Birth of a Goddess [Comprehensive English and American]

When the video of the black girl crying was posted on the Internet, Peter naturally saw the news at the first time.

"How could Eliza do it!" Peter felt his scalp tingle.

As early as the beginning of this incident, Peter didn't believe a word of these rumors on the Internet.Eliza was his friend, and Peter knew exactly who she was when she scared Thompson away in the stairwell.

Unlike Peter and Ned, who have been excluded by their classmates for a long time, Eliza has always been very popular in school.Even in the eyes of many students who have suffered campus violence like Peter, Elisa is sometimes like a guardian angel.

But looking at the rumors in front of him now, although Peter was about to get angry, he didn't know what to do to share the pressure for Eliza.

From the time these rumors spread rapidly on the Internet, Peter was keenly aware of something wrong.Because the timing of the release of these negative news was really too coincidental, just when the popularity of the third round of "The Voice of America" ​​was going down a bit, the news that just broke out pushed the show to everyone again, once again Rush to the front page of Twitter.

And the follow-up series of just-right operations really sent a chill down Peter's spine. Almost every time netizens who took a wait-and-see attitude on the Internet started to speak up, expressing the need for further verification, these people have not yet formed a force to support Eliza. About Eliza Shaxin's "black material" was "inadvertently" released.

Peter has been paying attention to this matter all night long. It may be a coincidence once or twice, but when he observes this pattern every time, Peter has to believe that there may be someone behind this who is manipulating the whole thing. occur.

Blue eyes were fixed on the computer screen, Peter's hands were tightly clutching the mobile phone in his palm, rubbing his thumb against the screen of the mobile phone, but he didn't really make the call.

Peter hesitated.

He didn't know what Elisa was doing now, and whether she had received any interference from outside rumors during the period after the game.If she doesn't know about these things, then is it possible to solve this matter in advance, and wait until everything comes to light so that she will not be harmed.

but……

he……

Peter looked at his pale hands due to infrequent exercise, and pursed his lips.

He is the Spider-Man of the night, but what can he do in such a situation?

Suddenly, Peter's eyes lit up.

No, even if he can't, he knows someone who can fix it!

Immediately thinking of a solution, Peter excitedly controlled the computer chair and spun around a few times quickly, before he almost stopped and dialed the phone number he knew by heart.Almost as soon as the other side was connected, Peter said with unstoppable excitement, "Hello?"

"Mr. Stark, I'm Peter Parker."

===

And when Peter was excited to come up with a solution, in the hut opposite Parker's house, Christo sat in front of the computer, watching those people on the screen pointing at her innocent daughter with extremely dirty words, a line Tiao's ridicule and insult flashed across her eyes.

But in the darkness, under the glare of the light from the computer screen, her complexion looked extraordinarily solemn.

In the notebook at her hand, she has written down a series of Twitter accounts, and the back is full of vertical lines, but some names have more vertical lines, and some names have fewer vertical lines. The name was painted bright red with a marker pen.

Swiping the mouse down, Christo narrowed his eyes slightly, and found a familiar name from here.She quickly scanned the white paper full of names and vertical lines, found the account on it, picked up a black pen and added a vertical line at the back, and then carefully marked the names of the people in front with a marker.

While she was concentrating on busy work, the mobile phone next to her suddenly rang. Christo's finger was clearly about to press the red end button, but suddenly shrank back and moved to the green connect button. .

The moment he picked up the phone, Christo's face melted like ice, and he said softly to the other end, "Good afternoon, Elisa."

Elisa sat on the edge of the bed, the curtains in front of her were tightly closed, the lights in the room were completely turned off, and she couldn't see her fingers.

In such a vast darkness, Eliza felt that her mood was extremely peaceful.Although Christo's tone was calm and there were no waves, Eliza did not feel relieved.

She said softly, "Mom, you saw the news, didn't you?"

The person on the other side didn't speak for a while, but after hearing a slightly short breath, Elisa said in a calm voice as always, "What news?"

With a steady tone and a slight rise in the end of the sentence, it seems that everything is just an ordinary sentence.

But Elisa is too familiar with Christo, the light golden eyelashes drooping quietly, keenly caught the little strangeness before she answered, without Christo saying anything, Elisa also understood that she had seen the news .

"Don't worry, Mom." Eliza explained calmly, speaking slowly as if to soothe the listener's heart, "It will be resolved soon, and everything will pass."

