After the whitewashing of Chaoying, they were reborn [Comprehensive Yingmei]

He slammed a reverse disc in his hand!

The convertible drifted 180 degrees laterally at an extremely weird angle, almost passing by the feet of the chasing red tank.

Sasha aimed at the position of the rearview mirror, returned the carbine, and blew up the last fuel tank in the gas station that had not yet caught fire.

"boom--"

The red tank is up.

This release is estimated to be delayed for a long time.

When Sasha drove past the mercenary, he slammed on the brakes, lifted his arms like shoulder straps of a schoolbag, and half of them got into the car.

The mercenary crawled around on the seat, still cursing:

"Remember to pick up brother's lower body!"

As soon as I looked up, I saw the X-Men wearing yellow tights and a big black "X" on their chests, jumping into the battlefield from the plane.

So he immediately stuffed his head into the co-pilot storage box.

Sasha parked the car aside and watched from a distance.

Sure enough, if the mutants caused trouble, the X-Men would definitely be dispatched earlier than S.H.I.E.L.D.

Sasha is still getting familiar with the various new forces and new rules of the restarted world.

He knew that Westchester was now a legal settlement for mutants.

The latest X Gene Empowerment Act recognizes the civil rights of mutants, but only if they first learn the ability to control, promise to submit to the management of the X-Men, and promise to abide by the civil constitution.

As soon as the bill came out, the crime rate of mutants included in the file suddenly increased by several percentages.

But President Luther’s original words are, “We are fortunate and unfortunate to live in an era where aliens, modified people, mutants, and aliens are running around everywhere. We will have no other way out except to try to seek common ground while reserving differences in friction— —Besides, this matter was successfully tried by human beings as early as the age of great exploration at the end of the 15th century. Oh, of course, aliens who do not have a registered permanent residence on Earth still do not deserve any citizenship rights. Thank you.”

His body has been missing in this world for 8 years. I don't know how many difficulties this bill has experienced from its introduction to its implementation.

But there is a Hong Kong sentence, Sasha unexpectedly feels that Lex Luthor, a villain with a level [-] intelligence, is the president, and he can do some things quite well...

He was still watching from afar, intending to wait for the X-Men to leave before going over to retrieve his boss's lower body.

Turning around, there were several passers-by around the convertible.

"Oh, are you the caller that was tweeted about recently?"

"Just dial some cornet, and you will immediately appear near the coordinates, which is faster than dialing 911..."

"I seem to have received your group text message last time! I thought it was a spam push, but I didn't expect someone to come!"

"May I ask what is the mosaic on your head? Can I touch it?"

Sasha turned his head to look at the promotional text message that someone handed over.

[Do you live in fear every day because you cannot get personal protection from time to time?Do you cry every night because of the loneliness in your empty boudoir?Dial the short number 291, a part-time job as a passionate bodyguard!Good temperament, good shape, guarantee your satisfaction! ]

Sasha: "..."

Gritting his teeth, he pulled the mercenary out of the storage box: "Boss, did you write it?"

Mercenary: "What kind of shit writing, it must be done by a mole. Let me write it, it will be [-] times worse than this."

The people who eat melons are still asking: "Really? Really, can I call you when I am empty and lonely, caller?"

Sasha: "...Don't call me a caller, I'm just a part-time worker to make money. As long as you can give me money, don't kill people and sell goods, let me do anything for you. I didn't send the text messages, there are middlemen who make the difference .”

Crowd: "Thank you! Workman! Oh my god! It's like having a personal hero at your beck and call! So cool!"

Sasha: "...don't call me Xia. I'm employed and I'm paid."

A curious guy in the crowd immediately tried to dial 291.

The BB machine item card in Sasha's backpack began to display the coordinates, and at the same time that the man's cell phone received a deduction text message.

Fainted with a thud: "100 knives a time, so expensive!"

Sasha curled her lips: "100 knives can buy a life sometimes, it's very cheap, okay? And I also bear the work-related injury and medical insurance myself."

Sasha waited for the X-Men to leave, went to retrieve the boss's lower half, and sent his own two bosses back to the safe house.

