Chapter 3627

It snowed again on Christmas Day. Cat Getan was covered in silver, and the temperature dropped to the lowest point of the year. But people's enthusiasm didn't weaken in the slightest. They had spent more than half a year in a tense and panicked atmosphere, tired and anxious every day, so the holiday after the complete victory felt so wonderful.

Many people took to the streets and started victory parades. Large-scale celebrations were organized spontaneously in various places. Human heroes took turns giving televised speeches. The icons of "Brainiac" and "Earth" appeared in every public place. Lights were hung, and laughter was everywhere.

At this moment when the old century was about to end, and on this day when the new century was about to arrive, the Earth ushered in a brand new era—an era of abandoning past gray troubles and wholeheartedly welcoming a dreamy new life.

Adjusting the star at the top of the Christmas tree so it faced the door, Schiller climbed down from the ladder. Victor walked in excitedly and said: "Why are you still here? They've started exchanging gifts in the office. Let's go!"

Schiller brushed the floating dust off his suit. Victor paused and said: "You finally aren't wearing that old-fashioned black suit. This set looks much more spirited."

Schiller was wearing a dark gray suit today, the tailoring was no longer so old-fashioned, but instead adopted the recently popular double-breasted style, and the cuffs were also tightened. This made him look much younger.

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

"What did you prepare?" Victor asked curiously.

"It wouldn't be interesting if I said it," Schiller said, walking toward the door, "Let's go, let's go exchange gifts."

Arriving at the office, quite a few professors were already waiting there, holding wine glasses and chatting enthusiastically. Schiller also went to get a glass of ice wine and discussed the previous football game with the physical education teacher.

Soon, Sivana came. Now Brainiac was the nominal president of all universities in the United States, but in reality, the original presidents still did their original work. Some things always needed to be done by people, such as now, socializing with all the professors.

Sivana chatted with the professors one by one and soon came to Schiller. Schiller raised his glass to him and said: "Good evening, Mr. President. Did you just come from the magic academy?"

"Yes, another batch of new children came over there, and the sorting ceremony has just been held. It was really noisy. But I must congratulate you, your Magic Theory Academy has welcomed another batch of quite good seedlings. They will definitely have a place of their own in the magical world."

"You flatter me," Sivana lowered his head and glanced at his watch and said, "It's not early anymore. There's a cocktail party later. Shall we start exchanging gifts?"

Sivana nodded, walked to the front of everyone, first said a few polite words, and then said: "Happy Christmas to everyone. Let's start exchanging gifts! Everyone exchange gifts with the colleague on their right..."

Although it looked random, after all, you could choose your own standing position. Most people chose their targets in advance and prepared gifts the other party liked. Schiller's right was Victor, so he handed his gift directly to Victor.

Victor took the blue box, first weighed it with his hand, then looked at the bow of the ribbon on it and said: "This definitely isn't from your department, your knotting level isn't this good."

"Yes, I asked Pamela to help. But in fact, her knotting level is also very bad. In the end, Madam Pince helped me fix it."

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

"Did you forget? I'm very familiar with the theater owner. He leaves tickets for me for every performance."

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

"Aren't the lead actor's friends considered internal staff?"

"Oh, how could I forget. The lead actor of this play is Selina!" Victor looked at the tickets in the box and said, "Great, I'll call Nora right now. By the way, Billy is free of charge, right?"

"Yes, children are free of charge. If you want to go, it's best to leave now. That way you can pick a good seat in the front row."

Victor left very happily. Schiller stayed at the venue for a while longer, but soon returned to his office.

"Dear Girl Cynthia" was a play arranged during the war, telling the story of a Latina worker who went to Krypton to work to support the war and heroically rescued a family from a factory attack accident.

This was adapted from a true story. At that time, this matter moved many people, so it was later adapted into a play, which was also Selina's breakout role. The protagonist Cynthia she played came from a Mexican slum but was always strong, optimistic, and helpful, which fit Selina's image and temperament very well. In the war years when there was almost no entertainment, many people were inspired by this character.

This play was really hard to get tickets for, especially since tonight was Christmas Eve, which could basically be called an internal appreciation session, performed separately for the theater's internal staff. If he hadn't gotten internal tickets from Selina, Schiller wouldn't have been able to go either.

