After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Hilda is very popular with the students.

Although she didn't know why, when she was standing there waiting for Kurt Wagner, the nightcrawler, there was indeed a group of students outside the door, pushing and shoving, not knowing what they wanted to do.

Hilda wasn't in the mood to guess what a bunch of teenage brats were thinking.She was wondering if she should keep the news of her return to Gotham a secret from Bruce, and then return suddenly at night to give him a huge surprise.

While thinking about it, a group of students over there have already launched a representative.The silver-haired boy took a deep breath and strode towards Hilda.

"Hi!" He winked at Hilda, smiled at her very naturally, and introduced himself according to the words he had prepared, "Hi, I'm Hilda..." He paused, Realizing something was wrong instantly, he quickly waved his hands in Hilda's surprised eyes, blushing in panic, "No! I'm Kuaiyin!"

Hilda: "Pfft."

This small introductory blunder unsurprisingly elicited snickers behind his back.

Kuaiyin was in a bad mood, and the rhythm he had prepared was completely disrupted, so he could only say angrily: "...I, I am your fan, you are really cool... May I ask you for an autograph ?"

"Okay." Hilda nodded.

Kuaiyin's eyes lit up, and in a blink of an eye there were more paper and pens in his hand. He got Hilda's flamboyant signature in everyone's envious eyes, and then he found the right time and asked Hilda: "Miss Hilda ,My friends are also your fans - we all like you very much, you are a mutant, you are our compatriots, don't worry! We will support you in the competition, you will definitely win the championship!"

Hilda was startled: "...Thank you? But there's no need, I've already been eliminated."

"What?!" Someone screamed, and everyone rushed towards her. The girl at the head clenched her fists angrily and stared at Hilda, "Why?! Is it because you are a mutant?!"

"No," she replied, "it's because I'm not strong enough."

"You are obviously very strong." Kuaiyin interjected.

"It doesn't matter if you are eliminated," someone said to her softly, "Will you release an album in the future? We are all your fans, and we will definitely continue to support you."

"But I plan to quit the circle." Hilda said directly.

Everyone: "..."

Kuaiyin didn't give up: "Is it because you're going to join the X-Men? We understand! Superheroes are just busy—"

"No." Hilda flatly denied, "I don't want to be a superhero either."

Quicksilver is speechless.

"Why are you all gathered here?" A female voice sounded from outside the door, and Alice stood at the door, followed by a blue-skinned mutant who looked a little embarrassed.He didn't dare to look directly at Hilda, but followed Alice slowly towards her.

Alice: "Hilda, this is Nightcrawler Kurt Wagner, Kurt, this is Hilda, can you please take her to the center of New York?"

"It's best to deliver it to a pet store." Hilda added. She stood up and looked at Nightcrawler with an unusually friendly tone. After picking up the cat from the store, can you please send me to Gotham again?"

Nightcrawler was a little nervous: "D-of course."

Alice stared at Hilda with some surprise.

Hilda didn't take it seriously: "What should I do?"

Nightcrawler stretched out his hands shyly. Those hands were also different from ordinary humans. In fact, he was more like a demon in people's fantasy than a human: "...hold my hand tightly, that's all."

"Are you going now?" Alice asked.

Hilda nodded to her, and then glanced at the disappointed teenagers around: "I've been delayed for too long." Hilda was actually a little confused, in her opinion, she just participated in a program After all, this is an ordinary job, no different from her previous job as a bodyguard for Penguin, but this group of young people are extremely eager for her because they watched a show?

This made Hilda feel incomprehensible.

"Will we still be able to see you on TV in the future?" Little Rascal couldn't help but take a step forward, "Or will you still come to the Academy of Mutants? Is it... When you finish the recording of this program, you won't be here again." Will it not appear in the public eye?"

Just as Hilda was about to give an affirmative answer, she met pairs of expectant eyes.

This feeling is very strange, as if suddenly she has shouldered something that she never thought of, and has the ability to influence other people's emotions.

She blinked and hesitated: "...should?"

A pair of eyes dimmed suddenly.

"...but not necessarily," she redeemed in time, "although I don't want to participate in the show anymore, but...doesn't there be Internet?"

"Are you going to be a self-media?!" Someone responded quickly, "Youtube? Or an ins blogger? Wow! Are you going to transform?"

Hilda: "..."

She decisively turned to the somewhat dazed Nightcrawler, with a firm voice, and grabbed his hand: "Let's go now, I feel that my cat misses me very much."

"Okay, okay!" Nightcrawler hurriedly replied, his whole body was stiff, even his tail stood up straight, he activated his ability, Hilda felt a huge suction and dizziness, when she recovered again, she I found myself in a narrow alley.

