sinovels Chapter 277
Chapter 277
"Claire! Are you still not going to the party tomorrow?" A female classmate who doesn't look familiar approached intimately, "Come on, Claire, I know you are not very interested in these things, but how can college life be short of parties? ?!"
"Sorry, I still have work, so I really can't spare time."
As in the past, Claire declined the invitation.
She has been admitted to the ideal university, because her grades are not good enough to get a scholarship, her high tuition fees are paid by the money she has saved from working for so long, and she has also applied for student loans.
Anna is learning painting in a studio near the school. This is her interest. Although she can't see any benefits and results from painting, it is good that Anna is willing to take time out of play to study hard. Claire is very interested in She didn't have high expectations.
In fact, Anna was able to persist in working until today, which has surprised Claire very much.
Unlike Claire herself, Anna is a very typical party girl. She enjoys the feeling of being sought after, and it is difficult to endure the hard life of machinery. Although the work on the website is indeed very interesting and bright, it has been a long time But that's all.
Boring mechanical repetition is the normal state of work.
Compared with Claire, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, Anna's anxiety and adaptation period seemed very long.Fortunately, she didn't delay her work, and even though her heart was full of anger, she made a judgment honestly, as objectively and as fair as possible.
But it's true that Anna would go out and go crazy whenever she had a chance. Claire didn't intend to stop it, and she couldn't stop it either.
Anna wasn't going to take those men back to their houses anyway, so let her.
College life is more fulfilling and complex than Claire imagined. Campus bullying and small-scale cliques, and the worship of sports talents always exist. Claire has never been the type who is beautiful or good at sports since middle school. After arriving in college, She also rightfully became a marginalized student.
Fortunately, she doesn't mind this kind of situation, her grades are very good, and she doesn't have to worry about finding a partner who is willing to work with her when doing group work, and that's enough.
The refrigerator was emptied by Anna the day before yesterday, and today I have to go to the supermarket to buy some food to make up for it; the paper towels at home are almost out, and I need to stock up on some; there are also vitamin tablets and oatmeal, which Anna has bought several times, this time She would buy it back anyway... Claire was making plans in her mind as she walked. She was going to take the bus back first, and then drive to the supermarket.
But the plan was interrupted by a phone call from Anna.
"Claire! Claire, listen, 'Clark' contacted me just now, he said that he has read the novel you discovered and discussed it with people in the company. Make it into a movie!"
Standing on the street full of people, Claire was stunned.
As the administrator of the website, Claire has always been dedicated to her duties, because she received too many complaints, after reviewing, she moved the novel from the fan zone to the original zone, and sent an email to the creator to warn him that if the novel content If there are too many real people involved, it is best to ensure the authenticity and objectivity of the novel's content.
The other party's reply came quickly, and the wording was also very strange.
"Believe me, no one knows the cause and effect of the whole incident better than me. Even if Professor X and Magneto himself can't be as unbiased as I am, in my eyes, the ideas of both of them have serious Problem. But I seem to be the least qualified to say this, at least both of them have made contributions to mutants. Thank you for reminding me, I will improve."
The other party's id is a string of garbled characters that can be seen at a glance.
No matter how strange his words are, after finding that the novel was of good quality, Claire sent it to 'Clark' as usual, and 'Clark', who seldom gave any reply or answer, returned the novel in less than half an hour. Appeared in the management group and asked the administrators to pay attention to this author.
The wording of 'Clark' is also a bit strange, and Claire vaguely felt that he should know this lady in reality.
"Don't worry about her, she can write whatever she wants," he said. "If someone complains on the grounds that what he described is not in line with reality, don't worry about it."
"Complainants who are really persistent come to me," said the 'princess' who had been absent for a long time, "I will solve it."
Claire was sure that not only her immediate boss, but also Ms. Prince knew the author.
But they all kept the author's identity secret, as if he had gotten into such trouble that he had to live out the rest of his life in anonymity.
Claire knew that the novel would not be buried, after all, 'Clark' is Carl.Al, no one knows how much fortune this gentleman can invest in his interests.
Anyway, as soon as he came up with his ideas, his reputation of being able to do things very well no matter how whimsical he was, has already spread. What is more famous than his willfulness and weirdness is his golden dimmer that everyone flocks to. hand.
