Homelander Is Coming, Fortunately I Am Doomsday Superman

Chapter 3 Dreams and Reality

It's true.

Under the special angle of view of the slightly protruding home camera, Yi Meng looked at the little pepper whose collar slipped a little.

It wasn't that he wanted to watch it on purpose. Except for a few blind spots, the camera basically recorded all the scenes in this room meticulously.

After the mother and daughter finished talking, they began to say good night to each other.

"Sleep well."

Little Pepper Pepper Potts covered her daughter Morgan with a quilt, got up and said to the air in the room: "Saturday, take care of Morgan and report to me in time."

"Yes, Miss Potts." Yi Meng responded fairly quickly, sending out a gentle and steady electronic sound that had already been fixed through the camera.

Pepper exited the room, and the bedroom lights were turned off intelligently, and the room returned to darkness and silence, leaving only a small non-glare intelligent desk lamp on the bedside table.

Yi Meng originally wanted to follow Pepper and transfer his consciousness to the living room outside.

But the moment Yi Meng left the wooden house, another cold mechanical female voice sent an instruction along the network in the living room outside: "Go back and watch the little master Morgan!"

She is……

Yi Meng seemed to realize something, and silently backed away without saying a word.

inside the room.

The blond loli closed her eyes, but her tiny eyelashes were fluttering, apparently not falling asleep peacefully.

It was silent for half a minute.

A gentle male voice sounded in the room again: "Morgan."

Little Loli didn't respond, as if she was asleep, but her eyelashes were still fluttering.

This little guy has quite a temper...

Yi Meng chuckled secretly, and continued: "Okay, I apologize for what happened just now, I was wrong."

this time. The blond-haired loli finally reacted, pulled the down quilt with her small hands, and said in a muffled voice covering half of her small face: "Saturday, you are right. People are dead when they die, and nothing will be left behind."

"I was really wrong."

Yi Meng said sincerely: "Even if a person dies, his soul still exists. It may follow the side of the one he loves, but the other person cannot see it with his naked eyes."

"Really? Didn't lie to the children?"

Little Morgan pulled down the quilt, revealing her blue jewel-like eyes.

"I really didn't lie to you."

If it was Yi Meng's own world, maybe people would really die after death, but the dream here is the world of Marvel.

The Marvel universe is truly "outer gods are as many as dogs, and strange things are everywhere".

In the mystery behind the scenes of this great world. People really have a body and a soul, and even if they die, they have a chance to be resurrected again!

With an unstoppable smile on Little Morgan's face, he asked happily, "So, Dad, he didn't leave us completely?"

"definitely. When you grow up, you can see him again."

Yi Meng responded firmly that he was not trying to appease little Lolita with empty words, but telling the facts that can happen in the current world.

Before Iron Man Tony Stark was alive, he once went back to the past through the quantum realm and saw his long-dead father!

"Then I have to grow up quickly..." Little Morgan whispered to himself with anticipation.

"Also, even if someone like your father dies, there are still too many things left in this world."

Yi Meng continued: "Tomorrow, I will take you out to have a look, and you will know."

"Ah, go outside the cabin?"

Little Morgan has slowly closed his eyes, and murmured softly: "Mom...don't let me go outside...it's dangerous..."

Yi Meng replied: "Don't worry, I'm still here."

Morgan Jr. did not respond.

She was already asleep, with a smile of anticipation and longing on her tired little face, and she exhaled evenly.

Yi Meng also wanted to sleep.

But the problem is, he is just dreaming now, and artificial intelligence doesn't need to sleep.

"I don't know how long I will stay in this dream."

Yi Meng thought to himself, the time in the dream is meaningless, maybe a few hours, maybe a few days, or even a week or two.

However, the actions of his own existence are not completely free.

Although he can 'walk' freely in the current wooden room, there is a subtle shackle that restricts him from going to other places.

Perhaps artificial intelligence doesn't think there is any problem with this feeling of being "restricted", but Yi Meng, who is a human being, feels displeased from the bottom of his heart.

"Let's learn more about the current state of the dream world."

No matter what, Yi Meng has to confirm whether his bold idea just now is feasible.

