[X-Men] Otaku Goddess

New York, USA, "Black Lady" headquarters.

Arthur Sulzberger's bad temper was well known, and the editors would be scolded for the slightest mistake in the layout of the newspaper, and no one dared to speak to him outside of work.

Two mutants appeared on the streets of New York, and one of them was the center of the news two days ago. The editor meant that after Mystique, there might be another mutant hero.

"Combined with the continuation of Hayley Stoker's mutant fiancé craze, newspaper sales could be strong."

Before the editor could finish speaking, he was hit head-on by the books thrown over him: "You're out of your mind!"

Arthur pointed at the editor's nose and scolded: "If we don't point out the huge potential danger of mutants, do we let the public get close to them in a daze? What is it to save a child? Who knows if it's Hayley Stoker Instructing her fiancé to pretend to be sympathetic?"

The editor bent down to pick up the book, and returned it to Arthur with a smile: "I understand."

As soon as he turned around and exited, his expression changed, and he was full of resentment, secretly scolding Arthur thousands of times in his heart.

Evil dictator. Dictator.

And Arthur left the office building with a beer belly, and after a while he moved back with a big belly.

"I need to hear your subject on mutant news again." He tapped his short fat fingers on the editor's desk, his double chin full of contempt.

The editor was at a loss, followed him back to the office anxiously, and said hesitantly, "Isn't it according to your intention that you have other plans after questioning this mutant conflict?"

"Bastard!" Another head-on blow.

"We can find another mutant hero, such as this Pietro." Arthur had deep meaning, "No matter what I said before, what I said at this moment is the latest decision. The news waits for no one. You'd better implement it as soon as possible."

Seeing that the editor was still in a daze, he stared fiercely: "Do you have any questions?"

"No." The editor's hair stood on end, and he stepped back out of the office in a hurry.

Naturally, you won't see the scales of Arthur's skin flipped over on the swivel chair, revealing the true colors of red-haired and blue-skinned.

He would have screamed if he could have seen it.

Mystique.

"Raven, thank you for helping me." On the night when the consensus was reached, the professor smiled at her from his wheelchair.

Mystique didn't appreciate it: "I'm not helping you."

"Thank you for Peter." The professor didn't mind her indifference, and was still gentle. "There are other mutants. Positive news is conducive to improving the human's favorability towards us."

"I don't think we need their favorability at all." Mystique said with force, "To this day you still want to beg for mercy on humans, Charles."

"We can live in peace."

"Come on," she snorted, "unless the president of the United States is also a mutant."

I don't want to waste my words with the professor, I can't convince each other, and the communication is meaningless: "I will leave New York soon, don't look for me again."

"Do you want to go to Eric?" the professor stopped her when she turned around.

"...No." The ripples in Mystique's golden pupils returned to calm, her hands clenched into fists, tightened and loosened, and finally said, "I have nothing to do with him now."

——————Why don’t you come to Jinjiang to see my QAQ—————

"Hayley!" Amy yelled, knocking on the door outside, "at least answer me!"

In the bedroom, the Persian cat blocked its ears with a pillow, buried its head in the quilt, and curled up motionless, like an animal that entered hibernation early, sleeping extremely restlessly.

She couldn't sleep at all.

It has been two days since Pietro went home. Haili thought about what Professor Xavier said at night, turning over and over again, and the stone in her heart became heavier and heavier.

She knew that what he said made sense, and it was because of the reason that it was difficult for her to make a choice.

Cigarettes and alcohol accompany her, the hoarse snowflake noise on the TV, the lights of New York are connected to each other, and the luxury is everywhere. She has never felt that the night is so monotonous and long.

Haley begins to examine her relationship with Pietro.

... She originally thought that she could calmly filter this relationship through a sieve, dividing it carefully.

As a result, when I closed my eyes, all I could think about were trivial things, Pietro's silver-gray hair, his goggles and dimples, his favorite clothes, the smell and temperature of his body when the two hugged, lipstick marks, small silver forks, and so on. The dizziness and nausea of ​​supersonic movement.

Thinking of the last part, her thoughts diverged, she didn't know where to turn, and suddenly thought, if he really proposed to her, she could agree.

The sudden thought startled Haili herself. She got up to light a cigarette, but she pressed half of it in the ashtray, and sighed, "Don't come back."

Pietro is not coming back.

There was a flood of news, led by the "Black Lady", and the paper media were all reporting on Pietro's heroic deeds, and public opinion was instantly reversed.

"Mutants can use their talents to do many things that are beneficial to society."

"America needs heroes."

"Yes, we witnessed his heroic behavior with our own eyes. Facts have proved that the relationship between humans and mutants is not impossible to improve."

