[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

Xiao Xinxin Observation Report

The road was full of traffic, Song Xin was wearing shorts, T-shirt and flip flops, holding Logan's hand, walking forward on the rainy sidewalk.

The rainy day in London was gray and rainy, and the rain fell into the puddles. Logan supported Song Xin in a gentlemanly manner, helping her to support her Rilakkuma umbrella, and carrying her bag along the way.

Song Xin is like a school girl, she likes to buy small things, such as this Rilakkuma umbrella and the Line rabbit pencil case, Logan looked up at the umbrella, Song Xin also looked at it, and smiled at him:

"Cute." Song Xin smiled and said, "This umbrella suits you very well."

The umbrella was light yellow, with flowers and plants and Rilakkuma on it, and it was pink and grass green. Logan held it up, feeling a little complicated.

Song Xin added: "Like Saragi Kenpachi and Yachiryu."

Logan: "???"

Song Xin said with a smile: "It's a iron-blooded man and a pink-haired kid, but it didn't end well... um. Ah, it feels so good to be back in the 21st century."

Logan pulled Song Xin back: "We are already in the 21st century—well, don't run outside."

Logan was wearing a shirt and jeans, exuding a mature charm. Standing next to the student-like Song Xin, there was an indescribable match.

Song Xin smiled and said, "Where do you want to go? Oh, I want to visit Baker Street..."

Logan nodded without looking at her: "Then go."

Song Xin was slightly taken aback: "...What's wrong?"

Logan shook his head: "Nothing."

Song Xin asked hesitantly: "I don't think your expression is right. It seems that you have other things to be busy with? If there is, we can go to that first..."

Logan Howlett shook his head: "It's all right—have you messed with anyone lately?"

Song Xin was stunned: "No... I've been staying at home for a while, and I haven't talked to anyone. At most, I stepped on a wizard's foot in Diagon Alley yesterday, but he kindly told me I'm fine. Let me not care."

Logan pondered: "I said yes. It's okay, maybe I'm too sensitive, and I always feel that there is an aura of malice."

A question mark popped up in Song Xin's head: "Yes...are you following me?"

"Yes." Logan tilted the small umbrella to cover Song Xin from the rain, but that movement was full of protection, as if he was shielding Song Xin from the malicious and prying eyes outside the umbrella.

While Song Xin was having lunch, it was still raining in London.

The muffled thunder echoed between the sky and the earth, and the big raindrops crackled on the glass. The city outside the glass seemed to be wrapped in fog and was a vast expanse of whiteness.

A sumptuous English lunch - fish and chips - was placed on the wooden table. Song Xin declined the waiter's recommendation of Stargazing Pie, and took small bites of smoked fish.

Logan: "What do you think of our two extra days in London?"

Song Xin asked suspiciously, "Eh? Why?"

Luo Gen forked a piece of bread, and said to Song Xin, "Do you still remember when I told you on the street that someone was following you here?"

Song Xin nodded blankly: "Yes, but didn't we find it..."

Logan Howlett: "—Because I didn't find it. I can't help but stay in London for two more days, and we'll go back to Hogwarts after we find out the truth here. Hogwarts has Qin will take care of it, so I don't worry about the students."

Song Xin said blankly: "...That's fine. But why would someone follow me?"

"You need to think about this question by yourself. If you have a clue, you must tell me." Logan comforted her: "Little friend, follow me these few days. I am more than enough to deal with this kind of thing. I'm afraid you can't."

"Staying in London is not to use you as a bait." Wolverine wiped his hands, poked some salad on Song Xin's plate, and said gently to her: "—staying in London is to prevent problems before they happen. Ma Deline Cooper's predictions are not a joke, and if there is a bad feeling here, it has to be addressed before it escalates to the point of no return."

Song Xin nodded in confusion, and obediently ate the salad mixed with Thousand Island dressing.

Song Xin finished eating the purple cabbage and asked Logan, "Logan, if I hide something from you, it might be a little serious—"

Logan didn't hear clearly, and asked in confusion: "Ah? Can you say it again?"

"It's okay! I didn't say anything!" Song Xin was frightened out of her wits by this sentence, she just felt that she should break up with Robert as soon as she got back - dating and writing a report is provoking someone - absolutely not Because a mere Wallace is ruined.

It was raining heavily outside the window pane, and Logan said calmly amidst the sound of the rain:

"I hate cheating." He pondered for a moment and then said, "Kid..."

Logan Howlett shook his head again, as if he felt that there was no need to say the second part of the sentence, and said to Song Xin: "Forget it."

The Thames rushes under the gray sky, and the ancient city is crossed by this river, with history and years.

