[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

Small Reporter Observation Report

June in New York is nearly 35 degrees, especially hot in the afternoon, Song Xin can't wait to strip off her skin and run naked, as soon as the temperature is over 30 degrees, she feels like she is going to be sunburned to death.

Song Xin sent the manuscript over, then spread it out on the bed and pretended to be dead, thinking of herself who was 22 years old and still had to do her high school homework—she had finished her homework long ago, and was now doubting her life: Why is she still so old at such a young age? Homework to do?

She posted this question on Moments in the morning, and in the afternoon she received a reply from a senior who is a PhD student: Is it not good to do homework at a young age?

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin could make up the second half of the sentence that the senior sister didn't say: It's better than studying for a Ph.D.

These days, advanced education is the original sin. Everyone who studies for a Ph.D. has tears in their eyes, and those who have a master's degree are better. Song Xin doesn't know what it is to go back to high school—probably a crime.

When Madeleine came back with Haagen-Dazs, Song Xin was almost melted into water on the bed. She thought about it and said to Song Xin, "Have you heard the news?"

Song Xin: "Huh?"

Madeleine said: "There is an exchange program in the summer, and I go to an old castle school in England. Food, lodging, and play are included. They are really big in old England, and the school is actually held in an old castle."

Song Xin: "Huh?"

Song Xin had a complicated heart. When she was in high school in China, she liked to engage in summer exchanges. After walking around for three months, she never thought that the mutant school would also have overseas exchanges.

Madeleine smiled and said: "If you want to participate, you can sign up. You haven't been to the castle, have you? If our school wants to exchange, Professor X will definitely subsidize a lot, and it's very cheap - the only disadvantage is that the British The food is really not very tasty."

Song Xin thought for a while and said, "That school...is it also a school for mutants?"

Madeleine scratched her head and said, "I don't know, some people say yes, and some say no."

Song Xin immediately thought of the group that Draco Malfoy gave her as quiet as a chicken, and felt that the place was too scary, and she had better stay away.

Song Xin said firmly: "It must be very dangerous! Madeleine, don't go there!"

Madeleine found a promotional note from her bag, threw it to Song Xin and said, "Let me see——yes, the name of the school is Hogwarts. Summer Hogwarts exchange camp! There are places at public expense, and it lasts for more than half a month. Here's a copy for you to take a look at."

Luo Chang: "Don't even think about it, it's impossible. You're getting paid."

Song Xin said with a guilty conscience: "...Ben, I didn't even want to go."

Luo Chang said: "It will be officially released next Wednesday. Go to Twitter next Wednesday and search for tags to see how our column is doing."

Song Xin still felt guilty: "...I don't think so. Who cares about the childhood and life of mutants..."

Editor-in-chief Luo Changluo said on WeChat: "This is another entry point. China's Southern Weekly did it a few years ago, but in recent years it has been scolded badly, saying that these reports eat human blood steamed buns - mainstream media also do not approve .”

Song Xin was stunned: "Then I'm not very dangerous?"

Luo Chang said: "Song Ji, doing news is dancing inside the frame. The frame is very heavy and hard, but that doesn't mean you can't dance your favorite dance."

Song Xin was silent for a moment, then editor-in-chief Luo sent another WeChat message: "——this should be the original intention of making news. It's the same sentence, even though you've acted like a piece of trash so far, I'm still optimistic about you."

Song Xin always felt a little hot in her eyes, she thanked the editor-in-chief for coming, and then hung up the phone.

Expectations are too heavy, Song Xin thought, she was smart since she was a child, her parents had high hopes for her, and Song Xin's mind, thanks to her aura, never let them down.But after entering the society, she realized that grades are just the key. After opening the door, how to work hard still depends on herself. The problems that can be solved by examination papers have completely disappeared.Fortunately, editor-in-chief Luo has been accommodating, supporting and trusting Song Xin since she joined the agency.

Editor-in-Chief Luo does not have many resources at hand. Asians—especially Chinese Americans themselves are more discriminated against in employment, and invisible discrimination in the workplace is also very serious.

Song Xin was unwilling to squander such trust.

She picked up her mobile phone, jumped out of bed, wore a T-shirt printed with King Carp and denim shorts, and climbed downstairs in the scorching heat to find some inspiration that she could write.

The green grass in the outskirts of Westchester, Song Xin is walking around with a notebook, and the boys and girls are playing around by the lake. Song Xin feels a little worried that she is not really single, or when will she find a gypsy People do fortune-telling to see how old their peach blossoms are.

There shouldn't be only one Wei Zhe, right? !Song Xin's back suddenly felt cold. If this was the case, it might be near the end.

The more you get in touch with this group of mutants, the more you feel that they are just a little special ordinary people.

Unlike the deified heroes of the Avengers, Song Xin felt when reading the comics—the Avengers bear the fate of this planet, but the mutants are fighting against themselves.

They are rejected, excluded, and forced to register simply because their abilities are 'uncontrollable' and 'full of uncertainty'.The most official reason given when they were forced to register was actually 'Take Magneto as an example, if a mutant develops anti-social emotions, the consequences would be unimaginable', and claimed that 'there must be a formula for each registered mutant. Series proprietary precautions'.

Song Xin thought of the registration forms on Robert's desk, and felt uncomfortable: they had done nothing, and they would be treated as prisoners.

This is no different from the yellow triangle cloth strips that were pasted on Jews during World War II—but there are almost few voices in society who feel that there is a problem with this.

——Because I don’t understand enough.

Song Xin bent down holding the notebook, and poked a tall boy on the shoulder: "Would you like to chat with me?"

The boy was about sixteen or seventeen years old. He smiled friendlyly at Song Xin and said, "Huh? What do you want to ask?"

Song Xin cleared her throat and said clearly: "I'm Song Xin, a reporter from Surprise Weekly. We have a follow-up topic. I want to have a little... chat with you."

The boy nodded gently and said, "Okay—wait a minute, I'm actually in PE class. I'm going to ask my PE teacher for leave."

Song Xin also nodded with a smile, the boy stood up and ran to the pasture, Song Xin's eyes followed him, and then there was a thud in her mind:

Logan Howlett was standing with Jean Gray, the sun was shining like a song, Jean's red hair was thick and shining, she was wearing a red dress, she had a superb figure and temperament.

That's right, that's right, Song Xin thought of it, no matter the original book or the movie, Wolverine's arrow is a piano.

Then Song Xin raised her hand, turned her back, and secretly touched the half of her chest.

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin felt that life was really too difficult.

The boy shouted to the physical education teacher Logan: "Teacher, this reporter here wants to interview me. I will not participate in physical training for the time being!"

Song Xin watched Wolverine turn his head helplessly, another thump sounded in Song Xin's head, and she shivered and hid in the big tree by the lake.

The shadows of the trees were mottled and the sun was shining brightly. When Song Xin stepped on the stone, she suddenly realized that she didn't seem to have any bad luck today.

but it does not matter.

Song Xin screamed, the stone slipped on the slipper, the lake water splashed in all directions, and Song Xin fell into it with a plop.

Jean Gray: "..."

Interviewed boy: "..."

Wolverine:"……"

The author has something to say: Woohoo! ! !I'm so sorry for being obsessed with Xiuwen QAQ recently! !In the future, we will definitely focus on minor repairs at night! ! !

Today's update is also late, sorry TvT...

Speaking of the stalk I wrote today, I am going to expose it myself:

Correct usage: two ounces of meat on the chest.

Song Xin's version: half of the chest.

……

Song Xin: "????? no!!"