Everyday life at Midtown High School

"Excuseme, are you Professor George Falconer?"

When Pooh approached the professor to say hello, in fact, it was a bit unexpected.

The lights in the bar are not bright, from a little distance...

This professor has slightly white sideburns, sagging and wrinkled skin, and looks elegant and refined, but after all, he is still old.Therefore, Pooh will inevitably think this way: "Maybe he was so handsome when he was young, but now, he can only miss the past youth. '

However, when he really went to get in close contact, he couldn't help showing a look that was almost admiring.

It's a feeling that's hard to describe.

Maybe he is really old and frail, maybe he is not handsome enough; maybe he is really wrinkled and no longer has the appearance of his youth, but his charm is not lost at all, because that kind of thing is not in appearance, but in temperament.On his body, there is a calm and calm posture no matter what he encounters, and a graceful demeanor that is never in a hurry, and the style of an old-fashioned British gentleman.

In Pooh's living environment, this was the first time this type of man appeared.

If we say that we came to strike up a conversation at the beginning with the idea of ​​betting, but now, we do have some sincere friendship.

Of course, this doesn't mean that he wants to cheat, but a kind of human instinct, yearning and pursuit of 'beauty'.

At the same time, the man called 'Professor Falconer' also raised his head after hearing his name.

He noticed Pooh's flexible eyes at first glance. Under the light, in the big warm brown eyes, there was an unknowingly childlike mischievous look, which was very familiar to people of a certain age. It is lethal, it is a kind of yearning and involuntary appreciation for the youthful period in people's bones.

"you know me?"

He asked in a suspicious tone, but his expression remained calm and unchanged.

"I have read some of your papers in journals."

Pooh sat next to him very naturally: "Do you remember the paper you published last September? It's very interesting and wonderful... You wrote in it that smart chips can be transplanted into the human brain, when human beings When you want to do something, the chip can analyze the nerve movement of the brain and decipher people's thoughts through data processing technology, so as to make people's life more convenient, and can also directly enter the network and browse information with thinking..."

Professor Falconer nodded slightly: "Yes, I wrote it."

"Then can I ask you a question?" Pooh said softly.

Professor Falconer smiled slightly.

He already regarded Pooh as a student who was interested in smart chips, and after discovering himself, he came here to ask questions.

So, he calmly assumed the posture of an elder, and looked at Pooh calmly with gentle and encouraging eyes.

At the same time, he replied in a very elegant tone: "If youlike."

'He is so handsome. ' Pooh sighed silently in his heart.

I don't know if it's because of his sexuality, but he is always attracted by some outstanding men, and then he can't help but go up to talk to him, just like some men show courteousness to beauties in different ways.

The most amazing thing is that every time, his success rate is very high.

But that doesn't mean he's skilled and professional in this area.

The real reason is that he really is sincere and speaks and acts from the heart.

This time, of course, was no exception.

He slightly raised the corners of his lips, and suddenly asked, "Has anyone ever complained to you about God's injustice?"

"What?" The question was completely different from what he had imagined, and it could even be said that it was completely irrelevant, which made the professor instantly surprised.

However, after a pause, Pooh looked at him and said slowly and softly: "You are so handsome, you shouldn't have such talent; you have such talent, you shouldn't be so handsome."

For a full 30 seconds, Professor Falconer couldn't say a word.

"...I'm almost fifty, boy," he said finally.

"But even if a person is 70 years old, he still has the right to hear the truth."

Pooh raised his eyes seriously and looked at him.

At this time, while Pooh was not paying attention, Natasha, who had tapped the bug on him in advance, approached Hawkeye gently.

She whispered pitifully in his ear, pretending to be flirtatious, "Clint, I think I'm going to lose my job."

Hawkeye couldn't help holding back a smile and replied: "Don't worry, dear, there are still straight men in the world."

Natasha couldn't help laughing.

10 minutes later,

Holding the cup, Pooh ran back bouncing with light steps.

'Genetics are really amazing. '

Looking at him like this, Black Widow and Hawkeye couldn't help thinking silently in their hearts.

It wasn't so obvious before.

But when Pooh and Stark officially recognized each other, even their walking postures began to gradually assimilate.

Pooh walked over happily, put the cup on the bar coolly, stretched out his hand again, and pointed to the place where the money was placed before, then smiled triumphantly and remained silent.

He propped his chin on one hand, opened his big eyes, and kept looking at the two of them with a smile.

"Damn it." Natasha sighed.

"You're a big kid." Hawkeye couldn't help it either.

Professor Falconer did offer Pooh a drink.

But instead of wine, it's milk.

Although Pooh is not very satisfied with the result,

But anyway, since there was no requirement that it must be alcohol before, then he did win the bet.

Natasha took out the money and sighed, "I believe now that he is Tony's real son."

"Metoo." Hawkeye replied deadpan.

Aboard the Aegis Mothership,

The SHIELD agents all maintained a silent expression: "The newcomers... are really scary."

"George Falconer, an expert in electronic science and technology, was born on XX, XX, in XX..."

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who had been arguing with the field agents and the Black Widow on behalf of the logistics department before opened the detailed intelligence information of Professor Falconer and was showing it to everyone.

Before that, the invitation game was half successful.

