Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

In the evening, Avengers Building, psychological counseling room.

Tony Stark slumped comfortably in the recliner, enjoying the massage treatment that Cynthia gave him as a gift.

If you look closely, you can see not only Cynthia's slender fingers interspersed between his short brown and fluffy hair, but also faint, firefly-like silvery white spots floating.

"You know you can't fool me, Tony?" Cynthia asked from behind him, controlling the slow flow of her powers, sorting out his exhausted mental state after overuse.

Tony murmured a vague "huh".

"What did I lie to you?" He didn't turn his head, but tried to open his big innocent eyes, aiming upwards at her, trying to convey to her the message "Tony Stark will not lie".

Cynthia looked at him, lowered her head, and smiled unmoved: "Lie to me about 'you didn't stay up until the wee hours of the morning for three consecutive days and drink coffee to last your life'?"

Tony was silent for a while, took a deep breath, and was about to refute her with raised eyebrows, but was blocked by her words again.

"I just saw your mental state. Guess it tells me that you have a few days before your sudden death?" Cynthia looked down at him, smiling amiably and tenderly.

Tony: "..."

He snorted, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Is this considered cheating? It's not fair, it's definitely cheating."

"That's right, this is cheating." Cynthia followed suit, "I used cheating to bring you back from the brink of overwork and fat and sudden death from staying up late."

Tony glanced at his gradually showing belly: "..."

Cynthia laughed a few times before shaking her head and letting him go for now.

"So, how are you feeling now?" she asked. "Is there any discomfort? Is the memory skewed?"

"No," Tony said, "everything is fine, I even suspect you didn't do anything to me - except for the massage, of course."

Cynthia nodded.

"It should be like this." She smiled, "You know, you are the last member of all superheroes to implant this subconscious file, and no matter what mistakes you make, it won't be your fault—not to mention that I have never really missed."

Tony rolled his eyes in displeasure.

"Come on, Cynthia. How could I have allowed that black bat's plot to enter my head if you hadn't tried so hard to persuade me? I mean, his PnB has always been known to be anti-human, and few people know this better than me It's clearer, trust me," he said, folding his arms.

Cynthia smiled.

"That's why he and I fought to share this project and plant it in the subconscious of all the superheroes we're writing, Tony." This is the safest way I can think of that a real, real object can bear such an important secret."

That's right, after spending a good night, Cynthia stayed in the Wayne Manor for another whole day, discussing with Bruce how to preserve this containment plan that is related to the survival of all mankind.The firewall of the Batcomputer has been cracked by Iron Man several times, and it may not be hacked again; the watchtower is too targeted, let alone the Hall of Justice; it seems inappropriate to hand it over to Jarvis (for Batman In the end, the two decided to use Cynthia's mind control ability to directly implant the "Babel Tower Project" with its steps and conditions into the subconscious minds of the superheroes.Normally, they cannot know the contents of it, and only when the disaster really happens, will they remember this document, and then they can use it to contain other traitorous superheroes.

In order to be on the safe side, under Bruce's strong request, Cynthia had no choice but to test the specific operation in his mind first. Although she was covered in cold sweat after the completion, fortunately, there was no mistake in the end.

As soon as the plan was finalized and everyone agreed, Cynthia immediately started to act.A week later, the Justice League has been fully implanted, and now, the last person in the Avengers - or the last person on the execution list - has finally been taken care of by her.

"'Important Secret'?" Tony grumbled. "You mean 'terrible conspiracy'?"

"Tony." Cynthia glanced at him helplessly, "You know he didn't want to tell you, right? This is the best ending."

"Yeah, yeah." Tony rolled his eyes. "I know, you got him. Seriously, do you have to be with a control freak?"

Cynthia was taken aback: "What?"

"Oh my God." Tony turned his chair around and turned around, his big caramel eyes widening, "You don't think we didn't see it, did you? You're together, you and that old bat."

Cynthia: "..."

Cynthia asked with difficulty: "You...why do you think so?"

Tony raised his eyebrows slowly, slowly: "Seriously? Do you really think we don't know? The twisted and weird atmosphere between you and him can be felt even by Hulk passing by, okay?"

