[Comprehensive] sense of existence

Ala Lei's radio station is still going on.

The guest invited this time is Professor X.Since Charles was able to stand up again, his popularity among fans has soared like a rocket, even leaving Bruce behind the playboy character and Stark, the tsundere and vicious character, completely becoming a The most desirable marriage partner in New York's Upper East Side.

In his interview this time, Nemo tried his best to break the listening record again.

"There must be something hot. Think about it, what do those fans want to hear the most!"

"Focus on me! Don't let your guard down just because you have a good relationship with a superhero!"

Nemo's finger was right in the center of Alare's nose, making her cross-eyed involuntarily.

Arale straightened her back.

"Yes!"

She answered firmly.

then……

"Boss, what did you just say?"

"..."

Nemo raised his forehead.

"Why don't you have a sense of urgency! That's Charles! Charles!!!" His eyes widened, his hands trembling, "Look at them!!!"

Following Nemo's line of sight, Arale turned her head and saw a room full of married and unmarried men and women, all dressed up beautifully.

"..."

"They are..." Arale tilted her head in disbelief.

"Of course it's to welcome our gentle president, Professor Charles." Nemo took out a small handkerchief and waved it.

Arale's eyes were all attracted by the small flowers on Nemo's handkerchief.

balabala...

Amidst Nemo's noise, she silently picked up the notebook and covered her face.

I don’t know if my colleagues’ expressions will look like **** when they find out that they have hooked up the richest son-in-law in New York.

After imagining the scene of a radio studio after a terrorist attack, Arale swallowed hard.

It is said that fans who like Sherlock have already started to form a group to give Barala several large body feasts as surprise gifts, although she is quite happy.

But Arale firmly rejects a series of human organs as gifts!

Seeing that her eyes began to wander, Nemo poked her with his finger: "What are you thinking about?"

Alale withdrew her divergent thinking and gave a serious answer: "How to make the ratings of this episode achieve another success."

Seeing that she was so enlightened, Nemo nodded in satisfaction, rolled his eyes twice, and still couldn't help but quietly pulled Arale over and whispered in his ear: "If the news about you and Charles comes out..."

Ala Lei:! ! !

She straightened up instantly.

"What are you afraid of?" Nemo wondered.

Arale: "I'm not afraid."

"Then why are you sweating on your forehead?"

"Ah? Are you sweating?" She picked up her sleeve and rubbed it indiscriminately.

"I mean, is Charles interested in you? If the news of him pursuing you comes out, our show will be popular." Nemo thought inwardly, "Although I can't see what attracts him in you, and I'm not sure if he is I really like yours, but if it’s so hyped, would you…”

"Hey, hey, I'm not good enough for him!" Arale puffed out her chest dissatisfied.

Nemo's eyes lingered on Alalei for a long time, then he shook his head: "I don't deserve anything... except the face?"

Reluctantly speaking, as if all his brain cells had been crippled, Ala Lei raised his middle finger and asked calmly, "Do you know what this means?"

Except for the superheroes, no one else is clear about the relationship between Ala Lei and Charles.

Nemo, who didn't see anything tricky, also vetoed his own guess on his familiarity with Ala Lei.

So, now, the vast majority of people still think that Charles is a single nobleman.

Look, handsome people are called single nobles, and ugly people are called single dogs.It's really the naked/naked malice of this face-watching society.

Got into the studio.

Alale flipped through today's script angrily.

Originally thought that the Iron Man issue had exhausted the writers' talents, but unexpectedly, each generation is better than the previous generation. Is the person who is fucking praising the Charles she knows? !He is simply a peerless good man, okay?Why didn't she see it at all?

Alalei was almost blinded by the praise in the script book.

Time seems to be fixed at this moment.

The door opened and closed.

Without raising her head, she said, "You are trespassing illegally, and you will be sentenced to ten or eight years. Let's see if you will be so arrogant."

She responded with a light kiss on the forehead.

"I broke into my girlfriend's territory, don't you want me to come in?"

His voice was right next to Alale's ears, it was so numb, it made her hair stand on end.

Arale raised her face and met his smiling eyes.

Charles kissed her lips again, and bit her lower lip quite maliciously.

She hurriedly pushed him away with both hands, covered her mouth, and looked outside with a guilty conscience.

The people outside were motionless, and Charles didn't seem to want anyone to disturb their two-person world.

Being pushed away, he raised his eyebrows and pulled a chair to sit beside Arale.

"You despise me?"

Arale laughed twice: "I... like... low-key... low-key."

"You still dislike me."

Arale: "...I didn't."

"Show me." He tapped his lips with his fingers, and there was a hint of cunning in his blue eyes.

Arale shrugged, "Don't think that I can't see what you're thinking. When I kiss you, people outside may gather around the window."