Natasha succeeded in fascinating the well-known blogger fan at the first shot, and, under the lure of Natasha's words, she had the strange idea of ​​'man ongoing wants to show off in front of women' , He took out the invitation letter that belonged to him, and showed it off to Natasha.

Natasha continued to flatter him logically, making him dizzy.

Then, she quietly created a little confusion, such as tripping a passing guest, and while the blogger was distracted, she managed to replace the real one with a fake invitation that she had prepared in advance. .

However, another invitation...

There is no need to repeat the process in detail here.

But what you need to know is that although Pooh also succeeded in striking up a conversation, Natasha brought him out to play, and didn't want to use him to complete any tasks.

Therefore, until the end, he was not informed about the invitation letter.

Another invitation fell through so naturally.

The ignorant Pooh has nothing special to gain except for a glass of milk and the winnings.

But he had a good time. On the way back, he was excitedly chanting: "George is really a very charming gentleman. He is obviously not my type, but he is still very attractive to me. You guys Have you noticed his clothes? It's very delicate, and the proportion of his shirt collar and sleeves is so just right. Moreover, he is gentle and personable, but his personality is too traditional. This can be seen from the fact that he drank a martini At the time, it is obvious that the old-school traditional guys always despise those who choose vodka as the base drink. Only their drinking method is 'Martin.Gin (Martini, gin is used as the base drink), don't Vodka, add a little absinthe, stir for about ten seconds', by the way, he is talking about stirring here, another detail! Usually the shaking action will let some tiny air particles in, making the martini look cloudy, so, The old-fashioned ones insisted that the martini had to be stirred, not shaken."

"Oh, then if he meets a British agent named James Bond, he will probably have a fight."

Hawkeye Clint couldn't help but tease casually.

"Vodka Martini, Medium Dry, Shaken, notstirred"

(vodka martini, medium dry, shake well, don't stir).

Natasha very naturally read out a sentence that a famous British agent would say to the bartender every time he went to the bar.

"Hey, you know him too? Have you worked with him?" Hawkeye asked in surprise.

"I haven't worked with him before, but I met him once or twice. He is a handsome guy who is knowledgeable and interesting." Natasha showed a meaningful smile.

Hawkeye immediately narrowed his eyes, thinking that there must be a story in it, but after Natasha smiled, she didn't want to continue this question.

She turned her head, looked at Pooh gently and asked, "So, is Professor George Falconer also gay?"

"Yeah."

Pooh smiled brightly: "Yes, of course he is."

at the same time,

The agent representing the logistics department also introduced this point: "... Ten years ago, Professor George Falconer had already revealed to his relatives and friends in a low-key manner, but he was introverted and did not mention relevant information to the outside world. .”

"It turned out to be gay, no wonder I don't have feelings for Black Widow."

Some of the agents had already guessed this; some didn't, and it was only at this time that they suddenly realized.

"I emphasize again, the importance of intelligence, everyone!"

The agent who introduced the information tapped the screen again: "This time it's just a small game. It doesn't matter whether you get the invitation or not, so you can all watch the fun so easily. But if... what we are facing Is it the life and death of the entire earth? Similar to, if the invitation letter is not received, the earth will be destroyed (unknown agent: sir, we still have the avengers.), and the avengers happen to be absent, so what should we do? The gay in the invitation letter, like today, sent a beautiful woman to strike up a conversation, one can imagine what the result will be like."

"Understood, I understand." Everyone nodded.

"Then let's think about it, discuss it, and summarize it." The agent nodded and said.

next moment,

"The black widow is so beautiful, she deserves to be a member of our S.H.I.E.L.D."

"You said, she was hit this time, if I took advantage of it, how likely would I be to succeed?"

"In broad daylight, stop dreaming!"

They soon fell into a lively discussion.

The representative agent student in the logistics department asked the sky with a speechless face: "I don't want to have another word with you."

This year's special agents really can't do it!

On the other end, Natasha and the others returned the same way.

After they arrived at the Avengers Building, Hawkeye parked the car back in Tony's underground garage as it was.

Then, the three stood in front of the elevator and waited for the elevator.

Pooh couldn't hold it back for a while, and continued to sigh: "It's really the first time I've seen this kind of old handsome guy who looks like a British gentleman. He's obviously very old, but he's wearing a neat suit, and the waist line is simply amazing. It's so perfect, I really want to..."

Natasha patted him on the shoulder suddenly, but Pooh didn't pay attention.

Three seconds later, an extremely familiar voice sounded: "The waist line is perfect, and then?"

"Then, of course, I really want to touch it..." Pooh felt something was wrong and stopped instantly.

He blinked, turned his head slowly, and saw Harry smiling (killingly) looking at him with a smile (killing) (qi) (qi) (qi) (qi).

"Harry, you left work early today! What's that in your hand?"

Pooh hurriedly changed the subject and asked loudly.

Harry pursed his lips, held up a fluffy Pooh in his hand, showed it to Pooh, and said with a sad expression, "I bought it specially for you to play with. "

"Originally? What about now?"

Pooh asked in surprise.

"Now?" Harry smiled at him.

Then, he took out a pair of sharp scissors from nowhere, and suddenly, with a 'click', he brutally cut off the whole head of Winnie the Pooh, and replied slowly: "I decided to , I still keep it for myself.”

The author has something to say: Not all the agents mentioned in the article will appear on the scene, otherwise it will be too messy, most of them are just as background, so you don’t have to guess so actively haha