Chapter 9

An Li comforted herself. Fortunately, her phone and wallet were still with her. She didn't lose her ID either.

So what if she lost it? It was just a change of clothes, and …

And …

And …

An Li stood up abruptly.

Damn it, she put the pen and sketch in her luggage!

Because of the bus incident, An Li didn't want to repeat the mistake of letting the monsters escape from the paper. So she stuffed the pen and paper into the bottom of the suitcase and pressed on layers of clothes to prevent any accidents.

She didn't need the paper, but this trip was for the pen. What was the point of coming without the pen?

Once she was discovered, her whereabouts would be exposed.

What a damn coincidence. There were so many suitcases in the world, but they just had to be the same color when riding in the same taxi.

An Li didn't notice anything wrong on the way. Now that she looked carefully, although they were all black suitcases of similar size, they weren't hers at all.

"…"

Then, the question was, how could she contact the guy called Deadpool?

An Li fell into silence again.

She sat on the floor and picked up her phone to call the driver.

Fortunately, she had his contact, or she would have to find a new driver.

The call was quickly connected. "Hello?"

"Hello, do you still remember me?"

"It's you. What's the matter?" The driver on the other side of the phone laughed heartily.

"It's like this. Mr. Deadpool and I got the wrong suitcase.

Do you have his contact? "

"Oh my god, what a pity. I'm sorry I don't have his contact.

Is there anything I can do for you, ma 'am? "

An Li sighed.

She leaned against the wall, too lazy to care about the dust on the wall on her yellow and white striped shirt. Even her words were a little weak.

"Then I'll have to trouble you to give me a ride again."

*

At this moment, the culprit, Deadpool, was about to go on the carnival of his life.

He swaggered into the school. This time, he prepared hundreds of bullets. He was determined to go to the mutated human school and kill their history teacher, Logan.

The moment Deadpool stepped into the school gate, someone felt his movements.

"That psycho is here again!"

"It's him!

That man! "

"Hurry up and tell the teacher!"

Quicksilver was sitting in the dining room, eating the latest Big Mac. After hearing the news, he played the role of a frontline runner. He held an iced Coke in one hand and an oversized burger with three fried meat patties in the other. He was eating while informing everyone.

Unfortunately, Deadpool didn't know that his target, Wolverine, wasn't in school.

Quicksilver knocked on the door symbolically and walked in. The teachers were gathered together and chatting. Hank the Beast was wearing glasses. His huge body and scholarly temperament did not seem out of place.

He had been trying not to lose his temper of late, though the students were very naughty.

Hank sat on a chair, holding a pen and smiling at Quicksilver.

"Pietro, what happened?"

"That person is here!"

"That person?"

Quicksilver choked on a mouthful of hamburger. He hurriedly took a sip of iced Coke. With his mouth full of food, he mumbled, "That masked man."

"Crack!" The pen was crushed in an instant.

The rest of the teachers looked at each other and suddenly became serious.

Those who had weapons put them on, and those who didn't were ready.

The last time Deadpool almost burned down the school, they had to rebuild it for the umpteenth time. The students had to camp for a while to feed the mosquitoes.

"Where is he?"

As soon as the phoenix girl finished speaking, someone standing downstairs said in a drawn-out voice, "Hey — did anyone miss me?

Especially my dear puppy. Come out and let daddy kiss you ~ Little Logan ~ Puppy (puppy) ~ "

There was a dead silence.

After about ten seconds, a group of people came out of the gate.

They stood on the marble steps and looked down at Deadpool, who was sitting by the fountain. Deadpool crossed his legs, one hand on his suitcase, and snapped his fingers.

"Why don't I see the puppy?

Where did he go?

Did he go to hell for a vacation? "

The day before yesterday, Professor X, Charles, and Wolverine went out for business, leaving the teachers to continue with their normal teaching.

The past few days had been calm, and even the clouds in the sky were too lazy to drift. The teachers were relieved and secretly thought that there wouldn't be any sudden changes this time.

… This was great.

"Logan isn't here. You can go back."

