Superman is my primary school classmate

The weak-legged Sean was supported by Clark back to the dormitory, and immediately threw himself on his bed, buried himself in the pillow and murmured, "I'm so exhausted——"

The whole body was exhausted and ran a half-marathon.

"The one with you is a new teacher?" Clark picked up the kettle on the table and shook it. The water in the half-full pot rattled. He knocked on the door opposite and poured a glass of water back. Handed it to Sean who was lying on the bed, Sean thanked him and raised his head and took a big sip. His throat felt like a long-dry desert, and finally got moistened.

"It seems to be." Sean rubbed his eyes. The activation of the previous ability made him start to feel sleepy and tired. "Mr. Gray said that the professor invited him to join. I don't know what class he will teach. It doesn't look like he can teach." class."

Thinking of Deadpool running the train with his mouth full just now, Clark nodded in agreement.

Just after Logan heard Deadpool's disrespectful address, a heavy punch hit Deadpool's face as his response, and Deadpool's head was twisted 180 degrees by the blow, turned to the back, and his body followed suit. It spun and flew out, stuck to the wall with a "snap", and it took a long time before it slipped pitifully to the ground.

His body was throbbing uncontrollably, his hands, ankles, and neck were all broken and he lay crookedly on the ground. Deadpool sobbed softly like a bullied daughter-in-law, reaching out to Sean for help.

Logan stared at him and rolled his eyes, and pushed Clark and Sean's backs to let them go back to the room first, "Don't worry about him, I will deal with the professor. Go back to rest, and you have class tomorrow."

Sean thought of the tragedy of Deadpool's broken arms and legs, and it would take ten and a half months to recover.

"Hey, everyone, are you talking about me?"

Just as he was talking, the person concerned came uninvited.

Deadpool slipped into the door of the dormitory that was not closed tightly, and Sean exclaimed. Deadpool jumped backwards with his hands folded in a diving posture, and fell on Sean's bed. The soft bed made him bounce a lot. feet high.

Satisfied, he rubbed his head on the fluffy quilt, "It's cool."

Sean could only turn over and move out of the bed. Deadpool flopped around twice like a dead fish, occupying all the seats unceremoniously.

"The environment here is really good." Deadpool let out a long breath of comfort, smiled grinningly, and rubbed the quilt under him. How long has this guy's uniform not been washed.

Deadpool seemed to have the ability of telepathy, knowing Sean's thoughts. He wriggled on the bed like a bug, leaving a human-shaped black shadow on the quilt he rubbed against. Deadpool bowed his head embarrassedly and scratched. Scratching, he said with a hearty smile: "I just washed it last year, it's okay, it doesn't smell."

Sean said he didn't want to make any comment at all.

"Goo-"

There were two stomach whines in the dormitory at the same time, one came from Sean himself, and the other came from the bed. Deadpool raised his hand, "Is there anything to eat? I haven't had dinner yet."

Sean looked at the sandwich that Clark brought to him on the table, Deadpool's eyes lit up with joy, how could Sean be reconciled, and threw himself on the plate, Deadpool deftly turned over and put his left foot on Sean's chest, saying to himself Holding his chin in a nonchalant manner, he said aggressively, "Oh, it would be even better if there were lobsters. I can only feel wronged."

Going ahead of him, he slowly picked up the sandwich and stuffed it into his mouth. The palm-sized sandwich blocked Deadpool's throat and made him jump. He picked up the water glass and poured it down his throat.

Sean hehe, choke you to death.

In the corner room on the third floor, Logan had just finished taking a shower. He was wearing a pair of loose cotton lace-up sweatpants and walked out of the bathroom. His short, erect hair didn't need to be wiped with a towel, and he shook his head like a dog. , The water droplets splashed and dried up in a short while.

Just saying something was wrong, Logan tensed his face, the ground was a cut rope, and the Deadpool who should have been in the room was gone,

In order to prevent Deadpool from harming the students, it is also to prevent Deadpool from harassing Qin.