"Eliza..." You've grown up.

There was a smile on the corner of Christopher's mouth, but he swallowed the second half of the sentence, "I'm waiting at home to watch your game."

Hanging up the phone with a smile, Christo did it quietly for a while, raised the phone, and slowly pressed the number with some hesitation.

The dial tone was floating in the narrow room, and when it was finally answered, Christo heard the voice so familiar that she wanted to cry.

"Christo?"

Tears welled up in the black-haired woman's eyes almost instantly, and her tone was calm with some imperceptible tremors——

"Brother Victor..."

Her eyes drifted to the white paper full of writing on the desktop, and a trace of coldness flashed in her eyes.

===

West Chester County, New York.

A man wearing a steel helmet was sitting in a wheelchair with his eyes closed. Beside him stood a man and a woman, each with serious expressions on their faces.

In the vast galaxy, some points of light are brighter, while others are a little dim.

He once used this prop to retrieve many of his companions, protected the young ones under his wings, and tried to give them a warm home.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the brown-haired man behind him immediately walked to his side, bent down and asked urgently, "Did you find it?"

"In Texas, there is a little mutant who has just awakened his abilities." He slowly opened his eyes, but the words he said caused the blue-skinned woman next to him to kick him angrily. in his wheelchair.

The brown-haired man stared closely at the change of expression on his face, and suddenly asked, "What are you worried about?"

The man in the wheelchair opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't know what to say. His blue eyes, which used to be as calm as the sea, now turned into turbulent waves. "I don't know..." He sucked in a sharp breath. After taking a deep breath, he regained the strength to speak.Every word seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth with difficulty, like a stone mercilessly scratched across his heart, bleeding the heart that had not completely healed. "I just……"

"only……"

His gaze fell blankly on the helmet he was holding in his hand, and his knuckle-knuckle fingers pressed against the silver helmet, trembling unconsciously.

He had fantasized about such a scene many times, but in the past ten years, he failed again and again, as if his confidence had been trampled under his feet, crushing and rubbing mercilessly.But when the news came again, he found that he seemed to want to escape.

Many times, he could see the blood all over the sky as soon as he closed his eyes, and his ability maximized this kind of damage at such times.The voice of the tragic female corpse before death has become his nightmare for many years.

Even though it was later confirmed that it was not her, he couldn't help but recall the situation at that time.

He raised his head slightly, trembling, let the cold air cut through his throat, and trembling, the countless light spots appeared in his mind again.

Sometimes he looked down at all of this, and sometimes he shuttled through it.

And when his consciousness touched one of the light spots, almost instantly, there seemed to be an electric current flashing through his scalp, causing a shiver.

at last……

found it!

===

Stewart hurried towards his destination with his camera, the cold wind pierced through the collar of his sweater, freezing straight to his toes.He hissed with some toothache.

In fact, Stuart was full of puzzlement about this task.

As a reporter for The New York Times, one of the most authoritative newspapers in the United States, Stuart has his own unique pride and persistence in his heart. Although Stuart, who graduated from an Ivy League school, is not old enough and has insufficient qualifications, he is more firmly engraved on the journalism ideal. into his own bones.

Therefore, when receiving today's task, Stuart, who has always adhered to the concept of freedom and equality, almost spilled the coffee in front of him on the bald head of his superior.And when he finally took over the task, Stuart walked out of the door almost collapsed, only feeling that the ideal in his heart had been shortened by such a length.

It's just that now, no matter how much he slanders in his heart, the stadium is already in front of his eyes.

When Stewart walked to the door, he was seriously asked to show his reporter certificate by the security guard.Stuart had a polite smile on his face, but he had already rolled his eyes to the sky in his heart.But when he stepped into the field, he stopped abruptly.

The stadium was crowded with people, and with just a glance, Stuart saw several familiar colleagues.

It is said that colleagues are enemies, and Stuart does not have much affection for these people who come to steal news from him, but a little surprise flashed in his heart.

It seems that this time...

Probably more newsworthy than he thought before he came.

Stewart put away his camera and sat down at the New York Times.

The moment the shadow flashed onto the stage, Stuart subconsciously picked up the camera in his hand.

With a "click", the face of the man in the black suit was frozen in the frame.

Carlos walked onto the stage calmly and pulled the microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen, friends from the press, good afternoon."