I want to be the overlord when I transform into Marvel

As a person familiar with the plot, Maya knows that many people can travel through space. Marvel's mirror space was even more of a mess in the later stages. It seems that a mage can do this.

She just learned a sealing ninjutsu, and initially dabbled in the space field. She really couldn't imagine that she could attract the attention of a big boss. This is like a cute newbie publishing a new book that hits the market, but the super master comes to your book review

It's normal for the district to send out a building construction post.

How could she have imagined that her probing behavior was equivalent to running downstairs to the Great God every day and shouting, "If you ignore me, I will shout downstairs every day." How could Master Gu Yi not look for her?

Well, I was ignorant and didn’t know anything before, but now that I’m new to the world, I’m already petrified!

However, the president has one advantage: he never worries about things that are beyond his control.

No matter what the Supreme Mage's attitude is towards her, Maya herself can't resist, so just ignore it!

In fact, thinking on the bright side, Master Gu Yi finally told me some common sense about space, which means that she at least has no ill intentions towards him. Of course, Master Gu Yi may not be too fond of her. After all, those knowledge are basic and advanced.

There is no goods at all.

Returning to her original goal of cultivating the sealing of corpses and ghosts, Maya was certain that she was going to make a big loss this time!

Space, spirit, and sealing techniques are all things that I can't do, and the independent space has become extinct on the earth, directly killing the last hope.

"Isn't it just 150,000? I have a lot of money now. At worst, I will pull Matthew out every day and become a superhero to earn influence."

President Maya decided happily.

The next morning, on the yellow bus heading to school.

Fudge looked at his friend's pale face and the thick dark circles under his eyes that could be seen through his sunglasses. He couldn't help but said with concern: "Matthew, I'm so blind that you can't see magazines, but even if you need it, you can't stay up late to listen to those magazines."

Late night show!”

Matthew's face was confused, and he stopped his desire to doze off and asked: "What late-night program, I don't know?"

Fudge smiled evilly, looked around, and whispered: "Yeah, we don't know, hey hey! Are you listening to New York's Seventh Talkies, or the Jersey City Happy Boys?"

"What? Please make it clear. Also, I didn't listen to the radio."

"Hehehe, you must be listening to Radio 7, right? That Tristy is so slutty, you can smell the smell of a lady slut through the speaker. Hey, actually I also like to listen to her adult programs,

It’s just that she has to wait until two o’clock in the morning every time. Moreover, her program is banned from rebroadcasting during the day by the American Student Parents Association, so it is rare to listen to it. Otherwise, Matthew, you can record it for me next time, even if the effect is not good, it doesn’t matter.”

Even if Matthew couldn't see the silly, shallow and frivolous smile on Fudge's face, Fudge's slutty voice and suddenly accelerated heartbeat deeply betrayed him, how despicable and how despicable he was.

The lasciviousness is so vivid and outstanding on this bus of primary school students.

Matthew helplessly covered his forehead, "Fuji, if I said that I studied hard until early in the morning last night, would you believe it?"

Fudge looked at him as if he were a fool, "I'm very simple, am I easy to deceive?"

Matthew immediately became serious and leaned into Fudge's ear and said, "Actually, I was with Spider-Man last night and helped him catch bad guys. Don't tell anyone else!"

"Actually, I was with Spider-Man last night, but I was shouting '666' right next to him, um, next to the TV!" Fudge also had a serious face.

Soon Matthew and the others arrived at the school. As soon as they entered the school gate, they saw the campus was noisy. Many students were running in and out of the teaching building, wondering what they were doing.

Soon a familiar female voice came over the campus radio, and Fudge recognized it as soon as he heard it. She was Maya Hanson, the student union president.

"Now, students in grades one to five are invited to assemble in the school playground, and students in grades six to eight are invited to assemble in the open space in front of the teaching building. Please note that everyone should stand in their correct positions according to grade and class as usual."

"The lower grade students are in groups of twenty, led by a teacher and an upper grade student council officer. I will personally go over to make arrangements for the upper grade students. If you have anything to bring, please bring it with you.

Don't put it in the locker, we won't go back to school in the middle. Finally, we will leave for Central Park at 9:30, so it is best to gather at 9 o'clock!"

After listening to the broadcast, Fudge raised his hand to look at his watch and shouted: "It's only a quarter past eight, do you have to stand there stupidly for more than an hour?"

"Fudge, do you also have a talent show project?" Matthew asked.

"No, Matthew, did you apply for poetry recitation?"

"Yes, so we contestants all have to prepare in advance. There are also people who play the piano. Speakers, diesel generators, curtains, and large musical instruments all have to be moved in advance. More than an hour is already tight enough.

"

Matthew knew something inside, so he explained it to his gay friends.

Although it was still a long time, they did not enter the classroom, but found a seat on the steps in front of the teaching building and sat down.

Fudge suddenly pointed at a classmate wearing a red armband and said to Matthew: "Hey, isn't that Matthew Baker William Baker? How did he join the student union and become a secretary?"

"Is he keeping order, or helping to move things?" Matthew asked.

"I didn't do anything, I just stood there in a daze."

Matthew didn't reply, his ears twitched, and then he said after a while: "He is a specially recruited security guard. Although Central Park is very safe, after all, there are hundreds of students in the school, so someone still needs help to watch the place."

After listening for a while, Matthew continued with a complicated expression: "All students who participate will be considered as temporary members of the student union, and will also gain 10 moral points."

Fudge secretly calculated in his mind and exclaimed: "William Baker only has 57 points left this year. He was originally going to repeat the grade again, but now time has come. With the 10 points this time, he can graduate."

By the way, he seems to have been spotted by a high school football coach in Brooklyn. Shit, this bastard is really lucky to still get a scholarship!"

Listening to his friend's sour tone, Matthew knew that he was envious and jealous of William Baker.

"Oh, it may not be good luck! It's not right, he is indeed lucky. He was lucky enough to meet a good person!" Matthew sighed.

Fudge thought that Matthew was also envious, so he comforted him and said, "Matthew, your grades are also very good. You could have received scholarships from other high schools, but unfortunately your eyes... uh, I mean our high school

It’s also very good, there are many famous people, such as Frank... No, no, no, I’m a good boy, who is there? There are too many people to think about!”

Matthew patted Fudge on the shoulder and said, "Fudge, we don't have to be big shots. Growing up peacefully and being a useful person to society is considered a successful life!"

Fudge looked back at Matthew's serious face, smiled, held the hand on his shoulder and said, "Okay, Matthew, let's work hard together!"

For a moment, the spark of their love blinded the titanium alloy eyes of the classmates around them...