"Maybe Al just has a talent that we don't understand, and can do things we can't imagine." Someone said so.
But even though he was mentally prepared, Claire was still frightened by Mr. Al's decisiveness.
After all, this novel... It can be said that the content in it is not the same as what the government discloses. If the facts are really like what is written in the novel, then many seemingly glamorous congressmen and high-level officials, They were all behind the scenes of the Mystique assassination incident.
But who can remember those historical truths so clearly and logically?
It is even clearer and clearer than the published news, as if the author himself witnessed everything at the beginning, and even participated in it personally.
The narration of that story is so smooth and understated, like an old man with gray hair telling the past, there is no sense of gain and loss and victory or defeat in his tone.
Unable to think about it any longer, Claire shivered violently in the crowd.
Let's talk about the shopping in the supermarket later, now she has to go home immediately, turn on the computer, and think about how to talk to the author of the novel... She has always been in charge of this job, and both 'Clark' and 'Princess' have given clear instructions.
And just as Claire hurried up the stairs, Superman landed in Xavier Academy.
It seemed that no matter how much time passed, he was always the same: strong, beautiful, stable and gentle.
The sunshine in New York is not as ostentatious and brilliant as in the metropolis, but softer and more sentimental.
Superman's smile seemed to be infected by such sentimentality.
The landing point he chose was at the rear of the school, which was an inaccessible place, with lush weeds all over the water stream, and the highest tip of the grass could reach Superman's calf.
Unknown small flowers were scattered around the grass, hiding their figures shyly and timidly.
Katharina was kneeling and sitting in the grass, bent over, staring at the front of her with all her attention.
At the end of her line of sight, a beetle the size of a little fingernail was lying on the leaf, quietly and quickly nibbling at the young leaf.
Superman walked in her direction, probably because he was too confident in his abilities, Katharina didn't give any response.She stared intently at the little beetle, her breathing was inaudible, for fear of disturbing it.
"Do you like insects, Katharina?"
Superman's voice has been lowered very softly. Based on the experience he has gained in so many years of rescue operations, he swears that the speaking voice he just used is definitely the softest one, and the one that will least make the other party feel frightened and nervous, Coca Serena still gave a great response.
She jumped up from the grass almost abruptly, and that movement reminds people of a cat jumping three feet high after being frightened.Even the reaction when she was scared was exactly the same: Katharina stared at Superman with wide-eyed eyes.
"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." Superman said helplessly, "If you don't like it, I can stay away from you."
Sure enough, he walked a few steps away, stopped about five meters away from Katharina, and sat cross-legged on the ground.
Katharina looked at him vigilantly, and after three or four minutes passed, her tense expression slowly relaxed a little.
She turned her head to look for the beetle, which was not disturbed by Katharina's movement, and stayed in place, biting the blade of grass with a speed that was considered swift compared to its size.
As if relieved, Katharina's expression calmed down.She returned to the sitting position before being startled by Superman, staring silently at the beetle, watching it gnaw off the most tender part of a blade, spread its thin wings and leave the grass, and then wobbled to a stop in the distance. On a tall blade of grass, he began to comb his limbs and feet comfortably.
Just when Superman thought this was all there was, a bird's beak reached out silently, quickly took the little beetle into its mouth, and then fluttered its wings and flew away.
Katharina raised her head and watched until the bird disappeared into the forest, then stood up again, bent over and began to look for a new toy on the grass.
She was careful not to approach Superman.
But she didn't stay away from him, but walked around him with him as the midpoint of the circle.
"You don't hate me," said Superman.
"Yeah." Katharina replied, "I don't hate you."
"Then why don't you want to communicate with me?"
"Because what you say is always too right." She said in a low voice, "It doesn't make sense to be too right. At least not to me."
"I'm very sorry."
"It's not your fault." Katharina replied quickly, obviously these answers had been brewing in her heart for a long time, "It's my fault."
"We can always figure it out," said Superman.
"But I don't want a solution, Superman, I just want to be left alone," Katharina said. "Whatever your plans are, I'm the one who makes the change—and I don't want to change."
Good title for him from Diana, Carl thought.
"You're not a mistake and don't need to be corrected," Superman persuaded, "Just... come with me, Katharina."
"Where to go?"
"Go and see this universe."