Birth of a Goddess [Comprehensive English and American]

The golden hair was tied tightly behind her head, the woman's body leaned forward slightly, and the firm light in her blue eyes fell on the golden-red battle armor in front of her.

Suddenly, the little finger of the battle armor lightly hooked, the woman's eyes narrowed, and when the battle armor was moving towards her quickly, a ball of orange light gathered in the palm of her hand, and she clenched her teeth tightly. The veins popped up on the forehead.

With a "bang", the right arm of Tony's steel armor fell heavily to the ground, and he immediately stopped his movements. The steel armor on his legs stepped on the ground, making a heavy sound.

"Rest awhile."

Hearing this sentence, Eliza felt relieved, and instantly collapsed on the floor out of breath, with beads of sweat dripping down her pale face unstoppably.The suppression ring was still on her hand, but Tony had deliberately lowered the suppression level.

"Why do you suddenly want to train your abilities?" The steel mask on Tony's head opened, revealing his face.He raised his eyebrows and looked down at Eliza.

"I thought that as long as I got myself in control and didn't get involved in those things, I could be the same as before. Go to school, sing, run notices...and pretend nothing happened."

"It's just... when those people started shooting, I could only hide aside, begging for help from others like a bug." Eliza opened her eyes wide and looked towards the direction of the ceiling, with the corners of her mouth curled up. With a self-deprecating smile, "I don't want to experience such a powerless feeling again..."

"This feeling..."

"One time is enough."

Tony stared at the expression on Elisa's face for a long while, a flash of something flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly covered up.

"Then continue training." As soon as the words fell, Tony had already equipped his battle suit and moved to the other side of the room, "This time, the request is to completely disappear the steel suit on my right arm, and at the same time not The data that can make the detection of the suppression ring explode. The numerical ratio just now exceeded the predicted safe value by 5.6."

……

Three hours later, Eliza leaned against the wall, her eyes were slightly closed, her body didn't feel much pain, but her breathing was much heavier than usual, and Eliza felt that she couldn't even move a single finger.

Tony frowned when he heard the scan report on Elisa's current physical condition coming from the earphone, and heard the level of brain fatigue.

"Today's training is over here for the time being. Report the data."

"Yes, sir. Miss Lin has trained for a total of 298 minutes today, excluding 68 minutes of rest time, the net training time is 230 minutes..."

"Pick the focus."

"Okay, sir. During Miss Lin's training today, nineteen times exceeded the expected safety value, three times did not produce any reaction, and only two times perfectly met all requirements. The total excellent rate of ability use is 3.459%."

Tony touched his chin and pointed in Elisa's direction, "When you come to train tomorrow, the target excellent rate must reach 10% and above, which is still the same as today's content."

Eliza was too tired to speak, but nodded with her lips pursed.

After rejecting Tony's offer to drive her home in a suit of steel, Tony's offer to drive her back in a sedan is likewise rejected.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, Tony joked, "Are you worried that your boyfriend will be jealous?"

Eliza never thought of hiding it from Tony. Hearing this question, she just tilted her head and smiled, and said straightforwardly, "That's right."

"Ha." Tony raised his eyebrows and whistled, as if thinking of something, he frowned instantly, "Bruce Wayne?"

"Correct."

"Do you know..." Tony raised his head, as if he wanted to say something, but he hesitated, changing his mouth several times without continuing.In the end, he just sighed a little, "Forget it. I'll take you down."

Elisa had already guessed what Tony wanted to tell her, but she only responded softly.

……

During the time when Elisa was concentrating on training in New York, she was almost at the stage of zero work and zero exposure, and Elisa and others suggested that they come to New York to find her to go out for fun, but Eliza declined.Perhaps considering that Elisa had just faced the scene of the terrorist attack in Paris, Carlos almost acquiesced in her "holiday", and did not send a notice to Elisa during this period.

"hiss--"

Elisa lay on the bed and buried her head in the pillow. Although she was better than when she first started training, when she returned home after training every day, the soreness in her brain still made Eliza miserable. .

Her eyelids drooped down again and again, as if they would close completely the next moment.

"Du, DuDuBaLa~a~a~a~"

The bell suddenly rang in the room, waking up the drowsy Eliza.She raised her hand to take the vibrating mobile phone, and half-opened one eye to look at the caller ID.

"Hello, Carlos."

