[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

1.

At twelve o'clock at night, on the first floor of Xavier School, the night was dark, the statue of Cupid was lying on the floor, and the air was full of embarrassing Benga dancing tango.

Song Xin: "...would you believe me if I said I fell from upstairs?"

Logan Howlett said: "If you lie to a child, someone will believe it."

The gears in Song Xin's mind were creaking, and she lay on the ground trying to find a way for herself: "The thing is like this, I'm going to go outside to see the moon—"

Logan sighed, didn't bother to ask any more answers, pulled Song Xin up from the ground, and asked, "Is there any injury?"

Song Xin's face turned red, and she whispered without thinking, "No, no..."

Then Song Xin staggered as soon as her foot touched the ground.

——Song Xin, 22 years old, unlucky like a shadow.

My ankle is sprained now.

Logan said helplessly: "Next time, think carefully before answering, kid."

Then Logan asked again: "Is the ankle bad? I'll take you to the infirmary."

Song Xin only took 0.1 second to think this time: How could Wolverine not go to the infirmary on his own initiative?With such an opportunity in front of her, how could she be as shy as the heroine in a Jinjiang romance novel ten years ago?Song Xin immediately stamped herself: 21st century flirtatious bitch.

Song Xin replied decisively: "It feels very serious!"

Logan stared at Song Xin for a moment, then laughed, and said to Song Xin, "Okay."

Then Logan helped up the decorative pillar, and put Cupid, who was about to break the arrow, back on the pillar. Everything returned to its place, and asked gently: "How do you want to get there?"

The coquettish bitch Song Xin immediately disappeared without a trace. Song Xin blushed and stammered, "I, I, I, I think it's good for me to crawl over..."

Logan Howlett sneered and hugged Song Xin.

Song Xin: "!!!"

Logan seemed unaware that this was a princess hug, and asked teasingly: "Little friend, why do you always answer my questions without thinking?"

Song Xin's cheeks were flushed, she was about to bleed, but she still held on and said, "Big, maybe it's because I don't have enough brains..."

Logan smiled: "Oh."

The night wind was carrying cumulonimbus clouds across the field, and the wind with rain and mist blew up the lattice curtains.

Logan opened the door of the infirmary, and then put Song Xin on the flat hospital bed, and then Logan went to search for available medicines. The lights in the infirmary were half turned on, and there was a moment of silence outside the window, followed by a thunderstorm.

Song Xin whispered under the sound of the rain: "Why are you there?"

Logan didn't answer, he opened the refrigerator and took out an ice pack: "Take off your shoes."

Song Xin didn't expect Logan to give an answer. This kind of question was like asking why a mountain didn't escape when it was pouring rain.

Song Xin kicked her flip flops. In fact, her twisted ankle was relatively light, but it was a little swollen and reddened. Song Xin blushed a little when she remembered her decisive sentence of 'feeling very serious'.

It doesn't matter, just try to deny it, the worst is to say that I have rough skin and thick flesh, in fact the injury is very serious, but I just can't tell it - Song Xin thought shamelessly.

Then Logan came over with alcohol and iodine.

Before Song Xin groaned, Logan raised his hand and said, "Your knee is scratched."

Song Xin shivered when she saw the iodine, but she didn't dare to make a mistake. Logan treated Song Xin's wound quickly, then rubbed some alcohol on her hands, and rubbed Song Xin's red and hot ankle.

Song Xin's ankles were white and slender, and the bones of her feet were beautiful and distinct. Logan squatted in front of the bed and roughly rubbed her ankles. After a while, he said, "Actually, I'm not very good at treating wounds."

Song Xin grinned her teeth in pain, her calf twitched and wanted to retract, and said in a low voice, "I, I probably know why...you don't need it."

Logan replied indifferently: "Yes."

Song Xin: "Actually, I have a question that I have been curious about since I was a child..."

Logan raised an eyebrow: "Say?"

Song Xin's ankle was rubbed red, and she asked with a trembling voice, "Logan, you...do you hurt when you get hurt?"

"It hurts." Logan replied flatly: "It's just getting used to it, after all these years."

Song Xin suddenly felt unspeakable discomfort.

However, Logan raised his head, rubbed Song Xin's ankle with his warm palm, and asked her calmly, "My little friend, does it hurt?"

