[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

The system really doesn't know what the trace of blood on Lydia's body is. It can only be said to be non-human, maybe some mysterious existence on earth.

Lydia had no choice but to start her own pursuit-study hard and train hard.

Lydia has never dared to go to Gotham since she "molested" Batman last time, and she has to avoid the big blue man in Metropolis.

Lydia had no choice but to spend 10 minutes a day in neighboring New York.

It's just wronged.

At this moment, Lydia Lexie tied her long hair into a neat ponytail, adjusted her breathing, and jogged on the school playground.

The results of the exercise are obvious.

The girl is no longer as weak as she seems.

From the first 5 minutes, she was able to run a lap panting, and now, she can run for two full hours in one breath and only takes one and a half minutes a lap, which took her a month.

At the same time, an interesting change had taken place in her that she hadn't even noticed.

Lex Luthor has been out of the Met lately.

He flew to California to discuss business, and at the same time he had to juggle political meetings in Washington, and he was too busy.

Lydia has returned to the original way of getting along with her brother, and can only learn about his movements on the news.

The weather was already cold, so Lydia changed into long-sleeve sportswear, adjusted her breathing, and said hello to Harry Osborn, who was shooting basketball alone at the edge of the playground.

Harry Osborn was the same as before.

The young man's body is thin and thin. In Lydia's eyes, he is always out of tune with the world. He is obviously very social when he is playing around, but Lydia can always capture his lonely moments.

Lydia's voice was still not loud, which always made her look shy: "Osborn, have you eaten tonight?"

Harry held the bouncing basketball in his hand, pursed his lips, and glanced at Lydia who turned around and ran away without waiting for his answer.

The boy frowned.

As Lydia Lexie's next seatmate, Harry Osborn wasn't as indifferent to Lydia as she thought she was.

Harry was very clear, watching Lydia change little by little.

If Lydia was just an ordinary and stupid girl a month ago, now she has become a little different from the past.

At least……

She doesn't have that "come and bully me" look every day now.

And, to compare again... Lydia's exclusion is becoming more and more obvious.

Thinking of this, Harry took another two shots of the basketball.He tucked the basketball under his arm and waited on the edge of the playground.

Lydia stopped beside him, her gray-green eyes were clear and curious: "Aren't you going back?"

Harry Speechless Osborn: "..."

He paused, and suddenly felt that he might have really thought too much before.

He couldn't help smiling, and his temperament suddenly became gentle.

When he laughed, the corners of his eyes pulled out a little cute folds, and the end of his eyes was slightly red: "Canteen, do you want to go?"

Lydia opened her mouth, closed it again, nodded, and followed Harry.

There are two canteens in the boarding school, one is limited in time, and the other is not too restrictive, and the price is relatively expensive.

Apparently, two wealthy second generations sat together in the second cafeteria.

Lydia ate two steaks, her cheeks flushed, and she sipped sweet milk.

There was still half of the pasta in Harry's hand.

He put down his fork and smiled at Lydia: "You're in a good mood recently."

Lydia snorted, her eyes full of bewilderment.

Since she came back to school, she has been obsessed with studying and exercising, and she has completely ignored everything that happened outside.

Harry stirred the spaghetti: "I want to apologize."

The red-haired girl really didn't know what was going on.

Harry laughed: "You really don't know what the school said about you?"

Lydia's cheeks were still flushed.

She put the milk bottle on the table and smiled shyly: "They can say whatever they want, anyway, they won't listen to what I say."

They hadn't liked Lydia since her first day at school.At first, Lydia tried to try to please them again, but after more than a month, Lydia suddenly thought about it.

What's the use of trying to please them?It's better to enrich yourself and study how to fight crime!

Lydia is no longer satisfied with catching thieves. The cheat time can last 15 minutes, and now she wants to do more.

Harry watched the corners of her upturned mouth, and pushed the plate away.

"Lexie," he asked, "your science grades have skyrocketed recently. Do you have any skills?"

When it comes to studying, Lydia has something to say.

"Yes!" She took out the book that she had written all over her bag, "These exercise books are very useful, read the explanation twice more, and then do the exercises."

***

New York is still brightly lit tonight.

Lydia's tights, finally have a complete set.

She even modified the mask, finally swapping out the silly strappy soft mask for a dainty domino mask.

—she made it herself.

The girl's hand is really clever, but the girl at the moment is really violent.

