69novels Chapter 157
Chapter 157
The big explosion accompanied by fireworks lasted for more than ten minutes before stopping. If people were still afraid of thick smoke and loud noises in the first few minutes, then after more than ten minutes of dazzling fireworks show, These fears all turned into curiosity.
Professor X and members of the X-Men were all on the grass, and the teachers in the school were scattered everywhere. When the explosion started, the first reaction of these mutants, who had probably all experienced war, was to quickly form an encirclement to protect the young people. in the innermost.
But soon, they relaxed.
The speed of relaxation and composure was as fast as the speed at which they protected the little mutants. They did not hide this abnormal emotion. Therefore, the students who calmed down from the panic, those mutants who returned to their alma mater from the outside world, and how New invitees like Diana immediately understood that there was something else going on in the Big Bang.
"Please relax, please remain calm, please stand still and don't move around, to prevent being hit by stray bullets." A calm male voice rang out, calming everyone's emotions, "The school has not been attacked, and there is no Danger, this explosion was just, uh, an inappropriate joke from a guest."
"Don't worry, I know the bomb I made myself. Its detonation range is so wide that there will never be a so-called 'stray bullet' hitting any of you." Tony, who had disappeared just now, came out of nowhere. When he came out, he put his mobile phone to his lips, so everyone could hear his voice.
"I sincerely recommend that you consider it the best show of the night, after all, it's me, Tony Stark, who made the big bang. You know the last time I did this kind of non-technical stuff How long ago? Five years ago."
All the members attending the banquet looked at him.
His face was expressionless and he didn't say a word.
"What? You gave me such a reaction?" Tony looked a little unbelievable, "Where's the applause? Cheers? Nothing? Well, I may have met a bunch of weirdos who don't like fireworks at parties."
"You're the one who bombed other people's schools." Quicksilver blurted out, "You just bombed our school, man! Why didn't you bomb your own school?"
Tony fixed his eyes on this young boy with gray hair. He put the phone down from his lips, as if he was going to go over and have a good argument with him.
But he was stopped by Professor X.
"Tony, I think your actions tonight are not appropriate." Even at this moment, the professor smiled with a good temper, and his tone was unhurried, "You just blew up our teaching building and dormitory."
"I'll pay you to build a better one," Tony replied without thinking.
Professor X looked at him, as if he found it very interesting: "I heard a similar version of this not long ago. Tony, you and your father are really carved out of the same mold."
Tony glanced at his mouth, but rarely retorted.
"I don't mean to blame you, Tony. For some reason, I'm used to my school being blown up. It's fine that there are no casualties. As for the building, my students were able to rebuild it very quickly." said the professor, looking at Tony with his calm, gentle blue eyes, "but what you're trying to reconstruct may not be that simple."
"I don't 'build' anything, Professor, as you all know, I'm a scientist. I 'make' and 'change', and if something gets destroyed, I'll make a better one right away.”
"Young man." The professor smiled indulgently.
He manipulated the wheelchair and turned around, leaving Tony, who had a lot of talk but had nowhere to vent, to be stared at by a group of students with weird eyes.
The explosion was ended in a very understatement.
The lights on the grass came on, the music played, and people continued the banquet beside the ruins. The excitement of not long ago still remained in people's minds. Perhaps it was because of this that the atmosphere of the banquet was unexpectedly hot.
As the host, Professor X made it clear that he should treat the instigator lightly, and then others would follow suit no matter how unhappy they were, and to be honest, the students didn't dislike Tony very much.
Professor X and Xavier College protected them too well. This school is both a safe house and a prison cage, and these students, no matter from which point of view, have strength and are different.
They have not experienced too much discrimination and suppression of mutants by ordinary people, but they have only heard about this situation, or vaguely felt this kind of hostility and targeting in their lives, and they were not really hurt by those eyes and small movements.
They learn and grow at Xavier Academy, accepting, identifying and appreciating their identities as mutants.
Inevitably, these young people will look forward to revealing themselves to the outside world.
But still the same sentence, they are protected too well, their lives in the academy are stable and comfortable, that is the environment that the mutants who have experienced war and pain try their best to provide them, they feel that the school is perfect, and they would rather be in the school. I spent the rest of my life in this small cage.
What about the young people?They were expecting battle, blood and tears, and the honor that comes with sacrifice.
Like grown birds doomed to leave the nest—
"Hey," a young boy approached Tony under the gaze of his peers, "Hello."
"Hi kid." Tony took a sip from a wine glass absently, "God! Isn't there better wine here?"
