[Comprehensive British and American] When station B dominates superheroes

Xavier College.

Underground experiment site.

The three people who had uninstalled the "bilibili" app from their phones had no idea what this thing had pushed during this period.

Adhering to the spirit of making up for mistakes, Sylvia, who was subconsciously exposed by Hank, was as obedient as a chick just hatched under the eyes of the professor, and she could do whatever the other party asked her to do.

After a variety of experiments, the huge experimental table was filled with all kinds of things that had been Two-dimensionalized.

Hank's previous pair of glasses - that goes without saying.

A puddle of water poured from a full fish tank—but the fish was still flopping on the water level, and when they realized that there was no living space for breathing, they jumped wildly in panic, and the gills of the fish were caught by Hank In another tank of new water.

A piece of blueberry cheesecake robbed from the mouth of Iceman Bob in the kitchen - even after being Two-dimensionalized, it can still be easily broken apart, and no one wants to try it.

A can of portable oxygen for alpine climbing—since the iron can cannot be opened after being Two-dimensionalized, no one knows what happened to the gas inside.

Other than that, Sylvia herself can't remember clearly,

All she knew was that she was concentrating again and again, as if something invisible in her body was pulled out—like the blood that had been stagnant for a long time suddenly began to surge, causing bursts of numbness in the blood vessels, and the power was guided to the fingertips , and then transmitted to those substances, but she also withdraws some things from those substances at the same time...

The two phases made up for it, and the girl was not directly tired and paralyzed under the experimental table.

After she felt that she had run several 800 meters with her soul, Charles, who had been paying attention to her physical and mental state, called a stop and combed her with spiritual power.

Sylvia: Well...it seems to be stroking a cat!

Sylvia: Exploding happiness ヽ(.>д<)p.

#男神=Blue Medicine! #

#Holy Father’s blessing fills me with strength#

#Sure enough, the highest standard of washing your hair in the morning will bring you good luck#

Holy Father: "..."

……

Hank next to him poked his head out from the middle of the instrument, watched the interaction and began to hold back his laughter.

To be reasonable, in terms of behavior alone, Sylvia can be said to be the most well-behaved student he has ever seen, except Qin, but this "one of the most well-behaved" can actually make the professor Headache.

#Every time I see the expression of the professor, I can eat an extra bowl of rice#

Hank, who was thinking like this with a smile, suddenly met the eyes of Charles who turned around with a smile.

Hank: "..."

He must have been spoiled by Sylvia's video, really.

Hank: "Hey, the data is basically out."

The girl with black wheat ears and curly hair was shocked and looked over intently.

Charles' wheelchair turned in this direction.

"As far as the current sample is concerned, the molecular or atomic structure of all objects is the original composition, and the chemical properties have not changed."

Hank pointed to the transparent container hanging in mid-air like a giant hanging bottle. A piece of two-dimensional blueberry cheesecake floated in the transparent viscous liquid and scattered into fine blue-purple crumbs.

"According to this preliminary theory, that blueberry cheesecake should be edible and digestible - but strangely, I just put part of the cake in the acidic digestive environment of this simulated stomach, the perfect simulation of human digestion They can't be broken down at all."

Leaving this huge "stomach bag", Hank clicked again, and opened another crystal blue virtual light screen, some red dots moved on the light screen.

"In terms of physical properties, the liquid still maintains its original vaporization characteristics, but according to isotope tracking monitoring, after Thea's ability is activated, the water molecules spilled into the air will no longer collide with the inherent water molecules in the air, and they will remain forever. They're all passing by."

The researcher in the white coat pushed his glasses excitedly: "In terms of molecular motion speed and collision frequency, this phenomenon is absolutely unscientific."

"Preliminary conclusion, Thea's ability has not changed the nature of the substance itself, and the ionic bonds, covalent bonds, and metal bonds maintain their original characteristics."

"But her power refines the smallest unit of matter from the microscopic level, the intermolecular force is affected by an unknown magnetic field, and the spatial dimension is extremely compressed..."

"balabala..."

"It ended up having this consequence."

After finishing speaking, Hank gave himself a thumbs up.

"Does that make sense to you?"

I heard that the level of high school physics in China is not low, and he has tried his best to explain the principles with basic physics!

It must have been great just now.

……

Sylvia: "...The part before the extreme compression of the space dimension is understandable."

But the content after that is as indescribable as Rhett's science popularization. Do scientists let themselves go halfway through the talk?The second half is completely in the category of metaphysics!

As a Buddhist nerd, she is really not suitable for this kind of esoteric space theory. Fortunately, she didn't choose this as a major in college.

She couldn't help but asked a more concerned point: "Will it affect my ability to practice if I don't understand?"

Perhaps because the voice of this sentence was a bit low, Hank, who was recording the new data with his back to her, did not reply.

"We have to understand a scientist's research enthusiasm."

Charles shook his head with a smile, and held out his hand to Sylvia.

"But let's stop here tonight. We'll talk about the practice tomorrow. Overdrawing your ability is not conducive to training."

A trace of hesitation flashed in the girl's amber eyes: "But I..." But I didn't feel overdrawn.