I called the insurance company of the car again and had the car towed.

He was busy, and in the safe room, apart from the mercenaries who had just changed into bathrobes and were eating ice cream, there was also his good friend Mole.

The Mole has the face of a gentleman in science and technology, but he is a very powerful information dealer who runs an underground bar in Gotham.

Sasha said hello to Mole, turned around and picked up the lower half of her body, and found a wallet in her butt pocket.

Sasha: "Boss, you see I have done so much work, please send me a tip~"

With a polite request for instructions in his mouth, his actions were unambiguous, and he put all the change in his wallet in his pocket, not letting go of a steel coin.

The mercenary spoon sprayed out: "F**k! I just thought you really wanted to take care of my brother! Give back the touch of my brother just now 238!"

Sasha: "It's 29-1."

Mole said beside him: "No, I feel that you are still short of money, why can't you be flexible? It is difficult for you to make a lot of money if you are a mercenary but don't want to rob money and kill people."

Sasha shook his head: "If you can't make a lot of money, then save a little money."

After speaking, he drew a large bill from his wallet: "Oh, yes, this is the wages owed by the boss last time~"

Mercenary: "...Brother doesn't owe that much?!"

He himself was quite surprised that he would get to know Marvel's No. [-] big-mouth gun king and the famous anti-hero who broke the dimension wall.

From the second month of her rebirth, Sasha has been planning the financial resources for her new life.

If he is still the same Sasha Atwell who has never been to the end of the world and relies on his parents for food and lodging at the age of 18, he can barely make sense;

But the problem he is not.

The hourly salary of a coffee shop in New York is $5, and the coffee is ground to the point of breaking his hands to earn enough for tuition fees, not to mention that after knowing that his mother’s research institute is in urgent need of funds, he is determined to support his mother’s research institute together.

The most important item in the doomsday is material goods, and the most important item in a civilized society is money.

Money, money.

The little golden retriever spends every day figuring things out with the system, and he can't get out of his eyes.

He naturally focused on the field he was most familiar with and best at—carrying a full-level backpack, after decades of living a life of fighting monsters besides eating and sleeping, what else could he do?

But the actual operation is not as simple as imagined.

The biggest difference between a doomsday society and a civilized society is order and the rule of law.

As for the method of making money linked to combat props, although it is hugely profitable, it touches the red line without exception.

His father is a policeman, and the person he admires the most is the Gotham Vigilante. If he is asked to engage in illegal activities, Sasha's psychological burden is really not ordinary.

For a while, he was searching aimlessly with the system, looking for jobs that "can be done by bad people but not bad things".

After inquiring about various gossip, he discovered the huge talent market in Gotham——

I don’t know why, talent and intelligence dealers all over the country like to gather in Gotham. Later, he asked Mole how to move the bar into Gotham. Mole said:

"I don't know either, I just feel that if you don't engage in intelligence in Gotham, it will be boring."

It's not that Sasha hasn't been to Gotham before looking for a job.

Although he knew that the bell keeper could remember things before the restart, he would no longer remember him.

He still wanted to take a look at Batman from afar.

Once a teammate, there is kindness, and Sasha will remember it for a lifetime.

As a result, Sasha found that, no matter before or after the reboot, Batman is really, really hard to find...

In Gotham during the day, there seemed to be rumors of Bruce Wayne everywhere.

Either he bought a restaurant for some chef, or he took a few or dozens of beauties to go out to sea.

But when asked carefully, no one knows the exact whereabouts.

It might be easier to find Batman at night, but there is a price to pay...

The system gave him an idea: [For example, let's blow up a building. 】

Sasha was shocked: 【Absolutely not!We must not do anything to destroy the friendship of the revolution.You see, I have entered the territory of the eldest brother, and I don't even dare to throw snot paper! 】

He didn't find Batman in Gotham at the beginning, and he searched online, but no one found it.

Instead, I saw Ye Yi's life picture in the support club's forum.

