A foreigner's journey

It has been a month since the Hero Association was officially announced.

Contrary to most people's expectations, this non-profit charity organization that claims to specialize in serving superheroes and providing professional customization for heroes has not been officially banned or received a cold reception, but has become extremely popular in a very short period of time.

As of now, the British Association has officially announced that more than 40 superheroes have registered with the British Association.

The British Association promises that it will not require superheroes to reveal their true identities, nor will it assign any type of mandatory tasks to registered superheroes. The purpose of the association is to provide comprehensive services to superheroes.

Superheroes registered with the British Association also admitted this in interviews after performing heroic acts of justice, and all of them praised the British Association.

Every superhero registered with the British Association has received a brand new bearer account. The Hero Association will distribute incentive funds to the account every month. This encouragement may not be a lot, but it is enough for an adult to live in New York. Rent an apartment in a prosperous city and live without worries for a month.

In addition, if the superhero has difficulties in life, such as needing more incentive funds or additional social resource assistance, the Hero Association will decide whether to invest additional incentive funds after a specific assessment.

In this case, the superhero may be required to provide proof of his true identity. The Hero Association has set up a relatively complete plan for this situation to ensure that the true identity of the superhero will never be leaked.

In addition, based on the comprehensive public opinion evaluation and social contribution value of registered heroes, the Hero Association will also add bonus bonuses to the monthly incentive bonuses of each superhero. To ensure that superheroes who devote themselves to serving the people and society and have no time to take into account their work and life will not have financial worries.

Of course, the association has also set up a number of clauses for registered heroes to regulate the course of action of superheroes when they are doing justice.

Just yesterday, Su Zhan, the president of the Hero Association, announced that with the cooperation between the association and the government, the Superhero Act and the Superhuman Regulation and Protection Act have made great progress.

"Superhumans are neither higher nor shorter than humans. They are just humans with specific talents."

On the TV screen, the handsome and unrestrained president of the Heroes Association was sitting at the press conference, with a loud and powerful voice:

“I hope that in the near future, the world will see superheroes as specific professions similar to ‘firefighters’, ‘policemen’, and ‘lawyers’, rather than weirdos and illegal vigilantes in fancy costumes.

Superheroes and superhumans are part of this world and are making their own contributions to protecting world peace.

Next, I would like to invite Miss Qin Gray, the ‘Phoenix’ from the X-Men, to speak…”

Click! The television was turned off.

Gwen held her cheek and stared at the darkened TV screen for several seconds before turning her head: "I just saw a wonderful clip!"

Heather sat on the second-hand sofa she bought, holding a comic in one hand and holding the TV remote control in the other. She said without raising her head: "You have read it no less than five times just here, and I am tired of hearing it. "

Gwen lay on the table with her mouth flat: "Oh... I just... I just don't understand how the world is changing so fast."

"For example?" Heather slowly turned to the next page of the comic.

"A month ago, a masked hero like me was like a doormat, a hero who was doing justice but couldn't do anything good... Oh, I'm not saying that I want to fight for some benefits or anything, it's just... you know.

Dad and the police don't like Ghost Spider, they think she's an illegal vigilante who doesn't abide by the law; newspapers and websites like the Daily Bugle don't like Ghost Spider either, they think she's a sensational pervert in tights... I have to go out on patrol every night, which makes me Lack of sleep, serious performance decline..."

Heather had to interrupt her: "I'm sorry to interrupt you. When you say the serious decline in grades, you mean from third in grade to fourth in grade?"

"Isn't this enough? Fourth place! You can't even get on the podium in a competition!"

"Okay, I'm okay, please continue."

"Hmph! Also, if the spider suit is damaged, I usually have to sew it up myself. If it can't be repaired, I have to replace it with a spare one. Do you know how expensive the short track speed skating tights are on the Internet nowadays? I bought them from Oshi Industrial Biocable raw materials are also a huge financial drain.”

The more Gwen talked, the more resentful she became, and her pretty face twisted up.

"And talcum powder," Heather reminded.

"Yes! Talcum powder! I suffered a loss when I first became Spider-Woman, but later I discovered that I need to put some talcum powder on before putting on tights, especially on the joints. Oh, and there is also a mask, which needs to be disinfected frequently. In order to prevent being caught by my father I found out that the spider suit had to be secretly mixed with other clothes and taken to a paid washing machine outside for washing, and several of my favorite clothes were stained.”

Being a superhero is not as glamorous as it seems. There are endless troubles and precautions inside.

Heather suddenly hesitated and hesitated to speak.

Gwen rarely saw him with such an expression and said strangely: "Are you constipated?"

"No! I just have a question that I'm particularly curious about...but I'm not sure whether I should ask it."

"Ask, I am your nominal girlfriend now. Just ask if you want. I will decide whether to answer based on the situation."

Gwen flipped her hand and shot out a spider thread to grab the comic from Heather's hand, "Iron Man's weekly comic? It's great to have money, and you can publish your own comics."

"Then I ask, you are not allowed to hit anyone."

Heather scratched her cheek and asked in a low voice with some embarrassment:

"You...what kind of underwear do you usually wear under your tights?"

Gwen was stunned for a moment, and then her face quickly turned red: "What kind of a question is this! Dirty! Perverted!"

Heather dodged the comic book thrown at her and argued: "You asked me to ask!"

Gwen didn't find anything suitable to throw nearby, so she could only give up angrily for the time being: "Why do you think of such a question?"

"When I usually see you or other superheroes, it seems that the outline of underwear cannot be seen on the surface of the tights, so I am quite curious. Could it be T-shirts..."

"No!"

Gwen shot out spider silk to pull Heather in front of her, blushing and leaning over to whisper a few words in his ear.

Heather's eyes behind the frame suddenly widened, and she looked at Gwen's pretty face in surprise.

Are all superheroes so unrestrained?

"What's that look in your eyes? Wearing regular underwear will make you look stupid outside of tights, and it will hurt because of intense exercise, but you have to wear it... Hate it, why am I discussing this topic with you so seriously?"

"You are my girlfriend, have you forgotten?"

"Temporary!"

The two of them quarreled for a while, and the phone suddenly made a beeping alarm.

Gwen realized that the time was up and hurried to pack her schoolbag: "I have to go home quickly. Do you need me to bring you lunch tomorrow?"

"I want a bacon sandwich."

"It depends on the situation. I'll go to the supermarket on the way home. See you tomorrow!"

After saying that, Gwen turned over and jumped out of the window with her schoolbag on her back. With the slight sound of spider silk, her figure disappeared between the tall buildings in the distance.

During this period, in order to confirm their relationship in the eyes of their classmates, Gwen would come to Heather's rental house in St. Regis House from time to time after school to play for a while. The relationship between the two became closer and closer, at least in the eyes of their classmates and friends.

After standing in front of the window for a long time, Heather turned and walked towards the living room. The spider silk on the comic book would take an hour to decompose automatically, so she decided to make something for dinner before that.

Suddenly, Heather's cell phone rang.

"Hmm?"

He picked up the phone and frowned. It was an unfamiliar number... His social circle was narrow, and there were only a few people who could call him.

"Hello?"

After answering the phone, the voice from the other end was not the harassing or fraudulent call she had imagined, but a strange but pleasant female voice -

"Excuse me, Mr. Heather Annon? This is the Hero Association."