Marvel's Rampage

Chapter 3 When pulling out, it is best to start from both sides of the temples

"And it's only a mere dozen years, so I don't care at all. Anyway, the most abundant thing for me is probably time." No. 3 said in a relaxed tone.

After hearing this, Xue Pan couldn't help but look at the two women sitting in the front seat, one large and one small. The "situation" mentioned by No. 3 most likely happened to these two people, but due to coma and inability to communicate, he basically knew nothing about it.

In addition, the words of No. 3 aroused his curiosity somewhat, which made the boy shaken a lot.

After gritting his teeth and hesitating for a long time, Xue Pan finally nodded firmly as if he had made up his mind: "Okay, I'll do the task. Now you should tell me everything they said."

"Don't be stupid, how is it possible~" The moment the boy finished speaking, he was immediately firmly denied by No. 3.

"I will keep my promise." Xue Pan frowned and said in a deep voice.

"It has nothing to do with your credit, it's just that I'm too lazy to say..." No. 3 had a bad attitude, Hehe Yile, and then explained: "But the system has its own language permissions and some other unidentified fragmentary functions. , these will become available as soon as you complete your first mission.”

"So, it's up to you to choose~" No. 3's voice gradually fell silent amid the chuckles, leaving Xue Pan alone in the back seat to make choices about the baldness crisis that should only be worried about in middle-aged and elderly people.

The words "open permissions" really touched Xue Pan. Even in a foreign country with a good language environment, it would take a long time and effort to learn to be able to talk freely.

When you don’t have any hope for your language talent, it is undoubtedly a good choice to complete the task and quickly master the foreign language.

"Even if you pluck out all your hair, it can grow back later...after all, you're not really bald." Xue Pan muttered to convince himself, after all, it would be a waste not to use the system.

After struggling for a while, the guy lowered his head as if he had resigned himself to his fate. He grabbed the hair on his forehead with his fingers and gave it a strong squeeze. A few black hairs immediately appeared between his fingers.After rubbing it slightly for a few times, he exhaled and blew it away.

"Oh, by the way, I just forgot to give you a piece of advice." When the boy was paying tribute to his dying long hair, No. 3's frivolous tone suddenly sounded again: "When pulling out, it's best to start from both sides of the temples. If you say something before plucking your forehead, it will easily make people think that you are a balding teenager~"

Xue Pan rolled his eyes vigorously and ignored it, but his fingers quietly moved to both sides of his head.

Under the influence of the last sentence of No. 3, the boy even felt a little lucky for a moment. The system only asked him to cut himself into a bald head...

Xue Pan, who was sitting in the back with his hair pulled out, did not attract much attention from the two ladies in front.

Although the guy's expression changed and he murmured to himself during this period, under the premise of being certified as a mental patient, Qin Gray didn't say much except looking at him several times in the rearview mirror.

After all, no matter how abnormal it is, being able to sit calmly in a seat and count one's hair is a very acceptable result for a person whose disease has the word "violence" in its name.

As for the little girl Winstead, she was probably used to her brother's abnormal behavior. Apart from the other actions during the conversation, she only moved her arms when turning the pages of the book.

The vehicle was driving on the street extremely smoothly, but the speed was a bit unsatisfactory.To catch up with the evening rush hour in New York City, which has a place in the world's congested cities, can only be said to be a sad story.

However, for Xue Pan, this stop-and-go driving rhythm was quite pleasant to see. He kept tucking his temples as fast as possible without hurting his scalp.Because no matter where he was taken, or who he was taken to see, he didn't want to miss the conversation that might occur after getting off the car.

In addition, being able to understand English is also a top priority. Otherwise, Xue Pan would have known that they were heading towards the Bronx in New York by relying on the road signs and various store brands they passed along the way.

As we get closer to our destination, the surrounding vehicles become sparse, and the bustling commercial shops on both sides of the street disappear, replaced by tall and lush trees.

Xue Pan peeped out of the car window while pulling out his hair. The trees surrounded by low walls made of cobblestones were numerous and extremely prosperous. Only through the gaps between the branches could one vaguely see the obscured corner of the castle.

The car began to slow down slowly, and finally came to a black iron gate along the low wall. This made the boy guessing where he would be taken somewhat relieved. At least the walls of the mental hospital could not be built so low. Is not it

As the car drove in, the boy noticed an oval brass door plate hanging on the wall of the pillar on the left side of the door. With the flash of headlights, he could vaguely see that there seemed to be a small cross on it. Number.

Further ahead is an open green lawn with undulating grass slopes extending to both sides. A wide and clean corridor in the middle leads to an ancient castle that has been washed away by time and full of history.

Around them, a few boys and girls gathered together, either laughing and playing on the lawn, or walking slowly along the soft undulating grass slopes of the lakeshore to the other side.

Xue Pan blinked, feeling that this scene was inexplicably familiar.But before he could think about it, the vehicle familiarly turned into the garage on the side of the castle and stopped.

"Okay, kids, we're here." Qin turned off the engine and took out the key: "Put your luggage in the trunk first. I'll take you to see the professor first."

Winstead, who was in the passenger seat, said nothing, quietly closed the book, opened the car door and walked out.

Although the boy didn't understand what was said, this obvious scene still let him know what he should do now.

After getting out of the car, under the bright lights in the room, Xue Pan sped up his movements because of time constraints, obviously attracting the attention of the other two people.

Qin was stunned by the new hairstyle with her hair bald on both sides. She stared in silence for several seconds before turning her gaze to Winstead again: "He is..."

"This is the first time I've seen him do this," the girl looked at Xue Pan expressionlessly, and said calmly, "Maybe it's because he thinks he can get rid of it after he plucks all his hair."

"Well..." Qin pursed her lips and let out a hesitant and weak moan, which she felt she couldn't answer.