The sky outside the window seemed to be leaking. At that time, the thunder passed through the plains and the rainwater flowed into the rivers.

Song Xin answered in a low voice but honestly: "...I don't know."

What kind of existence is Wolverine, and what kind of existence are mutants?

They have no godhead, and unlike Captain America and Wonder Woman, who have become symbols of the American spirit, they are essentially mortals.

They seem to represent racial discrimination and exclusion. They are a minority and ordinary heroes.

Wolverine will not age and has outstanding self-healing ability, but he is only a person, and such a person will bleed when injured, and it will hurt when the steel claws break the skin between the fingers.

Behind the strength in the comics is a person who has been scarred and cocooned for hundreds of years.

On the day Song Xin's topic was handed in, the editor-in-chief Luo Changluo expressed her approval for Song Xin's work for the first time.

Editor-in-chief Luo has always been a very tolerant and joking person outside of his professional scope, but when it comes to work, he is quite serious and rarely gives any compliments.Of course, it was largely because he "managed a group of Tang children, including Song Xin" - said when he was drunk.

He himself is indeed outstanding, so the Tang children under him can't even refute. Since entering the job, the biggest affirmation Song Xin has received in terms of work is what Editor-in-Chief Luo said:

"Next time, eat less Bawang chicken strips."

As for why this is considered a compliment, that is another matter.

Song Xin stood in Editor Luo's office surrounded by glass. Editor Luo took off his glasses, nodded to Song Xin and said, "The final school is over, there is no need to change it, it's good."

Song Xin was so happy that she was about to jump up, her face flushed with excitement, and she asked, "Editor-in-chief, have you finally approved of me!"

Editor-in-Chief Luo rubbed the center of his brows, then put his glasses back on: "That's not true."

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin looked like an eggplant beaten by frost, Editor-in-Chief Luo couldn't bear to encourage him again: "But it's a little bit better than before, let's make persistent efforts."

"That's recognition!" Song Xin whispered, "Tomorrow I'm going to that academic exchange in England."

Editor-in-Chief Luo looked at the calendar and said, "You have to be a little nervous when you get there. With such a great opportunity, do more interviews. Well, Song Xin—the following is my personal suggestion."

Song Xin nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"

Editor-in-Chief Luo immediately got along a lot better, and said with a smile: "It's rare to travel, work is important, and don't forget to play."

Song Xin asked with a smile: "Then do you want to bring something?"

Editor-in-Chief Luo smiled and said, "No need, young man. I've oppressed you enough, go and have fun."

Song Xin happily agreed.

Then Editor-in-Chief Luo suddenly said, "Song Xin."

Song Xin was carrying her bag and was about to go out to have fun. Hearing this, when she turned around, Editor-in-Chief Luo said solemnly: "Now I'm taking you, pointing out the direction for you, supporting you along the way, and telling you what can be done here, and what can be done there." Do, guide you, help you."

Song Xin's eyes widened in a daze: "...Huh?"

Editor-in-Chief Luo said, "Have you ever played games?"

Song Xin whispered: "Yes, I have played."

Editor-in-Chief Luo said gently: "And the further you go, the more you'll find that I'm just the village head of Xinshou Village, an NPC who guides the way."

Song Xin looked at Editor-in-Chief Luo in confusion.

Editor-in-Chief Luo: "Song Xin, you have to feel it, open your eyes, and find what you really care about and what you really want to write about."

"Then pull them out and expose them to the sun." Editor-in-Chief Luo said calmly, "News is not doing charity or showing sympathy, but changing the world."

Song Xin didn't understand.

Editor-in-Chief Luo smiled and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses slightly, and the whole office smelled of ink.Editor-in-Chief Luo is not tall, even a little skinny. Wearing a suit and tie, he said to Song Xin: "Everything you write down and approve of is a vote for the world you want."

"Xiner, you will realize this sooner or later." Editor-in-Chief Luo said calmly, "—but not now."

Song Xin stuffed the last T-shirt with King Carp printed on it into the suitcase.At that time, the street lamps in Westchester Manor came on one after another, and the lights cast a golden and soft light on the white gauze curtains.

Madeleine asked, "What time is the flight tomorrow?"