Even the Lip Gloss Girl took her younger brother for an interview that day, facing the camera very shyly: "He—I mean Pietro—I think it's a real-life Superman."

Hayley turns off the TV.

From the moment Amy saw the news early in the morning, she began to bombard her home phone indiscriminately. The ringtones rang in succession. When Hailey finally picked up the phone, Amy said excitedly: "Hayley! I There are a few interviews scheduled for you, you and Pietro..."

"He's not in now."

Amy's words seemed to be blocked in her throat at once, and it was very uncomfortable to swallow, but she immediately had an idea: "You can go by yourself, the company will arrange related activities for you immediately, and the filming is also..."

"Amy, I don't want to be interviewed, and I don't want to film for the time being. You..." Haili's temples felt dull like a hammer. At this time, she was standing in the living room with no makeup and bare feet, listless. There was only breathing silence on Amy's side, hesitating for a moment, and let go, "A phone interview, commercials and plays can be taken, but I hope the schedule will start at least half a month later."

Amy was pleased with her answer: "No problem!"

At least now Hailey won't leave the film and television industry, and she won't lose her job.

If she can seize the golden opportunity, Haili's goal of becoming famous in one fell swoop is not too lofty.

Amy happily hung up the phone.

When the bell rang again in Hayley's living room, she thought Amy's phone interview had been arranged quickly, but it was Quiller who answered.

"director?"

"Miss Stocker, you have a lot of airs." Quiller said that, leaving Haley speechless.

"I thought that if something like this happened, it would have missed your movie." Xu Yu, she said.

"Indeed. If you can't help but hang up on me again." Quiller teased, "But you can't make a movie now. I broke my leg the day before yesterday, and the shooting will be postponed."

"I apologize for my previous rudeness." Haili knew that Quiller called her at this time must not be all because she cherishes her as an actor, so she just smiled, "I hope you recover soon."

Before hanging up the phone, Quiller seemed to have no intention of asking: "Your fiance..."

"He's fine." Hayley paused, "but I understand what you mean."

Hayley slept until dark, and Amy was gone long ago.

The dim bedside lamp was always on, with a warm tone, but she still felt a little cold, so she wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.

I don't know how late, Haili heard the door opening.

Half-dream and half-awake, she felt that someone touched her bed, pulled off the quilt, and crawled to her side to hug her.

He came back in a hurry, his breathing and heartbeat retained the memory of running, and the hot breath sprayed on her neck, like a hot feather gently brushing, bringing a tingling numbness to her skin.

"Hailey..." Pietro was extremely attached, whispering as if in a dream, "I miss you."

Thinking about it all the time.

"Hmm." Haili closed her eyes and uttered a vague monosyllable, not sure if it was a response to him.

"I dreamed that you didn't want me." Uncharacteristically, the otaku man was not afraid of waking her up. He half sat up, pecked her lips, and said aggrievedly, "I'm afraid it's true, so I'll run back right away."

"Hmm." Hai Li was still indifferent, drunk in sleep, unwilling to respond.

"My mother asked me to leave you." Seeing this, Pietro sat back and said to himself, "She has some complaints about you, don't mind...she is too worried about me. She said Magneto is my father..."

Little did he know that Hai Li, who was facing away from him, suddenly opened her eyes, and there was no sleepiness in her eyes.

"My mother is very afraid of Magneto. She doesn't want me to have anything to do with him. But I am not afraid of him." Pietro said a little happily, "I thought I would never know who my father is. I have seen him .”

Hailey's heart beat faster.

"But now he is wanted nationwide..."

"Peter." Hayley interrupted him suddenly.

"Well, are you awake?" The otaku immediately leaned over to look at her.

"How much do you like me?" Hailey asked.

Pietro didn't expect her to ask this question, and replied subconsciously: "I like it very much."

"Good boy." Haili stroked his hair, "It's a pity I can't be willful anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"Your dream is probably true." Haili looked at him, still full of tenderness, but what she said made Pietro's heart tighten, "I want to break up with you."

"Hayley?..." He couldn't believe it.

"I've thought about it for a long time. You are very dangerous by my side. Mutants, FBI or others will come to you at any time, and they will also cause me trouble."

Hailey sat up, held Pietro's face in her hands, and explained each word clearly: "You go."

The author has something to say:

The prototype of the "Black Lady" is the "New York Times" known as the "Grey Lady".

During the transition period and burnout period, Kavinka was tearful and was hitting the wall QAQ

I almost wrote abuse, but fortunately I glanced at the label, "Oh, I wrote a sweet article", so I deleted it

And because I have a list task, so... there will be an update tomorrow, and there will be an update the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... [Wang Tian] See if you are very lively and come out and press the cat's paw below the text (/ω＼)