Behind the trellis, Diana finds Carl and Lex.
They curled up in an imperceptible corner, hugging and kissing.
This kiss was extremely long and deep for both of them. They kept trying to get out of the kiss, and kept kissing together again after their lips and tongues separated because of the excessively close distance and the same heartbeat.
The intertwined breathing, the sticky sound of water, the fine syllables overflowing from the depths of the chest and throat.
The noise is as far away as a companion playing, someone is looking for them, they all know it, but it's too late to care about people other than each other.
Huge red flowers fell from their heads.
Their kisses were hidden behind the petals, and even their faces were hazy and half-hidden.
Diana glanced at them from a distance, turned her head away, and leaned on a long table to wait for them to finish.
She waited longer than she expected, and Carl and Lex came out holding hands.Both had flushed faces and moist lips, and Karl's hair was a little loose, especially on the forehead, but it wasn't obvious without looking closely.
"Look at this pair of lovebirds, the protagonists of the banquet are hiding and no one can find them." Diana said with a smile, causing Carl and Lex to look at her, "Just now Tony made a big explosion, you guys Hiding here... huh?"
"We didn't hide," Carl said.
He sucked the corner of his lips in a little embarrassment, and took Lex's hand and gently tugged it. Lex immediately understood what he meant, and walked to Carl's side to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
"Why don't you join them, Diana?" Lex asked, "I heard that you are about to join the wonderful family of Xavier College. Today's banquet should be the best time to get in touch with them and get to know each other."
"Yes, gentlemen. But I think it's more important to pay attention to you than to talk to them."
"What's the matter, sister Dale?" Carl asked immediately.
"It's nothing, boy, but I guess you've forgotten the few charities that have your name on it - it's nothing, whether you follow or not, they work well - I've had the pleasure of participating in some that belong to you but you never The banquet that was there. I'm just interested in people I should have known, but haven't been able to."
Diana smiled at Carl, her brow raised slightly.
This gesture was almost a bit ruffian, but the dignified and elegant part of her appearance neutralized this feeling, and instead made her expression show a kind of childlike frankness.
The occasional mischievousness of noble people, and the rare innocence of mature people, these temperaments are very different from their usual personalities, once they appear, they are quite terrible.
At least Carl and Lex were slightly taken aback by the heroine's actions.
Before they could react, Diana took a plate of bacon from the table and walked away leisurely.
Carl said with half envy and half yearning: "Sister Dale is really cool."
"But that's not your style, my honey." Lex said, scanning the tabletop, picking out the glass with soda from the assortment of glasses, and handing it to Carl.
Carl took a sip from his hand.
They were the protagonists of the banquet, but the most popular person on the scene was Tony. He was already surrounded by a group of curious young people. Under the gaze of these mutants, he proudly boasted and boasted of his achievements.
And his recent escape from terrorists in Afghanistan.
That is an adventure story worthy of all journalists.
Of course, this story belongs to Louise.Lane's scoop, she has first-hand accounts of preparations that began six months ago.
Louise created a long novel for the adventures of the three of them, and she tore up the details of the cause and effect, data analysis and military situation in Afghanistan and rubbed it into the story, what people want to see, riots, pain, the army, politics, thrills and The reality is dark and everything is available, and her report, no surprise, occupied the front page of the "Daily Planet" for a week.
The students of Xavier College also read the news article quoted and reproduced by multiple websites, and they were very curious about Tony himself and Tony's experience.
"You knew this was going to happen?" Lex asked, leaning against Carl.
He was talking about everything that had happened so far, the big bang, Tony stealing the limelight, maybe including being caught by Tony at this moment.Attracted by Stark's aura, the bright-eyed young man might make some plans.
Carl laughed, and he whispered in Lex's ear, "Isn't that just right? You know I don't like parties."
The laughter on the grass could not be heard in the ruins.
The closer you get to this place, the thinner and lonely the sound becomes, making you feel as if you are climbing a giant mountain far away from the world.
In this originally gorgeous building, the exquisite reliefs and lacquer colors have been destroyed, and what is shown is the true color of the stone and the broken wood grain.
The stumps of the furniture are still clear, some pens, ink and papers are scattered around the ruins. If you look carefully, you can find a torn corner of the pink skirt from the messy entanglement of fabrics
Stones, steel bars and tough wooden planks are randomly put together to construct a small safe space skillfully.
After a long while, this piece of gravel, which seemed to have absolutely no living people, was pushed away from below.
Sand and dust fell on Howard's face.
With a sip, he spat out the dirty things that fell into his mouth and near his lips.