The big blue bird was bouncing around in Gotham in the middle of the night. He was relieved when he saw that he was quite energetic and his butt was up as always.

There was just one problem, which Sasha still didn't understand.

He went to Arkham, went to the Gotham Police Department, and found nothing about the Joker.

Logically speaking, no matter whether the clown was killed or captured, there would always be traces.

But really not.

It's like this guy was never born in Gotham.

He was in a fog and couldn't figure out how his wise and powerful elder brother handled this matter.

But it was during this period of wandering around Gotham that Sasha discovered the little advertisements that Mole had posted on telephone poles.

The advertisement said that there is an urgent need for a team of talents to go on a hostage rescue mission. It is best to have some superpowers, and the salary will be paid after one vote.

At the end of the ad, there is a line of incentives:

"Gotham big stage, come if you have a horse!"

With an attitude of giving it a try, Sasha dug out the R card [Meme Pollution] from his backpack.

[[Memetic Pollution]: A meme-level mosaic masking effect will be produced on the designated target of the host. 】

He always felt that this card was rather useless. Obviously meme-level effect cards should be god-level props, but it can only be coded.

The child who used to be a refugee secretly flipped through his adult magazines, and refused to listen to him no matter how much he taught him. In a rage, he unloaded all the adult magazines under his bed, making a good story of killing one hundred enemies and losing three thousand.

System: [Launch [Memetic Pollution].user target audience--】

Sasha: [My head. 】

System: [Use object: the dog head of the dog host. 】

So Sasha's head became a mosaic.

Since it is cognitive-level pollution, as long as he does not take the initiative to remove the effect, his head will always be seen as a moving mosaic, whether it is looking directly with the naked eye, shooting with the camera, or shelling out the soul.

Protecting his identity, he came to the basement of Margaret's Sisters Bar and waited nervously for the interview outside the door.

The waiting area is a mess. There are people with all kinds of abilities. Everyone is trying to practice the abilities they want to show. Some are practicing vomiting acid, some are pulling sparks from light bulbs, some are using farts to channel spirits, and some even pass by. The ordinary and simple people who watched the excitement also occupied a place in the waiting seat.

Sasha was rubbing his fingers anxiously on the seat, and a glass of warm water floated beside him and put it into his palm—well, it seems that there is another invisible person here.

When it was his turn, Sasha was startled when the door opened.

Two interviewers.

He didn't know one, and he knew the other when it was turned into ashes.

Sasha pointed to the mercenary on the left who was carrying double knives and wearing red and black tights:

"You——you're Beep! I've seen your "Bipbe Slaughtering the Marvel Universe"!"

The mercenaries faced each other on the table, politely but reservedly:

"Thank you. It's also one of my most satisfying works."

Then he turned his head and asked the mole next to him: "Did I hear it wrong or what happened, why do I hear there seems to be a silencer in my name?"

Mole: "Yes, Beep, you misheard me. I heard him say Beep, not silenced at all."

Mercenary: "There must be silence, right?! This time I must have heard correctly, there must be silence!! Why?! Is it because I was not born 50 years ago, so I will always have no name in this book? Is your tool man?!"

Facing the interviewer who suddenly came up to him, Sasha was a little nervous. Although he didn't understand what he was talking about, he said timidly:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Beep."

The mole was also taken aback, and grabbed him beside him: "Die beep, you scare other children, please sit down and die beep."

Mercenary: "You guys who ride horses might as well call me Beep!!"

This last question ends with Sasha changing his name to "Deathstroke #1" (Mole: "Excuse me, who can think about Deathstroke's feelings?").

Mole asked Sasha some questions seriously, such as gun use and combat experience, etc., and finally asked:

"What is your superpower?"

Sasha: "My superpower is turning my head into a mosaic."

Mole waited for a while, and found that the other party really didn't have anything to say:

"... What's the meaning?!"

Sasha made a lot of preparations for this interview, and even watched a lot of talent shows with the dog system.

He and the dog system agreed that according to the convention, it was time to cry at this time.

Sasha started to cry.

From the perspective of the other party, it is a mosaic that is dripping into the water.

