Angel forced herself downstairs to find something to eat, but when she found the kitchen based on experience, she found that the little boy who was following Charles was actually there, sitting on a high stool, facing two people. The branch remained motionless, thinking intently.
Angel didn't know what to say for a moment. She stopped carefully by the door and quickly glanced at the kitchen. She found that there were used knives and chopped ingredients on the chopping board, and a pot was simmering on the fire. , neither steaming nor boiling; music was still echoing in the kitchen, the tune was cheerful, not loud, and the smell of the food created a unique kind of tranquility - as if everything was still fine.
Angel was confused for a moment as to what year he was in.
However, she could see that the child seemed to have done all the preparations, so he was staring at the two branches while waiting. He was not accidentally in a daze, and did not need her to put out the fire or help immediately, but he was really focused on those two branches. The branches, he looked at them, sat almost like a statue, his eyes almost unblinking, only his hands moving.
The boy first lifted his chin and gently opened it, and a thin twig on a branch fell off. After a few seconds, strangely, he put it back and started to use his fingers again. He followed the outline of the branch and didn't move for a long time. But when Angel looked at his expression, he felt that his brow bones were about to become knotted.
oops. Suddenly, an idea broke into Angel's mind like a meteor. It's just that this boy's profile looks... a bit like Erik.
In particular, he seemed to be thinking about something very distressing. If it weren't for his solemn and emotionless expression, it would have been difficult for Angel to think that a child looked similar to her boss.
Angel watched him think there for a long time. She wanted to withdraw slowly without disturbing him, but she didn't expect that as soon as she moved, the boy looked at her keenly, leaving her standing there awkwardly, not knowing where to go. You should still explain your behavior.
Oh, but the moment he turned his head, Angel no longer thought he looked like her boss.
Of course, of course, her boss, Erik, was the scariest man she had ever met, and it was hard for a child to be like him.
"Ah," just when Angel was struggling, the child jumped out of the chair first, ran to the refrigerator in surprise, and called Angel's name naturally, "Angel, are you hungry? Wait a minute. , I’ll heat up some hot food for you!”
"No..." Angel said quickly, glancing at the toast bag in the refrigerator, "Don't go to such trouble." She didn't know how to get along with a child, so she could only try her best to speak calmly, "I can just eat a piece of bread." , no need to bother."
"That's not okay." The boy rubbed his face, and his face looked a little softer. "Your stomach is not suitable for iced bread. Wait a moment. I know you are very hungry. Just wait a moment." ?"
He took out a large bowl of cream soup from the refrigerator. Angel saw that one second the bowl was condensed with water mist due to the low temperature, and the next second it was steaming, exuding the aroma of heated food. He couldn't help but She swallowed, and the boy brought her a set of cutlery and asked her to sit at the dining table outside and eat a little first. Then he took out the frying pan and quickly spit out a few slices soaked in egg juice. The slices were quickly fried until golden brown, added with butter, and then served to Angel.
Although I didn’t want to scare the boy, Angel hadn’t eaten properly for a long time, and such a meal was almost considered exquisite to her! Therefore, the young woman sat at the table and wolfed down most of the bowl of soup to warm her stomach. Then she drank the warm water and ate the sweet French toast that was almost a mountain in one bite. , then she felt that her tongue and stomach came to life, and the word delicious regained meaning to her.
She didn't know that her way of eating as if there would never be another meal once again hurt the eyes of the cook who was making this meal.
"What do you like to eat, Angel?"
The boy poked his head out of the kitchen and asked, his eyes bright, "When your situation gets better, I can make it for you -"
"No!" Angel retorted quickly. She still remembered Charles's attitude deeply, but when the boy's face showed a look of rejection and disappointment, it was difficult for her to choose to refuse his request, "No, I mean, She slowed down her speech, put on a smile, and said as gently as she could, "Don't bother me. I can eat anything. It's okay with me whatever you do."
Maybe this answer sounded too perfunctory. Although the boy smiled, he didn't speak.
"Let's do this. Do you like to eat roasted chicken and small cakes? Or we can make roasted chicken wings?" He curled up his lips, seemingly casually, but he suddenly hit upon Angel's deepest desire, "I can do it. Very tasty turkey and cake.”
Angel's hand holding the fork paused.
"How do you know I like roast chicken?" She looked at the boy in disbelief, "And cake?" She paused and suddenly realized, "Are you the same as Charles? But I didn't feel it at all! Your ability... Is that your ability?"
