[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

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Mistletoe grew on the ceiling, golden sunlight flooded the corridor, and water drops from marigolds thumped into the pond.

Song Xin held back her tears and said, "I-I-I didn't."

Logan obviously didn't believe it, squinted his eyes and said, "Then just look at me and say it again."

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin suppressed her tears with all her strength, lowered her head and said firmly to Wolverine, "Just watch and talk! I can sit up straight, so why not be afraid that I won't succeed in this kind of trial!"

Logan Howlett: "Go ahead."

"I... I'm upright! I'm not afraid of the heavens above, and I'm not afraid of the earth below me!" Song Xin said in a depressed voice, "I, Dingdang, will tell you—!"

Logan took a step forward, and said in a calm voice, "Speak."

Song Xin looked at Logan for a moment, and said to Logan, "I—"

"I—" Song Xin repeated again with difficulty: "—I, I'm hiding from you."

Logan was in a complicated mood: "...you really can't lie."

Song Xin lowered her head in shame, then nodded her head vigorously, and said to Logan: "I have never lied since I was a child."

Logan laughed, and said to Song Xin: "Then it's not convenient for you to tell me why?"

Song Xin murmured: "I've never been good at lying since I was a child, so I don't know why there are people who don't wink and always want me to write some reports for him, and he's not afraid that I'll get stabbed by him one day. Yes, you brat...but I have one thing that I'm really good at."

Logan: "Huh?"

Song Xin said, "Look! The mistletoe is blooming over there!"

Monk Luo Genzhang was puzzled, and when he looked back, the mistletoe had indeed sprung.The school full of young people is full of this kind of romantic plants, giving people a youthful, alive, young and enthusiastic atmosphere.

Then Logan looked back, the corridor was empty, Song Xin was gone.

Logan: "..."

In the dining room of Hogwarts, afternoon tea was served on the long table, including strawberry pudding and scones. The afternoon sun shone in, and the delicate wisteria rose gold tea set was made translucent by the sun.

Logan hesitated: "—Listen, this is what happened."

"Then she has a really good temper." Qin Gray said with a gun and a stick: "She just hides from you. You despise a girl with such a little angel personality. I think you are blind."

Logan: "... what happened today?"

Jean Gray took a sip of her tea, and said straightly: "I just watched My Wife of Jipinji - Speaking of which, the storyline is really brilliant, and why does Freddy in it look so much like Magneto? , Could it be that people with this face are awkward and anti-social homosexuals... In short, influenced by the characters in it, I might be a little blunt when I speak today."

Logan: "So what you just said is true."

Jean Gray said, "Can you stop asking me such obvious questions?"

Logan Howlett: "…"

Qin Gree said angrily: "I have never known where your troubles of worrying about things that haven't happened come from, so according to your words, the only person in this world who is worthy of you is Wonder Woman Diana, She has an indestructible body and can't be killed by a nuclear bomb, so go find her and fall in love."

Logan: "That's not what it says—"

"Because you feel that you are in danger," Jean Gray narrowed her eyes: "You are not even ready to take a step--there are so many things, have you ever thought that if that girl likes you the same, she heard that passage How sad is it?"

Logan: "..."

Jean Gray said, "But you can't let go."

"Actually, liking is such a strange thing." Jean Gray sighed and said, "—I always want to cling to you, and it's hard to even leave your eyes for a while, Logan, you are very lucky."

Logan didn't speak.

Qin thoughtfully said: "...this girl is very young."

Logan Howlett said angrily: "——I haven't considered the problem of old cows eating young grass!"

"That's not what I meant." Qin said gently, "Logan, don't you think she's too fresh? That kind of youthful breath, young, is an age that should be smashed."

Jean Gray said: "I really think she was made for you, have you ever been in a relationship with a girl like that before? No."

"Even I... think she is very cute." Qin narrowed her eyes and laughed: "It's still the same sentence, Song Xin is young, at an age where she should smash her head and never look back, but she will always be surrounded by her. A young, living breath infection, and we are indeed not in the same world, but who said——we are not living in the world she lives in?"

Logan's ears turned red, and he said nonchalantly, "What else do you think?"

Jean Gray said: "Do you remember that you came to me specifically that afternoon and asked me 'how to get along with young girls'? After I showed you a demonstration... Tsk, you are really protective."

