[Zhongyingmei] Plant girlfriend

Charles put one hand on the side of his head, with a serious expression, and seemed to be reading my memory. In fact, I didn't feel anything, so I had to watch Charles' expression boredly, trying to see something.

Looking at it, my thinking began to diverge. Charles's hair is the same color as Peter's, both brown, but Peter's hair is shorter, and the front hair is always combed back by him habitually, revealing a smooth His forehead and bright eyes, when those eyes look at me innocently, I can't help but feel weak, wanting to lean forward and kiss his eyes.

Ahhh!what to do?I miss him a little bit!

No, restraint!I turned my attention back to Charles, only to find that something was wrong. Charles' eyes closed at some point, and they kept moving from side to side under the thin eyelids.There was some fine sweat on his face, and his breathing was a little short.

What's wrong?Alex and I were a little overwhelmed when Charles suddenly opened his eyes.

"I have to go to the laboratory!" As he said, he pushed the wheelchair and turned around to leave.

Alex and I looked at each other blankly, and quickly followed.

Then we entered a very spacious and empty laboratory, which was bright silver and very technological. To be precise, it was more like an operating room.

Charles stood in front of a small operating table, put a helmet full of wires on his head, and looked forward, as if there was something there.

I was stunned, and felt that this scene was inexplicably familiar.I stretched out my finger and poked Alex next to me, and whispered:

"What's that ugly helmet?"

"That helmet can enhance Charles' mutant ability, allowing him to talk to all the mutants in the world. This is how he found the students of the academy."

So what exactly did he see in my memory?What is he doing now?My head is full of questions, and I haven't got an answer for the time being.

In the middle of waiting, Alex left because of a sudden call from Scott. Out of concern for the situation, I stayed where I was and continued to wait for Charles. Not long after, I heard Charles let out a sigh of relief, Remove the helmet.

"Great, they're all right!" Charles' voice was full of genuine joy.

My heart was as curious as a cat scratching, and I quickly asked, "Who are they?"

Charles was in a good mood and didn't answer directly: "Before you met me, which mutant were you most familiar with?"

"Magneto!" I blurted out!Most of the mutants are low-key, except for a certain scene person.

Charles couldn't help but laugh: "yeah, that's right, it's him and his family!"

"He has a daughter named Nina, she is a very cute little girl!"

"What you just did has something to do with them?" I guessed.

"Yes. You saved them..."

Charles briefly explained what had happened.

It turned out that Charles only saw a small part of my memory, and then it was rejected by my brain. After repeated attempts, it still didn't work. He said he had never encountered such a situation.

And he saw that this part of the memory was about Magneto King Eric's family. Eric exposed himself because he saved his co-workers, which eventually led to the accidental death of his wife and daughter.Next, Charles, who predicted what happened through my memory, arrived in time to save them and avoid the tragedy.

From what Charles told me, I guessed that he probably didn't realize that I came from another world.He also didn't realize that the memory of Eric in my head was from a movie.As for why this is the case, I can only attribute it to the rules of this world that prohibit spoilers.

I am also very helpless about this, but at least saving two lives is a good harvest, isn't it?

I can neither recall the plot, nor can I retrieve my memory through Charles, so I can't do anything about the future direction, I can only let nature take its course.

In the afternoon, Charles and Alex went out according to the previous itinerary.

It just so happens that the device that Hank researched to suppress my mutant ability is also ready. It is in the shape of a bracelet. I don’t know what material it is made of. It is very thin and delicate, like a pair of beautiful decorations. Hank’s aesthetics are really good. !

I have stayed at Xavier College for more than two months, and now it is the end of the first semester of senior high school, which means that the final exam of Midtown High School is also coming, and Jane has already called to inform me.

Before I left, Charles hadn't come back. Anyway, the winter vacation was coming soon, so it would be convenient to come back to see them. I didn't feel any regrets when I left.

It was dinner time when I got home, and Peter and I had an appointment to meet in the evening, so after dinner I sat on the couch watching a soap opera to pass the time while I waited for him.

Probably the plot of the soap opera was too boring, I leaned on the sofa and felt a little drowsy.

Half asleep and half awake, I heard a few knocks on the window glass, I yawned, rubbed my eyes and looked over.

A strange face hangs upside down above the window, with two white eyes staring straight at me, except for the eyes, no other facial features can be seen on the face.

"Ah!!!!" I was taken aback by this typical horror movie scene, and let out a shrill soprano.

The "something" outside the window also seemed startled by my screaming, and stretched out a blackened hand trying to pull the window open.

I was so scared that my head went blank, and I stood there dumbfounded, watching it open the window, and then a round head stuck out.

"Hi!"

"It" waved at me awkwardly.

Five minutes later, I sat on one end of the sofa, crossed my chest, and looked at my boyfriend who took off his homemade "battle uniform" expressionlessly.

"So if you don't go through the good door, why do you go through the window?"

Peter rubbed his head and apologized to me pitifully: "I'm sorry to scare you, I'm used to climbing windows at home."

Well, this reason is very strong. The little milk dog I found will be pampered even when it cries.

The author has something to say: Today is a day without words, bye~