Song Xin thought for a while, then said with a smile, "10:30 in the morning."

Madeleine said: "Anyway——I want you to bring me some fun things back, and buy me the one that has become popular recently at the duty-free shop...YSL407?"

Song Xin smiled and nodded: "Yes. Of course I don't guarantee it."

Madeleine groaned and lay back on the bed.

Song Xin reminded like an old mother: "You have to wash your clothes on time, anyway, you just throw them into the washing machine—I don't want you to fill the bathtub with mushrooms when I come back."

Madeleine hummed: "I know, I know—"

Song Xin said sharply again: "Air fresheners are harmful to the human body! If you eat something, you have to throw it out every day. Don't use air fresheners to suppress the smell! I'm so afraid that this place will become a mushroom farm after I come back..."

Madeleine: "Are you an old lady, Song Xin? It's only been two weeks, what else can I do?"

Song Xin said: "I'm worried about you, you have a criminal record - to be honest, when I was watching Big Hero [-], Stan Lee came out to make a cameo at the end, and said to the boy with the hat: 'Our father and son are the same ! We can wear the underwear front and back, left side, right side, left side upside down, right side upside down'..."

Madeleine yelled, "It's disgusting! I wouldn't do that!"

Song Xin breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Madeleine: "Speaking of which, why are you breathing a sigh of relief! You're really annoying—"

Then Madeleine suddenly reacted, showing a spring smile: "Forget it, forget it. Don't I have to forgive you like an old father? Besides, it's your big day tomorrow, so I wish you well in advance. Happy honeymoon, Mrs. Howlett."

Song Xin screamed in shame: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Madeleine laughed smugly, Song Xin blushed to the point of bleeding, and fell into the blanket like an ostrich.

The light in the dormitory is warm, with the gentle dim yellow of the eighteenth century.

Madeleine lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling for a while, then said worriedly:

"Song Xin?" Madeleine said, "...you have to be careful there."

Song Xin looked up suspiciously: "Huh?"

"I always felt like ... something was going to happen," Madeleine said.

Song Xin grinned: "What, you think too much, what can happen?"

"I don't know..." Madeleine said blankly, "But you'd better be careful, Song Xin, I don't want anything to happen to you."

2.

New York, USA, JFK International Airport, 07:30 in the morning.

Since the airport was built, it has been used for more than 70 years, and there are nine terminals alone.At this moment, Song Xin was looking with mixed emotions at several persons in charge who had pulled up the banner of 'Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters Overseas Exchange' - including one from the UK, who introduced himself as Neville Longbottom. Very unreliable.

Song Xin was wearing a yellow T-shirt with a huge X printed on it. It was the team uniform for this exchange. From the general manager Logan to ordinary students, they all wore this shirt, which made people feel that the designer had aesthetic problems. T-shirts.

...Why is this happening?Song Xin's mood was very complicated, and this kind of complexity reached its peak when she found that Logan took out the assembly horn and started calling for the boys to assemble and prepare to pass the security check.

Song Xin: "..."

It's really an orthodox study tour, Song Xin thought, it's too orthodox, even mutants follow this routine.

For this overseas exchange, the principals of Xavier School are Logan Howlett and Jean Gray.Among them, Qin was replaced. It is said that the person in charge should be Cyclops Scott, but after weighing the pros and cons, Professor Charles felt that Scott’s ability would be difficult to deal with if his castle was destroyed, so he changed the place. became a piano.

The huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the airport are transparent and bright, with a strong sense of modern design, giving people a sense of alienation and indifference.

Qin shouted from a distance: "Assemble, assemble! Our procedures have taken a long time, and we are about to go through the security check now!"

People cast strange glances, and Song Xin felt very uncomfortable, so she hurriedly followed.

Song Xin has always known that the procedures for mutants to go abroad are very troublesome, but this is the first time she has personally experienced this.

Kennedy Airport even opened a special security channel to check the three teachers and a dozen students. As an ordinary citizen, Song Xin saw such a big battle for the first time. A sense of honor in the chief's office.

Logan said indifferently: "... just get used to it."

Then he asked Song Xin again: "You haven't registered the mutant registration form, have you?"