Sasha: "Whoa! I don't want to have this ability either. My head has been mosaic since I was born. When I was in school, my classmates often discriminated against me for my appearance. They discriminated against me, bullied me, and called me a 'yellow man'." Nickname, and throw me an empty mineral water bottle..."

Deathstroke No. 1 made a decision on the spot: "I want this person."

Mole: "?!"

He tore off the mask to reveal a face that looked like the surface of the moon, and said, "You believe me, no one can understand how you feel better than a person with a head like an avocado. Welcome to the team and get yellow. "

In this way, Sasha joined a team code-named "Task Force X".

This team does everything except serious business, and the first mission, only he and his boss are left dead (Sasha: "Invisible-invisible-people-")... Not long after he Started to go to school, so the way of working was forced to adjust.

He can no longer follow the mercenaries to do big jobs, so he can only use [Speed ​​Teleportation] to provide support to his boss occasionally when get out of class is over.

After escaping from the red tank, Sasha put half of the mercenaries on the sofa in the safe house and diligently listened to him.

This guy has just grown the lower body of a larva, and his brain may have been immature, so he curled up on the sofa and ate his fingers on purpose:

"Mommy cover me with a quilt, I want to drink grandma."

Sasha brought the milk over, and said politely and quickly, "Goodbye, boss."

Don't stay for a second, teleport home in place.

The milk shattered to pieces on the ground.

The mercenary froze in mid-air: "...I'm stupid!!!"

After finishing his homework on the weekend, Sasha went to the Sisters Margaret's bar with a group of mosaics on his back to share the money for the previous task with his boss, and at the same time see if the mole could find him a new job.

But in just two days, his boss grew up again.

Shaking his legs lazily on a high stool, drinking a glass of cheap whiskey.

Seeing the familiar mosaic head coming in from a distance, the mercenary made a high-handed move.

It's Gotham's speakeasy, and it's the weekend again, and it's crowded and mixed.

The little golden retriever's face was covered by [meme contamination], but wrapped in a police uniform with a belt, the slender boy's figure couldn't be well concealed, and the waist looked thinner than the girl dancing on stage.

Before he took two steps, he ran into a strong man in sunglasses who was nearly two meters tall.

The burly man in sunglasses has a strange yin and yang, and he is not distracted when he finds fault: "Oooops——I have a broken rib. You..."

Halfway through his speech, he got stuck.

The sharp and cold samurai blade was resting on his neck from behind.

The mercenary said behind him: "Hello Schwarzenegger, happy weekend ~ Let us guess the answer to today's life choice question? A. Let this poor little Mosaic walk to the bar smoothly, and then buy him a drink Ice lemon juice; B. Your head was taken to the toilet by brother to pick up Boo; C. Your head was taken to the toilet by the guy at the bar to pick up; D. Your head was picked up by the whole bar in turn Hush."

The mole who was mixing drinks at the bar was disgusted: "Ewwww!"

After a while, Sasha climbed onto the bar stool and sat down, sipping on a large glass of iced lemonade that he had just received.

The Mole put two notes before him, and said:

"They're both very interested in you, and it's okay if you don't kill people. Let's get along?"

Sasha looked at the phone number on it, "Who are you two?"

Mole: "Deathstroke and Deadshot."

Sasha knew there was nothing going on as soon as he heard it.He has also checked these two. Currently, the two largest mercenary leaders in the country are both from Gotham—it’s really the Gotham stage, you can come if you have horses—the problem is, Deathstroke is Night Wing’s deadly enemy , Deadshot is one of Batman's villains. Although they belong to the "gray line" of villains, and they occasionally cooperate with Bai Fang, they are still Bat's opponents most of the time. How much money do you give him? Can't earn either.

Sasha: "I'd better focus on making money from my boss and passers-by."

Mercenary: "So today's young people call taking money directly from other people's wallets to make money? 404, do you feel your conscience and tell brother that is making money?"

Sasha: "It's 29-1. Yeah boss, I'm touching my conscience and saying that's money."

