greek gods in new york

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My birthday is at the beginning of summer vacation.

After the final exams, I was 16 years old.

But I didn't expect that the 16-year-old high school holiday would be so...full.

There is no romantic story that Meryl and I imagined, no fancy parties in movies and TV dramas, and even the usual repertoire: games, movies, and long-distance running.

Instead, it's a training camp.

We got the report card at the end of the semester—by the way, under the premise of Meryl's head study, I did well in the exam, and Hermes, who disappeared on the back foot, returned without warning. A youth recreation center rented a meeting room for us to prepare various parts of the National Encyclopedia Competition for Middle School Students.

The competition requires six people to participate, and everyone is quite active except Rocky.

However, on the eve of the end of the summer vacation after we had checked the question bank three times, something went wrong.

Among the six of us, Luis, the third-grade player with the highest rate of correct questions in the written test, encountered a serious car accident on the way to accompany his mother to visit his grandmother.

Fortunately, he and his mother survived the catastrophe. Unfortunately, Louis suffered a comminuted fracture of his left leg.

It took more than a month to stay in the hospital and recuperate, not to mention the slow recovery.

In any case, it is impossible for him to continue participating in the quiz.

After Loki and I knew the news, we had to go to the bridge hole again to find Hermes who played dice games below.

The hooligan version of Hermes is always a worn sweater and trousers, plus a pair of second-hand sneakers.With this appearance, even if he appeared directly in front of Changjie Middle School, it would be difficult for anyone to associate him with Mr. Johnson, a well-dressed business tycoon who always wears high-end suits.

"This... is really difficult."

Hermes rolled the dice with one hand and the other, and frowned: "The encyclopedia competition must be participated in a team, and it will not work without one person."

Me: "Find a substitute?"

Hermes: "It's so simple. Everyone has read the question bank three times, and finding a substitute at random may delay the average score... The main reason is that there is a dawdling Loki in the team who is slowing down."

Loki: "Huh?"

Loki, who was named, tilted his head.

It's a pity that Hermes understands Loki's nature better than me, and it doesn't help to use Aragorn's face to be cute.Also the god of deception, Hermes glanced at him disdainfully: "I keep saying that I want to help, but I haven't seen you go to the training camp a few times. Nicole is only 16 years old, and she can learn more than you, Keina Mr. S."

Even if Rocky has a little bit of team spirit, he will not behave so confidently.

"I'm not being lazy," he retorted, "You think that 'that thing' hasn't come to look for trouble in the past two months, is it because the Outer God is also on summer vacation?"

"Yes, yes, there is no basis for what you say, you can refuse it however you want."

"You two give me a break!" I interrupted the dispute between the two of them.

The king of talking guns from the Greek gods and the king of talking guns from the Viking gods got together, and neither of them gave in. My brain hurts from the quarrel.

Can you catch the key points!

I have worked so hard to prepare for so long, but the team's strength has been greatly reduced due to absence. I am not reconciled.

If I'm a top student, I don't need to exaggerate too much, Meryl's type is fine--maybe I will work hard on this, and improve my correct rate to make up for the accident.

But I am not!

My mind is full of thoughts: I am good enough, if I find someone who is better, it will be a waste of my efforts.

"It's important," I was worried, "Is there really nothing I can do?"

Loki and Hermes shut up at the same time.

The two old gods of "Bumping People" looked at each other, and then Loki curled his lips: "This is the first time I see Nicole getting angry."

Hermes: "That's not true. She usually feels like the sky is falling, and she can accept it silently while complaining."

Rocky: "Sure enough, the children of the poor are already in charge of the family."

Me: "Enough is enough!"

Hermes was the first to smile.

"Don't worry, don't worry," he threw the dice on the booth, and stood up nimbly, "How could it be possible for my niece to waste her efforts. Isn't it just to find a substitute, there is no contact that Hermes can't get , there is no trouble that I, Hermes, can't solve!"

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and ran outside the bridge hole to make a call.

I sighed faintly.

"You care so much?"

Loki said with interest: "Don't worry, Nicole. I haven't said it all, you are responsible for the hard work, and we will take care of all other factors—"

"you shut up."

I rolled my eyes unceremoniously: "Those who are absent from the training camp are not qualified to say this!"

I just don't know how Hermes plans to solve this matter.

The encyclopedia knowledge competition is registered by school, which means that a team of six people must belong to the same school.

Even if he can find a high school student like me, who is not from Changjie Middle School, he will not be able to join the team.

I'm worried here, but Hermes over there has made several phone calls over and over again.