Song Xin's back went numb when she heard the form, and she made up her mind that if she was asked to register, she would have a fight with that Wallace, and said honestly, "I haven't registered before."

Logan: "Then you follow me, and I will explain it to them when the blood test is done, and you can live as an ordinary person."

blood test?Need a blood test?Song Xin nodded slightly, and cautiously followed behind Logan.

There are at least a dozen SWATs standing in the security inspection channel——Special Weapons and Tactics Police, or Armed SWAT for short, is an elite-level anti-violence and anti-terrorism special law enforcement unit.There were also several young men in uniform who checked them.The passageway was illuminated with miserable white light from top to bottom. Logan sighed and walked through the metal detection door.

"Beep——" the metal detector door suddenly issued an alarm-level volume!The surrounding SWAT shuddered suddenly, and looked at Logan with piercing eyes!

Logan raised his eyebrows and asked in a bad tone: "What are you looking at?"

"Have you ever seen a metal skeleton?" Logan said angrily, "Don't look for it!"

The person in charge of the security check hurriedly explained to the policemen: "This person is quite special...is Mr. Wolverine Logan James Howlett? You can pass, there is no abnormality."

Logan took his bag and left indifferently.

Then the security officer said to Song Xin friendly, "Please go through the security check."

Song Xin obediently walked through the detection door. The detection door didn't even ring. The security inspector picked up the detector and checked it again. While checking, he asked, "Are you the special reporter from the Surprise News Agency?"

Song Xin froze for a moment, then nodded, "Yes... yes."

The security staff smiled and said, "I wish you success in your work."

Then the security staff quietly stuffed an envelope into Song Xin's bag.

Song Xin didn't notice. She looked at the exit passage and the temporary blood collection room, and her mind was full of chaotic thoughts.

Then Song Xin went through the security check smoothly without encountering any obstacles.

On the way, the SWATs didn't even give her a look. They stared at the students behind her, Jean and that Neville Longbottom the whole time, as if they were staring at social unrest.

Song Xin picked up her bag from the basket in a daze, put the canvas backpack on her back, and ran after Logan.

The windows in the waiting hall were clear and clean. People looked down at their phones or iPads. Song Xin checked her boarding pass and finally found the place where Logan was sitting.

Logan looked the same as usual, he just flipped through the newspaper boredly, waiting for the students to come over one by one.

Like a poet's song, the golden sun shines into the cold waiting hall, and Logan sits in the center of that beam of light.

Without saying a word, Song Xin ran to Luo Gen and sat down beside Logan with her schoolbag on her back.

Logan: "..."

Song Xin touched her nose trying to hide it, and explained, "I'm familiar with you."

Logan Howlett smiled: "Then sit down."

Song Xin smiled and nodded, then asked seriously as if thinking of something again: "Speaking of which, why do you need to draw blood?"

Logan was blinded by the sun, squinted and put on sunglasses, and said to Song Xin: "To check if you have taken any illegal drugs. Even stimulants are counted, because they assume that you have anti-social tendencies—don't talk about drugs." , even some heart drugs need to be reported.”

Song Xin was taken aback: "...so much?"

Logan said: "Because the blood test results take a long time, we can board the plane and leave the country before the results come out, but if there is something abnormal about us after the blood test results come out-then there are two ways to go: Convince them why on earth you're not normal, make sure you're not dangerous — or deport."

Logan Howlett shook the newspaper and said casually: "... Having said so much, you can understand it as the treatment of addicts."

Song Xin was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

Logan concluded: "So the registration of mutants can be delayed, and if you can't register, you can't register. You are very lucky, kid."

Song Xin couldn't believe it: "...They actually did such a thing?"

"...Say, talk about freedom and equality..." Song Xin could hardly accept it: "...Why is this happening? Even if KFC's chicken is killed, there will be protests..."

Logan turned a page of the newspaper and said calmly, "Kids, think less, and life will be easier."

Song Xin stared at the tips of her shoes for a moment, then stared blankly holding her schoolbag.

……

People came one after another, and these thirteen people actually went through the security check for more than an hour, but everyone looked as if they were used to it.

Song Xin just felt that this was wrong, and she thought of the mutant detector in Robert Wallace's office that sounded a piercing siren, and the "Please come and register as mutants, the country and you "Together" advertisement, thinking of those armed special police, as if looking at terrorists, Song Xin thought, this is wrong.