This river runs through the history of England, and the north bank of this river is Westminster Abbey, which has experienced thousands of years of river wind.Among the ancient translations that Song Xin read when she was a child, most of them were translated as Westminster Abbey, and it is appropriate to say that it is the tomb.

As the river wind blew, Song Xin was holding a guide book, and Logan asked strangely, "What's so interesting about the tomb?"

Song Xin said with a smile: "Tombs are not good-looking, what is important is the solemnity of being in the same space with those corpses. You may not have this feeling, because you have seen too many... and the ones you have seen So many people deserve to have a tombstone in this place for future generations to look up to. You are also fully qualified."

Logan Howlett said awkwardly: "Look, I'm not so good—"

Song Xin shook her head: "You have."

"The tip of the pagoda of glory." Song Xin stared at the bell tower standing in the sky, and said in a daze, "—that's what the British used to call this place."

Song Xin hugged the guide book: "The princes, generals, poets, scientists, politicians, painters and everyone who deserves to be famous in history are buried here. Ordinary people like me can only buy tickets with money. With longing hearts, these people come in for a few glances, then leave in a trance, and then devote themselves to their ordinary, unremarkable daily life."

"Of course, I'm not blaming you." Song Xin added a little embarrassedly: "It's just that you... are different from me. I'm afraid you won't understand my thoughts."

"Sometimes I feel like a...monkey in front of you." Song Xin scratched her head shyly, and said to Logan: "...how can Xia Chong speak to Bing? I don't understand your life , it may be difficult for you to understand that I am a short-sighted, ordinary person with no big ambitions. Our whole life is just trying to be safe, eat what we like, and buy what we like..."

Logan: "Kids."

Song Xin blushed even more, and said shamelessly, "But... even ordinary people like us yearn for such greatness and humanity in our hearts."

"That's why I will come here." Song Xin swept away her emotions and said firmly, "What's wrong with the grave! Even if it's a mound of dirt, it's still a noble mound of dirt!"

Logan: "..."

……

Song Xin ignorantly thought of the spring when everything hadn't started yet, when everything was just sprouting, and the winter jasmine had just bloomed.At that time, Song Xin stumbled, ignorant, and clumsily searched for what she wanted to do, but no matter where she was, the world was telling Song Xin:

'Life has nothing to do with novels, poems, or dreams.To live is to keep yourself alive. '

'You don't think it's ambitious enough to keep yourself alive?The lofty ideal should be to let oneself live a little more nourishing. '

But when the summer wind blows, everything changes.

Now Logan Howlett, Wolverine - holding Song Xin's hand, leading Song Xin through the Norman buildings of thousands of years ago, the cloisters, the bell towers and the towers, through the temple and the wings, although some He didn't think so, but the gentleman and considerately brought Song Xin to the tomb and monument of the great man, and said to Song Xin:

"I've seen it." Logan stroked his thin stubble, and said to Song Xin, "He's a nice guy, and I'm glad to be on the same side as him."

Song Xin asked excitedly: "I had memorized his speech at the time! Blood, sweat and tears—does he really have a vocabulary of 12?"

Logan said: "I don't know, I didn't see that speech with my own eyes, but others should have an impression..."

"They're all great people..." Song Xin carefully touched the small sign introduced next to her, "...it's great to see them."

The air was filled with the smell of rain, and Logan held the little Rilakkuma umbrella for Song Xin, and said gently and tolerantly to Song Xin: "Little friend, you haven't lived long enough."

Song Xin nodded.

Then Song Xin looked up at Wolverine, and suddenly felt that even this scene was a fluke.

This is an acquaintance spanning 200 years—or even 300 years. It is the result of a combination of luck, chance and chance, and the future still needs so many luck and chance for them to continue to move forward hand in hand.

Song Xin thinks of the spring when everything has not yet started, and the summer that is now in progress—what about autumn?What about winter?

Then Song Xin thought about the future.

Westminster Abbey is tall and majestic, the rain passes through the bell tower like silk, and thousands of years exist like a rock between its bricks and tiles, among its carved beams and painted buildings, oppressing everyone who passes through it. people.

Logan noticed Song Xin's expression, and asked softly, "Little friend, why do you look a little sad?"

Song Xin said in embarrassment: "But, maybe I'm a little tired, I'm fine! I'm fine..."

"Stop pretending, I can't tell if you're suffering?" Logan poked her forehead with his finger, and said in a low voice: "—kid, I just said that you didn't live long enough, I didn't mean to blame you .I mean you don't realize at all...those people, and I, are just normal people in essence, no different from you."

Starbucks, it was drizzling outside, and the red phone booth stood out of place, like a relic of a previous era.

Song Xin was sitting in the coffee shop, holding a cup of hot caramel macchiato, and eating the cheesecake with a small fork.