But Charles' next sentence has already been asked: "Are you staying at the academy tonight or do you want to go back?"

"Ah, let's go back." Sylvia swallowed her unfinished words silently and replied.

Although she likes X Academy, she didn't bring a change of clothes, and she is not familiar with the people of X Academy.

Blue-eyed Professor: "Then..."

In the open space not far from them, a space interface with purple light on the edge suddenly opened out of thin air, magnificent and mysterious.

The glamorous girl in a tight black leather jacket with long triangle-shaped tattoos on the upper and lower eyelids and between her brows—"Shining"—stepped in from the other side of the space.

What appears to be the spatial background of the Ladies' dormitory of Academy X closes behind her.

"Good evening, Professor."

"Hello, Blink. This is your new classmate Sylvia. She lives near the city in West Chester. It's too late now, so please send her back with her car."

Sylvia was attracted by the scene just now. After the other party greeted her inexperiencedly, she thanked the girl in amazement at the familiar face.

#Close to see the skin is really good facial features really good QwQ#

……

The magnificent red-purple edges quickly closed, and the open space returned to its original metallic color.

After the two girls stepped into the new space interface and left, Hank and Charles, who had been "burying their heads in recording data", met their eyes.

"Professor." Hank was a little worried, "Her talent..."

It wasn't that he didn't hear Sylvia's question just now, but Charles told him not to continue this topic in his mind.

Charles rubbed his forehead, pointed to the two-dimensionalized portable oxygen cylinder, and wanted to confirm again:

"How about the external pressure test results of the internal gas?"

Hank swept his two fingers together in the void, and a new line chart data covered the original water molecule movement pattern.

"This is the original pressure data."

Another swipe of the finger.

"This is the current internal data."

The two line charts overlapped, and they were almost the same.

"Oxygen is not compressed by the Two-dimensionalized steel tank, but the gas itself is also metamorphosed."

Hank couldn't help but smack his lips.

"If she hadn't realized that air is also a substance that can be regarded as an object alone..."

To put it mildly, she doesn't actually need direct contact with her fingers to perform "Two-dimensionalization", and the air can also be the conductor of her ability.

On a larger scale, it seems that the earth is full of iron elements that Magneto can control, and the atmosphere is also full of gas molecules.

Charles only said one thing about this. He is sitting in a wheelchair and needs to look up when he looks at people. The intercepted Hank was convinced by the power.

"She's a good girl."

The researcher's handsome face also put on a smile, and nodded: "Yes."

Charles: "And..."

Hank: "And?"

"The source of her power may be a surprise."

The cornflower blue eyes looked in the direction of New York, as if they were looking somewhere through the masonry walls of Xavier's mansion, as well as the layers of woods and tall buildings.

It was dark and a good summer night.

……

West Chester.

The second-floor lounge of the castle-style mansion.

Sylvia, who had finished her bath, was wearing a court-style cotton and linen nightdress with long sleeves and long skirts, and she was stuck in a pile of pillows on the long velvet recliner and rolled around.

The royal blue embroidered pillow has long tassels hanging from the four corners of the edge, half hanging on the girl's pajamas, and half hanging close to the ground.

The curly hair was rubbed left and right by her.

After staring blankly for a while, Sylvia felt that she had forgotten something. After thinking for a long time, she finally thought of...

I haven't read the private message background for nearly two days_(:зゝ∠)_

I always feel that I will be overwhelmed by the smaller squad.

Since it was determined that station b was the only link to her previous world, Sylvia avoided opening it as much as possible until she found Professor X.

——I always feel that all kinds of unknown bureaus in this world (such as the Aegis that has already died) or some organizations (such as the Hey Claw that is about to die) are so powerful that they are so powerful, who knows if there will be some "global monitoring" chat history" or something like "Skynet".

After being confirmed by the professor that bilibili can be controlled by her own subconscious mind, Sylvia can finally rest assured of her bold waves.

She opened the APP with a little guilt, and first found the private message list of [New York Citizens and Good Neighbors].

Then I saw the content of the other party's message: "Overcoming ♂ Difficulties ♂ Level with Sledgehammer Kiddie", opened "EC's ABO Video", and asked "What does ABO mean"...

Sylvia: Emmmmmm

_(:зゝ∠)_

To be fair, since it was confirmed that only people she knew subconsciously would have bilibili on their mobile phones and receive push notifications, [New York Citizens and Good Neighbors] basically became transparent.

Thinking of tearing off the opponent's vest as soon as he appeared, and opening the door to a new world for the little spider...

Sylvia: I feel extremely guilty but also a little excited for no reason.

She apologized to the other party with the mood of "I am actually sending a message to the Fulian group's favorite", and she couldn't help but added two more emoticons. The entire chat history seemed to suddenly become enthusiastic, and she didn't know Will the other party be intimidated?

Given the laws of crime in Queens—the best time to commit a crime is before three in the afternoon and after ten in the evening, which is when Spider-Man is out—Sylvia feels that at this point, Peter Good Baby High School Student Parker Must have been sleeping at home.

So I didn't expect the other party to reply to the message at this time.

She threw her phone in the gap of the sofa and observed her hands against the soft light overhead.

