[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right
Chapter 34 About Reunion 04
If Clare is given a chance, then she will definitely not be impulsive, she will think more about the future, think more about her aunt, not to mention the blond Snape with hooked nose, even if the 3D composite picture on TV shows no nose Voldemort with blonde hair and blue eyes, she will no longer shout out that sentence with all her strength.
The article that the middle-aged and elderly people in the circle of friends went crazy makes sense. Standing at [-] should be gentle and elegant. When you are steady and steady, don’t be surprised by everything.
——So much so that I shook out my old background.
At this moment, in her room on the second floor, the lights were flickering, and there were many figures. She was huddled in a corner of the bed, and Elena was sitting next to her, licking her paws, and wagging her tail along the way.
"Claire! Tell me again! What did you do at the Pentagon!" Aunt Carly stood with her hands on her hips, standing on her head, her willow eyebrows bristling, and her almond eyes wide open. Every time she uttered a word, Claire trembled , making her involuntarily think back to those bear children in the neighborhood who were chased and beaten by Aunt Carly with a broom for bullying her when she was young.
"I..." she said with difficulty, "I saved Magneto."
"Do you know what the Pentagon is!" Aunt Carly's voice raised another octave.
Claire nodded, her voice was weaker: "The Office Building of the Ministry of Defense..."
"Then do you know who Magneto is?" Aunt Carly asked sharply again.
"Radical mutant savior" circled around the tip of her tongue, and then slipped back. She thought for a long time, but couldn't find a more peaceful adjective to describe Eric.
Indeed, this person has nothing to do with peace.
"He is a frequent visitor to the newspaper, and he is a criminal wanted by the state." Aunt Carly sighed after finishing speaking, "Claire, why do you always get involved with mutants? You can't take such a risk, but luckily nothing happened, otherwise I wouldn't forgive you."
"Isn't the general saying all 'I won't forgive the guy who caused you an accident'?" Claire said weakly, after receiving a blank look from Aunt Carly, she curled her lips quietly and fell silent.
Aunt Carly said "Reflect on yourself" and then went downstairs. She should be preparing for supper. Claire sighed and fell back on the soft bed. From her perspective, she could still see the ceiling A small wooden boat full of stars hangs from the chandelier.
This chandelier is quite old. When she was very young, she could see it lying on the bed. Aunt Carly would sit by her bed with a copy of "Homer" and tell her softly about ancient Greek stories. In fact, she couldn't understand the complicated and beautiful stories at that time, but even if she was very sleepy and her eyelids were clenched, she must listen to a story.
It was the book her mother left her.
She looked at the chandelier, blinked her eyes, and dialed the small wooden boat suspended in mid-air behind her, then sat up, walked to the bookshelf, flicked the red Russian matryoshka, and pulled out the last In the corner is the book Homer in a very worn cover.
She took down the book, walked to the desk in front of the window, and rolled up the Roman shade. The orange street light outside the window flowed into the room through the window glass, blending with the warm yellow light of the chandelier, and the small wooden boat swayed gently. Shaking, leaving long and short shadows on the textile carpet.
Claire smoothed the hair that was hanging on both sides of her cheeks behind her ears, and was about to sit down and read a book, when she felt that the street lights flowing into the room dimmed and seemed to be blocked by something. She raised her head and saw a person Standing on her windowsill garden, against the light, looking at her with a pair of deep blue eyes.
She closed the book silently, and said calmly, "I can throw you out as soon as I open the window."
The person outside the window hooked his lips and raised his right hand. Claire saw the metal latch of the window loosen by itself, and then a window opened outward, and a tall man in a shirt and trousers walked through the window sill. Jumping down, the posture is chic and neat, the expression is relaxed and happy, and the confidence is full, not like jumping from the window of someone else's house.
Claire looked at this very Magneto way of invading houses with cold eyes, pursed her lips, and said, "How do you know where my home is."
Eric leaned against the window and looked down at her: ""Xavier School Teachers and Students Contact Handbook", all teachers and students in the school only have your contact address accurate to the house number."
Claire: "..."
Blame me for being too honest.
"I wanted to pay you a formal visit," Eric said. "But as soon as I looked up, I saw you standing in front of the window."