"But if you want me, I understand." Qin said gently: "But if it were me, I would definitely fall in love with a girl like me."

"Whatever he does, nothing has happened anyway, and you don't know if the things you worry about will happen, Logan." Qin forked up the strawberries on the cake, rolled the strawberries on the cream and said: "Young Isn't it just desperate? Only the elderly will look forward and backward."

Logan: "..."

Logan Howlett said in embarrassment: "...you don't know what I went through."

— those blood-stained nights.The minced meat dripping on the bone claws, the hail of bullets, the early morning awakening from a nightmare.Adman alloy infused with blood and blood.Wet, running, exhausting late nights and mornings.And dawn in the Canadian woods.

The silver fox with dilated pupils, the dead phoenix, and Charles who exploded to death.Those whom the wolf has loved and loved.

"You don't know." Logan said hoarsely: "...If you have experienced it, you will also make such a choice."

Looking back in time, heart-wrenching pain and self-healing over and over again.The decades that have been filled with steel bars and sunk to the bottom of the water.

——and the hard-won golden morning in which everyone is alive.

Qin thought about it, and said tolerantly: "I really don't know. But you can't say that because you bought expired milk several times in a row, you can conclude that you can only buy expired cheese in your life, right?"

……

Song Xin said to the ghost of Ravenclaw: "I have no experience of falling in love before."

"Men are dangerous." The gray-and-white Helena Ravenclaw nodded complicatedly: "So... that's what you're learning?"

Song Xin smiled and said: "Runes? I don't expect to learn them, I just read them for leisure. Anyway, it's great to have you chatting with me!"

Helena smiled and said, "I haven't had anyone to chat with me for a long time. Chatting with Muggles has been going on for even longer, probably over 1000 years."

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin was taken aback, and then asked suspiciously, "More than 1000 years?"

"More than 1000 years." Miss Helena, the ghost of Ravenclaw Tower, said with a smile: "I think, it seems that when I was buying their desserts in a village, I met a blond boy, and he gave me a wild flower. Lily. It's nice to be young."

Song Xin laughed: "Although you live among young people every day?"

Helena: "It's not living among young people. I've been dead for many, many years—it's rude to confuse that, dear."

Song Xin's face flushed slightly, and she whispered, "...I'm sorry."

"Although it is always among young people, Hogwarts is always full of young blood—" Helena said with a smile: "—but it doesn't mean that I have a deep relationship with them. I like you very much, You remind me of everyone when they were young."

Song Xin was slightly taken aback: "...what did everyone look like when they were young?"

Helena Ravenclaw smiled, "Yes."

"But the oldest of our students is seventeen or eighteen years old." Helena said, "You are already 22. Compared with them, some old cucumbers are painted green..."

Song Xin said heartbrokenly: "...but I look young!"

Helena: "But I still think you're a young man."

Song Xin shouted heartbroken, "I'm a young man!"

"And being young is..." Helena Ravenclaw thought for a while, singing like a song: "...the recklessness of young people, selflessness, poverty and blood, vodka and sailing. The strength of character that does not want to yield. And dare to The courage to try everything."

Song Xin said shyly, "I feel like you're scolding me with these adjectives, even though I'm really poor."

Helena laughed.

Then Song Xin whispered: "And... I'm trying very hard to get rid of these adjectives. I want to become more mature and be able to blend into society smoothly..."

Helena said softly: "But don't give up the privilege of being young."

Song Xin nodded half-understanding, and Ravenclaw Tower blew a warm, summer breeze.

"People who are in love—" said Harry Potter, "and people who are in love, are fools and very easy to deceive, Brother Weasley told me so."

Neville: "...they really don't teach anything good."

"But it's a fact." Harry Potter, in his twenties, spread out the Marauder's Map with a smile, "Even the boss of the School of Mutants, who is said to have lived for more than 20 years, is no exception."

Neville Longbottom: "Huh?"

Logan raised his head irritably and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

Harry shook the roll of parchment in his hand, and said with a smile, "Want to see it?"

Logan: "Don't bother me, eat your candy."

"I haven't been back to the dormitory for so many days. I don't know where to sleep." Harry said, "I'll give you a little clue for such an obvious thing. I advise you to go to the West Tower to look for it. Maybe you can find some clues." Adventure."