She really wanted to eat roast chicken, which was tender and juicy, with a golden skin that could be swallowed by her tongue once she took a bite. She also wanted to eat small cakes. She had been craving small cakes when she was working under Erik. There were all kinds of cakes. Anything is fine, whether it's cream cake, cupcakes or mousse, she likes desserts.
But she hadn't eaten either of these for a long, long time, or in other words, these thoughts were just passing through her heart.
"So to speak," the boy winked, "no offense, but my brain always knows what you want to eat - generally speaking, I don't want to dig into other people's brains, but if you don't tell me, I just can't help it, I'm sorry, I really want to know."
When he said this, Angel didn't see him quietly put his hands behind his back and made an amen gesture. So she put down her fork, smiled to show that she didn't care, and then made a troubled expression.
"Don't go to such trouble, okay?" she said, "Really, Azazel and I probably won't stay here too long. You don't know my relationship with Charles, or our relationship with Charles, then Can’t say it’s good.”
"He won't kick you out," the boy said. "Charles is a nice guy."
"But I have done something sorry for him, and we also have a boss," Angel said as gently as possible, "Are you the new student he brought back? There are some things you don't know about me and our boss. Erik, oh, you may not know him, but he and Charles... have a very bad relationship."
…………
well.
Harry sighed deeply in his heart, watched Angel go away, and washed the dishes. As he washed them, he mentally lamented the hellish situation.
Look, what a strange thing, Erik and Charles are not on good terms! Very bad! It's so bad that even Erik's subordinates don't think they can stay here for a while!
If he had told Harry about this at another time, he would have laughed so hard that he would have rolled off the bed, but in this situation, he felt that anything could happen. At this time, he also remembered that Peter seemed to have mentioned what he had witnessed. He told Harry something about it as a conversation piece after dinner. He said that he had seen Charles punch Erik in the face without even saying hello, with a standard posture and even force like a fighter in the fighting ring. Erik wasn't surprised, and Charles wasn't surprised that he wasn't.
Alas, alas. Harry sighed repeatedly in his mind.
This means that he must not interfere in this matter in this era - Erik seems destined to have a 'bad' relationship with Charles for a while.
"I just finished my honeymoon some time ago and watched them drying out their eyes on the beach, and now I have to watch this again," Harry thought painfully, "What did I do to have this happen to me?"
It's definitely more embarrassing than seeing your parents having sex at home! Who wants to see their family quarreling without being able to break up the fight!
No, calm down, Harry, your family is still going to be perfect in the future, you know Erik and Charles's, they're not growing that fast. Harry comforted himself in his heart, you have seen a lot since you were a child, and this is just the earlier part that you have not seen. Such preconditions further prove how sincere their love is and how difficult it is to break up.
Harry put the plates and bowls away, looked at the situation in the stew pot, set an alarm on his phone, and sat down on the high stool again, slowly dazed and chewing on his nails.
——Speaking of which, the kitchen is really a good place. It is familiar and no one competes with him for the territory.
Slowly, Harry thought about the question before Angel's arrival - what did Logan mean?
Potter. He calls me Potter.
This is a very important detail, because Harry knows very well that mutants who are friends with Charles, no, as long as they are mutants, will not call him 'Potter' at all. Because of Charles's reputation and importance, Harry relies on him. Raised by one hand, the label of 'Professor As good friends, Logan can share Charles' wine cabinet, have his own room in their house, and can go back to school to live at any time, and run away at any time. How could such a Logan call himself Potter?
Harry thought about it and added one more thing - Logan would definitely not recognize the Hogwarts uniforms. He basically never showed them to Logan. Logan is not a person who remembers clothing styles. He only remembered Rogue's skirt styles because If she can't remember, she will get angry.
All in all, there's something wrong with this Logan.
And why is he here? Why did he say 'wrong'? 'Wrong place and wrong time'?
And Aunt Raven... Yes, he hasn't seen his aunt since he came here, which is also very abnormal. Although his aunt runs outside all year round, where is she now at a time like this?
If he went to get his aunt back, would Charles be happier and cheer up?
While Harry was meditating on these questions, a slight bang sounded behind him. He almost immediately became alert and disappeared on the stool with a bang. When he reappeared, he ran behind the sofa and stood in the kitchen. The person turned into Azazel.