"WTF?" He was immediately unhappy. "I rushed for more than a hundred kilometers and my pants are worn out."

With that, Deadpool spread his legs to show his underwear, and the women present covered their eyes.

"Then what do you want to do?" Laser asked with a frown.

"Call him back. Now, I want to duel with him.

It's time to show you my latest weapon. "

Deadpool squatted on the ground excitedly, laid the suitcase flat, and unzipped it.

Before he could react, a pile of clothes scattered outside, including women's underwear with lace edges, a few floral skirts, sanitary pads, and skincare products.

Deadpool: "…"

The rest of the people: "… pervert!"

Deadpool was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly reacted and covered his face. "Damn it!

I didn't bring a weapon! "

He was unwilling to give up, and a pair of black stockings fell out of the full suitcase. This strange scene made the teachers and students of the Mutant Academy imagine what he would look like when he put it on, and they all retched in unison.

It was really, too, painful to the eyes.

"…"

"I really didn't expect you to be a transvestite."

"Oh my god, did he steal the stockings I lost?"

The mutant people's eyes became even more strange.

Deadpool realized that he was misunderstood and raised his hand. "I think I can explain."

"No need to explain, you pervert!"

"Get him out of here!"

"…" It seemed that he couldn't explain.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave right away."

Deadpool was very disappointed that Wolverine was as timid as a mouse and didn't dare to face the battle between men. He looked up, not knowing what he was looking at, and shrugged at something in the air. "This is the end of the Age of Heroes, and they actually scolded a great person like me."

Not only did Deadpool not put the clothes in, but he even curiously continued to rummage through the things in the suitcase.

At the bottom was a folder with a pen and paper. Deadpool took it out and saw a pen, a few abstract stick figures, and a picture of the Iron Man.

"Tsk tsk, I can't believe there are still people in this era who like the Iron Man."

Deadpool casually stuffed the picture back.

He squatted on the ground and flipped through the drawings with interest. Without exception, all of them had no eyes.

Deadpool appreciated these drawings very much, although they were still ten thousand Picassos compared to him.

He thought for a moment, picked up the pen, and dotted the eyes on each drawing. He also drew little flowers for them.

"Very perfect … Oh, oh, oh!"

Several drawings floated uncontrollably into the air, and the people who were dispersing noticed that something was wrong and turned around.

In their shocked gazes, four monsters jumped out of the white paper. Some were behemoths about the height of two buildings, and some were only the size of an ordinary person.

Their characteristics were very similar, which was that they were all white lines, abstract and childish. Their eyes, noses, and mouths were crooked and ugly. They also had ugly little flowers.

"Wade!

What are you doing! "

Accompanied by Hank's roar, one of the animals that looked like a dragon flew into the air, opened its mouth, and with a whoosh, a purple-red flame surged out. In an instant, a large area of the forest was turned into a sea of fire.

"Ahhh!" The students screamed in horror.

Unlike before, the monsters had scarlet eyes, as red as blood, and their hostility was so full that it was about to burst out. They were like demons that crawled out of hell. Deadpool exclaimed. Before he could figure out what was going on, the four monsters found his trail and rushed up with a roar!

"Wait!

Let's figure out the rules of the game first!

Damn it, why are you only chasing after me? "

Deadpool quickly shuttled through the campus, holding two swords in his hands. He was excited because of the battle.

One slash, one slash, the movements were clean and precise, cutting off … some lines.

The mutated humans in the school were still nervous at first, but when they found out that the monsters were only chasing Deadpool, they were no longer worried.

If Deadpool hadn't lured the monsters in the direction of the teaching building, they might have had time to eat a few cupcakes.

The consecutive attacks of the monsters overwhelmed Deadpool.

He stepped on the head of a monster and slashed down. The sword was stuck in the monster's head and couldn't be pulled out.

Deadpool: "Ahhhh."

Although they couldn't do anything to him even if he died ten thousand times, Deadpool considered that he was only wearing a new set of clothes. If he ruined it, he would have to run naked or wear women's clothes back home.

But if that happened, he really wouldn't be able to clear his name.

