Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

The life of a good student is very ordinary and boring.Especially after Lowes had been a good student for more than ten years, he seemed extraordinarily ordinary and boring.

"Shawn." Louas called after entering the door and putting down his bag.

He also lives in an apartment in Manhattan, mainly for piano lessons.What's more, Yale is very close to New York, and it takes about four or ten minutes to drive there.

He paid all the 'expenses', and Strange couldn't let Strange get the painting with a market price of 500 million now.

The face of capitalists is still very sinister, and Tony found a special art dealer to make his paintings more and more popular.His signature has changed from the casual 'Earth' to a more low-key two arcs in the middle of a circle.The official interpretation circle is the earth, and the two arcs are lines of longitude and latitude.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with it.

Yale requires undergraduates to live in a group, and Erce applied for a live-out on the grounds of his special physical condition.The premise is that there is nothing wrong with his studies.Facts have proved that there will not be.

Like a gust of wind, the big, thin milk-gold dog ran over from the room, taking advantage of its unusually long legs, and ran over the sofa like a lightning bolt.

Lowes lowered his head, scratched his head, and patted it lightly, "Your hair is really too short." The feeling of fingers sinking into the soft fur does not exist.Not to mention the hair, the flesh is so tight that the skin cannot be pinched.

Sean circled around and arched his neck coquettishly.He dared not stick out his tongue.

"You've been raised for more than two years, but you still look like an alien." Lowes stood up and picked his unusually protruding narrow waist with his feet.

Under Tony's godfather's all-round care (spending money), Xia En looks slick.The fur is fine and close to the skin, and the previous earth color is just dirt.The natural color is milk gold, with an oily luster under the light.

In terms of pure color, it is still very suitable for Lowes.But he can't get fat.The waist is thin and narrow, the legs are long, and the muscles are also thin and long.He looks energetic, exuding a strange sense of heroism and elite.

Lowes had been trying to fatten him up, without success.

"Only you would laugh at him as an alien." Rogers said, "Normally we call him handsome."

Lowes pouted.After changing a pair of running shoes, he took out the dog leash from the cabinet in the entrance, wrapped it around Xia En's forelimbs and neck, and tugged, "Let's go. Handsome, alien." Xia En jumped twice.

Sean was judged unable to run at full speed after his leg healed.But according to the results of Lowes' experiment, within two streets, it would be difficult for Rogers at full speed to catch up with him.

This means that he wants to run, and no one can stop him.So Lowes had to walk him himself.

"Huh? Going out?" Lowes raised his eyebrows as he stepped into the elevator.Today's Strange smells not of disinfectant, but of perfume.

Sometimes Lowes wondered, could it be that only the two of them would use this elevator?

After a little simple understanding, Lowes realized...it really is.Few of the householders who bought the apartment here actually lived in it, and most likely it was used as a reception place or a hotel for rest.

They also rarely have a relatively regular schedule with Lowes, the student, and Strange, the doctor.

"There's a... meeting." Strange raised his neck, "show me the tie."

Lowes turned his head to look at it, stretched out his hand and twisted it, "Okay."

Strange glanced at the reflective elevator wall, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and asked with a lot of leeway, "Walking the dog?"

"Ah."

"Keep him away, I don't want hair sticking to my pants anymore." Strange looked down at Shane who was sticking his tongue, and took a step back.

"Only that one time." Lowes frowned.

"To Alice, how many times have you repeated it?" Strange asked.

"..." The music score is just a string of symbols, and the performance is just another way of decoding the output. Why is he still dissatisfied when he is already proficient? ?Lowes frowned, "That's because you didn't let me learn the second one."

Strange glanced at him, "If you can't come up with this song, it's useless to know how to score it. It's ugly. You don't think it's embarrassing, I don't."

Lowes' forehead twitched.Rogers coughed lightly.

Like learning to paint, Lowes' piano was also mercilessly evaluated as having no soul.And, so far no progress has been made.

"Take your time, you have only been studying for more than two years. Think about it, how many years have you been painting." Rogers' comfort is never on point.

Lowes pursed his lips.

The elevator hasn't finished yet.

"Still in the third year?" Strange asked casually.