If nothing unexpected happened, Bruce would propose after the play ended. However, when Schiller arrived at the theater, he didn't see anything special, and he didn't know how Bruce had arranged it.

Walking into the theater, Victor waved at him. Schiller walked over and sat behind Victor.

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

Selina's background made her very good at playing this kind of bottom-level girl—kind but not lacking in sharpness, smart but sticking to the bottom line, never giving up on herself, but brave enough to seize every opportunity. Everyone would be moved by her vitality.

The performance of the play was very exciting, and Schiller watched it very intently. When Cynthia stood up to rebuke the bullying security guard, fierce cheers erupted in the theater; when the terrorist attack by alien monsters caused her best friend to die, people sighed again and again.

After more than three hours, it finally entered the climax of the plot—a small group of alien troops landed less than 20 kilometers away from the factory and even blew up a factory there. Everyone wanted to run in the opposite direction, only this kind girl wanted to rescue the family that had once taken care of her.

She dodged the pursuit of aliens in the ruins, changed various means of transportation, and finally successfully arrived at the bombed factory, not only rescuing that family but also successfully transmitting the signal of the attack, and the attacking troops were soon completely annihilated.

When hearing the news of the final victory, the whole audience stood up to cheer and applaud. And the "fat mother" in the family that was rescued, after giving Cynthia a hug, said: "Let us go back with you. We can continue to work there, help more soldiers on the front lines, and defend our home."

Selina on stage was a bit confused for a moment. This line wasn't in the script; it ended when the news of victory was transmitted.

But she was still pulled off the stage by the actors. The curtain closed, and when it opened again, everyone thought it was the actors coming on stage for the curtain call, but they didn't expect the set props on stage to have changed, replaced by large patches of flowers.

The family of three that was rescued earlier came on stage first, but they weren't here to express gratitude, but turned to shout at the backstage: "Come quickly! There's a great guy waiting for you here!"

Selina backstage was pushed out by other actors. As soon as she walked out, she was startled, and only reacted after looking at those flowers, immediately covering her mouth.

Bruce, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, walked out from backstage. Selina showed a big smile with some helplessness, and then all the actors ran out from backstage. The audience below the stage erupted in a burst of cheers.

"My God, I haven't even changed my clothes yet." When it really came to this moment, Selina appeared a bit shy. She was still wearing that performance costume, because the final plot was fighting, the clothes were damaged, and they were dusty, and she seemed like a person from two worlds with Bruce, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes.

"I know you don't like wearing white plastic bags," Bruce said with a smile, "And I think you look beautiful like this. Do you still remember when we were in the slums?"

"Of course I remember!" Selina shouted at him, "You spent five dollars to buy a pair of rain boots that were broken beyond repair! You almost made me unable to survive, you damn bastard!"

"Don't be like that. I was just too young." Bruce walked toward Selina, he stared at Selina and said, "But not anymore. We have spent so many nostalgic times together and raised a cute child. I think..."

Selina stared at him and didn't speak.

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

Selina reached out to him. Bruce smiled with satisfaction, stood up and wanted to put the ring on Selina—

Selina grabbed the ring and threw it out, hitting Bruce's chest hard, and then kissed him.

The theater erupted in earth-shattering cheers.

"How moving," Victor said to Nora, "It reminds me of when we were young."

"At that time you proposed on the lawn, and it gave me a fright. I really didn't think you dared to do that. My grandfather wished he could pick up his crutch and beat you to death..."

Aisha also ran out from backstage, pointing at her face to Selina. Selina picked her up and kissed her hard. Aisha giggled.

The bells of Cat Getan Cathedral rang. Schiller turned his head to look out the theater window.

The snow gradually stopped, and the lights on the road cast dim yellow shadows on the ice mist on the window. The boiling cheers and happy laughter dispelled the chill of the snowy night.

This night, people mentioned too much love. From these layers upon layers, as abundant as water, as dense as bubbles of love, grew too many dreams of the new century, like a song with electronic noise, echoing between the stars of the universe, flowing like mercury, shining like gold.

This night, people shed too many tears. The beautiful and dark days in memory rose with the airflow and fell with the snow, appearing even more pure, flawless, loyal, and precious in the long life.

This night was the twelfth Christmas Schiller had spent in the new world. He flew out of the noisy nest, sank into the calm lake, landed from the lonely wind, and turned to walk toward the turn of the second century that belonged to him.

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