The red-skinned Devilman's shoulder was still bandaged and one of his legs was injured. He looked at Harry with a thoughtful look on his face, as if he was thinking about how valuable he was. This view made Harry feel inexplicably cold.
"Don't be nervous," Azazel's English is still full of a weird flavor. His deep voice really matches his appearance. It is full of a strange, arrogant, artistic and complex beauty, but around his eyes and wrists There are several traces of stitching across it, but it is easy to make people fear, "I will not hurt the person who saved me."
"I don't think so," Harry was more wary of him than Angel. This Azazel was not the Azazel who would sit and drink with Alex and the others in the future. Harry's knowledge of the people under Erik was really limited, because no matter what happened to them in the future, For whatever reason, they must at least treat Harry as an equal and friendly person, because Harry always wants their boss's second son, but now Harry is still wearing a false identity, "It's just that it's a bit... scary."
"You mean teleportation?" Azazel said inexplicably, "But you can do it too."
"I won't suddenly appear behind others." Harry replied, sitting down on the sofa confidently. "It's scary. You can take the stairs."
Azazel couldn't deny this. He picked up an apple on the plate and took a bite, his sharp teeth clicking loudly as he chewed it.
"How did you pull us out of that hellish place?" Azazel ate up the apple in several mouthfuls and asked Harry after swallowing it, "I couldn't even escape from those scum."
"...My abilities went riot." Harry stared at Azazel for a while, and then answered almost honestly, "I saw them preparing to point the syringe at Sean, and my abilities stopped functioning."
"This is normal..." Azazel walked out of the kitchen, staring at Harry with her golden eyes, and said in a long voice, "I have seen many young compatriots who can't control their own abilities at your time, even He’s our boss, and so is he—”
He's talking about Uncle Erik. Harry thought.
"You must be angry," Azazel said in a deep voice, "because humans have done unfair things to superior people who are different from them. I heard how you ruined that place, and I completely understand that your Shi was definitely extremely angry."
oh. Oh, oh. Harry's face was stiff, and he wanted to tear his hair wildly. Now he finally understood what Angel meant, and he had a rough guess about the current situation: Uncle Erik probably left his father with some friends, and even became his enemy.
If there is any reason for Erik to leave Charles, it must be because of his ideals, because such a person always has the toughest will deep in his soul and the great goal he wants to achieve. Although Harry doesn't pay much attention to it, , but the documents Emma asked him to handle showed that he really didn’t know anything about the Brotherhood!
——Listen to this, 'higher people', it turns out that so many years ago, the Brotherhood was an organization of 'this' nature! !
"I just didn't know that some people in the world could be so bad," Harry thought for a moment and chose to speak slowly with a stern face. You must know that he has already had experience facing such people and must not be too quick or talk too softly. The brain must be on the same frequency, even think more before speaking, "No one should be treated like that."
The living room fell into silence for a moment.
"So, you didn't kill them?" Azazel asked suddenly.
"What?" Harry was stunned, "Um, no, I didn't. I didn't kill anyone, I just-" Harry thought about his words, "I just made them all faint."
"What a pity," Azazel sighed sincerely and slowly. If he hadn't been severely disabled himself, he would have looked as if the devil was really whispering in the world. "It's such a pity. You can kill them so easily - why did you Don’t you want to kill them?”
With a bang, he disappeared from the spot. Harry's heart skipped a beat and he quickly ran away from the sofa, but Azazel suddenly arrived in front of him, and the unusual face immediately came closer to him, and what was slowly blooming on it was A ferocious look like an evil beast.
"Why don't you kill them?" Azazel said, "I dream—every one—of killing them and leaving them to be mauled by wild beasts—"
His hands, or rather claws, no longer looked like humans, and they grabbed Harry's shoulders.
"You may indeed be a student of Charles Xavier and have the same will as him," Azazel's breath almost fell on the boy's face, burning hot, and every word he said made people shudder, aggressive and Full of hatred, the relaxed and leisurely attitude just now seemed to be an act, "But it's not like no one has died in that damn place - ah, you only rescued me and Angel, don't you want to know that you didn't find anyone?" What will happen to you——"
"...Stop."
Suddenly, Azazel's approaching posture stopped with a 'stop'.
"Yes, stop."
Azazel saw the boy's eyes change color almost instantly, and his words suddenly gained power. At the same time he had almost no control over his movements.
what happened? He stared at the boy, trying to use his remaining mental power to break away from the confinement, but it was useless. He was still unable to move. And immediately, the boy's eyes flashed, and a more flexible and powerful mental power suppressed him. He turned back and almost immediately felt dizzy.
