[Comprehensive] There is a problem in this world

The next day was sunny.

The clothes in the first cloakroom were tidied up by Zhong Zixing, and they were easily stuffed into the storage room. Later, the professor filled the living room with a new batch of clothes... Anyway, now she has turned them out again, and hung them in a mess. Cross your fingers forward and move your fingers, and look at the beautiful clothes one after another.

Clothes were chosen quickly, a white dress with embroidered ruffles and lace, asymmetrical design, only one layer of lace on the left shoulder and skirt, and the skirt barely fell above the knees.

Regarding this, Zhong Zixing's only thought was... It seemed like she hadn't worn a skirt for many years.

Cloaks, high heels, sunglasses, scarves, bracelets, if there is a whole cloakroom, the selection is still very fast, followed by makeup...

The heels of his boots were rattling on the floor, Zhong Zixing raised his arms to look around, and regrettably found that the clothes were indeed not designed with pockets for mobile phones and money, so he had to dig out the wallet from the storage room and put the things in hastily, He grabbed his wallet, took a deep breath, and reached out to push the door.

The moment her fingers touched the door, she stopped, her eyes struggled a few times, and finally turned into the determination to go to the battlefield, and she opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.

As soon as the door rang, Sith, who was squatting on the side of the sofa to pack his luggage, looked up and saw Zhong Zixing's fully armed appearance and her hard-faced expression with a deep hatred like the sea. With a "click", the tablet in his hand hit the on the ground.

Zhong Zixing was already nervous, but the sudden sound made her almost jump up, and when she turned her head to look, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?" She tugged at the hem of her skirt unnaturally.

"..." Sith didn't make a sound.

After a while, he bent down to pick up the tablet, lifted it up to cover his face, only showing two eyes looking at Zhong Zixing, and then suddenly rushed into the bathroom like a rabbit holding the tablet, and pulled the frosted glass door of the bathroom shut with a "bang-dang" .

Zhong Zixing: ...

For the first time in my life, I had the urge to give someone the middle finger.

She glanced at Sith's backpack on the ground, twitched the corners of her mouth, and asked in a loud voice towards the bathroom, "When are you leaving?"

Zhong Zixing didn't know much about Sith's itinerary, only that Stephanie invited him to England.She didn't know how he planned to go, but she didn't need to pack her luggage no matter what.

Zhong Zixing was actually a little confused about when Stephanie and Sith met, because the geographical location was separated by the Atlantic Ocean, the intersection between her and Stephanie was actually limited to T2.0, and Sith didn't even know the existence of Stephanie.

Instead, she mentioned Sith's identity to Stephanie, mainly to see if she knew that she was actually the Rubik's Cube.

After a long time of rustling in the bathroom, a sound finally came out.

"……today."

Zhong Zixing said "Oh", and nodded without thinking too much: "Then have a good trip?"

Saying goodbye to Sith, seeing that it was almost the appointed time, she turned to look at the door and turned down the pixels.

Just like the first day, the doorknob turned into a square mosaic.Zhong Zixing stretched out his hand, but stopped halfway, his fingers hanging in the air, gritted his teeth, and pushed open the door.

Because it was just too early in the rush hour, there was no one in the hallway, and the apartment was quiet.

Zhong Zixing glanced at the young girl in pajamas who was leaning against the door on the phone, looked around nervously, and then carefully came out of the door, closing the door quietly behind her back.

... She regretted it when she closed it.

Why do you have to act like a thief when you go out——Zhong Zixing didn't want to understand why he did it subconsciously, and he didn't have time to think about it at the moment.

She turned her head, just in time to see a hand on the window sill at the end of the corridor, and then the figure flashed by the window, the boy with the backpack easily climbed up the outer wall of the apartment, squatted on the window sill, raised his head, defenseless He met Zhong Zixing's eyes.

"..."

The four eyes met, and the scene was once awkward.

Zhong Zixing subtly watched Peter's eyes widen. He looked a little flustered. He quickly jumped off the window sill and tentatively raised his hand to say hello to her: "Good morning? I—"

He suddenly got stuck.

Zhong Zixing tightened his fingers behind his back slightly.

"...you look beautiful today." After a while, Peter came back to his senses and praised seriously.

He seemed to want to adjust his expression, but he couldn't hide the smile on the corner of his mouth, and his brown eyes sparkled, as if suddenly lit up by some emotion.

If she isn't pretty, how can she be worthy of her getting up early in the morning to rummage through boxes and cabinets!

