[Comprehensive British and American] Life winners are fake

Of course, Joey didn't know what Tony was thinking at the moment. After class in the morning, he basically had free time in the afternoon, so he simply went to the library with his notebook and chose a seat by the window to sit down.

When he typed 'full text' on the document, he stopped, opened his hands and stretched his body, and finally got the energy to look out the window.

The snow is still falling, as if the whole world has turned white.

Joey turned his head sideways, folded his hands into fists, and looked lazily against his right cheek. When he finally let out a sigh of satisfaction, and his eyes fell on the notebook again, he found that the shrunken chat tool was flickering .

It was Joey's editor who contacted him. He first praised his finishing speed, and then asked him when he would open a new hole in the next sentence.

In fact, Joey hasn't decided what to write. Recently, he actually doesn't spend as much time coding as before. He was able to save 10,000+ manuscripts, and he wrote the final chapter. Thanks to his own outline, he is fast. Part of the experience is placed elsewhere.

He didn't reply to the editor in time for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the editor in charge had sent a lot of news. After thinking about it, he put his hand on the keyboard and typed a line:

[I have an idea, but I need to discuss it with others]

After he finished communicating with the editor in charge, he picked up his notebook and left the library, but instead of going to the dormitory, he left the school and went home.

The door was locked, and Joey took out the key from his bag. The stone hung on the key ring and painted in the shape of a squatting puppy swayed, making a crisp sound when it collided with the key.

Joey was about to insert the key into the door lock, but his eyes fell on it, and the corners of his lips raised before he opened the door.

There was no one at home. After Joey entered the house, he closed the door and went upstairs to his room. When he opened the door, he saw the mailbox standing in the corner at a glance.

Joey put down the notebook, then walked to the desk, opened the drawer, took out a piece of letter paper, wrote something on it, folded it and put it in the envelope.

Originally, Joey wanted to send it just like this, but just as the corner of the envelope was stuffed into the mailbox, Joey took it out again, turned his palm over, and several chocolates appeared in his palm.

After putting them in the envelope, Joey actually put the letter in the mailbox.

Then there's the reply, Joey thought.

……

The realm of Asgard.

The blond boy walked forward cautiously with his waist bowed. His steps were very light. If the person who taught him martial arts saw this scene, he didn't know that he should be gratified that the eldest prince performed what he had learned perfectly. It's better to be speechless because the eldest prince used it in this situation.

Sol swears that something has been wrong with his brother lately.

Sol often invites his younger brother to activities with him and his friends. Although he will be rejected in most cases, Sol is used to it. It was a day when he was rejected every day. Sol found that Loki said something in his mouth. It seems to contain something.

God's sense of smell is very sensitive, so Thor smelled the fragrance, and he was sure that the smell was very strange, and he had never eaten it.

This smell did not appear only once, and it successfully aroused Sol's interest. As far as he knew about Loki, this thing might still exist in Loki's room, so this is why he is in this state today. The reason for appearing here.

Of course Thor didn't want to grab Loki's things, he was just curious.

When he came to the window, took a low breath, looked around and felt that he should not have exposed himself, he slowly straightened up, and was about to come in through the window. He had checked before coming, and Loki should be in the library at this time. Not in my own room.

"Truly—"

A cold light flashed, and a dagger fell from the sky, and it was inserted directly in front of Sol's exposed eyes, and further up, there were slightly squinted green eyes.

Loki leaned his elbows on the window sill as he smiled at his brother outside the window.

Saul widened his eyes and blurted out, "Aren't you supposed to be in the library?"

Loki pulled out the dagger stuck on the window sill, and played with it. The cold light of the dagger reflected the smile on his face, showing a trace of coolness, "My dear brother, don't you think you should explain what you are doing?" What are you doing?"

Sol: "..."

He pondered for a few seconds, then said, "Actually, I was just passing by."

Loki: "Do you think I'll believe it?"

Facts have proved that Sol is indeed stronger than Loki if it’s just about force, but with such small moves, he is more inclined to intelligence, and probably ten Sol can’t beat Loki.