"Back off." Harry said calmly, swung it in his sleeves to cover it up, took out the wand that had turned into a pointer, and pressed it against his chest. He stepped back step by step, and stretched the distance between him and Azazel. Distance, "Yes, don't move, then step back - thank you, I think this distance is good."
Azazel found that he seemed to be frozen in place, and it was difficult to blink, but he was quickly analyzing the information in his mind. Was his mind controlled? Or does this boy have other abilities that are enough to immobilize him? Or is this not immobilization, but a reversible petrification?
Just as he was thinking this, Harry used his pointer to lift up Azazel's shirt and took a look at it. The old man shook his head and sighed.
Sure enough, a little red began to seep out from where the bandage was.
"Sir, when I saw you, you only teleported twice, and the time between them was quite short," Harry said gently, gently, and even sincerely, "You shouldn't use your abilities to scare me. , jumping through space when you are seriously injured will only crack the original wound and make it more serious - don't look at me like this, I have taken care of all your wounds, how could I not know?"
Alas, it’s not like I haven’t done this myself. Harry thought. This wound will definitely burst open.
"I hope you respect the fruits of my labor." He added.
Looking at the expression on the boy's face, Azazel broke out in a cold sweat. But at the same time, he had some doubts.
——Are you only paying attention to my wounds? Have you really not thought about what I just said? Why not try to face it? He wanted to ask this at first, but now, he could only wonder, when did the boy start thinking about his wound?
"Don't look at me like that, I just want you to go back to your room and rest," Harry said. "It seems like you need to rest more than Angel - if you rest more, you won't think so much."
As he spoke, he waved the pointer, then a little, and a few more times like waving a baton, and Azazel found himself floating up like a balloon, a few feet above the ground, floating towards the stairs - now This posture looks very strange once there is only one person.
"Oh, there's more." Harry thought for a moment, took out an enhanced version of the Dreamless Potion from the box on the coffee table in the living room, walked directly in front of Azazel, opened his mouth and poured some into him, " Sweet dreams, sir."
Azazel almost didn't curse a word, didn't even taste the strange taste in her mouth, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
"Phew." Seeing Azazel close her eyes, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, Azazel like this is really scary. His question was indeed sharp, but since this was not the first time he had faced such a question, Harry did not shrink back in fear.
After all, this is not the first person to preach to him about issues such as 'higher people' and 'human beings are like ants and enemies'. If he doesn't make any progress, he will have to hide in shame, so he seems to be getting more and more worried about Azazel. With an aggressive attitude, Harry... just threw them away and turned them to stone. In order to ensure the effect, he also used a wand this time, which was still made of yew. Different from his own, this material was particularly conducive to performing this kind of wand. Offensive spells.
Looking at Azazel, Harry put away his wand and guided the sleeping man upstairs.
"It's okay even if you leave him on the ground now," a man said coldly, standing at the top of the stairs. "He may not want to be treated like a guest in the guest room - the garden behind may be more suitable for him."
Harry replied without even looking up, "But he's a casualty."
"I have sworn that I will never sympathize with him or them," the man said, "because sometimes I feel that my sympathy is superfluous."
Harry raised his head and smiled at that person, Charles who was standing there, without saying anything, thinking, you may think so at this moment, but deep down in your heart, you definitely don't think so.
However, even though he knew it in his heart, looking at that man's expression, Harry felt extremely uncomfortable. There seemed to be a large blockage in his throat and he couldn't swallow.
What kind of expression is that? There is numbness in the coldness, and thoroughness in the numbness. It is because of the thoroughness that there is powerlessness. Those blue eyes should...should have been the happiest, instead of being like this, like two stars in the northern night sky, bright but cold.
Harry really wanted to hug his dad and ask, is it because they didn't listen to your advice? Is it because they left you? Or is it because you may have anticipated this situation, but found that you were unable to prevent it from happening?
Will his father feel that he is the most useless person in the world?
Harry floated Azazel like a statue, walked past Charles and entered the corridor. Under Angel's surprised eyes, he put him back on the bed, lifted the immobilizing and floating spells, and told Angel to drink medicine on time. , and then trotted back to the stairs. When he saw Charles still standing there, he breathed a sigh of relief and stood over.
Charles didn't look at him, just looked at the empty hall with only antique furnishings, his eyes seemed to be looking into the unknown abyss, and he said nothing.
