The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3638: Christmas New Look (End)

Chapter 3638: Christmas New Look (End)

It snowed again on Christmas Day. Gotham was covered in white, and the temperature dropped to the lowest point of the year. But people's enthusiasm did not diminish at all. They had spent more than half a year in an atmosphere of tension and panic, and they were exhausted and anxious every day, which made the holiday after the complete victory so wonderful.

Many people took to the streets and began victory parades. Large-scale celebrations were spontaneously organized in various places. Various human heroes took turns to give televised speeches. The icons of "Brainiac" and "Earth" appeared in every public place. Lights were hung and there was laughter and joy.

At this moment when the old century is about to end and the new century is about to arrive, the earth ushers in a brand new era - an era of casting aside the dark troubles of the past and fully embracing a dream new life.

Schiller adjusted the star on top of the Christmas tree so that it was facing the door, and then he came down from the ladder. Victor came in excitedly and said, "Why are you still here? People in the office have started exchanging gifts. Let's go!"

Schiller brushed off the dust on his suit. Victor paused and said, "Finally you don't wear the old-fashioned black suit anymore. This one is more stylish."

Schiller wore a dark grey suit today, the cut was no longer old-fashioned, but double-breasted, which was popular recently, and the cuffs were tighter, which made him look a lot younger.

"Don't worry, I'll get the gift box." Schiller went around the desk and took out a box from his cabinet.

"What have you prepared?" Victor asked curiously.

"It's no fun to talk about it." Schiller walked towards the door and said, "Let's go and exchange gifts."

When he arrived at the office, many professors were already waiting there, holding glasses of wine and talking enthusiastically. Schiller also went to get a glass of ice wine and discussed the previous football game with the teacher of the physical education department.

Soon, Shivana arrived. Brainiac is now the nominal president of all American universities, but in reality, the original presidents still do their original jobs. Some things always need people to do, such as greeting all the professors like this.

Sivana chatted with the professors one by one and soon came to Schiller. Schiller raised his glass to him and said, "Good evening, Mr. Principal. Did you just come from the School of Magic?"

"Yes, there is a new group of children over there, and the sorting ceremony has just been held. It is really noisy. But congratulations, your School of Magical Theory has welcomed a group of very good seedlings. They will definitely have their own place in the wizarding world."

"You're too kind." Schiller looked down at his watch and said, "It's getting late. There's a cocktail party later. Shall we start exchanging gifts?"

Sivana nodded, walked in front of everyone, said some polite words, and then said: "Happy Christmas, everyone. Let's start exchanging gifts! Everyone will exchange gifts with the colleague on your right..."

Although it seems random, after all, you can choose your own position. Most people choose their partners in advance and prepare gifts that the other party likes. Victor is on Schiller's right, and he directly handed his gift to Victor.

Victor took the blue box, weighed it in his hand, looked at the bow on the ribbon and said, "This is definitely not tied by you. Your knot-tying skills are not that good."

"Yes, I asked Pamela to help. But she was terrible at tying knots. In the end, it was Madam Pince who helped me fix it."

"Let me see what you are going to give me...Oh, my God! Tickets for the play "Dear Girl Cynthia"! These are hard to buy. Where did you get them?!"

"Have you forgotten? I know the owner of the theater very well. He reserves tickets for me for every performance."

"But these are tickets for Christmas Eve! They should only be issued to internal staff, right?"

"Aren't the lead actor's friends considered insiders?"

"Oh, how could I forget. Selina is the star of this play!" Victor looked at the two tickets in the box and said, "Great, I'll call Nora now. By the way, Billy should get a free ticket, right?"

"Yes, children are free. If you want to go, you'd better leave now. That way you can choose a good seat in the front row."

Victor left very happily. Schiller stayed in the meeting room for a while, but soon returned to his office.

"Dear Girl Cynthia" is a play choreographed during the war. It tells the story of a Latin American female worker who went to work on Krypton to support the war and heroically rescued her family from a factory attack.

This is adapted from a true story. This incident touched many people at the time, so it was later adapted into a play, which also became Selena's famous work. The protagonist Cynthia she played came from the slums of Mexico, but she has always been strong, optimistic and helpful, which fits Selena's image and temperament. In the war years when there was almost no entertainment, many people were inspired by this character.

Tickets for this play are really hard to come by, especially since tonight is Christmas Eve. It can basically be said to be an internal thank-you show, performed exclusively for the staff of the theater. If Schiller hadn't gotten the internal ticket from Selena, he wouldn't have been able to go.