Mole doesn't care, his referral fee is 2%. Sasha, a strange mercenary whose starting price is only 100 knives, doesn't even bother to smoke. He just helps to send promotional text messages.

However, he still kindly reminded: "If you want to find a suitable new employer, you can only take advantage of this time, and there may not be so many good opportunities in the future."

Sasha: "...Does Gotham Talent Recruitment also have Spring Recruitment and Fall Recruitment?"

Mole: "Don't you know? Batman is not on the earth now, but a few bat cubs are guarding Gotham, and they have to take turns guarding the metropolis next door with the Avengers. Engaging in intelligence is a gray area, and bats don't care about it. But he has a bad habit of investigating cases, he always finds a few intelligence dealers to beat him up first. Small street vendors like us are very afraid of him, woo woo woo."

Sasha froze for a moment.

Ask: "Why is he not on Earth?"

Mole gave him a strange look, and even the mercenary who was drinking next to him turned his head.

Mole: "I think your voice is very young. Why don't you tweet?"

Sasha: "Swipe. But it's just..."

He paused, probably guessing why.

Ever since he had that dream in the dormitory, he asked the system to filter all the messages he could receive on his phone, and specifically blocked all messages from that person.

Mole: "Shouldn't it? You should know what's going on just by clicking the #[-] #Godamongus. Outer space is a mess, brother. I dare say this interstellar war is better than it was back then The New York War is still tough."

He dropped his mobile phone and clicked on "#Godamongus", the number one ranking, and said:

"By the end of January this year, most of the Zhenglian members had already entered the universe, and only the Avengers were left behind on Earth. I guess at this point in time, Batman should also be running on both sides of the watchtower and OA star?"

The tab opens a little.

The tweets in countless languages ​​and the direct photos of hundreds of millions of people poured into Sasha's retina like a snowflake.

The hottest news on the topic comes from NASA, which has nearly [-] million views.

@NASA Observation Tower: Hubble Space Telescope image captures Superman in space.According to the calculation of the light-year distance, the observation event occurred in real time 1 year ago.The screen shows that Superman is entering a large black hole, preparing to jump in curvature space.This is the latest image of Superman, who has been away from the earth for a long time, left to the people of the earth. [Pictured] #Godamongus

@星球日报: Justice League liaison Bob said in an interview with President Luthor that the Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter and Hawkgirl who went to find their teammates have not yet responded...We are still not sure, Green Lantern Corps Report the 'annihilation-level explosion' that occurred in the Xandar star field, and a large number of alien enemy ships that are advancing towards the explosion area and carrying information from the earth. Is it because Superman intercepted an alien event that should have happened on the earth? war?And the question that the general public is most concerned about: Can the Man of Steel return safely? #Godamongus

@Natalie: What do you mean?I just want to know is Superman still alive?Need an exact answer! @PlanetDaily @JusticeLeague @AvengersLeague @LexLuthor #Godamongus

@Bloomfield: God...what the hell is going on out there on Earth?The last time I saw Superman flying across the sky, it always felt like yesterday... #Godamongus

@超人bot: It’s been over 400 days since we’ve had the god-level beauty of meringue [cry] [cry] [cry] [cry] Feeling like a spiritual refugee overnight S.0.S. #Godamongus

@Batmanbot: Damn, which bot is calling himself a spiritual refugee? #Godamongus

@Lillian: Some of Luthor's views on Superman are biased.That's why I don't support his re-election.Then I can't understand why in 2016, almost the whole country was electing Superman, but he didn't run for the election.In my opinion he is the best man to lead us. #Godamongus

@Tamara: One thing to say, Luthor has done a pretty good job over the years.And I suspect that he actually didn't want to be president at all, and he suddenly ran for the election in 2016 after seeing everyone pushing super talents.I always feel like his head is more bald than before. #Godamongus

@Tours: I have always wanted to ask, what is that bracelet?Is it a power-up that Superman puts on himself? #Godamongus

Sasha gritted his teeth slightly, and clicked on the picture sent back by NASA.