Is the Marvel world in this dream a real and complete structure?

This point is actually not difficult to confirm.

Although Yi Meng can't leave the current room, he can still do it using a search engine.

Just confirm whether there are other countries and cities outside the dream cabin room. And, whether there is a lot of knowledge and information on the Internet that he has never personally known, he can basically make a preliminary judgment.

Thinking of this, Yi Meng couldn't help but extend his consciousness to the laptop on the wooden table in the room.

go online!

...

"This classmate, Yi Meng classmate!"

A call with a reprimanding tone sounded in the classroom.

The silver-haired boy who was about eighteen years old fluttered his overly thick eyelashes, yawned and woke up from a dream, and his bangs were too long to cover his eyebrows.

In the hot summer now, I wear a pair of scrub gloves on my hands.

There is still a trace of waterline hanging from the corner of the boy's mouth, and the school uniform he is wearing is a bit messy, but his facial features are well-defined and handsome, like the rare silver hair with natural luster, and the natural fairness that makes girls envious. The sunshine and the smell of the grass are clean, and it is difficult to make other people feel disgusted by him in this era of looking at faces.

Yi Meng opened his sleepy eyes, shook his numb arms, and was still in the daze of waking up, when he heard the person beside him asking, "What did you dream about?"

"The Iron Man family." Yi Meng replied subconsciously.

"Iron Man, what's that?"

"Marvel, Iron Man, have you seen the movie... huh?"

Yi Meng muttered something, and gradually realized that something was wrong.

I was sitting on a single-back chair, and in front of me was a small white square desk with a stack of thick books and papers piled on it.

An open physics book was pressed by his hands and the profile of his face just now, and the paper was still damp.

Yi Meng raised his eyes belatedly.

What came into view was a classroom with a capacity of 50 people. Most of the surrounding students had an expression of 'I couldn't save you'. Standing next to him was a middle-aged man with the Mediterranean Sea on his head. The other party's anger was already written on his face. .

The calling and questioning just now were initiated by the other party.

"Sorry." Yi Meng immediately stood up from his seat, knowing that the place where he fell asleep was not suitable.

"Student Yi Meng, the federal college entrance examination is only a week away, and you went to dye your hair. Such an attitude...forget it."

The physics teacher shook his head and sighed, and gave up before he started persuading.

Yi Meng didn't take it seriously, because the college entrance examination was just a week away, so it was all the more important to take a good rest and face it with a relaxed attitude.

After three years of study in high school, there is still one week left, and I will know what I should know, and I won’t be able to do what I don’t know.

Even if you work hard, it's too late now.

Seeing that Yi Meng showed no signs of repentance, the physics teacher pointed at him and spit out, "Go up and solve the problem!"

"OK."

Yi Meng still gave the teacher a face, left his seat and walked to the smart blackboard platform.

Under the watchful eyes of fifty classmates watching the show, changing anyone would feel like a backstab, but Yi Meng seemed very casual and natural.

After all, as a time traveler, the mentality of entering the society is completely different from that of a student walking on thin ice.

Yi Meng picked up the smart pen from the podium.

Eight subjects in the college entrance examination.

Federal Physics is his weakest subject, and it is not bad if he can pass it on weekdays.

And one of the so-called truths of the world like physics, you can know at a glance whether you can solve it, whether you can, or you can’t, or you won’t.

Mathematics, chemistry, physics, etc., it is absolutely impossible to pretend to understand brother.

Yi Meng glanced at the questions on the smart blackboard. He could clearly understand every word, but he couldn't understand them together, especially with some strange mechanical compositions.

Well, not at all.

Yi Meng felt relieved, if this question was placed on the test paper, it would be the lowest scoring question, and no more than three people in the class could solve it.

It is estimated that the physics teacher was also dizzy, so he asked such a scumbag to do it.

Sincerely apologize.

Yi Meng didn't intend to waste time standing for a few seconds like others, and was about to abandon his pen and leave the podium, when he turned around, Setsuna suddenly stopped.

A familiar and subtle sense of static electricity came to mind like a flash of light.

(end of this chapter)