[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

unnamed observation report

Madeleine: "...Hi."

Song Xin raised her head from the computer screen with a smile: "Huh?"

"—that shirt." Madeleine asked complicatedly: "Whose one is it? The size is so big, which wild man's shirt was taken back by you?"

Song Xin laughed so hard that she burst into tears, and said: "Guess, guess, you can guess that I won't watch TV dramas tonight."

Madeleine: "..."

Madeleine moved her hand upwards: "Yo heh."

Song Xin: "..."

Madeleine closed her eyes and touched the dirty shirt collar: "Oh, Song Xin, you are very capable."

Song Xin dropped all the melons: "...you can see this?"

Madeleine closed her eyes teasingly and said, "It's like a romance novel, I didn't expect—"

Song Xin snatched the shirt and went into the toilet, almost wanting to hang up the southeast branch by herself in shame: "I'm going to return it after washing it! You are not allowed to say anything about what you see—"

Madeleine giggled: "Actually, I didn't see anything."

Song Xin: "..."

Madeleine said: "I can only see what the living thing has touched, not the shirt."

Then Madeleine yelled from outside the toilet: "—but I can see that you are guilty of being guilty and afraid to face yourself!"

Song Xin bumped her head against the mirror with a bang, and shouted in despair, "Stop talking—!"

Madeleine was laughing happily outside, and then Song Xin was holding the shirt that was covered in mud from the bottom of the river. Logan hesitated for a moment, then kicked the toilet door and closed it.

The toilet was empty, Song Xin finally mustered up the courage to bury her face in the wrinkled shirt.

This is Wolverine's shirt, Song Xin thought, and suddenly her mind became foggy, like a layer of fog.

Song Xin only felt that what happened in the past half a month was more turbulent than the past 20 years. First she discovered that she was a mutant, then she came into contact with it, and even began to integrate into the world she thought she would never interact with in her lifetime.

There are superheroes in this world, and Marvel's comics are their documentary epics.Those superheroes exist in this world, Thor, Stark, Doctor Fantastic—maybe they will suddenly appear in front of you one day, walk into a convenience store in front of you and buy a can of Soup Daren instant noodles, But that was only a brief appearance.

Those superheroes have nothing to do with ordinary people, and neither do mutants.

They all exist in another world, a place full of adventure and blood that has nothing to do with ordinary people.

At the center of the world that Song Xin dreamed of when she was young is the X-Men—the X-Men centered on Logan.

Logan's shirt smelled very special, and the smell of cigar tobacco.Song Xin rubbed her face in it, and when she came back to her senses, she realized that her behavior was a pervert, so her ears turned red, and she put the shirt into the basin filled with water with a clatter.

Then Song Xin was rubbing her ears while rubbing her clothes. While rubbing her clothes, she raised her head and looked in the mirror: the self in the mirror was just an ordinary person.

Song Xin looked at the mirror for a moment, and silently warned herself in her heart: Never get involved, it's another world.

Logan's history class on Wednesday morning.

Logan was standing on the podium giving a lecture, and it was raining outside the window. Song Xin was wearing shorts, stretched her feet and listened intently.

As expected of a man who has lived for hundreds of years, Logan is very knowledgeable. At first, Song Xin thought he was a rough guy. He had a rich knowledge base that was created by Stan Lee to attract fans. it is true.His lectures are clear and organized, and his extensions and divergences are natural and smooth, almost topping the list of good teachers that Song Xin has met in school for many years.

Song Xin's cell phone vibrated suddenly. After listening to the class, Song Xin picked up the cell phone and glanced at it, only to find that it was the three words sent by Editor-in-Chief Luo: "Look at Twitter."

Then the phone vibrated again, and editor-in-chief Luo added: Go search for the tags of our newspapers.

Song Xin looked at the information box, a question mark popped up in her head, then carefully unlocked the phone, looked like a thief at Logan who was giving a lecture, and opened her twitter that she hadn't seen in 800 million years.

Then Song Xin didn't even search, and saw what Editor Luo wanted her to see.

