[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

Lydia felt that since she broke up with Tony, she seemed to hear his name everywhere.

She looked at Pietro without saying a word. Pietro seemed to have noticed this, his eyes wandered away quickly, and finally settled on her: "Is there something wrong?"

He still had a nonchalant expression on his face, but his upper body swayed back and forth, looking a little nervous.

"There's nothing wrong." Lydia didn't embarrass him, she smiled and answered his question, "I know him, but I've only interviewed him a few times, so I'm not very familiar with him."

Pietro's eyes lit up. He tried hard to maintain that expression of indifference, and turned his head unconsciously, with a slightly excited expression on his face: "Then have you seen his armor?"

I've seen it before, and I was carried up to the rooftop by him.

"Yes, I have taken pictures." Lydia nodded, and Pietro looked very happy when he got the answer: "I happened to meet him in New York once, so I took a close look at the armor."

"It's really cool! His armor feels really good! He's a genius!" His facial features are very vivid, and when he talks about things he is interested in, Lydia looks like Feeling better again, she stepped back a little and looked at Pietro appreciatively.

This energetic big boy looks really cute.

Under her gaze, Pietro's voice became lower and lower, and finally he opened his eyes wide and looked away from Lydia in doubt, looked down at himself, and then returned to Lydia: "You looking at what?"

Lydia laughed, and walked slowly in front of Pietro. This big boy is still in the age of growth, not very tall, and his face still has the youthfulness of a teenager, but his outline has begun to gradually fade away. There is the maturity of youth.

"Look at your cuteness." Lydia bent her eyes, raised her head slightly to look at Pietro, and raised her hand again.

This time Pietro didn't dodge. He felt that his overreaction just now was a bit embarrassing, so although he felt a little uneasy now, he still stood there with his neck stuck.

Lydia was already prepared for him to get out of the way immediately, but unexpectedly, she touched his cheek smoothly. The temperature of the boy's cheek rose slightly, but Lydia pretended not to notice.

She slowly moved her hand back along the line of Pietro's cheeks. The gentle touch made Pietro feel a little itchy, but for some reason, he felt uncomfortable, but he didn't choose to run away.

Lydia gently pinched his earlobe exposed from the silver hair, blinked slowly twice, looked at him, and moved her lips slightly: "Don't mention Iron Man in front of me next time, okay?"

Pietro didn't hear what she was saying at all, he nodded indiscriminately with his mouth pursed, his eyes shifted from Lydia's green eyes to her red lips, he swallowed uncomfortably, his Adam's apple moved, so At a close distance, Lydia could hear the gurgle clearly.

She couldn't help laughing, her lips curled into a beautiful arc, showing her white teeth slightly, Pietro looked at her smile up close, his heartbeat was so fast that he felt dizzy, even faster than him running around the earth After five laps, it will be more intense.

This is too close...

But Pietro's uneasiness just now gradually melted away, his eyes seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't move away from Lydia at all, and he even had a little expectation for the next thing.

Lydia flirted and left. She took a step back and opened the distance between the two.

The sound of high heels stepping on the wooden floor brought Pietro back to his senses in an instant. At this moment, he didn't remember Iron Man at all. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed Lydia's wrist, facing Lidia. When she saw Dia's green eyes, she moved her head a little nervously, and looked away uncomfortably, staring at the bed behind her.

Then I saw the half-arranged clothes she had just arranged. A little white lace was exposed under the khaki skirt. It looked like...

The innocent big boy seemed to be scalded, and quickly looked away. His eyes wandered over Lydia's head. The earlobe pinched by Lydia just now seemed to be hotter than before. He couldn't even look at it. He didn't dare to look at Lydia, but held her tightly with his hands.

Lydia turned his wrist slightly, but Pietro grabbed it a little harder. Lydia thought his reaction was funny. She looked at him and asked gently: "What's wrong?"

Pietro licked his lips, tilted his head unconsciously again, looked at the top of Lydia's head and asked, his expression was a little nervous, but he still tried to look nonchalant: "Do you want to hang out together?"

Lydia's long eyelashes moved slightly, her eyes moved away from his face, she moved down slowly, and saw his feet from his head, the corners of her mouth naturally turned up, Pietro quickly looked at He glanced at her, adjusted his stance awkwardly, and looked at her with wide eyes: "...how is it?"

"No." Lydia retracted her eyes from his standing at attention, and looked at his face again, "—the first day of school, you have to study hard, little brother, I have to go to class. "

She smiled and touched Pietro's cheek lightly, and then just walked over against his shoulder. Pietro unconsciously let go of his hand and watched her walk out of the room.

Lydia walked around the corner, stopped and recollected Pietro's last slightly stunned expression, and couldn't help laughing.

Then she chose a direction at random and walked over.

The professor himself said that she could selectively sit in on some courses, and she hadn't looked at any class schedules, so she planned to go in and listen to whichever room was the first to be seen.

Anyway, the courses of mutants are very novel to her.

