After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

【—I am a mutant. 】

【...I never hide it, I am only proud of this identity. 】

"Little Rascal, what are you looking at?" Kuaiyin blew the bubble gum, bent down curiously to look at the mobile phone held in the hands of Little Rascal, a strand of silver hair fell down slightly, making Rascal dodge sideways.

She wanted to move out her chair: "...It's just an interview video, Hilda Walker's."

"I know this," Quicksilver's eyes lit up, "is she really a mutant? I watched the video of her interview before her debut, and I really didn't expect...I mean...you know, maybe this is The first mutant ever to go to showbiz and become a star? That's pretty cool!"

The conversation between the two of them, especially Kuaiyin's cannon-like words, attracted the attention of the surrounding students.

"I watched that video too - so is she a mutant or not?"

"Of course she did, she said it herself."

"Maybe it was just a lie, some people said she was just trying to use the name of mutant to grandstand."

"Please! Which mutant doesn't try his best to hide his identity in front of the public? You can believe this by sensationalizing the public."

"So she is?"

"She is." Kuaiyin said, at some point, he had already pulled out his mobile phone, searched for the video that Little Rascal saw, and finished scrolling through all the progress bars, his eyes lit up, "She admitted her identity ——She is really too cool!! I want to fan her!"

He pulled the progress bar to the last sentence, turned up the volume, so that the friends around him could clearly hear Hilda's categorical confession.

Her voice echoed in the living room, so clear, it landed soundly.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and then chattered into discussions.

"...she's so cool."

"Yeah, I like her."

"What was her name?"

"Hilda Walker," said Rascal.

"Ah, Alice," Li Qianhuan held a bag of potato chips in his hand, and while sending a piece to his mouth, he turned his head to look at Alice Walker who was sitting on the sofa beside him, "She has the same surname as you. Gotham people? What a coincidence."

Alice closed the book in her hand, shook her head, and looked at everyone: "It's not a coincidence at all. She is my sister."

Everyone: "?!?!"

"So she is really a mutant!" Someone exclaimed.

"Why didn't she come to our academy with you?"

"Alice, can I get your sister's autograph?"

"If she comes to see you, will we be able to meet her in person? Is she as cool as she is on the show?"

"Does she really not like Superman? I thought no one would dislike Superman—" Quicksilver couldn't help but said.

Everyone couldn't help looking at him.

"What are you looking at?" Kuaiyin stammered a little, "...I'm a fan of Superman, can't I?"

"I don't know either." Alice laughed, "I've never heard her say whether she likes Superman, I shouldn't hate it, but when the aliens invaded the earth last time, she and I were in New York, I'm sure She, not Superman, saved the planet."

"Superman lied?!" Quicksilver said in disbelief.

Little Naughty whispered beside him: "But Superman never said that he saved the earth last time."

"No one has asked him this question," Nightcrawler couldn't help interjecting softly, "because all the media defaulted that he and the Avengers saved the world..."

There was silence.

"So..." Little Naughty looked at Alice, and asked the really important question, "What exactly is your sister's mutant ability?"

"What is my mutant ability?" Hilda sat on the chair in the dressing room, looked at the half-finished makeup in the mirror, and couldn't help repeating the question.

"Yes," said the makeup artist as she applied lipstick. "Everyone is very concerned about this issue."

The dressing room was very quiet, and the other contestants and staff were silent, pricking up their ears to hear Hilda's answer.

Hilda sneered: "Concerned? Do they have any funny questions?"

— to make people laugh?The makeup artist paused, thinking about the malicious speculation about Hilda's ability on the Internet, and felt that this description was extremely accurate. She couldn't help laughing, and said the speculation: "They think that your mutant ability is related to the spirit. , You can use your singing to confuse people, that’s why you participated in Voice, and by participating in this program, let the whole world hear your singing, and then control all mankind. They have launched an initiative to boycott your singing.”

Hilda: "..."

She couldn't help but ask the artificial intelligence: [Are these earthlings out of their minds? 】

Xiaolan took it easy: 【Obviously yes, master. 】

[When I bought the earth, I didn't know that the earth would buy one get one free so many wonderful things.If I had known earlier...]