……

Then a SWAT came running in their direction.

Song Xin was afraid that the special policeman was here to find trouble, so she poked Logan a little: "Are they still following here to monitor?"

Logan looked up from the newspaper, wondering: "No. What's wrong?"

Song Xin pointed to the special policeman, and Logan pushed the sunglasses, lowered the newspaper, and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

- Wolverine is a hard bone, everyone wants to recruit him, but recruiting him has a price.He is the last person you want to mess with in a team, and the iron plate you never want to kick.Song Xin thought of this comment inexplicably, and then she saw that special policeman stopped.

The SWAT ran over and said to Wolverine, "Sir?"

Wolverine asked angrily, "What's wrong?"

The special police officer was very embarrassed and said: "...I was very embarrassed just now...but that is my job."

Logan: "Huh?"

Then he shyly took out a notebook that he carried with him: "Mr. Wolverine, I have liked your series of comics since I was a child, can you sign me?"

Logan paused, took the notebook and the pen, and signed a flamboyant name on it.

The special police asked for a photo of Zhang and Wolverine again, and left happily, the tense atmosphere just now was gone.

Song Xin: "..."

Looking at Song Xin who seemed to be very shocked, Logan couldn't bear it and said: "...This is also normal, but your worry is not unreasonable, it's okay."

Song Xin said heartbrokenly: "...the first time I asked you for an autograph, you didn't even give it to me."

Logan: "..."

Song Xin said aggrievedly: "...and you don't even pay attention to it...you are so kind to wild fans, there is no such thing, you are too much of you."

Logan: "...What I'm struggling with is this..."

Logan Howlett: "Here's the notebook."

Song Xin opened her schoolbag to find a notebook, and then a white envelope that she had never seen before floated down.

3.

Jean Gray asked amusedly, "What happened to be so happy?"

Song Xinle said earnestly, "I'm about to get an autograph!"

Qin smiled and said, "It's nice to be young, go ahead and board the plane."

Song Xin ran across the boarding gate, walked through the safe passage, and sat down in her seat.

Song Xin is different from ordinary students. Strictly speaking, she is not a student, so her boarding pass was printed with the three persons in charge. There was soothing light music playing in the cabin. Song Xin sat by the window, ready to welcome Upcoming, seven-hour flight.

The seven-hour flight is actually a trivial matter for Song Xin. After so many years of repeated 20-hour round trips, and even more than 36 hours of domestic round-trips with layovers, Song Xin knows how to spend the flight time happily. She pulled out the MUJI Neck Pillow, a must-have item for flying that she had treasured for four years.

She tugged and saw the envelope again. Song Xin paused for a moment before stuffing the envelope into her schoolbag.

Song Xin packed her luggage by herself, and that envelope was obviously an afterthought. There was probably no one else who could stuff this kind of envelope into Song Xin's bag when going through customs, except for that guy Wallace.

There is absolutely nothing good in this envelope.Song Xin thought to herself, being caught by Robert was definitely one of the most unlucky things this year.

People entered the cabin one after another, and people put their luggage. Logan sat down next to Song Xin and turned off his cell phone. Song Xin sat next to Logan, feeling sweaty palms.

Logan asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Song Xin whispered: "...It's nothing. Are you listening to music? I brought headphones."

Logan smiled, took Song Xin's earphones, and stuffed one side into his ear.

Song Xin put on the other earphone, and the lonely and empty piano music flowed from the earphone, like the gentle blooming stars in the universe.

Song Xin said: "——this song is called ForRiver."

Logan: "To the river?"

Song Xin shook her head and said, "It's not... To Liv, it's a very strange name. It's an episode in a game... Does it sound good?"

Logan nodded: "Yes."

The announcement started on the plane, and the plane headed for the runway.

"Actually, that game is a story drawn out of lies." Song Xin sat in the ever-changing sunshine of the cabin and said, "The composer in the game has loved Liv all his life, but when he came into contact with Liv, he had ulterior motives. The beginning of her life was not pure at all, and she never understood what Liv wanted..."

