Chapter 18

"What should you do when you have a special ability that you can't control?

The most important thing is to ask for help, don't try it.

… "

An Li yawned on the sofa. Her eyelids were half-closed, and she was sleepy.

Her eyes narrowed into a line as she tried to focus, but she soon failed.

On the TV screen, Captain America had a smile on his face. He was explaining how the mutants with new abilities should deal with the upcoming difficult accidents that were about to happen.

His voice was low and gentle, and he spoke at a moderate speed, which made people feel relaxed.

An Li had already planned to record his voice as an ASMR before bed so that she could listen to it over and over again when she couldn't sleep.

Because of the accident where she almost lost the Tesseract some time ago, An Li was designated as the number one surveillance target. Within a few days, Batman threw her a CD with the "Mutant User Manual" engraved on it.

An Li was asked to watch the movie at least three times and to hand over a film viewing pen for her to take notes.

Captain America's voice was too gentle. Gradually, with the soft wind blowing through the window, An Li gradually fell asleep.

The little ones who had been revived led the little ones who were acting like tyrants in the house. They hugged their muscular shoulders and scolded them one by one. When they saw that An Li had fallen asleep, they lowered their scolding voices and jumped up to reduce the volume of the remote control.

An Li was in a daze.

In her dream, she sat by the window. The blue-gray curtains swayed back and forth in the wind. The air that was exposed to the sun had the smell of sunshine.

An Li held her chin and narrowed her eyes in a daze. It seemed that someone was sitting opposite her. She couldn't see clearly, but she vaguely remembered that it should be a very good-looking man.

An Li looked up at him. Her vision was blurry. She opened her mouth. "Beep beep beep beep."

An Li:????

She didn't believe it and continued, "Beep beep beep beep beep!"

"…"

The sudden beep beep beep beep beep beep woke An Li up. She sat up straight with lingering fear. The figurines were already running towards her with their phones in their hands.

There was nothing much going on recently, and Lyon's side had also stopped for the time being.

An Li was happy and at ease. She thought it was Lyon calling to urge her again.

She yawned and picked up the phone in a daze. "Hello, I don't feel like going to the audition today …"

"Then why don't you try me?"

An Li, "???"

When she heard the voice on the other end of the line, she picked up the phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

The voice sounded familiar, but An Li couldn't recall who it was.

`You mustn't forget me, my old friend.

My face is as bumpy as the surface of the moon, and I still need you to save it. "

"…"

An Li didn't understand his words at all, but it was enough for her to recognize who he was.

An Li thought that she had blocked the other party's contact information. Adults knew how to deal with this kind of action, but Deadpool didn't understand.

"I told you, I can't draw your face well."

"I believe in you, just like I believe in" Deadpool 3 "."

Anlee was still in a daze.

An Li hung up the phone so that Deadpool could give up completely.

She walked to the window, and the afternoon sun was shining outside. The residents of the community —

"Wah!" An Li was so scared that she took a few steps back.

A red head suddenly popped out and stuck close to the glass.

He waved his hand and held the phone in one hand. "Hi."

"Not at all."

"How about letting me in?"

"Can I refuse?"

"Sweetheart, you can try the sour feeling of having your door broken by everyone."

"Get out."

…

Ten minutes later, Deadpool was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed leisurely.

He grabbed several little people and rubbed them. His movements were extremely rough. Seeing that the little people were about to cry, An Li, who came out of the bedroom, quickly let him go. The little people jumped to the ground and ran away.

An Li held the paintbrush and confirmed again. "You really won't regret it?

No matter what the result of the painting is, I won't be responsible. "

"I only know that people need to be brave enough to take risks."

"Okay, sign your name."

Deadpool signed his name quickly and almost drew a Q version of Deadpool. Fortunately, he remembered in time that he was being chased and stopped abruptly. He handed the pen to An Li.

An Li held the signed piece of paper. After about a few seconds, a photo appeared on the white paper.

It was Deadpool without a hood. His face was bumpy, as if there were reddish-brown age spots everywhere. His handsome face could still be vaguely seen.

If even plastic surgery couldn't be done, then it would be really miserable.

Anne suddenly understood why he was so insistent on needing her help.

She prepared a temporary seat, drawing board, and white paper.

Deadpool took out a pictorial and said, "This is my photo."

An Li said, "Isn't this Tom Cruise?"

"You're right."

"…"

Ten minutes later.

An Li clamped Deadpool's portrait with the drawing board. Deadpool, who had been hammered a few times, sat on the sofa and had a rare moment of silence.

An Li held the pen and began to recall the sketch tutorial she had seen. She slowly outlined the outline, eyebrows, eye sockets, lips … Her expression was extremely serious. Her lips were tightly pursed. When her eyes were focused, there was a different kind of beauty.

At this moment, the expression of Leonardo da Vinci was just like this.

An Li took a long time to draw this picture. Deadpool had already used money to fold a lot of paper cranes and threw them on the sofa. He was bored and sang for a while.

In order to prevent An Li from being disturbed, he sang silently and expressed his mood with exaggerated mouth movements.

An Li saw that he was singing and couldn't help but smile.

— — The above was Deadpool's self-satisfaction.

In fact, his face was covered and she couldn't see what he was doing.

An Li thought that he was in a daze.

Finally, the sky gradually darkened. When it was almost impossible to see clearly, An Li wiped the sweat on her forehead, stretched her muscles and bones, and finally let out a long breath.

"This is the painting that I have put the most effort into." The difficulty of drawing on a photo was simply increased exponentially.

"I'm a little excited and a little nervous." Deadpool touched his face through the cloth. It seemed that he could no longer feel the rough and uneven feeling.

"Stand in front of the mirror and take off your mask."

It was time to witness a miracle!

An Li followed Deadpool to the bathroom and turned on the light. The two of them stared at Deadpool in the mirror. For a moment, the atmosphere was tense and their hearts beat faster.

An Li held her breath and waited. Deadpool took a deep breath and suddenly took off his mask!

"…"

"…"

The man in front of her had a lot of crooked black lines on his face. It was a relatively finished sketch.

It was like a third-grade child's masterpiece, which could be rated as the best masterpiece in the class, was being presented on his face in a strange way.

Deadpool stared at his face that was ten thousand times more ridiculous than before. For a moment, he didn't know where to start.

With this comparison, he suddenly felt that he had an angel's face before.

An Li: "It's not bad, right?" She was proud of her improving drawing skills.

Deadpool: "Dear, you may have misunderstood yourself."

An Li: "…"

That night, Deadpool walked with his face that was as bumpy as the surface of the moon.

He sang happily and even went to the mercenary bar to open a few bottles of wine to celebrate that he didn't have an ugly face full of black lines.

Sure enough, he was happier after the comparison.

An Li said that she would never draw Deadpool's face again.