Zhong Zixing was stunned by his smile, his heart skipped a beat, he paused, and pretended to be relaxed, "That's good, thank you for affirming the fruits of my labor. Have you had breakfast? If you haven't, I'll treat you!"

The answer I got was no.

So Zhong Zixing heaved a sigh of relief, and led Peter to the convenience store with great momentum, each with a sandwich in his hand, and then went to the nearby coffee shop to buy coffee.

Peter thanked the clerk. When he took the coffee and turned back, he saw Zhong Zixing standing on the opposite side of the street outside the coffee shop, looking out at the traffic passing by. For some reason, his right hand was behind his back, which seemed a little strange.

She kept a little distance from the others and seemed to be thinking, but as soon as someone approached, her body subconsciously avoided them.

The temperature in New York in January is still low. Even the fashionable girls on the streets of Fifth Avenue are wearing coats. The girls with thin skirts in the crowd are not only conspicuous, but also contrast sharply with the surrounding pedestrians.

But it wasn't that Peter Parker caught her first glance.

When the traffic gradually thinned out, Zhong Zixing avoided the flow of people, trotted across the street, and stood still in front of Peter.

Zhong Zixing smiled and said, "Hey kid, do you want to exchange gifts today?"

When she was speaking, she raised her head slightly, her smiling pupils were as clear as mirrors, because of the height difference, Peter could clearly see his face reflected in her pupils - just like how he had deceived himself countless times , only his figure.

"Of course... no, wait a minute."

Peter suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly gestured to Zhong Zixing, pulled the backpack to his chest, and unzipped it: "Actually, I brought you flowers..."

He made a move.

Under Zhong Zixing's puzzled eyes, he slowly pulled out a bunch of crushed flowers from his bag.

"...well, I think I'll pay attention next time," said Peter, clutching at the flowers awkwardly, trying to explain the tangent, "it's still pretty, anyway, at least they were pretty when I picked them off .”

As he spoke, his voice became softer, but he couldn't help laughing out of embarrassment, "Well, you know, this is stupid."

Zhong Zixing looked at him strangely: "...what a coincidence."

Peter: "What?"

Zhong Zixing glanced at him several times, looked away, coughed softly, and slowly took out the hand behind his back: "Well, I brought you flowers too."

While talking, she handed him the champagne rose in her hand, and she did not forget to introduce it solemnly: "The florist has a lot of roses. Next time I have a chance, I must buy one of each. It should be nice to put on the table in the vase. nice."

Peter: "..."

His eyes fixed on the hand holding the flower stem, the heart seemed to shrink to the extreme in an instant, and the blood was sent to the limbs, and he could even hear his heartbeat getting stronger and stronger with his enhanced senses, as if he was about to Break through the chest.

His Adam's apple moved, and he said with all his strength, "So you like roses?"

Zhong Zixing bent down to rummage through the coffee in the bag, and said casually, "It doesn't count. They are beautiful, but I prefer to give them away—"

Peter didn't understand, but when Zhong Zixing said so, he believed her words.

He tried his best to calm his turbulent mood, and said embarrassedly, "OK, thank you for the flowers..."

But Zhong Zixing added the next sentence.

She inserted the stir stick into the coffee cup, took a sip, bent her eyes, and said briskly, "Because I want to show you the scenery I like."

As she spoke, she tilted her head and reached out to Peter with a smile: "Let's go, the next stop."

Peter looked at her steadily.

For a moment, Zhong Zixing felt that he might have something to say.

but--

But in the end, the little spider just took the rose, paused, pinched the flower stem and said in distress: "I have a question, I remember there is a custom in China, before executing the death row prisoner, he can satisfy some of his demands, is that so?"

Peter hesitated: "Is this the case now?"

Zhong Zixing: "...Wait, don't be so desperate?"

Just complain about you! ! !

……

Although he said the next stop, Zhong Zixing had no idea where the next stop would be.

In the past, she was used to being alone when she went out, but she didn't mind being with her classmates. She would do whatever she could to make others happy.But it feels the same, no difference.

So now she is squatting in the alley watching a wild dog snoring and eating a sandwich.

Peter bent over the dingo's neck. "He has no collar, not a lost pet. How about calling him a sandwich?"

Zhong Zixing stared at the dirty dog ​​intently: "Are there any pet shelters in New York?"

Peter thought for a while: "Yes, but...there are too many wild cats and dogs in New York, and not so many animals can be adopted, and the shelter will kill them regularly."