The more Song Xin talked, the more guilty she felt. The story she told seemed to be talking about herself, so she had to divert the topic aside: "Anyway, it's a very good single-player game. It took me four hours to clear the level. The music is nice, right?"

Logan smiled and said, "Not bad."

The plane started to accelerate suddenly, due to the inertia, Song Xin fell backwards with a bang, and immediately fell with a squeak.

Logan stretched out his hand to support his head, looked at her with a half-smile and said, "Little friend?"

Song Xin blushed, hugged the neck pillow, and looked at Luo Gen in a daze.

Logan's eyes were deep, eyes like dark green emeralds, looking at Song Xin like a lover, Song Xin asked tremblingly: "What, what's wrong?"

Luo Gen approached Song Xin, with an extremely aggressive masculine aura approaching suddenly, and Song Xin's ears turned red.

"On your nose," Logan said seriously, "there's ashes."

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin wanted to open the window and jump out, but Logan laughed out loud, took out a tissue and gave it to Song Xin to signal her to clean it up.

Flying across time zones is like traveling through time and space. Song Xin saw the rose-like sea, the golden light of the setting sun broke through the clouds, and the mountain-like sea of ​​clouds in the distance was undulating.

Song Xin lay on the window watching the sunset, Logan fell asleep on the seat beside her, tens of thousands of feet below was the magnificent ocean surface of the Atlantic Ocean, the snow-white waves were like silk ribbons, Song Xin was dazed by the golden sun , but felt that the scenery was extremely beautiful, so he took out his phone and snapped two pictures.

The cabin was quiet, and most people were fast asleep. Song Xin pressed her forehead against the transparent window, and felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—she took out her mobile phone and took two pictures of Wolverine .

Is this considered stealing?Song Xin thought carefully, then flipped through the photos she had taken, and felt very heartbroken.

It was really ugly, no wonder Madeleine was willing to be interviewed and unwilling to be photographed——Song Xin managed to take two more photos, and found that the problem probably lies with the photographer.

It must be their original appearance!Song Xin made up her mind to deny the fact that her photography skills were rubbish, and stuffed her mobile phone back into her schoolbag.

Then she felt that her hand touched something hard.

Song Xin took out the hard object, it was still the letter.

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin sighed, turned her head and saw that Wolverine was indeed sleeping, and then Song Xin opened the letter.

Robert Wallace's letter was very brief:

'Please pay attention to Hogwarts, I need all their information. '

……

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin held back her mmp.

All information, all information, you should go and see how persecution paranoia is compared to intelligence! The CIA is so boring that it even wants to intervene in the school affairs of other countries. Is capitalism finished!Be responsible with taxpayers money!

Song Xin stuffed the torn paper ball back into her schoolbag, took a sip of iced coffee to calm down, and then seriously thought about what to do in such a situation:

The CIA can't be fooled, but Song Xin has a conscience that she doesn't want to betray these people, whether it's Hogwarts or Xavier, so she must withstand this pressure.

Song Xin finally started to think about this matter with a rational brain:

——Song Xin has never experienced any training in intelligence work, and only signed a non-disclosure agreement: the agreement must be abided by, but since she has no background in intelligence work, Song Xin herself is rushing to the shelves—— , why Wallace thinks she can complete the task?

Song Xin weighed herself, even if she wanted to go all out, she couldn't complete it.

This is Gandhi's nonviolent disobedience.

——This kind of resistance should be enough, Song Xin thought, can they still expect a foreign student who has just graduated for a year to complete the investigation of the black widow level?

The flight departed at 10:30 in the morning, after a seven-hour flight, when it arrived in London, it was ten o'clock in the evening local time.

Heathrow Airport, London, England, at 22:14 p.m.:

It was raining heavily in London, the foggy city. Song Xin brought an umbrella with Xiong Ji on it, and was drowsy. She followed the queue and walked out of the customs. Because she was too sleepy, there were more female staff members in the inspection I looked at her twice.

After confirming that the person who slept swollenly was himself, the staff stamped his passport and smiled at Song Xin, "Miss Song, welcome to England."

Song Xin rubbed her eyes vigorously: "Thank you."

She followed the people out, the airport was spacious, Song Xin was only wearing a T-shirt, and just woke up, she was shivering from the cold.

