CHAPTER 75
"Hai Mei …" Her soft voice trailed off.
Unlike his usual rapid-fire talking speed, Bart stuck his whole body to Haimei's back.
He asked the older boys to carry him upstairs.
Seeing Young Hero Hu and the others' mocking gazes, Hai Mei helplessly stretched out her hand to pull away the lightning boy who stuck to her body. "Hey! You better restrain yourself! I've never heard of alcohol having any effect on your Lightning Family! "Not to mention liqueur chocolate.
Bart closed his eyes without a care.
He clamped Hai Mei's waist with his legs and pretended to be asleep while snoring. "Snore … Hai Mei …"
Helpless, Hai Mei could only admit that she was unlucky.
He bent down and carried the lightning brat on his back upstairs, leaving behind a group of people snickering behind him.
"I say, you're deliberately tormenting me, right? Even if you're drunk, you should have a bottom line when lying … "Hai Mei complained as she climbed the stairs. She didn't notice the expression on her face at all.
In fact, it was closer to doting. As for Bart, who was being ridiculed,
She rested her head on Hai Mei's shoulder and snickered.
Both of them had their own rooms, but Bart, who was pretending to be drunk, refused to say the spell to open the door.
Hai Mei had no choice but to carry Bart into her room.
Then he put the boy on his bed.
Bart sniffed and turned over.
She burrowed into the blanket. Feeling both angry and amused, Hai Mei bent down and pulled out the blanket from under Bart's body and covered him with it. Then, she mischievously pinched Bart's nose to stop him from breathing.
He watched as the person who was pretending to be asleep gradually turned red, but still refused to open his eyes.
The kind Blue Beetle almost let go of his hand.
However, Bart suddenly sneezed, and then turned over as if he had unintentionally turned his face away.
Hai Mei was stunned as she looked at the snot on her hand. She felt that the skin of the Lightning Clan was really thick — otherwise, wouldn't it have burned up while running at full speed?
Helplessly, Hai Mei could only frown and take a shower. When she came out with steam all over her body, she planned to try again to coax Bart back to her room. However, she saw that the person on the bed was sleeping soundly, and his clothes and pants were on the floor.
This child … was really willful. Hai Mei touched her nose and thought for a while. She thought to herself, "We're all guys, and we're good friends. It's not a big deal to sleep together for a night... right?" Before he could figure out the question mark, Hai Mei was already lying flat next to Bart. She tilted her head and looked at Bart, who was sleeping with snot bubbles coming out of his nose. He was quite well-behaved. She then looked down at herself in her pajamas. Well, she was also quite well-behaved. She turned off the light and went to sleep. Haimei snuck under the blanket and threw away all the distracting thoughts that were as fluffy as feathers. About half an hour later, she fell asleep too.
Hearing Hai Mei's breathing gradually calm down, Bart, who was sleeping with his face facing the wall, quietly opened his eyes in the darkness. At the same time, he slowly turned over, and the two slept face to face.
Hai Mei, who was quite mature during the day, looked a little silly in her sleep. Bart suddenly had such a thought, and he snickered. He then closed his eyes and slowly stuffed himself into Hai Mei's arms. The height difference made this matter harmonious and appropriate. Hai Mei did not resist at all. She even unconsciously rested her chin on top of Bart's head and gently rubbed against it.
Bart, who was blushing, closed his eyes tightly. After his heart beat a little slower, he gently put his hand on Hai Mei's waist. The loose pajamas and the blanket rubbed against each other, revealing a part of her skin inappropriately. Bart just happened to touch her waist. He was so nervous that he did not dare to move. But … he blushed a little. Hai Mei... seemed to be quite nice to touch...
No! Bart! You're still a child!!! As if he heard the other three Flash roaring at him, Bart stopped his imagination from running to the Pacific Ocean and continued with his plan. He continued to put his hand into Hai Mei's pajamas, all the way up along her waistline, passing through the teenager's smooth waistline, her broad back, and …
Bart bit his lower lip. After a very short pause, he still reached out to touch the metal beetle embedded deep in Hai Mei's back, the Sacred Beetle Kajira. The cold texture of the metal beetle made Bart instantly feel a chill in his heart. He almost remembered some things that he should have forgotten. However, before he could proceed to the next step, Blue Beetle, who was gently hugging him, suddenly stopped moving and reached out to push Bart away.
"Hai Mei..." Bart, who was still troubled by his memories, did not resist. Instead, he softly called out Blue Beetle's name.
But Blue Beetle did not hear his voice. Instead, he instantly reached out and grabbed Bart's neck, pushing him against the wall. Bart, who was half stunned and half shocked, knelt on the bed. Blue Beetle, who did not choke Bart, had already transformed his hand into a neutron cannon, pointing it straight at Bart.