She stretched out her fingers, and when Charles was distracted, she got up and quickly kissed him on the cheek.

He didn't even have a chance to react.

Charles was stunned for a moment, seeing Alale squinting his eyes contentedly with a smile, his expression gradually became tinged with joy.

"You guessed it."

"That's~ my current mental strength is not a child's play." She shook her head triumphantly.

Charles held his cheek with one hand, turned sideways, stopped continuing the topic, and asked casually: "When I entered the door just now, I accidentally noticed the thoughts in the mind of the radio producer."

Once again he took the upper hand, and Alale, who had been disliked by Nemo before, twitched her lips and dangled her fingers in front of him again: "I feel that since you healed your legs, your mind has once again retreated to 20 years. Before. What is this? Aftereffects?"

Her outstretched finger was not so lucky this time, and Charles grabbed it.The place where the fingertips touch becomes warm.

"My skills weren't as good 20 years ago."

Alale's heart trembled, and he felt that when he spoke, even the strength in his hands could make people dream about things.

"Didn't you try it?" His voice was warm but full of bad intentions that didn't match the tone.

"..."

Arale took a bite on his finger, forcing Charles to let go, then quickly slipped to a place far away from the table, and rolled his eyes at him, "With your virtue, you should really let the fans take care of you." Look at your true face."

Charles chuckled and leaned back in the chair casually, "I never hide myself."

It's just that it's easier to release yourself in front of Ala Lei.

The control was within Charles' mind, and the outside world returned to normal.Everyone who has temporarily lost a memory sees that the professor has already sat in, and the time to start the broadcast is coming soon, so they can only look forward to meeting after the end.

The familiar radio prelude sounded, and the listening rate has already exceeded 90.00% of Jiu's radio programs during this period.

Arale recited the lines proficiently.

"I believe everyone has been looking forward to this issue for a long time. This time, the guests we invited are New York's new male gods. He touched the villain with chicken soup for the soul again and again. He is handsome, rich, and beautiful. Whether married or unmarried, men and women in New York are welcome. The superhero I want to marry. No.1 most beautiful hero selected by superhero magazines, No.1 in the selection of the most wanting him as a boyfriend, No.1 in the online survey that will make you happy if you choose him as your husband, eyes are the easiest to make people Vote No.1 in love..."

She read a full page and couldn't help complaining.

"Looks like our Iron Man hero is going to have another radio presence."

With a smile on his face, Charles watched Alare at work, not seeming to care what she was reading.

"Let our professor male god come and say hello to everyone."

Her voice drew Charles' attention back.

Charles whispered to the topic in front of him, and said, "Hi, I'm Charles Xavier, you can call me Professor X."

"Professor X is also a loyal listener of our radio station?" Arale asked a topic politely.

"Yes, I like to hear your voice." Charles held his chin and elongated his voice gently, "So I listen to this radio station every day."

Arale: "..."

"Hehe...my voice has indeed been praised by many people...

She blinked at Charles so hard that the corners of her eyes almost twitched.

Charles raised his eyebrows and followed her steps: "Really? It seems that I am not the first person to praise you."

This sentence is unclear...but it barely makes sense.

Alale breathed a sigh of relief, determined not to leave him any chance to be defeated by him in his own home court, so he stopped following the script, and after spouting a lot of praise for him, he directly entered with a wave of his small hand. first topic.

The barrage on the screen exploded in an instant, and the density made people dazzled.

"I know this process." Charles said naturally, "You ask me to answer, I like this session very much. I have been looking forward to it for a long time, and this time it is finally my turn."

"Are you serious? Many superheroes are defeated in this bad season and become the most unbearable shadow." Ala Lei joked, "Captain, are you listening?"

The corners of Charles' mouth curled up, indifferent to her deliberate intimidation.

"I've done a lot of preparation."

Alalei narrowed her eyes, as if she could see the burning fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

These superheroes have always fallen into the pits they dug themselves, and have never jumped out.

Humph.

Her eyes swept across the middle, and she picked out a few questions neatly after getting used to the dense barrage.

"This audience member who is addicted to blue eyes asks, Professor, what is your relationship with that big villain Magneto? It is said on the Internet that you are so good that you can wear a pair of pants?!"

Charles did not get confused, he admitted calmly: "We are good friends. Although our wills are different, we have the same heart. I will be his forever friend. On the contrary, he is also, even if we have different positions. It hinders our friendship. There are some things that are not easy to distinguish between right and wrong. Of course, I will never cover him, and he should think the same as me on this point."

Charles glanced at Arale, and his smile became obvious: "But I'm not good enough to wear a pair of trousers with him, and there's someone else under the same quilt as me."

Arale paused for turning over the barrage.

His words ignited countless audiences, and the density of the barrage had begun to increase exponentially.