She seemed to really believe in using violence to control violence. In the past month, the law and order in New York has improved so much.

Tonight's Lydia actually transferred to Hell's Kitchen.

At this time, Lydia is always a little willful, so tonight is her goal in Hell's Kitchen, which she never wanted to step into before.

And she successfully rescued the crying young girl, and danced on the trafficker's back.

Within a month, Lydia also became famous.

She is a new urban legend. It is said that criminals will kneel down and repent immediately when they see her, because otherwise... they will be beaten until they cry and repent.

The blue tights and boots have a good figure and a beautiful appearance, and the dark red L on the cuffs is even more reminiscent of her nickname; in addition, she only appears for a very short time at night...

Lydia was given the codename Night Witch - Lilith.

Lydia still doesn't have any fighting skills, and her movements rely more on instinct.

She had a sweet smile, and the tip of her toes raised the tearful trafficker's chin: "Do you know what's wrong?"

"I was wrong I was wrong!"

"Hey, do you still dare?"

"Don't dare, don't dare!"

Lydia clapped her hands contentedly, and her bright red lips curled up in an intoxicating arc: "Hey, if I catch you next time, I'll take you on a day trip to Hades."

Of course, just talk.

The girl's smile deepened.

Before she could think of more interesting threats, she turned her head abruptly, and her subordinates simply knocked him unconscious.

The girl who had just been rescued had long since disappeared, the trafficker had passed out again, and there was no one else in this corner.

Lydia stopped smiling.

The expression on her face was a little awkward. Just as she was about to run, the man's steady voice sounded.

"Lydia," the voice was already unfamiliar, mature enough, calm and stable, "I thought you would say hello to me."

The redhead turned her head stiffly.

She looked at the man in a red uniform standing in a dark corner, her evil smile became distorted.

"Hello..." Her accent has completely taken off the teaching of Lex Luthor's teacher, "Daredevil."

The system made a slight miscalculation.

Although there are many villains around Lydia, it's not like she doesn't know any superheroes.

Matthew Murdock, lawyer by day and Daredevil by night... Lydia knew it.

She was rescued several times during her time in Hell's Kitchen, by Matthew Murdoch and Daredevil.

Lydia knew Matthew, and she even knew that Murdoch was Daredevil.

It's a pity that she left without saying goodbye, and followed Lex Luthor directly to Metropolis, desperately trying to shake off the marks brought to her by the past.

It was Lydia's fault, she admitted it was wrong.

But she really didn't figure out how to face Matt.

Even at this moment, Lydia, whose temperament has changed after opening the golden finger.

If it was her on weekdays, she would probably apologize in a low voice, and still act like a dull gourd.

But now she...is much more poisonous.

Her expression was a little distorted, but such things as expressions are useless against Daredevil who has lost his vision and strengthened his other four senses.

He does not recognize people by sight.

Although Lydia has changed a lot, but from the analysis of habits and other places, he can't make a mistake.

Matthew Murdoch was waiting for Lydia's reply.

However, the girl's voice was clear and crisp:

"Daredevil, you got the wrong guy. I'm not."

After speaking, she turned and ran.

For the first time, before the time ran out, he returned to the metropolis, and without taking off his clothes, he jumped directly into the swimming pool in the front yard of the villa.

Five minutes later, Lydia emerged from the water, out of her inhuman state.She took a few breaths, wiped off the water on her face, and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

[To be honest, I really began to believe that every 'I' is an 'I'.System, how many possibilities do you think Matt will believe and admit his mistake? 】

The system tried hard not to croak to see Chaoying, but cruelly gave her a number: [0. 】

Lydia sighed: "...I'll go to Matt tomorrow to admit my mistake."

She crawled out of the pool and unlocked the villa door with her fingerprints.

Lydia hadn't spent her weekends at school since the last incident.

She fell on the bed and grabbed the phone by the bed.

She was clearly still thinking about how to talk to Matt, but here, the two text messages left on the cell phone in the villa made her sit up in shock in her dying state.

SMS one:

[Lydia, I hope you won't be haunted by nightmares anymore.Maybe you still need to talk to me?I will be waiting for your visit tomorrow at one o'clock in the afternoon.From a friend who cares about you - Hannibal Lecter]

SMS two:

[Lydia, Wayne in Gotham next door is hosting a reception next week.You come with me, it's time to introduce you to them. — Lex Luthor]

Lydia: 【...system, what should I do? 】

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