"I can't go to crowded places." Nightcrawler, who was still holding her hand and didn't dare to move at all, said, "Not far outside is the pet shop you're going to—I, I'll..."

"Just wait for me here first. I'll pick up the cat, and then I'll meet you here, and you can take me to Gotham." Hilda patted Nightcrawler on the shoulder, very satisfied with him, She even wanted to dig the opponent to her side and become her subordinate. This teleportation skill is really convenient, and because it is a natural ability, Nightcrawler's teleportation is not as big as the movement of the mother box.

The other party nodded obediently, obviously his image was close to that of a devil, but Nightcrawler's ecology at the moment was more like an earnest little pitiful.

Hilda nodded to him, and walked out of the alley quickly. She looked around and quickly remembered the location of the pet store. Door.

She greeted the shopkeeper and went with her to pick up the little black cat. Bat was lying in the cage and wagging his tail lazily. When he saw Hilda, he raised his neck suddenly, then lay back on his stomach again in the next second, and even closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to see Hilda. Da's appearance.

"Bat?" Hilda called to it.

Just as the black cat's tail was raised, it was pressed down again.It shook its ears, pretending not to hear.

"He might be angry." The shopkeeper said with a smile in his tone, "After all, you have been separated for many days."

Hilda touched her nose, and she squatted down, ignoring the corner of the windbreaker hanging on the ground: "Okay, Bat, am I back?"

She opened the door, stretched out her hand, and signaled it to come out: "Don't you miss me? Baby?"

The black cat half-opened its eyes, it seemed to be still hesitating, its tail couldn't help shaking, one person and one cat looked at each other for a while, then the cat stood up reluctantly, stretched unhurriedly, and secretly rubbed to show After checking his posture, he put his furry front paws on Hilda's hand as if condescending.

The shopkeeper laughed secretly from behind, apparently feeling that this scene was very loving.

The two humans present were in a good mood, only Bat didn't look happy at all, as if he had suffered a big loss, his demeanor at the moment really resembled Batman.Hilda held it in her arms with great interest.

"Put it in the pet bag?" asked the owner, unsure of Hilda's itinerary.

Hilda paused, she wasn't sure if the cat would be afraid of teleportation: "...No need."

Bat yawned, Hilda paid for it with it in her arms, and walked out slowly. However, just as the shopkeeper opened the glass door for her, a burst of flashing lights made people unable to keep their eyes open.

——Hilda didn't have a deep understanding of the topic of her body, so she didn't cover up her body at all and acted in the city center. As expected, she was caught by the nearby reporters.

However, perhaps because of their hesitation about her status as a mutant, the attitude of the reporters was relatively restrained. Although some people still struggled to turn the microphone on her, no one dared to get too close directly. Erda left a small circle of space.

"Hilda, are you coming to New York City today to record for Voice?"

"..." Hilda felt uncomfortable being forced to go into business, but the next second she remembered the expectant expressions of the teenagers in the college, so she hesitated for a second and gave up the idea of ​​rushing out. idea.

The little black cat was clutching her clothes tightly, and seemed very nervous. She touched the cat's head and scratched its chin skillfully. Bat subconsciously narrowed his eyes and relaxed a little. Hilda raised his head indifferently. Answered: "Yes."

"Some people think that you cheated all the way through Voice by virtue of your mutant ability. Do you have any response to this matter?" A reporter asked loudly.

Hilda raised her eyebrows, a little impatiently: "Didn't I answer this question before? I also demonstrated my mutant ability, and my ability has nothing to do with music..."

"They think your ability is to copy...or imitate. Netizens think that you can perfectly reproduce the tune of every song, and many people think this is also cheating."

Hilda rolled her eyes at everyone.

"Do you have any response to this statement?" The reporter insisted.

"I'm speechless," Hilda said frankly, "Is replicating a mutant ability? Many musical geniuses in history can easily do this. Are they all mutants? It's very interesting. I don't know where it is." This netizen is so creative, I think you can continue to use your imagination, anyway, as long as you can’t do things, you can push them to the mutant ability! Einstein, Einstein, there is no such obvious mutant Discovery? That's weird, how can ordinary people have such a high IQ? I seem to remember that a scientist dissected his brain but didn't find anything different about him? I think it's because of the wrong direction. Next time you can Try to check whether he has mutant genes, maybe you will find something new."

Her tone was so firm that the reporters went into an uproar: "You mean, Einstein is one of your mutants?"

"I didn't say that," Hilda shrugged, "I was just talking nonsense, and I haven't studied Einstein's genes, how do I know if he is? You can try it, anyway, according to this Logically, Hawking should not be able to run anymore, he is a mutant, he must be sitting in a wheelchair because he is too powerful—isn’t Professor X like this?”