At the beginning of 2019, the black-haired, blue-eyed god was stopping in front of a deep black hole a light-year away from the earth, and the cloak behind him floated quietly.

He stared back in the direction of the earth.

The blue eyes of the god on earth are the vast galaxy and sea, his face is sculpted by the most revered ancient Greek gods, and every inch of muscle on his body is perfect to the extreme.

Even in the dark universe, the man still seems to be emitting the scorching light like the sun.

It's just that Superman's uniform is different from what he remembers and from most comics.

The whole body is made of a special material of clear blue, covering all the way to the jawline and the back of his hands.

There is a red belt with a light-emitting cassette hanging on the waist.

There are also two extremely old, lead black rings on the wrist - many comments are left guessing what those are.

More than 90% of people think that it will destroy the beauty of the body.

Before the restart, Sasha had never actually seen Superman's deviation value be truly zero.

He'd seen Clark at 100%, Clark at 90%, Cal at 200%, Cal at 400%, and Cal at 500%.

Until the end, he wanted to die with a clear conscience, so he cut open his chest and paid for everything. Standing in front of him was still Karl.

And when he was reborn, he also did psychological construction countless times:

After the world restarts, this is another Superman, and he has nothing to do with him anymore.

But he never thought about it.

When Superman's god-like handsome eyebrows and eyes completely erased the chilling paranoia and coldness.

He turned out to be completely, exactly what Sasha looked like when he fell at first glance.

Strong and gentle in the absolute sense.

...and unrivaled affection.

There are more photos of him in the tab.

The god on earth gently put down the frightened child outside the fire.

The god of the world pulls the sinking ferry to the surface of the sea.

The gods on earth support the downed airliner.

Large and small, countless, all kinds of alien invasion wars.

The god of the world supported the building that was about to collapse, and used his steel body to hold Mongo's beam until everyone escaped.

An island prison is about to be engulfed by volcanic magma. Amidst the prisoners' cries for help and screams, the god of the world entrusted the entire island away.The prison that was transferred later set a new low in the global recidivism rate.

The superhero who once lived in the Metropolis has a new title for the past 8 years or more.

"——the patron saint of the earth. The place where the eyes of all mankind converge."

Even the "Planet Daily", which is mainly based on objective editorials, has made such an unbiased evaluation.

There is also a lace news below. Lex Luthor once criticized the "Daily Planet" on his private account, but due to the pressure of votes and popularity, it was deleted by the PR team within 0.1 seconds of posting.

There are many people in the topic silently brushing Godamongus (God is among us).

These are presumably saved people, and to the naysayers, they say that if you've ever tried to pray to God in a desperate situation, and every time the man in the red cape came to answer, you'll understand this meaning.

The real gods are not in the clouds, but under ten thousand people.

Always carrying and carrying, up, up, into the sun.

Sasha closed her eyes for a moment.

Just at that moment, he had a physical illusion of his eyeballs being burned.

This burning sensation went from his eyeballs all the way into the empty chest cavity, like a bucket of boiling water pouring on his never-healed wound.

Fortunately, at this moment, his head is a mosaic.

No one could see his expression.

He relaxed his stiff knuckles, watching the blood refill his fingertips.

As the weekend passed, Sasha was back to being an ordinary New York college student.

Sasha still walks through the bustling students every day, listening to a few passers-by discussing the matter of NASA’s Superman photos, and then rushing to open class with a piece of bread in his mouth, or squatting in the dormitory to swear and do homework.

Occasionally, on the way home from get out of class, he would see Spider-Man swinging over his head with his schoolbag, or the Avengers rushing to some other battlefield.

Every two or three days, there will be various villains engaged in demolition in New York. He first confirms the location of his parents and the route home with the eyes of the Atwells, and then checks the [Planet Shield] Durability, and finally watching the Avengers in the crowd take turns teaching the villains to be human.

The RA who clashed with him never appeared in school again, and his name was removed from the RA list.

However, Sasha heard that the student administrators can provide free accommodation fees, so he ran to the office to ask about it.

As a result, Sasha, a first-year student, was rejected because a senior student took the lead.

