Marvel's princess becomes king

Bella took a few deep breaths, boosted her psychic shield to the maximum, and her spiritual energy ran quickly, suppressing negative emotions again.

To divert her attention, she looked down at the short story The Day After Tomorrow.

There is indeed a touching scene in the New York Public Library, as well as the impact of some negative emotions in my own heart.

"Sorry, there have been a lot of things lately. This short story did come from some thoughts in my heart, but I used cold to metaphor some people and some things." She explained for her previous gaffe.

"Can you go out for a walk with me? As you know, I am an old man and I enjoy walking in the evening." The old bald man did not continue to delve into the topic of the end of the world.

Bella still found no trace of the other party's existence in her own mind detection, which shows that the old bald man also has similar anti-mind-reading and anti-detection methods.

But this is normal. As the most powerful psychic in the world, it would be strange if he didn't know the inner secrets to protect himself.

"Of course." Bella packed her things, put on her backpack, and pushed Professor Charles out of the library.

After leaving the library, she was a little confused. The old man didn't say where her home was, and she didn't know. Could it be that he was pushed to the New York Police Department? I said I picked up a lonely old man on the road. Can you help contact his family?

As if he guessed her thoughts, the old bald man smiled and said: "Just walking around casually. In fact, I haven't been out for a long time... On that street over there, I remember there was a restaurant back then. The food was so good." , but now it has become a high-rise building..."

Like a competent tour guide, the old bald man told her about New York's past from time to time.

"Auroro told me about you, do you want to know what she said about you?" The old bald man suddenly showed a pure smile like a child.

What does Storm say about herself? Bella thought for a moment: "Uh, of course."

"Ororo said you were smart and brave, but I saw your fragility and hesitation."

The old man's tone was normal, neither a compliment nor a curse. Bella nodded in approval of this evaluation.

"You are right. I do have a sense of crisis, and I always wrap myself up. It has always been like this from the beginning to the end."

Her soul shield, which is completely integrated with her soul, is proof of this. It is open hours a day to prevent mind reading and mind control. It is now a complete function.

This was Bella's habitual caution, and it was also a kind of protection finally formed by her various uneasy emotions after traveling through time.

"There's nothing wrong with protecting yourself. You don't have to hesitate because of it. The most important thing is behavior, how you define your role in the world."

The old man suddenly looked into the distance. A black stretched Lincoln was slowly approaching: "Ah, it seems that my student has come to pick me up. Well, it was nice chatting with you. Goodbye, Miss Swan."

Bella once asked the old man to call her "Bella", but the old man still stubbornly called her "Miss Swan".

"Goodbye, Professor."

The extended Lincoln stopped in front of the two men, and a man and a woman got down.

The woman was an acquaintance, the Storm mentioned before.

The male Bella has never seen him before. He looks tall and thin, with a strong face and wearing quartz glasses. He should be the famous Cyclops in the mutant circle.

"Hi, Bella."

"Hi Ororo."

After a brief greeting, the tall man pushed the old man into the car. Storm waved goodbye to Bella and walked around to the left to drive.

Professor Charles asked meaningfully before Lincoln left.

"Miss Swan, if you finish writing your short story, can you send me an email and let me see how it ends?"

"of course can."

"Okay, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

The encounter with Professor Charles was just a small episode in life in New York, and the negative emotions were gradually resolved step by step. Bella was not greatly affected and still traveled around New York at her own pace.

Go to the library to read, go shopping, go shopping, and when the mood strikes, continue coding.

She spent three days writing the short story "The Day After Tomorrow". After polishing and revising it, she typed it into an electronic version and sent it to Professor Charles via email.

Humanity was not destroyed, but the northern hemisphere was frozen, and the survivors evacuated to the southern hemisphere, which is what the American population today calls a third world country.

Hegemony has completely disappeared, the proud and arrogant Americans have become guests of other countries, oil is no longer the trigger of war, and the prosperous past has become history.

In the book, the newly elected President of the United States gave a speech, hoping that all survivors would unite and continue to fight for survival and the continuation of civilization!

Old man Charles was very satisfied with the ending of the story. He didn't know that the original ending of the story was like this. He thought it was his persuasion that made Bella change her mind. He thought the ending was more meaningful than he expected.

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"The barriers between races are actually language and deeper values. In my opinion, it is difficult to eliminate hatred by relying on the efforts of one or two people. It will take time and more sacrifices to achieve it bit by bit. To get used to it..."

In the library, Bella chatted with a new friend of hers.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties, with all his hair falling out, a pair of big glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a modest smile on his lips.

Carl Elijah is a high school history teacher, and there are many Russians among his students.

Russians have a miserable life in the United States, stealing, robbing, and causing all kinds of social incidents. Most Russians can only join gangs when they come here.

This teacher Carl Elijah patiently taught those Russian children history, hoping that they would find their own way out in history.

Whenever he sees his students in the library, he encourages them to study hard.

The history teacher was just chatting at first, and Bella didn't feel any malice. Seeing that the history teacher, who was still single in his forties, didn't look like a superpower or a magician, she just said a few words casually.

Unexpectedly, the two people had very similar views, and soon they started talking about the human trafficking incident in Paris that had been widely spread recently.

"Women and children cannot be harmed. I think even gangsters should abide by this most basic bottom line." History teacher Elijah said with a hint of indignation in his tone.

As a witness, Bella had the right to speak. She could not say that she was the one responsible for the bloody streets, but she also expressed her opinion, that is, those traffickers deserve to die!

"The principle of civilization is that we should treat criminals more mercifully than they treat victims. We cannot lower ourselves to the level of criminals..."

History teacher Carl Elijah's words were so sharp that Bella couldn't help but look at him twice.