Song Xin looked into the distance, and outside the huge floor-to-ceiling glass was a rainy city. The moment she stepped on the escalator, she suddenly remembered what Madeleine had said to her, coupled with the cold, she immediately woke up a little.

Logan: "Kid, what's the matter?"

Song Xin said vaguely, "I'm thinking about prosperity, civilization, democracy and harmony...No, superstition is wrong anyway."

Logan asked suspiciously, "Huh?"

"It's nothing." Song Xin carried her bag in front of her body, "It's just that my roommate said something to me last night... She felt that something was going to happen, and told me to be careful."

Logan: "..."

Song Xin said happily again: "But it's okay, Madeleine always likes to tease me! She likes to joke with me very much, this should be a joke, don't take it seriously."

Logan paused, then asked solemnly, "Is your roommate Madeleine Cooper?"

Song Xin nodded, "Yes."

"If that child is serious—" Logan frowned, "Then you have to be careful, her abilities are very complicated."

Song Xin's back felt cold all of a sudden: "Huh?"

"It's more complicated to explain." Logan said: "She should have shown it to you before, right? She can clearly see what happened to you in the past, although it can't be traced back for a long time."

Song Xin nodded complicatedly: "...um."

Logan Howlett took out his sunglasses and said, "The part of her ability that she doesn't want to show off is—"

"—She can also see what will happen to you in the future." Logan put the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

Song Xin almost fainted in fright.

Logan said: "You, be careful. Go."

Song Xin seemed to have heard a ghost story in which she was the main character. She was so frightened that a Koda duck frowned, and found that this matter was not simple—the world was full of pills.

……

The other side:

Neville Longbottom, who spoke very little along the way, suddenly said, "The group picking up the plane is ahead."

A group of people holding signs to pick up the plane stood by the exit, among them was a man with light blond hair who was particularly conspicuous.

Then he paused again, and said with a heavy heart: "... Huh? Why did you send him out?"

Qin heard the words and looked down the escalator, and said suspiciously: "... huh? Mr. Malfoy, what's wrong with him?"

Neville Longbottom said in a heartbroken voice: "Draco Malfoy. This person is very annoying, and I didn't intend to let him come to this kind of occasion...I didn't expect him to recommend himself successfully. Professor McGonagall was thinking What……"

Qin remembered the scene of dealing with Draco, and immediately agreed with this sentence.

Then Qin whispered: "One of our students was cast with a tongue-locking spell by him. Since then, seeing him scared to death, seeing that he can kill a carload of sunfish at a time..."

Neville was even more surprised: "He still does this kind of thing? Is this man so rotten!"

Qin Fu said: "It's true, it's true, even I couldn't solve her speechless problem. This student also participated in this study tour..."

Neville sighed, "Damn man! Where is this student?"

Qin squinted her eyes and searched. The people on the flight were mixed together on the escalator, and Song Xin couldn't be found for a while.

But that was only temporary, and then Jean saw a little unlucky guy—seeing Draco, she froze like an electric shock, and then fled towards the escalator.

Qin: "..."

Jean Gray was in a complicated mood, pointing at the unlucky guy and said, "...that's her."

……

…………

Song Xin, who was caught by Wolverine and wanted to escape, said in despair, "I—"

Logan raised his eyebrows: "Where do you think you can escape to?"

Song Xin said in despair: "...Ma, Madeleine really didn't lie to me—"

Song Xin grasped Logan's hand tremblingly with her paws, her little fingers were thin and white, as tender as a spring onion.

When Luo Gen was touched by Song Xin's little paw, his whole body went numb as if he had been electrocuted.

Then he dragged the cowardly Song Xin off the escalator.

Logan's voice was a little hoarse: "...Don't worry. I'm here."

The author has something to say: three, three in one...

The author Jun_(:з」∠)_, who almost died unexpectedly, is so vicissitudes as if he had read four Ph.Ds...

Thanks to everyone who can read this passage QAQ! !

Thanks to Axiaxia for getting out of Africa and Europe and Sunshine Angel's mine =3=! !And good luck with Brexit! !

*Fixed a small problem, the update on the 28th may be in the afternoon, but there is no guarantee _(:з」∠)_ If you don’t have it after five o’clock, don’t wait!