While doing homework in the dormitory, the BB machine in the backpack rang again.

Sasha had to throw away his pen and go to work.

It turned out that when he arrived at the coordinate point, he was either summoned by his boss this time, or two minor thieves who were underage.

Sasha sniped them for a while, then fired a final shot in the air.

The little thief is obviously very knowledgeable, and when he heard this sound, his knees suddenly softened:

"I'm so stupid, is it the Knee Broken Man recently?! Listen to the gunshot!"

Another little thief: "I care about me!"

They both ran away.

Sasha asked the system to scan the room, and found no other armed personnel, so he threw a teleportation card and entered.

There was only a little old lady in it, wearing a bath towel, crying.

Sasha sighed, took out 100 dollars and returned it to her: "My BB machine has different functions, and it will automatically deduct the fee when you dial this number. In the future, if this happens, you should call the police."

The little old lady: "But they all said that the police didn't come as fast as you, woohoo."

The money was paid back, but the little old lady was still crying.

Sasha had no choice but to put the gun back on his buttocks, and tinkle to help someone repair the broken window.

After working all night, I earned two yuan as a tip.

The little golden retriever sent back to the storage room sleepily, and peeled off his clothes.

Sasha has several fixed teleportation locations near Emperor Dahe's house.

Every time he ran out of [Spot Teleportation], he would teleport himself to these places—all good places that had been confirmed to have no cameras and disappear for a few hours without arousing suspicion.

One of his favorite spots lately is the little storage room next to the common room.

This is used to store party supplies, and it is usually locked, so no one will come in and out.

Moreover, the lighting inside is dim, and there are layers of storage shelves and sundries. Unless you have the heart to look through it, it is difficult to see if anyone is there.

He was changing clothes, the system: [Dog host, someone! 】

Sasha made a jerk.

The door he locked was ajar.

A curly-haired young man holding a cardboard box turned his back to him, and was separated from him by two rows of storage shelves, knocking his head on the shelf and dozing off.

Knocking, knocking, he suddenly woke up with a jolt.

I hurriedly took out the earphones from my pocket to refresh myself, and continued to pick and choose in the cardboard boxes.

Sasha continued to change clothes lightly behind him.

Since I didn't see the moment when he suddenly appeared, it's actually not a big deal that someone was there.Even if he turns around and finds himself, he can make any excuse.

After more than ten seconds, it was probably listening to the music, and the little curly was carrying the cardboard box wobbly, humming a ditty in his mouth, snapping his fingers and twisting his butt, which seemed to be performing a miracle of dancing.

Sasha: "..."

Since it was the other party who twisted first, he was impolite.

Sasha immediately took out his phone to take a picture.

He also took out a bag of fudge from the storage shelf and watched while eating.

The guy didn't stop until the last fudge was eaten.Sasha threw a candy over and hit the curly-haired young man's neck with a bang.

Curly: "?!"

He turned around rubbing the back of his neck.

I formally met with Sasha, who was holding a mobile phone.

...the two froze at the same time.

Curly: "...Whatthe—"

Sasha: "..."

Smoke came out of Curly's head: "——F...!!!"

Sasha: "..."

The smoking curly hair snapped off the earphones, as if he was about to jump from the seventh-floor window in the next second:

"...Wait!! I can explain, I can explain!! I'm the RA who just applied for this dormitory building, I'm here to move things, give, give, wait, wait, you were filming just now Me?!?!? You’re not shooting me, are you?!?!??!”

In fact, at the scene of such a large-scale accident, according to Sasha's personality, he should base his happiness on the other party's shame without mercy, laughing so hard that the other party ran away crying in shame, and then had to chase after him Laughing while chasing, until he ran across the three roads in tears.

... But at this moment, Sasha's own mind didn't turn around.

Soft dark brown curly hair, shiny dog ​​eyes.

The aura that doesn't allow anyone to interrupt even when he speaks cannonballs and stutters.

Spider-Man, Peter Parker.

At this moment, only one thought flashed through his mind.

...Why don't he just suggest that Peter should take a dance class seriously.