[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

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Song Xin wrote on the paper: her tonsils were inflamed and she couldn't speak.

Then Song Xin raised the piece of paper above her head, the class was silent for a moment, and burst into laughter.

What's a day without speaking like?

"At most, two or three days at the most, you will be back to normal." Qin Gray assured Song Xin, and asked again: "Is the tongue stuck to the upper jaw?"

Song Xin couldn't stop nodding aggrievedly, and wrote a sentence on the paper: I can only drink milk this morning.

Qin thought for a moment and reminded her: "Be careful of choking and coughing when eating, and be careful of suffocation caused by tongue falling into the throat. Sleep on your side for the past two days."

It was still raining outside the window, and there was a layer of rain and mist on the emerald green grass. Colorful students were coming and going in the corridor. Song Xin wanted to stick two crossed X tapes on her mouth to remind herself that she could no longer speak.

Song Xin used to talk to distract her attention, but when her tongue stuck to her upper jaw, she became very depressed.Song Xin blankly hugged her computer and went to the reading room to make plans. Facing the blank document, she began to examine herself rarely.

Song Xin is 22 this year. In terms of life, she is already a rather respectable age—but in terms of society, Song Xin is indeed a fledgling young man.

The so-called fledgling young people always inevitably hit the wall.Every young person steps into the society with full of enthusiasm and belief. Some of them still believe that it is black and white, some believe that good can never overcome evil, and some believe that hard work must be rewarded. In the big dyeing vat, he was beaten to death.

Song Xin vaguely understood this point, but she didn't understand it.

Using the world as material, using the pen as a knife, to carry forward the past and open up the future, and bring peace to all generations. Song Xin had such a vision five years ago, when she was 17 years old when she entered the university and chose a major.

However, after four years of undergraduate studies, internships and job hunting repeatedly hit the wall, and under the exploitation and exclusion of reality, this dream was finally left with dregs.

Song Xin closed her eyes.

What's the deal with news?

To do news is to walk in shackles, to write manuscripts under the surveillance board, to submit for review layer by layer, to modify wording layer by layer, to make your attitude smooth and not offend others, it is Big Brother who is watching you.

Song Xin's eyes were a little red, she looked at her computer blankly, and there was the only sensational word on it: 'Shock America!There are such mutants...'

Ever imagined your life would be like this?Song Xin thought sadly.

In this life, Song Xin didn't have anything to sell except for her good books, her life skills were negative, her mouth went straight to her brain, and she couldn't even find a job with a 4.0 GPA.

She has been unlucky since she was a child, and even awakening the X gene and becoming a mutant is an ability with a very low sense of existence.

Then Song Xin touched her water glass with a blurry vision.

"It's the first time I've seen someone crying because he couldn't speak." The person behind Song Xin said complicatedly, "Is it so uncomfortable to be silent all morning?"

Song Xin: "..."

Tears welled up in Song Xin's eyes, but she suppressed all the tears and found a pen to write on the paper: I didn't cry because I couldn't speak, I swear by my personality.

Logan laughed, pulled up a chair, sat beside Song Xin, and wrote on the paper: Why is that?Can't hold back the manuscript?

Song Xin: ...

Song Xin admits with difficulty but honestly: eight|nine is inseparable from ten.

Looking at the piece of paper, Logan seemed to want to laugh but held back, and wrote: Come out, I'll talk to you.

Then he patted Song Xin on the back, motioning her to follow.

It was raining patteringly on the roof, the dark sky was pressing on people's heads, and the field was washed with fresh green in the rain.Song Xin was holding a cup of Earl Gray tea with peach juice, carrying her military green arctic fox backpack, and sat with Wolverine in the small pavilion on the roof.

Wolverine motioned her to sit down, and Song Xin vaguely remembered that the hero seemed to have lived for hundreds of years—in this school, Logan Howlett was actually much older than Professor Charles.

It can be said that I have seen the warmth and coldness of human relationships.

Logan took a cup of black coffee and asked, "What manuscript are you writing?"

Song Xin took out the computer from her schoolbag, opened it to Logan, and there was only a single line on Document 1: 'Shock America!There are such mutants...'

Logan: "Pfft."

Song Xin hit the table in despair.

Logan suppressed a smile and said, "Can't write this topic? Doesn't your class have material?"

Song Xin typed on the document a little depressed: "They are not special."

"People want to see the strong." Song Xin wrote wistfully, "Weak people—such as me and those students in our class, the public will not care at all."