He quickly ran toward the teaching building. At this time, a few people rushed up.

"Dodge to the right!" Laser Eyes roared.

Deadpool stepped on the ground and jumped to the right. The scorching light on his back almost burned his back.

The huge monster let out a wail, and black ink flowed out from its scarlet eyes that had been stabbed.

It howled in pain. In the next second, its struggling body was suddenly torn into two halves, and black liquid splashed everywhere.

"Damn it, we have to paint the walls again." Phoenix said expressionlessly.

The monster's death angered the remaining companions. They roared and rushed forward. Quicksilver finished his burger, quickly put on his goggles, and tied the big guys together with ropes.

He wiped the ink on his palms in disgust. He didn't know how many times he had to use hand sanitizer to wash away this disgusting thing.

In a place where mutated humans gathered, the monsters were simply sandbags. In a short while, only black ink was left on the ground.

Even the walls, bushes, sculptures, and so on were covered in spots and burn marks.

With the help of Lady Stormsword, the ground started to rain to wash away these damned things.

Deadpool was restrained and tied up. Along with the things in the box, he was packed into the practice room.

The teachers waved expressionlessly: "Children, it's practice time. It's rare to have a live target. Come and test your learning level."

Deadpool: "They are all pure children. They won't … Hey!

Who hit me just now?

I'm going to stab you into a lotus root! "

…

An Li, who took a taxi to school, couldn't get out.

The heavy rain from the sky pattered on the ground. She sat in the car and looked at the sky strangely: "It shouldn't rain today."

Could it be — —

"I happen to have an umbrella here. Do you need it?

Or should I drive the car in? "

"Thank you."

An Li took the umbrella. "You should go back. It's easy to get lost here. It's better to go back early."

"Miss, have you been to this school before?" The driver couldn't hold back his curiosity.

"Sort of." An Li gave a vague answer.

Her sneakers stepped on the ground and slightly sank into the muddy sand.

The rain didn't stop for long. It seemed to have only been a few minutes ago.

The sky was already dark, and the little light was gradually swallowed up. An Li watched the driver leave and walked into the school with the umbrella alone.

Her shoes stepped on the bricks and were covered by the sound of the rain.

The sound of raindrops falling on the leaves was as noisy as An Li's mood.

From the first step into the school, An Li couldn't help but hold the umbrella tightly.

She suddenly began to regret her rash entrance.

What if Deadpool had already left?

"…"

Suddenly, An Li stopped in her tracks.

There were spots of black ink on the grayish-black ground that were gradually being washed clean by the rain.

There were also black marks left on the brick-red walls, as if a fierce battle had just happened here.

An Li blinked and suddenly squatted down to pick up a blue handkerchief.

It was probably left on the ground when she was cleaning up. An Li recognized it at a glance.

She suddenly had a bad feeling when she connected all of this.

An Li silently stepped back, pretending that nothing had happened, trying to hide her figure in the dark night.

There were already a few people standing by the handrail on the balcony on the second floor.

They looked at An Li in silence. No one said anything. It was Hank the Beast who spoke first. "An Li?"

"It's not me!" She subconsciously covered her face with the umbrella.

Everyone: "…"

Suddenly, a figure appeared beside her.

He was dressed like a punk. His fluffy silver hair was wet, and the goggles on his head never left his body.

He grinned, but his eyes were fixed on An Li. "Go in."

…

The case of the mysterious person who could draw abstract paintings was finally solved. The culprit was actually Deadpool. The news immediately spread.

Everyone said that they should have thought of him earlier. Deadpool's painting skills were obvious to all. He had once been chased out of the sea by Deadpool because he had drawn a spoof portrait of the Sea King.

It could be said that he was notorious and had outstanding achievements.

An Li saw Deadpool's miserable state from afar. She listened to everyone's description of Deadpool's despicable behavior of releasing the monster. She silently brushed her hair to cover her face, turned her back to Deadpool, and pretended that nothing had happened.

"By the way, did you say that you lost something?"

An Li's expression was serious, and her answer was sonorous.

"No!

It's not me!