That day … he was also like this …
Bart bluntly remembered the wasteland, the cave, and the black falling snow, those days when he was chased by the killers in the metal mecha.
He knew that it was Blue Beetle, the Blue Beetle that would appear decades later. He knew this from the first day he met Hai Mei Reyes, but Mrs. Lovegood had warned him not to say anything about the future. Otherwise, there would be a paradox in time! So, Bart could only follow Hai Mei closely and monitor him, always ready for Blue Beetle's betrayal. But, but … Hai Mei was not the Blue Beetle that would chase after him!
The sixteen or seventeen-year-old Jaime would only be amused by Bart's endless jokes. She would only rack her brains to chase after Bart to clean up the mess after his pranks. She would only complain again and again that Bart ate all her snacks while replenishing her inventory. She would only secretly train because of her reserve position in the team … This was the young Jaime Reyes, not the executioner who served the apocalypse. Bart kept realizing this, and then he felt uneasy about his initial thoughts.
What I need to do is not to guard against Blue Beetle's dark transformation, but to stop Hai Mei's dark transformation. Bart secretly made up his mind. If he treated Hai Mei well, he would definitely not become the killer in the snowy night!
"Hai Mei …" Bart shouted again, but the expressionless Hai Mei just indifferently adjusted the neutron cannon to the highest level.
(Kill him.)
(Kill this person.)
(Kill … who?)
(Kill Bart Allen. He is the one who blocked your way.)
(Kill … Bart?)
Blue Beetle's lethal weapon did not fire, and Bart, who quickly calmed down, also noticed Hai Mei's abnormality. The person in front of him was expressionless, but there seemed to be confusion in his sluggish eyes. "Hai Mei? Hai Mei Reyes? Blue Beetle? "
The voice in Blue Beetle's mind became sharper and sharper: Kill him!
(Kill … Bart?)
Feeling the pressure on his throat gradually increasing, Bart's high-speed brain made a decision for him that would surprise himself. He reached out his hand to the cold and terrifying neutron cannon and blocked the muzzle with his palm.
"Hai … Hai Mei?"
As if this absurd scene had stimulated Blue Beetle, Hai Mei's body trembled, and the hand that was choking Bart's throat subconsciously loosened. She then stared at Bart in extreme shock for two seconds, and then fainted as if her computer had crashed. The neutron cannon in her right hand was also withdrawn.
Bart, who was still in shock, was still kneeling there in a daze. His face was full of shock. Hai Mei … has dual personality?
A line of demarcation from different perspectives
Snape tied Harry up with his soaked robe and carried the child all the way to his cellar. The latter only complained a little at first, but after that, he fell silent. It was not until Snape threw him on the carpet that he realized that the child had not become obedient. He had fallen asleep on Snape's shoulder.
Reaching out to touch the boy's cold face, Snape still remembered that it was February. Normal adults wouldn't feel good after soaking in the lake for a while, let alone a twelve-year-old child who had always been in poor health. Moreover, he had experienced it himself just now.
Snape quickly stripped Harry clean — which was easy. He also used a spell to clean up the boy who smelled like seaweed. He did not care whether the boy was comfortable or not. Wrapping the boy in a thick blanket and putting him on the sofa, Snape casually wiped the water off his hair and directly set up a crucible on the experiment table. It was a quick, disgusting, but effective magic potion. He then pinched the boy's chin and forced him to drink it.
"Cough, cough, cough …" Harry choked and woke up. In a daze, he still remembered to complain, "Professor, someone poisoned …"
Snape's mouth twitched ferociously. Why can't I poison you to death?
Harry, who was forced to drink the magic potion, quickly fell asleep again. Snape forced him to drink some water and let him go back to sleep. He went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, Harry's little face was red and steaming. He touched his forehead. It shouldn't be a fever, but he slept well.
The Potions Professor frowned. According to his usual style, the right thing to do now was to throw the little fool out. As for whether he went to the Medical Wing or back to the Union Building, it was not his business. But looking down at the sleeping boy who was almost peaceful, the Potions Professor's little remaining conscience woke up for a moment.
Damn Valentine's Day. Cursed Saint Valentine.
Cursing fate, Snape bent down and picked up Harry, who was wrapped up like a spring roll, and walked into the bedroom.
The next day, Harry woke up on a big bed with black curtains. What was more frightening was that he was still tied up in a blanket with a rope!
When Harry first woke up, he panicked and wanted to save himself, so he tried his best to move away from the terrible big bed. As a result, he turned over, and then two more times — "Plop!"
Snape pushed open the door and saw the Savior, Potter, lying on the edge of the bed, looking at him with tears in his eyes.
"Well … I guess the Savior, who excelled in Transfiguration, is practicing his Animagus? Let me guess, an animal with such a strange sleeping posture, could it be … a humpback whale? "
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