God knows

I couldn't hold her back, so I bought two or three copies and returned them with the promise of "I'll come back to buy them as soon as I finish reading them." Only then did Phoenix willingly leave the comic shop.

"I'm scared to death, Phoenix."

"It's really interesting." Phoenix stared at me, made sure I put the comics in the bag, and said, "I've heard of Superman, and I've seen peripheral movies, from the original to the latest remake. ..."

After all, Phoenix has lived for hundreds of years.

"... At the beginning, I thought it was just one of millions of movies. It was boring and boring to watch, but manga is different."

As she spoke, she didn't expect that the topic that lit her face would be comics, she was so disillusioned.

"Tell me how it's different?"

"Superman was hit by the clown's tricks, and his mentality was distorted from then on, and finally he imposed a dictatorship on the whole world." Phoenix told me the storyline very familiarly, and it terrified me, "In this comic, choose Superman as such It’s a very special thing.”

I read the first three books of "Injustice" and found it too depressing, so I gave up.

Phoenix obviously liked it.

“Power corrupts,” says Finnis. “It’s a hard truth, but seeing it put into practice in a virtual world of superpowers and ideals is gratifying.”

I laughed out loud, Phoenix is ​​fucked, she's a fucking nerd for saying things like "steel truth".

(Superman is also known as "Son of Steel".)

"Don't look helpless, you're obviously very happy to have found a friend."

She glanced at me and said lightly.

"Oh, Phoenix, it's not just fun with any gay," I said, snorting, "Be gay, that store is everywhere." I'm talking about you, Phoenix, just you would make me so happy.

I think she understood, but she chose not to answer the conversation. Given her position, it may be difficult to answer the conversation.

Sometimes I almost forget who she is, I mean, without realizing it, I find myself thinking of Phoenix completely as a human being.I would rather things be as simple as they seem, so I never think about other possibilities.Even though I knew Phoenix would know all about me, I let myself fall for her.Love is such a selfish thing, falling in love with someone is never just a matter of oneself.

Even more so for Phoenix.

After she finished reading the manga, she lay lazily on my bed.Let the books scattered around at will, I never thought that Phoenix would be such a casual person, if she is really a human girl of my age, then her room must be in a mess.

"Have you been free recently?"

I don't know if it's my illusion, even if Phoenix stayed in my room before, he would at least carefully watch the situation outside.I can't say if it has something to do with me, but since her attitude towards me has changed, the number of times I see her work has gradually decreased.

"Well, so to speak." Phoenix replied lazily, talking with his eyes closed from beginning to end.

"Is there a fixed balance for things like love? For example: in the season of warm spring and flowers blooming, the arrow of Cupid will be the highest consumption... something like that?"

Thinking that if Phoenix didn't allow the arrow to be inserted into the chests of those "theirs" at the right time, would it cause a serious crowd of violent deaths?Just thinking about it makes me shudder.

"Ann, you're so noisy."

I'm not sure if she meant it literally, but all in all I quickly shut my mouth, turned my head back to the desk and stopped asking.

And after thinking about it over and over again, I vaguely realized that apart from helplessness, the tone of Phoenix's words also had a strong sense of exhaustion, as if a heavy iron block dragged her into the abyss of dreams.

Oddly enough, Phoenix doesn't particularly do anything other than comics.I can't figure out why I'm so tired, but in the context of me falling in love with her and her accepting the whole thing, I stop questioning such trivial details.

After all, who cares if the paint isn't evenly applied if the wall has been knocked and cracked?

"Swengerson, lend me your book."

I got a text from Derek that started with this sentence.

"You're welcome, really, Derek, don't be so polite with me."

I rolled my eyes and responded to him. If this man talks in such a way, it is simply an unattainable dream to find a girl whose IQ is twice as high as his.

"Swengersen, I would like to ask you, can I trouble you to lend me some books?"

Fortunately, he still has Huigen, and the tone of the text message he responded to in a few minutes changed immediately.

"Actually, I think pretending to be smart is not suitable for you." I thought for a while and responded to him, "Sasha can find out if you have that bottom in a few minutes, you might as well let your ignorance become a bargaining chip, so as to create an intersection with her ..."

"...Why did you borrow books from Swengersen? The girl you like is sitting on a mountain of books."

Derek thought for a long time before responding.

"Girls don't like stupid boys, do they?"

"You can't pretend to be smart." I rolled my eyes again, "At least for Sasha, there's no way. Don't try to pretend. It's embarrassing if you don't pretend well. You are stupid, but not that stupid."

"Okay." Derek agreed.

I threw the phone back on the table and twisted my neck to get back on track, but the phone vibrated whiningly on the table and another text came in from Derek.

"Swengersen, I want to go to the comic shop later, can you please go with me?"

I stared at the spontaneously polite text message in horror, opening my mouth not knowing how to respond.

"Please, I'm afraid of meeting her, please help me."

After the second text message came in, I knew my soft-heartedness had returned.

"Phoenix, Phoenix..."

I climbed onto the bed, bowed my head and called out to the god of love.She snorted and almost turned her back to me and continued to sleep.

"Hey, are you really so tired?" I reached out to stop her from turning her back to me, and turned her back to her front, "Can you get up first? Hey..."

Phoenix's sleeping face, that must be one of the most irresistible things in the world.

The less greedy me wants to freeze time, or just waste the rest of my life just staring at her; the insatiable me wants to possess wantonly, and almost has the urge to kiss her violently, possess her.

Later, I chose the compromise option and kissed lightly, which fell on Phoenix's eyelids.

Phoenix sat up abruptly, staring at me for a moment with those sky blue eyes.Her startled awakening also shocked me severely. I looked at her at a loss, feeling as if I had done something wrong again.

"Ann, what's the matter?" She asked me, the shock receded from her pretty face, but a sense of helplessness remained.

"Derek asked me to accompany him to the comic store."

I said, with a lingering sense of guilt, "I think... I want to say that you come here too, it's not so good to read manga and stay at home all day..."

But Phoenix knows exactly what I mean.

"The other thing is, although Derek is not very reliable, but just..."

I said, looking at Phoenix, and she shrugged.

"...just in case."