Claire: "..."
Blame me for opening the window.
She let out a breath and said, "Do you still want me to join that fraternity? I think I have rejected it very clearly today."
"I just want to see you before I leave." Eric said, and took a step towards her bed. Irina, who was lying on the bed and wagging her tail, stood up abruptly when she saw him again, standing upright. He scratched his ear, then quickly jumped out of the bed, walked to his ankle, and rubbed his head against him.
Claire was very disgusted with Irina's ungrateful behavior. She snorted, leaned back on the chair, watched Eric bend down, and gently scratched Irina's neck with her fingertips.
"Actually, I didn't go too far that day." Eric said, looking up at her, under the warm light, this look looked a little ambiguous, "I was across from the hotel, watching you take this cat to pull Open the door and get out of there."
Claire was stunned for a moment, followed his words, and her thoughts flew back to the distant Krakow.
In that small Polish city, she experienced disappointment, and it was like seeing gorgeous fireworks in the dark night sky.
"I'm leaving this time." Eric patted Elena on the head and stood up. He walked in front of Claire, squatted down, and looked into her eyes.
"To save the mutants?" Claire asked.
"Yes, Charles and Logan told me." Eric said, "In two hours, I will go back to Xavier School to join them, and then go to Washington to stop the Sentinel project."
His tone was neither joy nor anger, like the surface of a windless lake, without a trace of other traces.
Claire lowered her head, looked at him, and asked in a strange way: "Then will you come back?"
Eric was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect her to ask such a question, then he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "No."
Although the question was unexpected, the answer was indeed very straightforward.
"I once told you that the mutant friend who likes to be friends with ordinary people is Charles. Many years ago, I knew that he was different from me. I have my reasons and my way. Eric said, "Humans killed my mutant brother, then they should pay the corresponding price."
When he said this, his expression remained unchanged, but the metal bolt on the window made a harsh sound. Claire turned her head and saw that the bolt had indeed been twisted.
When Eric said this, he could control his expression, but he couldn't control the killing intent in his heart.
Claire knew the outcome, but felt stupid for asking that question, and she glanced at Eric and said, "Get it back, or I won't be able to close the window."
Her words revived the stagnant atmosphere, and Eric looked at her, the shadow in his eyes seemed to loosen a little and become much more transparent.
He raised his right hand and restored the twisted pin to its original shape.
Claire shed tears of sympathy for this bolt that was doomed to many disasters in her heart.
"So you're here to say goodbye to me today?" Claire asked.
"Yes." There was a barely visible smile on the corner of Eric's mouth, "I know what you want, want to live the life of ordinary people, Xavier School... Although it is not ordinary, I believe that Charles will try his best to let You are here to live the life that ordinary people should have. I am not very surprised by your rejection today, although I knew your choice from the beginning, but I still want to ask you again. "
He stretched out his hand, and lightly touched the side of Claire's face with his fingertips: "I didn't say goodbye to you last time, so at least this time, let me say goodbye to you."
Claire quietly clenched her skirt, but she smiled on her face. She stretched out one hand, pressed Eric's hand on her cheek, and pressed the other hand on the back of Eric's head, then her upper body faced forward Leaning, and Eric stood up straighter, lowered his head, kissed her lips, and shrouded her in his own shadow.
Claire passively accepted his lips and tongue intruding into hers, bearing the aggressive kiss from a familiar mature man, thinking in a daze.
Anyway, it's the last time we meet, so let's have a good kiss.
She believed that the man on the other side thought the same way.
If she wasn't in the early stages of pregnancy, she still wanted to push this man to the bed and experience his warm and thoughtful free service.
As she was thinking about this, one of Eric's hands had slipped between her thighs, lifted her skirt, and touched the hidden parts between her legs, while the other hand pulled her from the waist with a strong arm. She hugged her between her arms, stuck to her body, let her feet step on his leather shoes, and walked towards the bed step by step.
Claire was dazed by his kiss, and just felt that the situation was a little out of control, when she heard the sound of her bedroom door lock twisting, she was startled and woke up, she quickly stretched out her hand to grab the hair on the back of Eric's head, and was about to call out Eric got up, and he heard the door open and the sound of slippers stepping on the floor.
it's over...
it's over...
