"Right in front of us?"
The young man Hank was referring to looked at Midsummer Night with a puzzled expression. "There's a guest?
Hello, I'm Scott Lang. Nice to meet you. "
The woman slapped her forehead helplessly. Hank laughed and said to Midsummer Night, "What do you think?"
"Very spirited." Midsummer Night smiled. "You can call me 'Summer.'"
Knowing that it was not easy to say his name clearly from the mouths of these people, Midsummer Night simply summarized everything.
"I've never heard of my father having a friend like you."
Hank's daughter, Hope Van Dyne, looked at Midsummer Night with a look of distrust. Then, she looked at her father. Clearly, she did not understand why such a person would appear in her family at such a time.
Hank stood up and said to Hope, "Come with me."
Scott was about to say something, but Hank glared at him. "You stay here."
The father and daughter went upstairs in the blink of an eye. Scott shrugged helplessly at Midsummer Night and said, "You see, when people get old, their temper will always get worse, right?"
Midsummer Night did not agree. After all, a guy who was always called an 'old man' obviously had no right to talk about this.
So, he just smiled and did not respond.
"What's your relationship with him?
Oh, maybe this question is a bit presumptuous, but I'm curious, "Scott said.
"I've always thought that he was just a lonely old man with a weird habit. I didn't expect him to have such a young friend like you."
Midsummer Night smiled and said, "He did me a favor once."
"I see."
Scott nodded and said, "He also did me a favor, although I only found out in the end that everything was planned by him."
"Doesn't sound like a happy memory?" Midsummer Night asked.
"Anyway, it's very challenging." Scott nodded solemnly.
Midsummer Night laughed and said, "But now, it seems like you're not bad."
"I can only say that I'm still very useful." Scott asked, "What do you do?"
Scott didn't think about what this question would cause, but he didn't expect Midsummer Night to say, "Superhero."
"Oh, I know about superheroes. Their income is not bad … uh …"
The force of inertia made him open his mouth, but when he said that, he was confused. "Superhero?"
"En, en."
Xia Zhi Ye nodded. "Yes, that kind. Fighting against the big antagonists all day long, you fight me, I fight you, protecting the peace of Earth and humanity. While people are enjoying the peace of peace, they still have the leisure and energy to sigh, 'How can there be such a thing as peace? It's just that someone is carrying the burden for us.'"
"…"
Scott didn't know how to continue the conversation, and the topic instantly became quite awkward.
Midsummer Night looked at him, amused. "Is there anything else you want to know?"
"That … that's all."
Scott hurriedly waved his hand, and then he couldn't help but ask, "Which superhero are you …"
"Guess." Midsummer Night didn't answer and asked instead.
"… you know that I don't like to be lied to."
"Very well, I don't like to lie to others either."
Midsummer Night stood up and said, "Actually, Hank told me that he has a young man here who needs training, so he asked me for help.
So … come, let me see how good you are. "
"Here?"
Scott looked around, then shook his head and said, "If you break something, you have to pay for it."
"That can at least prove that you have the ability to break things," Midsummer Night said. "And now, you haven't shown the corresponding strength."
"Huh?" Scott was angry. Even if he was a superhero, he couldn't say that!
Why couldn't he break things?
He stood up, took off his jacket, stretched his arms, and said, "A woman taught me how to punch. She was being a busybody. In fact, I've been in prison for three years, so I know how to punch.
I can't use my full strength against a woman, but against you … you better be mentally prepared, because you'll be lying on the ground next! "
As soon as he said that, his fist was already in front of Midsummer Night's face …
…
…
When Hank and Hope went downstairs, they found that Midsummer Night was still sitting there drinking tea, and Scott was lying on the ground, unconscious.
Hank blinked. "It seems that you already know how good he is?"
"Very weak."
"I don't know what level he can reach in the end with your Ant-Man Battle Suit, but in his current state … any mishap could cost him his life," Summer Night said.
Hearing this, Hope couldn't help but say, "He's not as weak as you said. The reason he was knocked down by you was because he hadn't put on that suit."
When they were upstairs, Hank had already told Hope about Midsummer Night's identity.
He knew that this man with an Asian face was the instructor who had appeared out of nowhere.
However, he didn't take it too seriously.
To put it bluntly, the only time Midsummer Night had been active in the public eye as an instructor was when Loki attacked Earth.
Other than that, he either acted in secret or was outside of Earth. Although he was quite famous in the universe, he had disappeared without a trace on Earth.
Even if the identity of the 'instructor' back then seemed to be inextricably linked to the 'instructor' who was active on the battlefield back then, as long as he didn't appear in the public eye for a few years, people would completely forget these names.
Such a memory not only made it easy for humans to forget names, but it also made it easy for them to forget lessons.
After hearing Hope's words, Midsummer Night smiled. "In that case, as long as one has that suit, no matter who it is, they can do the same thing?"
"That's different," Hope said. "He also has talent."
"But he still doesn't work hard enough." Midsummer Night waved his hand. "I have no intention of arguing with you because it's meaningless to me."
Hope wanted to say something, but Hank said, "The instructor has already agreed to help train Scott. This is an unprecedented opportunity for him because in his memory, the only person the instructor has ever taught is the captain of the American team!"
Hope was speechless for a moment. She shook her head and shut her mouth.
Midsummer Night was a little puzzled. He didn't know why Hank's woman was so aggressive … This aggression was not only directed at him, but also at Hank and Scott.