"Impossible." Lowes moved his ankle.It is a mandatory requirement of the school for medical students to start internships in their junior year, even for those who have completed credits like him.What's more, the license test also requires experience.

"Running?" Strange looked at his shoes.

"Ah."

Lowes was forced to go to the hospital for regular check-ups. The doctor said that as he grew older and his body developed, his heart could already handle less strenuous exercise.

For example, jogging, about one kilometer is not a big problem.However, swimming and mountain climbing can only be tried after consultation and confirmation that the impact is not significant.

No one in this life pays more attention to his body than Lowes himself, so no accident, he will focus on pharmacology.Although his anatomy class performance has been thriving.

Medical students themselves have a heavy academic load, and Lowes even audits all the courses he is interested in on a daily basis.It doesn't look too distracted.However, no one dared to say that he was not doing his job properly.

After all, those who study medicine and still earn full credits within two years are not academic masters, nor academic gods, but academic ghosts.

The conversations with Strange have always ended without a problem, and each time there is no beginning or end.After saying goodbye, Lowes left.

He never looked back, Rogers used to look back.Strange stood where he was, looked at Lowes' back, raised his hand to straighten his bow tie, turned and walked in another direction.

Rogers turned his head to look at Lowes, who had no fluctuation in his expression, and sighed silently.

"Are you going to follow the school's arrangement or Strange's suggestion?" Rogers asked.

"I don't know." Lowes ran for a while, exhausted, panting lightly.start walking.

Xia En wrapped around Lowes' feet, his ears were pricked up, he kicked, he was very vigilant.This is his habit, engraved in his bones.

Lowes was led by him, and he could use his strength to walk.He often felt that Sean might have made it his duty to walk him, taking care of Lowes every time he came out.Lowes didn't mention this weird intuition to anyone.

shameful.

"Actually, Strange's proposal is quite good. Didn't your instructor also advise you not to be bound by the school system?" Rogers pinched his nose, "Standing step by step with other students is not conducive to your growth.

New York is more and more familiar to you here, and it is also suitable for young people.Strange's hospital is also one of the best in the United States, and his current achievements... can indeed bring you a lot of convenience. "

Lowes hummed.His research direction is inevitably affected by some subtle influences in his previous life, mainly drugs that act on nerves.

It wasn't the first time Strange had invited him.Although they are very cryptic, I can't bear him mentioning them too many times.

But Lowes stayed with Rogers in DC for a long time, and later moved to the suburbs of London, getting used to the atmosphere similar to a retirement sanctuary.

Moreover, New York is still a high-risk area for accidents in the future.Even if the earth has not attracted attention due to the breakthrough in the research and development of the Rubik's Cube, after Tony announced that he is 'Iron Man', it has not been very peaceful.

No matter what, New York is not a livable city.But... there was something Lowes cared about in the DC area.

In 2011, five years later, Captain America will be discovered, secretly brought back to the Special Zone, and awakened.

Of course, if nothing unexpected happens.

Under uncertain circumstances, New York is actually a place where news of 'Rodgers' can be obtained as quickly as possible without being too sensitive like the SAR.

Lowes glanced at Rogers.

"What's the matter?" Rogers looked back, "Don't think about me, I'm with you anyway. It doesn't matter where."

Lowes turned his head.What happens when two Rogers meet?Or, even if everything changed, just like Iron Man is still alive, he will still die when Rogers wakes up?

Then why Uncle Howard and Aunt Maria are still alive and well?Although I am old, my health has been bad.

There is no intersection between Rogers and his original life trajectory, and there is nothing worth referring to.So, these, he really can't do it.

During the vacation, he took Rogers to the World War II Memorial.Except that he was unexpectedly interested in humanities and history, Rogers didn't have much emotional fluctuations.

Even in the face of his former self and his friends, he didn't respond.

This is a good sign.

"Let's talk about it later." Lowes said lightly, "If there is no better option, try it here."

Rogers snorted.

Lowes, who had been thinking about things, noticed his expression, "I thought you were satisfied with Strange's proposal by saying that?"

Rogers snorted, a little caught hastily, "Of course, it's good for you."

Lowes raised his eyebrows, but didn't press the question.

