[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

Song Xin has been in school for 16 years and has always been a model student. Since she was a child, she was praised by the teacher and the director of the department. She has been on the podium as a flag-raiser. I like them all - because they are too serious.And this was the first time in Song Xin's life. In the same class, she was hit on the forehead with chalk and then made to stand. The problem was that she was not wronged every time.

Song Xin stood in the back row holding a thick textbook, condemning herself in her heart, and concentrated on listening to the class with the book in one hand.However, the success of that report made her brain dazed, and she was always in a trance, so she couldn't help but smile and watch Logan give a lecture.

A class lasted only 40 minutes, and Song Xin laughed like a fool for [-] minutes.After class, the sun was shining golden in the classroom, and the students scattered like birds and beasts. Logan stayed in the classroom, and Song Xin stood behind, watching Logan wipe the blackboard with a smirk.

Finally, only Luo Gen and Song Xin were left in the classroom.

Logan asked, "What were you laughing at just now?"

Song Xin immediately sensed that Logan was not angry, and said with a smile, "I gave feedback on my last topic!"

Then Song Xin ran to the seat and got her schoolbag, took out the sample magazine from the schoolbag, ran up to the podium and smiled at Logan, "I brought you a sample magazine from our newspaper, next time I'll treat you to another supermarket." Delicious shop!"

Logan laughed: "Is there any help?"

Song Xin was full of vigor: "Yeah!"

Then she graciously tiptoed to reach for Logan's blackboard brush. As soon as Logan let go, the blackboard brush fell freely and hit Song Xin's head with a bang.

Song Xin covered her forehead, her eyes turned red, "...Woo."

Logan was silent for a moment, and said with difficulty: "I didn't mean it."

Logan thought for a while, and then added guiltily: "I really didn't expect that you could even hit your face like this."

Song Xin held back the tears that were almost smashed, picked up the blackboard brush, and said firmly: "It's okay! Don't worry about me! My Song family's ancestors have a hard skull!"

Logan: "...huh?"

Song Xin said courteously, "I'll clean the blackboard for you! You don't need to be busy!"

Logan: "But why do I feel that you were almost smashed into tears—"

Song Xin declared firmly: "No, it's your illusion! In our adult world, there are no tears."

Logan: "..."

Song Xin finished wiping the blackboard with determination, her forehead was flushed red from the blow, and Logan felt guilty looking at that forehead: "...are you really all right?"

Song Xin was categorical: "No, it will be fine in a while."

Then she thought for a while and then said gently: "I'm probably skinny, and my wounds that look serious are actually not very serious, so don't worry."

"But Logan." Song Xin whispered again, "Thank you very, very much."

Luo Gen took a look at her, and felt that Song Xin's cheeks were so red under the sun that she looked familiar, and she was quite cute - but she was also cute when she was talking loudly.

So he hummed and said he knew.

It was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening when Song Xin returned to her dormitory. She drove back to New York and gave a brief report to the agency. Then she bought a carload of snacks and desserts and drove back to Westchester.

The night breeze was blowing, Song Xin kicked open the door, with a bag of Wal-Mart's shopping results in one hand, like a hero who returned home in triumph, but Madeleine was not in the dormitory, and left a note saying that she went to a nightclub, telling Song Xin not to leave at night. lock the door.

Xavier School for Gifted Teenagers has a very relaxed school spirit. The cars in Professor Charles' garage—especially his, are basically public, and whoever wants to drive them can drive them, and the car keys are left on the surface.Song Xin thought about it, and decided to keep the snack for Madeleine.

Song Xin prepared some snacks for each of the children she was familiar with and had spoken with. First, she wanted to build a good relationship with them. Second, Song Xin felt that these children were pitiful in their own way. Song Xin didn't know how to help. I thought that eating delicious food is the common language of the world, so I used this method.

Then Song Xin thought of her parents, and felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Since Song Xin graduated, she has reported good news but not bad news, so she has had very little contact with her parents this year. Song Xin originally wanted to tell them about her becoming a mutant, but seeing the situation of these children, she suddenly dared not.

The love of parents is not unconditional. Seeing the situation of these children, Song Xin felt faintly afraid—she became afraid to test her parents' feelings for her.

In the afternoon, Song Xin went to the newspaper office to hold a small meeting, where she summed up her experience and lessons. Several leaders from other departments attended the meeting. Editor-in-chief Luo Changluo proposed a bold concept to them.

"Xavier School is preparing an exchange program. The duration is said to be half a month, not long." Editor-in-Chief Luo said to the leaders: "It's not expensive, and they even have subsidies within the school. I want to send Song Xin to take a look. , maybe you can make something interesting.”

Overseas mutants sounded like a cool and interesting subject, and the leaders nodded after thinking about it for a while.

——Please do something interesting.those people said.

What are the so-called interesting things?Song Xin scratched her head blankly, sat in the dormitory and turned on the lamp, and wrote the application for overseas exchange. While writing, she wondered why there was a strange non-disclosure agreement—it was still about the confidentiality of the school's location. What is the school's appeal? What?Why do you want to communicate if you don't want others to know where?

This school called 'Hogwarts' is really amazing - Song Xin thought blankly, but the existence of 'wizards' itself is also very unscientific.

After she finished filling out the form, she turned the page and saw that Madeleine had pasted a sticker on the back of the form: Hand it in to dormitory 208 on the second floor after writing.

208 bedroom area on the second floor.

Song Xin dawdled with the mobile phone application form, and went downstairs wearing a T-shirt and shorts. The shorts were the same style as Ge You's broken flowers. They were extremely rustic. Song Xin bought them on eBay.

Most of the rooms on the second floor are occupied by seniors from the school. Song Xin knocked on the door of 208 with her proof materials and forms. Down, and then the door creaked open.

Logan poked his head out and said in surprise, "Oh? It's you?"

When Song Xin saw that it was Luo Gen, her face flushed immediately, she wished she could burn the same style of Ge You's small flower to ashes, and said falteringly: "Yes, it's me, I'll hand in—the application form."

"Well." Logan Howlett stepped aside: "Come in, and fill out the registration form here."

Song Xin's brain short-circuited when she saw that action, and said, "Lonely, lonely man and widow live together in the same room, in the middle of the night, you, me, love, concubine, these words! They can all be spelled together! Is it not good for us to be like this?"

Logan: "..."

Logan: "Kid, you write outside."

Song Xin's circuit suddenly returned to normal: "No, no, no! You pretend I didn't say anything!"

Logan said in frustration: "Forget it, I just thought your mouth was better. Come in."

Logan stepped aside and opened the door. He lived in a single room, and it was a little messy inside. There were some marks made by steel claws on the table, and there was a strong, territorial atmosphere of male animals.

Song Xin kicked herself ten feet in grief and anger in her heart - Song Xin, you seem like a fool, how can you even fart like this!

Logan pulled out the form for her, and Song Xin looked at the form cautiously for a while, and judged nervously: "I need to fill out this form myself."

Logan asked, "Is there any other reason for me to let you in?"

Song Xin was categorical: "No! Of course not! Do your own thing!"

Then Song Xin quickly sat down at the table. After filling it out for a long time, she suddenly realized that the name on the top of the registration form was actually Logan's own name: Logan James Howlett.

Song Xin rubbed her paws: "Logan, are you going to England too? Great Britain!"

Logan glanced at Song Xin, and said flatly: "—Yes. I'm the one who takes you."

The author has something to say: Ah! !Finished!

Thanks to Qing Mumu for mine and Erzi for the nutrient solution!

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