The sentence "but I don't feel overdrawn" that I didn't say to the professor tonight is not trying to be brave.

Although she felt tired after a lot of repeated use of the ability, the feedback power from the object itself made up for it a lot. Sylvia didn't know the principle of the energy feedback from the two-dimensionalized object, but she felt that the entire power cycle The process is as smooth and natural as breathing.

She can...she can do more.

In addition to changing those substances, she can also...

What else can I do?

The girl pulled a thin velvet blanket to cover her stomach, and sank into the mountain of pillows, dazed in a daze.

Both the third floor and the second floor are very quiet. Although the perfect security system prevents her from worrying about the safety of the villa, such quietness can easily give people a sense of uneasiness.

For some reason, she misses her second grandpa a little bit.

At this time, if he was still there, he would definitely be able to guide her.

It’s like teaching her how to ride a bicycle and let her go halfway to let her hit a tree, teaching her to swim and then letting her sink by herself, but she learned to dive before breaststroke...

↑Why is it so miserable when I think about it now? This must be her illusion↑

The black-haired girl angrily threw the pillow in the air and caught it. The moment the pillow touched her fingers, the two-dimensional shape turned into a fluffy pillow piece, and the long tassels floated in the air like jellyfish tentacles. middle.

Sylvia reached out and squeezed it, and found that it could be bent like a normal pillow, which was a bit interesting.

If the old man knew that she had this ability, he would definitely push her hard!

It's his fault for leaving so early!

Mouth Heng!

……

Da da da.Da da da.

The hands of the old wall clock moved one by one.

After 12 midnight, the old vertical wall pendulum issued "铛", "铛", "铛" to announce the time.

The girl sleeping on the velvet bed was buried in the sapphire blue pillow and white blanket, only her delicate oval face was exposed.

The not-so-light alarm clock chime did not wake Sylvia up, and she did not respond to the sounds from the outside world.

She seemed to be trapped in some weird dream, with a kind of sleepy confusion on her face.

The endless white mist enveloped her thoughts, and there was a faint sound of bells coming from the periphery of the white mist, but it was too far away, and it disappeared after only one ear.

She felt her body sinking.

It was as if she had slept for too long, and all her strength had been taken away by sleep. Her limbs were limp and limp, and she couldn't exert any strength, but her brain was extraordinarily heavy. Her forehead was pressed by something heavy, and she was pushed into the abyss below her body.

Is it a ghost press?The sleeping girl thought unconsciously.

No, not much.

She was incomparably sober and incomparably addicted, her breathing gradually weakened, but her lower abdomen and heart began to burn hot.

It's hot, it's hot, but it's very hot.

In the leisure room with the door closed, a faint warm yellow halo leaked a little from under the door.

The girl's bare skin—uncovered cheeks, hands and feet slightly leaking from the blanket, and even black hair scattered on the pillow—exudes a slight halo.

She is like a luminous tree, every branch is desperately trying to stretch out, other objects in the room: the standing clock that has been kept quiet for 12 rings, the lovely embroidered footsteps on the edge of the carpet, and a few peacocks The long-necked vase with the tail feathers, the books and quills with old covers on the shelf...

Constantly losing the entity, changing back to the original, losing the entity, changing back to the original...

Only the softness and pillows under the girl's body still supported her intact.

In the crevices of the collapse, the phone that had been turned off with a black screen and was pressed by Sylvia lit up in the dark, and a bunch of useless source codes faintly exploded on the screen.

"Hot...r...h..."

Sylvia's body became brighter and brighter, unconscious low moans came out of her mouth randomly, the eyeballs under her eyelids moved anxiously and quickly, but she didn't have the slightest bit of strength to stretch the thin layer of flesh.

Her figure gradually turned into that warm light.

Light ate the girl.

……

New York.The Queen.

The unzipped schoolbag, a little bit of red and blue leaking from the ceiling interlayer, the messy homework on the desk, the fragments of the "Death Star" building blocks stored together in a large cardboard box...

In this bedroom, which obviously belonged to a boy, the teenager's furry and messy brown head was exposed from under the quilt.

On the desk, a faint warm yellow halo suddenly flashed on the black mobile phone screen, and a long string of codes flashed in disorder, and then quickly disappeared.

Peter Parker, who was sound asleep on the bed, suddenly rolled and jumped up, making a loud "click" sound on the fragile bed board.

The teenager wearing only a T-shirt and pink Hello Kitty pajama pants said "I didn't wake up", his eyes were half-closed, but he turned his head alertly and looked around.

On his bare arms, the fine hair stood up like a spider's guide.

After looking around and seeing no one, Peter was completely awake.

Obviously the spider sensor suddenly exploded, why is there nothing? !

Caucasian question mark: ? ? ?

The lights in the living room downstairs came on, and Aunt Mei, who was sleeping downstairs, uttered a roar full of "you're finished":

"Peter Parker!"

The author has something to say:

Today is thick and long!So there is no second update, a little bit, a little bit...

In fact, Dragonfly feels that this chapter is really overused...

I'm almost exhausted_(:зゝ∠)_

(In the three chapters, let the hero and heroine face each other to successfully complete the Flag √)