So in the end Sol didn't even know what Loki was eating, and his leaving back looked lonely and lonely, but his too vain performance didn't impress his younger brother until he really stepped out of Loki's life. Nowhere did he hear the voice of his younger brother calling to stop him.

Sol's back had just disappeared at the door, Loki's eyes moved, the movement of leaving the window sill stopped, he raised his hand, grabbed the envelope that flew in front of him, and opened it.

There were more chocolates than before, which made Loki frowned slightly. He poured them out, opened one, browsed the contents of the letter, and wrote a reply very simply.

When Joey got the letter, school had already been closed for a week for Thanksgiving.

Joey didn't receive it in his own room, but outside. He was wearing a slim-fit padded jacket and scarf, but he took off his gloves. His white hands were flushed by the cold wind, but Joey didn't mind at all. .

The original lawn had long been covered with a thick layer of snow, and the black-haired boy enthusiastically rolled the snow into a ball, then pushed it to a suitable position, and started to roll another ball.

Next to this snowball, three snowmen have already been piled up. When Joey rolled a slightly smaller snowball over, he put it on top of the big snowball. The larger brown button was poked up, and after the nose and mouth were added, he clapped his hands, rubbed his chin and looked at the snowman with a thoughtful expression.

After a while, his eyes lit up, and he turned and entered the room. Father Qiao, who was sitting on the sofa and reading the newspaper, poked his head out, "Don't catch a cold."

Joey waved his hand casually to indicate that he knew, and went upstairs quickly, took something from the room and came down again.

When he stood in front of the snowman again, he put the things he got on the snowman's head.

It was a miniature gold-and-red helmet, and anyone who had ever seen Iron Man could tell that it was very similar to the suit helmet he was wearing, complete with yeti brown eyes and a slanted charcoal drawing. The evoked smile is enough for people to know who this snowman represents.

Joey nodded in satisfaction, and then heard the familiar sound of paper rubbing. When he looked up, he just caught the envelope that was about to fall on his head, and when he was about to open it, the sound of brakes sounded at the door. He subconsciously looked over.

A flamboyant, smooth-looking sports car parked in front of his house. The window was open. The person sitting in the driver's seat raised his hand to take off his sunglasses, and raised his lips towards Joey. There is a smile in the brown eyes.

"Good morning," he said in a drawn out note, rising at the end, "dear little Joey."

While talking, he opened the car door and got out of the car. The door was not locked, so he opened it as soon as he pushed it. When he walked in, he naturally saw four snowmen piled up on the lawn.

Standing beside Joey, he raised his eyebrows, "Wow, this... is it me?"

"Of course," Joey nodded. He didn't know whether it was because of the cold weather or what. His cheeks were a little red. "Except for you, me, and my parents, there are four of us."

Tony put his hand on Joey's shoulders, looked at all four snowmen, his eyes fell on the snowman representing himself again, his smile deepened, but he said, "I think maybe you can turn this snowman into a snowman." Be more handsome, little Joey."

"Already handsome, at least you have one more decoration than us, uncle." Joey shrugged, and when he finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing.

Tony took Joey to see the finally completed Avengers Building. After talking to Joe's mother and Joe's father, Joey got into Tony's car and left.

He had just sat in the passenger seat and was fastening his seat belt when he heard the sound of the car window rising, and when he looked up, the car window was completely closed.

"Isn't it open?" Joey asked. He didn't forget that when Tony came, the window was not closed. With Tony's character, it is indeed very possible to still open the window in this snowy weather, enjoying the That feeling of howling cold wind.

It's pretty cool after all.

Tony nodded casually, and reached out to take out a blanket from the armrest box next to the driver's seat. Joey took it in a daze, and his doubts almost materialized in his head, "This?"

"Covered."

Joey felt the heating in the car that had been turned on, looked at the closed car windows, and finally put the blanket on his knees silently.

Well, the concern from my uncle is always irresistible.

When they arrived at the Avengers Building and were about to get out of the car, another pair of gloves appeared in Joey's sight. This time, Joey didn't ask anything, just took them and put them on. When he looked up, he happened to see them Uncle had a satisfied expression on his face.