Harry didn't say anything. He stood quietly next to Charles, standing there with his father. The two people stood there in similar postures, like two Russian matryoshka dolls, one big and one small, but they didn't look at each other or make a sound.
In fact, it's nice to be quiet like this. Harry thought.
This reminded him of the old days - that was really, really 'before', um, he meant, before there were so many people in the house and it wasn't so lively.
At that time, Harry was still a baby clinging to his father, and Charles could not stand. The afternoons at Xavier's house were always much quieter than others. His father sat in front of the window, reading a book to him, or reading a book to himself. Harry would either sit in his arms or fall asleep on the small sofa next to him, covered with a small blanket and snoring. If he woke up, Charles would feed his son some milk, biscuits and bubbles. Fu, and a nice afternoon passed like this.
Now they were both standing by the stairs, not relaxed at all, but at least they had a few quiet minutes, Harry wasn't greedy, and just that made him feel more at ease than he had in months.
I don't know how long it took before Charles looked away and looked at the boy.
"Don't you have to go home these days? Aren't your parents worried if you are here?" Charles said calmly, "You are still only a teenager."
"I live on campus," Harry immediately turned around and said, "Our principal knows one of my elders, so he gave me a long vacation. I can-can help you all the time."
The corners of Charles' mouth seemed to curl up, and then seemed to disappear quickly. I can't tell what this arc smells like. It's like the smoke from a candle blown out. It has warmth, but it's not warm enough.
"I think you have helped. You told us the news, you rescued Angel and Azazel, and destroyed the laboratory," Charles said. "You have helped us a lot. I don't like letting children go to the battlefield."
Speaking of this, Harry could keenly sense the pain involved - Sean was also forced to serve as soldiers together with Alex at a very young age, and they still don't know if Alex has also encountered something unexpected.
"You should go back to your parents." Charles said in a slower tone, but he still didn't look at Harry, but looked around the place, slowly spinning in circles, "I have seen many children, and I know the difference. , you must have a family that loves you very much, instead of being like some of my students who... don’t have a home." His voice was very soft when he came to the last word, and his eyes fell on the green grass outside the window, as if he was thinking Something very far away, "You are a great kid and your family must love you very much."
Because of you, Dad, I am so good because of you. Harry's nose felt sore and he almost wanted to blurt out everything right away. But he can't.
"They have a home," Harry lowered his head, almost suppressing all his impulses, and said as if shouting, "This will be their home!"
This time, Charles seemed shocked. He looked at the boy, and this time there was something different in his eyes.
"...I thought this place used to be," Charles said softly, as if he was talking about a sweet dream, "but now this place can't even be a school, let alone a home."
His dejected attitude was like a saw, cutting a bloody knife into Harry's heart every time he said a depressing word.
"...it will be fine." Harry closed his eyes and kept thinking about those happy and warm things, proposals, weddings, honeymoons, and his brothers and sisters, Nina, Peter, Wanda, they would always show up, and Erik There will always be reconciliation with Charles. He knows all this, "It will be fine."
The road ahead looks bleak, but it will be okay.
He cares about you, and he will not seriously hurt you for the rest of his life. He loves you so much that he can't help himself. You are his destined friend, mentor, and partner.
But Harry couldn't say a word of these words now.
He could only stay silent, staying with Charles, watching the afternoon sun still shine brightly, reflecting the shape of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the floor for a long time...until Harry's mobile phone placed in the kitchen made a loud music noise. The bell rang, and Harry remembered that he hadn't finished cooking. He looked at Charles, and after receiving a nod from the other party, he trotted to the kitchen to avoid ruining his lunch.
Charles looked at the boy's running back for a long time, almost showing a relaxed smile...but thinking about what the man said to him in the study just now, he pulled the corner of his mouth down again.
It was as if he had completely lost his happiness.
…………
The dinner was sumptuous, but no one sat at the table to eat except Sean and Harry.
"I heard that Charles and Hank made a plan." Sean picked up a Scotch egg, bit off half of the yolk and the hamburger meat wrapped around it, and said incoherently, "It's all because of the guy who broke in this morning. man."
y said in his heart, but did not show it, and gave himself a spoonful of beef stew to eat with seafood fried rice. He bought these materials conveniently in England. The materials were quite good and could soothe Harry's stomach.
"That person this morning?"
