[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

Wade is a bit similar to Lydia in some respects. They both like to tease casually irresponsibly. Whoever is serious will be unlucky. Lydia can recognize such kind of people at a glance, so she just listens casually, but Pietro sees Take it seriously.

According to common sense, Wade should be a very suitable person to be a bed partner, but Lydia has always been very picky about regular bed partners. Although she thinks Wade is very interesting, to her, being interesting and wanting to sleep are two different things .

She thinks that Wade may be more suitable as a boudoir (?).

After returning to X Academy, he first put the doll he picked up from the crane machine into Lydia's room, and then circled in front of her hesitantly.

Lydia hung the shield on the wall, pretending not to see Pietro, then turned to ask him, "Do you think this shield is placed properly?"

"...No matter how you place this kind of round thing, it's right?" Pietro choked, and couldn't help telling the truth. He couldn't hold back as soon as he opened his mouth, and spit out his inner anxiety, "Lydia, die!" Waiter is really not suitable for you—"

Lydia pressed Pietro's shoulder to signal him not to be so excited. She thought about her words, looked at the agitated big boy in front of her sincerely, and said in a slow voice, "Pietro, I don't plan to sleep with him. .”

"I'm glad you care about me, but it's my business." Lydia glanced at Pietro and patted him on the shoulder. Pietro looked like he wanted to say something, but he ended up saying something. Without saying anything, he dally left Lydia's room.

Lydia originally thought that Wade's visit tonight was just a joke, but Wade was more active than she thought.

When she first arrived here, she opened the teleportation point in the dormitory, and when she returned to the dormitory after delivering the express delivery that night, she did not appear in her room, but appeared in the garden outside the room.

Lydia stood among the flowers and identified her room. The yellow light was shining through the curtains, and the lights in the surrounding rooms had been turned off. She touched the banknotes in the pocket of her nightdress and knocked on them. glass windows.

The sound of rattling footsteps was heard inside, and a red figure opened the curtains with great movements, pushed open the window, propped his elbows on the window sill, and blinked at Lydia with his chin resting on his hands. The height of the window sill was a bit low, and he pouted his butt: "O, Romeo, are you here to play a hole-in-one with your Juliet Wilson?"

Even for those who don't want to flirt, Lydia looks very attractive. She put one hand on the window sill and looked up at him with a lazy expression on her face: "You let me go."

Wade took a step back obediently, and Lydia flipped in through the window lightly.

Using her fingers as a comb, she smoothed her half-dry long hair, tilted her head to look at Wade, and suddenly smiled: "The night is long, why don't we do something else?"

"Okay, my little Wade can't wait!" Wade was ready to take off his clothes happily, but when he turned around, he saw Lydia took out a camera, "Wait, wait! You like to play like this?!"

As soon as Lydia was about to speak, Wade immediately happily agreed: "It's not impossible! But these photos cannot be published!"

"That's not okay, I promised others to take your photo." Lydia adjusted the focal length and took a photo of the unsuspecting Deadpool. The sound of the shutter made Wade's eyes widen immediately: " Who wants my picture?"

Lydia pointed the camera at him, and happily raised the corner of her mouth: "Your fan."

"Yoooooo! Fans!" Wade screamed with his face in his hands, raised his left foot and posed in a cute girly pose. Lydia quickly took a picture, and he changed his posture instantly, showing a pair of scissors while laughing. Hands, mouth kept asking Lydia, "Where are the fans? This dimension or the off-screen dimension?"

"I must have a lot of fans, right? Do I have more female fans than male fans?" Wade changed his look every second, and now he was putting his hands on his chest, and there was no need for Lydia to remind him to change his look, except for words Apart from a lot, this model has almost no shortcomings for Lydia.

Wade changed into a pensive figure again, but he kept nagging: "How do you give them? Are you selling photos? Where are you selling them? Who else was sold with me? Is it famous?"

"On the forum you've been to." Lydia selectively answered one of his questions, and kept pressing the shutter button with her hand.

Hearing her answer, Wade looked very happy. He let out a scream, jumped up in place, and even improvised a space dance.

Then he stopped suddenly and turned to look at Lydia: "Hey, listen, he gave me the picture of Spider-Man himself, I didn't buy it from the forum."