Of course, Logan was selfish because of the latter reason. He obligedly agreed to Professor X's arrangement to let him and Deadpool stay in the same room. In front of Professor X, he grabbed Deadpool's mask and hood and walked into the room.

Deadpool jumped up and down all the way and greeted Logan to get close. He is not a natural mutant, but has undergone genetic modification to produce mutations.

A few years ago, he went to the doctor and learned that he had cancer. In order to prolong his life, he joined an underground organization and injected the self-healing factor extracted from Wolverine cells. By accident, he became a mutant. people.

Logan snorted noncommittally, so what?

Deadpool grabbed Logan's neck with both hands, hung it on his back, scraped his toes on the ground, and said coquettishly: "How can a close relative of the same blood be ignored - you must cover me at school."

Seeing Logan stop and turn to look at him, Deadpool blinked.

Logan grabbed Deadpool's back with his backhand and fell to the ground. He took out a hemp rope as thick as his wrist from the drawer, tied Deadpool's hands and upper body in a tight manner, and tied him to the head of the bed. Before entering the bathroom, Logan He was clearly warned, "Stay where you are obediently and don't run around."

Deadpool shrugged his shoulders in agreement, but how could he be obedient and obedient, tied to the bedside like a pet dog, it was too cheap.

Not to mention that Deadpool looks like a rough guy with thick arms and thick legs. He had specially signed up for two years of yoga classes and practiced seriously. If the back of his hands is tied, it means that his feet are free.

With his back slightly leaning against the edge of the bed, his whole body curled up like a shrimp ball, his hips raised, his feet crossed his head until they hooked around his neck, he easily caught the samurai sword behind him, and pulled it out.The samurai|sword flew up and spun down in the air, and just cut off the rope tied to his body. Deadpool gave himself a thumbs up, "Perfect!"

Over there, Logan checked the escaped dangerous elements room by room. Here, the guy who didn't know that he was being chased was still sucking his fingers leisurely, and a loud belch disgusted everyone.

Sean looked at him sadly, and he hadn't had a bite of his meal by this time.

"Thank you for the hospitality." Deadpool clasped his hands together and bowed reverently to the empty plate.

"Wade..." Logan stood at the door with a gloomy face, pinching his fingers on the wooden door frame, making a pitiful creaking sound.

Deadpool ignored Logan's bad face, poked his index fingers in circles, patted his buttocks and said goodbye to Sean, "Dad is here to find me, we'll play tomorrow—oh!"

Logan originally wanted to grab Deadpool's ear, but he couldn't do it while wearing a mask, so he could only grab his neck in the next best thing, and slammed the door heavily with a bang.

The next day.

"Hahahahahaha."

Sean had heavy dark circles under his eyes, and when Katie saw his expression, she burst out laughing, "Did you become a thief last night?"

Sean glanced at her lightly.

Clark replied helplessly, "Mr. Wilson came to our room at night and took away Sean's dinner. He didn't sleep well all night."

Katie thought it was something, and patted Sean on the shoulder, "Why didn't you say it earlier, come to my room, the snacks my ex-boyfriend gave me are piled up in a cabinet, and no one eats them."

Peter complained, "Katie..."

Katie put her arms around Sean's wrist with a smile, and pulled it to her side. She moved inside and patted the seat, "I've reserved it for you, the class will start soon, get it done soon."

There are tens of thousands of horses neighing in Xiao En's head now, trampling his head without compassion, his eyelids are constantly fighting, his only obsession is to dismiss get out of class immediately, rush upstairs to sleep in the dark Sleep.

After the bell rang, the small whispers gradually stopped. The students took out the textbooks and notes in their schoolbags and waited for the teacher to enter the door.

"Attend class."

Scott had two books under his hands, and a denim jacket was his standard equipment. Scott walked to the podium to put down his things, turned on the computer and plugged in a USB flash drive, and there was a person behind him.

