[Comprehensive British and American] Daily life of a data balancer

Cynthia, 15, hid in a spare room in the Baxter Building with her face buried in her knees.

Only Franklin, who was passing by casually, found her. He carefully pushed open the half-hidden door, looked at the little girl sitting in the corner, and asked cautiously, "Are you crying?"

The little girl didn't answer, her head was buried deep, but her shoulders kept shaking.So out of concern, Franklin walked in "If you want someone to talk to..."

"I want to be alone."

"Then you should probably lock the door." Franklin didn't stop because of the other party's refusal. He closed the door gently, walked to Cynthia's side, and sat down against the wall, "What happened?"

He saw Professor X and Wanda drinking tea with his parents in the hall, and Valeria was there too.As far as he knew, the Scarlet Witch took a few young people to play at X Academy today, including his younger sister, and the two brothers and sisters of the Doom family. For some reason, they came back early.

Cynthia looked up at him, wiped the tears on her face with her hands, and pouted, looking aggrieved.She and Franklin are not very familiar, and their age gap is also a bit large, only met a few times.The Doom kids generally do better with Valeria.

And for some reason, under such circumstances, it doesn't seem so shameful to confide in someone you don't know so well, so Cynthia sniffled, "Sister Val wants to take us to X Academy to meet more peers."

Franklin nodded cautiously.He can understand that there is always a gap between children born with superpowers and ordinary children, especially the very smart ones. His mother has taken them there several times before.

"I don't like them." Cynthia said with a snort.

Franklin blinked his eyes. Even if he was as smart as he was, he couldn't deduce the process from the ins and outs. So he asked cautiously, "Why do you think so?"

"They are rude and weak, and they can only fear and slander what they can't do." Cynthia said so, and when Franklin blinked and watched her waiting for the next sentence, he sighed, condescending like an idiot Further explaining "They were talking bad about Arnold behind his back, and I heard it."

"Oh." So Franklin understood that the rest was so obvious that there was no need to guess. The young and energetic girl must be very angry. She was eager to protect her family, and she was indeed capable of doing something.

"And the adults stopped you?" Franklin asked speculatively, "Arnold also participated?"

"Arnold scolded me." Cynthia pouted when she mentioned this matter, filled with righteous indignation, "I'm helping him out, but he doesn't appreciate it!"

— Actually you are just making trouble for him.

X Academy has never lacked powerful mutants, even Uncle Doom himself dared not go in and provoke them without being fully prepared.Franklin secretly observed the little girl to make sure she was not hurt, thinking, you are lucky.

But he also knew that this little kung fu girl would definitely not be able to listen to these things, so he sighed, stretched out his hand and patted the little girl's head.Who knew that the more the little girl thought about it, the more wronged she became, she sniffled and threw herself into his arms and began to cry.

Franklin didn't dare move for a while, until the little girl stopped, got up from him, looked at him with eyes bright with tears, and announced loudly, "I like you."

Franklin: ? ? ?

Before he could answer, there was a rhythmic knock on the door, and then the door was pushed open.The tall, thin boy with brown curly hair who just turned 18 stood at the door, looked at the two people in the room, first nodded to Franklin as a greeting, and then looked at Cynthia: "Come here."

Cynthia didn't move. She carefully observed her brother's expression to see something, but the strictly controlled expression was so bland that she couldn't guess it, so she bit her lip, and finally made up her mind to stand up and walked to her brother. In front of him, he lowered his head, "I won't admit my mistake."

The little girl stubbornly announced: "I'm not wrong, they said bad things first, they said you are anti-social."

"I am an antisocial personality." Arnold agreed flatly, "I have done relevant tests myself, lacking empathy, unclear emotions, and every item is in line with the expression of antisocial personality."

"But!" The little girl raised her head, but she didn't know what to say when the words came to her lips, and finally stomped her feet angrily, "That's not what they should say!"

"..." Arnold didn't answer this, his dull eyebrows inherited from his father raised slightly, so Franklin was a little worried and tried to ease the atmosphere behind.

But he didn't have time to say anything, Arnold's hand started, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of his sister's eyes, and said calmly: "I don't care what they say, if I can do what they can't, I don't have to pay attention to their thoughts. I just hope that you can think more before doing it."

Cynthia took a breath, and she grabbed her brother before he could retract his hand, turned over to look at the scratches on the knuckles on the back of her hand, and then raised her head in surprise, "You fought with someone."

Arnold's eyes narrowed dangerously, but this could no longer deter Cynthia. The little girl proudly announced: "We will be beaten by our parents."

"You probably won't, I can't tell." Arnold sighed, he took his sister's hand and turned to leave, and Cynthia turned her head and blew a kiss to Franklin before leaving.

Arnold didn't miss this. As he walked away, he also turned his head and looked at it, and asked meaningfully, "Is this something I need to pay attention to?"

"No." The little girl was obviously in a good mood, and she replied proudly, "I can take care of my own affairs."

Someday ten years from now.

Dawn Allen stood in the lobby of the Latveria palace, looking up at the murals used for decoration on the high ceiling, only to realize that it was not a good idea to run over in such a rush.

"Alan? I'm assuming you came all the way from the United States to find me for something?" Arnold was wearing a well-tailored suit, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a goblet of dark red liquid. Get behind her and ask.

Dawn turned around, and she wanted to say, from the perspective of a speed runner, this distance is really nothing.But when she saw the owner of the palace tilting his head slightly, his bland eyebrows raised slightly because of doubt, she couldn't help blushing, "I...uh..."

Arnold didn't speak, nor did he change his posture, he just stood there and waited patiently.

So Dawn couldn't help covering his already hot face, and said in a breath: "Uncle Kyle's birthday is coming soon, Wally invited us to go together, will you come too?"

"Yes, I will," Arnold replied, without commenting on her gaffe.

"Then...then I'll see you then." Donn didn't even wait for Arnold's answer, so he rushed away.

"You can invite her to dinner, Mom and Dad will be very happy." From the shadows, a younger woman stepped out, she had the same brown curly hair as Arnold.Cynthia Richard stood behind her brother, making a teasing proposal.

"Father and mother will undoubtedly be very happy to throw me a bunch of questions, so this is not a good idea." Arnold replied, turning around at the same time, just when he was about to open his mouth to say something again, a flash of lightning flashed outside the castle Dark night, followed by roaring thunder.

With that comes the cadence of boots on the marble floor and a booming voice: "Arnold, Son of Doom, are you here?"

"..." Cynthia raised her eyebrows at the voice, and she looked at her brother who still couldn't see the emotion in surprise, "Seriously? You hooked up with Thor's daughter?"

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Two chapters have been updated today, don’t miss the previous chapter

Originally, I wanted to write about a son who looks like Du Mu and a daughter who looks like Li Min, but the style of the relationship is that the son looks like a mother and the daughter looks like a father.

There are about two more chapters in the back to write off the text [authors with obsessive-compulsive disorder must write to 100%] and then write the line of Shi Chuanqi. Let me wait for a while and update it in two days

Let me put the archived manuscript first, the sand sculpture new pit opened on 4.28 [Comprehensive British and American] the number one black fan, if you are interested, you can accept it~