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"Mike, here's a very special letter. You'd better take a look at it."
Another morning, Paige, who was helping Mike organize his personal locker, took out a special letter.
There was no text on the envelope, only a black silhouette printed on the seal.
MIB, short for Men in Black.
An armed organization that does not exist in the public eye and does not belong to any agency. Its main task is: to maintain world peace.
"Very interesting~" A smile appeared on Mike's face.
If an uninformed person saw such a letter, they would only think someone was playing a prank.
However, Mike, who knew that this world had supernatural powers and aliens, was not surprised by the appearance of the Men in Black.
After all, he had seen them once in a cinema in Texas.
It was just that receiving such an invitation still surprised Mike somewhat. You know, the Men in Black organization belongs to an elite team, and every agent is selected from within the military.
While ensuring the loyalty of the agents, it also ensures that they have certain combat capabilities.
Under these circumstances, Mike, who usually kept a low profile, really didn't know when he was targeted by the organization.
But this was also good.
Mike had investigated the whereabouts of the Men in Black organization before, but because they did things too cleanly, he hadn't found any clues.
Now, this could be considered them delivering themselves to his door.
Looking at the Men in Black organization address marked at the bottom of the document: 504 Battery Place, Triborough Bridge and Tunnel Authority, Manhattan.
Final signatory: Agent O.
Mike confirmed the date invited for the selection in the document again, which happened to be this weekend.
So Mike decided to postpone the vampire investigation trip and contact the Men in Black first.
On the other side, Mark also started his plan to transform his children.
He found his daughter writing a love letter alone in the lecture hall. But when he saw her stuffing revealing "artistic photos" into the pink envelope, he finally couldn't hold back.
"Hi, Maggie, you can't do this!" Mark stepped forward to stop her like an old father.
Speaking of Maggie O'Donnell, she was actually quite pretty, with smooth long brown hair, looking gentle and weak, with a scholarly air.
But such a beauty was deeply a severe "boy-crazy girl."
Commonly known as: late-stage appearance-obsessed person.
Maggie, who was immersed in her inner world at this time, was first startled by the voice in her ear.
Then, she hid the letter behind her back and stared angrily at the visitor: "Who are you? Why are you here? If you don't explain clearly, be careful I'll sue you for sexual harassment."
Unless there was a big class, usually no students would come to the lecture hall.
Looking at his daughter's vigilant appearance, Mark was a little relieved, but that look as if looking at a pervert gave Mark a headache.
"Um, I'm just a passerby." Mark explained guiltily, then started preaching: "It's wrong for you to do this. How can you send that kind of photo to a boy you don't know? As a girl, you must first learn self-respect and self-love..."
Unknowingly, Mark substituted himself into the role of an old father.
Little did he know that his current young appearance was not suitable for preaching at all.
"Enough! Why are you as long-winded as my old man? Besides, even my old man never said that about me." Maggie stopped the inexplicably familiar boy opposite and warned: "Don't talk to me in that tone, and don't let me see you again."
Mark's appearance and tone when preaching obviously evoked bad memories for the girl.
Therefore, after a warning, the girl left the lecture hall angrily.
Mark, who was despised behind, was frustrated at first. Then he enlightened himself: "At least there is a good start; we have already communicated."
After contacting his daughter, Mark began to look for his son on campus again.
After many inquiries, he finally found his son in a toilet cubicle.
At this time, Alex O'Donnell looked very embarrassed.
Mark persuaded: "You have to learn to be tough. And you can tell your parents, or ask teachers for help..."
"Are you done? If you're done, I'll go first." Facing Mark's concern, Alex just calmly tidied up his appearance at the sink.
"Hey, did you hear what I said?" Seeing his son's cowardly appearance, Mark was a little angry for a moment.
"What, do you want to vent your anger on me too?" Alex numbly offered his face and said: "Please~"
Family discord made Alex's personality cowardly while his heart was also a little twisted.
"Since you don't do it, then I'm leaving." Seeing Mark frozen in place, Alex turned and left the bathroom indifferently.
What a sin!!!
Contact with his children made Mark's mood even more complicated.
"Hi, Mark. You look like you're in a bad state. Is there anything bothering you?" In the corridor, Mike, in a good mood, saw the "lost soul" Mark.
Because there was a big fish hidden behind Mark waiting to be caught, Mike didn't mind having a better relationship with him.
"I'm fine~" Mark hadn't relaxed his vigilance against Mike.
But thinking of his son's troublesome matter, he decided to "ask for help" from Mike, a real young man: "I mean, if someone is suffering from school violence, how can I help them?"
"This kind of thing depends on many situations. If it is because of physical or psychological defects that lead to violence, then we should start with the defects, face the defects squarely, and change the defects..." Mike analyzed simply, then continued: "Of course, if you really want to help the other party, you can also put yourself in the same position as the other party and become 'friends' with the other party first..."
"In this way, at least when the other party is bullied or wants to resist, there is a companion."
The situation most likely encountered by the bullied person is isolation. If at this time, he has a "powerful" friend, then the matter of being bullied will naturally be solved.
"Good suggestion~" A look of understanding appeared on Mark's face.
Becoming "friends" with his son to help him, isn't that exactly what Mark wants to do?
Mike's words seemed to help him clarify his thoughts.
"Thank you for your suggestion; you are actually not bad." Mark, who untied the knot in his heart, changed his view of Mike somewhat.
Mike, who inexplicably received a "good person card" again, gave the other party a speechless look, letting the other party understand it himself.
"By the way, Mike. If you receive Maggie's love letter tomorrow, don't open it. There are some things inside that are not suitable for you to watch now." Before leaving, Mark remembered his daughter's outrageous operation again.
And after Mark left, Paige suddenly wondered: "Mike, why do I feel that person is a bit strange? His temperament doesn't seem like someone of this age."
Although his body became young, the inherent behavior patterns of a middle-aged person were difficult for Mark to correct for a while.
This was also the weirdness about him.
"Who cares? It has nothing to do with us anyway." Mike casually covered for the other party.
"That's true~" Paige nodded in agreement, then grabbed Mike and shouted: "Then let's go quickly too; class is about to start."
With the class bell ringing, students began another day of painful study time.
Of course, geniuses like Mike and Paige were different; class time for them was just changing a place to study.
Commonly known as: Self-study~
Obviously, the learning progress of the two had long far exceeded the content taught by the teacher in class.