【You won't buy the earth? 】

[No, I will ask for a discount on the Earth price. 】

【…】

"So, is your mutant ability really related to your singing voice?" The makeup artist looked curious, then realized something, and added, "I don't mean anything else, I'm just a little curious——I actually don't understand the public's perception of The rejection of mutants, after all, in a sense, all superheroes who save the world are people with the same special abilities as mutants, don’t they?”

Hilda glanced at her, and noticed the expressions of other people out of the corner of her eye, and slightly curled her lips: "My mutant ability has nothing to do with spirit, and is more inclined to magic."

"magic?"

Hilda raised a hand, and silently called Xiao Lan, a faint blue light slowly rose from her palm, forming a t-blue butterfly with its wings folded, it flapped its wings slightly, and the blue The pattern is just like a flashing light, flying up and down, flying around the top of the spacious dressing room, and the silver-blue scales fall finely along with it, and then disappear in mid-air, like a dream, attracting everyone's attention. I couldn't help but follow its flying trajectory and looked at it frequently until it fell back to Hilda's fingertips.

The makeup artist was shocked: "...is it real? Or is it just my hallucination?"

"Are you asking if it has a body?" Hilda tilted her head and asked, "Yes, you can feel it."

So she held her breath, stared at the blue butterfly without blinking, and touched its wingtips lightly.

——It's not light, nor is it an illusion, the touch is very strange, and the butterfly will not dissipate like a bubble because of her touch.

"Oh my God," the make-up artist exclaimed softly, "it's unbelievable."

Hilda raised the corners of her lips: "I participated in the previous battle against aliens. If my ability is to control the human spirit with singing, how should I fight? Find a trumpet and sing to the aliens?"

The make-up artist thought about such a scene, and burst out laughing.

The make-up was over soon. Hilda pushed back the chair and walked around the dressing room. Usually, the place is full of people's voices. After several rounds of competition, the contestants are relatively familiar with it, and they are not stingy about putting on make-up. The dressing room showed a friendly relationship with each other—but today, perhaps because of Hilda's identity change, or because of other considerations, the entire dressing room was quieter than ever before.Even the routine communication between contestants and makeup artists has become extremely restrained.

Hilda didn't feel bad, if she could, she hoped that this group of people would be quiet every time.

She opened the door and wanted to go to the corridor to get some air. There was no one in the corridor for the time being. She walked to the dead end of the monitoring corner and saw Vanessa Griffin smiling at her without any surprise.

"You've done a great job," she said softly. "The hidden camera in the room has captured all of your magic in full view, and it's blinding."

Hilda looked at her without speaking.

Vanessa didn't care either. She pinned her curly hair behind her shoulders: "Please rest assured that we can handle all the rest. I will prove to you that I will be the person in charge of public relations. , was definitely the right decision.”

"Even if I don't intend to continue to develop in the entertainment circle at all, won't it bring you any benefits?"

"Benefits are just one of my considerations in making choices. You once saved me. This is far more important than monetary benefits, isn't it?"

Hilda was noncommittal.

"However, do you really not intend to continue to develop in the entertainment industry? Although the status of a mutant may cause you a lot of criticism, it also means a huge opportunity. Many people in this circle are eager for a person who can be remembered. You cannot be labeled, but you, I can guarantee to push you to the top." When she said this, Vanessa's eyes were bright, as if in her eyes, Hilda had already stood on the stage that symbolized success, "You are a hero, and heroes are supposed to be sought after, aren't you?"

Hilda didn't raise an eyebrow, obviously not interested in any of this.

"Okay." Vanessa could only regretfully give up this failed persuasion, "I understand....After you come on stage later, the program team will still arrange many questions about your mutant status——TV station They want to get the hottest first-hand information, for which they can do many... things."

"Oh."

Vanessa looked at Hilda and smiled: "Look at me, it's really useless to worry, those things are just a trivial matter to you... But, will you continue to participate in this program? Or will you soon will leave?"

Hilda paused, and at this moment, she finally raised her eyes to see the woman in front of her eyes: "...if I'm free, of course."

"I hope we will have the opportunity to cooperate again." Vanessa whispered.