It's all over the screen.

【? ? ? 】

[Did I hear wrong? ? ? 】

【What is the male god talking about? ? ? 】

[fxxk! ! ! ! ! 】

【What did I hear?It was the sound of heartbreak. 】

【Who is that little bitch? ! 】

……

"Hehe, you're really honest." Alale avoided his half-smiling gaze, always feeling that his originally pretty smile was now full of provocation.

"Don't you want to know who she is?" Charles asked.

Barrage: Think about it! ! !

Arale shook her head firmly: "I think superheroes should also have the right to reserve rights, so let's stop discussing it in depth."

Charles' expression seemed to be full of regret.

Nemo, who was lying on the window, almost compared his hands to the sky, wishing he could take Alalei out and rush up to continue this topic by himself!

"Well... let's look at the next question." Arale hurriedly diverted everyone's attention.

"The audience of this beautiful and prosperous age asked, what is the ideal type of the professor?"

She deliberately asked such a question. Although she knew that Charles now belonged to her, she was also a little curious about what his real ideal type looked like.

Is this question difficult to answer?

There may be many men who will be stumbled, but this kind of thing never happens to the professor.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and the magnetic voice made people unconsciously want to listen.

"Ideal type? I think it's probably a woman who is strong, independent, and full of intellectual beauty."

This is the type he really likes.

Although the question was asked by herself, Arale still couldn't help but feel lost in her heart.

Because of these conditions, I don't seem to take any of them.

"However, the ideal type has always been imagined by myself. I used to always think that my goddess should look like this, and then I found out that I fell in love with an elf unknowingly."

The content of Charles' restrained voice beat her heart like a drumbeat.

Arale's ears began to heat up unconsciously.

"She is beautiful, cute, strong and never shows in front of me. I like her dependence, but her dependence never brings me any bad troubles, even under my watchful eyes. Growing up, her growth made me gratified, and made me feel a sense of crisis unconsciously, as if when she became stronger, I could only look at her back."

Charles stared at Arale.

There was nowhere to put Alalei's sight, and an inexplicable feeling in her heart was almost overflowing, full of pretense.

"and then?"

"Later I found out that there is no need to worry. Only I know her fragility. She doesn't need to be strong and independent in front of me. I like her attitude of doing whatever she wants. Even if she is irrational and ignorant, I can understand her and tolerate her. "

Charles' eyes gradually softened, and it was impossible to get out after falling into them. His voice continued.

"She can always be like a child in front of me, without pretending and changing. In the same way, just like the sense of responsibility that I can never let go, she can also understand tolerance, use her perspective to give me new feelings, and let me change. A lot of stubborn thoughts. I don’t need to pretend in front of her. This is liking. Compared with the ideal type, this is the attitude of loving someone.”

Charles raised his chin, and lightly touched her calf with his toes, forcing Arale to raise his head and stare at him.He stared, then pursed his lips in embarrassment.

The curvature of the corner of the mouth has not diminished from beginning to end.

"She will be very happy to hear that."

Alale couldn't help fanning her hands, trying to cool down the temperature on her face.

Charles said every word with a smile in his voice: "I think she has heard it."

Alale wanted to smirk but still retained a semblance of reason, knowing that this was an empty occasion, she could only keep her face sullen.

Charles's sudden disclosure and confession made the atmosphere even more heated. The barrage was full of envy for the woman who was confessed by the professor, and there were even a lot of messy guesses, some of which linked the famous ghost girl during this period. , The more I thought about it, the more reliable it became. Everyone became Sherlock Holmes, and they caught all the clues.

The rumors about the ghost girl and Professor X are overwhelming.

This made Alale dare not react at all, for fear that her identity as a ghost woman would be revealed.

With a touch of sweetness and nervousness, she hastily raised a few other unimportant questions, finally calmed down, and started the next second session.

The number of people calling in the second link is much, much higher than before.

Probably they all want Charles' chicken soup to cleanse their sinful souls, or let the professor solve problems.

Charles' heart, which was about to fly, also settled down in these few phone calls.

She kept picking more tricky angles to explain a problem. Compared with the chicken soup where Charles stood in the center and called out for love, Arale's poisonous soup had a heartbreaking taste but had to recognize reality.

It was just one of those phone calls that led to both different but identical proposals.

Is a high school student.

She has a problem that many people have.

"I seem to like a boy at work." The girl was a little nervous and stammered, "I'm going to graduate soon. I...I want to confess to him. But, I'm afraid that I won't even be able to be friends in the future. "

Her voice was very discouraged, and it probably conveyed the feelings of many people who had experienced the same experience very well, and the barrage on the screen also sighed.

I'm afraid I can't even make friends.

It was because of such a layer of worry that so many secret loves ended without a problem.