"Don't tell me you didn't see him," Sean said as he wolfed down his food. "He called you Potter - what Potter? He just came here, talked secretly with Charles, and said he was in the wrong place. Let’s go, what does he mean?”
"I'm not sure," Harry said, looking confused, "I do have a classmate with this name, I mean, surname, and he's British."
"Anyway, I don't understand what he's here for." Sean also brought himself a large portion of beef stew, munching on it and being patted by Harry.
Harry said seriously: "I just wanted to say it yesterday. You eat too fast, which is not good for your stomach. It stays hungry for a long time and cannot..." He thought about the wording, "You have done too much exercise. .”
"Kids, leave the adults alone—" Sean said.
"But I'm cooking," Harry said simply. "If you don't listen to me, I won't give you meat, or you can just think about it on your own with the raw meat in the refrigerator."
This sentence touched Sean's weakness. He also knew that he couldn't eat the food he cooked, and the boy was very good at cooking. Compared with his own dry barbecue, who would give up such a fragrant stew? There are other things, such as pudding, toast, soup...
He swallowed at the beef stew in the bowl and quickly slowed down his eating speed. Harry nodded with satisfaction and continued to eat. After a while, they both finished the dessert, left the others' portions in the refrigerator, and sat on the sofa again.
Harry held a book that he had taken out from the study room and read it for a while, then found that he couldn't calm down at all. He thought for a while and asked Sean: "Charles and Hank are in the study?"
"Yes," Sean looked around and said to Harry in a low voice as there was no one else around. "I heard that they have a plan - they know why I was captured for experiments!"
Harry: "Why?"
When he destroyed the laboratory, he couldn't even control himself. When he left, he wanted to go faster and faster. He completely forgot to read the researcher's mind carefully. He just wanted to take Sean home as soon as possible. Now think about it , indeed shuddering.
Are human experiments in laboratories born out of research or exploration, or are they born out of other reasons?
"...They know, but they don't tell me." Sean's expression fell.
Harry: "…………"
Okay, this approach may be to maintain your happy mind.
While he was fuming like this, Harry heard a loud noise suddenly coming from upstairs - a really, really loud noise, like something very heavy had been knocked down.
"!!!" Sean jumped up, "What the hell?! Enemy attack?"
Harry ran up the stairs, his speed suddenly increased to half that of Peter's, and his heartbeat jumped to over 130 - his father was upstairs! !
Sean also ran away: "Wait for me!"
The study door upstairs was unlocked, and two other footsteps were approaching quickly. Harry and Sean were in a group, and Angel and Azazel were in a group. The two groups almost bumped into each other at the door of the study, but Harry didn't pay attention to the others. Yes, he broke in directly——
——Then he became stupid.
A man stood opposite Charles, and Charles looked furious. The bookcase that Harry had sorted yesterday was now on the ground, in a mess, with books scattered all over the floor.
Oh, sorry, let me correct you. The man was 'floating' opposite Charles, until he landed on his feet under Charles' cold glare.
"Erik!" Sean screamed.
"Erik!" Angel said in shock.
"...Boss," said Azazel, who was particularly listless due to the effects of the Dreamless Potion still remaining on his expression.
Harry said nothing.
The man turned his head expressionlessly, and his youthful face could not help but remind Harry of the expressionless Wanda... But immediately his eyes couldn't help but move to Erik's head... Uh, no, It's not called the head. His focus is actually on the thing worn on the head. He means...
...that helmet that was so ugly that it was disliked by all the Xavier brothers and sisters no matter how many times they saw it.
Except on the battlefield of Apocalypse, Erik has never worn that helmet——
——Only because he rejected Charles because he wore it.
Oh no--
Feeling the atmosphere in the study that was eager for a fight, Harry finally realized why this helmet was sealed.
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I cried. I originally planned to travel to Nanjing on the 18th, but the teacher didn’t screen out my graduation project! I cried, I want to play! ! ! I’m so mad, so mad, I thought my roommate would win the bid, but it’s me? ? ?
One of the teachers kept criticizing me. There were too few things that could be displayed. How do you display a book? Can you put up more signboards... Then he gave me more work in the next few days. quantity. The requirements of our school are really biased. It’s OK to have a good exhibition and a lot of things. I was scolded by the teacher... I didn’t design for the exhibition! This design is the new pit I want to open next year, okay? What I draw is my hero and heroine! Who cares about exhibitions!
Heaven can see, I originally wanted to run away after my defense, okay! ! ! !
And the expenses have increased again! ! !
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