All of a sudden, everyone's curiosity was aroused. The students lowered their voices and communicated in private. They obviously had a strong curiosity about the man sitting by the podium.

Deadpool felt the intense gaze from the students in the audience, and smiled coquettishly, "Hi—"

"Pervert wow!" The female students screamed in horror.

Katie also reacted quickly, and suddenly covered her eyes.

Deadpool stood up strangely, turned his head to see if his pants had a hole in his buttocks, he looked down and realized that he was still shy, turned his back and pulled up the zipper of his pants.

"Don't be afraid, I won't eat you." Deadpool swung his buttocks and sat down. A chubby guy who was sitting on the seat was ruthlessly squeezed to the ground by him. Deadpool waved his right hand and conjured a A rose, dedicated to the people around, "Beauty deserves flowers, I hope you can get it."

The black-haired girl looked at Deadpool lightly, and Deadpool looked up expectantly.

The girl opened her mouth and blew out a breath, and the rose instantly turned into grains of sand and shattered into nothingness.

Deadpool clenched twice, leaving only a handful of yellow sand in his hand: "..."

"Wade." Scott turned his face to the podium with a cold face. Deadpool and the brunette girl agreed to meet again, and the brunette girl lowered her head indifferently.

Deadpool ran up to the podium, tapped his heels together, stood in figure eight, straightened his body and saluted the students, "DeadPool reports to everyone—"

Scott quickly grabbed Deadpool's collar and pressed it on the seat beside him to prevent him from attacking his classmates again.

He couldn't bear it anymore, and he couldn't understand how Professor X would agree to let such a man who ignored social laws and common sense join X Academy, he was about to ruin the peaceful life here.

Scott swears that after class, he will go to Professor X to appeal and respond immediately. Deadpool is defiant, disrupts classroom discipline, and even dares to openly harass underage female students. He simply does not have what a teacher should have. sense of responsibility.

Scott forced himself not to look at Deadpool's actions. The latter sat obediently on his seat with his neck curled up. If Deadpool took out his knife and started carving patterns on the podium table, everything could be counted. Good and safe.

Opening the teaching plan, Scott continued to teach the content of the previous class. Because of frequent outings, he could only ask Logan to substitute for his own part of the course.

How could he rest assured of a savage who stretched out his claws to reason with others? In the first class back, Scott naturally had to work harder on theory.

A video is being played on the big screen in the classroom, showing real-time footage of the X-Men fighting against the S.H.I.E.L.D. Alliance in Chiapas.

The authorities got information that a large amount of unknown goods were transported through the border to many cities in the southeastern part of Mexico. The local poor residents were starved of food, and they were tempted by the condition that they could exchange for two days' food intake with injections of drugs. Free experimental body excretion Follow the team to the door.

At first, many civilians who did not know the truth lined up at the pick-up location, but after half a month, the people who had been injected with the drug died one after another, and the corpses left behind gave off a stench. The reptiles ate the carrion of the corpses and died immediately.

A riot was set off in the slums.

But as the person involved, he just used force to suppress it, and immediately packed up all his things and rushed to the next station.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. spies who had been lurking in Mexico reported the situation to their superiors and found out that it was a group of underground organizations that attempted to conduct genetic modification in private to create mutants.

After thinking about it, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. immediately got in touch with the X Academy. The X-Men members who went to Mexico were Cyclops, Storm, and Nightcrawler.

Everyone watched the fight in the video with bated breath.

The video was shot with Scott as the first perspective.

Someone yelled at Scott, "Dodge! Dodge!"

Looking up, it was a cannonball falling from the sky, about to explode on top of Scott's head, a blue man suddenly appeared in the air, with a slender tail tied around Scott's calf, and suddenly turned into black mist with a "bang", Dissipate in place.