Unpredictable.Within reason, Lowes didn't feel that Rogers couldn't keep his secret.

When the first semester of the third year was drawing to a close, Lowes, who had officially turned 20, took care of school affairs and filled out the application.During the holidays, he will go directly to the hospital for an internship, under Strange.

Not surprisingly, from now on, he will only return to school after graduation.

Because he lives alone, his relationship with his classmates is not too close.He thought that not many people would care about his whereabouts, so he simply mentioned it when asked.

Obviously, he was wrong.

His habitual politeness and demands on himself made it impossible for him to refuse various 'farewell parties' held for strange reasons.Those who know him, those who don't, those who are older than him, those who are younger, all of them seem to have suddenly become attached to him.

An inch shy of turning 21, and Rodgers stopped stopping Lowes from drinking.After all, young people, who really drink after the age of 21?

Lowes carried the beer bottle and walked to the bar. His barely-alcoholic body was rarely lazy because of his slightly drunken state. He stared at the crowd.

Many people in the crowd looked at him.The protagonist is him, but not many people approach him actively.It seems that they all abide by a well-known unspoken rule.

"Very surprised?"

"Hmm." The voices were so noisy that no one would notice that Lowes was talking to the air.

"Erth, in fact, there is a big gap between the self you imagined and yourself." Rogers said with a smile.

Lowes frowned.What's the meaning? "Is it hypocritical?"

Rogers gave him a surprised look.

Lowes was also a little drunk, otherwise he wouldn't have said that, and wouldn't have continued this topic.He picked up the wine glass and drew a circle in front of him, as if he had circled everyone except himself, but in fact he just drew a circle around himself.

"Those don't know the real me." Lowes shrugged, "Obviously, it's just Mu Qiang."

Rogers stroked his forehead, "Although it is true... well, self-confidence is a good thing. Well, they really don't know you enough. But you certainly don't understand yourself either."

Lowes let out a snort, turned his back, and lay down on the bar counter, with a half-smile.

"You're drunk." Rogers turned his head to look at his blushing eyes.The position of the red is very subtle, like the Huadan facial makeup in Chinese opera that Lowes once liked very much.

At the beginning, he couldn't understand the beauty of such a dress, but now he really noticed the obvious difference.

"Probably." Lowes rubbed his temples.

"I found out that I'm the same as Tony." After watching for a while, Rogers said softly.

"Huh?" Lowes squinted.

"...I hate you, I really grew up." Rogers raised his sickle, and the sickle on his shoulder fell to the ground silently.

"I was never a child." Lowes was speechless.

"……Correct."

Seeing someone approaching Lowes with a wine glass, Rogers sent Strange a message on his cell phone before anything happened.Tony is not in China recently, and the Stark Tower in Paris is about to be completed.

"Don't drink the wine offered by others." Rogers reminded.

Lowes drank two more bottles of wine, bought himself, before Strange came.

Mature men in suits and leather shoes seemed a bit out of place among the noisy crowd of young people, but most of the people here knew who it was.

The place under the contract was quiet for a second or two.

Lowes turned his head as if feeling something, and glanced at Rogers after seeing the person coming.

"You can't drink any more." Rogers shrugged.

Lowes froze his face with a wine bottle, realizing that he had indeed drunk too much, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Strange watched his movements and looked around, "Nothing."

To some extent, Strange, who frequented such places like Tony, handled the follow-up matters with ease. After a short period of loneliness, the lively crowd started the second round of carnival under his arrangement as if nothing had happened.

Anyway, it was Strange's bastard's credit card.

In contrast, he took the protagonist away.

All are human.

When he was led to the car, Lowes was still standing, already unconscious.

Strange opened the car door, "Get in the car."

Lowes glanced at the car door, then back at him.

Strange looked into his slack eyes, and after a while, approached lightly, "Erth."

Lowes hummed slowly.

Strange twitched the corners of his mouth, bent down, picked him up and put him on the back seat.

Lowes was startled, and before he could react, he sat firmly on the leather chair, forgetting why he was vacated before.

Rogers floated beside the car, and after the car drove away, he fell far behind the rear of the car and was dragged away.

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