[Comprehensive British and American] Self-cultivation of trans-wearers

"Hello, is anyone home?"

"Take a few minutes of your time to learn about our products - you won't feel like it's a waste of time."

Originally, she only listened to the first sentence and planned to look at Maoyan to consider whether she should respond, but after hearing the second sentence that followed, Nancy didn't want to walk up to open the door for him at all.

In the neighborhood committee group, there were notices recently that there were frequent salesmen disguised to hide from the security of the community and sneaked into the community for sales. As expected, she bumped into them today.

"Who is it this time, Jarvis?"

She has already installed cameras in the most dangerous and hardest-to-defend places in her home, so that she can take the lead in getting ready without having to meet face-to-face.

"The data is being synchronized, please wait for a moment." Jarvis's volume is just right with Nancy's control, it is a decibel that will not be heard by the salesman at the door, "Loading..."

"Well, the guest room door is unlocked, and time is running out—how long is a moment?"

"According to my husband, this noun has a lot of room for relaxation—it can be called a moment as small as a few seconds or as large as a whole morning."

"...What's the current loading progress?" Nancy asked patiently after listening to the explanation of the terms helplessly.

"The network card just paused and is reloading—"

"..." She should have changed this terrible mobile network long ago.

As if to confirm what Nancy said, he turned his hand, and a slightly brighter light was projected from the inside of the guest room to the corridor.

The sound of heavy footsteps immediately replaced the sound of the door being pulled open and slammed against the door. The strong smell of spirits caught her right, and Nancy sneezed uncomfortably.

"Huh? What the hell kind of place is this?" A belch full of alcohol came out of the man's mouth, and the intermittent words were a bit difficult for people to understand.

If it wasn't for the fact that his current state and the focus of his eyes were not aligned, Nancy would have been a little dazed seeing him staring fixedly in mid-air.

Charles Xavier.

Charles Xavier after Sandy's divorce.

And Charles Xavier with hair.

"...Hello?" It seemed that it had been several centuries before Nancy answered the greeting that belonged to her.She unconsciously looked at his pair of azure eyes that had lost their usual smile, and only remembered something halfway, and unconsciously glanced at his legs.

"Miss Nancy, the identity of the visitor has been ascertained."

"Charles Francis Xavier, now living in West Chester, founder and principal of Xavier Youth Gifted Academy, now... data is disordered, data extraction failed."

"..." Nancy felt a little depressed now.

She shouldn't be procrastinating. If she can directly connect to Jarvis's built-in earphones, if she can set them up early, there won't be any awkward staring at each other now.

Absolutely not.

"It seems that your investigation is very clear?!" Charles leaned half against the wall, staring at Nancy mockingly with very aggressive eyes.

"Which faction of mutants are you? Conscripted? Neutral... or do you belong to the Brotherhood?"

"Which faction?" Nancy widened her eyes slightly when she heard him say this, "I, how do I know..."

Isn't she even a mutant?

"Hello? Is there someone inside, please open the door for a little time—"

The little brother who sold the insurance caught a little sunshine and it would shine brightly, shouting hysterically without sparing any effort.

Charles seemed to have lost all emotion towards her suddenly, dropped the empty wine bottle in his hand, and stumbled to the door.

The gate of Nancy's house has a simple structure. Hold the raised metal bar and pull it out against the friction force, and the crisp spring will open the lock.

"Noisy—what the hell?"

The little guy who sells insurance obviously didn’t expect that it would be a crooked nut who has a bad temper and suddenly sounds like a strong accent and doesn’t understand the language to open the door for him, but as long as the door is opened, it’s half the battle. Will back off from this.

"I am a salesperson for a new business developed by an insurance company affiliated to a state-owned enterprise." A professional smile hangs up early. In order to prevent interruption, the insurance brother's speech speed has reached the highest level of his English. Point, "May I ask what means of transportation do you usually use when traveling?"

This high-end apartment has long been targeted by him and his colleagues. The owners have at least one car. It is not uncommon for a family to have two or three cars. The starting point is not known to be much higher than other communities.

Charles was just a little disturbed and irritable, but now his face became even more wrong when he heard it, and suddenly broke out with an ugly momentum that could scare people away, and at some point he slammed the hand on the door violently.

"wheelchair."

The door slammed shut, and the insurance guy outside was speechless.

Nancy inside was also speechless.

"What is this place?" Charles, who turned to look at Nancy, still had anger on his face. Nancy looked at him timidly, and took two steps back.

Fortunately, Charles, who was soon drunk, only had a slightly slower reflex arc, more emotional ups and downs, and was more likely to be irritated...

Wait, why not the innocent, cute and unaffected version of the little professor, not the wise and intelligent version of Professor X, but the most troublesome and depressed version of the drug-addicted professor?

As soon as Professor X comes out, he is so gentle, intelligent, knowledgeable, and reasonable that he almost holds him in the palm of his hand, or if he thinks his integrity is broken, he will forcefully flirt with you...Forget it, she must be a fake The heroine, the script does not exist.

A tin can covered in toxins, a bean sprout shield that is depressed and frustrated, a Gotham knight with a black aura hovering between revenge and forbearance.