Claire just wanted to blacken her eyes and pass out.
After more than ten seconds of silence in this bedroom, she heard her aunt's high-pitched roar: "Claire! Do you know that you are pregnant! How dare you mess with your boyfriend during early pregnancy!"
After such a sound, Claire lost her shape in despair, and Eric, who was pressing on her, was taken aback for a moment, and then, as if being stabbed by something, he suddenly got off her body, and those usually deep and mysterious blue eyes were clear at this moment. Clearly and clearly written in two large characters: ignorant.
After the initial anger, Aunt Carly asked again: "How did you come up, I was downstairs, and I didn't hear the doorbell. You didn't come in through the window, did you?"
Claire: "..."
Eric: "..."
"Your boyfriend is not bad, he meets our Jones family girl's mate selection criteria... Wait!" Aunt Carly stared at Eric for a while, paused, and her voice raised another octave: "K! Le! Le! Why does your boyfriend look so much like that newspaper frequenter, Magneto, the most wanted criminal in the country!"
Eric: "..."
Claire: "..."
Despair tore her apart.
The author has something to say: Lao Wan is happy to see it, let us applaud him.
A normal plot should look like this:
Eric was stunned for a moment, and then joy burst into his eyes. He hugged Claire tightly, and took Claire in a circle, saying excitedly while turning: "Hahahahaha I'm going to be a father! I'm going to be a father! I'm going to have a son! Our Eisenhart family has a son!"
Claire smiled shyly, and kept beating his shoulders with her small pink fists, saying angrily, "You lunatic, put me down quickly, and be careful not to hurt the child."
Eric put Claire down, with a joyful smile on his face: "My wife, I will collect more scrap iron to support our family. After a few years, you can give me another baby, okay?"
Claire sighed, fell into his arms, and said coquettishly, "I hate it, I don't want to have a second one, I don't want you to work too hard."
"It's not hard work, it's hard work." Eric hugged his delicate wife, "For you, if you don't work hard, it's just scrap iron. What's the trouble?"
The two embraced affectionately, and the setting sun seemed to be a blessing, covering the two together,
……
——Of course this article will not go in this direction hahahaha
The article that the middle-aged and elderly people in the circle of friends went crazy makes sense. Standing at [-] should be gentle and elegant. When you are steady and steady, don’t be surprised by everything.
——So much so that I shook out my old background.
At this moment, in her room on the second floor, the lights were flickering, and there were many figures. She was huddled in a corner of the bed, and Elena was sitting next to her, licking her paws, and wagging her tail along the way.
"Claire! Tell me again! What did you do at the Pentagon!" Aunt Carly stood with her hands on her hips, standing on her head, her willow eyebrows bristling, and her almond eyes wide open. Every time she uttered a word, Claire trembled , making her involuntarily think back to those bear children in the neighborhood who were chased and beaten by Aunt Carly with a broom for bullying her when she was young.
"I..." she said with difficulty, "I saved Magneto."
"Do you know what the Pentagon is!" Aunt Carly's voice raised another octave.
Claire nodded, her voice was weaker: "The Office Building of the Ministry of Defense..."
"Then do you know who Magneto is?" Aunt Carly asked sharply again.
"Radical mutant savior" circled around the tip of her tongue, and then slipped back. She thought for a long time, but couldn't find a more peaceful adjective to describe Eric.
Indeed, this person has nothing to do with peace.
"He is a frequent visitor to the newspaper, and he is a criminal wanted by the state." Aunt Carly sighed after finishing speaking, "Claire, why do you always get involved with mutants? You can't take such a risk, but luckily nothing happened, otherwise I wouldn't forgive you."
"Isn't the general saying all 'I won't forgive the guy who caused you an accident'?" Claire said weakly, after receiving a blank look from Aunt Carly, she curled her lips quietly and fell silent.
Aunt Carly said "Reflect on yourself" and then went downstairs. She should be preparing for supper. Claire sighed and fell back on the soft bed. From her perspective, she could still see the ceiling A small wooden boat full of stars hangs from the chandelier.