The video suddenly fell into darkness, then brightened again, and there was a "boom" explosion. The two had fled the explosion point for 100 meters and hid in the dilapidated concrete room.

Bomb | The shock wave of the bomb explosion kicked up a cloud of dust.

"Cough cough."

Katie joined in and explained to the two of them in a timely manner, "Nightcrawler was actually an X student before. Later, when he heard that the Mystique next to Magneto was his mother, he switched to Magneto. But I don't think so. See how Nightcrawler found his mother, with their same blue skin?"

But Katie shook her head helplessly, "It's a pity that the identification of relatives failed. Mystique has been working outside and has a strong sense of professionalism. She is not a woman who will be forced to stop just because she has a child. Well, Mystique It is also my idol, and my dream is to become such an independent woman in the new century."

The progress bar of the video was quickly put to the end. Everyone broke into the interior, but found that only the temporary local staff were left. They knelt down for help in broken English, and all the high-level people had no idea what was going on. Time slipped away, leaving a few wounded and fainted on the battlefield, who also bit off their tongues in the ensuing torture, and died of excessive blood loss.

Scott said that showing this video to the students not only allows them to appreciate the atmosphere of the battle early, but also allows everyone to clearly understand what benefits a team's ability cooperation will bring to the group, and how to organize the team is crucial. became the content of today's course.

"Everyone, complete a class report before the next class, analyze the abilities of all the existing students, how to form a team in this battle in the video, reduce injuries and maximize the benefits of the battle. Everyone submits There are six to eight plans, and the personnel of each plan cannot be repeated."

"Ahhh-"

There was a burst of wailing in the classroom, "Teacher, why did you assign us so many homework just after you came back?"

"Yeah, it's the weekend soon, and I have to stay in the room and do my homework..."

Scott pushed his glasses, and just when everyone thought he was about to change his words, he opened his lips cruelly and said two words, "get out of class is over."

"Ow..."

As soon as the front foot left, the classroom exploded, and everyone began to discuss how to complete Scott's task.

There are a total of 32 people in the class. According to Scott's request, if they are divided into a group of four, they can just make up eight groups.

The battle simulation analysis of the eight teams must have at least a thousand words or more. Even if you stay up all night and lose your hair, you can't finish it in a week.

Some people have already started to share the idea of ​​division of labor, cooperation and resource sharing. As long as a group of teams completes their own homework, when the time comes, you can lend me your reference and mine for you to read. Only by helping each other can we achieve Datong world... …

Naturally, Katie formed a team with Sean and Clark right away, and Peter walked slowly to the side of the actions of the three.

The tall boy with bushy eyebrows and big eyes stood beside the short Katie, looking like an obedient cat.

It was only afterwards that Peter realized that he was impulsive at the time, only caring about his own temper, but ignoring Katie's feelings, and making judgments without knowing the truth of the matter clearly.

After talking with Bobby in private, Peter understood his mistake more deeply. He tried to find opportunities to apologize to Katie and get his girlfriend back, but Katie always refused the door.

Peter pulled his face down, "I really realized my mistake."

His firm face and moving eyes stared at Katie for a moment, and Katie's stubborn expression was clearly reflected in his black pupils.

Sean yawned and pulled Clark up to leave. Katie looked at the backs of the two anxiously, and finally let go under Peter's stalking.

There are two history classes for Professor X in the afternoon. He has to hurry up and go back to the dormitory to catch up on sleep after dinner. Although the professor is always smiling on weekdays, he is very close and easy to talk to everyone.

It’s like a different person in class. I like to pick people who are distracted and can’t concentrate to stand up and answer questions. The punishment for those who don’t listen carefully is also very simple. Double or even three or four times the amount of homework, let you Start questioning your life.

Not to mention that Sean is also a college student. He still takes history classes in his freshman and sophomore years. He usually catches fish in class and stays up all night at the end of the semester for a sprint. Cleaned up.