After seeing that it was Carlos' call, Eliza closed her eyes in relief.But after saying a word to the other side, Eliza opened her eyes suddenly, "You are talking about...that magazine? They invited me to do an interview?"

"Of course I agree. . . the day after tomorrow? No questions asked. Where? . . . in New York?"

After hanging up the phone, Elisa turned over, raised her hand abruptly, a smile slowly appeared on her face, and the next moment, her arms fell straight to the sides, and she fell into the trap in the blink of an eye. in a dream.

===

In New York, gloomy dark clouds hang over the sky, and the wind blows people's clothes.

Gerald Brown is an ordinary American reporter, but he works for a special magazine.

The brown-haired man was sitting in the coffee shop, his eyes kept drifting outside, he bit his lip and reacted instantly, and quickly let go; he pressed his thighs with both hands, but the heels kept touching the ground Rubbing restlessly.He was wearing a neat black suit with a white shirt inside, but he could feel that his armpits were soaked with sweat, and the antiperspirant he used before going out seemed to have lost its effectiveness.

The moment the blond woman appeared outside the door, Gerald's pupils dilated instantly, his legs stopped all movement in an instant, his eyes followed the woman's footsteps, and slowly moved to his desk.

After asking the clerk, Eliza walked to the table she had made an appointment with the reporter, and saw the reporter who was looking up at her seriously.His hair was combed meticulously, and he wore a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, making him look rather bookish.

"I've contacted you on the phone before. It's the first time we meet, Mr. Brown." Eliza smiled and held out her hand. "It's a pleasure to be interviewed by Time Magazine."

The brown-haired man shook hands with Eliza coldly, then separated, and opened the notebook in front of him without saying a word, "Then, let's start today's interview."

The influence of "Time Magazine" is beyond doubt. This news magazine founded in 1923 is still one of the three most important current affairs weekly magazines in the United States until today.The people who can be on the cover of "Time Magazine" all have great influence in a certain field or social level during the year. The cover of "Time Magazine" is still a great compliment. From this meaning In terms of quality, there is no other magazine that can compare with Time Magazine.

Because of this, the interview invitation from Time Magazine became the only announcement that Carlos sent to Elisa during her vacation.

The interview in this issue is not just for Elisa alone, and Elisa actually did not receive any compensation for accepting this interview, because the theme of this report is about terrorist attacks, and Eliza is more I accept this interview as a witness.

"What memories did you have when this happened?"

Elisa ordered a cappuccino, and heard Gerald's question, "At the scene... I was still on the stage at that time, and some problems with the live equipment have not been fixed. I was singing a cappella, but The chandelier on the top was suddenly knocked down, and after that, those people rushed in."

Elisa tried her best not to describe it with any emotional color, and controlled herself not to recall the scene at that time, but her fingers on the table could not hold back a slight trembling.

Gerald adjusted his glasses slightly, and asked in a calm and restrained tone, "I've read what you said in an NBC interview before and was later released in the New York Times. At that time, just after the terrorist attack At the end, why did you choose to lay flowers at the door of the Bataclan theater concert hall and participate in 'I am at the Terrace' before leaving instead of leaving immediately? As far as I know, you have no other in Paris. Activity."

Eliza took the coffee from the waiter and thanked her softly.The cold fingertips touched the hot cup wall, and the hot touch seemed to flow up the entire arm along the veins.Eliza held the cup in her hand, took a deep breath, and slowly raised her head with a smile, "Because I'm afraid."

Gerald raised his head to look in Eliza's direction, and quickly moved the pen in his hand.

"Compared to the scene at that time, what I am more afraid of is... If I can't overcome the obstacles in my heart, will I stand in the concert hall or on the stage afterwards, and I can't help but remember what happened that night? everything." Elisa smiled and looked at Gerald, "I don't want to. So I went back and looked at it. I participated in these activities, but I was actually telling myself that all this can't knock me down."

"If it's their goal to keep us in fear, I'm going to tell them it's impossible."

When she said these words, a gap just opened between the dark clouds, and the sun shone on Eliza's side face, illuminating her resolute expression and those translucent blue eyes.

……

After the interview, Eliza signed a form pushed by Gerald, and left the cafe first.

The moment she stepped out of the cafe, Gerald, who was still maintaining his serious expression just now, broke his success in a second. He picked up the form on the table with trembling hands, looked at the signature on it and smiled.

When I go back, I put it in Elisa's album.