[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

Wolverine Reports

Song Xin stands at the airport in London. London's Heathrow Airport was built in 1946 and has a history of nearly 70 years.Song Xin dragged her suitcase and stood at the airport, feeling as if she had passed away.

It's only been two weeks, Song Xin thought, whether it's her or the world, but earth-shaking changes have taken place.

Half a blood-red banner hangs at the gate of an international departure station at the airport, and the words 'SALEM' (Salem) are faintly visible. The staff stood on a high stool and tore off the banner forcefully.

Salem?

Song Xin remembered a famous witch trial she had read as an extra-curricular book. The trial lasted for more than a year, and the local government even set up a special trial court for it.The case happened in 1692. The cause was that the pastor's daughter had dancing sickness, but the doctors who came to treat her claimed that 'this was caused by witchcraft', so they ordered the pastor's daughter to identify the witch who cast a spell on her.

However, dancing sickness is contagious, uncontrolled fungal disease spreads among people, and more and more people begin to have this symptom, and people start to panic, thinking that demons are walking in the world.They set up a special trial court to try witches themselves. By the time they were banned by the authorities in the second year, nineteen innocent women had been hanged, and one was stoned to death.

The staff member sighed: "This group of rioters came to put up banners at two or three o'clock in the morning today, but they didn't catch them at all... What's the point of this kind of banner?"

Another person said: "It's a very difficult time, it's better not to guess what they mean."

"That can't be posted at the airport!" The person wearing the work badge said angrily: "There are so many people coming and going here, and it's an international terminal. It's embarrassing to leave the country! Strengthen security measures from tonight!"

Someone in the distance shouted loudly: "Look, I will cause the flood to flood the earth and destroy the whole world—everything that has flesh and breath on the earth will die!"

The crowd there was excited, and the man wearing the work badge angrily pulled the security guard in that direction.Song Xin stared blankly, and then Luo Gen put an arm around Song Xin's waist.

"Don't look." Logan said without squinting: "Follow me to print the boarding pass. Those people have brain problems."

Song Xin nodded blankly. Logan didn't care about other people's eyes, and took Song Xin to print the boarding pass. The light in the airport seemed to be bright and clean, and the students were waiting behind.

Song Xin asked: "Is it...today is their press conference, I mean CIA?"

Logan nodded and said: "Yes, it should be when we are on the plane—we can watch the broadcast after we get off the plane."

Song Xin nodded.

Then Song Xin went through the customs and went to the duty-free shop to pick up the new mobile phone she bought online. When she picked up the goods, she somehow felt that it was good to have money.

If she lost her mobile phone when she was still in college, Song Xin would definitely call the police with tears in her nose, and then communicate with her parents with a sense of guilt to buy a new mobile phone.But after work, although she is still struggling, Song Xin will not be so lonely and helpless after losing her mobile phone.

Logan asked, "You still bought the exact same phone?"

Song Xin laughed and said: "Well, system backup is one aspect - another aspect is that you can pretend that your last phone is still intact. But it's a pity, the money was originally intended to replace myself with a computer Yes, my old laptop batteries are dead."

Logan smiled and said, "What do you want?"

Song Xin looked at Logan, blushed slightly, and asked, "I never thought that one day Wolverine...would discuss this issue with me. Probably because the environment at Hogwarts was too unreal... When I suddenly came back to the real world, I felt...a little...blush...like a dream."

Logan rubbed Song Xin's hair with his big hands, and coaxed a child: "Little friend, you think too much. I never thought that I would date an X-Men fan."

Song Xin said with a smile: "Although I am very fraternal! But I am a wolf fan in essence!"

Logan: "Just pretend."

……

Song Xin and Luo Gen were strolling around the waiting area, Song Xin looked at a store and murmured: "All the imitation shops have opened here! Are all the imitation games so powerful now..."

Logan looked up and was a little embarrassed. In the airport waiting area, there was a shop dedicated to toy toys, mainly hottoys, filled with all kinds of Avengers DC heroes, among which Iron Man was the most, gold and green. Blue ones and red ones, as well as Batman minifigures, Spiderman minifigures, and Captain America models—all kinds of versions, on top of a bunch of colorful little people’s cabinets, in the middle of the cabinets there is one wearing a yellow tights, with long hair on his head. muscular man with horns.

Song Xin was silent for a while, then said firmly: "I really want to go shopping, please."

Logan: "..."

Logan took out his sunglasses, put one on the bridge of his nose, and dragged Song Xin in.

Song Xin: "Speaking of which, I haven't seen you wearing a yellow tights yet. Have you really worn it?"

Logan Howlett flicked Song Xin's head. Song Xin covered her forehead in pain and said aggrievedly: "Just pass it through, what's the shame! My favorite is King Kong." The wolf is wearing yellow tights, although I think the color scheme is shit..."

Logan said, "Shut up."

"Tony Stark is too sloppy!" Song Xin puffed up her face and said, "Only his HT is made according to his own face, only his is authorized, the others are not dare to do it like a real person Same... tsk, he looks quite handsome."

Logan said, "Neither did I."

Song Xin nodded resentfully: "I know."

Song Xin covered her face in shame: "—Boss, anyway, if you... come to my house... Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything!"

Logan: "?"

Song Xin blushed and said, "...You... you'll know when you come, don't laugh at me."

The shop clerk stared at Logan. Logan Howlett was not afraid at all. He was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans with folded cuffs, revealing his strong forearms. The shirt was open, and the vest showed strong muscles.

Then the clerk in the toy store turned his eyes away, Song Xin stood on tiptoe, and whispered to Logan, "He will probably never know that Wolverine actually visited his toy store in his life!"

Logan laughed and said, "Are you naive?"