However, the history class taught by Professor X not only includes the modern history of the United States and Europe, but also the materials collected from unknown sources, which have been compiled into three volumes of "Modern and Modern History of Western Mutants" over the years.

According to the news that Katie peeked at at some point, Professor X has communicated with the relevant Asian administrations, and started to prepare for the compilation of "Compendium of Modern History of Asian Mutants"...

On the planner in the office, there are also goals for Africa and Latin America.This is a complete set of books about the history of all mutants. Sean began to worry that the fellow mutants who will go to school ten years later, who are still the size of peas, will have to work so hard to recite the history as tall as him. Books, which are not good for the physical and mental development of teenagers.

While queuing in the cafeteria in a daze, Sean actually fell asleep standing up. He dreamed of returning to the academy in 1981 after traveling through time with a supernatural power.

Under his feet is the basketball court floor paved with plastic, and he looks up at the oncoming basketball that is getting bigger and bigger.

Scott trotted and gave Sean a strange look, "Why are you in a daze, don't tell me you can't play basketball."

How is that possible.

Basketball is almost the ball game that boys have been exposed to the most since they were young. From an [-]-year-old grandfather to a two-year-old toddler, they can all walk around with the ball.

But the quality of the game is not so easy to say.

Who knows how to shoot the ball? Sean has been a backup for the basketball team since he was a child. Except for the fact that all the regular players of the basketball team have fractures and the backup also has diarrhea, he generally will not have the opportunity to play.

After so many years of being on the bench, Sean also understood that basketball is not his only way out.

So Sean ran to the tennis court without hesitation when he was taking a physical education class in college.

Sean squeezed the basketball in his hand, and the rough leather texture rubbed against his palm, giving him the illusion of returning to junior high school.

Take a deep breath, it is the unique breath of ball games, surrounded by people watching the theater.

Qin tied her hair into a ponytail and rolled up her cuffs. The outside temperature was only a few degrees, and the breath she exhaled turned into white mist and disappeared into the air.

She bent her knees, resting her elbows on her thighs, and nodded to Scott, "I'm ready."

The three acted as the attacking side, with Sean serving first.

In the half court, three against three, each game lasts 10 minutes in the first and second half, one side has the right to serve once, at the end of the time, the player who throws the most balls wins.

Paul stared at Sean covetously, and Scott threatened Sean with sharp eyes that if he didn't play well, he would look good in the future.

Sean felt as if he was facing a big enemy. In order not to disappoint his teammates' trust in him, he stretched out his strong arms and stretched his hands. The basketball was pushed out of his hands, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

The basketball was swiped into the hand in the next second.

"Good job!"

Paul yelled loudly and clapped his hands, "Run, defend the basket!"

Scott turned his head and stared at Sean with an extremely dull expression.

Sean clasped his hands together to deeply review his mistake, and vowed that he would not make it again. The difficult action of controlling the ball was really not suitable for him, but the next half hour made Sean decide that he would never touch it again in his life. basketball.

"Sean."

Clark felt that someone was hitting his back with his head one after another, and turned around to stabilize the man who was about to fall. Sure enough, Sean's eyes were closed in a daze, leaving only a gap.

Clark rested his shoulders on Sean's head. The latter didn't take care of his hair because he didn't get up early and didn't get enough sleep. His messy black hair was fluffy on his head, and the crystal saliva was almost dripping from his slightly opened mouth. It fell down, making Clark soften all of a sudden.

Reluctant to wake Sean up, Clark asked the chef to give him two packing boxes, hugged him tightly with his left hand, took his lunch and prepared to go back to the dormitory.

"No way." Katie passed by Clark and looked enviously at Sean, who was unconscious and hugged in his arms. This guy didn't have any self-consciousness, and left Clark with a slobber on his shoulder, "Is it possible to fall asleep like this? "

"Let's go back first." Clark said goodbye to Katie and Peter. While walking, Sean's head wobbled and was about to fall out, but he pushed it back to his shoulder.

