Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

The persecution of Green Lantern is usually something that every member of the Justice League is happy to watch.

But unfortunately, the joy that Cynthia brought to them today ended with the sudden intrusion of Cyborg.

"I came as soon as I heard the news!"

Cyborg, aka Victor Stone, a half-body mechanical cyborg, rushed into the hall in a hurry.

"Where's Cynthia?? Where's Luna??? I have to... oh."

He saw Green Lantern in flowery shorts at a glance.

"Um…………"

He slammed on the brakes, stopped the injector under his feet, looked at Hal as he landed, and struggled to find a suitable expression: "Hal... I have to say, your look today... is very..."

"To shut up!"

Hal blushed angrily, then turned his head uncontrollably again, and shouted angrily at Cynthia behind him: "What did you do to me!!!"

Cyborg followed his line of sight to Cynthia.

"Oh! Ms. Cynthia!" He yelled immediately, and flew over, "Give me an autograph!!"

Howl stared at him in disbelief and exasperation.

Over there, Cynthia smiled gently and signed on the screen of Cyborg's electronic arm.

"Booyah!" Cyborg clenched his fist excitedly.

He flew around Cynthia, and as if thinking of something suddenly, he leaned in front of her.

"By the way!" he said, "You must have a bad signal here, right? I can let you connect to wifi!"

It is true that the signal is not good, so that Cynthia, who can't even receive a message, shines in front of her eyes.

"Really?" she asked, "There is still wifi here? How do you connect?"

"Connect me." Cyborg said with a smile.

Cynthia: "...?"

Cynthia: "Sorry, did I get it wrong? You just seemed to say..."

Cyborg shook his head.

"No." He still said happily, as if what he just said was completely correct, "You can connect to me and use it as a wifi. ——id name is cybthebest. It is definitely the most perfect wifi in the world, thank you .”

Cynthia: "..."

Cynthia froze unacceptably for a moment, and unknowingly relaxed the mental sanction on Hal.

Hal broke free all of a sudden, and leaned against the foot of the table dizzily to regain his composure.

And the steel bone is still there strongly recommending that Cynthia make good use of his body.

Batman: "Cyborg."

Steel Bone shut his mouth in reflex, and stood at attention with a "snap".

Batman's disapproving gaze: "I remember I told you that the purpose of inviting you to join the Justice League is not to make the watchtower have an extra router with a long mouth, but a deeper reason."

The cold and gloomy gaze in his eyes stared at the steel frame through the black lacquered mask. For a moment, the automatic thermostat of the watchtower couldn't help but raise the indoor temperature by a few degrees.

Cyborg: "...Yes! Got it! Sorry, Bat!"

He couldn't help shivering.

The members of Zhenglian—except for Green Lantern, who couldn't open his eyes for a while—were all sweating, turning their heads to do things that had nothing to do with them, pretending that nothing happened.

Cynthia turned her head and looked at them, as if she thought this "bat reaction" was interesting, she couldn't help but smile.

Batman glanced at her.

Then he turned his head and said calmly: "Also, it's not that I haven't installed wifi in the watchtower."

Everyone: "...?!"

Everyone stared at him as if they had seen a ghost, and then turned to look at Cynthia.

"what."

Cynthia changed her standing position uncomfortably.

"I'm now... I don't need to connect to wifi yet. Thanks."

Batman paused imperceptibly, and then said with a normal expression: "It's up to you."

Superman and Wonder Woman looked at each other.

"Cynthia." Superman flew in front of her, "Do you know what you are here today?"

Cynthia froze for a moment.

"I'm not sure," she said, "Batman asked me to come here after the Hall of Justice was built."

He paused, blinked again, and said, "But I have a guess."

Superman laughed.

"Your guesses are always accurate." He said gently, with a hint of naughtiness in his blue eyes.

Steel Bone faced the two of them, looked left and right, and scratched his steel skull.

"Hey, what kind of charades are you playing?" He looked at his leader curiously, and asked excitedly as if he suddenly thought of something, "Is Cynthia joining us?? Isn't it! God, meringue, tell me !!"

Superman shook his head amusedly: "Relax, Cyborg. Cynthia hasn't promised us yet."

A sound similar to that of a screaming chicken came from Cyborg's throat.

"My God! Cynthia! Please! Be sure to join us! Our Justice League is so warm and fun! Oh, and it's still strong!" He folded his hands in prayer, blinking his eyes with bionic red eyes. To Cynthia.

Cynthia smiled and touched her nose: "Well...but I'm already a psychiatrist for the Avengers."

Cyborg: "The Avengers??"

Hal who came back to his senses: "Psychiatrist???"

