"Mike, there's a very special letter here, you'd better take a look."
It was another morning, and Paige, who was helping Mike organize his private locker, took out a special letter.
There were no words on the envelope, only a black figure printed on the seal.
MIB, full name Men in Black.
It is an assembly organization that does not exist in the public eye and does not belong to any agency, and its main task is: to maintain world peace.
"Very interesting." Mike smiled.
If an uninformed person saw such a letter, they would only take it as someone playing a prank.
However, Mike, who knew that this world had supernatural powers and the existence of aliens, was not surprised by the appearance of the Men in Black.
After all, he had seen them once in a Texas movie theater.
It was just that receiving such an invitation still surprised Mike a little. One must know that the MIB 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 possess a certain level of combat power.
In this situation, Mike, who usually maintained a low-key style, really didn't know when he was targeted by the organization.
But this is also good.
Mike had previously investigated the whereabouts of the MIB, but because they did things too cleanly, he had never found any clues.
Now, this could be considered them delivering themselves to his doorstep.
Looking at the address of the MIB marked at the bottom of the document: Manhattan Bridge and Tunnel Authority, Sixth Avenue.
The final signatory: Ms. O.
Mike reconfirmed the date in the document inviting him to the selection, which was this weekend.
So Mike decided to postpone his visit to the Vampire and first get in touch with the Men in Black.
On the other side, Mark also began his children's transformation plan.
He found his daughter, who was writing a love letter alone, in the lecture hall. But when he saw her putting refreshing "art photos" into the pink letter, he finally couldn't hold back.
"Hey, Maggie, you can't do that!" Mark stepped forward to stop her like an old father.
Speaking of Maggie O'Donnell, she was actually quite beautiful, with soft brown long hair, and she looked delicate and scholarly.
But precisely such a beauty had a severe case of "infatuation" deep down.
Commonly known as: late-stage appearance worshipper.
At this moment, Maggie, who was immersed in her inner world, was first startled by the voice in her ear.
Then, she hid the letter behind her back and stared angrily at the person who came: "Who are you, and why are you here? If you don't explain clearly, be careful, I'll sue you for sexual harassment."
In a lecture hall, unless it's for a large class, students generally don't come here.
Looking at his daughter's cautious appearance, Mark felt a little relieved, but the way she looked at him like a pervert made Mark feel a headache.
"Um, I'm just a passerby." Mark explained guiltily, then began to preach: "What you're doing is wrong, how can you send those kinds of photos to boys you don't know? As a girl, you must first learn self-respect and self-love…"
Unconsciously, Mark had put 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 dad? And my dad has never lectured me like this." Maggie stopped the inexplicably familiar boy opposite her and warned: "Don't talk to me in that tone, and don't let me see you again."
Mark's demeanor and tone when preaching clearly brought up bad memories for the girl.
Therefore, after a warning, the girl angrily left the lecture hall.
Mark, who was disliked from behind, was first a little dejected. Then he self-comforted: "At least it's a good start, we've already had a conversation."
After interacting with his daughter, Mark began to search for his son on campus.
After much inquiry, he finally found his son in a bathroom stall.
At this time, Alex O'Donnell looked very disheveled.
Mark advised: "You need to learn to be strong. And you can totally tell your parents, or ask a teacher for help…"
"Are you done? If you're done, I'll leave first." Facing Mark's concern, Alex simply calmly tidied himself up 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 take it out on me too?" Alex numbly offered his face and said: "Go ahead—"
The discord in the family made Alex's personality weak, and his heart was also a little twisted.
"Since you're not going to do anything, I'm leaving." Seeing Mark standing stunned, Alex indifferently turned and left the bathroom.
What a sin!!!
After interacting with his children, Mark's mood became even more complicated.
"Hi, Mark. You look very unwell, is something bothering you?" In the hallway, Mike, who was in a good mood, saw a "dispirited" Mark.
Because there was a big fish still hidden behind Mark waiting to be caught, Mike didn't mind building a better relationship with him.
"I'm fine." Mark had not yet relaxed his guard against Mike.
However, thinking of his son's troubling situation, he still decided to "ask for help" from Mike, a true young person: "I mean, if someone is suffering from campus bullying, how can I help them?"
"This kind of thing depends on many situations. If someone is being bullied because of physical or psychological defects, then one should start from the defect, face the defect, and change the defect…" Mike briefly analyzed, and then continued: "Of course, if you really want to help them, you can also put yourself in their same position, first become 'friends' with them…"
"That way, at least when they are being bullied or want to resist, they will have a companion."
The first situation a bullied person encounters is likely to be ostracized. If at this time, they have a "strong" friend, then the bullying will naturally be resolved.
"Good suggestion." Mark's face showed a look of understanding.
Becoming "friends" with his son and thereby helping him, wasn't that exactly what Mark wanted to do?
Mike's words seemed to have helped him clarify his thoughts.
"Thank you for your advice, you're actually not a bad person." Mark, whose knot was untied, had a changed opinion of Mike.
Mike, who inexplicably received another "good person" card, gave him a speechless look, letting him figure it out himself.
"Oh, right, Mike. If you receive a love letter from Maggie tomorrow, absolutely do not open it. There are some things inside that are not suitable for you to see right now." Before leaving, Mark remembered his daughter's outrageous actions again.
And after Mark left, Paige suddenly spoke, puzzled: "Mike, why do I feel that person is a little strange? His demeanor doesn't seem to belong to someone his age."
Although his body had become young, Mark's inherent middle-aged behavioral patterns were still difficult for him to correct for a while.
This was also where his strangeness lay.
"Who cares, it has nothing to do with us anyway." Mike casually covered for him.
"You're right," Paige nodded in agreement, then pulled Mike and shouted: "Then let's hurry too, class is about to start."
As the class bell rang, students began another day of painful study time.
Of course, geniuses like Mike and Paige were different; class time for them was just studying in a different place.
Commonly known as: self-study—
Clearly, their learning progress had long since surpassed the content taught by the teacher in class.