Looking at Clark's tall and broad back, Katie couldn't hide her jealousy, "It's like coaxing a child."

Peter stammered, "I'll do the same to you if you want to."

Katie rolled her eyes speechlessly, and when she walked past Peter, the soles of her feet stepped heavily on his toes, and she stepped over as if nothing had happened, "Who wants you to coax, are you going to be my boy?" Friend, still be my father."

Of course, Peter, who was partially metalized at the first time, didn't notice any pain. He was still a little dazed. He looked at the back of Katie's head and still didn't understand what she meant. He patted his head and thought for a while before suddenly realizing it. Katie's figure, "Hey! Boyfriend, of course it's boyfriend!"

At noon, Professor X formally introduced the new member Deadpool at the dinner table.

Logan sniffed at him as Deadpool's roommate.

And Scott even regarded him as air. He was arranged by Professor X to be the leader of Deadpool. He was familiar with all kinds of affairs of the college with Deadpool. Take classes as a teaching assistant.On the first day, he thoroughly understood the character of this scumbag.

The other faculty members introduced their identities. During the meal, Deadpool forced to squeeze between Scott and Qin. Seeing Deadpool shamelessly sticking to Qin, Scott made a gesture to take off his glasses. The protruding foot was retracted in a desperate manner.

It didn't work here, Deadpool turned around and looked for a breakthrough from Logan, licking his face and saying that he should take more care of living under the same roof as his roommate.

Logan's bad temper, the steel claws of his right hand grew out of the phalanx, and the sharp Edman metal shone coldly under the incandescent light.

Deadpool stepped back on tiptoe, well, he shook his head to express his understanding, picked up the plate and twisted it wisely, and decided to find a place for himself.

The entire college is built on the foundation of the Xavier Manor, a hundred-year-old villa that still stands proudly on the land of Westchester County.

The Deadpool who was kicked out is now sitting at the top of the bell tower in the southwest of the villa, the highest position in the entire manor, where he can have a panoramic view of everything.

Whistling out of tune, enjoying the breeze blowing on the face, the sunshine in autumn is not glaring at all, as if it is covered in a huge lampshade, emitting soft light.

Deadpool was sitting on the edge, with his legs dangling in the air and shaking back and forth. There was a video on his mobile phone. It was his favorite supermodel contest. The hot tall female model was wearing a jacket, twisting her waist and fiddling with her hair in front of the stage. Either sharp or charming, red lips pursed.

"What—" Deadpool pouted with his phone in his hands, wanting to send his own hot kiss, just when he was about to touch the screen.

A rotating buffer chrysanthemum appeared on the screen, and Deadpool patted his phone in displeasure, and the video froze one after another, stuck on the model rolling his eyes and bangs flying.

"Evil..." Deadpool put his phone back into his waist pocket, "This broken network, X College is so rich, why can't the whole school cover WiFi! It's annoying."

Looking into the distance, a figure walked by a window on the fourth floor.

Deadpool used one hand as a hat brim to block the sun, put his waist down and took a closer look, "Yo, acquaintance..."

in the dormitory.

Clark put Sean on the bed, and as soon as Sean's back touched the soft bed, he hooked the quilt and rolled over his body, turning into a worm, snoring against the corner of the wall.

Clark sat on a table by the window, with three textbooks and a notebook on the table.

He has been wandering around since graduating from high school, and this is the first time he has settled down safely.

The youthful atmosphere of the school was overwhelming, and Clark was at a loss at the beginning. Most of the boys and girls around him were younger than him, and the oldest ones were about the same age as him. The majority were children who were only ten years old. .

They are still young, but far away from the care of their parents and family, they come to X Academy alone from all over the country.

Of course, their tempers are also very weird.

Clarke has always had trouble with the 12-year-old twins who live next door, but Sean can always coax them around.