The first floor here is the dormitory and the hall, and most of the classrooms are on the second and third floors, probably for the convenience of the professor's wheelchair. Except for the dormitory, which has normal-sized doors, most of the other rooms have double doors, or some classrooms Simply no door.

As soon as Lydia arrived on the second floor, she saw the door of the first classroom on the left hand side of the stairs was wide open. The professor was sitting in a wheelchair with his back facing the door. It seemed that he was not holding a book in his hand, and his voice was very gentle: "We don't Need to be afraid of our own abilities because it's part of who we are..."

Lydia walked slowly behind the professor's wheelchair and glanced at the classroom. The ages of these students were not similar. Some looked like junior high school students, and some looked like they were already in high school. Maybe it was to increase the interest. There are also many types of chairs, and everyone's sitting height varies from high to low.

The few people sitting in front of the professor saw Lydia first. Although the professor took Lydia to the dormitory just now, not many people actually saw her. Now these teenagers saw a painting style The young ladies who are completely different from them are very surprised.

They listened to the professor's lecture, but their eyes drifted behind the professor from time to time. The professor quickly noticed that the students were absent-minded. While continuing to teach, he turned the wheelchair around by pushing the wheels, and saw Li at the door. Dia.

"By the way, this is your new classmate, Lydia." The professor smiled at Lydia, then turned to introduce to everyone, "Just find a seat, Lydia."

Lydia glanced at everyone, nodded to everyone as a greeting, and then randomly picked the nearest seat and sat down.

Sitting next to her was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old red-haired girl who lowered her head and pretended to be taking notes, but secretly glanced at her from time to time. Lydia didn't try to hide it, but just smiled at her generously.

The little girl was a little frightened when she met her gaze, but she quickly looked up at the professor, moved the chair a little over, blocked the notebook in front of her, and said in a low voice like a thief: "I heard that the professor Did you do your hair?"

Lydia looked at the professor who glanced this way, and nodded at the girl. She became more excited, and her voice became louder and louder: "What is your ability? Mine is..."

"Cathy." The professor named helplessly, and the little girl quickly shut up, but her eyes were still fixed on Lydia.

Lydia was sitting in an armchair, with her upper body slightly tilted, her left elbow resting on the armrest, her fingers lightly pressed against her cheek, and she turned her head slightly to look at the little girl.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Casey turned her head and sat down obediently without saying a word, staring in the direction of the professor, her ears a little red.

Lydia also lazily changed her posture. She touched the small denomination banknotes in her pocket with one hand, and spread the other hand upwards. A second later, a notebook and a book appeared in her empty hand. The boy sitting directly opposite her was stunned by her hand and showed a shocked expression.

Lydia opened the notebook and spread it on her knees, raised the corners of her mouth and smiled at him. The innocent boy blushed suddenly. The professor was speaking, and turned to look at Lydia with blue eyes. Reflecting the light, like sea water under the sun, Lydia immediately spread her hands towards him, showing an innocent expression.

The professor didn't say much, and turned around slowly. Lydia propped her chin with her left hand, and listened to the professor's lecture on the theoretical basis of supernatural abilities. Finally, he couldn't bear it and began to draw a sketch on his profile.

The moment she wrote her signature, the notebook she spread on her lap suddenly disappeared. Lydia subconsciously looked towards the door. Pietro was standing behind the professor's chair wearing goggles, holding a book in his hand. Her sketchbook.

He removed the goggles and put them on the top of his head. A strand of silver hair on his forehead was lifted up by the goggles, which looked very cute, but he didn't realize it at all.

Pietro opened her sketchbook in front of everyone and looked at it. The corners of her mouth curled slightly, looking unhappy, and the children in the classroom began to be absent-minded again.

Seeing this, the professor sighed helplessly: "Pietro."

"Professor, I'm not here to attend class." Pietro closed the sketchbook, opened his eyes and said confidently, "I just want to take Lydia away."

Everyone looked at Lydia. She really had a headache for such a straight ball boy, but such a boy always looked very attractive, and she couldn't help wanting to flirt.

Pietro was here, the professor obviously couldn't continue the class, and Lydia had to take him out of the class.

After walking silently with Lydia for a while, Pietro flashed in front of Lydia with a bit of aggrievedness, accusing her: "Obviously you came to tease me first!"

"You came into my room." Lydia shrugged and replied with a smile.

"But..." Pietro stopped. He stared at Lydia for a while, moved his mouth slightly, and suddenly approached Lydia.

He didn't use his ability at the moment, if Lydia wanted to avoid it, she could dodge it, but she didn't move, Pietro hesitantly stopped three centimeters in front of her lips, turned his head and kissed her corner of the mouth.

Lydia didn't have any reaction to this, but when he backed away, Lydia suddenly grabbed the collar of his leather jacket and smiled: "This is not a kiss."

She held his silver hair with the other hand, gently pressed his head down, and swallowed the last few words vaguely between their lips and teeth: "This is—"