This chandelier is quite old. When she was very young, she could see it lying on the bed. Aunt Carly would sit by her bed with a copy of "Homer" and tell her softly about ancient Greek stories. In fact, she couldn't understand the complicated and beautiful stories at that time, but even if she was very sleepy and her eyelids were clenched, she must listen to a story.
It was the book her mother left her.
She looked at the chandelier, blinked her eyes, and dialed the small wooden boat suspended in mid-air behind her, then sat up, walked to the bookshelf, flicked the red Russian matryoshka, and pulled out the last In the corner is the book Homer in a very worn cover.
She took down the book, walked to the desk in front of the window, and rolled up the Roman shade. The orange street light outside the window flowed into the room through the window glass, blending with the warm yellow light of the chandelier, and the small wooden boat swayed gently. Shaking, leaving long and short shadows on the textile carpet.
Claire smoothed the hair that was hanging on both sides of her cheeks behind her ears, and was about to sit down and read a book, when she felt that the street lights flowing into the room dimmed and seemed to be blocked by something. She raised her head and saw a person Standing on her windowsill garden, against the light, looking at her with a pair of deep blue eyes.
She closed the book silently, and said calmly, "I can throw you out as soon as I open the window."
The person outside the window hooked his lips and raised his right hand. Claire saw the metal latch of the window loosen by itself, and then a window opened outward, and a tall man in a shirt and trousers walked through the window sill. Jumping down, the posture is chic and neat, the expression is relaxed and happy, and the confidence is full, not like jumping from the window of someone else's house.
Claire looked at this very Magneto way of invading houses with cold eyes, pursed her lips, and said, "How do you know where my home is."
Eric leaned against the window and looked down at her: ""Xavier School Teachers and Students Contact Handbook", all teachers and students in the school only have your contact address accurate to the house number."
Claire: "..."
Blame me for being too honest.
"I wanted to pay you a formal visit," Eric said. "But as soon as I looked up, I saw you standing in front of the window."
Claire: "..."
Blame me for opening the window.
She let out a breath and said, "Do you still want me to join that fraternity? I think I have rejected it very clearly today."
"I just want to see you before I leave." Eric said, and took a step towards her bed. Irina, who was lying on the bed and wagging her tail, stood up abruptly when she saw him again, standing upright. He scratched his ear, then quickly jumped out of the bed, walked to his ankle, and rubbed his head against him.
Claire was very disgusted with Irina's ungrateful behavior. She snorted, leaned back on the chair, watched Eric bend down, and gently scratched Irina's neck with her fingertips.
"Actually, I didn't go too far that day." Eric said, looking up at her, under the warm light, this look looked a little ambiguous, "I was across from the hotel, watching you take this cat to pull Open the door and get out of there."
Claire was stunned for a moment, followed his words, and her thoughts flew back to the distant Krakow.
In that small Polish city, she experienced disappointment, and it was like seeing gorgeous fireworks in the dark night sky.
"I'm leaving this time." Eric patted Elena on the head and stood up. He walked in front of Claire, squatted down, and looked into her eyes.
"To save the mutants?" Claire asked.
"Yes, Charles and Logan told me." Eric said, "In two hours, I will go back to Xavier School to join them, and then go to Washington to stop the Sentinel project."
His tone was neither joy nor anger, like the surface of a windless lake, without a trace of other traces.
Claire lowered her head, looked at him, and asked in a strange way: "Then will you come back?"
Eric was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect her to ask such a question, then he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "No."
Although the question was unexpected, the answer was indeed very straightforward.
"I once told you that the mutant friend who likes to be friends with ordinary people is Charles. Many years ago, I knew that he was different from me. I have my reasons and my way. Eric said, "Humans killed my mutant brother, then they should pay the corresponding price."
When he said this, his expression remained unchanged, but the metal bolt on the window made a harsh sound. Claire turned her head and saw that the bolt had indeed been twisted.
When Eric said this, he could control his expression, but he couldn't control the killing intent in his heart.
Claire knew the outcome, but felt stupid for asking that question, and she glanced at Eric and said, "Get it back, or I won't be able to close the window."