Logan was calling elsewhere, and Song Xin picked up her mobile phone to check the Excel sheet sent to her by the editor-in-chief in the morning, and suddenly found another text message from Robert stuffed into her text box.

Robert: Song Xin, don't forget, I still have something against you.

Song Xin suddenly felt that the cake was tasteless, and she had completely lost her temper after being wheeled by Robert these days, Song Xin picked up her phone and replied: Always keep it in mind.

Robert: So have you thought about what you're going to do?

Song Xin replied irritably: No!I can't get it, and even if I got it, I'm not a highly professional intelligence officer raised by you. I'm just an ordinary reporter. What do you expect from me?

Song Xin became angrier as she talked, and replied bang bang bang: Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters is open to the public, you think Charles Xavier is acting, so you have to find someone who is irrelevant to help you investigate whether they have Armed Forces, is there any unusual dynamic, the answer is I don't know!I can't see, touch, or care to their core!Even if you kill me, I can't be Natasha Romanoff!

Robert: Don't make me make you ugly and ruin your reputation.

Song Xin thought of Xavier School for Gifted Boys and the students there, and replied angrily: I have said everything, when you sent a foreign student who had just graduated from a journalism major to Xavier School for Gifted Boys as an undercover agent, Given that you can only get this level of reporting, why do you think you hired James Bond?

Song Xin added: James Bond still needs to be paid!

Robert Wallace: You couldn't write my observation report, but your manuscript was distributed very happily.

Song Xin said with sharp teeth: That's nonsense!The world of adults is so realistic, our newspaper hired me for real money!Our editor-in-chief supports me with five thousand dollars a month!

Robert: ...

Song Xin snapped off her phone, stuffed it into her schoolbag, didn't even want to look at it again, and planned to go back to the computer at night to read Editor-in-Chief Luo's form.She was refreshed when she yelled at someone, but as for the consequences - it was another matter.

H1B, rent, mutant registration form...these problems are real and serious, but at least they are not what Song Xin wants to consider now.

The visa type is H1B, that is to say, a three-year work temporary visa, which can theoretically be renewed for three years.Even if he went to the Pentagon to show his face and Robert wanted to hold him accountable, Song Xin would still be a hooligan and beat him to death for abusing his power to restrict the personal freedom of citizens, and even illegally imprisoning him. After the incident was revealed, he became angry.

Why didn't I think of it at the time?Even being forced to sign the agreement... Song Xin scratched her head in shame, then Logan pushed open the door of Starbucks and came back to sit down.

There was Song Xin's Rilakkuma umbrella beside the sofa. He put away his phone and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter, smiling?"

Song Xin was still smiling, and tried to calm herself down, and said to Logan, "I had a fight with an annoying person."

Logan asked, "Did you win the quarrel?"

Song Xin thought for a while, then shook her head again: "——No. But I'm just happy!"

Immediately afterwards, Logan's cell phone rang again.

Logan's habits are relatively old, the habits of the previous generation-go outside to answer the phone, and don't trust the operator's signal tower.However, Song Xin noticed that Logan took out the phone, and when he saw the name on the screen, he immediately froze and pressed the call button.

Song Xin looked at Logan incomprehensibly. Logan blocked the call with his hand and explained to Song Xin in a low voice: "Professor X, it's probably urgent."

"...Well, yes, Professor. I'm with Song Xin." Logan put the phone under his shoulder, and said casually: "It's okay, someone followed me and played outside all day, but this person didn't show his feet .”

"——Please ask the mastermind this question." Logan said complicatedly: "Yes, we are dating..."

Song Xin blushed a little, amusedly thinking that it looked like an old father was calling to check his son's job.

However, in the next second, Logan's expression froze.

"Robert Wallace? The head of the CIA who's in charge of mutants?" Logan asked disgustedly, "—what the hell?"

The author has something to say: Thanks to Amber, STARK, and Can Zhen's Landmine QvQ! !

Thanks to the super invincible elementary school student for the grenade =3=! !Long time no see wow! !

Thanks to An Xia, mint_liiiiia, classmates whose names are invisible, Tuanzi, xxLivy, Go Go Go, Sha Gou, and You Bin for their nutrient solutions!Especially the last one, I saw that it filled me with fifty bottles!

Spoiler alert, Uncle Wolf is actually very strong towards Xin Xin Arrow...

And after he is finished, the chapter name of the XXX observation report will change_(:3」∠)_

In short, let’s make an advertisement for the pre-acquisition pit "She is my girl" that is going to open!

Campus sweet novel, the style probably continues the real world of this book, full of the oppression of the college entrance examination and life (who would want to read it!!)