Logan thought for a moment and said, "Muqiang is a human instinct."

Song Xin typed cracklingly: "What do people want to see? People want to see Iron Man has another girlfriend, what events Steve Rogers attends, Wolverine's interviews, Magneto and Professor X's EC fan."

Logan: "..."

Logan was in a complicated mood: "How did the latter get in?"

Song Xin became serious, and typed: "I'm from CE's family, and I've been feeling hard about my family for a long time."

Logan: "...Oh."

Song Xin asked: "Then would you like to accept an interview with me?"

Logan asked back: "Then can you guarantee to ask the questions that people want to know without offending me?"

Song Xin thought for a while, and honestly wrote on the computer: "No."

"So I don't want to interview you either. You are my favorite superhero. I don't want to see you become such a talking point." Song Xin blushed.

Logan smiled: "Little rascal, such a childish person can't gain a foothold in society."

Song Xin nodded, smiled with difficulty, and didn't answer.

"Are you interested in being strong?" Logan knocked on the table and asked, "Why don't you put it another way—do you want to become stronger?"

Song Xin raised her head. She was thin and looked weak—she looked like a weak person.

There was torrential rain between the sky and the earth, and a white mist filled the lake.

"I actually envy you very much." Song Xin wrote on the paper: "I have lived for 22 years, and I am not outstanding anywhere. When I was studying, I couldn't do anything except academic performance. I have always been around the average. Man—no, I'm actually not even above the average."

Song Xin knew that it was not appropriate to talk about her other side with people she didn't know well, but once she couldn't speak, even her mentality changed completely.

Everyone has a trough, Song Xin's trough is now.

"Even being a mutant," she writes with difficulty, "I'm also the least capable. I really envy you guys."

Logan looked at the paper, touched his lips with his fingers and thought for a moment, took a pencil and wrote:

"That's because you only see one side of it."

Song Xin's handwriting is neat and serious, while Logan's handwriting is much more rigid. He wrote: "Those people you envy probably also envy you."

"The abilities of mutants are different from other abilities." Logan lit a cigarette: "Do you mind if I smoke? ——As a mutant, the stronger your ability is, the more different it is from ordinary people, and the more damage it will do to you. The more serious. Professor Charles was almost driven crazy by his own brain when he was young. The ability of Cyclops is already relatively common among us, but you know what the hell will happen if he doesn't wear glasses when he opens his eyes? "

Song Xin nodded slightly.

"What about me." Logan cracked the cigar: "I really became what I am now after pouring Adamantium alloy into my torso."

Logan: "The process of pouring Adamantium into the body is disgusting."

Song Xin thought of the Wolverine series of comics, and nodded sadly.

"Actually, we are more or less envious of ordinary people." Logan looked into the distance and said, "After all, we are just human beings."

Song Xin struggled to write on the paper: You are already much better than us ordinary people.

Logan was noncommittal, and said with a smile: "Do you have a clue to write a manuscript, kid?"

Song Xin nibbled on the pen in confusion, then nodded honestly.

"That's good." Logan asked, "What do you want to write?"

Song Xin had a vague prototype in her heart, but the prototype alone was not enough.She didn't even figure out the content of that prototype, but at the same time, she also had an inspiration that she could write now.

Song Xin thought for a while and wrote, "Would you like to tell some stories about your childhood?"

Logan knocked the cigarette ash on the table, and said to Song Xin, "Okay."

In this ever-changing era, wireless networks have penetrated into every lit-up town like capillaries. In such an era, the decline of paper media is already an indisputable fact.

When Song Xin finished taking the last notes, the sky was already quite dark, the rain was falling continuously, and Logan was staring at his mobile phone.

Song Xin: "No no no no!"

Logan: "?"

Song Xin threw her head on the table in frustration, and Logan said comfortingly, "You look quite human when you're quiet."

Song Xin cried angrily: "Uuuhhh—"

Logen put away the things and said to Song Xin, "Shall I take you back?"

Song Xin blushed and nodded.

Logan suppressed a smile, and said cutely: "Then I'm leaving."

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin's face turned red from holding back, but she couldn't speak, so she could only watch Logan go downstairs.Logan was slender and strong, with smooth muscles. Before leaving, he waved his hands arrogantly at Song Xin. Song Xin held back for a long time, and finally blushed and knocked her head against the wall.