Her words revived the stagnant atmosphere, and Eric looked at her, the shadow in his eyes seemed to loosen a little and become much more transparent.
He raised his right hand and restored the twisted pin to its original shape.
Claire shed tears of sympathy for this bolt that was doomed to many disasters in her heart.
"So you're here to say goodbye to me today?" Claire asked.
"Yes." There was a barely visible smile on the corner of Eric's mouth, "I know what you want, want to live the life of ordinary people, Xavier School... Although it is not ordinary, I believe that Charles will try his best to let You are here to live the life that ordinary people should have. I am not very surprised by your rejection today, although I knew your choice from the beginning, but I still want to ask you again. "
He stretched out his hand, and lightly touched the side of Claire's face with his fingertips: "I didn't say goodbye to you last time, so at least this time, let me say goodbye to you."
Claire quietly clenched her skirt, but she smiled on her face. She stretched out one hand, pressed Eric's hand on her cheek, and pressed the other hand on the back of Eric's head, then her upper body faced forward Leaning, and Eric stood up straighter, lowered his head, kissed her lips, and shrouded her in his own shadow.
Claire passively accepted his lips and tongue intruding into hers, bearing the aggressive kiss from a familiar mature man, thinking in a daze.
Anyway, it's the last time we meet, so let's have a good kiss.
She believed that the man on the other side thought the same way.
If she wasn't in the early stages of pregnancy, she still wanted to push this man to the bed and experience his warm and thoughtful free service.
As she was thinking about this, one of Eric's hands had slipped between her thighs, lifted her skirt, and touched the hidden parts between her legs, while the other hand pulled her from the waist with a strong arm. She hugged her between her arms, stuck to her body, let her feet step on his leather shoes, and walked towards the bed step by step.
Claire was dazed by his kiss, and just felt that the situation was a little out of control, when she heard the sound of her bedroom door lock twisting, she was startled and woke up, she quickly stretched out her hand to grab the hair on the back of Eric's head, and was about to call out Eric got up, and he heard the door open and the sound of slippers stepping on the floor.
it's over...
it's over...
Claire just wanted to blacken her eyes and pass out.
After more than ten seconds of silence in this bedroom, she heard her aunt's high-pitched roar: "Claire! Do you know that you are pregnant! How dare you mess with your boyfriend during early pregnancy!"
After such a sound, Claire lost her shape in despair, and Eric, who was pressing on her, was taken aback for a moment, and then, as if being stabbed by something, he suddenly got off her body, and those usually deep and mysterious blue eyes were clear at this moment. Clearly and clearly written in two large characters: ignorant.
After the initial anger, Aunt Carly asked again: "How did you come up, I was downstairs, and I didn't hear the doorbell. You didn't come in through the window, did you?"
Claire: "..."
Eric: "..."
"Your boyfriend is not bad, he meets our Jones family girl's mate selection criteria... Wait!" Aunt Carly stared at Eric for a while, paused, and her voice raised another octave: "K! Le! Le! Why does your boyfriend look so much like that newspaper frequenter, Magneto, the most wanted criminal in the country!"
Eric: "..."
Claire: "..."
Despair tore her apart.
The author has something to say: Lao Wan is happy to see it, let us applaud him.
A normal plot should look like this:
Eric was stunned for a moment, and then joy burst into his eyes. He hugged Claire tightly, and took Claire in a circle, saying excitedly while turning: "Hahahahaha I'm going to be a father! I'm going to be a father! I'm going to have a son! Our Eisenhart family has a son!"
Claire smiled shyly, and kept beating his shoulders with her small pink fists, saying angrily, "You lunatic, put me down quickly, and be careful not to hurt the child."
Eric put Claire down, with a joyful smile on his face: "My wife, I will collect more scrap iron to support our family. After a few years, you can give me another baby, okay?"
Claire sighed, fell into his arms, and said coquettishly, "I hate it, I don't want to have a second one, I don't want you to work too hard."
"It's not hard work, it's hard work." Eric hugged his delicate wife, "For you, if you don't work hard, it's just scrap iron. What's the trouble?"
The two embraced affectionately, and the setting sun seemed to be a blessing, covering the two together,
……
——Of course this article will not go in this direction hahahaha
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