"..." Logan immediately realized what Harry wanted to say, and asked uncomfortably, "...What are your eyes?"

Neville teased: "I wish you success in your eyes, that door knocker is disgusting, I wish you happiness."

Logan said irritably, "Do you think it's interesting—"

"I am, I am—" Logan Howlett sighed: "...Thank you."

Harry said, "You're welcome."

…………

……

Logan stood in front of the west tower of the castle. There was nothing special about the tower, except for a smooth door panel.

Outside the window was the clear blue sky, and the wind blew past, making people's clothes bulge up.In the distant field, white doves fly up, like the shadows of white clouds.

He hesitated to touch the door knocker with the eagle head, and the door knocker with the eagle head came alive again and again.

"Good afternoon, sir." It grinned and said: "—I just woke up from a nap, but there is a problem that troubles my whole dream."

"—Why is there only 'existence', but not absolute nothingness?"

The corner of the library was warm with sunlight, which made Song Xin feel warm through the curtains.

Facing the computer, Song Xin sent the first draft she had written over the library's WiFi.

Hogwarts is said to have installed WiFi in the library at the strong request of the students—this school is connecting with the Muggle world, and Song Xin even found a few brand-new Lenovo notebooks in the corner for the students to look up information and the location of the book.

After Song Xin sent it, she opened Twitter and swiped through it, and found that she was regarded as a spiritual leader to some extent: Although her Twitter was clean, except for a few retweets from many years ago, it was The original tweet that was retweeted many times.

Some people think that she is a reporter with ideals, some people think that Song Xin is grandstanding, and some people sincerely express their gratitude to Song Xin - thank her for speaking out for the mutant community.

Song Xin felt as if she had suddenly stood under the spotlight. She was very uncomfortable, so she could only reply thank you jerky one by one.

It felt like being exalted too high, and Song Xin couldn't accept this height for a while: this height came with a mountain of responsibility.She also gained a lot of fans overnight, Song Xin felt her back go numb and didn't know what to do.

But almost everyone looked at her with kind eyes.

It is also with such kind eyes that she looks at what she is about to write.

Immediately after Song Xin's mailbox ding-dong, editor Luo's reply popped up.

Editor Luo's email was very brief, and he said to Song Xin: "I helped you fix three ambiguous words, and you don't need to change the rest. Good job."

Song Xin blushed to the tips of her ears immediately, and landed on the library table with a bang.

……

"I'll just borrow this." Song Xin held a thick copy of "History of Magic" by Bathilda Bagshot, and said to Mrs. Pince: "Please register it, I will probably return it the day after tomorrow."

Mrs. Pingsi nodded without raising her head. Song Xin carried the leather-bound hardcover tome and went back to use this book to offset the pain of broken love.

Song Xin climbed up the stairs, and the window panes in the winding stairwell were inlaid with colorful stained glass, which cast magnificent and magnificent colors under the setting sun.

Song Xin struggled to feel that she was going to be unlucky, but she also thought it might be just an illusion, and then she just ignored this feeling.

The floor of Ravenclaw Tower was similar to that of Gryffindor. Song Xin carried the History of Magic which weighed two to three kilograms, and her tired legs were about to break.

"It's so tiring." Song Xin muttered to herself: "...this world is so miserable. Industrial products are always difficult for people. Such a heavy book has to be hardcovered with leather and gold stamping! Pure black and white printing still needs to be used. 150 grams of coated paper! Coated paper! The writing tool is still ink! Even white cardboard is fine, what is it for, to exercise biceps for students... The publishing houses here are terrible, they really don’t plan to go to ordinary Do you want to learn more about publishing knowledge at university..."

Song Xin stood in front of the Ravenclaw common room door and poked the eagle-headed door knocker.

The eagle-head door knocker said with a hint of malice: "——why is there only 'existence', but not absolute nothingness?"

Song Xin was stunned: "Ah?...Ah? Why did it suddenly become a philosophical question...?"

Then her back went numb, it was an oppressive feeling that there was no escape, Song Xin looked back timidly, the summer breeze and dandelion seeds were blowing through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lake in the distance was like a mirror, and the setting sun was golden .

Under the eaves of the castle, Logan looked at her gently.

"You answer." Logan Howlett smiled viciously, stared at Song Xin and asked, "I have studied all minors, how about philosophy?"

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