear him comment grimly.

[Then you still let me check? ? 】

you think.

"Maybe we should stay away from here? It's hallucinogenic," you suggest.

"What would you think if I gave you flowers?"

you:?

Your doubts are all written on your face, "You can't." This is what the love brain will do.

"I'm giving it to you now." He pointed to the flower lying in your palm.

"...to solve the case?" You can't think of any special answer.

He held you by the shoulders, took you two steps forward, looked at you with his piercing eyes, and said, "Forget my name. Pretend I'm just a male classmate who has a crush on you—if I What do you mean by sending you flowers?"

You are all amused by his actions, "Who will give morning glory in courtship? Mandala?"

[Sherlock Holmes has become a male classmate who has a crush on her. 】

To be honest, the idea was too dramatic.

Sherlock is a genius who can single-handedly stop the rebel conspiracy at the age of 14.Genius needs to fall in love?

"Yi Ri, use your little girl's brain to think about it." Sherlock let you go suddenly, and quickly grasped the key point of your answer.

Courtship.

"Courtship." He repeated the word, and you watched him pace back and forth without speaking.

Although you know that he is solving the case, but if the thoughts in your mind can be transformed into bullet screens and displayed directly in front of his eyes, then he will definitely see you full of question marks.

He happily came over and stroked your hair, held your face in his hands, and kissed you.

"Happy birthday, Yiri. You are my inspiration."

He is in a very happy mood now, that kiss—that is, the thing that he refused to answer you, the aftermath of it simply made him feel like falling into the clouds.That kind of wonderful feeling is incomparable to those ordinary cases.Compared with Moriarty, he hasn't made a serious comparison.

In fact, if you ask, he can also answer a reason casually.

He just doesn't want to do it anymore.

You don't know what to say back except to say, "Thank you...?"

"Can I throw it away now? It's poisonous..." The white mandala flower is tightly clutched by your hanging hand.

"And the botanical garden should be monitored, right? We won't be caught and squatting in a cell?" You suddenly turned into a hundred thousand whys, and those questions kept being thrown out.

You didn't hear the expected tone of a detective.

You suddenly hear tinnitus, and everything around you suddenly loses sound.You blinked, and found that a lot of white smoke suddenly appeared in the greenhouse of the botanical garden in front of you, blurring your vision.

Sherlock, who was standing next to you just now, is gone too.You couldn't help being a little flustered, you took a few steps in the opposite direction, and unexpectedly found a figure that was absolutely impossible to appear here behind the hidden trees.

Little spider.

His back is facing you, but your eyelids are as heavy as lead, and you can't even lift them.After finally struggling to open his eyes, the scene in front of him changed again and again, which was elusive.

"Why are you here? It's dangerous, run!" While you looked at him, your instinctive concern for him drove you to say this.

Before he could react, the scene in front of him became blurred again.

Sherlock watched you stagger to the other side, but had no better idea.

Because he discovered a cold fact.

He played off.

Of course, Sherlock knew that the whole Datura plant was poisonous, and also knew that smelling the fragrance of this flower for a long time would produce hallucinogenic effects, but when the gate of the botanical garden was open and the air was circulating, it was unexpected for him that you would be poisoned so quickly.

The botanical garden just now is in your field of vision, and it has been completely distorted into a maze.All plants look so alike to you that you walk back and forth several times and find yourself lost.

There are even several mirror-like things appearing in front of you.On closer inspection, these so-called mirrors projected different people.

There was a blond man wearing armor, holding Mjolnir, sitting on the ivory steps in front of the temple, looking heroic.

The professor with black hair and blue eyes sat in a wheelchair and slowly entered the door with a smile.And you see, it says "Xavier Academy for Young Talents" on the wall.

A psychologist in a white shirt sits across from you and invites you to dinner—you just see a subtle arrogance in his aristocratic elegance.

……

You don't quite understand what's going on, you just feel like your mind is going to explode.

You suddenly lost all your strength and fell to the ground with your hands on the ground, but suddenly there was a sharp pain.

The pain didn't last long, only a few seconds left.Your thoughts are immediately pulled back by this feeling, and your thinking becomes clear again.

At this moment, Sherlock also ran over, helped you up, tried your breath, and prepared to take you out of here.

After all, today is your nominal birthday, and Sherlock is no longer fun to take off.Otherwise, not only Mrs. Hudson will teach him a good lesson, but I believe other people will also criticize him.

As for whether Sherlock himself is within this range, even he himself is not very clear.

Your chest was heaving violently, and you didn't even have the strength to speak at all.Seeing this, Sherlock immediately hugged you horizontally, and quickly left the botanical garden - he was so agile that he would never leave any directional evidence for anyone.

Your right hand hangs down, and the scar on the pulp of the index finger is not very obvious under the cover of night.Only a little blood came out, and it began to heal automatically.

What you didn't realize was that when you were unconscious, a small dark green snake quietly got into your coat pocket.

When you wake up, you find yourself lying in your bedroom at 221b Baker Street, fully covered by the covers.

But the "culprit" Sherlock is not by your side.

