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The day after the "Battle of New York" and the "Death of Superman," the two instructors and thirty-two classmates from Leo's class all returned to their school in a bus transferred from Washington. At noon, when the bus arrived at the school gate, it was already full of waiting parents. Many students walked out of the bus and were immediately reunited with their families, the scene a mixture of tears and joy.
The number of people who had died in the Battle of New York had reached tens of thousands, and countless more had disappeared. It was a miracle that the classmates, who had been on the edge of the central battle, had all returned unharmed. Many local reporters had already rushed to the school to interview them, but fortunately, they were intercepted by school personnel.
"Thank you for your hard work, Instructor Harrington, Instructor Beck," the principal said, warmly greeting the two instructors.
"It was nothing. This is my duty as an instructor!" Instructor Harrington laughed heartily, his brilliant and stalwart image earning him a round of applause from the teachers and parents.
Leo and Nami looked at each other and couldn't help but smile, secretly remembering his cries of fear in the mall.
The assistant instructor, Quentin Beck, was in a trance, and went into the school building alone.
"Classmates, you are frightened," the principal announced loudly. "Now you can go home with your family, and come back to class after a day of rest."
The parents and students separated. Leo and Nami also parted ways, as they had seen their own families. Nami waved and walked towards a police car parked not far from the road, while Leo carried Nami's backpack towards a street sign on the opposite side, where a black-haired woman was leaning and waiting in the most conspicuous place.
"Auntie!" he said, coming to her. He saw the worried look on her face and wanted to say a lot.
Diana obviously knew what he was thinking. She first put her hand on his head. "You did a good job," she said, and then, gently holding his palm, she said softly, "Let's go home first."
"Meow!" At the same time, a little orange beast figured his head out of the pocket of her trench coat.
Leo smiled. He fiddled with Ginger's soft jaw with his fingers, took her out and put her in his arms, and nodded. "Okay, let's go home together."
In the main hall of their apartment, Leo was sitting on the sofa with his aunt, the Guardian Silver Bracelets they wore forming a matching pair. He was holding Ginger, the Flerken cub, in his arms, his head resting on the back of the sofa, and his other arm was around Diana's thin, perfectly proportioned waist.
He told her everything that had happened in the Battle of New York, and she told him what she had encountered in Gotham City. It seemed like just an ordinary and harmonious family communication, but every sentence was the core message of the two major events.
"Superman was questioned by the citizens of the metropolis to such an extent… Batman and Superman fighting… the ultimate monster from the Krypton product, 'Doomsday'…"
When he heard his aunt's account, he suddenly remembered a sentence from his previous life: Those who hold the fire for the masses, do not let them freeze to death in the wind and snow.
Was Superman really killed by the Doomsday monster? Maybe. But for him, the doubts and slanders of humanity were definitely sharper and more painful than the sharp claws that had run through his chest.
Diana was also amazed when she heard about his New York trip. Compared with her, who had only participated in the war in Gotham City halfway through, he had directly reversed the situation of the Battle of New-York.
"The girl in the neighborhood next door, Nami Stacy, has a mutant super spider ability, and a girl with a magnetic ability, Lorna…" Diana's beautiful eyes were shining. She always thought about questions from his perspective. Even if she wasn't around, someone could make sure to give him a BUFF.
"Then what do you want to do with the two things you got?" she asked, looking at him curiously.
"Simple," he said, and picked up Nami's backpack from the side sofa, unzipped it, and took out a set of black and white female spider uniforms.
Wrong one…
Under Diana's calm gaze, the corners of his mouth twitched. He quickly put Nami's uniform back, and took out the metal sphere and metal cube hidden inside.
The gem scepter and the Tesseract.
"Ginger, help me eat something," he said, and squeezed the mouth of the orange kitten in his arms. Ginger, who was dozing comfortably, compliantly opened her mouth.
It was just a small mouth, not even half a fist, but he easily stuffed the metal ball and the Tesseract into it, into the miniature universe of the Flerken.
He blinked. "That's it."
It was the safest vault on earth.
"Auntie, I have one thing I want to discuss with you," he said, hesitating.
But she seemed to know what was on his mind and smiled slightly. "You want to help that girl named Wanda, right?"
"Yes," he said bluntly. "She just lost her parents, and her brother was taken away again. I'm worried about her staying in New York alone."
"It's actually very simple," she said, pondering a little. "I can arrange for her to transfer to a private school here, so that she can live nearby, and I will bear the cost of her living."
"Auntie," he asked with some curiosity, "how much money does our family have?"
In his impression, before he knew her demigod status, his family was at a moderately well-off level. There were no luxury items at home, but they never lacked for anything.
She tilted her head and thought. "I haven't checked carefully. I've bought a lot of antiques before. My wealth should be around one billion US dollars."
"How much… one billion? US dollars?" his eyes widened. This was not millions, but hundreds of millions.
"It's nothing," she said. "I've been working for eighty years. At first, I repaired cultural relics in the Louvre. Later, after World War II, I invested in some finances. And due to my identity, I've worked in archeology, computers, and law."
For her, money was just a string of numbers. Work was just a way to integrate into the human world.
Listen to this Versailles-level talk, he thought. He looked at the perfect and stunning aunt nearby, and couldn't help saying, "Rich woman, I don't want to work hard anymore."