Hal finally used his lantern ring to change back to the uniform of Green Lantern. At this time, he got up from the ground and looked at Superman with wide eyes in disbelief: "Are you serious? Superman? You let her be us The psychiatrist??"

Superman tilted his head.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with her being our psychiatrist." He said mildly.

Hal: "???"

Hal looked down at the uniform he had just put on: "Are you serious? Superman? Have you lost your memory?"

Wonder Woman said coolly from the side: "I also think that Cynthia is a very gentle person."

Hal:?

Steel Bones: "God, I'm going to work with Moonlight Goddess? I can't believe it's real!"

Hal:? ?

The Flash held back a smile and said, "Me too... well, I'm glad she's joining us, too."

Hal:? ? ?

Howl looked at his buddy accusingly.

The Flash looked at his bristling brown hair, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and flashed to him and patted his shoulder.

"Okay, genius." He winked at Hal, "You have to admit, Cynthia is a very capable person. With her around, our alliance will be stronger."

Hal snorted.

Cynthia looked at them with a smile on the side: "I haven't said that I want to join you?"

The Flash winked at her pitifully, "Please—"

Cyborg: "Please——"

Superman followed suit: "Please—"

Cynthia finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Okay, okay," she said, "but I don't know if the Avengers will agree, I have to discuss it with Steve and the others."

"It's no use."

Batman spoke in a low voice.

"I have notified Stark."

Cynthia: "..."

Cynthia asked: "The notification you said... what kind of notification?"

"Don't worry about it," Batman said. "Anyway, he already knows."

Cynthia crossed her arms.

"And then? And he told you they agreed?"

"It's no use if he disagrees," Batman said darkly.

Cynthia sighed helplessly: "Bu... b——"

"I think this matter should be discussed with the Avengers." Superman walked over and patted Batman on the shoulder, "After all, this is not about Cynthia alone, b."

Batman scowled, not too pleased.

"Yeah, just listen to your chairman, b." Cynthia gloated. "I'm going to call Steve right now... oh."

She was stunned.

On the phone in the palm of his hand, the signal grid in the upper right corner is clearly marked with a cross.

Cynthia: "...um—"

Batman raised an eyebrow.

"Give me the phone." He said, and the familiar black Kevlar glove was firmly stretched out in front of Cynthia.

Tens of seconds later, Cynthia's mobile phone was successfully connected to wifi - the kind that couldn't walk or talk.

Once connected, before Batman returned it to her, Cynthia saw a call request pop up on the screen.

[Caller: Chris Ross]

It is the famous musical and film director, Chris Ross, who has been cooperating with Cynthia since she participated in "The Legend of Apollo" at the age of 14."Scarborough Fair", which helped her win the Oscar, was also written by him.

After Cynthia was reborn, she hadn't contacted him, but now she suddenly called.

She poked her head in surprise: "Ah."

Batman turned his face and asked her in a low voice, "The director?"

His deep voice rang directly in Cynthia's ears.

"Yes." Cynthia said, tilting her head calmly, "Sorry, I'll answer the phone first."

She took the phone from Batman's hand, clicked on it while walking, and put it next to her ear: "Hello, Chris?"

Chris greeted her with a smile on the other end: "Cynthia, it's been a long time since I heard your voice."

"Aren't I?" Cynthia smiled, "I haven't contacted you before, why do you suddenly think of me today?"

Chris suppressed his smile.

"I've been writing musicals lately," he said, "since you suddenly appeared on TV that day."

Cynthia froze for a moment.

"...Isn't it written after me?" She asked, "What good idea did you think of from me again?"

"It was your demeanor and tone at that time, that feeling, I have never seen it on you before." Chris said, a little intoxicated, "I have always wanted to write a story, with music and dance , That will be an innovative move. I have never been exposed to the material involved in that story before, and I am not interested, but during the Battle of New York, I encountered an incident that made me have that idea in my heart.

"But I can't find inspiration. Since you died, I haven't found inspiration for a long time-this is one of the reasons why I want to change to a subject that I have never touched before. Unexpectedly, even if I change the subject, I The inspiration is still from you.”

Cynthia smiled and touched her ears.

"Okay. Stop being glib." She said, "You might as well just tell me, what is the script this time? I'm a little curious about what you said."

"Oh, coincidentally," Chris said, "it's also something you've been working on lately—not the one in my script, but one of those."

Cynthia's heartbeat suddenly beat faster for some reason.

She couldn't help but stopped when she was about to walk out of the hall door, confused by her premonition, and asked: "What is it? What is your script called?"

"Wonder Woman," Chris said.