After 10 minutes, I heard outside the bridge hole, the Greek god of deception suddenly raised his voice: "Really? That's great! Let's do it this way. I'll ask the details later, and we can discuss it afterwards." discuss!"

Then he hung up the phone and came back with light steps, beaming.

"It's done!" Hermes sat down.

Even Loki was stunned: "So fast?!"

Hermes: "Don't worry, Nicole, I've found a backup who can keep up."

me?"

Hermes put the phone back into the pocket of the sweater.

"I thought about it for a while. It was too late to find ordinary high school students. I could only find them from the gods I knew. Then I called Hephaestus. You said it was a coincidence—he was worried about Pandora. What about finding a new school! Let Pandora transfer to Changjie Middle School directly, she has a very good brain, and now she pulls in the car and can quickly catch up with the progress."

"Pandora?!"

I didn't even think that Hermes could get Pandora as a substitute with a single phone call!

Pandora in Greek mythology is a humanoid killer created by Zeus in order to avenge Prometheus for stealing fire from heaven to mankind.

Legend has it that she accepted the blessings of the gods, carried the magic box bestowed by Zeus, and brought endless disasters to the world.

"No, wait," I couldn't keep up with my train of thought, "Why does Pandora still go to school?"

"You...have you two never been in touch?"

Hermes was more confused than me: "Hephaestus is your father's few brothers."

I:"……"

It's not that you don't open which pot you don't lift.

In the myth, my dad still loves his own brother.

But Hermes doesn't care if I answer or not.

"Because Pandora is a legal lolita," he said nonchalantly, "we didn't have a minor protection law back then, and Zeus asked Hephaestus to create a woman, so he made a beautiful girl out of clay. You know , the old gods are immortal, and Pandora is a clay figurine, and she will never grow up."

Speaking of which, Hermes picked up his precious dice again.

"Now Hephaestus is the nominal guardian of Pandora. In the 21st century, any country is a society ruled by law. If she doesn't go to school, Hephaestus will have to sit in the trap."

"..."

"Because of this, Pandora has been to several high schools, and she is very unhappy," Hermes said as he became amused, "Don't mention it, plus she has a disaster physique, so it's a lot to Hermes. Phaistos is making trouble. The father and daughter have been in the Midwest, and now high schools in those states are not accepting her, so they just came to New York."

Whoa.

It sounds like a bloody girl.

Moreover, she is Pandora!

In mythology, Pandora was shaped by Hephaestus, given the power to seduce men by Aphrodite, dressed by Athena, and taught her language by Hermes himself.

What Marysu, what Xiaoyan heroine, compared to Pandora, they are all weak.

In comparison, I, the "daughter of Ares", seem so insignificant.

I couldn't help but start to daze: If Pandora really transfers to another school, I'll welcome it. Don't tell me it's a script where a fake heroine turns into a villainous heroine vs a real heartthrob heroine, right?

Or the other way around, the ordinary little white flower heroine vs the glamorous and vicious female supporting role.

I don't want either option!

However, before I opened my mouth to ask if I could have another substitute, Hermes had already settled the matter on his own initiative.

"That's it," he said confidently, "I sent a message to Pandora, and she said yes, New York is always more fun than the Midwest. She will come over next week, and you can meet first."

Ah, the ordinary Mary Sue and the real Mary Sue are meeting so soon.

I swear in the bottom of my heart.

A real Mary Sue should have colorful hair and gorgeous clothes, the kind that would attract passers-by to watch just by walking on the street.

Wonder what the legendary Pandora will be like?

…………

……

Six days later, the Youth Civic Center.

I admit, I did have my own vision of Pandora, the real Mary Sue.

But I never thought that I would be right.

"Maggie, Maggie Gaspar."

Hermes introduced with winking eyebrows: "That's Pandora. In the new semester, she will be transferred to Changjie Middle School. From today, she will replace Louis and join our competition team."

She does have colorful hair and gorgeous outfits—literally, I mean.

The girl standing in front of me had long hair dyed an extremely exaggerated rainbow color, her big smoky red lips completely covered her original face, and her black-themed clothes were covered with various decorations.

She even has piercings!

Three or four earrings were hit on the left ear, meeting my shocked gaze, Pandora, whose alias was Maggie, turned her head nonchalantly: "Are you Nicole? That daughter of Ares?"

As soon as he spoke, the nail on his tongue was also exposed.

I:"……"

Okay, I know.

Look at the peers around me: dead houses, Danes, and now a colorful killer.

My future is not a competition between real and fake Mary Sues, but a collection of freaks.

I rubbed my forehead: "Well, Maggie, do you know Dionysus?"

Although I don't know much about rock and roll, I somehow feel that Pandora and Dionysus must have a common language.