Song Xin shook her head with a smile, and pinched a little Wolverine from the side.

Logan looked at the small non-woven pendant, and asked heartbrokenly: "Can you stop being obsessed with this... such a shameful thing?"

Song Xin pinched the little yellow Wolverine, and fiddled with the soft little paws sewn in the non-woven fabric, smiling until her eyes became crescent moons.

"Where's the shame?" Song Xin raised the little man with a smile: "It's obviously very cute! ——It's decided, I'll buy two, and one of them will be given to you! You have to hang it on your bag!"

"I'm going to be laughed at by the students, kid," Logan said.

Song Xin said righteously: "Whoever laughs at you, I will hate that!"

Then Song Xin took out her bag, and she felt very complicated...

"The kidnapper walked away with me...my wallet." Song Xin said in a heartbroken voice, "...I forgot."

Logan took two little non-woven Wolverines from Song Xin's hands, sighed, paid with his card, and then slipped one of them to Song Xin.

Song Xin said thoughtfully: "Actually, I have given you a lot of money since I was a child."

Logan Howlett: "...buy less merchandise. Especially when real people are around you."

Then Logan laughed as if remembering something, held Song Xin's hand, and dragged the squeaky Song Xin away.

"Passengers taking flight QS5634 to New York, please pay attention. Your flight is now boarding..." An inorganic female voice echoed in the waiting hall. Song Xin hurriedly dragged her suitcase and followed Luo Root steps.

The plane they took broke through the clouds, and under the clouds, the ocean was like rose gold.

Song Xin turned on the computer and was about to sort out the recent notes. When she opened the word document, she paused and said to Logan: "I just remembered, Logan, when you first met me, you said you hated me. eyes."

Luo Gen reached out and touched Song Xin's head. Song Xin's head was round, and the back of her head was when Song Xin's mother slept on a three-kilogram hardcover printed paper called Materials and Semiconductors when she was just born. went in.

Logan smiled and said, "Unhappy?"

Song Xin didn't have the character to care about such things, she shook her head honestly, and said to Logan: "I want to know why you were so hostile to me at that time..."

Luo Gen gently pinched Song Xin's neck. Her neck was sensitive, and her face immediately turned red like a hibiscus flower.

"I hate reporters." Logan said gently: "Most of them tell stories, add fuel to the life of me and the people I know, and distort it out of context, and your eyes..."

Logan lifted Song Xin's fair face and forced Song Xin to look at him.

The girl's eyes are black and white, clear, soft and clean.

"...worse than them." Logan rubbed Song Xin's cheek and said hoarsely: "Students who have just graduated have not yet had time to enter the big dye vat of society, so the pen will not lie, so what they write is true Yes, it sucks."

Song Xin said puzzledly: "How can I be so powerful... Wait, that's why you really hated me from the beginning!"

Logan said in a rough voice: "Yes."

Song Xin immediately felt aggrieved: "You don't even refute, I'm so sorry for you—"

At that moment, the plane passed through the clouds, and the sky light and cloud shadows changed and overlapped.And Luo Gen pulled Song Xin's face and kissed her.

This kiss was grapefruit-flavored, Song Xin thought in a daze, Luo Gen should have just eaten a piece of grapefruit-flavored candy in her bag.

It's raining in New York.

The moderate rain did not affect the landing of the plane, but the sky was cloudy, with cumulonimbus clouds weighing heavily on the city, and the rain continued.

Song Xin rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked out of the cabin. Logan helped her pull the luggage. Song Xin was so sleepy that she carried her bag vaguely. It was getting dark. The direction of the arrival gate is full of large screens, and there are endless advertisements on the screens-especially the two things of watches and famous cars.

Song Xin rubbed her eyes and looked at the time, it was 4:03 pm.

Song Xin turned her head to look at the team, only to feel that the people were vague, and she couldn't tell where Logan and his party were from such a long distance, so she had to go through the customs with the form and passport.

The line out of the customs was unexpectedly long, and when Song Xin was finally in line, Song Xin was already dozing off from sleepiness.

The person who received her was a middle-aged woman with red hair. She had probably just spent a long and hard afternoon, and she was just as drowsy as Song Xin.The staff member still had a cup of espresso on hand, she gasped when she took the passport, and then showed a formulaic smile to Song Xin.

Everything is so normal, Song Xin thought, nothing happened, just like flying to New York from China every summer when she was in college.

The middle-aged woman flipped through Song Xin's red passport and fumbled for the seal when she gave a sudden pause.

She looked at Song Xin's ID photo on the passport, then looked up at Song Xin herself, and asked a sentence Song Xin had never heard before for the first time: "Are you Song Xin...?"

Song Xin was slightly taken aback, then nodded subconsciously, not knowing why this person would ask such a question.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, raindrops were falling, and the press conference had just ended.

She stared blankly at Song Xin for a moment, as if Song Xin was a jackfruit who could walk, and then, like waking up from a dream, she stamped her passport with a bang.

A person in charge was startled when he heard the name 'Song Xin', but he immediately said angrily: "Why did you put the seal on it! It's against the regulations——"

Song Xin was at a loss: "Ah? My visa is fine, isn't it just this process..."

"No, miss." The person in charge said to her calmly: "You need to register as a mutant before you can enter the country. Please follow me. We have a medical team here and may need to draw blood."

The author has something to say: Thanks to Xia Yu, Yan Ni, and Amber for mine!

Thank you for handing in the blank papers, Jing Xingxing from the Baji family, flower drums, knocking for thousands of years, no matter how much you cry, you still can’t see the name of the noodles...and.The nutrient solution irrigated by Can Zhen to the author Xiao Nei Nei (...)...

I QAQ, I probably didn't write a crash...