After a pause, under Cynthia's indescribable eyes, he said again: "But... I hope you can go back on your word. I mean, compared to that neurotic old bat, even Bruce Wayne the Fool It doesn't seem so obnoxious."

Cynthia: "..."

Tony: "What? Do you want to think about it and try to regret it?"

Cynthia smiled at him with a complicated expression: "...you can wait and see."

She said "wait and see" at the time, which meant "you may see the scandal between me and the 'fool' Wayne in your mouth many times later, and there is a high probability that you suspect that I have cheated."However, it turns out that reality is always more unexpected than imagination.

A few months later, the award ceremony of the world's most authoritative drama award - the "Tony Awards" was held as scheduled.

As expected, the musical "Wonder Woman" won the Tony Awards for Best Musical, Best Actress in a Musical, Best Supporting Actor in a Musical, Best Arrangement, and Best Music Drama Director Award.

Among all the important awards, "Wonder Woman" can almost be said to be a slam, except for the best actor in a musical.

On the stage, Cynthia was wearing a Greek-style dress, with pure white and soft gauze fabric lingering around her like flowing clouds, revealing a slender neck and graceful and neat shoulder lines, and the golden flake waist and neck decorations resembled a cloud. Petal-like sparkles complemented her silky curls.

When she walked from the stage with Chris on her arm, her steps were powerful and elegant, and her skirt billowed, like a laurel goddess descending from the mountain of gods.

The audience couldn't help being stunned. In the boundless flashlight, Cynthia held a microphone to give her acceptance speech, and they were immersed in the heart-warming voice of the Moon Goddess again. Even what she said could not be clearly remembered. .

"...So, I'm not surprised that he didn't win the best actor." Cynthia winked playfully on stage, "After all, he really doesn't sing very well."

The audience was brought back to their senses by this sentence and laughed involuntarily.

"Yes." Chris on the side continued, "From the day I finalized the cast list, I never expected this musical to win the Best Actor Award. I am very self-aware."

"You just want to be a part of it, I know that," Cynthia said.

"Oh, maybe..." Chris winked at her. "I just want that kiss from you?"

Cynthia: "Please, Chris—"

Chris immediately begged for mercy: "Forgive me, Goddess, because I didn't get the award."

Everyone laughed.Cynthia held up the trophy in her hand: "Oh, indeed. But look what we have here? 'Best Musical', 'Best Arrangement', 'Best Musical Director' - it's all yours award, Chris."

There was a deafening cheer at the ceremony.

"You know they belong to everyone involved, Cynthia," Chris said, "especially you."

After a pause, he showed an unclear smile, and said, "Speaking of which, do you know that someone has prepared a surprise for you?"

Cynthia was taken aback.

This was not in the event plan, she couldn't help opening her eyes wide and asked, "Surprise? What..."

With a "snap", the lights at the ceremony site suddenly dimmed.

There was a small exclamation from the audience, and everyone looked around in a daze, not knowing what was going on.

However, in the next second, the sound of music slowly sounded.

Everyone looked towards the band area on the field, where a beam of light shone down and scattered among the hair of a group of children.

It was a group of children in white clothes and skirts, lined up neatly on the chorus, humming softly with the soft accompaniment of the band.

"Here'stotheohatwegot

Cheerstothewishyouwereherebutyou'renot

Causethedrinksbringbackallthememories

Ofeverything we've been through"

Cynthia stared blankly at the group of children, and was surprised to find that their faces seemed familiar.

And the audience in the audience, after the initial surprise, were overjoyed and clapped and cheered.

"Toasttotheonesheretoday (respect everyone here today)

Toasttotheohatwelostontheway

Causethedrinksbringbackallthememories

Andthememoriesbringback (Andthememoriesbringback)

Memories bring back you"

The voices of the children are agile and light, and when they sing together, they have the pure power to wash people's hearts.

"It's a child in the Gotham orphanage." Cynthia said with wide eyes.

This group of children has good musical literacy, and she still remembers that when she was just reborn, they once sang a song "Never Let Me Go" for her on TV.

But the question is, who invited them to sing together at the Tony Awards ceremony today?

Also, what was the "surprise for her" that Chris was talking about?

At this moment, there was an exclamation from the auditorium next to the gate.

"—My God, here comes Bruce Wayne!"