If nothing unexpected happens, Bruce will propose after the show. But when Schiller arrived at the theater, he didn't see anything special, and didn't know how Bruce arranged it.

Entering the theater, Victor waved to him. Schiller walked over and sat behind Victor.

The curtain opened, and the setting was a typical Mexican slum scene. Selena, dressed very simply, flew in from the backstage like a bird, greeting the people around her while humming a Spanish folk song.

Selena's background makes her very good at playing this kind of low-class girl - kind yet fierce, smart but sticking to the bottom line, never giving up on herself, but bravely seizing every opportunity. Everyone will be moved by her vitality.

The performance of the play was wonderful, and Schiller was also very absorbed in it. When Cynthia stood up and rebuked the bullying security guard, the theater erupted in enthusiastic cheers; when the terrorist attack of the alien monster caused the death of her best friend, people lamented again and again.

After more than three hours, the story finally reached its climax - a small group of alien troops landed less than 20 kilometers away from the factory and blew up a factory there. Everyone wanted to run in the opposite direction, but this kind-hearted girl wanted to rescue the family who had taken care of her.

She dodged the aliens' pursuit in the ruins, changed various means of transportation, and finally successfully arrived at the bombed factory. Not only did she rescue the family, she also successfully sent out the signal of the attack, and the attacking force was quickly wiped out.

When they heard the news of the final victory, the audience stood up and cheered and applauded. The "fat mother" in the rescued family gave Cynthia a hug and said, "Let us go back with you. We can continue to work with you, help more soldiers on the front line, and defend our homeland."

Selena on the stage was a little confused for a moment. This line was not in the script, and it ended when the news of victory came.

But she was still pulled off the stage by the actors. When the curtain closed and then opened again, everyone thought that the actors were coming on stage to take their bows, but they didn't expect that the stage props had been changed to large pieces of flowers.

The family of three who had been rescued earlier came on stage first, but they did not come to express their gratitude. Instead, they turned around and shouted to the backstage: "Come on! There's a great guy waiting for you!"

Selena was pushed out by other actors in the backstage. She was startled when she came out, and only realized it when she saw the flowers, and immediately covered her mouth.

Bruce, dressed in a suit, walked out from the backstage. Selina smiled helplessly, and then all the actors rushed out from the backstage. The audience burst into cheers.

"Oh my god, I haven't even changed my clothes yet." At this point, Selena seemed a little shy. She was still wearing the costume she wore for the show, because the last scene was a war, and her clothes were torn and dusty, and she looked like someone from a different world from Bruce, who was dressed in a suit.

"I know you don't like wearing white plastic bags," Bruce said with a smile, "and I think you look gorgeous this way. Remember when we were in the slums?"

"Of course I remember!" Selina yelled at him, "You spent five dollars on a pair of rain boots that couldn't be any more broken! You almost made my life impossible, you damn bastard!"

"Don't be like this. I was just too young." Bruce walked towards Selina and looked at her and said, "But not now. We have spent so many memorable times together and raised a lovely child. I think..."

Selina looked up at him and said nothing.

"Ms. Selina Kyle, will you marry me?" Bruce knelt on one knee.

Selina held out her hand to him. Bruce smiled contentedly, stood up and tried to put the ring on Selina.

Selina grabbed the ring and threw it away, slamming into Bruce's chest and kissing him.

The theater erupted in thunderous applause.

"How touching," Victor said to Nora. "Reminds me of when we were young."

"You scared me when you proposed to me on the lawn. I never thought you would dare to do that. My grandfather wanted to pick up his walking stick and beat you to death..."

Elsa also rushed out from the backstage and pointed at her face to Selina. Selina picked her up and kissed her hard. Elsa giggled.

The bells of Gotham Cathedral rang. Schiller turned and looked out the window of the theater.

The snow gradually stopped, and the lights on the road cast dim shadows on the icy mist on the windows. The boiling cheers and cheerful laughter dispelled the chill of the snowy night.

That night, people mentioned too much love. From these layers of love, as rich as water and as dense as bubbles, grew too many new century dreams, like a ballad with electronic noise, echoing among the stars in the universe, flowing like mercury and shining like gold.

People shed too many tears that night. The good and dark days in memory rose with the air currents and fell with the snow, appearing more pure, flawless, loyal and precious in the long life.

This night was the twelfth Christmas that Schiller spent in the New World. He flew out of the noisy nest, sank into the calm lake, landed in the lonely wind, and turned to the turn of his second century.

Coming!