Suddenly, for some reason, it seemed that depression was contagious, and Nancy felt that her emotions had become less beautiful.

Everything seemed to be arranged, and the coincidence caused the alarm bells to ring in her heart.

The grumpy professor with loose hair does have something to her advantage.

Although this is also very sad, but the professor who was able to stand up after being forcibly injected with serum, his telepathic ability is like an item that has been exchanged at one end of the scale, dissipating in the blood with the recovery of the intuition of his legs.

"Do you know a little too much?" whispered like annoyed after being touched by the reverse scale. Although Nancy felt that she hadn't made any movements at all, in Charles' eyes, any move was infinitely ignored. The ground is enlarged, the direction of speculation is unreasonable and inexplicable, and it is difficult to accept other people's words.

Nancy tried to communicate with him: "I'm not malicious, if you want to know where this is, why don't you sit down and have a good talk—"

"Forget it, I'll see with my own eyes." Without thinking about it, Charles bluntly refused, and Charles forced his temper to open the door of the entrance again.

The hand of the insurance brother who was about to knock on the door again stopped in mid-air because the door opened, and stared at Charles' face with a silly expression, causing him to slam the door expressionlessly again.

Insurance guy: ...Cao, I don't want to lose face?

Fortunately in misfortune, it seems that even the insurance seller can't accept the insult of being slammed twice. The loudly slammed door panel didn't cause him any substantial damage, but the mental trauma made him remember well. For a sum of money, this place was included in the company's blacklist.

"you say?"

Perhaps under the influence of the mutant's genes, even the decomposition rate of alcohol has been increased by a certain percentage. Charles' face quickly faded the red color of drunkenness, exhaustion and unbearable swept over, and his tone changed accordingly. Much lower.

"Want to hear it?" Nancy's evoked smile seemed familiar to him, but also very stiff, "But I don't want to say it."

The senses that had become more and more dull did not notice the whirring sound floating behind him, the strong wind was accompanied by the force of steel hitting the lower neck, Charles couldn't even see who was attacking him, and he closed his eyes and collapsed. On the sofa in front of you.

"Good job, Jarvis." Nancy rubbed her cheeks and returned to her expressionless state. Looking at Professor X who fell asleep in front of her, her thoughts were erratic.

"Thank you for the compliment, Miss Nancy." Jarvis seemed a little shy, and couldn't help taking two steps back while manipulating the floating posture of the battle suit, "It's my duty."

"It's still hello, Jarvis." Nancy sighed with a sense of awareness, "Without the interference of so many messy things of human beings, the thinking can always be kept in the most stable state set."

"..." The battle suit floating in mid-air shook, and suddenly fell to the floor without warning, and the parts were scattered all over the floor like collapsed building blocks.

"Jarvis?!" Nancy was nervous, and belatedly realized that the AI ​​housekeeper only divided a part of the program to control the suit, and the main body of the program was still stored in her computer at home.

Although the computer configuration is backward and the network is poor, it is still a safe place.

"I'm here, Miss Nancy." Jarvis's voice sounded from the speakers on the table, and it was slightly distorted and low compared to just now, "Please rest assured, it was just that Mr.'s suit was out of maintenance, but if Mr. Now, there is no way to repair this suit."

"Phew, it's okay." Nancy still breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped a little sweat from her forehead, "If you break down again, I don't know what to do."

She retreated onto the sofa, and the fruit fork picked up a piece of watermelon, and bit down hard.

Just let Charles lie on that sofa for a while—maybe when he wakes up, he will be a little more sensible?

Nancy turned her gaze back to the phone, and the P in the chat room was swiping happily.

[Spider coming out of the hole and spider reaching its legs, which one do you think sounds better? 】

[Hmmm——Getting out of the hole is like a desperate blow with all your strength, and leg probing is obviously a skillful effort on the feet, does it feel like it can be applied? 】

[Speaking of which, I wish I didn't even pay attention to the time and opponent in this competition, so I was a little nervous! 】

[N!Have you done it yet? 】

[Then use them all. ] Feeling that she couldn't bring her emotions into the chat with the soft and cute netizens, Nancy typed a line of words on her mobile phone and deleted them all, and finally made such a pertinent suggestion reluctantly.

[I like spiders so much, why can't I just call him Spider-Man if I can't afford a nickname! ] After thinking about it, I feel that even Disney’s Marvel Pavilion can be wiped out in this world, so the series of products of this little bug may not be guaranteed, so Nancy made this suggestion with a sense of humor state of mind.

【...】

【Kidding. 】

Jarvis observed Nancy's every move, and felt that his core main program fluctuated a little.

The overwhelming self-examination ended in seconds, even the spelling of Mainproject was checked thoroughly, and the confused thinking network was aimed at the computer host where he was—

router above.

Unicom or Telecom?This is a good question.

The author has something to say: China Mobile: ...... labor and management will not take the blame!

That's right, I'm a mobile hacker, with hot chicken internet speed!

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After brushing the reversal of the first battle and the apocalypse in succession, a strange door was opened.

The professor in the version of the abandoned woman's head, I think Yimei's performance is super emotional, and the change of mentality can be clearly seen by reversing the future.

And the professor will welcome his abandoned wife head friend soon.

After writing the outline, I said so.