As soon as you get up, Mrs. Hudson enters.

Seeing that you woke up, she exclaimed, "Oh, honey, it's so good that you woke up!"

"Um... what time is it?" You asked a little uncertainly.

It can't be that it's already several days later, right? ?

Mrs. Hudson looked at her pocket watch, "It's only 05:30, dear. You can sleep a little longer."

"Where's Sherlock?"

You didn't know what to say, so you just asked dryly.

"Oh, he—" Mrs. Hudson was about to say something, but her eyes rolled away and she stopped talking.

In your searching eyes, Mrs. Hudson cleared her throat and changed the subject: "Honey, I have a little gift for you. Sorry, I didn't wish you a happy birthday yesterday."

You were flattered, and quickly waved your hand: "It's okay, it's okay! I should say I'm sorry, and I've caused you trouble here. Besides, I don't have any requests for gifts..."

What you say is true.

You don't really like birthdays very much.Your birthday is just an ordinary day of the year for you, no different from other days.So you don't care too much about that aspect.

Mrs. Hudson thinks your remarks are the product of shyness.She quickly walked out of your room to get something.

A text message rang from the cell phone on the bedside table.

You pick it up and look at it.

Tsk, your inbox was pretty busy yesterday.Several text messages came in.

[Bruce: Happy birthday.Should I come to you, or should I replenish you when the gift comes to the manor?what do you want? 】

[Steve: Happy birthday.I've been too busy recently, so I'll ask Natasha to bring you a gift. Study hard. 】

[Peter: Oh, oh, Yiri, happy birthday to you! ! !I'm sorry to have caused you so much trouble and let you take care of me... Anyway, I'm fine now, can I come to your place now? I want to wish you a happy birthday myself. 】

In addition, Watson and Ned have all sent you birthday wishes text messages.

You don't quite understand why everyone in the world knows your birthday except yourself.

But the date of these text messages was yesterday, it seems a bit inappropriate to reply now... Besides, huh...?

This looks like a text message recycle bin?

You're surprised that your phone's feature set is different from everyone else's.But then the system answered your confusion: [Dear host, if the text messages are really completely deleted, then the corresponding character's favorability will be directly halved.You will start a new copy. 】

"What new dungeon?" You asked in a low voice.

Don't let others find out that you are talking to the air now.

[A copy that cannot be described. 】The system answers.

You are too lazy to roll your eyes, "Then who deleted it for me? Isn't this killing me?"

[Of course it's your roommate.Host, your IQ is not good. 】

"You lied! You just want to take the opportunity to blackmail me!" You retorted without thinking, "He doesn't know my lock screen password."

【Do you think Holmes still knows your lock screen password? 】

"Okay, if you are right, you are right, and if you are wrong, you are wrong." You are too lazy to talk to the system.Anyway, in this world, you are just a rookie at the bottom of the pyramid.Everyone(.) you know is better than you.

Just after you finished speaking, Mrs. Hudson came in with a small cake: "This is specially made for you~"

You smiled and said sincerely, "Thank you."

The two of you were relatively speechless, she seemed to have thought of something, and raised her eyebrows: "I remember - did you buy that pet snake? Sherlock said that he would chop it up and extract the venom for chemical experiments. "

"Of course not." Although you don't know what the pet snake Mrs. Hudson mentioned looks like, you refuse it without thinking.

Pet snakes...you don't buy that kind of thing.

In fact, in the past, when you watched the videos of pet bloggers, if you brushed them, you would still feel a little bit excited, thinking that they looked cool.But when I really saw the entity, I was still a little scared from the bottom of my heart.

You must know that you are afraid of being bitten even if you raise a hamster.

"But—" you changed the subject, "Can you show me what it looks like?"

"Of course!" Mrs. Hudson agreed, and after a while, she came over with a small transparent glass box, and you can see the whole picture here.

Put some bedding in it, put some water in it, and nothing else.You only saw a small dark green snake lying there alone, motionless.

It seems that this little pet has sensed your probing gaze, and slowly wriggled and raised its head.

When staring at the bright golden eyes of this little snake, you suddenly have an indescribably strange feeling.

After observing it for a while, you asked aloud, "Will it be thrown away?"

"I don't know." Mrs. Hudson replied, "But it seems that Sherlock is also useful, so it may be used for experiments."

Even though you can't bear it, your sympathy for Mo Buxiang's not-so-cute little animal has come to an end.You have no problem with this, and just as the other person is about to walk away with the box, your brain goes through an electric shock.

You call Mrs. Hudson hastily.But as soon as you say it, you regret it.

God, why did I call her? ?There is nothing to say.

You looked at the other party's puzzled expression, and felt guilty for a while.

Then you say something like, "I want that pet snake."

Mrs. Hudson also smiled and put the box down, "Say it earlier, dear. Although I don't approve of your pet thing, if it doesn't run around in the house, I think I can still accept it." .”

You are flattered, "Mrs. Hudson is giving you trouble..."

You are a little afraid that Mrs. Hudson will dislike you for your quick change of heart.

Can……

You swear it never occurred to you to say those words just now.