Arale glanced at Charles and motioned him to speak first.

Charles smiled.

"Why don't you think in a good direction? Maybe he also likes you silently. If you take the initiative first and let him understand your intentions, the two of you will avoid a lot of unnecessary ups and downs." He The voice is soft but powerful, which makes people unconsciously have inexplicable confidence that they can do well.

Arale totally disagreed and poured cold water on it.

"What if boys don't like it?"

The female student fell silent.

"Do you usually behave towards him in any way? An ambiguous expression, or an eye behavior that shows a little affection for him. In this regard, men's intuition is no worse than that of girls." Ala Lei found her specialty. Get up quickly.

The female student hesitated for a moment, not sure: "Probably not...Because I was worried, I have never dared to show extraneous performances, and even went out to play with many friends. I don't think he will notice."

Speaking of this, it implies that I have a strong meaning.

"Is he popular?" Arale asked again.

The little girl thought for a while: "Well, he is very kind to everyone around him, and many girls like him."

Got it, central air-conditioning type.

Arale raised an eyebrow at Charles

Charles accepted it all, but he still didn't want the girl to give up hope in his heart.

"If you like it, go for it. If you can't even take the first step, you will only have regrets."

Charles changed his perspective, not to encourage, but to make people think in their shoes.

"Maybe in the future, after you meet your other half, you will still be fantasizing about it. If you confessed at the beginning, would your life be different? Would your former male god also like you?"

"Everyone has this kind of petty thinking, and I have regretted it before. This is not a shameful act, but it will make you feel dissatisfied. Now confess, although he may reject you, you will not have any regrets." Yes, life after graduation is very long, don't let this regret affect your future happiness."

Charles’ words made the audience restless for a long time, as if they all recalled the regretful past, and this kind of regret would continue to seduce themselves like the lingering shadow to think of the exclamation of "if only it was so so at the beginning".

If, no if.This kind of if will only make myself more regretful, and the lack in my heart will become bigger and bigger.

Arale tilted her head, agreeing in her heart.

She took up the conversation.

"Boys nowadays are much smarter than you think. What's more, in your description, the favors he has received from girls will make him confident to a certain extent, and he will be aware of your behavior. He has never If there are too many reactions, it means that this boy really doesn’t call you. Your confession is simply superfluous. No boy who likes you will be indifferent, unless he doesn’t like you that much at all. "

Arale paused, and under Charles' teasing eyes, she felt that her chicken soup was too poisonous.

"However, there are some dull boys..."

She made other assumptions, trying to salvage her image of gentleness and kindness, although there was little left.

"What do you think is the probability that you will still keep in touch after you go to college, enter society, get married and have children?"

This problem baffles children who are not too old.

"Maybe...maybe..." She couldn't answer, maybe she already had the answer in her mind.

"We will meet many kinds of people in this life, and we will have different friends at each stage. These friends can stay very few, that is, these people will form your circle of friends. What about others?"

Alale put her arm on the table, glanced at Charles, and smiled with her lips pursed.

The venomous look made Charles want to reach out and rub her head.

"The rest are just passers-by in your life. Although I tried my best to confront Professor X today, I still agree with some things."

She smoothed out the manuscript bit by bit.

"Since you can't be friends forever, why worry about what you will lose by confessing this time? Confession openly, even if you are rejected, don't underestimate yourself. He is just blind and can't see your goodness. A good boy is waiting for you in the future."

"However, I still want to bless you before you decide. I hope you can find someone who doesn't need to have a secret love in the future, and you like him and he also likes you."

Arale looked at Charles and laughed, with a sense of satisfaction in his tone.

"Just like me."

The author has something to say: Finally, the ending song of the radio station is a song specially selected by Ala Lei.

"oeyes"

Falling into your eyes

I'm caught in your ocean eyes, I can't get out

Hearing this, Charles gently embraced her in his arms and smiled slightly: "Do you think this song suits me well?"

When you gimme those eyes

When you look at me with your oceanic eyes

I've ever fallen from quite this high

I've never been so deep in love

Falling into your eyes

I'm caught in your ocean eyes, I can't get out

Those eyes

your ocean eyes

I've been walking through

i walk in this world

Awone blind

ignore everything

't stop thinking of your diamond mind

I just keep thinking of your diamond-like sparkle

Arale put her arms around his neck and nodded vigorously.

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The lyrics of this song fit Arale and Charles so well.

Shuixi Tongzi recommended it to me a long time ago.

It sounds so simple to me.

I didn't put it in the text for fear that the lyrics would take up the word count.Still can't help but share it.

Thank you, little angel Shuixi, for your recommendation!mwah!Comparing!

Chicken soup and poison soup are given to everyone in crush.

Thanks again for those who threw mines and sent nutrient solutions.

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