Fearing that he would not be able to keep up with the class, Clark could only read books in his spare time and keep up with the big team.

That's when there are always annoying guys.

Without raising his eyes, he could detect someone outside the window, not to mention that this guy was lying on the window like a gecko blocking half of the sunlight.

"Have you eaten yet?" Deadpool waved to Clark cheerfully.

He pushed his chest out and squeezed his belly in with difficulty, and crawled in with both hands and feet.

"Huh—" Deadpool sighed that it was not easy.

Clark just watched Deadpool stepping on the window and on the table, leaving half a footprint on his snow-white textbook.

"Don't look at me like that. I know I was wrong about what happened last night. As a mature adult and a child, I am here to make amends." Deadpool turned around in the room, "The black hair Where's the kid? Ah—he's hiding here and sleeping."

Deadpool squatted by the bed, and took out a plate from the storage bag, "Apology, of course, should be more solemn."

There was nothing on the plate, only the residue left by the soup, Deadpool leaned over and stretched out his hand to dig left and right in the bag, grabbing a large handful of disgusting sticky objects, and leftover chicken bones, " "slap" and fell on the plate, this is the lunch that Deadpool just brought out from the cafeteria just now, the leftovers were randomly put in the bag and sloshed into the current appearance.

Carefully wipe off the sauce splashed on the edge of the plate with your fingertips, "Dangdangdangdang—Deadpool's special love lunch, don't sleep, get up and eat."

Clark grabbed Deadpool's shoulder in displeasure, telling him not to harass Sean.

His eyes flung to his hand the dark food that was enough to make a mosaic or stain people's eyes, and he wanted to take it away with his open hand. It was mixed with all kinds of strange and weird smells, and it was a bit smoky to Clark.

Deadpool struggled to defend himself and said, "Don't look at it smelling bad...the appearance is a bit ugly, but it's still delicious. Let me show you."

As he spoke, he pulled off his mask, and just as he opened his mouth, Deadpool hesitated again, "No, no, forget it, this delicious food is reserved for the black-haired kid to grow his body."

Turning around and grabbing the quilt wrapped around Sean and shaking it, Sean was immediately bounced into the air by the inertial trend.

How could this work? Seeing that Deadpool was about to touch Sean and tried to force him to eat the food on the plate, Clark immediately hooked Deadpool's waistband.

Deadpool staggered back, his short body twirling under Clark's hand, still not escaping from Clark's tightly grasping hand, he yelled dissatisfiedly, "Let go!"

Clark said seriously, "You let go first."

"I didn't catch you again, why are you so shameless!" Deadpool argued unyieldingly, rubbing his other hand behind his back.

Sensing Deadpool's careful thoughts with keen eyes, Clark kicked Deadpool's legs hard, and Deadpool bent down in pain. Clark hooped his hands together along his arms.

Deadpool showed his hands, "Don't worry about it."

Clark's face changed, the plate in Deadpool's hand disappeared, and he raised his head suddenly, Deadpool smiled arrogantly, and the spinning plate that was thrown into the air finally lost its power and began to fall——

The target is directed at Sean.

Sean yawned, and felt that someone was chattering loudly in his ears when he was sleeping. He rubbed his eyes and was not fully awake yet, when a lump of unknown objects fell from the sky.

Dumbly wiping off the sticky substance on his face, Sean stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, and all sorts of strange smells immediately hit his taste buds.

"Ugh—" Sean covered his mouth and still didn't block the gush of digestives.

Clark had expected it, and knew something was wrong when Sean's face was blue, and grabbed Deadpool to stand in front of him.

Tick-tock vomit dripped down Deadpool's visor.

Deadpool touched the position of his eyes and finally saw clearly. He smiled and asked, "Isn't it delicious?"

Sean hadn't recovered yet, so he replied dryly, "Well, it's hard to eat..."

The author has something to say: Send me a picture of the egg pain of being kicked by the US team. I don’t know if the app can see it.

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