— "Mutants past and future: Wolverine and his students.", 2036 retweets.

What is the best feedback for a realistic report and a special topic?

When they want to report and make a news, what are those reporters doing?

Song Xin was so happy that she almost wanted to go downstairs and run around, her hair was about to explode, and she graduated for one year!After one year of graduation, she was able to produce reports with this amount of reading. Song Xin almost wanted to tell the world that she had the talent to be a reporter!

Song Xin clicked on the link, followed it several times from beginning to end, word for word, it was her entire report reposted by someone else, and finally indicated the source: Surprise Weekly Issue 2017, 29——Author: X. Song.

Song Xin's head was dizzy, and she quickly took a screenshot and copied a copy to all her relatives and friends, and added: I wrote it!

I, Song Xin, am so old!

At three or four in the afternoon in New York, it was three or four in the morning in China, and no one shared the joy with Song Xin. Song Xin held the phone and wanted to put three sticks of incense on it, and then she suddenly realized that she had to thank Editor-in-Chief Luo.

Without Editor-in-Chief Luo, there would be no opportunity for this column to appear. Song Xin would still do some reports that she didn't even want to do in disgrace, dig around for little news about chicken thieves, and live an ordinary and depressing life.

The phone vibrated again, and Editor-in-Chief Luo sent another WeChat message:

"Song Ji, you have to believe in yourself. I'm not recruiting you to do charity, nor is it to form a group."

Song Xin's eyes turned hot when she saw that sentence, and she couldn't express this kind of gratitude with limited words, so she could only say to Editor-in-Chief Luo feebly: "...Thank you. Thank you."

Then Song Xin opened the comments on that twitter.

——This report is really interesting, the author is a joker hahahaha!

——Interesting, I never thought their childhood would be so ordinary.

Yes, very common.Song Xin rubbed her red eye sockets, what are you still looking forward to?

——It's like telling a joke, but it's very interesting. I still want to see such news.It's much more interesting than those entertainment tabloids.

Song Xin continued to scroll down. The comments below were full of strange things. The more she looked at them, the happier she was. She rubbed her eyes while scrolling, but she finished the scrolling within a few times.

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin flipped through from the bottom to the top again, only to feel that the comments were pitifully few, and she didn't read enough.

This is the recognition of one's work and the feedback. Song Xin, who was exposed to such feedback for the first time in her life, almost wanted to cry.

……

Logan stood on the podium and said: "—so that the school's exchange program, Professor X and all our teachers think that everyone should actively participate, and you can't refuse to go out just because you want to stay at home with your girlfriend..."

Song Xin looked at the phone screen in a daze, the teacher was noisy, and the whole classroom suddenly fell silent after a while.

Song Xin said to herself: "...Let's look at it later."

Then she put away her phone and looked up, Logan and all the students looked at Song Xin quietly.

Song Xin caught off guard and met the eyes of more than 40 people: "..."

Logan: "My rules in class are very simple, and I don't want to arrest people unless I do something too outrageous."

Song Xin was dumbfounded: "...Huh...?"

Logan Howlett asked: "Did you never use your phone in class?"

Song Xin: "I, I really haven't played...but..."

Logan said: "Sure enough, I haven't played it before. Just lift it up to play with your phone in class, and stretch it above your head. Is it wrong for me to arrest you?"

Song Xin trembled, and could only say: "No, I'm not wronged."

Song Xin's phone vibrated, and she glanced at it like a thief. Editor Luo sent another WeChat message:

"——I greeted the personnel department, you should sign up for that exchange program."

Song Xin's heart was happy, and she was about to smile immediately, and her eyes narrowed happily, like a sunflower.

Logan Howlett: "…"

Logan: "Go and stand in the back of the classroom."

The author has something to say: In short... In short, if I finish my liver before going to bed, it will be regarded as the updated QAQ of the previous day! !

Second update (second update in biology)! ! ...forget it late at night or fix it

Thanks to anithin and sunshine angel for the nutrient solution =3=! ! !Love you guys! ! ! !