As soon as the two of them reached the entrance of the building, the door automatically opened slowly to both sides, followed by the deep and pleasant standard English pronunciation of the AI ​​butler.

"Good morning, Little Joey, welcome to the Avengers Building."

"Good morning, J." Joey replied with a smile. He followed Tony and walked in. The door closed behind them, cutting off the cold air outside.

Joey looked at the entire interior of the building. When he followed Tony to the elevator and came to the room on the top floor, Tony projected the model of the building and said proudly, "I don't think there is anything better than this." It's even more perfect."

"Yes." Joey agreed from the bottom of his heart. He really thought it was very beautiful, but... He took off his gloves, looked around, and asked, "Uncle, do you still have that kind of small room here? I want to change clothes."

The heating in the building was too high, and Joey felt a little hot now, and he suspected that his back was already sweating.

Tony also saw that Joey's face was flushed, but it was obviously from the heat, "Of course, and inside—" He paused, showing a thoughtful expression, "I remember that there seemed to be your clothes in the closet, so you You can even take a shower and get a new one."

When Joey just entered the small room and the door was closed, the voice of the AI ​​housekeeper sounded again:

"Sir, someone from S.H.I.E.L.D. is here."

Tony said casually, "Then let them in." If it was Joey, Tony might still go down, but the people from S.H.I.E.L.D. If it wasn't because they had become teammates, Tony would be more likely to ask the butler to stop them outside.

So, when Steve and the others came out of the elevator and walked into Tony's office, they saw their teammate sitting leisurely on the sofa, with one hand on the edge of the sofa and the other holding a donut. The large-screen TV embedded in the wall is broadcasting entertainment news.

When Tony saw them coming in, he waved the donut lazily as a greeting.

Hawkeye Button was quite active when he was not performing tasks. He sat directly next to Tony, "Mind if I take one too?"

Tony glanced at the donuts piled up on the whole plate, and nodded reluctantly, allowing the other party to share one.

Natasha sat on another sofa and raised her hand to brush her fallen hair behind her ears. Steve's expression was more serious. He opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by Tony's gesture.

"STOP!" Tony said, he put the last donut in his mouth, swallowed it, and said angrily, "If you want to say something bad news, as long as it's not urgent and late, it will cause The end of the world, at least don't tell me now."

Steve was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head, "It's not bad news, I just want to ask, do you know about the Rubik's Cube?"

"Cosmic Rubik's Cube?"

Tony repeated it, and seemed to have a little impression, but he couldn't remember clearly.

"Sir, it was mentioned in the note left by your father, but it was only a short sentence, and there is no detailed content about it."

After being reminded by the butler, Tony showed an expression of enlightenment, and then became less interested, "So, what is this thing?" He crossed his legs and said slowly, "Or, you can sit down and say, at least don't let me It's tiring to keep looking up at you."

Steve: "..."

He had to sit on the sofa as well.

When he was about to explain, Natasha frowned slightly, "cap."

In fact, Steve also shut his mouth without Natasha's reminder, and they all looked at the wall on the right side of the TV screen, at the wooden door about two or three meters away.

"You didn't tell us that there are other people here." Natasha said in a low voice, her gaze fell on Tony.

"Well, didn't I remind you?"

Tony said this casually, shrugging at them, "Okay, so now you know."

"Click."

There was a very soft sound of the doorknob being twisted, but except for Tony, the people present had either been strengthened or had undergone training, so even if the sound was covered under the sound of the TV, they still noticed it.

Someone pushed the door open from the inside. He rubbed his hair with a towel and looked up at the sofa.

"Uncle, I—"

The unfinished words suddenly stuck in his throat.

The black-haired boy who came out of the small room was wearing a loose black sweater. His collarbone was exposed, revealing his fair skin. Because he had just taken a shower, his cheeks were pink from the heat, and the tips of his half-wet hair fell down. Dripping.

His expression was originally relaxed.

Until he saw the group of people sitting on the sofa.