Zhong Zixing said "um" very softly.

Not long after, the big dog finished eating the sandwiches, looked at them like that, turned his head and ran away.

Zhong Zixing just stood up, stomped his numb feet, turned to look at the young man beside him, and was about to speak when he suddenly noticed the gradually darkening sky.

"What time is it?" She was surprised.

Peter rolled up his cuffs and looked at his watch: "It's six o'clock, but it's still early..." He felt a slip of the tongue and immediately shut up.

Unknowingly, the day passed by like this, and when Zhong Zixing realized the time, it was already approaching evening.

"The observatory won't close so early." Peter reassured her, "Don't worry, we'll have time."

Zhong Zixing: "..."

How can I describe the feeling of having thousands of words stuck in my chest?

The observatory of Columbia University has a long-standing reputation in the United States. Before coming here, Zhong Zixing did not do any research as usual. On the contrary, Peter, who had studied here before, was more familiar with the path, so Zhong Zixing followed him around the campus with peace of mind, and got into the empty observatory.

When you come to the observatory, of course you have to look at the stars.

After Zhong Zixing introduced the functions of the various components of the astronomical telescope to Peter, he stood behind him and saw him approaching the telescope, feeling a little hesitant in his heart.

It was an appointment at the observatory, so the observatory couldn't say anything before... But now that I think about it, it's really incomprehensible to be obsessed with this.

Probably nervous?

Zhong Zixing felt that this idea made sense.She tried to adjust her breathing rhythm, but her chest became more and more stuffy, her heartbeat was beating like a drum, and the pounding sound rang in her ears.

She closed her eyes and was about to speak as if nothing had happened, when suddenly Peter straightened up and turned to her: "Perther—"

The mental tension was extremely tense, and even a slight change would lead to an overreaction, so Zhong Zixing stopped him almost by reflex: "No, I suggested this time, so I will speak first."

"...Okay." Peter blinked.

I did mental construction all afternoon, and it was meaningless to think about it any longer.

She took a deep breath: "I—"

At this moment, Peter's cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

Just as Zhong Zixing summoned up his courage, he was interrupted, his breath stuck in his throat, and he was extremely aggrieved.

Peter obviously didn't expect this kind of thing to happen, he was taken aback, and hurriedly lowered his head: "Sorry, this is from... Sherlock."

His tone was a bit puzzled: "...he said that his life was in danger, let me go back quickly."

Zhong Zixing: "..." This is the routine of a great detective.

The next text message came one after another, and Peter glanced at it hurriedly, even more confused: "It's still from Sherlock, he said it was very urgent."

Then there will be the third and fourth clauses, you will not stop until you go back, but after you go back, you will probably be helping the detective to type and look up the information and look through the newspaper.Zhong Zixing looked indifferent.

Her heart was almost broken, but she couldn't explain it until she had gone through the routine of the great detective. She could only keep her expression on her face, still maintaining a smile, and squeezed out words from between her teeth: "Then you go back quickly, Maybe Sherlock really needs you very much right now, right?"

The little spider nodded preoccupied, looked at Zhong Zixing, opened his mouth and hesitated to speak: "Then... see you tomorrow."

"Well, see you tomorrow."

Zhong Zixing smiled and watched Peter run to the exit of the observatory and disappear behind the door.

She smiled and thought, why must it be today.

Two people became one person, and the observatory was naturally not interested in staying any longer.Zhong Zixing walked out of the observatory, walked out of the campus along an inaccessible path, and mingled with the crowds on the streets of Manhattan, wandering idly.

She bought an ice cream on the street, sat on the roadside steps, licked the ice cream and observed the streets of New York.

Probably because the cold sweetness in his mouth sorted out his emotions, the chaotic mood gradually calmed down, and Zhong Zixing began to think about the specifics of the New York renovation project.

According to her idea, she tends to sit in a coffee shop every time she renovates a block, and just release her consciousness, which is both unobtrusive and time-saving.

But the result of being too hidden is that it is difficult to judge, and it is impossible for the government to blow up a piece of her repair to test the results of her renovation...

Zhong Zixing let go of his own imagination, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.She froze for a moment, followed her gaze, and stood up instinctively.

A young girl's figure was vaguely revealed in the crowd, wearing a strange yellow robe, not tall, with a slender waist, and her blond hair, like molten gold, was still dazzling in the dim light, but disappeared into the crowd in a flash.

...the Time Stone?