"I won't laugh at you for not knowing Spider-Man." Lydia took another photo, calculated that the number was almost the same, and put away the camera. Wade immediately protested: "Why are there so few photos of me? The captain shoots more than you for a week, you are discriminatory!"

Lydia was in a good mood after taking the photos. She flipped through and found that every photo was usable, and none of them was wasted. Although the Deadpool in the photo didn't show his face, his movements were funny, which should be enough to satisfy those fans .

"Because you don't have many fans." Lydia replied frankly, her eyes moved from the camera to Wade, "If you take too many pictures, you won't be able to sell them."

Deadpool lowered his head in frustration, and when Lydia was thinking about whether to say something to comfort the cooperating model, he suddenly stretched out a finger.

"...I want half of the money." Wade said holding up his finger.

The price was within Lydia's tolerance, she nodded readily, and Wade said angrily, "I regret it, I want three quarters!"

"Then I'll delete the photos." As soon as Lydia made a move, Wade quickly changed the subject: "Are autographed photos more valuable? I'll sign them all!"

Lydia carefully put the camera into her bag and said without looking back: "Full signatures are worthless."

It made sense for Wade to think about it, so he changed the question again: "Then how much is my photo?"

"Four dollars." Lydia patted the quilt and said casually, "Maybe three dollars."

"!!!" Wade looked shocked, "But the photo of Captain America's balls costs thirty dollars?! Well, what about my autographed photo?"

"The photo of Captain Dandan is definitely more than [-] dollars, I'm serious." Lydia climbed onto the bed, leaned against the head of the bed and yawned, "Your autographed photo is worth about [-] dollars."

"This is discrimination!" Wade screamed with his face in his hands, Lydia yawned again, lay down, put on the blindfold, waved to him, then retracted his hands under the quilt, lazily Say, "Turn off the lights for me when I go out."

Wade walked out dejectedly. As soon as he closed the door, Lydia's cell phone vibrated. She huddled under the quilt and hesitated for a moment. Get off the answer: "Hello."

"Lydia!" The other party's voice was very energetic. It sounded like John who was far away in London. His voice was very noisy, as if it was very lively, but it was already early in the morning in London, and John seemed to be aware of it. Noisy, walked away a little bit, the background noise was a little lighter, "Sherlock just solved a case, we are still on the scene, so it is a bit noisy, you can't imagine how handsome he is."

Lydia couldn't help laughing, Watson soon realized that he had strayed off topic, he coughed and said, "...Of course that's not the point, Sherlock and I want to ask you, do you have any plans for Halloween? "

Sherlock's voice was faintly heard over there: "John, I didn't invite her!"

Watson seemed to hold the receiver a little farther away, and argued with Sherlock: "Obviously you agreed with it just now!"

"Sherlock and I are going to have a party with some friends, do you want to come?" Watson asked Lydia, "But our high-intelligence detectives are just a masquerade party, so there is no need to dress up."

"I'll go." Lydia took off her blindfold, leaned against the head of the bed and made a phone call with a smile, "When?"

"Halloween at six o'clock in the evening." Watson seemed to be called by someone behind him. He put away his phone and answered, and then said goodbye to Lydia in a hurry. Before hanging up, Lydia heard him ask Sherlock if he wanted to follow the words Say something.

After answering the call, Lydia couldn't fall asleep. She just sat down and logged into the forum with her mobile phone. X College's WiFi is very smooth, and she won't get stuck watching videos. She swiped the forum for a while and went to draw this week's Custom signature.

The winner this time is a newly registered number who only bought a picture of Captain America a few hours ago.

It was already past twelve o'clock at this moment, and Lydia originally thought that this person had already fallen asleep, but who knew that the moment she sent her message, the other party responded in seconds: [Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! !Can I ask for a photo of Iron Man? 】Lydia has personally experienced Murphy's Law. The more you don't want to come, the more likely it will happen. However, custom autographs are not like daily autograph photos. It is her own rule that unless the objective conditions are insufficient, she will not refuse casually of.

She smiled helplessly at the phone screen, and her fingers almost poked holes in the phone screen: 【No problem. 】Customer: 【In order to get the photos as soon as possible!I am willing to add a lot of money! !I love you the most! 】