Malfoy, Malfoy!The revenge of killing the father and taking the wife is nothing more than that.Song Xin thought angrily, then frantically pulled at her tongue for a while, and finally found out in frustration that her tongue was really sticking tightly.

Why sticky tongue!What is the appeal of the sticky tongue!Song Xin realized desperately that she couldn't even eat like this, and she could only ask for Tetra Pak milk in the cafeteria, and she had to bring a straw, without which she would choke to death.

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin packed her bag and walked down the stairs, the unique atmosphere of the school enveloped her.Song Xin vaguely felt that she had returned to her college days.

Song Xin’s discrimination in her undergraduate days was lacklustre, just like every ordinary foreign student, hovering between part-time job and dead line, when she came back to rent a house at night, she checked Weibo to see if anyone she knew was on the list, and put Taihao The story of Huhe paper-wrapped chicken and YSL is familiar by heart.

Those stories have something to do with her, but they don’t have much to do with her. The closest Song Xin was to North American Tucao Jun was when her ex-boyfriend cheated on her, and the person who cheated on her posted a bitch Song Xin with high scores and low energy. Song Xin's roommate Edith rated her as a bitch and tore her out of ten miles.

Song Xin thought of Edith, so she took out her phone and sent her a WeChat message.

——The corridor on the fourth floor was empty, Song Xin recalled the wizarding battle that happened here last night, and felt sore and bitter in his heart: Sure enough, there is a price to be paid for speaking, this is good, it is simply suffering the most tragic violence in life .

Song Xin said to Edith: "Can you imagine a me who can't speak?"

Edith's news entered the message box with a whiff: "Who did it? I want to send him flowers. If the mutant ability has such a useful ability, I want to mutate too."

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin felt complicated.

The next second after the class, Song Xin put a hand on his shoulder. Song Xin's hair exploded, and she immediately screamed:

"Ahhhh-!!!"

Song Xin flashed a hundred thousand ghost stories in her mind, she was so frightened that she almost ran away, but she realized the difference right away.

Song Xin covered her mouth and said in disbelief, "...I, my tongue is not sticky anymore?"

"--Um."

Malfoy yelled, "I'm here to help you break the spell today, you Muggle."

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin took a look at him, covered her mouth and ran away.

Malfoy was confused, he chased after him, and said to Song Xin, "What are you running for?"

Song Xin: "I can't control my mouth."

A person who knows the current affairs is a hero, Song Xin judged that she was no better than this person, and she knew very well about her mouth: this is a mouth that goes straight to the brain and has no gates. Those who silence can be said to be suicidal.

Malfoy explained, "I'm not going to stuff your socks today."

Song Xin said angrily: "I can't even stick a mace! Refuse!"

Malfoy: "Nothing else, I just want to get to know you formally."

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin asked, "Huh?"

Then the blond young man in front of him stretched out his hand to Song Xin, and introduced himself noblely, "My name is Draco Malfoy."

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin shook hands with him tremblingly, and said, "It's a pleasure to meet, a pleasure to meet...?"

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"What's going on at Xavier School for the Gifted? You've got to report this week."

"I don't know what happened, but I know what the X-Men taught, especially water."

Don't mention wizards who violate Ma Zhe and materialistic values-only mention the class: the teacher who reads the PPT in class is not a good teacher!A teacher who only typed a single word for homework is not a responsible teacher!You X-men, the men are full, but being a teacher is really a disqualification in the world——

Can your students really apply to college? Can SAT test 1400?If you fail the exam, you are not ready for teaching reform!

"Teaching reform? What is that? Hey, what do you want to do!"

"Well... Let me think about it. Let's book the five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulation according to the number of people. Yes, this is what I need. I order mathematics and comprehensive science. Yes, yes, there is no difference between the People's Education Edition and the Jiangsu Education Edition anyway. The syllabus—"

Please look forward to the next chapter, the work report observation report——

【Note】

①Lake Tahoe: The famous Tucao Jun in North America, a story about discovering that my boyfriend actually has a girlfriend through travel

②Paper-wrapped chicken: For the masculinity, a layer of paper is wrapped in Jiji, not beggar chicken!Beggar chicken is an innocent thing to eat!

③YSL: source - "My boyfriend wants me to blow his ass with YSL..."

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This chapter seems a bit serious...QvQ I miscalculated the time! !It was supposed to be updated last night!In the end, I forgot that yesterday was Monday... Sorry everyone QAQ! !

Thanks to code-named Baratheon and Yingziziyingyingzi for throwing mines!