It never occurred to you to keep the little snake.

Then why do you say these words?it's wired.

[Where did this snake come from an alien creature, right? 】

You can't help but think that what's going on in your head right now is a scenario of an alien invasion of Earth.And you, as an ordinary human being, you are nothing but cannon fodder.

Except that the snake moved a few times when you saw it for the first time, and then became lazy again, unwilling to move.

Anyway, letting it stay in such a small box is also a kind of capital punishment.

uncomfortable.

You sighed insignificantly, and put it on the side near the window sill.

Compared with you, Sherlock's experience today can be called rich and extraordinary——

Who would have thought that the famous detective Mr. Sherlock Holmes would come out of the gay bar early in the morning?

He even brought a male companion with him, and was having an intimate conversation with him on the street.The most important thing is that the other party is not John Watson.

Sherlock's sexual orientation is almost like an unsolved mystery of the world, you can think it what you want.Anyway, the famous detective will not waste his life on the love game of chasing after me.

——Sherlock was considered gay for a long time.

Because he and John Watson are almost inseparable.

Such boundless rumors did not dissipate until Dr. Watson got married and you came here.

However, Sherlock himself doesn't care much about these issues that don't matter to him.He has never cared about other people's opinions, and his ego has reached an extreme.

So when he brought people back, the teacup in your hand couldn't help shaking.

The boss is so terrifying.

You have run out of words.

And you more or less guessed that Sherlock would never bring a stranger home inexplicably, and it must be something related to the case.

case case case.

It's all in his life.

You are noncommittal, you don't even bother to ask the other party what's going on, you stand at the entrance, put on your coat and prepare to go out.

I heard that your school has a lecture or something like that today.You can add credits if you go.

Although you are not too interested, but since everyone is going, then you should go and have a look.Anyway, idle is idle.

The main thing, of course, is that you don't really want to be with Sherlock.

To him, that kiss was just a small wave in the boring world of adults (yes, that's what you think), but to you it was not that simple.

And he was completely silent about this matter, which makes you feel uncomfortable.At the same time, his performance did not give you any chance to ask him.

You are human, and of course you have mood swings.

With that in mind, you were about to go downstairs when he stopped you: "What are you going to do?"

"Listen to the lecture." You replied casually.

But when you are actually sitting in the auditorium, after seeing what the professor looks like, you understand a truth.

History is always strikingly similar.

Midtown High School is quite popular.Batman on the front foot, Professor X on the back foot.

You watched the dark-brown-haired young man slowly walk towards the podium, his clear blue eyes shone with brilliance, and you felt mixed feelings in your heart.

When is the current professor x professor x?

You don't know very well.

[I haven't sat in a wheelchair yet, which means I haven't broken up with Eric yet?

Then he can control anyone's mind, wouldn't it be easy to find me? 】

When you think about it, your scalp tingles.

This is not what you want.

You can sign in at the entrance when you enter the venue, and you need to sign again later when you leave the venue.The auditorium is just that big...

You are downcast.

What else can I do?I can only keep going.Who told this school that there are so many mandatory extracurricular activities.

You think you have to look at the auspicious days when you go out in the future.

But after a while, the stone called "fear of being discovered by Professor X and fear of falling off the horse" that weighed on your heart will be lightened.

On the one hand, you are sitting in the back row, and the distance between the two of you is a bit far away, so you can't see his face clearly.Not to mention himself.It is not an easy task to quickly find you in a crowd of people.

on the other hand……

You realize that he is so different from the people you met before in this world.

He looks very gentle.

When speaking, he was witty, funny, natural, occasionally sly, and quickly let the audience enter his spiritual realm through his emotional tone.It does not require any superpowers at all to produce the effect of "controlling other people's thoughts".

But at the same time, when his deep and moving blue eyes are shuttled among the audience, you will vaguely feel in your heart how happy it is to be watched by him forever. (Give up identity.)

When the other party has only you in their eyes...

You are lost in thought.Your current response does not fit the previous pattern of behavior.

You used to keep these people at arm's length, wishing to run away... Even if Charles' personal charm breaks through the sky, it is impossible for you to give up all your previous thoughts.

Professor Charles is still giving his exciting speech on the stage, but you are not interested in enjoying it, and you are thinking about something with lowered eyelashes.The classmate next to you called you several times and you didn't agree, just kept immersing yourself in your own world.

You're running through your mind frame-by-frame the clips you've seen him on stage.

Your setup is weird.You forget things, but when you remember, it becomes very, very, very clear.As long as you think about it every time, it is equivalent to replaying that picture in your mind and in front of you again.

Although Charles seems to be walking in the same posture as ordinary people on the surface, you have discovered it.

Even if it's well concealed, it's still a little lame.

That's because he was injured.

If you guessed correctly...

He can't actually walk anymore.Now it's supposed to be the serum that Hank injected him with, allowing him to temporarily walk on his legs.And the price is losing superpowers.

He said that that superpower made him feel painful.

You thought about it, and your heart skipped a beat the moment you raised your head.

His gaze locks on to you.

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